The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

For several days in a row, Duan Qichi was busy with military affairs, so he didn't take any time to trouble Ji Xuemian.

Ji Xuemian couldn't control the Prince Regent's army, and spent his days in the barracks like years, not to mention that the Emperor Tiger Talisman was still on his body, and with such a treasure in his pocket, he had no appetite to eat, and couldn't sleep well.

In order to avoid the hungry/thirsty soldiers in the barracks, and not wanting to be found out that she is a brother, Ji Xuemian looks for opportunities to go out almost every day.

It happened that Lan Shen wasn't in the barracks, so he probably contacted the Imperial Forest Army's Remnant Department.

Coincidentally, Ji Xuemian borrowed a horse and went leisurely to Tianhua City, the stronghold in southern Xinjiang, alone.

Tianhua City has been very quiet recently. Since the whole lamb was roasted that night, the group of thieves in southern Xinjiang has been silent again.

Tianhua City is very prosperous. There are many pavilions and pavilions along the way. Osmanthus fragrans are blooming all over the road, emitting a delicate fragrance at night.

Ji Xuemian grew up in the Northwest and worked in the capital. To him, southern Xinjiang is a different and bright scenery. The clothes of passers-by on the road are as gorgeous and simple as described in the book, and the silver ornaments are tinkling.

Therefore, last night when Lin Yuan said that the roasted whole lamb was tasted in the Northwest, Ji Xuemian's heart moved.

Tianhua City is full of fish and dragons, maybe there are thieves somewhere.

A silver whip was tied around Ji Xuemian's waist, alert to the passing crowd.

Suddenly, an unknown breath surged not far away, and his face turned slightly to one side.

Someone is following him.

At this juncture, southern Xinjiang is rare to be peaceful, and at the juncture of suppressing Tianhua City, Ji Xuemian does not want to make a big fuss and make a big commotion.

It is almost unnecessary to think about it, Ji Xuemian has been a brother for so many years, the best cover is to visit brothels.

He has done a lot of this in the capital, although it's all just pretending.

Ji Xuemian looked at the most brightly lit Nuanchun Pavilion in front of him, and stopped.

At the railing on the second floor, there are all kinds of graceful women with their waists exposed, shaking small fans, walking into the small wing in twos and threes with their sons and buddies in their arms.

Ji Xuemian's reputation in the capital is that he is drunk and lustful, and he is a good minister, but he can't be regarded as clean and self-sufficient, which just happened to block many matchmakers who introduced girls to him.

It's just that in the capital, the kiln sister he frequented the most was his savior, and she knew his details, but in southern Xinjiang... it's different.

It stands to reason that Ji Xuemian should stick to his secrets and be cautious, but as the saying goes, the more reckless and bold his behavior is, the more others will fear him and dare not speculate.

Therefore, Ji Xuemian entered the Nuanchun Pavilion calmly.

The old bustard saw him from a long distance, and there were two words written all over his body - rich man.

In such a desolate atmosphere, he is as lonely as a pine and cypress, and his cold face reveals an indescribable beauty of spring, which is really very good-looking.

At first glance, those who didn't know thought he was the actress of Nuanchun Pavilion.

Changing clothes, I don't know how many people will be fascinated.

The old bustard rushed to greet him, she knew in her heart that this man was definitely not a rich and powerful businessman, nor a poor scholar who had never touched a girl.

But at first glance, he is a big man who cannot be offended, and needs to be complimented.

The old bustard came up and smiled all over her face: "Young master, come back to the Nuanchun Pavilion, shall we? But do you want to light a lamp?"

Ji Xuemian didn't know what it meant to light a lamp, but he guessed it was a slang term for a girl, so he said flatly, "Okay."

He paused, took out the money, "Find a secluded room."

The old bustard quietly weighed the money in her hand, she was overjoyed, she immediately raised her face and said with a smile: "Okay, this distinguished guest!"

Ji Xuemian nodded, and walked up to the second floor with a girl in his arms.

He thought, unless the eyes following him were not afraid of revealing their secrets, they would even follow him into the brothel.

It's just that Ji Xuemian should have thought earlier that the regent is just such a hooligan temperament who is not afraid of the sky and the earth.

Seeing Ji Xuemian entered the Nuanchun Pavilion, Duan Qi, who was not far away, came out slowly from the corner of the street, he lightly shook the folding fan in his hand, his eyes were very playful.

He was dressed in a black brocade robe, which reflected the streamer in the shadow of the lights. Standing in the streets and alleys with people coming and going, with a jade crown hanging high, he was tall and elegant. He didn't look like a general at all, it was too eye-catching.

