The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

When Duan Qichi heard his words, his back froze all of a sudden, and the fingers holding his thigh trembled, "Si Ling, you..."

Ji Xuemian pursed her lips, she didn't know how to say it, it was strange, in the past/in court, he was always eloquent and invincible, but when it came to this kind of thing, he was ashamed to say a word.

There was no way, after Duan Qichi carried him onto the sedan chair, Ji Xuemian took his arm, Duan Qichi was pulled up by him, and without defense, he directly dragged him onto the sedan chair.

The sedan chair curtain fell, and the eunuchs lifted the sedan chair and walked steadily to Yannian Palace.

The distance between Guozijian and Yannian Palace almost spans the entire imperial palace. When the palace was built, students were not allowed to get too close to the center of imperial power and concentrate on their studies. Therefore, Guozijian and Yannian Palace, where the emperor lived, were in two directions.

Ji Xuemian couldn't help thinking how determined Xuan Wo was to come to the Imperial College from Yannian Palace to see him.

After he dragged Duan Qichi up, he felt embarrassed instead, and it was rare for him to take the initiative, and he didn't know how to speak.

It was Duan Qichi who saw through his thoughts, softened his heart, lowered his head and kissed his lips, and pried open his teeth to see that he didn't push himself away, but opened his mouth for the first time, letting him sweep around wantonly .

This kind of indulgence even gently hooked Duan Qichi's nape of the neck, inserted/inserted cold fingers into his hair, and gently combed his hair along the warm scalp.

Duan Qichi's brain thumped, and the blood all over his body was itchy, and he was even more reluctant to bully him. After kissing those two hot lips, he adjusted his breathing and coaxed him: "You don't need to help me, send Luo Guogong away, I will Just take a cold shower."

Ji Xuemian panted with a red face, and said in a low voice, "Alternating cold and heat, even a person who is not bad can get typhoid fever. I just want to repay your kindness for helping me in southern Xinjiang. Don't think too much about it."

But Duan Qichi couldn't let him help him, he was still sick, why was he so ignorant? "Why repay and not repay? There is no need to talk about this between you and me. You can sleep for a while, and it is enough for me to watch you."

"No." Although Ji Xuemian was cold and indifferent, he was also a person who was used to saying the same thing. He decided to help, firstly, to tell the truth, and secondly, he didn't want to be found and misunderstood.

Duan Qichi looked at his bright red and moist lips, entangled with a little Qingming, and asked him: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Ji Xuemian's chest was also heaving, "I know."

But Duan Qichi was rejecting him, which was inconceivable.

Besides... Duan Qichi has already rejected him, what is he still struggling with?

Ji Xuemian suddenly realized that he started to care about Duan Qichi's thoughts!

When did it start?

Ji Xuemian couldn't figure it out, it seemed that it happened so naturally, it was different from the kindness that protected him when he was a child.

Ever since Duan Qichi said that he would take care of him, Ji Xuemian's heart was inexplicably touched.

Therefore, Ji Xuemian's mood fluctuated and he coughed a few times.

An unknown panic confused Ji Xuemian's thoughts, and without realizing it, Duan Qichi got closer and closer, "You are so sick, I don't want you to be wronged."

Duan Qichi gently pinched his snow-white cheeks, it was clearly him who pinched, and Ji Xuemian who was pinched, but Ji Xuemian saw a gleam of water appearing in his eyes, and the ink-like eyes were getting more and more serious. more.

Ji Xuemian looked at him fixedly, her heart tightened.

Duan Qichi didn't say a word, as if he didn't realize his emotions, until a tear rolled down and stained his long eyelashes.

He couldn't be...afraid that he would die, right?

Ji Xuemian had no choice but to reach out and wipe away the tears on his face, "It's about Xuanwo, look at you, how old you are."

Duan Qichi finally came to his senses, lowered his head, and let out a deep smile, "The wind is blinding your eyes. Why are you so preoccupied?"

It was the first time Ji Xuemian saw Duan Qichi cry.

Ji Xuemian is not a person who likes to hesitate, when he saw Duan Qichi restless and cautious because he was worried about him, an inexplicable distress disturbed his mood.

Like the little black cat he had raised since he was a child, he was so proud that he would not get angry if he ignored it, but once he fiddled with his chin, he immediately rolled over and begged for a hug, revealing his true nature.

or……

If he must take care of himself, let him take care of it.

Anyway, be careful, don't let the eyeliner in the capital find out that he is pregnant with Duan Qichi's child, and when the month is old, just find an excuse to go back to his hometown in the northwest to give birth to the child.

Don't let this domineering regent find out, or else he will go crazy and dismiss him from office, which will be a real headache.

Ji Xuemian subconsciously said, "I'm thinking of you."

Duan Qi raised his head slowly.

