The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Ji Xuemian's consciousness is not clear, and he vaguely heard someone calling his name softly in his ear, "Si Ling, Si Ling."

Those warm hands held his cheeks, and Ji Xuemian frowned tightly as the lungs under his chest hurt so much that he could hardly breathe.

The voice of the person holding him was low and deep, and seemed to be more anxious, "Wake up, don't fall asleep."

Ji Xuemian had never heard someone calling him so anxiously.

It seems that no matter how weak the physique was in the past, and he never fainted from exhaustion, what happened to him?

Ji Xuemian instinctively rubbed against the man's palm, her almost weak breath slowly sprayed on the hot man's hand, feeling that he was lifting her up into the air.

His lungs were stuffy and his throat was fishy and sweet.

Ji Xuemian murmured in a very soft voice, "No...it's all right."

"Don't talk." Duan Qichi's voice was thick and heavy, "Go to the Imperial College first, and the imperial doctor will come later."

He carried the tall and slender Ji Xuemian with no effort at all, Ji Xuemian only felt light and light, without any bumps, and Duan Qichi was deliberately talking to him beside his ear, "I saw just now, do you like sour plum soup?"

Ji Xuemian was in a trance, "Mmm...it's delicious."

"But I remember, you don't like sour ones the most." Duan Qichi coaxed him softly to keep him from losing consciousness, "Why do you like it again?"

Ji Xuemian's mind was full of "like" and "dislike", feeling a little confused.

After a while, he said slowly, "I... didn't you like it before?"

Duan Qichi hugged him tighter, "Here in the Imperial College, you personally crushed a pile of sour plums that you don't like to eat into fine powder, did you forget?"

"Really... Now, I like it very much." Ji Xuemian was drowsy, because of the violent heart and lung concussion, he couldn't help frowning, and shrank back into Duan Qichi's arms, leaning against him was like leaning against a tree.

Duan Qichi's voice was hoarse: "If you like it, I'll ask someone to make it for you every day."

Ji Xuemian smiled lightly, "Okay..."

Duan Qichi's heart suddenly stopped beating.

Ji Xuemian's thin, cool breath hit his collarbone, his cheeks were pale, as if made of colored glass that would shatter at the touch of a touch.

Duan Qichi called him: "Si Ling?"

There was no reaction on Ji Xuemian's face, but she used her slender fingertips to lift the skirt of his clothes, and followed the warmth.

Immediately afterwards, he sighed slightly, as if relieving some of the cold.

Duan Qichi only felt that the temperature of his blood rose a few degrees.

He is very familiar with the road of Guozijian.

Duan Xichi kicked open the door, and lightly placed Ji Xuemian on the couch in the Guozijian dormitory.

Ji Xuemian was still in a daze, but at least he was no longer unconscious.

A voice came from outside the Imperial College: "The emperor is here!"

Ji Xuemian's slightly squinted phoenix eyes opened slits, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids.

He was about to get up, but was stopped by Duan Qichi pressing his shoulder, "Don't move."

Ji Xuemian couldn't resist him, and frowned, "Etiquette..."

"Stupid." Angrily, Duan Qi caressed the corner of his pink lips, bowed his head and kissed him.

Ji Xuemian was swept away by him, so she couldn't help but push him, "Dirty..."

"Not dirty, I like it." Duan Qichi also tasted the smell of blood and knew what he was talking about.

Ji Xuemian had nothing to say, so he could only let him ignore her.

When Xuan Wo came in, he saw his uncle was sitting beside the teacher, tucking up the quilt for him, wiping the blood off his white cheeks.

He pushed back the palace servants who followed him, "Uncle Emperor, how is he doing, teacher!"

"Xuanwo." Duan Qichi kept speaking at a steady pace, which seemed to be very difficult for him, "Are you here to intercede for Mr. Xue?"

Xuan Wo didn't come here for this matter. After arguing with the teacher at the palace banquet, he realized that it shouldn't be the case.

The first time I saw Ji Xuemian just now, I thought the teacher was dying, already dead, and my heart was almost broken.

It wasn't until the teacher moved a little that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Right after the teacher left, the emperor's uncle directly asked someone to lock Mr. Xue into the cold palace, and ordered that no one was allowed to serve him, and he was not allowed to leave the cold palace for less than three months. .

Even he, the emperor, had to obey his uncle's orders, so Xuanwo could only suppress his anger and be helpless as he watched Mr. Xue being dragged away crying.

Right in front of him, the teacher who never liked anyone approaching him actually allowed Uncle Huang to touch his face.

The teacher who has always been extremely wary of others actually allows Uncle Zai to stay by his side.

It's the emperor's uncle taking advantage of others' dangers. I don't know how many times he has bullied the teacher like this.

Xuan Wo's hatred for the Prince Regent suddenly deepened countless times.

