The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

The regent had a gloomy face and said nothing, and the glazed lamp was shining brightly on him, making his murderous aura even heavier. He slowly put down the cup, threw it casually, and smashed it to pieces as if accidentally.

The pieces of broken porcelain fell to the face of the apron on the ground, and the apron was stained with Mr. Xue's blood, no one dared to go there to take it, and all stood up with their hands tied, lowered their heads, trembling, not daring to make a sound.

But Zhao Yu shouted in a sharp voice: "Didn't you hear what the emperor said? You are all dead? You bastards, hurry up and present this thing!"

Xuan Wo's face was very ugly, only to hear his always moody emperor uncle, full of anger, said in a deep voice: "Whoever dares to move, this king will chop off his hands and feet and throw them into the jar of human pigs." Insects."

The tone was ordinary, but the chill was frightening. The meaning inside and outside the words was to protect Mr. Shoufu, who was usually tit-for-tat.

All of a sudden, those with long ears and those without long ears could tell that today's troublesome mess is in the hands of the Prince Regent, who has always ignored the dirty tricks.

A dog who is not afraid of death ran over to pick up the apron, stared at it, his face turned red instantly, and he lost it as if his hands were scalded.

Zhao Yu seemed to be flustered, his eyes rolled wildly: "Damn it! Why don't you take it over and have a look!"

But the man looked at Ji Xuemian tremblingly, "The brother embroidered on it...why does it look so much like Master Shoufu?"

Everyone was in an uproar for a moment, no matter how calm Ji Xuemian was, the soles of his feet couldn't help shaking at this moment, his mood was constantly fluctuating, his vision almost went dark, and he passed out on the spot.

Fortunately, he is not a timid person, he is used to intrigues and framing, so he doesn't think about how he got this Mr. Snow in the belly for a while.

The man had already rushed to show Xuan Yi and Xuan Wo a look at the aprons. After a while, both of them looked at Ji Xuemian with burning eyes, pursed their lips and said nothing, their expressions in a daze of shock.

"Imperial brother, why do you think that the man in this painting really looks like the teacher?" Xuan Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Could it be that...Ji Shoufu is really a brother...?"

"If it's true..." Xuan Wo said in a voice that only a few people could hear, "Can the teacher...have children?"

Xuan Yi snorted, noncommittal, but clearly expressed his agreement, "Spider, Shoufu? Interesting."

Duan Qichi heard it clearly, everyone was coveting his chief assistant, they were righteous on the surface, but in fact they all wanted to pull him down from the high position, snatch him back, and force him to be tactful and Cheng Huan.

Everyone has a love of beauty, but such a method is disgusting.

Xuan Yi said slowly: "According to the laws of our dynasty, the crime of this filthy/chaotic palace...is inevitable, and should be punished according to the law...Your Excellency Shoufu knows better than this palace."

"Sent in prison, the term of the sentence varies." Ji Xuemian said quietly, then knelt down, looking down at the red carpet, her back was straight like a knife blade without any ups and downs.

Xuan Yi's attitude towards him was very unexpected, and he even frowned: "Ji Shoufu, is the person in this painting really you?"

"Yes." The voice was muffled, but everyone could hear it. No one thought that a good birthday banquet would turn into such a field. Everyone sighed. Looking at the dignitaries and princes with different expressions on the stage, which courtier would dare to speak? ?

Then I went to see Mr. Shoufu who knelt on the ground and didn't look up for a long time. They all sighed. I'm afraid it won't be the next day. Mr. Shoufu's reputation is far and wide. Regardless of whether it is a grievance or the truth, it will be difficult to make a comeback.

And what was the regent who protected him just now thinking?Did he really ignore the dispute between the two factions in the court?Can even the king regent with all-hands-eyes be able to ignore Chao Gang?

Ji Xuemian didn't say another word.

He just watched everything happen quietly, watched others pointing at him, discussing in whispers, and did not respond.

He suddenly felt tired.

Just a brother... so what?

That's enough, it's not his fault, he doesn't want to torture himself with other people's framing.

Even if he wants to go to prison and feed a tiger with his body, he must seize Zhao Yu's handle and let him die without a place to bury him. The truth he has been pursuing for so many years is right in front of him, and he will never give up or admit defeat.

but……

Ji Xuemian's shoulders were trembling. Today is his birthday...

