The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Sister Mei hurriedly waved her hands, refusing to drink strong alcohol: "No way, sir, if you drink too much, you will be fined if you drink too much!"

Duan Qichi patted Ji Xuemian's shoulder, raised his handsome eyebrows, and said bluntly: "This master has money, so he pays for the fine."

Sister Mei still refused, shaking her head in fear, "No..."

Ji Xuemian glanced at Duan Qichi and stopped him, "Little friend, it's not a gentleman's job to disturb other people's interest."

Duan Qichi smiled, and he pushed the wine glass in front of Sister Mei to Ji Xuemian's hand, as if he had expected that Sister Mei would not drink it: "I never do such things as pouring women's wine, so I will trouble you to do it for me."

Ji Xuemian rolled her eyes, got up and wanted to leave, but Duan Qichi didn't stop her, but said calmly: "If you leave, she will be beaten."

Ji Xuemian stopped and frowned, "What do you mean?"

Duan Qichi raised his chin and gestured, "Didn't you see the light at the door?"

Sister Mei explained shyly: "You two can't go out this door after lighting my lamp. If you two are satisfied, I can raise the brand. If you two walk away, I will..."

Duan Qichi shook his fan again, and continued with a smile: "I was beaten to death by Mr. Gui."

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes, sighed, and sat down resignedly, "I'll just drink it."

This old bustard is a trap for people who don't know how to do it.

Duan Qichi wondered: "Although lighting a lamp is uncommon, it is not a rare way of betting. How come people who often visit brothels don't know?"

Ji Xuemian was a little embarrassed, and said coldly, "Didn't you say you want to drink?"

Duan Qichi tapped his glass lightly with the bottom of the glass, "Please."

One cup after another, the food on the round table was cold, Meijie started throwing things around when she drank too much, the table was a mess, and she fell asleep.

After drinking for three rounds, Ji Xuemian really wasn't drunk at all, his eyes were very clear.

Duan Qichi lifted the bottom of Ji Xuemian's cup with the rim of the cup, and said with a smile, "Ji Shoufu, we are the only ones left now. We punched just now, but you lost again. Drink."

Ji Xuemian was willing to admit defeat, leaned his neck, and forced another cup.

It's just that the cold lotus face was stained with a layer of crimson, Danfeng's eyes were half-closed, and the eyelashes kept trembling, thick and dense, covering the eyeballs long, very attractive.

Duan Qichi just looked at him so blatantly, and coaxed: "Si Ling, if you are willing to admit defeat, this game will be over."

Ji Xuemian couldn't hear the word "admit defeat" the most, since he was a child, and he hated Duan Qichi calling him small words.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and said without hesitation: "Come again."

So after a few strokes, Ji Xuemian couldn't drink any more, he was too drunk, his head was drooping, and he was drowsy, with a few strands of black hair hanging by his ears, and his ears were bright red.

Duan Qichi was used to teasing Ji Xuemian since he was a child, and now he has no guilt. He squeezed Ji Xuemian's full chin, and lifted up his rosy face.

Ji Xuemian's eyes were half-opened, in a daze, not knowing what Duan Qichi was doing.

Duan Qichi and the drunk had nothing to say, and said to himself: "Ji Xuemian, Ji Shoufu, how many secrets do you have?"

For Duan Qichi, Ji Xuemian had too many secrets, and he laid the foundation for him from the first day he entered the palace to study with him.

Obviously he is a noble son, with a tough face, but in fact he is a little bird that is often frightened.

Ji Xuemian was so drunk that he couldn't hear Duan Qichi's words at all, he just grasped Duan Qichi's hand vaguely, trying to push it away.

Duan Qichi stared at this pair of beautiful muscular hands, the skin was fair and attractive, and the blood vessels were bruised, as if they would burst if bitten.

The restlessness that had been suppressed for a long time in his heart was rekindled, and the person in front of him was Ji Xuemian, and he was not confused yet.

In front of him, Ji Xuemian, who was drunk, opened a small opening in the skirt of his black bamboo embroidered clothes, just peel it off lightly, and the doubts that Duan Qichi had pondered for several days will be revealed.

Duan Qichi considers himself an arrogant and ambitious prince, and looking at a man's chest is not a big deal.

But now is not the time, he doesn't want to peel Ji Xuemian like a bamboo shoot when he is drunk.

Ren Ji Xuemian slept for a while, Duan Qichi twisted Ji Xuemian's face very hard.

Ji Xuemian couldn't defend himself, opened his eyes suddenly, and slapped Duan Qichi's hand off.

He was completely awake, and he said angrily, "What are you doing, my lord?"

Duan Qichi raised his eyebrows and said: "I have military affairs, follow me back to the camp."

Ji Xuemian was annoyed, it was so dark, so late at night, where did the military affairs come from?

After finally leaving the barracks, Duan Qichi fulfilled his wish and ruined him, but Sister Mei got a promotion after sleeping all night.

The two rode back to the barracks. The barracks in front of them was full of smoke, and half of the tents were set on fire.

Seven or eight strong men holding machetes were tied up in the field, their upper bodies were bare, and their bodies were tied up with thick ropes. It looked like a camp they had set on fire.

Lin Yuan came up to meet him, "My lord, you are really clever! Not long after you and Mr. Ji left, these grandsons came to burn the camp. Now you can be regarded as alive!"