He couldn't believe his ears, Ji Xuemian said...he was thinking about himself?

That was Ji Xuemian, the chief assistant who was as indifferent and ascetic as an iceberg, at most he only smiled at him, but just now he said... the word "want"?

Duan Qichi's tears were still in his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up, looking funny and funny.

He knew that he looked a bit embarrassed, and while he was worried about his illness, he was made sour and sweet by his light words.

Duan Qichi could only lower his head, chewing over and over again the broken love in his heart.

"Let me help you." Ji Xuemian made up his mind and would not allow him to refuse.

He straddled Duan Qichi's lap, and couldn't help but untie his skirt.

Duan Qichi pressed his hand, laughed softly, lowered his eyes, then he lifted his eyelids lightly, looked at Ji Xuemian from top to bottom, his eyes were full of unbearable heat waves, "Si Ling, I really don't need..."

"Don't talk." Ji Xuemian couldn't help it.

He tied Duan Qichi's eyes with his own hair tie, and wrapped it around the back of his head, covering his sight, "Don't look at me."

Unable to see Ji Xuemian's face, Duan Qichi felt him support his shoulders, guessing that those phoenix eyes that always cry at this time must be crying again, so he couldn't help asking him: "Have you..."

Ji Xuemian didn't want to answer him, and didn't want others to hear what he said, so she blushed and kissed his lips, not allowing him to speak any more.

Duan Qichi was kissed by him, although he didn't seem to be very good at kissing, just dawdled lightly, but a monstrous flame was ignited in Duan Qichi's heart.

He took Ji Xuemian's hand, his thin and powerful palm was covered with cold sweat, and his thin fingertips were trembling, as soon as he touched Duan Qichi's skin, he flinched.

Then he held that hand again, allowing the insane temperature to pass back and forth between their blood.

The sedan chair bumped all the way, and it felt like it took a long time before the light of the lanterns came out slightly outside the curtain.

"Si Ling, you... It's the first time I know that you are so domineering." Duan Qichi kissed his lips, and tied the left and right clothes for him.

He kept kissing Ji Xuemian until his face turned red like a cherry, then put his arms around his waist, buried his head in his gradually warming neck for a moment, then raised his head and asked him: "But are you tired?"

Ji Xuemian was still sitting on him, no matter how strong she was, she had to force herself to get down, but her knees were still not close together, so she almost fell down.

Duan Qichi helped him to sit down, and he blushed and said frankly: "Some...you've been too long."

Duan Qichi squatted down, put his feet on his knees, massaged his legs, and mumbled, "I'm sorry, I will pay attention next time."

"Do you want to drink again?" Ji Xuemian's forehead was blushing, and his eyes were even redder, "I'm telling you something, listen carefully."

"Tell me." Duan Qichi responded, massaging him with firm palms, those two slender and white legs were profusely powdered, very dazzling.

Ji Xuemian felt uncomfortable and could only step on his collarbone.

He squinted his eyes halfway, a few strands of hair were still stuck to the corners of his crimson eyes, and the jet-black black hair was long and thin, and spread on both sides of his thin and ribbed hip bones.

Duan Qichi's palms had a few strokes that were neither light nor heavy.

Ji Xuemian frowned, "Be gentle."

The small curtain on one side of the sedan chair was blown open, and a ray of cold moonlight came in, hitting Ji Xuemian's skin, forming large patches of soft halo, in the pitch-black sedan chair, it was so white that Duan Qichi's eyes were dizzy.

Ji Xuemian closed his eyes, the sedan chair was too hot, he didn't feel cold at all.

Duan Qichi has also returned to normal, he can't tell what happened at all, but there is a hint of veiled madness in his expression.

But it is completely hidden under the obvious distress.

After Duan Qichi carefully waited on him to get dressed, he held down the small curtain to prevent it from getting in the wind.

Ji Xuemian stopped him, her ears turned red, "Open it, release the smell..."

That's right, the smell of heather in this sedan chair is too strong, if you don't let it out, you might as well smash it.

Speaking of which, if Ji Xuemian hadn't been lying beside his ear to beg, Duan Qichi would have been sitting there like a wooden stake, not moving much, would he really be treating him like a broken porcelain vase?

Ji Xuemian felt sorry for deceiving Duan Qichi that he was going to die.

In fact, his illness was originally a chronic depression, so he couldn't rush it for a while. He is much better now, and he can maintain it by continuing to drink medicine. If it wasn't for Xuanwo's troubles, he wouldn't be angry again. Duan Qichi stared at him .

Duan Qichi not only believed it, but also cried in front of him, really...

Ji Xuemian couldn't help laughing.

Duan Qichi immediately noticed his smile, and couldn't understand: "Si Ling, what are you laughing at?"

