The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

When Prefect Lu heard that Ji Xuemian agreed, his brows were beaming with joy, "It's the best if Mr. Shoufu is willing to show you face. I also have a merciless request from you, sir. Can you copy a volume of scriptures for Qianfo Temple as a town hall?" pen and ink?"

Ji Xuemian took a sip of herbal tea with the tip of her tongue, and after swallowing the tea, she gently put down the teacup, "This is a matter of accumulating good fortune and virtue, why not?"

Prefect Lu was overjoyed at first, and then embarrassed: "Master Shoufu will leave Gusu tomorrow, so this request to copy a volume of scriptures by hand is embarrassing?"

Ji Xuemian coughed lightly, closed his eyes, and said calmly, "No embarrassment."

Prefect Lu supported his chest, let out a long breath, looked a little nervous, but relaxed immediately, and raised his wine glass to respect each other again.

Yan Ming, who was at the bottom, was chewing and eating, but he heard Lingyin standing on the side muttering.

"Why didn't the magistrate ask the regent to copy the scriptures on his behalf? Sir, he couldn't be too tired, yet he agreed..."

Yan Ming glanced over, Lingyin immediately shut his mouth.

Seeing how he was afraid, Yan Ming called him to pour the wine, Lingyin moved closer, and Yan Ming whispered: "Don't talk too much about adults, remember?"

Lingyin nodded, and Yan Ming kindly added an explanation: "The regent's hands and eyes are as good as the sky. After all, he is not of the orthodox royal blood. He behaves pervertedly, and everyone is afraid of him. But Mr. Ji has a good reputation, is beautiful and upright. He is a loyal minister. There are so many people who admire him in the world, the closer he is to the capital, the more sensational he will be, you have to know it in your heart."

Lingyin matured earlier than her peers, so she memorized it silently, and walked up to Ji Xuemian with a teapot in her hand, tilted her hand, and said softly, "Sir, if you drink too much herbal tea, your stomach will feel uncomfortable, drink some warm water."

Ji Xuemian took it, and gave a rare smile, with an indescribably fondness in her tone, "Okay."

Duan Qichi watched from the side, as if it was the first time he was seriously looking at the young boy Lingyin. After a while, he looked away and drank all the wine in the glass with a complicated expression.

The Thousand Buddha Temple in the city was crowded with people.

The half-covered face was a bit wide, Ji Xuemian adjusted it, but still swayed back and forth, but since it was the rule at the temple fair, Ji Xuemian couldn't say anything.

The monks of Qianfo Temple had already prepared scripture copying cases, and Ji Xuemian waved away the monks and started copying scriptures.

I don't know how long it took, my wrists were sore, and as soon as the Langhao writing brush fell, I heard everyone outside the door shouting for the regent, Ji Xuemian had no choice but to endure the twitching of the veins in his temples, and bowed to welcome him.

Pushing the wooden door open, Duan Qichi turned around and closed the door, blocking everyone's sight.

Ji Xuemian asked: "The Prince Regent is not going to parade, what is he doing here?"

Duan Qichi said inexplicably lowly: "Watching you write is much more interesting than parading around the streets."

Ji Xuemian simply turned around and wanted to show the copied scriptures to the abbot of the temple, but was interrupted by Duan Qichi: "Xuemian."

Ji Xuemian had no choice but to set the pen, and as soon as he got close to Duan Qichi, he took off half of his face, revealing a pair of phoenix eyes that were as sharp as polished.

Duan Qichi turned his head and looked at the countless lotus lanterns in the Buddhist hall, "Don't you think it's too bright here?"

Ji Xuemian said directly, "I don't think so."

Duan Qi didn't reply, he picked up Ji Xuemian and put him on the incense table.

Ji Xuemian was shocked: "How can the prince be so ignorant of the rules?"

Duan Qichi raised his chin, however, motioning Ji Xuemian to look back, "How dare I disobey the rules in the clean place of the meditation room? You, Xue Mian, don't spare any sympathy. Looking back, do you recognize the Buddha enshrined in this meditation room?"

When Ji Xuemian turned her head, she was completely stunned, her cheeks turned bright red.

