The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

It is still easy to wash the grapes, remove the stems and bad seeds, air-dry them and mash them, then they can be used for wine making.

For Ji Xuemian, the only difficulty is Duan Qichi.

He was handling the ingredients, flipping through the recipes, and would ask Ji Xuemian from time to time.

"How about less salt?"

"Put some rock candy?"

"Or do you like fish in sour soup?"

Ji Xuemian tidied up the grapes and put them into the wine jar, while listening to his nonsense, she went in one ear and out the other.

A perfunctory sentence: "It's all good."

Duan Qichi tilted his head and asked him again: "Do you like whatever I give you?"

Ji Xuemian concentrated on washing the grapes: "I love them."

Duan Qichi was funny and extremely naughty: "Then do you like food from above, or do you like food from below?"

Ji Xuemian was struggling with Grape Seeds, subconsciously asked him, "What's up and down?"

"No hurry, you can tell me tonight." Duan Qichi put his arms around his waist with a smile.

"The fish is delicious, or mine..." He leaned close to Ji Xuemian's ear and said a few words, Ji Xuemian finally realized the smell, his head buzzed and his face turned red.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Duan Qichi smiled heartily, let go of his waist, and turned around to cook.

Ji Xuemian looked at his side face with a lingering smile, her teeth itching from anger.

Duan Qichi cooks and asks him to make wine. Let's see who can finish it faster. If he loses, he will be punished.

Ji Xuemian's hands were used to writing since he was a child, and his fingers never touched Yangchun water. Even washing a grape had to be simmered in hot water to warm his hands.

Not to mention any heavy work, apart from practicing martial arts, it can be said that the six bodies are not working hard.

Duan Qichi was very clear about this, and kindly reminded: "The grapes were not washed like you, the ashes fell off, and the dirt did not fall off."

Ji Xuemian sighed quietly: "It's better to make juice with every palm."

Duan Qichi laughed out loud: "Then you are going to admit defeat?"

"Don't admit defeat." Ji Xuemian held back his temper, cut off the branches with scissors, and washed the grapes one by one, "With your skill, how fast can you do it?"

"Just wait and eat." Duan Qichi seemed very confident.

The job of washing grapes seems to be very simple.

But Ji Xuemian never expected that there were dozens of boxes of grapes.

He glanced sadly at the instigator, the Prince Regent, who shrugged his shoulders, and his subordinates quickly chopped vegetables and threw them into the pot, stewing and boiling them.

Chili Kacha finished cooking, and it took half an hour to see.

After all, it was Duan Qichi who finished the meal and dishes first, took off the skirt cloth, folded his hands, tilted his head, leaned on the door frame, and looked at Ji Xuemian with a half-smile.

Ji Xuemian became more and more flustered, but no matter how hard he tried, he lost.

A little dejected, he glanced at Duan Qichi and found that the man was looking at him up and down.

Duan Qichi became more at ease: "Please beg me, I will help you."

Ji Xuemian simply slowed down, and asked him unconvinced: "I don't beg you, will you help me?"

Duan Qichi came over, "Help."

Behind Ji Xuemian, he deliberately put his hands on his stomach, "Rub it for you, let you wash it quickly."

Ji Xuemian squinted her eyes and turned to stare at him: "Go out..."

Duan Qichi was about to say something when he suddenly felt his subordinate's belly roll.

Duan Qi was startled: "Did he move?"

"He moves every day." Ji Xuemian had been kicked no less than a hundred times, so it was no surprise.

This was the first time Duan Qichi felt fetal movement, and he was so surprised that he held his breath.

His hand just rested lightly on his belly, stroking|stroking it for a long time.

Xiao Zai Zai was touched a few times by his own father, and he resolutely stopped moving.

Duan Qichi kissed him on the cheek, and said in a restrained voice, "I'll wash it."

Ji Xuemian pulled his hand away, and said lightly, "Don't bother your lord, isn't it just a hundred or so baskets of grapes? I can finish washing."

Duan Qichi had no choice but to coax him softly, "Xue Mian, Si Ling, Ji Shoufu, Master Dishi..."

Seeing that there was no effect, Duan Qichi Fu felt his heart, brazenly called out: "Baby, his father."

Ji Xuemian paused, his shoulders trembled slightly.

Then Duan Qichi was thrown out of the kitchen by him with a kitchen knife.

Not long after, the man came in with a sullen face.

Ji Xuemian's face was still red, "What's the matter?"

Duan Qichi didn't speak, he followed Ji Xuemian wherever he went.

"Make way." Ji Xuemian put his arms around the jar, telling him to avoid it.

Ji Xuemian chopped the grapes, and he followed suit. Ji Xuemian found a way to wash all the grapes in one go, and he helped to pack the jars.

Putting it on, Ji Xuemian choked on the smell of alcohol, couldn't help coughing a few times, and covered her mouth with her hands stained with red grape juice, her lips were stained red.

Duan Qichi saw it clearly, his lips became more and more beautiful.

So Ji Xuemian glanced at him inadvertently, then looked down at him, blushed and cursed: "Bird|beast."

Duan Qichi quickly pinched his cheek, and carried several baskets of grapes to jar.

After filling the jar, Ji Xuemian looked at him and found that he was still there.

There was a hint of teasing in the dark pupils, and he deliberately wanted to let him go out: "Go and bury it in the yard?"

Duan Qichi smiled and grabbed his hand, "Then you have to help me."

Ji Xuemian was slapped upside down by him, and he narrowed his eyes silently.

It has been snowing outside for a while.

When I went out the door, the steps were covered with pure white snow, so thick that I couldn't tell if there was any ice underneath.

