The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Duan Qichi narrowed his eyes, "What did you say?"

The brawny man seemed to have heard a big joke, "You guys have lived and ate together in the barracks for so long, yet you still haven't noticed?"

One person laughed loudly and said: "It's too violent. There are so many soldiers with strong yang energy in your army camp. Why don't you faint Ji Shoufu and try it on him in turn? It tastes delicious. You can tell it at a glance when you take off your robe!" "

The strong man in the lead: "Under him, there is—"

Before the words were finished, two streaks of silver light flashed across the air, quickly separating the air, bringing out two fluttering winds.

The head of the leading strong man fell to the ground, and blood gushed three feet high from the smooth cut surface of the neck cavity.

Duan Qichi's eyes were ferocious and violent, extremely terrifying, he looked at the stump without blinking, and the strong man's face was still full of harsh sarcasm.

Ji Xuemian withdrew his whip, and the assassin who had laughed the most and scolded the most just now died, half of his neck was severed by him, and he was clinging to his shoulders and was on the verge of falling.

But he didn't even look at the assassin, he just lowered his beautiful eyes, and the corners of his eyes blushed quietly.

Ji Xuemian didn't say a word, didn't even say hello, turned around and left.

Lan Shen wanted to follow up, but suddenly felt that the sad shadow was dejected, silently rejecting him.

Lan Shen paused because of this, not knowing what to do.

Duan Qichi watched Ji Xuemian walking into the woods, and sighed almost imperceptibly, as if a thorn had grown on the tip of his heart.

With a low voice, he instructed Lin Yuan, "Take the rest of the people to the mass grave and lock them up, and don't leak the news."

Lin Yuan was inexplicably cold: "Yes, my lord."

Then, Duan Qichi dismissed the crowd and followed alone.

Only the soft moonlight in the sky is reflected in the woods, it is the time when the night is deep and the dew is heavy.

In the woods, only the crickets were making noise, and some fireflies were dancing in the grass. Ji Xuemian sat under the tree by himself, curling up the grass leaves with his fingers, curling up his knees, very quiet, not knowing what he was thinking.

Duan Qichi hadn't seen him so lonely for many years.

Only one night when he was young, Ji Xuemian also sneaked out of the Imperial College like this, staring at the moon in the imperial garden in a daze.

Later, Duan Qichi found out that Ji's mansion was burned down by a "spider", and his parents, servants, and kittens raised from childhood were all killed in the sea of ​​fire.

"What is your lord doing here?" Ji Xuemian heard the footsteps, did not turn around, and only asked a question.

Duan Qichi didn't need to think about his words, he just said it with his heart: "It's nothing, I just think that you, Si Ling, can kill the enemy with your bare hands when you are just a teenager, and you have extraordinary courage."

Ji Xuemian chuckled, noncommittal, her voice hoarse, "If your lord has nothing else to do, please go back."

Duan Qichi took a few steps closer, "Of course there is something to do."

The lines of Ji Xuemian's shoulders visibly trembled, and he said with a trembling voice, "If you shouldn't ask, the prince asked, and I wouldn't answer."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Ji Xuemian had been on guard for a long time, but the moment he turned his head, Duan Xichi squatted down and sat down in the grass, unable to get up.

Ji Xuemian's pupils tightened suddenly, he couldn't push Duan Qichi, so he could only ask in a cold voice, "What is your lord doing?"

Duan Qichi restrained Ji Xuemian's slender wrists, not allowing him to beat others, lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "I don't know what to ask?"

Ji Xuemian's eyes were red, it was obvious that he had just cried enough, seeing Duan Qichi's progress, he resisted the urge to turn his face, and calmed down his breath.

"Then why didn't the prince let that man finish talking just now?" Ji Xuemian smiled a little sadly, "After he finished speaking, don't you know everything?"

Duan Qichi's smile was haughty, revealing an incomparable arrogance, and he whispered softly: "I want to see for myself."

"No." Ji Xuemian gathered strength, put his knee against his side, and wanted to knock him aside, but was blocked by Duan Qichi, "You can't watch."

Duan Qichi's voice was uncontrollably hoarse and deep, as if he had just finished drinking, and the mellow smell of alcohol lingered between the two of them, "Is there anything you can't watch? What are you afraid of?"

Ji Xuemian turned her head away, with a firm attitude, after a moment of silence, she said, "You don't need to know."

Duan Qichi had too many questions to ask.

Wine is warm, and so is the human breath.

But Ji Xuemian is rejecting him thousands of miles away.

In the cold night, Ji Xuemian's body exuded a cold and sweet scent again, and as the sweat covered his skin, it spread lingeringly on the tip of Duan Xichi's nose, which was extremely inconsistent with the cold person in front of him.

