The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Ji Xuemian stood in fear, subconsciously covering his waist and abdomen.

Then he realized belatedly that the pregnancy for more than a month cannot be seen.

Duan Qichi just glanced at him, and didn't think about it, "When Dr. Li went out, his face was full of worry, and he just said that you didn't let him talk, what happened?"

"It's a little problem, just get a good night's sleep." Ji Xuemian replied immediately, feeling like her heart was about to pop out of her throat.

Duan Qichi didn't seem to understand why he spoke so fast, but he still took a few steps closer and insisted on asking: "What did Li Yuyi say?"

Being stared at by him, Ji Xuemian felt that he was a criminal who fell into the hands of Dali Temple, and said brazenly: "That's what the original words said, what does the lord mean that I lied to you?"

Duan Qichi still had an expression of disbelief.

Ji Xuemian tried to change the subject with him, and decided to ask him about the matter of Xuan Yi pouring the warm wine for Xuan Wo.

"According to what the lord said, both Xuanwo and Alan drank the love wine?" Ji Xuemian sat down again, picked up the snacks from the porcelain plate on the table, and took a bite.

Seeing him eating, Duan Qichi sat beside him, poured himself a cup of herbal tea, tasted it, seemed not satisfied with the Tianshan fragrant leaves, and put it down again.

Duan Qichi was hot all over, so he could barely drink it down, and said: "Yes, I drank a lot. This love wine is strong, and it cannot be solved without the reconciliation of two people. Self-blasphemy is useless. Tonight, the mother in the Queen's Palace Some of them are busy."

"It's only natural for the newlyweds to develop a relationship. I have experience in teaching my aunt." Ji Xuemian scratched the tip of her nose unconsciously when she said this.

"En." Duan Qichi seemed to be perfunctory, and responded softly.

He was absent-minded, the corners of his eyes were still flushed, and his whole body faintly exuded the danger of being on the verge of extreme desire. It seemed like a gunpowder line about to be ignited, which would break the calmness he was trying to maintain anytime and anywhere.

It can be seen that the medicinal effect of this love wine is too strong, and the big gift that Xuan Yi prepared is really underwhelming.

But why did Xuan Yi pour Duan Qichi a cup?Do you want this unfeminine Prince Regent to show his original shape?

Ji Xuemian sorted out his thoughts, Xuan Yi was a thoughtful person, and his staff also mentioned that Xuan Yi had been recruiting soldiers and buying horses in the fiefdom to recharge his energy, so it was reasonable to frame Duan Qichi.

Xuanwo was surrounded by a pack of wolves, and the only person who dedicated himself to guarding the frontier under the banner of usurping the throne was the tyrannical regent in front of him.

Ji Xuemian, who was like an iron wall, took a sip of tea, not afraid of these wolves at all.

It seems that Duan Qichi sensed that Ji Xuemian was thinking about him, he raised his eyes, the pupils were black and full of desire, and the whites of the eyes were bloodshot.

Ji Xuemian and him looked at each other, inexplicably felt that he was strangling his throat, almost suffocating.

Duan Qichi is such a person, he never hides his desire, no matter it is good or bad, when he wants it, he will say it, he will do it if he wants to harm anyone, and no one can stop him.

But in the current situation, he seems to be trying his best to restrain his physical desire.

Ji Xuemian can understand, but he intends to pretend not to understand.

Turning his head away, Duan Qichi called out, "Si Ling."

His voice was hoarse as hell, surging with scorching heat.

Ji Xuemian suddenly hesitated whether to tell him now.

But if you don't say it, it will be too late.

Ji Xuemian cleared his throat, made up his mind, and said, "My lord, I have something to ask."

Hearing that Ji Xuemian's tone was very serious, as if he was about to speak ordinary words, Duan Qi slowly relaxed, leaning his back on the wooden back of the bench, resting his left hand on the table, tapping on the table with a few fingers, feeling anxious disturbed.