Duan Qichi pressed against his neck and whispered softly: "This is Huanxi Buddha, do you understand Huanxi Chan?"

What did Ji Xuemian not understand?

Joy Zen, interpreting the meaning of Zen with the method of dual cultivation of men and women, without emotion, only moving, is one of several ways of cultivating the mind.

Duan Qichi then asked him, "You think I've offended you?"

Ji Xuemian pursed her lips, "It really doesn't count."

Duan Qichi held his lower lip with his sharp teeth, bound his hands, and rubbed his wrists.

Ji Xuemian curled up her knuckles, pushed him away with a palm, and taught him: "Even if it's Huanxi Zen, this is also a meditation room!"

Duan Qichi's expression was gloomy, "Is Xue Mian scolding me?"

Ji Xuemian couldn't help it: "If you want to be crazy, don't go crazy here."

Duan Qichi repeated strangely: "Do you think I'm going crazy?"

Ji Xuemian was puzzled, "Isn't it?"

It's just that we haven't seen each other for a few hours, and Duan Qichi has rabies again. This is bitten by some mad dog!

Duan Qichi kept silent, just held him in his arms, grabbed his left wrist by force, and tied it with a thin red rope.

The knot method is the diamond knot, which means to get rid of adverse conditions, to be safe and healthy, to fulfill one's wishes and to be fulfilled.

This deceptive little thing is not expensive at all.

But this method is clumsy, who will sell it?You can tell at a glance that Duan Qichi made it up by himself.

Duan Qichi didn't intend to explain the origin of the knot, and didn't say anything, he turned around and worshiped the Buddha statue, offering three sticks of incense.

Ji Xuemian hung her head aside, looking at her left hand, which was obviously useless, she couldn't tell if it was shame or embarrassment, even her shoulders were shaking.

Duan Qichi piled the incense into the incense ash, glanced at him, and carried him out of the Thousand Buddhas Temple regardless of his resistance.

All the monks avoided them, chanting do not see evil, do not listen to evil, Amitabha.

On the long river outside the temple, a pleasure boat was parked.

Because their faces were covered, no one could recognize them, Duan Qichi looked solemn, threw a lot of money, ordered no one to follow, and took Ji Xuemian, who was struggling constantly, to a spacious compartment.

Everyone on the boat looked at them in surprise, and went up to obstruct them without knowing it, but was scared away by Duan Qichi's look.

After that, no one dared to go forward anymore. While picking up money, they whispered: "Snatch the women!"

"You don't understand, this is a little love between lovers!"

"I don't see it right? That's a common man? Tsk tsk, men and women are dangerous these days."

Ji Xuemian's face was flushed, and she challenged him, "Let me go!"

"Impossible." Duan Qichi refused.

Pushing open the screen door, Ji Xuemian raised his eyes to stare at him, Duan Qichi hugged him tightly by the waist.

Ji Xuemian said, "Duan Qichi, if you are unhappy, just say it, don't be so silent."

Ji Xuemian also wanted to say, this is not your way of doing things, it's too weird.

Duan Qichi caressed his cheek and looked at him deeply.

Outside the boat was the pitch-black river surface, and the large, empty windows were unsheltered.

A river of lotus lanterns floated outside, attracting passers-by to watch.

"Who put so many sky lanterns, really rich!"

"Who knows! Maybe some young master gave it to my friend?"

"No, it seems that the son put it on for the father. You see, the words "body/body health" are written on the lamp. Could this be a request between a man and a woman?"

"That's right, normally everyone wants "more children and more blessings"..."

Duan Qichi suddenly whispered: "Should I still ask for more children?"

Think about it, "I don't know if my body has recuperated after drinking the medicine for so long."

Ji Xuemian sensed something was wrong: "What did you say?"

He meant... Yan Ming's medicine?

It's conditioning... that one!

Ji Xuemian couldn't believe it.

No wonder Yan Ming watched him take the medicine so closely, and it wasn't a serious illness that was diagnosed. This is obviously an abnormal phenomenon, why did Ji Xuemian lower his vigilance about this!

Duan Qichi's long eyelashes drooped, and his tone was displeased, "How can it be considered a threat? I think your health will get better, and everything will get better, and I didn't say that you must have a baby."