Duan Qichi put away his folding fan, and smiled at the old bustard from a distance, even the well-informed old bustard sighed, "Be good, she looks really handsome."

The old bustard put her hips on her hips, she thought it was strange, in one day, there were two handsome men who looked like dogs, and they both came to the brothel.

Before she could flatter Duan Qichi, Duan Qichi threw her a heavy ingot that fell into her hand.

He said in a deep voice, "Don't let anyone in."

This time the old bustard held the ingot and didn't weigh it, she just burst into laughter, "Oh my lord, please!"

Wherever Duan Qichi went, the girls couldn't stop laughing: "Master, you look so good..."

"This young man, is he lonely?"

Duan Qichi rejected the enthusiastic girls one by one, put his fan back around his waist, and walked slowly up to the second floor.

Standing in front of the closed door, he raised his head and looked directly at the closed door.

No matter how Duan Qichi looked at Ji Shoufu, his eyes were hot. He was probably holding a girl in his arms, drinking and having fun right inside this door.

Duan Qichi's long eyelashes drooped, casting a small orange shadow on his eyelids.

That person is really like the rumors in the capital, he spends a lot of money, seeks fame, and is a rascal who doesn't care about meat and vegetables, how can he even look like the chief assistant of the cabinet?

Duan Qichi himself was not in the habit of listening to corners, so he pushed open the door and stepped in.

The lights in the room are warm, but the atmosphere is a bit cold.

Ji Xuemian stared at him blankly, as if he never thought that the person following him was actually Duan Qichi.

Sister Mei's half-taken clothes hung on her shoulders, her face was very embarrassed, she turned her head and forced a smile, "Master... is this your friend?"

Duan Qichi held on to the door frame carelessly, but his eyes were full of warmth, "I'm not his friend, I'm his old friend."

Suddenly, Ji Xuemian was astonished, her heart trembled violently, she even forgot about the fact that he persuaded Sister Mei to go to bed early just now.

This damned Duan Qichi, who grew up at the foot of the imperial city, was born in a wealthy world, but he has learned a lot about stalking.

He was staring at him without blinking, Ji Xuemian felt uncomfortable.

Ji Xuemian said: "Sister Mei, don't talk nonsense, it's a distinguished guest, I dare not call you a friend."

He pushed away Sister Mei's close waist, got up and walked over to close the door, Duan Qichi pressed the door, grabbed Ji Xuemian's wrist, and said with a smile: "Little friend, don't be so hot-tempered, don't be rude, beauty."

Ji Xuemian shook off his hand, "I don't have the habit of asking people to watch, I'm afraid your eyes will be dirty."

Sister Mei timidly said: "Master, didn't you urge me to go to bed? Didn't you like others watching?"

"Oh?" Duan Qichi looked at him blatantly, "Going to bed so early?"

Ji Xuemian forcibly resisted the urge to push this stupid sister out the door, "I'm sleepy."

Duan Qichi narrowed his eyes and smiled softly, "Ji Siling, why are you always sleepy?"

Ji Xuemian's expression froze, and he asked knowingly, "What does your lord mean?"

Duan Qichi said clearly: "The girl I gave you, you didn't touch her at all, could it be that you were also sleepy with her?"

Ji Xuemian pursed her lips, and confronted him directly: "Then, does the lord know the whereabouts of the remaining soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army? Dare the lord say, does it have anything to do with you?"

The two pairs of eyes met, and the sword flashed in an instant.

Duan Qichi blinked his eyes, leaned over, and said in a low voice, "Is Lord Ji blaming me?"

Ji Xuemian frowned, took a step back, "I dare not."

Duan Qichi seemed to have not changed his hobby of molesting Ji Xuemian for so many years, he smiled very comfortably, "It's already here, you can't drive him away, can you?"

He is like a cunning fox, wagging his invisible tail joyfully.

Ji Xuemian thought, Dengtuzi Duan has a very bad mind.

Duan Qichi pulled Ji Xuemian's sleeve, pushed him in the middle of the bench without any explanation, and beckoned Meijie to sit down.

He was in a good mood, lifted his clothes and sat down, filled three glasses of wine, "Come, let's drink together."

Ji Xuemian's eyes were filled with a glass of spirits that was about to overflow.

Ji Xuemian's eyes were reddened by the smell of strong alcohol, and he could not help coughing a few times.

Duan Qichi raised his eyebrows, and joked: "I heard that little friend is famous for never pouring a thousand cups. I didn't have a chance to drink together before. Today I have to learn from it."

Seeing Duan Qichi's expression of wanting to drink without drinking, Ji Xuemian knew that he was going to be crippled.