Since he was a child, he hasn't celebrated his birthday in many years. This is the first time that someone has spent this day for him with such care. It took so much effort, just for him to be happy.

It was just destroyed, smashed into pieces, and could never be picked up again.

Zhao Yu stood in front of Xuanwo with his waist bowed, smiled weirdly and evilly, and said in a sharp voice: "Ji Shoufu had the guts to seduce the emperor with his belly pocket, but was stolen by this assassin Mr. Xue. Could it be that Mr. Xue was the one who went to the south?" Did Jiang deliberately prepare to seduce the emperor?"

Ji Xuemian was still calm, and said coldly: "If you want to commit a crime, there is nothing to worry about? The minister is innocent, even if he is sent to prison, there will be a day when he will be cleared of his grievances."

Xuan Wo restrained Zhao Yu, stepped off the dragon chair in front of all the courtiers, embraced Ji Xuemian with both arms, buried his head in his neck and smelled it, and said seriously: "Teacher, you drank sweet wine just now. Is it? It smells so good."

He clings to Ji Xuemian tightly, holding on tightly, and in his persistent expression, there is a desire and maturity that Ji Xuemian can't understand.

Ji Xuemian didn't let him let go either, she looked down at his hair, gently put her hand on it, and stroked it, "Really? It's my fault, it's your Majesty's fault."

Xuan Wo mysteriously raised his hand, pulled out Ji Xuemian's hairpin, and threw it on the ground, "No, I like it."

The black hair is scattered on the shoulders and draped over the back, and the thin and long figure is like a fragile and fragile bamboo. The strands of hair stick to his snow-white cheeks, making him look as beautiful as a person who will disappear at any time. dream.

Except for Duan Qichi, it was the first time for everyone to see his unruly description, and they immediately let out a raving sound. When they listened carefully, they were all surprised that Mr. Shoufu not only had extraordinary talents, but also was as beautiful as Yiqing. The alluring enchantress.

Ji Xuemian even smiled slightly, as if to comfort him: "Your Majesty, I have let you down."

Xuan Wo still had his thin, cool and slender hair between his fingers, but he couldn't help but take a step back, anger, surprise, and expectation played out on his face in turn.

"Teacher, do you mean that you are willing to go to prison? No! Who do you say painted it? If you say so, I will not let you go to prison! I will punish that person and stab him to a wild land, just like what the emperor said Then, make a pig and put it in a worm jar!"

Ji Xuemian could clearly see the person on the bellyband, it wasn't Duan Qichi's painting, but the person in the painting was the same as Ji Xuemian.

Even if it was painted according to Mr. Xue, a nine-point resemblance is enough.

Zhao Yu played this game of chess really well, the layout was so long, but it was aimed at him, Ji Xuemian alone.

He sent the spider to go to southern Xinjiang to monitor him, selected Mr. Xue to serve the emperor, and sent the little eunuch to find out Ji Xuemian's taste, just for today.

What enmity does Zhao Yu have with him?

But Ji Xuemian has no evidence, all witnesses are dead.

He couldn't plant the blame on Duan Qichi, if Zhao Yu had the intention of killing two birds with one stone, then he might lose.

Ji Xuemian knelt down and kowtowed, "I don't know who painted it. If Your Majesty appreciates that I have assisted you for many years, let me prove my innocence."

"My lord, I don't plead guilty." He said softly, his voice hoarse, like shards of broken porcelain piercing his eardrums, dripping with blood.

Xuan Wo finally came to his senses, "No way! Teacher...you don't leave me! I... I won't let you go!"

Xuan Yi stepped forward to hold him back, "Imperial brother, wake up, the person in front of you is no longer your teacher, and before the charges are cleared, he is no longer the chief assistant, nor is he the emperor's teacher!"

"Take his power, how dare you?" As soon as Fu Fu said it, his calm tone surprised Duan Qichi himself.

Duan Qichi watched them perform for a long time, and felt that he had seen enough.

The heavy silence seemed to choke everyone's neck, suffocating.

Duan Qi got up late, his tone was not harsh, and even sounded very gentle.

But his eyes were as red as Shura, the evil ghost who came out of hell. Looking at the crowd, it was like seeing a group of enemy soldiers, who were about to slaughter them all in the next second.

Xuan Yi was shocked and said: "If you do this, where will you leave the innocent queen mother? Go invite the queen mother!"

