The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

The Prince Regent's Mansion was renovated in the center of Fang City, the capital city. The mansion was magnificent. It used to be one of the palaces built by the ancestor emperors, and was later occupied by the Prince Regent as a mansion.

The pavilions and pavilions in the palace are full of grandeur, and a straight road leads to the main hall, which can be seen, and after that, it is a forbidden place where ordinary people can set foot.

Ji Xuemian was carried to the yard by him, and she blinked, "Let me down when you've had enough trouble."

Duan Qichi walked all the way, blew some autumn wind, rubbed the eyebrows, "What did Xuan Yi tell you? After talking for so long, is it possible that the restaurant really needs to be demolished?"

"It's not important, if you tear it down, I won't have to go anymore." Ji Xuemian kept it a secret and didn't plan to tell him.

There was a swing hanging from an iron lock in the yard. Ji Xuemian sat on the swing by the way and swayed slowly. Duan Qi slowly walked over to push him, and the swing flew higher and higher. Ji Xuemian thought it was very interesting.

The old butler called Sun Gui, and hurried over, "My lord, you are back. The Library Pavilion was attacked by thieves last night, and someone stole the Frost Falling Picture you painted yourself!"

Duan Qichi didn't stop moving, he seemed to be stiff for a moment, and after a long time, he asked nonchalantly, "Only this one was stolen?"

Ji Xuemian heard the wind of the swing, wondering: "Are there many pictures? Frost Falling... It seems that I have never heard of any famous work."

Sun Gui still didn't dare to look at Ji Xuemian, and even lowered his head when Ji Xuemian mentioned Shuangluotu, his gray hair trembling, "My lord, those are twelve paintings of four seasons a year, stolen The one I left was a winter scene, the one Wang Ye painted for the longest time..."

"Sun Gui." Duan Qichi stopped him without haste, "Go down."

But Ji Xuemian became interested, got down from the swing, half-closed his smile, and asked him kindly: "Uncle Sun, can you take me to see what is called Shuangluo Tu? Since it is the work of the prince, it is natural to watch it."

"No, you should go back to the palace first." Duan Qichi was straightforward and started to chase him away, even when Ji Xuemian tried to pull his sleeve, he threw it away.

"Huh?" The more he was like this, the more curious Ji Xuemian became, and raised his eyebrows: "My lord, seriously? If I leave, maybe I won't come tomorrow night."

"If you don't dare to come, I'll grab you." Duan Qichi still didn't sober up, he turned around a little staggeringly, and told Sun Gui: "Send Ji Shoufu back to the palace first."

Sun Gui was also an individual, so he hurriedly bowed: "Ji Shoufu, please."

Ji Xuemian looked at his back, and didn't force her, but she had another idea in her mind, the wall of the Prince Regent's Mansion was high, and it wasn't impossible to jump over it.

Sun Gui sent him out, but was stopped by Ji Xuemian, his words were righteous and dignified: "Uncle Sun, does your lord not like this picture?"

"Like it? Why don't you like it? The prince has to watch it every night before he leaves Beijing! Sometimes he reads it several times!" Sun Gui was anxious.

Ji Xuemian stood at the gate and looked in. A plaque with the words "Zangshuge" was hanging not far away. It was painted in vermilion, and the gate was half-hidden: "My lord has entered again? What is the painting so beautiful?" Jing, so obsessed with it, it's really stingy, and I don't want to share it with my subordinates."

Sun Gui smiled wryly: "Then who knows? What is the painting... How can a servant dare to tell if the prince doesn't give orders? Ji Shoufu, don't ask, just go."

Ji Xuemian got up slowly, took out the long whip around his waist, and waved it a few times in front of Sun Gui, "Don't you know..."

Sun Gui knelt down with a plop, thinking that Ji Xuemian was going to beat him up, "Hey, this old slave really doesn't know, the prince only entered the Library Pavilion after two o'clock, and he stayed overnight. How did he enter so early today? Who knows? Ah! Don't embarrass the old slave, how many years can this old bone live?"

It turned out to be the second watch.

Ji Xuemian simply put away the whip, and said in a cold voice, "Could it be that the prince misses people when he sees paintings?"

Sun Gui shuddered: "Think...Think about people, don't dare to say, our lord's mother is missing, but the lord has never mentioned it!"

Ji Xuemian nodded in satisfaction, since he explained everything, let's wait until the second watch to find out.

Ji Xuemian glanced at the strict guards at the Prince Regent's Mansion, squinted his eyes, and flew away without worry.

Sun Gui raised his head again, startled, where is that cool and good-looking chief assistant?Look at that shelf is a sick man, how come he walks so fast and disappears in a while?

In a flash, it was the second watch.

Duan Xichi pushed open the door of Zangshuge's study room, and as usual, he was looking at the paintings all over the room.

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, there are three paintings in one season, and there is only one person in the painting. Even after a long time, it has been preserved very well, and the white rice paper has not turned yellow at all.

Some of the people in the painting have crooked eyebrows, some have petals on their clothes, some are hugging a cat, lying on the bed of a beauty and sleeping soundly, some are wearing autumn clothes, looking at the red mountains all over the place.

The man was tall and handsome, his brows and eyes were as cold as heaven and man, and his pair of red and phoenix eyes were always high and inviolable.

It was Ji Xuemian.

It's a pity that the winter one is missing. Zhang Ji Xuemian is sitting under the winter plums, holding a wine glass and drinking alone to the moon, but the other side of the table is empty.

Duan Qichi didn't add himself, because Ji Xuemian didn't necessarily want to have a drink with him.

The fear of driving Ji Xuemian away today is that he will see him, and he will not be able to explain it at that time, and it will probably make him feel very troubled, what will he do if he gets angry.

