The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Ji Xuemian almost made him die of anger, twisted his arm, and Duan Qichi frowned in pain.

"Do not say."

Duan Qichi hissed: "Don't tell me? Tell me? If you don't tell me, I'll let our little boy meet his father in advance."

Ji Xuemian raised her eyebrows: "How do you want him to see you?"

Duan Qichi pushed him down on the bed, supported his waist, and lifted him up.

"Just see you like this, see you a few more times, and let me, the father, teach him what filial piety is."

Ji Xuemian was forced to let Xiao Zai Zai see the world all night, and it is estimated that Xiao Zai Zai's head hurts.

After meeting him hundreds of times, Duan Qichi let him get off the couch, and stood outside the door all night with his pillow in his arms.

Waking up early the next day, Ji Xuemian pushed open the door and saw Duan Qichi standing in the new snowdrift in the morning, making three little snowmen.

One has red phoenix eyes cut with double radish skins, one has deeply shaped facial features, and there is a little snowman.

Ji Xuemian walked over and poked the little snowman's mouth, "You made it?"

Duan Qichi patted the little snowman's head: "Yes, I feel very sorry that I can't watch his birth with my own eyes."

When he said this, there was clearly a smile on the corner of his mouth, but Ji Xuemian could hear a hint of reluctance.

He had no choice but to wrap his arms around Duan Qichi's waist from behind, and gently put his head on his shoulder.

"I'll be back safe and sound."

Duan Qichi seemed to have a low laugh, turned around, and hugged him tightly: "Okay, let's not talk about this, what do you want to do today?"

"Go to the street, how about you?"

"I'm going to the military camp and I'll be back at night." Duan Qichi kissed his face, "Wait for me."

He stroked Ji Xuemian's stomach, apologizing slightly.

"Did you get scared by this king last night? Does your head still hurt?"

Ji Xuemian let out a long sigh, turned around and went back to the house, slamming the door behind him, causing all the servants in the mansion to look over their heads.

When they saw the irritable Prince Regent lying on the crack of the door humbly begging the princess to take care of him, the servants wanted to draw this scene.

Until the regent turned his head and glanced at them vaguely, the servants ran away with oil on their feet.

After running far away, he heard the regent beg for forgiveness softly, hoping that Lord Chief Assistant would let him in, it was too cold outside.

After praying for a long time, the door opened, and the regent entered with an aggrieved face, and after a while, came out with a smile on his face.

Immediately afterwards, the servants saw Mr. Shoufu blushing and gathering his clothes to go out.

Sister Yun Ni wiped her hands, took off her skirt cloth, and chased after her.

Ji Xuemian didn't know what Duan Qichi had ordered, the little girl Yun Ni wanted to go to the street with him, crying and making noise, Ji Xuemian was helpless.

In the end, she had no choice but to send her to buy shortbread for herself. Yun Ni was in a dilemma, and finally chose the former between "offending the regent" and "offending the princess".

Ji Xuemian saw that Yun Ni had gone far away, so he quietly turned to a hidden alley, and he saw someone following him.

After walking a few steps, I felt someone behind me want to pat me on the shoulder.

As the saying goes, don't look back if someone taps you on the shoulder in the middle of the night, it might be a ghost.

Ji Xuemian thinks that ghosts are not scary, just kill them.

So, he stabbed with his backhand finger, and the "ghost" behind him let out a scream, and when he turned around again, his eyes were already blind.

But Ji Xuemian was still cornered by the assassins sent by Xuan Yi, there was nowhere to hide, and he was in a bit of a panic.

There is no other reason, but this round belly with a small cub really delayed his performance.

The assassins smiled smugly, swung two wooden sticks, and approached step by step: "I don't know what it's like to play with a pregnant woman with a big belly?"

Ji Xuemian shook his head, secretly lamenting that Xuan Yi's people are too perverted.

Not to be outdone, he said, "You can try."

The assassins originally wanted to see Mr. Shoufu blushing from their injuries, but they didn't want to be beaten back.

The assassins didn't know that Ji Xuemian's face had thickened a lot since he followed Duan Qichi every day.

Assassin, you look at me, I look at you, "Then let's try?"

Ji Xuemian frowned: "Hurry up, I'm very busy."

The assassins were all dumbfounded, and they didn't dare to get close.

Impatiently, Ji Xuemian pulled out the long silver whip from his waist and slapped it on the ground, stirring up pieces of dust.

"If you don't come, I'll go find you."

Before the people arrive, the whip arrives first.

This silver whip is the nightmare of the "spider", and it is also a murderous weapon. Everyone knows that no one knows, whichever head it is thrown on, which one has to bloom.

Assassins are hard to defend against, how can they beat the famous young master of the Ji family?

Not long after, there was a pile of dead bodies.

Ji Xuemian was rushed to the throat by the blood filled in the nasal cavity, and swallowed with difficulty, but finally couldn't hold it back, and retched for a while.

Xiao Zaizai kicked his stomach very dissatisfied, and then he arched gently, maybe because he felt the kick hurt a little.

Ji Xuemian patted the position of his feet: "Be obedient."

The tone is not angry and prestige.

The little cub may be afraid, and he was taught by his father to be a man before he was born, and he became obedient and slept in his stomach.

Ji Xuemian felt uncomfortable being kicked by him, so he rested for a while.

He didn't hide in the alley, but sat majestically on the crowded street, eating a piece of watermelon at a storytelling stand.

Ji Xuemian maintained this leisurely posture, and kept saying that the book stall old man came home, and the person he was waiting for finally came.

