The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

The regent won a gold medal for avoiding death, and his behavior became more and more insolent.

The largest theater in the capital, Chun Man Yuan, is very lively today. The wives and ladies of dignitaries and dignitaries sit outside the door in small sedan chairs, waiting for the opening.

"...The actor from Yangzhou is a man. I heard that the vice-lord from the Dayue family has asked for the best position!"

"Although actors in the theater who spend the night with others will be expelled, I'm afraid they dare not disobey the vice lord, right?"

The voices of discussion were one after another, getting louder and louder, and they all turned into silence in an instant.

Ji Xuemian looked at the gate of the theater thoughtfully. The people who were waiting for the opening of the theater saw these two beautiful young masters appearing at the gate of the theater. They couldn't help but stare at them and stopped discussing.

Some young masters and young ladies recognized them, and couldn't help blushing, not daring to reveal their identities.

Ji Xuemian was thinking about something else, and walked quickly to the theater steward, with a slightly cold expression and a serious tone, "Is there any permission for Yangzhou actors to enter the capital? This is a mess, can anyone be allowed into the capital?"

The theater steward is not very old, and he has never seen such a good-looking man. After being stared at by him, he can't even speak fluently: "Yes, yes! He is an old, old acquaintance of our troupe leader..."

After hearing this, Ji Xuemian probed into the butler's face like a prisoner, staring at him until his face turned red, but he didn't find any evidence of his guilty conscience, so he gave up: "It's better to be like this."

Duan Qichi's eyes curled up happily, his smile made many of his young masters and ladies gasp in admiration, covering their lips in love and fear, not daring to make a sound.

He approached Ji Xuemian, and just as he was about to raise his hand to hug his waist, he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps coming from the other side of the long street, "Make way!" "Get out of the way! I'll kill you!"

Speaking with a strong foreign accent, Duan Qichi suddenly lost all smiles, put his arms around Ji Xuemian's waist, and pulled him closer to him.

"It's Qu Zui again." Duan Qichi's voice was stern, his jaw line was tense, "This move is very good, very good."

Ji Xuemian's attitude was stern and indifferent. After he realized that he was being tricked, the dark line that the Imperial Forest Army had deployed at Yanyu Lake in the eastern suburbs for so many days was all in vain.

"It turns out that what he called winter fishing in the eastern suburbs today was caught on the stage in the western city. Fortunately, he caught so many fish, shrimps and crabs for entertainment. It was a waste of food."

Ji Xuemian was thinking in his mind that food is in short supply in all parts of Daning's territory right now, and if there is no war, it should be avoided as much as possible, and he must quickly find a way to get Qu Zui back to the Dayue clan.

The people outside the theater panicked, who had never seen such a situation before, they all hid far away, and isolated Ji Xuemian and Duan Qichi.

Two rows of soldiers opened the road, and the one in the front bumped into Ji Xuemian who was in the middle of the road. He glanced up and down, surprised, but cursed: "Get out of the way, you two! Damn, are you deaf?"

A man holding a scepter came over, with a ferocious look on his old face: "It's so unlucky to listen to a show, how many dogs have you met along the way sent by the regent to spy on the whereabouts of the vice-jung? Yes, kill it quickly."

Ji Xuemian casually gathered her clothes, pointed to herself, "Kill me?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The soldier pulled out a sword and was about to cut it, Ji Xuemian dodged, although he was a little clumsy, but he had a good foundation, and retreated, the sword cut in vain.

The old man and the soldiers all looked at him alertly and suspiciously. The man raised his scepter and knocked on the ground.

This seemed to be a signal, and a group of soldiers hula la surrounded them, all pointing their swords at the two of them.

Normally, Ji Xuemian couldn't let them go lightly, but right now he was a bit scruples and didn't want to start a war, so he endured it.

"This is the capital city, under the foundation of the imperial city, don't be too arrogant."

"That's right, there are many people who are more arrogant than you." Duan Qichi smiled slightly.

His tone was not discussing, but the thunder and lightning before the storm.

Only then did Ji Xuemian realize that the way of thinking of civil servants and generals is simply two extremes.

Duan Qichi was stomped hard by Ji Xuemian, who caught him and embraced him.

This person even had the leisure to flirt and scold: "Beauty is in your arms, is there anything more carefree in this world than this?"

Ji Xuemian elbowed him, "Be serious!"

Duan Qichi grabbed his arm and kissed his fingertips, "Stop being coquettish, let me see my husband vent your anger on you."

"What's acting like a baby?" Ji Xuemian stared, "What husband! What are you thinking?"

Duan Qichi smiled more and more comfortably: "You have a lot of questions, go to bed at night and ask them, and I will answer them for you one by one."

"you--"

Duan Qichi clung to his ear, and asked him with a smile: "What about the power you promised me? Don't count?"

He kissed Ji Xuemian's earlobe, and although he didn't hide in front of so many people, his face was so red that it couldn't be redder.

Duan Qichi was very happy: "It's so good."

Enough of molesting Mr. Shoufu, Duan Qichi raised a handful of jade marbles nonchalantly, and flew far away in the blink of an eye.

Each of these jade marbles accurately hit the center of the soldiers' foreheads, and it could be seen from a long distance away that a blood hole was deeply punched in their foreheads.