Besides, the regent's hand was under the quilt, so he must be holding the teacher's hand while he couldn't resist.

Xuan Wo's tone was not kind: "Uncle Huang, you and the teacher have always been hostile. If the teacher wakes up and sees you, the condition may become more serious."

Duan Qichi lowered his eyes, "He hates me, and he doesn't necessarily like you. If you come, he will be even angrier."

Xuan Wo couldn't bear it any longer, and said what was in his heart, "Don't the emperor want to get the teacher, so he wants to take away the comfort like a teacher from me?"

Duan Qichi glanced at him, and mocked brightly, "I'm not interested in caring about your shit. I don't care whether Mr. Xue is dead or alive. It doesn't matter to me whether he looks like Ji Xuemian or not. Don't be self-righteous."

Xuan Wo didn't budge either, "Uncle Huang, obviously none of us can get the teacher, let me take the teacher away!"

Duan Qichi didn't intend to teach him a lesson, as if he was just telling him a fact, "You can't take him away."

"he's mine."

After Duan Qichi said this sentence with a normal expression, Xuan Wo couldn't calm down anymore.

Ji Xuemian vaguely heard someone talking.

The sickness that had been relieved returned again, and he moved uneasily under the quilt.

Xuan Wo put away his paranoid look, dilated his pupils and looked at Ji Xuemian, "Uncle Huang!"

Duan Qichi was furious, closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh, "Xuan Wo, get out, you are the emperor, don't force me to punish you in front of the court."

"Uncle Emperor, are you crazy?" Xuan Wo squinted his eyes, "Even if you are the regent, I am also the emperor of the Ninth Five-Year High, and the world is still mine after all."

"Really?" Duan Qichi sneered, "Do you think that without Ji Xuemian desperately blocking you, you would be able to stand here?"

Xuan Wo straightened his clothes and was not afraid at all: "Uncle Huang, I also know some of your past, but I don't want to tear your face apart. As long as you let me take the teacher away, I can pretend that I didn't come tonight."

Duan Qichi concealed his violent emotions, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and said impatiently, "Lin Yuan, take the emperor back to the bedroom, he should go to sleep."

"Yes, my lord." Lin Yuan, who came out of nowhere, came in from the door, very humble but couldn't help but refuse, "Your Majesty, please."

Xuan Wo's tone was cold, "Lin Yuan, if you dare to stop me, do you want to die?"

Lin Yuan cupped his hands: "Going back to the emperor, the last general is not afraid of death, and only listens to the regent's orders. Please, don't delay—tomorrow morning."

Lin Yuan deliberately mentioned the early dynasty.

After all, Xuan Wo was worried about Duan Qichi's power, felt aggrieved, and had to leave first.

Before leaving, "Uncle Huang, don't be too bullying."

Duan Qichi just raised the corners of his lips and smiled, without answering.

Instead, he took Ji Xuemian's hand out of the quilt and held it in his palm.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan didn't wait any longer, and directly took Xuan Wo out.

After a while, outside the Imperial College, Zhao Yu shouted loudly: "The emperor is driving!"

Ji Xuemian was a light sleeper, woke up by the noise, but couldn't open her eyes, so she could only hold Duan Qichi's hand instead, not wanting to leave this warmth.

Duan Qichi had a thought, felt that he had regained some strength, and said softly, "Would you like some water?"

Saying that, she let go of Ji Xuemian's hand and went to get water.

But Ji Xuemian stretched out his hand and pulled Duan Qichi's sleeve, carefully, his strength was so small that Duan Qichi could shake him off with just a little effort.

Ji Xuemian said dreamily, "Don't go, stay with me..."

Upon seeing him, Duan Xichi couldn't help restraining his violence, coaxing him with kind words, "Be good, be good, drink some hot water to wash away your anger."

"Don't drink..." Ji Xuemian shook his head, curled up like a red-hot shrimp, his expression struggling, "I'm in so much pain..."

His whole heart felt as uncomfortable as if it was being pricked by a needle, and it tightened up and down. He had no choice but to beg the only person who accompanied him not to leave him.

In case he died, at least Duan Qichi would bury him.

Duan Qichi sat down again and saw that his teeth were chattering, so he put his fingers between Ji Xuemian's teeth and sighed, "Don't hurt yourself."

Ji Xuemian held back his strength, didn't speak, just rubbed his knuckles lightly, restrained and endured, then he turned his head and closed his eyes tightly.

When Duan Qichi couldn't hold back his anger and wanted to call for someone to come, Imperial Doctor Li hurried over, it was the genius doctor Xuan Wo specially found for Ji Xuemian.

Duan Qichi didn't need him to kneel, "Forget it, come and see Mr. Shoufu's illness."

Li Yuyi, who was over half a century old, methodically unloaded the medicine box and went to feel the pulse.