The servant's expression was ugly: "...His Royal Highness Prince Rui, I went to invite you. The Queen Mother said that she was not feeling well. She originally said that she can't take care of Ninth Brother's affairs..."

Someone said righteously: "Your Majesty the Regent, don't you want to ignore the laws of the ancestors? You are treasonous!"

"Law? Is it treason?" Duan Qichi lowered his eyes and smiled, "Since the day I took the position of regent, I am not afraid of being infamous."

Xuan Yi shouted angrily: "You!"

Duan Qichi smiled, "Aren't you convinced?"

Xuan Yi could only swallow his anger: "Don't dare."

Duan Qichi put his hand behind his back, "From tonight onwards, Ji Shoufu will stay at the Prince Regent's mansion, not going anywhere, not seeing anyone. If I let the king hear the rumors, whoever it comes from, whoever will come to see him."

Someone said in a solemn voice: "The regent means that Ji Shoufu is not guilty?"

"Not guilty."

In front of Duan Qichi, Ji Xuemian seemed to be in a nightmare-like desperate situation, his head was bowed, and his kneeling figure was about to shatter.

This is the country and society that he wholeheartedly defended. In the end, he bit him back, beat him with a big stick, and didn't allow him to cry out for injustice and pain. Let him go.

Who is it?

Don't let him have a good birthday?

He forcefully opened his wound, showed it to everyone, and invited everyone to laugh together.

Duan Qichi suddenly didn't dare to look at Ji Xuemian's face, he was afraid that his killing intent would be overwhelmed, so everyone he saw tonight had their eyes gouged out, so they couldn't get out of this door alive.

In full view of everyone, he pulled Ji Xuemian up, who knew that Ji Xuemian was struggling like a dehydrated fish, and Duan Qichi almost couldn't hold him down.

Until Ji Xuemian saw Duan Qichi's face, the tensed face could no longer calm down, and it was about to collapse in an instant.

Ji Xuemian didn't know what was going on, but seeing Duan Qichi at this moment, he suddenly felt very relieved.

Duan Qichi led him out of the banquet, and Ji Xuemian was in a daze. Along the way, in the wind, he sobbed uncontrollably, with a soft voice, not sure if he was talking or crying.

"emperor!"

"The emperor calm down!"

"Your majesty...why don't you take the regent and Ji Shoufu into jail now!"

"Shut up!" Xuan Wo threw things like crazy, "Anyone who dares to mention this matter in front of me in the palace will be killed without mercy!"

In the end, the autumn wind blew in, and the festive lanterns in the palace were crumbling. Xuanwo looked at their backs going away, and felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart. For the first time, he clearly felt that his teacher didn't seem to belong to him anymore...

"Before catching the spider, Ji Xuemian was still the chief assistant and my teacher. I will not show mercy to anyone who dares to criticize him."

His teacher, he can only go so far.

Xuan Wo squatted down covering his eyes, after all, he was afraid that the throne would restrict him too much, so he couldn't say anything more wantonly.

After leaving the palace gate, I heard the sound of cups and bowls of fruit being smashed to the ground, and the voices of servants and ministers kneeling on the ground shouting long live, begging the emperor not to be angry.

Duan Qichi didn't care about it at all, someone came to make trouble for him, the servants and guards chased him out, but was blocked by Lin Yuan and Lan Shen who were ambushing in the dark at any time, fighting together with endless hostility.

Duan Qichi has no time to care about other things, he can only feel the warmth of his clenched hands gradually losing in the howling autumn wind.

He couldn't help holding Ji Xuemian's thin and slender palm tightly: "Si Ling, Si Ling?"

Those hands were held tightly by him, and after a while, Ji Xuemian gently held them back, carefully, like a cat that has been discarded and found again, gradually getting tighter and tighter, pitifully, as if afraid of being discarded again once like that.

He said, "Take me away, don't be seen..."

Duan Qichi directly stripped off his official uniform, turned over to cover his head and face, picked him up and mounted him on the horse, and brought him back to the Prince Regent's Mansion not long after.

He told Uncle Gui: "Close the door tightly, no matter who knocks, you won't see it."

Uncle Gui saw this posture, and called people to block the door with his hands and feet.

Sure enough, Duan Qichi brought the man back to the mansion, and the guards from the inner court came after him, but they couldn't break through the tenth-level security of the Prince Regent's mansion, and fought hard for a long time.