But his face was still calm, and there seemed to be a gentle smile on his face.

His broad chest heaved slowly, and the inadvertently exposed collarbone was dyed thin red.

Duan Qichi's gaze lingered on Ji Xuemian's face, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he said, "Say it."

Being stared at, coveted, and scrutinized by him like this, Ji Xuemian only wanted to make a quick decision, and didn't want to beat around the bush.

"I plan to stay in the palace for a while, and then I will go back to Ji's mansion."

Duan Qichi's fingers paused.

"The streets and alleys of Ji's Mansion are remote. It is too hard for you to go to court every day and get up before dawn."

Ji Xuemian narrowed his eyes, "My lord...has been there?"

"Passing by." Duan Qichi said bluntly.

Ji Xuemian thought about it too, wherever he lived, he would be trampled through the threshold.

It doesn't matter whether Duan Qi has been there or not, if he wants to know, a group of people rush to tell him.

"I never know." Ji Xuemian ate up all the snacks in his hands, unexpectedly found the taste to be good and sweet, so he took another piece.

Duan Qichi watched his lips squirm, he seemed to love to eat, and he was in a good mood, so he took a piece and took a sip.

For a while, the two of them were so focused on eating that they didn't speak.

Duan Qichi finished eating the candy cake, twirled his fingers, and chuckled, "Your Excellency is busy with everything, what do you know about me?"

This is inexplicably sour.

It seemed that Ji Xuemian had failed him.

Ji Xuemian swallowed his snacks and drank some tea.

Duan Qichi stretched out his hand and wiped off the cake crumbs left on the corner of Ji Xuemian's mouth.

Then he moved his index finger, rubbing and stroking the flesh of the next lip until it became completely rosy.

"I have missed you for many years, and you never know."

Ji Xuemian dodged, burning hotly.

Since Li Yuyi finished speaking, this night has given him too many shocks.

Ji Xuemian was very tired, and now he just wanted to sleep well, and hoped to find out in the morning that this was just a dream.

Duan Qichi withdrew his hand, and then asked him slowly: "Why do you want to go back to Ji's Mansion?"

Ji Xuemian lowered her eyes, "I want to go home and have a look."

Ji Xuemian thought to herself, why do I still have to ask why when I go back to my house?

Of course, she wouldn't talk to him like that.

One Xuan Yi is difficult enough to deal with, he doesn't want to provoke Duan Qichi anymore.

At the same time, Ji Xuemian didn't want him to find out that she was pregnant with his...

Ji Xuemian bit her lower lip, not wanting to mention the sleeping little life in his stomach.

Now the only reason that Duan Qichi can be counted on to let him go back to Ji Mansion is that he likes him.

Although Ji Xuemian is not sure whether Duan Qichi is teasing him, using him to swallow half of the court.

After all, Ji Xuemian really didn't think about that when he was a child, he was very indifferent to everyone.

If Ji Xuemian hadn't gone to southern Xinjiang, he would never have thought that Duan Qichi liked him in his life.

After all, when Ji Xuemian protected him back then, he just helped Duan Qichi live a better life in the Imperial College, and he didn't have any extra thoughts.

Not to mention that they are now incompatible in the court, and they are enemies in the eyes of outsiders.

The atmosphere was deadlocked.

Duan Qichi was silent, didn't say yes or no, didn't agree, didn't say no.

Ji Xuemian urged, "My lord?"

Duan Qichi tilted his head.

Out of the corner of his eye, he found the broken porcelain cup that Ji Xuemian had swept under the stool.

Ji Xuemian watched Duan Qichi's brows twitch heavily, then he bent down to pick up the tile, and looked at it repeatedly.

After a while, he showed displeasure, and put the broken porcelain pieces on the table, "Si Ling, did Doctor Li drop this?"

Ji Xuemian denied: "He is just an imperial doctor, how could he have the guts to throw things in front of my ministers."

