The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

As soon as Ji Xuemian said this sentence, he immediately regretted it.

He wanted to take his foot back, but as soon as he lifted it, Duan Qichi grabbed his ankle firmly with his backhand.

Rub it up and down, rubbing a piece of snow-white skin until it turns red.

Ji Xuemian frowned, "Let go."

"My mistake is that I shouldn't have made things difficult for you with Huanxi Chan, I shouldn't have taken you on a cruise to force you, I shouldn't have asked Yan Ming to dispense medicine for you behind your back." Duan Qichi looked serious and spoke softly, "Si Ling, but I'm really very happy." Wanted one of our pups."

Ji Xuemian turned her head away, her ears flushed, "I also said, this is impossible."

Duan Qichi's long eyelashes drooped, "I know, so I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully, and I won't mention it again in the future."

Ji Xuemian turned her head and stared into his eyes, "If there is, what do you want to do?"

Duan Qichi pinched the soles of his feet and comforted him with a good temper: "Then I will pick you up and live in my palace. Three matchmakers, six hires and eight sedan chairs will marry you home. Don't be the chief assistant, and don't do anything else." Master Emperor, just be my concubine."

Ji Xuemian's eyelids twitched suddenly, it was unreasonable, "You really think so!"

Duan Qichi nodded, "There is absolutely no lie."

Ji Xuemian wanted to say something, but Duan Qichi got up and kissed the corner of his lips.

While tossing and turning, Ji Xuemian was still furious, but outside Xuanqing Palace, Zhao Yu shouted: "The emperor is here."

Ji Xuemian hurriedly pushed Duan Qichi away and wiped the corners of his mouth, but he didn't know that his lips were swollen and red, which could be seen by a discerning eye.

Duan Qichi fell on the couch, but lay back instead, with his chin poised, looking at him with great interest, "Si Ling, don't you think Xuanwo has other feelings for you?"

Ji Xuemian didn't look back, straightened some messy clothes, paused for a while, although he didn't really want to admit it, but he did find out that Xuan Wo's attitude towards him was obviously different from the past when he returned to the palace.

Ji Xuemian looked sideways slightly, with a cold attitude, "Maybe there is, but I won't allow it to exist."

After a while, Ji Xuemian said again: "Duan Qichi, show me some respect in front of Xuanwo, you... are too arrogant."

Duan Qichi jumped to the bed, tied his waist-length black hair high for him, put on the jade hairpin again, and said kindly: "Si Ling, how do I feel, since you came back from Nanjiang, you have treated me so Much colder?"

Ji Xuemian frowned, "Do you have the face to ask? Stop talking nonsense."

Duan Qichi hugged him tightly, "Sure, then I'll come to you at night to talk nonsense."

Ji Xuemian stepped on his foot resentfully, left him aside, and went out alone to meet Xuanwo.

Enduring the pain in his feet, Duan Qichi walked out of the back hall swaggeringly with his hands behind his back.

Outside Xuanqing Palace, Xuanwo and his mother and concubine were sitting on a sedan chair.

Empress Dowager En Ruo is only 28 years old, just in the prime of her life, but she looks weak and weak.

Ji Xuemian knew that what the late emperor loved was Enruo's delicate and tender demeanor, an old husband and young wife, so it's not affectionate.

However, in the royal palace, where is the sincerity?

It is also because of this that Ji Xuemian has a little more love for Xuan Wo, similar to that of his father and brother.

Although it seems likely to have changed its quality now.

Ji Xuemian got into the sedan chair, and Duan Qichi followed him into the same sedan chair.

Xuan Wo raised the curtain, showing aggrieved face, "Mr. Why don't I sit on the same roof?"

Duan Qichi smiled gracefully, very calmly, "Master Ji, he has been staying in southern Xinjiang for a long time, and he is a little dizzy from the sedan chair. This king will take care of him, so don't worry about Wo'er."

Ji Xuemian didn't give him face, "The regent should sit on the back seat, I want to rest for a while."

After speaking, he ordered the eunuch who carried the sedan chair, "Get up the sedan chair."

Duan Qichi shook his head, still smiling, and sat on the sedan chair behind.

Staggered to the royal temple for blessing.

Enruo was helped out of the sedan chair by the maid of honor, Shi Shiran walked up to Duan Qichi and blessed him, "Prince Regent, please."

Ji Xuemian narrowed his eyes, something was wrong.

En Ruo should call him Ninth Brother, not the Regent.

Ji Xuemian remembered what "Spider" said, and Duan Qichi seemed to have a lot of secrets.

No one wants a puppy, and the garbage that deserves to be rotten and smelly next to the garbage dump.

Ninth Brother Empress Dowager from Mobei?

Ji Xuemian had doubts in his heart. If he didn't take this matter to heart when he was in southern Xinjiang, the feeling of wanting to explore became stronger once he returned to the palace.