The two virtuous Wang Liangchen who had just finished visiting the brothel stood in front of the assassin with neither red nor pale faces.

The faces of the assassins all had traces of branding iron, and they were a familiar "spider". Ji Xuemian was startled, they turned out to be thugs rampaging around the capital.

These people have scarred faces, they look like desperadoes at first glance, "Spider" has always been instigated by others, probably wanting to take advantage of the absence of Ji Xuemian and Duan Qichi to take advantage of the opportunity to clean up Duan Qichi's army.

Duan Qichi pondered, "That's all?"

Lin Yuan said: "The rest are all dead."

Ji Xuemian didn't have a good face, pulled out his whip, and said in a serious tone, "Frankly, who told you to travel all the way to southern Xinjiang?"

Lan Shen, who was standing not far away, spat out, "You bastards, you bastards are used to running rampant in the capital, and you still want to make money in southern Xinjiang?"

The leading strong man didn't answer, but looked Ji Xuemian up and down, looking back and forth on his shiny silver whip.

The man licked his yellow teeth, and suddenly smiled: "I've heard about your name for a long time, but I've never met you before. How have you been doing, Mr. Si Ling?"

Hearing the man calling her small characters, Ji Xuemian's expression froze and she stared at the man, "Who are you?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Duan Qichi grabbed Ji Xuemian's whip, "Ji Shoufu, calm down!"

Ji Xuemian couldn't pull back the whip, and glared at Duan Qichi, "Let go!"

At this moment, Ji Xuemian didn't even care about his superiority or inferiority.

Si Ling is not only his character, but also the two characters engraved on the handle of the whip, and it is a nightmare that Ji Xuemian will never forget.

And when Ji Xuemian thought of that nightmare, he was terrified, and when he dreamed back at midnight, he was always in palpitations.

One summer night that year, a group of men with the same spider tattoos rushed into Ji's house and slaughtered a dozen servants, including Ji Xuemian's parents.

Ji Xuemian hadn't entered the Imperial Academy that year, and was about to enter the Imperial Academy the next day to study.

Ji Xuemian was tied up in his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the corpses of his father and mother lying in front of him, while he was stripped of his clothes and laid naked in the yard.

The young Ji Xuemian was not frightened and cried, although his whole body was shaking, he was surprisingly calm.

The men were going to kill Ji Xuemian, but they thought she was a pretty little girl, and wanted to rape/finish before killing, but they were stunned after stripping/dropping Ji Xuemian's obscene pants.

They first held Ji Xuemian who was struggling, and slapped him several times, until he was dizzy.

A man climbed onto Ji Xuemian's body, bit his face, and looked down at Ji Xuemian whose mouth was bleeding.

He said viciously: It's a pity to kill it, let's save it for the brothers to fuck.

The others roared with laughter and yelled loudly: "The boss comes first, the taste must be delicious!"fuck him!Ha ha ha ha!

Ji Xuemian never thought that her secret would be so insulted and watched by others one day.

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

Ji Xuemian looked up and saw a group of men taking off their clothes. At that time, Ji Xuemian was not thinking about death, nor was he expecting someone to save him. After all, no one would come.

He reluctantly revealed a shallow smile, staring at the man on him directly.

He said: You little coquette, you look so pretty.

Ji Xuemian nodded, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, wanting to hug the man's neck.

Unprepared, the man lowered his head.

Ji Xuemian's eyes were full of murderous intent, his long and slender fingers bent into claws, hooking into the veins of the man's neck like a ghost Shura, blood sprayed Ji Xuemian's face immediately.

Ji Xuemian's eyelashes were dripping with blood, he jumped up and picked up the scimitar thrown aside by the man.

With a knife in his hand, he killed a group of assassins who hadn't had time to escape.

Only one man ran away, his figure was thin and slim, like a black loach.

Ji Xuemian threw the knife away and sat on the ground.

He was stunned for a while, but finally couldn't help covering his face and crying.

No one knows that the Ji family has practiced martial arts for generations, and only the high-ranking and influential ones in the capital have followed Wen. However, the young son Ji Xuemian secretly worshiped a master of martial arts champion, and easily won the first prize in the martial arts competition among the princes of the aristocratic family. .

Now, he is the only one left in the Ji family.

The late emperor took pity on him, and Ji Xuemian went to the Imperial College. He has been looking for the escaped man for so many years, but to no avail.

This silver whip was the weapon they used to tie Ji Xuemian casually. Ji Xuemian carved his own words on it, and always carried the whip with him, making himself a living target.

Who else but that loach can know what words are engraved on this whip?

The strong men glanced at each other, and they all looked at Ji Xuemian with extremely obscene eyes.

A few people pretended to say, "I have followed all the way, brothers all know your story, that is a beautiful scenery that can only be dreamed of in our dreams, I really want to see it!"

Ji Xuemian frowned, with a chill gushing out, he said with a wave of killing intent, "Lan Shen, take my sword."

The strong men were not afraid, "My lord wants us to kill young master Si Ling, we can't bear it. What a pity!"

Ji Xuemian was trembling all over, the hand holding the whip trembled, "Shut up!"

The brawny man continued: "Master, you have been visiting brothels. You have a high position and authority, but have you ever had a girlfriend who wronged you? Why haven't you married a wife for so many years?"

He grinned, "You hid your secret so well that even the regent kept it from you. Let me tell you, you are not worthy to be the chief minister of a country with your body!"