Duan Qichi said: "That's right." He checked the broken porcelain repeatedly, "There are still water stains on it, which means it hasn't been long, and Xuanwo didn't drop it, so it can only be you who dropped it?"

Ji Xuemian had no choice but to admit, "It's the minister who missed."

"Miss?" Duan Qichi raised his eyebrows, "The only time you missed was when you shot an arrow in Paoma Mountain in southern Xinjiang and missed it by a few inches. Let me die. You said you didn't do it on purpose. You can fool others but not me."

Duan Qichi's voice fell, and he took a few steps closer. The body temperature of his body seemed to have not dissipated, as if the cold wind outside was so strong that it could not blow out his raging fire.

Ji Xuemian couldn't help dodging for half a step, not too obvious, "It was indeed me who fell."

Duan Qichi shook his head, "No, you have something to hide from me."

Ji Xuemian's heart stopped suddenly.

"What did Doctor Li say? If you don't tell me, I'll ask myself."

Ji Xuemian tried to calm down: "Ordinary consultation, nothing special."

Duan Qichi said firmly, "Then you won't drop the teacup."

After a while, Duan Qichi's eyes sank, as if he was frightened by his own terrifying thoughts.

He stood up, walked in front of Ji Xuemian, pushed him on the chair, half knelt down, and spread his clothes on the floor, gorgeous and spotless.

Ji Xuemian looked down at him, keeping calm.

Duan Qichi said reluctantly: "Is there anything you can't tell me? Your illness is too serious to be cured... right?"

Ji Xuemian was slightly taken aback, and found a step for himself, he couldn't let Duan Qichi be entangled in this all the time: "Let's just say so."

A heartbroken expression suddenly flashed in Duan Qichi's eyes.

Ji Xuemian suddenly realized that it might not be appropriate to say this.

According to Ji Xuemian's own physique, if he admits it, in Duan Qichi's eyes, he may be close to death.

Sure enough, Duan Qichi looked at him as if he was looking at a patient who was about to die.

"The Prince Regent's Mansion and Ji's Mansion are far apart. You are not in front of my eyes. I am always worried about you." Duan Qichi took his palm, rubbed his thumb on the back of his hand, and slowly said, "Stay in the palace, or Go to the palace and let me take care of you, okay?"

Ji Xuemian, who was forced to shorten his life, couldn't explain it, "My lord, please let go first, the students are going to finish evening classes."

"Just leave, who dares to look at you? The king punished them to copy their homework ten times." Duan Qichi said aggrievedly.

Ji Xuemian warned him: "Don't mess around."

Duan Qichi rubbed his chin against his fingers while laughing, "Promise me, I won't mess around."

Ji Xuemian had a headache, how could he promise him?

But you can't let him keep half kneeling like this, what is this called?

Just as he was thinking so, someone knocked on the door, "Is Ji Shoufu there?"

Duan Qichi was taken aback for a moment, and then changed his smile, "Do you agree to me?"

Ji Xuemian covered his abominable smiling lips, and called out the door in a cold voice: "Say."

The people outside the door knocked even more urgently, "Ji Shoufu, Mr. Zhao passed the decree to announce that you are going to Yannian Palace. The queen ran out of the palace in disheveled clothes. Go and persuade the emperor!"

"Duke Luo already knew about this, so he blew his beard and stared angrily, and now he is going to the palace. I'm afraid it will be difficult to end!"

Ji Xuemian slammed the table and stood up, her head buzzing.

A surge of anger rose from the bottom of his chest, burning his calm in bursts.

In the end, all the calm disappeared, and Ji Xuemian shouted angrily: "What's wrong with the emperor? Didn't you just go well just now, what happened?"

The eunuch outside didn't dare to shout, and whispered: "This servant only knows that the emperor... is crying."

Seeing Ji Xuemian's feet swaying a few times, Duan Qichi hugged him tightly to prevent him from falling down, turned his head and sneered, full of anger burst out with the words: "He is such a big man, what's the matter?" Crying? Tell him, don’t come to his teacher if you don’t cry to death.”