Ji Xuemian knew that someone had grabbed his wrist and forced herself to be quiet.

"Back to the Regent, Mr. Shoufu has been suffering from depression for a long time. He thinks too much at night and cannot sleep well. Over time, it becomes an intractable disease. It is difficult to find the root cause. Although it will not be life-threatening for the time being, but in the future, we can no longer worry about it. The lifespan is...not long."

Duan Qichi only felt a chill on his forehead, and the chill that shot up from his back almost drowned him, choked him for a moment, and forced his heart to be shocked, "How to cure it?"

Li Yuyi is an honest and decent person, and said truthfully: "It is not impossible to cure, as long as you hang your life with Weichen's decoction prescription, although it is unpalatable, it is sure to be effective. Drink it for five or seven years in a row, and you will be able to get along with a healthy person." People are the same."

Doctor Li thought about his wording, "Master Shoufu's main illness is heart disease, which can't be rushed, it needs to be patiently enlightened. Weichen heard some symptoms from guard Lin, and guessed it was such a disease , I have already brought some boiled medicine, drink it and you will feel better tomorrow."

Duan Qichi looked at Ji Xuemian, unable to accept this result for a long time, although he should have thought of it long ago.

Duan Qichi was silent, and his voice was so low that it could not be lowered, "From now on, you will prescribe all the prescriptions for Mr. Shoufu. If there is any situation, go to the Lingyin of Xuanqing Palace and heal him. You will be the chief of the imperial hospital." .”

Duan Qichi said again: "If you are stupid enough to do small tricks in the medicine, it will be a crime of punishing the nine clans, do you know?"

Doctor Li was smart and knelt down gracefully, "Yes, I understand that from now on, I will only follow His Majesty the Regent."

Duan Qichi said again: "At Xuanwo's place, do you know how to say it?"

Although Li Yuyi, who was born in the countryside, entered the palace not long ago, he knew that now that he was the regent's man, he naturally had to listen to the regent's words.

"Master Shoufu needs to recuperate, and he can no longer worry about the government for the time being. Please don't disturb the patient's rest too much, Your Majesty."

Duan Qichi likes smart people, glanced at him a few times, and hummed, "Go and get the reward."

When Doctor Li left, Duan Qichi lifted the lid of the medicine jar, feeling sad.

This medicine smelled bitterer than Yan Ming's, not sweet at all.

Ji Xuemian heard what Li Yuyi said, and smelled the familiar yet unfamiliar bitter taste, opened his eyes, and said weakly, "What smell..."

Duan Qichi helped him up, leaned against the wooden back of the couch, smiled lightly, and lied to him, "The medicine that can save lives is very sweet."

Ji Xuemian was dazed by his smile, she looked soft and easy to bully, "Medicine, sweet?"

Duan Qichi scooped up a spoonful of bitter medicinal soup and handed it to his lips, his tone was gentle: "Really, you'll know after a taste, open your mouth."

Ji Xuemian opened her mouth obediently, took a sip, and swallowed it.

As a result, he almost died from the pain of the medicine. He looked up at Duan Qichi puzzled and angrily, and saw him handing over another spoonful with a smile, "Good medicine tastes bitter."

Ji Xuemian didn't believe him anymore, she was already uncomfortable, but she still wanted to drink bitter water, and she resisted it all.

Seeing that he didn't want to drink, Duan Qichi put the soup bowl aside and hugged him, "If you don't want to drink, I'll feed you myself. You choose."

Ji Xuemian just didn't want to drink it. He didn't like to drink medicine since he was a child. He was sick and had to take medicine from time to time. Today he was too sick, so he wanted to refuse, "You lied to me, you don't even know how bitter this medicine is, I don't drink."

As soon as the words finished, Duan Qichi took a sip of the medicine himself, pinched his chin, and crossed over without hesitation.

Ji Xuemian couldn't avoid it, he hesitated and couldn't speak, and was afraid of being choked by the medicine, so he could only frown, close his eyes, and was forced to drink the medicine one mouthful at a time.

After drinking this pot, not to mention Ji Xuemian, Duan Qichi will be tortured to death.

He gently rubbed the fingerprint on Ji Xuemian's chin, "You are right, now I know how bitter the medicine is."

Normally, Ji Xuemian would have been angry with him a long time ago, if he didn't slap him and slap him outside, he wouldn't have the surname Ji.

But he was a fragile patient after all, unable to speak, his black hair like ink was hanging behind him, a few strands fell on his collarbone, he was quiet and looked very good.

After drinking the hot medicine, Ji Xuemian's cheeks were flushed red, very cute, his beautiful eyes were lowered, and there was a little bit of crimson on his lips, he was so cute.

Duan Qichi couldn't help leaning over to kiss him.

The bitter taste of the medicine spread on their palates, tossed and turned, gradually diluted and turned into sweetness.