Prayer is usually incense.

Seeing the sky full of gods and Buddhas, Ji Xuemian couldn't help but think of the meditation room that night, and blushed for a while and his heart beat.

As a minister, Ji Xuemian naturally stood behind everyone and was the last one to offer incense.

Xuan Wo kept watching him silently until the group left the temple, and then asked, "Teacher, are you free tonight?"

Ji Xuemian's heart skipped a beat, why are both of them looking for him tonight?

Ji Xuemian said calmly, "Is there any urgent matter, Your Majesty?"

Xuanwo bowed his head, a little embarrassed.

Enruo stepped forward and said softly, "Ji Shoufu, the harem is really empty. I'm thinking about choosing a few women who are close to my eyes and filling the harem."

Xuan Wo bit his lower lip, "I said I don't want to choose a concubine..."

Enruo showed displeasure, "I can't help you not to choose a concubine, when your father was your age, the eldest prince was already full moon."

En Ruo looked at Ji Xuemian, "Ji Shoufu, you are trying to persuade Your Majesty."

Ji Xuemian smiled a little, "Your Majesty, heirs are the most important thing, you should listen to the Queen Mother's good words."

Xuan Wo nodded as if accepting his fate, "Okay, what the teacher says is what it is. Then tonight, can I bring the memorial to ask for your advice?"

Ji Xuemian could not help but glance at Duan Qichi.

This action was too conspicuous, causing Xuan Wo to narrow his eyes slightly, "Does the teacher have an appointment with someone? Is there anyone more important than me?"

Ji Xuemian said to himself that it was hard to do, that he shouldn't have looked at Duan Qichi just now, and felt guilty for no reason.

Duan Qichi accepted the words, and a sharp smile gradually appeared on his lips, "What if I have an appointment with him?"

Xuan Wo blushed all of a sudden, "Uncle Emperor, why..."

Due to the presence of many monks, Xuanwo was not easy to lose his temper, lowered his head, and reluctantly said: "Then I will go later, the teacher can no longer evade me, so it is settled."

Ji Xuemian sighed, "Okay."

Xuan Wo seemed to be relieved, but he heard Duan Qichi say: "Since the worship is over, let's go back to the palace, my king is hungry and wants to eat."

Xuan Wo glanced at Ji Xuemian reluctantly, and told Zhao Yu to return to the palace.

Along the way, Ji Xuemian closed his eyes, feeling a splitting headache.

Not only because he moved in as soon as he returned to the palace, but also because he couldn't get away from the palace for the time being, and he couldn't keep abreast of the changes in the past few months inside and outside the court, and he might lose control.

Fortunately, Yan Ming returned to the Inspectorate, so he could keep an eye on his movements and help him appease his staff.

Pang Ying trained guards for the Imperial Forest Army again, waiting for Ji Xuemian to have a look.

Speaking of the Imperial Forest Army, I still carry the Emperor Tiger Talisman in my arms, so I'll find a chance to return it to Xuanwo tonight.

As for the "spider", Ji Xuemian has not found any clues for the time being. The spider king can bear it for so many years, it must not be a short time.

When Ji Xuemian thought that someone was watching him from behind, he felt angry.

When I got angry, I started coughing again.

He couldn't stop until he returned to Xuanqing Palace.

Ji Xuemian endured the sickness in his chest and resigned from Xuanwo.

As soon as the door of Xuanqing Palace was pushed open, Lingyin and Lanshen immediately greeted them.

The Xuanqing Palace in front of me is already full of palace people, each busy in their own way, without touching the ground.

Lingyin came to help him, "Look, sir, this is a palace man sent by the emperor to Eunuch Zhao, specially to serve you."

Ji Xuemian didn't like so many people surrounding him every day, "I can't use so many people. Besides, as a minister, how can I be so extravagant and wasteful, consuming manpower and material resources in the palace?"

Lan Shen knew him best, "This subordinate has also told Eunuch Zhao, but the emperor wants to do this, no one can do anything about it, please bear with me, my lord, and it will be fine when we return to Ji Mansion."

Seeing that Ji Xuemian's expression softened a little, Lingyin led him into the main hall and pushed the medicine bowl: "My lord, drink the medicine."

Ji Xuemian refused righteously, "You can't drink it."

Lingyin was very strange, "Do you think it's bitter? Haven't you already drank it many times?"

Lan Shen also advised him: "Drink it, my lord, or I will sue Lord Yan!"

Ji Xuemian had no choice but to drink the bowl because he couldn't throw it away.

As always, it was bitter, but fortunately, the prepared dishes were served one after another, waiting for him to taste.

At night, the clapper only knocked once, and Duan Qichi came without warning.

Ji Xuemian was leaning on the back of the chair to read, rubbing the center of his brows, his eyes were a little dazed.