"What about your breath? I don't need to know about it?" Duan Qichi gently stroked his collar, "Ordinary big men travel thousands of miles to southern Xinjiang, who would deliberately dye their clothes with spices?"

Ji Xuemian's eyes turned red, "This doesn't seem to have anything to do with the prince. Could it be that the prince really thinks that you and I are so close?"

For many years, no one dared to call Duan Qichi that name. Duan Qichi really stopped when he was called so suddenly, and kept staring at Ji Xuemian with probing eyes.

Like an eagle watching its prey closely, not allowing the nimble little rabbit to jump into the air and escape his sight, "Indeed not."

"Then please leave, my lord." Ji Xuemian refused him involuntarily, she said so, but that high-ranking expression turned into someone who couldn't help bullying him, and Duan Qichi didn't want to obey him no matter what.

Duan Qichi is the most generous person, he lazily said, "Xue Mian, the more you say that, the more I want to find out."

Duan Qichi looked at him upright, his eyes seemed to have warmth, warm and warm, even the well-informed Duan Qichi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Ji Xuemian was flustered, jumping wildly, "You...what are you going to do?"

"I'm wondering if there are some reasons why you smell so good." Duan Qichi said with a low smile, "For example, you are a brother."

Duan Qichi twitched his sweat beads, and licked his fingertips in a strange way.

Ji Xuemian's face was like a red candle, wishing to die immediately, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Although he was very drunk and was held down by Duan Qichi and couldn't move, he was so ashamed that he didn't even want to say anything.

"Very sweet, just like you." Duan Qichi looked calm.

"You!" Ji Xuemian's brain boomed, as if an earthquake had struck.

Duan Qichi lowered his head again, not intending to spare him, "Is it nonsense, maybe I will find out soon."

The night wind was cool, blowing on Ji Xuemian's body, his skin was icy cold, but his eyes were scorching hot.

The night wind was so cold that his toes were numb, Duan Qichi finally let him go, and gathered his collar, "But, do my brothers smell as good as you?"

Ji Xuemian's face was bleeding.

Duan Qichi let go of his thin wrists, and Ji Xuemian's jade bone-like palm suddenly formed a blade, and draped sharply towards Duan Xichi's neck behind his ears.

Duan Qichi dodged backwards, nimbly like a cheetah, "Murder to silence? It's too fast, at least we have to wait until the king is asleep, right?"

Ji Xuemian hit nothing, and the two of them wrestled, Duan Qichi said no mercy.

"It's no big deal. I like everything about you. I don't care if you are a brother or not. Why do you need to be shameless?" Duan Qichi said kindly.

"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense! If you dare to speak out—" Ji Xuemian closed her eyes, her teeth were chattering.

Ji Xuemian's fair and delicate face was frozen with frost, her red phoenix eyes glared at Duan Qichi a few times, and after a few breaths, Ji Xuemian finally flew onto the tree and went to the barracks without looking back.

Duan Xichi held his hands behind his back, watching his back getting further and further away.

Although he had never seen brother in Beijing, he had always heard that besides men and women, there were brothers who could have children.

There are very few brothers, and there are basically no career candidates or businessmen. After all, no woman will fall in love with a brother.

Therefore, brother's gender is either held in the hands of the rich and powerful as a treasure, or it is played by people with ulterior motives, which ordinary people can't see.

Not to mention, when he was only three years old, he had spanned two dynasties, and he was the chief assistant of one dynasty, taught the emperor, and had an extremely prominent reputation and power.

Duan Qichi just never expected that this brother would be Ji Xuemian.

The man who is mad with a pen and fierce with a sword.

Presumably, several elders of the Ji family told him that for the sake of the status of the Ji family, he was not allowed to leak half of it, and they devoted all their efforts to cultivating him according to the standards of the ancestors' men, and asked him to forget the fact that he was a brother.

After all, once discovered by others, everyone will question whether my brother can be the chief assistant emperor teacher, and whether he will use sex to serve people.

Duan Qichi was inexplicably distressed.

He was as cold as a lone cedar on a snowy mountain, and he couldn't tolerate others.

Let's delay the plan to deprive Ji Xuemian of his authority.

Duan Qichi is not in a hurry, he has been waiting for so many years, how many days away?

Duan Qi walked slowly to the outside of Ji Xuemian's tent and saw the flickering candle, but he was still awake.

He remembered that Ji Xuemian especially liked to read at night with the lamp on. Since he was a child, when everyone else was asleep, he would go to the Imperial Garden with his books in his arms to read for a while.

He was reading, and Duan Qichi went to see him.

The same goes for tonight.