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After a night of absurdity, the next day, Ji Xuemian and Duan Qichi came out from the Prince Regent's Mansion and saw the streets full of people rushing to the mid-autumn festival.

Duan Qichi had promised well last night, but today he wanted to regret not going to the imperial mausoleum, but after being dismissed by Ji Xuemian, he angrily kissed a string of red marks on the side of his neck, and Ji Xuemian almost missed the roof with him.

Therefore, since the two of them entered the palace, they put on a cold face, so that no one dared to talk to them. The eunuchs and maids huddled together, for fear of offending the two living ancestors, they were told to accompany the late emperor.

Went to the imperial mausoleum, stood in front of the stele, Duan Qichi did not worship, Xuanwo and Xuanyi stood far away, and did not dare to pick his thorns, until all the ceremonies were completed, Duan Qichi remained lukewarm .

After leaving the imperial mausoleum, Ji Xuemian was going to Dali Temple to meet Zhao Xuanlang and the living "spider".

"Spider" refused to say anything, and Zhao Xuanlang also had a headache, and he was thinking about being sentenced, because he was afraid that the punishment would be too severe and he would die.

Ji Xuemian lowered her eyes, and said coldly, "Didn't you kill fifteen members of Liu Yuanwai's family in the capital a few days ago, are you afraid of punishment?"

The spider grinned: "I'm not afraid of punishment, but I'm afraid of Ji Shoufu, who is so weak. If he is sentenced one day, he won't die right away?"

Zhao Xuanlang was startled, and clapped the case: "Presumptuous! What nonsense are you talking about? Come, give me a slap!"

Ji Xuemian didn't have any thoughts, and she wasn't even angry, she kept holding her stomach with her hands, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

Zhao Xuanlang felt something was wrong when Ji Xuemian entered Dali Temple. He seemed to be disgusted by the smell of prison guards. From time to time, he frowned, rubbed his lower abdomen, and even touched a few acupuncture points on himself, which seemed to block his sense of smell.

There is no special smell in this place, but the smell of blood is a bit heavy. Ji Xuemian, whose martial arts can catch up with the champion of martial arts, is still disgusted by blood?

Zhao Xuanlang joked: "Lord Shoufu, after only a few days back in Beijing, he is becoming more and more delicate, and he will have to go to the prison in the future. Is this unbearable?"

Ji Xuemian stood up, and said, "Try well, if you can't pry anything out, half of your salary for this month will be fined."

Zhao Xuanlang is about to lose half of his money because of this joke, and he can't wait to hug Ji Xuemian's thigh and beg to let him go.

But Ji Xuemian walked quickly, walked out of Dali Temple in one breath, couldn't hold on any longer, he kept panting while holding on to the pillar, the pain made his eyes turn black, and he almost fell to his knees.

It's always like this these days, it hurts at every turn, and I feel dizzy, it will be fine after a while, it's just that the rotten smell in the prison is too strong.

Ji Xuemian returned to Ji's mansion following his memory, the former residence in front of him was the same as before, the mansion was empty, and all the servants were sent home by him for vacation, he opened the door and went back to his own room.

The furnishings have not been touched at all, Ji Xuemian went to the attic, and found two jade pendants from the small wooden box inside.

Ji Xuemian clutched the jade pendant that was so darn handy, and put it in the skirt of his inner bosom.

He and Duan Qichi got angry, since they promised him, they wanted to give him some token of love, and they couldn't show something real, so how could it catch his eyes?

What's more, I promised that person to draw a picture tonight, and I don't know how to be bullied by him...

Ji Xuemian regretted being drunk by Duan Qichi, and promised him so much on a whim, and now he couldn't escape.

At night, Ji Xuemian still knocked on the door knocker of the Prince Regent's Mansion, and just after knocking, Uncle Gui hurriedly opened the door and welcomed Ji Xuemian in like an ancestor.

Ji Xuemian was surprised, "Your prince was bitten by a dog?"

Uncle Gui was so anxious that he almost bit his tongue: "Don't mention it, the prince insisted on making moon cakes, which set the kitchen on fire. Go and persuade him to stop wasting things!"

When Uncle Gui coaxed and persuaded Ji Xuemian to go to the kitchen, he saw Duan Qichi put a plate on the table, and there were all kinds of mooncakes on it, not only strange in shape, but probably not very good in taste.

Duan Qichi knew that Ji Xuemian was angry with him, so he brazenly hugged him over, "Si Ling, today is the holiday, I made it myself, come and taste it?"

Ji Xuemian didn't even want to look at it, "I don't want to taste it."

"It's okay if you don't taste it, how about we make a bet?" Duan Qichi didn't force it.

Ji Xuemian nodded, "Go ahead."

Duan Qichi waved his folding fan with a smile on his face: "I'll sell it, if I sell one, you owe me a promise, dare you?"

"Why don't you dare? As long as you wear a veil, don't let anyone recognize your identity, and you can still sell it, I will admit defeat." Ji Xuemian is very confident that Duan Qichi will not be able to sell any of them.