Duan Qichi walked in quietly, pressed his temples with both hands, and helped him loosen his nerves, "Si Ling, you've been working hard all day, but are you tired?"

Ji Xuemian felt tired, so he didn't dodge, and said quietly, "Tell me quickly if you have anything to do, the provincial Xuanwo will come over in a while, you run into me."

"What's wrong with meeting you?" Duan Qichi's tone was a little low, "He knew that I was looking for you first, but he just wanted to get involved. It's inappropriate, and I don't think so."

Ji Xuemian interrupted him: "You—"

Footsteps came from outside Xuanqing Palace.

Ji Xuemian immediately realized that Xuan Wo was coming.

Ji Xuemian threw the book aside, stood up, and wanted to catch up with Duan Qichi, "You go first, there is a small door for palace people to walk behind."

Duan Qichi refused to leave, "You are going to drive me away before I have spoken to you?"

Ji Xuemian had no choice but to push him under the table, "Then don't make a sound. If you dare to make a sound, don't blame me for beating you."

Duan Qichi curled his arms and legs, curled up under the table and looked up at him with a smile on his face, "Okay."

As soon as a series of movements were finished, Xuanwo walked in, "Master, that's great, you haven't slept yet."

Xuan Wo looked around calmly, "Is the emperor gone?"

Ji Xuemian sat on the chair, her legs curled up involuntarily, Duan Qichi straightened her legs and placed them on the ground.

Ji Xuemian could only nod, "Let's go."

Xuan Wo sat opposite him, holding a volume of memorials in his hand: "That's just right, teacher, I'm not very good here, teach me."

"where……"

Just as Ji Xuemian was about to speak, his throat choked.

As expected, Duan Qichi played tricks under the table and lifted the corner of his clothes.

His fingers were well-knitted, slender and strong, exuding a slightly hotter heat.

Suddenly, Ji Xuemian's back went numb, and a slight sound came out of his throat.

Almost unbearably terrified, Ji Xuemian calmed down, desperately finding that he couldn't do it.

He wanted to hide back, but was stopped by the silent Duan Qichi.

His actions seemed to be very paranoid, and he vowed not to give up until Ji Xuemian's madness was forced out.

His strength was neither light nor heavy, he curled his knuckles and scraped hard, this was the first time in Ji Xuemian's life, he didn't want to be a good teacher.

Xuan Wo looked at him hesitantly, "Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Without thinking, Ji Xuemian said in a gentle tone, "No, just ask."

Ji Xuemian lowered his head, pretending to look at the stack of memorials very seriously.

"Teacher, look here. There is water in Xiangxi. I have been thinking about prevention and control strategies. There are several methods, but I am not sure to pay attention to it. Teacher, look, I will write it down."

Ji Xuemian's face was almost flushed, especially her lips, which were so bright red.

Under the table, Duan Qichi looked at the candlelight and his own shiny palm.

Then, he couldn't help but praise.

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look down.

"I think the third method is better."

"Really? That's good, I thought the teacher would completely reject me."

Ji Xuemian really thought, "It's really good."

Duan Qichi quietly lifted his feet.

Ji Xuemian's feet fell into the air, with nowhere to climb, and trembling, she stepped on Duan Qichi's knee with her strength.

Pulled a lot of distance by him.

Ji Xuemian felt as if she was going to die, and it was hard to be pulled by him.

Duan Qichi was calm, looked up to admire his expression, not in a hurry, and started to move again.

Ji Xuemian's head was booming, he was about to die of anxiety.

"Teacher, I have one more thing here. The artist in the gallery the day before yesterday asked me if I should look at the portrait before choosing a concubine?"

Ji Xuemian couldn't get up or down, and the expression on his face tried not to collapse, "Your Majesty likes it the best."

Xuan Wo scratched his head, "Then tomorrow, teacher will take a look at the portrait for me, okay?"

Ji Xuemian nodded, really speechless.

Duan Qichi didn't intend to get permission at first, so he became more and more presumptuous.

Xuan Wo had never seen such a trance-like expression on Ji Xuemian's face, his eyes were dull, "Teacher, what are you thinking about?"

Duan Qichi stepped on him with one foot on his shoulder, and ran over him again.

Ji Xuemian reluctantly replied: "It's getting cold at night, I'm a little cold, Your Majesty should go back."

Xuanwo didn't want to leave: "Teacher..."

Ji Xuemian had already been tortured terribly by the shameless Duan Qichi, his voice was hoarse, he gasped and coughed several times, "Your Majesty, come back—"

Duan Qichi looked at his teary eyes from below, and suddenly felt reluctant again.

The corners of Ji Xuemian's clothes were already dirty, Duan Qichi crouched on his knees and looked over, feeling overwhelmed and couldn't help it.

Xuanwo finally left.

Ji Xuemian couldn't bear it anymore.

He grabbed Duan Qichi's skirt and pulled him out.

"Duan, Qi, Chi!"