"No." No matter what he said, Ji Xuemian must go to Yannian Palace, "Today is the empress's wedding, so I can't neglect the old minister."

Ji Xuemian felt a breath of blood stuck in his throat. Although Xuanwo was headstrong, he was a qualified emperor, he was conscientious, and he would surely accomplish something in the future.Even if there are mistakes, you can't beat him to death with a stick.

Luo Guogong is such a precious and long girl, and he will definitely not let it go. Originally, Luo Guogong intended to support Xuan Yi to the top, and had several unpleasant exchanges with Ji Xuemian, and now it is even more difficult.

The queen mother is unwilling to care about Xuanwo's affairs, she is likely to sleep in the palace with the kitten, and she will be her idle queen mother and let go of it.

Xuan Yi and Duan Qichi... are even more scourges, so let's not mention them.

In the end, it still fell on Ji Xuemian's head.

Ji Xuemian almost broke his heart, his heart began to ache again, a fragile nerve was throbbing, and the meridians all over his body were throbbing, so he had to hold his breath and endured it again and again.

Duan Qichi's breath froze: "Si Ling!"

The pain came flooding in like a tide, Ji Xuemian finally couldn't bear it anymore, and lay down on the shoulders of the person beside him, he didn't recover for a long time.

Duan Qichi hugged him and didn't dare to use any force, so he could only call his name anxiously.

Ji Xuemian's legs couldn't stand upright, and the fingers of both hands hooked Duan Qichi's skirt together, tightly clenched into fists, and suppressed his breathing in pain.

When Duan Qichi asked him, he subconsciously replied: "It hurts..."

Duan Qichi suddenly felt that his heart had been stabbed.

He coaxed Ji Xuemian in a low voice: "I'll go and see Xuanwo, you lie down and don't move."

Ji Xuemian took a deep breath, and said very slowly: "I have to go, Luo Guogong and the elders of the three dynasties, if they don't see me, they will be furious, and the consequences will be disastrous."

After saying this, he fell down involuntarily.

Duan Qi hugged him quickly, and frowned: "I'll go and tell Lord Luo, he won't dare to make things difficult for you."

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes and took a moment to relax, "That's not polite, don't stop me."

Duan Qichi sighed, and kissed him on the cheek helplessly, "Then I'll go with you."

It was late at night, and the sedan chairs had already been parked on the palace road outside the door, and the eunuchs who carried the sedan chairs lowered their eyebrows and were pleasing to the eye, no one dared to look into the house.

Ji Xuemian couldn't even stand on his own, the sedan chair was waiting outside, the sooner he could get there, the better.

Ji Xuemian recalled that Duan Qichi seemed to be drinking too much, if he looked down carefully, he could tell how strong the wine he drank was.

But he was in so much pain that he couldn't walk.

Comparing the two, it seems that Ji Xuemian is a little bit worse.

Ji Xuemian had no choice but to go all out, he hooked Duan Qichi's shoulder, and while there was no one around, begged him in a low voice, "Can you help me over there?"

Duan Qichi simply picked him up, "I wanted to hug you, but I was afraid that your thin skin would make people blush when they saw it. Don't worry."

Ji Xuemian had to lean on his back, her skin numb from the heat from his body.

When he was in southern Xinjiang, Ji Xuemian was suffering from Gu worms, Duan Qichi had helped him many times after all, now the feng shui turns, and it's his turn...

When Duan Qichi went out just now, he must have tried to solve his alcoholism by himself, but it obviously failed.

If he went to see Luo Guogong in this state, it would be extremely filthy and messy, and he appeared with Duan Qichi again, it would be shameless to see people. Luo Guogong had never seen any battle before, and he could see through it at a glance.

Ji Xuemian glanced at the airtight sedan chair, pursed her lips, and lowered her voice carefully as she was already close to his ear: "You said just now, how can this love wine be solved?"