"My lord, it's too bad, there's an assassin!" The guard broke into the library, panting, "We didn't catch him, he went to your bedroom, and even grabbed a spider and threw it on our faces, it's so hateful! "

Duan Qichi pondered for a moment, and decided to take a look, "Let's go."

He ordered someone to blow out the candles, and as soon as he left the door of the library, Ji Xuemian slipped in through the window.

It was very easy, if it wasn't for the fact that the spiders were not only hard to catch but also poisonous, Ji Xuemian would not have succeeded so easily.

He remembered clearly that this was the room where the wax was lit just now, and it was pitch black at the moment, and if he was not careful, he would knock over something, Ji Xuemian groped lightly.

He secretly thought, it seems that he does have the talent to be an assassin, this study is really neat, there is a painting hanging on the wall not far away, it is the painting that Sun Gui said.

Ji Xuemian moved closer to see what was in the painting, and when he looked at it carefully, his heartstrings were suddenly twitched.

It's him.

It's all about him.

In addition to the big ones, there are also small manuscripts, and the days of painting... Counting carefully, it has been ten years.

There are some scenes that he actually did, but no one should have seen them at that time...

For example, Ji Xuemian sat in the imperial garden looking at the moon with a lonely expression, it was the first quarter moon, he remembered it clearly.

Ji Xuemian suddenly remembered that the first night he and Duan Qichi spent together in southern Xinjiang was also like that.

Ji Xuemian suddenly felt that it was not good for him to sneak into Duan Qichi's study like this.

He was about to leave, when there was a familiar sound of footsteps outside the door, Ji Xuemian hurriedly hid behind the bookshelf, the door was pushed open at the same time, and a lantern illuminated the entire Library Pavilion.

Duan Qichi didn't feel anything unusual, so he hung the lantern on the wall, sat down by himself, and was about to write, but paused.

There is someone in this room, does it smell...

Duan Qichi lowered his eyes and smiled imperceptibly.

Originally the one who was at fault was himself, secretly thinking about Mr. Shoufu, it was against ethics.Now that the feng shui is turning, Mr. Shoufu has also learned to sneak into other people's rooms.

Duan Qichi decided not to say a word, and let him throw himself into the trap.

Ji Xuemian hid behind the bookshelf and held his breath, only to hear the person in front of him put down his pen in silence, and then he heard the sound of unspeakable breathing after the sound of all the clothes being opened.

He was calling his own name, self-blasphemy.

Ji Xuemian knew right away that Duan Qichi was deliberately forcing him to say something rambunctious.

"Si Ling, Ji Si Ling..."

"I miss you……"

"I want you……"

Ji Xuemian's mind roared, and he nearly overturned the bookshelf in anger.

"Congratulations, I lost." Ji Xuemian paced out from behind and looked at him bitterly until his eyes turned downward, and his face immediately turned red.

Sure enough, when I saw it at other times, I would feel it was exaggerated.

"I thought you wouldn't come out tonight." Duan Qichi laughed, his eyebrows were as bright as lanterns, gorgeous and luxurious.

With such a handsome face, doing such a shameful thing, and calling my own name...

Ji Xuemian couldn't take it anymore, he walked over and pulled Duan Qichi up from the chair, Duan Qichi lazily let him pull it back and forth, threw it against the wall, tilted his head, and looked at him with a half-smile.

Ji Xuemian felt that he was in good spirits, and the distance between him and himself was only as thin as a piece of clothing, so he immediately wanted to take a step back.

Who knew that when Duan Qichi slapped him, tightened him, and didn't let him go, Ji Xuemian's clothes were wet, and he hit him directly, "Loosen it!"

Duan Qichi smiled nastyly, "Who let you sneak into my room? Did I let you in? You just want to come out after you get in, and you don't ask my opinion?"

"Then when you...did you ask my opinion?" Ji Xuemian was not convinced.

"Then let me ask you," Duan Qichi leaned closer to his ear, "it's already here, why don't you help me?"

As he said that, Ji Xuemian's palm guided Ji Xuemian's hand, and grabbed it all the way down, "It's waiting for your apology."

Ji Xuemian was imprisoned by him, unable to dodge, her knuckles were sore, she retorted: "You draw so many...what are you doing!"

Duan Qichi sighed, and Ji Xuemian firmly felt that he shouldn't have said this.

Because his hands are more sore.

Duan Qi said slowly: "Don't do anything, if you don't like it, I'll put it away, and if you don't read it again, it's okay?"

Ji Xuemian didn't mean to be so unreasonable, "Didn't you say... there is a picture of Shuangluo missing?"

Duan Qichi was startled: "What do you mean?"

Ji Xuemian blushed, and gritted her teeth, "Tomorrow night, I will help you draw, you have to promise me one thing."

Duan Qi raised the corners of his lips slowly: "Say it."

Ji Xuemian made up his mind, closed his eyes, and asked him too much: "I will go to the imperial mausoleum with Xuan Wo tomorrow, and you will go too."

Duan Qichi was silent for a long time, "Okay."

Ji Xuemian knew that he was making things difficult for others, if Duan Qichi was really the late emperor's child, he should go to the imperial mausoleum to see it, so that after a hundred years he would not lose his number.

Even if he is not, just the regent, he still has to put on a show to see.

Ji Xuemian didn't ask Duan Qichi to open up to him now, he could take his time.

But Ji Xuemian suddenly couldn't bear Duan Qichi's injured expression.

He closed his eyes, kissed the corner of Duan Qichi's lips, and said another way: "I just want... you to accompany me."

He didn't know if Duan Qichi was suspicious, but he hugged him even tighter, and extinguished the lantern with a hand knife. In the darkness, he whispered: "It's not over yet, come again."

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