"Of course, if you can contribute to the heirs of the imperial court, I will also reward Yan Ming."

Ji Xuemian choked, "You—"

Duan Qichi sighed, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I'm serious, there is no other meaning."

But Ji Xuemian was silent for a moment, the corners of his eyes filled with tears unknowingly, "Even if I'm pregnant, I'm afraid I won't give birth to him."

While his mood was fluctuating, he was bent down by the person on his body, and his arms enveloped him.

Duan Qichi looked aggrieved: "Is it really not born?"

Ji Xuemian said, "Yes."

Duan Qichi didn't speak, just kissed him stubbornly, without a word of explanation.

Ji Xuemian was kissed enough by him like this, half of his clothes were off, and he accidentally caught a cold at night.

After more than ten days, Ji Xuemian's illness became more and more severe, he told him to lie in the carriage and refused to go out, and he did not tell Duan Qichi either.

Duan Qichi didn't look for him either, as if he was angry with him, as for why he was unhappy that day, he never explained clearly, he didn't know what he was awkward about.

The two of them froze like that.

The closer he was to the capital, the more disturbed Ji Xuemian was. The relationship between him and Duan Qichi was really nondescript, and he only hoped that he wouldn't get angry in front of the emperor.

At the same time, he was angry and made him sick again, so he didn't want to talk to him for a while.

After a bumpy journey, the two armies finally arrived at the capital.

As soon as they entered the city, the entire team was overwhelmed by countless silk scarves and flowers. Almost all the people in the capital came out to welcome the two armies back to the capital, which caused a sensation. The heat wave roiled for a while, and the autumn wind could not extinguish the noise. greetings.

Ji Xuemian stood on the horse, walking behind the regent's army, looked sideways, although his expression was serious, it caused countless girls and daughters-in-law to blush, throwing flowers and silks at him one after another, was stopped by officers and soldiers, and quarreled.

As for Duan Qichi, who was walking ahead, almost everyone was silent wherever he went, not because of his appearance, but because the regent was always demonized in Beijing, such as vicious, violent, and like a mad dog. None of them sound good.

However, there were also countless ladies and gentlemen from aristocratic families who fell in love with him. They lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, covered half of their faces, and looked at him quietly.

The regent is as handsome as before, but he is no longer a young man who talks and laughs at Yanyan.

He just turned his head and glanced at Ji Xuemian, on his handsome face, his wolfish ambitions were clearly revealed, Ji Xuemian had a lot of serious thoughts for no reason.

Ji Xuemian lowered his head slightly, his expression was full of respect.

That night, thousands of lotus lanterns and thousands of lotus lanterns were held in the Thousand Buddha Temple, which was extremely beautiful.

It was only later that Ji Xuemian found out that Duan Qichi had let him go.

But why didn't he say it?

The excitement in Beijing made Ji Xuemian seem like a lifetime away.

It wasn't until the gate of the palace that Ji Xuemian jumped off the horse and landed on the solid ground that he came back to his senses completely.

I don't know when it was difficult to go back to my hometown in the Northwest, and the capital became my second hometown.

After entering the palace city, Ji Xuemian and Duan Qichi entered the Baifeng Gate where Xuanwo usually went to court.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty stand under the long steps. On the high platform, the 16-year-old Xuan Wo is wearing a golden silk gown, a five-clawed golden dragon and a colorful cloud dragon robe, and a crown on his head. He is full of joy. .

Ji Xuemian looked over, feeling suddenly uneasy.

I always feel that Xuanwo has changed.

The young man with a handsome face had indescribable gloom on his brows, but he smiled happily the moment he saw Ji Xuemian.

Xuan Wo stood beside the imperial eunuch Zhao Yu, his eyes fell on Ji Xuemian, his sharp eyes like eagle beaks fixed on him, and he shouted: "Ji Xuemian, the regent and chief minister, see you."

Ji Xuemian knelt down to answer the edict.

Duan Qichi stood on one side with his hands behind his back, Xuan Wo stepped off the stage slowly, and said in a low voice, "My nephew pays respects to the emperor's uncle."

Duan Qichi lowered his eyes slightly, condescending, but looked at the top of Ji Xuemian's hair, and hummed slowly.