"Just do it."

A quarter of an hour later, the moonlight was getting brighter, people were coming and going, Duan Qichi was sitting behind the stall, wearing a veil, shaking the jade fracture fan, and no one was in a hurry to buy.

He is so leisurely, causing the girls who are picking up lanterns and guessing lantern riddles to turn their heads to look at him, whispering, this young man has beautiful eyes, how could he be so stupid?This mooncake is so ugly, who would buy it?

Ji Xuemian was surprised. Sitting in the tea stall drinking tea, watching for a long time, he felt a little unbearable.

So he fell into the trap of that person unconsciously, walked over, picked up a piece, and took a bite.

It's not bad.

What Duan Qichi was waiting for was him throwing himself into a trap, he didn't even want to sell it, as long as Ji Xuemian was willing to praise him, he would win...

Duan Qichi's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, Ji Xuemian just took a bite, put it down, and clapped his hands, "It's delicious, I won't buy it."

After finishing speaking, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, he walked towards the crowd with his hands behind his back.

Duan Qichi didn't even want the stall, got up and chased after him, knowing that he had seen through his thoughts, he smiled more freely, and didn't care about others looking at him, he put his arm around Ji Xuemian's waist, while waving his fan, really like a flirtatious prince .

The two of them walked to Lantern Riddle Street, and Duan Qichi and Ji Xuemian competed in who could guess more. The speed was so fast that more and more onlookers cheered.

The lamp seller came up and said, "My lords, buy a lamp. Find a lady you like and give it to her during the holidays. Write some love poems in it, and keep her happy!"

Duan Qichi looked at Ji Xuemian with a smile, "My favorite little lady? He might not be happy about writing love poems, but if he wrote a few sentences praising him for his high martial arts skills and talent, he might like it."

The peddler was also surprised, "Then your girl is really extraordinary, she is a hero among women! Where is this young master?"

Ji Xuemian didn't say a word, the peddler rubbed his nose and knew that this was an unreasonable and cold man, so he accepted Duan Qichi's money and happily handed over his pen.

Duan Qichi naturally didn't give in. Although he was the regent who led the army to fight, he was also well-educated. He wrote a few lines of engraved small characters in a neat and simple manner, and there was no signature. Son, tell me, will my little lady like it?"

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes, flicked the pen, her cheeks were slightly red, "I don't know."

I saw Ji Xuemian wrote a note and put it into the lamp, before Duan Qichi took it out to take a look, Ji Xuemian let go of his hand and let the lamp fly into the sky.

It was impossible to catch him anyway, Duan Qichi held the lamp, and when he looked up again, Ji Xuemian had long since disappeared, only a white skirt remained, Duan Qichi chased after him with a smile.

Ji Xuemian walked to a riverside where lanterns were placed, and Duan Qichi behind him pushed him up, hugged him, sniffed his ears, and his voice shook his eardrums: "I'm running so fast, what if I lose it? Don't you want to return tonight?" Want to draw a picture for me, don't count?"

The river is full of lanterns, one after another, some are lotus flowers with blooming petals, some are small animals, carrying sesame oil, rippling in the water waves, drifting farther and farther.

The light of the river lantern was very bright, seeing Ji Xuemian looking at the lantern in rapt attention, she bit his earlobe, a little dissatisfied: "What did you write just now that you didn't want me to read?"

Ji Xuemian came back to his senses, "It's nothing."

He took Duan Qichi's lantern and looked at the poems:

Tongxia has been flying Qiongzi for a long time, who is on her side.On whose side is the person, Yu Qingmian will not sleep tonight.

The incense sticks are extinguished in the cold, and the autumn is counting quietly.Counting the autumn quietly, and mistakenly expecting the end of the string.

Tonight is Zhongqiu, this poem is lingering and yearning...it's just right.

Ji Xuemian memorized it silently, let go, and let the lamp fly.

Duan Qichi didn't let him go, insisted on asking him what note Ji Xuemian wrote, but Ji Xuemian didn't answer, just went back to the palace like that, Duan Qichi dragged him to Zangshu Pavilion, where he spread the rice paper for him.

Ji Xuemian just drew, but the winter scene is really easy to draw... If Duan Qichi didn't focus on making trouble, he would have drawn faster.

"Little lady, if you don't paint more quickly, you won't be able to watch the moon."

"You ate my mooncakes, so you'll have to drink an extra glass of osmanthus wine from me later."

Being pestered by him like this, Ji Xuemian finally finished the painting, Duan Qichi admired the painting and asked someone to frame it.

After leaving the library, sitting in the pavilion watching the moon, Duan Qichi still hasn’t forgotten about the note, the yard is empty, and the servants in the palace are knowledgeable, perhaps they know that the prince of his family has been thinking about such a person for so many years. It's easy to bring it back to the palace, but you don't like it so much, who dares to go forward to make you feel uncomfortable?