Rui Wang Xuanyi.

Ji Xuemian even began to suspect that he would not come, seeing that he was hooked, Shi Shiran invited him to eat a piece of watermelon.

Xuan Yi still looked like a mature young man, holding up the watermelon, "Mr. Emperor, is this watermelon poisonous?"

Xuan Yi came to see him for what purpose, Ji Xuemian knew clearly, "If I want to kill someone, I can't use poison."

Xuan Yi laughed: "Mr. is indeed a gentleman, but unfortunately, this king is not."

Ji Xuemian said, "Prince Rui is wrong, I'm very bad. How about waiting for Prince Rui to go back to the stronghold and have a look?"

Xuan Yi's expression changed, and he hurried back.

Ji Xuemian ate the watermelon leisurely, wiped the corners of his mouth, put his hands behind his back, and walked briskly back outside the pastry shop.

Everything was done seamlessly, Yun Ni lined up in a long queue, sweating from exhaustion, Ji Xuemian took the shortbread in her hand and tasted it.

Yun Ni cried a lot just now, her eyes were red, Ji Xuemian patted her head, "It's delicious, but not as delicious as your cooking."

Yun Ni's small face immediately smiled, nodded, and pulled Ji Xuemian back to the Prince Regent's Mansion cheerfully.

There were bursts of explosions on the road. You don't need to look back to know that the people of the Dayue Clan bombed Xuan Yi's stronghold, like a thread of fire, igniting every node.

Ji Xuemian was waiting for this moment, using Xuan Yi's savage growth, let him and the Dayue clan fight each other. In the end, the Dayue clan would win. They knew they couldn't break through the regent's defense, and they would return to desert in triumph because they ran out of ammunition and food. North recuperates.

They don't know that when the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole follows, there will be a group of people, led by General Huo Qiuhuo and Shoufu, to follow them back to Mobei and catch them all.

Ji Xuemian waited until Duan Qichi arrived at night, drinking crab roe soup, and Duan Qichi returned home.

However, before the person arrived, the voice came first, he coughed several times, his voice became hoarse: "Xue Mian, you are so cruel."

Ji Xuemian raised his eyes and asked him puzzled, "Why did you say that?"

Duan Qichi took off his outer robe bitterly, pointed at his throat: "Look, I've been given frostbite by you, and I can't get better every ten days and a half months."

Ji Xuemian smiled faintly: "Then what do you want?"

Duan Qichi lowered his head and kissed his lips: "Pass it to you, you will get sick with me, so you won't leave, right?"

Ji Xuemian was laughed angrily by him, and was about to say something to ease the tense atmosphere, but was interrupted by the voice of a servant.

"My lord, I heard that Mr. Shoufu is leaving the capital. There are many people in the mansion. It is not enough to say goodbye in the court hall. You have to come in person."

Ji Xuemian pushed Duan Qichi away, and Duan Qichi narrowed his eyes, suffocating with anger, and had nowhere to release it, "It's only been a few days, how come there are still people who are so blind and insist on disturbing this king's good business? I'm so anxious, Let them all lose their hats."

"I don't know if the prince's good deed refers to infecting the minister with the wind and cold?"

Duan Qichi's face immediately changed, and he smiled softly and considerately: "How could it be? It's just a kiss, it can't be passed on."

Ji Xuemian said calmly, "Does the lord want to take medicine?"

Duan Qichi leaned closer to his ear: "I don't want to take medicine, but I want to eat you."

Ji Xuemian smiled: "Wait."

Duan Qichi's eyes almost turned red, and Ji Xuemian reminded him that he wanted to go out to meet guests.

Sitting in the main hall, everyone felt that they had come at a very inappropriate time, and offered gifts one after another: "The longevity lock left by the previous dynasty, a gift for my little nephew."

"A century-old parenting book teaches you to be a good father."

"Brother's childbirth guide, chief assistant, don't be shy, you'll have to suffer through this!"

The presents piled up in a huge pile, Ji Xuemian's eyelids twitched when he saw it, although his face was cold, his heart was agitated.

Duan Qichi said silently: "Is there any cure for typhoid fever?"

Yan Ming and Zhao Xuanlang looked at each other, and couldn't help but expose him: "My lord, this is all for children."

Duan Qichi stopped talking.

After seeing off the ministers, Duan Qichi blocked Ji Xuemian in the corner, stroked his slender ankles, watched the two pairs of long legs tremble, and said very unhappy: "This king is also a child."

Ji Xuemian narrowed his eyes: "My lord, do you really dare to say that there is a child like you?"

Pointing to something, he moved his gaze down.

Duan Qichi snorted and laughed, "The child is not allowed to develop properly?"

Ji Xuemian was lifted up by him again, and was shaken by this terrible "child" all night.

The two of them messed around for seven whole days, so absurd that people from the Regent's Mansion walked around the door, listening to the movement from time to time, so as not to tire the prince and Mr. Shoufu.

Seven days later, the Dayue clan withdrew its troops from the capital, and the 30 imperial troops of the Daning Dynasty took advantage of the victory to pursue them.

The regent sent the team all the way to the gate of the city without saying a word, his face was full of reluctance.

Ji Xuemian reined in his horse, he rode on the horse and turned around.

"The safety of the people in the capital is left to the regent, please don't disappoint me."

"When spring comes next year, I hope the regent digs wine under the peach blossom tree, and wait for the minister to return to Beijing to reconnect with the old relationship."