Ji Xuemian's hands were blushing, and he went to hold the jade railing, but he held both hands in his palms.

Ji Xuemian's eyes were still wet, and he looked up at him: "What does this mean?"

Duan Qichi walked around to the bottom of the steps, standing one step lower than him, "I'll be your back."

The steps of the Prince Regent's Mansion are very long, there are twenty steps from one step to the next.

Duan Qichi stepped back step by step, and Ji Xuemian walked down step by step, stepping on his footsteps.

He held Duan Qichi's hand, so he didn't have to go to the jade railing anymore, and was led away unconsciously by him.

Duan Qichi lightly counted the steps: "Twenty, nineteen, eighteen..."

Ji Xuemian suddenly became lazy, he didn't want to count, and he didn't want to look at the road under his feet, so it's not bad to just leave it to him.

On the last step, the two stood still and had prepared two small shovels for digging.

Duan Qichi chose a peach blossom tree, walked over to it, and patted the trunk, "It's quite strong, and when it blooms next year, the wine will be ready to drink."

Ji Xuemian wanted to dig the ground, but was stopped by Duan Qichi: "You rest, I'll come."

The jar was carried over by a nimble boy, and seeing that the regent wanted to dig a hole himself, he withdrew to the side.

Ji Xuemian watched him dig the hole with shovel after shovel until he dug a big hole.

The two of them put the jar in together and buried it firmly.

Duan Qichi clapped his hands: "The next task is to wait."

Ji Xuemian: "How long?"

Duan Qichi roughly calculated the time and smiled: "When spring comes next year."

It's a long time to say that next spring will come, but the current situation seems far away.

Duan Qichi approached him step by step, but Ji Xuemian did not run away.

He lightly rubbed Ji Xuemian's sore/swollen waist, "No matter what else, you lost just now."

"I know." Ji Xuemian conceded the bet and raised his chin slightly at Duan Qichi, "Come here."

Duan Qichi got the instruction, saw the corners of his eyes getting more and more moist, and his long eyelashes fluttered, so he approached him pretending to be calm.

"Si Ling, is there anything you want to tell me?"

In the wind and snow, the handsome and upright King Regent stood unshakably. Although his hands were behind his back, he couldn't get enough of staring at him.

Ji Xuemian picked up a lock of his black hair and put it close to his ear, biting her lower lip, her heart pounding.

Duan Qichi was not in a hurry, he looked at Ji Xuemian's side face in rapt attention, then stretched out his index finger out of nowhere, and poked his snow-white cheek.

There is a small shallow pear dimple under the fingertips. After rubbing it lightly, the fingertips poke a little deeper.

"You have had this dimple since you were a child, but you just don't like to laugh."

Ji Xuemian's face turned red, and he didn't know whether it was because the north wind was too cold, or Mrs. Tang was too hot, and his mind started to get confused.

"How did you know?"

Duan Qichi could only see his cold and beautiful face, his cheeks as cold as frost and snow were stained with a blush, and he asked himself softly.

He sat down against the coffee table, hugged him to his lap, kissed the corner of his jaw, and answered him in a good mood: "Is there anything else about you that I don't remember?"

"So, Si Ling, do you want to call me now?"

Ji Xuemian was speechless, not knowing how to speak.

Duan Qichi knew in his heart that he was not good at sex, so he didn't force it, but put his arms around his waist, coaxing him gently, with a little expectation in his smile: "My lord has promised me, before you go back on your word, I ask you, what should I call me?"

His eyes seemed to be hiding two clusters of stars, Ji Xuemian inexplicably remembered the young man a long time ago, Duan Qichi liked to rock him around like this, and made some unreasonable demands.

Although it was just writing a copybook, drawing a fan and other trivial matters, Ji Xuemian could not refuse his begging eyes every time.

"I should call you..." Ji Xuemian coughed lightly because of her heartbeat, and then continued, "...husband."

The words came out from those two pale pink lips|petals, and Lingling Ruxue's voice was very nice.

I want to hear him barking a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, during the day and at night, and nothing else is allowed.

If he doesn't agree, it will take another lifetime to chase after his promise.

Duan Qichi suppressed the unspeakable strong emotions, and smiled brightly, "Call me again?"

Ji Xuemian looked around and saw that there was no one around, it was very quiet.

The snow fell again, sticking to the ends of Duan Qichi's hair, and the white snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, and melted into these narrow and beautiful eyes in the blink of an eye.

When he can't see it?

His eyes were full of vows not to give up, pressing every step of the way, trying to bully him with humble and longing eyes.

Ji Xuemian immediately found it very interesting, and became more playful, so why not give it a try and see what he can do.

Ji Xuemian smiled lowly, coughed lightly, followed his will, and patiently called again: "Husband."

"Hey." Duan Qichi rubbed his waist with the palm of his hand, "It sounds really nice."

Ji Xuemian propped up her stomach, her waist was sore, she was massaged by him, and asked him slowly: "Then what should you call me?"

After a pause, "Don't call the baby his father."

Duan Qichi frowned and smiled: "That's called, lady?"

"No." Ji Xuemian shook his head, looking at this smiling expression, he was trying to make things difficult for Duan Qichi.

Duan Qichi didn't know how attached he was to this moment.

It would be nice if the days could go on like this.

"Or call..."

There was a sound of footsteps.

Yun Ni shouted: "My lord, all the dishes have been served, do you want to eat now?"

Duan Qichi raised his voice, "Okay."

Ji Xuemian raised her long eyebrows: "Isn't it called?"

Duan Qichi picked him up horizontally, and hugged him into his arms, "Call, I'll tell you tonight?"