Seeing no one around, Ji Xuemian took a sip of sweet-scented osmanthus wine slowly, it was sweet, smooth and delicious, not rushing at all, so she drank more, who knew that her whole body became hot and warmed the cool blood vessels , very comfortable.

There were flower vines planted in the yard, Ji Xuemian walked over, admiring the flowers, the moon, and the wind, he was in a very happy mood, looking back, looking at Duan Qichi with bright eyes, he seemed a little drunk.

"Are you asking me what was written on that note?" Ji Xuemian saw him getting closer and closer, sweet osmanthus flowers seemed to be in her throat, half-closed her eyes, being hugged by Duan Qichi, her chest pressed against him, feeling him The warmth, could not help getting closer.

Duan Qichi knew that he was drunk and was getting dizzy from this rare ease, so his tone became gentle: "I want to know, you tell me."

"I can't tell you, it's a secret." Ji Xuemian seemed to be teasing him, her usually indifferent eyes smiled brightly, she snuggled into his arms, quite drunk.

Duan Qichi's eyes were dark, "Do you remember what you promised me?" The man in his arms had a good memory, so he said softly, "Yes, what do you want?"

Duan Qichi only looked at his smile, and when his eyes were dazzled, he heard his own voice hoarse: "I want you."

"Okay, I'll give it." Ji Xuemian agreed without thinking, he even raised his hand to hook Duan Qichi and bent down, "You take it..."

Duan Qichi bowed his head and kissed him, unlike the previous light kisses, this time he used a little more strength, with a bit of fierce and domineering possessiveness, squandering warmth in his mouth, forcing Ji Xuemian to indulge him even more, blushing Being kissed endlessly by him.

The petals of the flower vines were knocked off by them, and they scattered all over the ground. The sound of water entanglement was extremely loud in the courtyard, but at this moment, he couldn't care about anything else. Duan Qichi kissed him along the open front of his clothes, and asked him, "Would you like to write?" Is... whose name is it?"

Duan Qichi was suddenly afraid of his answer, if Ji Xuemian wrote something else...it would be normal.With such thoughts in mind, Duan Qichi concentrated on flattering him until Ji Xuemian let out an exclamation and trembled slightly, and he knew it was right. He raised his head to see his beautiful and intoxicated Danfeng eyes, but he was looking at him, very addicted: "Yes. .”

"Whose...?" Seeing that he didn't refuse, Duan Xichi pushed even further. His clothes slipped off Ji Xuemian's shoulders, and he couldn't help hugging Duan Qichi's neck tightly. Large patches of skin were burning pink, drunk like a puddle of water, Duan Qichi lowered his head. With a low smile, "If you don't tell me, I'll stop here."

Ji Xuemian couldn't stand being tortured so much by him, she opened her eyes, not wanting to be seen their overlapping figures, she licked her thin pan, her eyes were watery, affectionate and affectionate, her normally cold eyes became vivid and affectionate, at this moment But he was very dissatisfied with Duan Qichi's excessive behavior, and only heard his own voice say: "Don't go outside..."

"But I heard that the feeling outside is very different. Do you want to try it, huh?" With a teasing ending, a blooming flower exploded in Ji Xuemian's ear, and when he smiled like this, her heart beat wildly. Terrible, swallowed his throat, "Go back...I'll tell you."

"You said it, don't go back on it." Duan Qichi smiled even more happily, the petals fell on his shoulders, and he was as elegant as a person who fell in the middle of the moon.

Before entering the door of the wing room, Ji Xuemian's clothes were torn off by him, both of them's eyes were burned red, and before they even got to the couch, they couldn't wait to get entangled.

Ji Xuemian just hung up his clothes, and rolled with Duan Qichi, and heard Duan Qichi tease him: "Now tell me, my lord Shoufu?"

Ji Xuemian was hugged by him and propped on his shoulders, smiling with her phoenix eyes that were no longer clear, as if she didn't care about ministers or kings, facing Duan Qichi's smiling and cheerful eyes, "You No one bought the mooncakes I made, and I won the show, so it’s a balance between the two?”

"You're really cunning, as expected of you, Si Ling." Duan Qichi turned to flatter him, and a faint smile appeared on his face. Seeing Ji Xuemian smile so many times tonight, Duan Qichi was like a fledgling young man, neither serious nor serious, "Then Si Ling should do what he says, right? Tell me, whose name is written? You tell me, and I won't ask any more."

"You... that's too much... I say it's not enough?" Ji Xuemian leaned close to his ear, her breath was not smooth, and the breath she exhaled turned into a prairie fire. Lost, unable to speak a complete sentence.

"Answer me, huh? Don't try to escape..." Duan Qichi kissed every inch of him bitterly, if he moved faster when setting off the lamp, he would know who he was writing about...

"Did I write it..." Ji Xuemian's eyes were fragile, but he couldn't stop laughing, in a good mood, "Guess who it is, it's who it is..."

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