Immediately afterwards, he became even more nervous, "Where does it hurt again? Don't scare me."

"It's nothing, it's just a cough." Ji Xuemian opened his eyes and said nonsense, and continued to tell him: "I'll see Duke Luo later, don't make things difficult for Xuanwo and Alan, and leave the talking to me."

"This king, the regent, is too weak. Could it be that you just watched those two brats get mad at you and didn't say a word?" Duan Qichi seemed very distressed.

Ji Xuemian helped Fu Fu's eyes, and cast a glance at him: "Then how can you promise me, my lord?"

Duan Qichi blurted out: "Let Lingyin tidy up a wing for me in Xuanqing Palace, I want to live with you."

Ji Xuemian ruthlessly exposed him: "Your Highness has already made up his mind, right?"

Duan Qichi smiled shamelessly and nodded, just as the sedan chair arrived at the Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests, he quickly kissed Ji Xuemian, "I can't help you get off the sedan chair, you take care of yourself."

Ji Xuemian nodded slightly, Duan Qichi got up and opened the curtain, the court ladies and eunuchs immediately knelt down on the ground and shouted, "Your Majesty the Regent is welcome, you are here!"

Zhao Yu panicked: "Duke Luo is already waiting inside, the Regent is in a hurry to come down, have you ever seen Ji Shoufu's sedan chair?"

Duan Qichi's expression was as usual, even the hem of his clothes was meticulous, his voice was calm and calm, and he said, "Ji Shoufu will arrive soon, let me take me in first."

A series of footsteps hurriedly led Duan Qichi into the palace gate, Ji Xuemian combed her hair slowly and tied it up again.

At this time, he keenly heard the footsteps of several people not far away.

"It's Prince Rui who has come down!"

"Why did His Highness Prince Rui come?"

"I don't know, my God, tell the emperor quickly!"

When Ji Xuemian heard this, he thought it through.

Xuan Yi and Duan Qichi confronted each other, he poured wine for Duan Qichi, Duan Qichi would definitely drink it with the empress at the banquet, and he waited for Duan Qichi to take the bait.

If Duan Qichi really finds someone to vent his desires on, then it will be in Xuan Yi's arms. Xuan Yi can buy that court lady, weave a child out, and control the regent will be a matter of course.

Such tricks are very common in the court, and they are easy to use.It's just that Xuan Yi didn't expect that Xuan Wo would refuse to sleep with the Queen, making a big disturbance in the harem, which disrupted his plan by accident.

I'm afraid Xuan Yi will be suspicious when he sees Duan Qichi back to normal.If you look back again, you will definitely not be able to find the "maid".

Ji Xuemian looked cold and lonely, half opened the small curtain, silently watching the sedan chair getting closer.

His original purpose was to prevent Duan Qichi from making a fool of himself in front of Luo Guogong, but he didn't realize that Xuan Yi had also tricked him into it.

However, Xuan Yi couldn't find the "maid" even if he killed him. His plan to kill the regent missed the most critical move after all.

Ji Xuemian untimely thought of the unformed baby in his womb, and gently put his hands together.

The entanglement in his heart was about to become a mess. First, he couldn't let the child lose a father as soon as he was born; second, he couldn't let the child be born in the capital; third, he couldn't tell anyone about the pregnancy.

He couldn't let Duan Qi die late.

He had to deal with Xuan Yi, Xuan Wo, and Duan Qichi, delicately maintaining the balance between them, and at the same time, he had to stand at the head of the officials, be the chief assistant and emperor's teacher handpicked by the former emperor, and stand aloft.

He wants to be a loyal minister.

Ji Xuemian got off the sedan chair and was meeting Xuan Yi face to face.

Ji Xuemian bowed respectfully, "His Royal Highness Prince Rui."

Xuan Yi was deep and unpredictable, and he also returned the gift: "Master Chief Assistant, please."

In the main hall of Yannian Palace, Duan Qichi personally helped Luo Guogong, looked at the old man with a gloomy face, and taught Alan a lesson.

"Why are you crying? With your father here to support you, you don't have to be afraid of anything. Just speak up, what did the emperor do to you?"

Duan Qichi lowered his head and blew his tea. It was rare for him to sit on the same side as Xuan Wo. He obviously planned to help this cheap nephew.

Xuan Wo grimaced and remained silent until Ji Xuemian and Xuan Yi walked in at the same time.

He threw himself on Ji Xuemian and hugged his waist tightly: "Teacher!"

Ji Xuemian endured the sore legs and the slightly painful stomach, and gently patted Xuanwo's back, "Okay."

When he raised his eyes, Duan Qichi was staring at the two of them with inexplicable jealousy.

Xuan Yi walked up to Lord Luo and comforted the old minister in a low voice.

Ji Xuemian realized in her heart that what happened tonight might cause a big commotion.