In the house, the lights were on and off.

The fire light stained Ji Xuemian's chin, cheeks, and eyebrows, the warm yellow light was soft and faint.

Ji Xuemian sat on the edge of the couch, looking at Duan Qichi in a daze, as if his nerves had been taken away by someone.

Duan Qichi half knelt down, his expression couldn't help being moved, and he coaxed softly, "Si Ling?"

"I'm sorry." Ji Xuemian lowered her head.

Duan Qichi replied softly, "Huh?"

Ji Xuemian murmured, "It's me, I ruined all of this...the birthday party...your present...I'm sorry."

As Ji Xuemian said this, while shaking his head, his black hair flicked like ink, and a few tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, sticking to his thick eyelashes. The shining stars disappeared on the edge of the horizon.

Duan Qichi couldn't see him like this, hugged him to keep him from moving, and comforted him in a low voice: "Okay, okay, it's okay, if you cry again, I'm going to die of pain."

His hand was stabbed red by Mr. Xue's sword, and a deep scar cut through his flesh, like an ugly snake, forever reminding him of the nightmare of that night.

He ignored the pain in his arm, grabbed Duan Qichi's sleeve, curled his knuckles, refused to let go, and couldn't stop crying for some reason: "It's been so many years, I thought I could forget... my parents... that scene The fire...it's all because of the spiders...I'm sorry for my parents, I'm afraid I can't avenge them..."

"No." Duan Xichi hugged him with all his bone-breaking strength, feeling his blood gradually warming up, and a sharp sadness was about to rush out of his chest, "Wherever you are going, I will accompany you .”

Duan Qichi tilted his head, kissed him domineeringly and unreasonably, with some inexplicable madness, slowly, he began to trace the corners of his lips round and round, the sound of licking kisses in the quiet room It has been magnified countless times.

Ji Xuemian's breath was taken up by him, and she couldn't help but support his shoulder, blood poured out from the gap he bit, and the smell of blood spread in her mouth.

Duan Qichi greedily drank his silence and fear, but Ji Xuemian hugged him even tighter, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, they were close to each other, and his obsessed mind didn't want to wake up.

There was a trace of blood on Ji Xuemian's lips, which was licked away by Duan Qichi, and he put his head against his head, no one said a word.

"It wasn't your fault from the beginning to the end, don't say sorry." Duan Qichi helped him lie down, covered him with a quilt, and wiped away the tears on his face, "Close your eyes now, sleep, wake up tomorrow, you None of the feared things will happen.”

When Duan Qichi heard Lan Shen and Lin Yuan coming, he gently untied his entwined hands, and wanted to go out to say a few words.

But Ji Xuemian refused, and raised her long and beautiful phoenix eyes, the pure white eyeballs showed a reddish color, and said in a hoarse voice, "Where are you going?"

Duan Qichi squeezed his hand, put five fingers into his palm, and closed them tightly: "I'll be right back."

"Don't go, you stay and stay with me... I'm afraid that when I open my eyes again, even you will disappear... Don't go..." As she spoke, her voice faded, and she actually fell asleep.

There were still tears on his face, and the corners of his eyes were still moist, as if he could not find peace in his dream.

Duan Qichi bandaged the wound on his arm well, and the flickering candle made his face more fair and attractive, but Duan Qichi had no other thoughts, and kissed him on the forehead, knowing that he couldn't hear, so he said to himself: "Even if you drive me away, I will never let you go, no matter how difficult it is, I will admit it."

Lin Yuan and Lan Shenzao were waiting outside, their faces were full of worry and panic, when they saw Duan Qichi coming out of the hall alone, they hurriedly surrounded them, "My lord!"

Lin Yuan whispered in a low voice: "My lord, I have seen that apron at the end of the day. The color is very new, as if it was painted just now. It must have been painted by those spiders in southern Xinjiang. Frame Ji Shoufu."

Duan Qichi looked at the raging dark clouds in the sky. It was another rainy night, and the thunder and lightning faintly showed some horns, piercing the darkness through the thick clouds.

Duan Qichi rubbed the center of his brows, "Go and find out who has grudges with the Ji Mansion. Also," he whispered like a ghost, "the slave who just picked up the bellyband, find him, put him in a big jar, and someone will accompany him later. "

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