Ji Xuemian saw it clearly, and looked back at Duan Qichi, who was squinting his eyes and looking ahead casually.

"Three crooked, hit the eye." Duan Qichi seemed to be very sorry, "It is enough to suffer if you are really blind, it is worse than death."

The people around were all yelling in fright, and some even squatted on the ground with their heads covered, trembling and afraid to speak.

But more people shouted, "Good job! Get them out!" "It's not human! Good death!"

Qu Zui lifted the curtain of the golden sedan chair, leaned on the frame to get out of the sedan chair, and cast a disgusted look at the soldier lying on the ground, "Useless trash."

The old man walked over quickly, whispered a few words, and Qu Zui looked over.

Then he slowly broke into a smile, "I still think it's someone who dares to kill me. It turns out that these two big men died well and well. They deserve to die."

Just at this time, the door of the theater opened, and everyone swarmed in. Qu Zui walked over and went straight to grab Ji Xuemian's hand.

Ji Xuemian dodged, put his hands behind his back, and was secretly pulled by Duan Qichi.

"The deputy king is in a big battle."

Qu Zui was full of pity: "That's not as domineering as the regent, who lost so many people to me... Eh?"

Ji Xuemian was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, so she dragged Duan Qichi into the theater.

Duan Qichi wandered into the theater slowly with his belt hooked, like a playboy, before four|six, he was just a fan away.

Qu Zui snorted coldly, and was taken to a private room on the second floor by the housekeeper.

Ji Xuemian dragged Duan Qichi to sit down casually, the housekeeper hurriedly got down after finishing the affairs of Qu Zuina's ancestor, and specially took care of their table.

He blushed as soon as he talked to Ji Xuemian, and hurriedly piled up the food provided in the theater, "You two, are you surprised? Come and taste this golden crisp, served with raw milk, it's delicious!"

The people sitting around pointed at them, and when they looked at them occasionally, they showed adoring smiles, as if they were grateful for getting rid of the Dai Viet soldiers just now.

Ji Xuemian shook his head: "The common people have suffered from the Great Yue family for a long time."

The housekeeper sighed: "Isn't that right? People fight and kill every day. The capital is a good place. No one wants to leave their family and career and run out? Sigh, I don't know what the court is doing. They are all living for nothing!"

Hearing this, Ji Xuemian was very solemn: "There will be an explanation."

The butler just smiled: "Don't worry, son, it's a day to live every day, so hurry up and taste the delicious food!"

Duan Qichi suddenly said, "Can pregnant women drink this raw milk?"

Hearing this, Ji Xuemian paused, narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at him uncertainly.

Duan Qichi automatically ignored the killing intent in his eyes, and continued to ask without fear of death: "If it's beneficial, I'll go buy some for my wife."

The housekeeper wiped off his sweat, and said a lot in a flash: "Yes! But if you are pregnant, you can't drink enough raw milk. You have to drink pigeon soup, crucian carp tofu soup, fresh chicken soup and the like!"

Duan Qichi felt that Ji Xuemian kicked him hard under the table, with a smile on his face: "Why?"

The housekeeper said "Hi", "Get milk! How can I feed the child without milk? You are too irresponsible as a husband..."

Someone called the butler, and the butler responded, shook the rag, and ran away quickly.

Duan Qichi stared blankly at the two cups of raw milk, and repeated, "Drink milk?"

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Ji Xuemian calmly.

Then the gaze moved down and landed on his chest.

Ji Xuemian's heart skipped a beat.

"What's your look?"

Ji Xuemian even blocked it with his hand, but he felt that this action was inexplicable, so he quickly moved away.

He tilted his head talking to himself, "Isn't it too early to drink now?"

Ji Xuemian wanted to cover his eyes, and reminded him in a low voice, "This is in a theater!"

Duan Qichi held his hand, and pushed two cups of raw milk in front of him, "You drink it first, it's better than when the child has nothing to eat."

"Although I'm a brother, I may not be able to..." Ji Xuemian couldn't say these two words, and the corners of his eyes turned red.

Duan Qichi rolled the corners of his eyes, "Try it, what if? Like he said, I'm going to live day by day, I have to treat you better, and I won't regret it when I die."

He seemed to be joking, but Ji Xuemian couldn't laugh, and could only intertwine with his fingers, holding each other tightly, as if they were born together.

Duan Qichi smiled slightly, didn't say anything, just took his hand and listened to the play quietly.

The actor waved his sleeves on the stage, singing parting and love and hate, and the words of the play were very lingering. The audience in the audience either cried or laughed.

The whole song ends with the reunion of lovers after separation. Most people in the world like a happy ending. Today is a rare festival. Everyone came here in high spirits, returned satisfied, and left the table one after another.

Duan Qichi also pulled Ji Xuemian up, "Let's go, go buy some fish and chicken, and return home to cook a pot for you."

After listening to the play, Ji Xuemian couldn't help getting into the play, and now his tone was a little gentler, a little embarrassed: "...do you really drink it?"

When Duan Qichi heard his voice at first glance, his eyes were also a little emotional, and the movement of bowing his head to kiss him became more and more gentle.

He kissed his brow and eyes, felt the eyelashes under his lips trembling slightly, and felt even more unbearable.

Duan Qichi smiled as a matter of course: "I'll give you milk."