The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

For several days in a row, Ji Xuemian didn't want to see anyone, buried himself in the books sent by the capital, and wrote vigorously, non-stop.

When Lan Shen pushed open the tent door, Ji Xuemian was dipping the nib of his pen in the ink pool, turned it around a few times, and then thought about picking up the pen.

Before the tip of the pen fell down, Ji Xuemian raised her head, her eyes silently asked Lan Shen.

The long and narrow space was chaotic, and clumps of waste paper were thrown on the ground. Ji Xuemian's light and elegant water-colored blue shirt couldn't cover his exhaustion.

It looked like he hadn't slept all night, and his whole body was haggard.

Lan Shen sighed secretly, held up a bag and said, "My lord, there is a new book from the capital."

Ji Xuemian's white eyes were bloodshot, rubbed the center of his brows, his voice was hoarse, but his tone was gentle: "Speak."

"It's...the papers on the impeachment of the Lord of Dali Temple. The emperor didn't deal with it, so I sent it here for you." Lan Shen said as he unwrapped the package, and carefully stacked a stack of seven or eight papers on the case.

Ji Xuemian just hummed lightly.

There are many accusations of his impeachment. For so many years, he has supported His Majesty and made many enemies. The excerpts are nothing more than saying that he instigated the young master and monopolized the power and government, and so on.

Ji Xuemian didn't even look at it, but put it aside casually.

Lan Shen thought for a while, and decided to say: "The regent has never executed those assassins."

Ji Xuemian's wrist paused, "Got it."

Lan Shen approached him in a low voice, "My lord, this subordinate has inquired about it, and the Imperial Forest Army has survived a lot, and this subordinate has seen Pang Ying."

Ji Xuemian raised his eyelids slightly, with a relieved look on his face: "President leader Pang Ying? He's really good at it, tell him to hide it."

He casually picked up an impeachment memorial and opened it, but it happened to be a note proposing the removal of "Pang Ziying, the leader of the Linning Dynasty Yulin President".

Ji Xuemian thought, it seems that the capital is going to change, someone wants to take advantage of them in the southern border, to kill them.

Ji Xuemian took up the pen again, lowered his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Is there any news from Your Majesty?"

Lan Shen said: "Your Majesty's mood has improved in recent days, I urge you to go back quickly, I miss you very much. There is only one other thing."

Ji Xuemian sighed softly, "It's about the Prince Regent."

Lan Shen said: "Yes. Your Excellency said that if the regent dies, the capital may change. I hope that the regent will stabilize the regent first, and then recover the southern border and return to the capital. And there is a new assassination force called "Spider ", I don't know where it came from."

Ji Xuemian nodded, thinking about the changes in the past few months, the situation is treacherous, Duan Qichi's return to Beijing is a foregone conclusion, but it is not a danger.

The rain is about to come inside and outside the court hall, the little emperor hangs on the cliff like an antelope, with countless ligers and tigers looking into the distance.

And he, Ji Xuemian, was holding the little emperor's spear nailed into the cliff.

Ji Xuemian supported his forehead, closed his eyes to calm down, after a while, he finished writing the letter in one breath, picked up a corner of the paper and puffed up his cheeks to dry it, and handed it to Lan Shen, "For Your Majesty, please be kind."

Lan Shen cautiously put the letter in his bosom, hesitantly said, "Those villains who utter wild words, do you want to..."

He raised his palm and made a beheading motion.

Ji Xuemian stood up, leaned on the armrest, and casually swept the rags on the table on the ground, calmly said: "If you want to kill, I will kill with my own hands."

His face was calm and calm, Lan Shen was only afraid of his appearance, not like a person.

Someone lifted the curtain, it was Duan Xichi who came uninvited.

Duan Qichi waved his hand to push Lan Shen away, Lan Shen glanced at his master Ji Xuemian, Ji Xuemian raised his chin slightly to him, Lan Shen could only reluctantly back out.

Ji Xuemian had nothing to say to Duan Qichi, turned around and sat down behind the desk again, picked up the brush, and left Duan Qichi aside.

Since that night, the two have not spoken a word.

Duan Qichi was not annoyed either, he picked up the balls of paper on the ground and unfolded them one by one, with a half-smile on his face, "Si Ling is so virtuous, all of these things are actually reported by me."

Ji Xuemian wrote the last word. Up to now, no one has to pretend anymore, and he didn't hide anything. He dropped the wet paper and put it in front of Duan Qichi, "The same impeachment letter, the prince is interested."

"Shoufu's excerpt, the emperor will naturally hold it in his hands. Impeaching an ambitious regent is nothing." Duan Qi slowly turned the jade wrench with his thumb. He raised his brows, and said indifferently, "Your Excellency, you might as well be a little more wild."

Ji Xuemian was silent, and had to be pulled out of the tent by him.

The two came to the mass grave, where a new prisoner camp was built.

Ji Xuemian stepped on the weeds under his feet, and the occasional white bones on the ground hurt his feet.

Duan Qichi was familiar with the road, and led him to the entrance of a cave.

The air in this natural cave is cold and cold, and the assassins are still alive and well, but there are scars on their bodies.

Duan Qichi drew out his sword, took Ji Xuemian's hand, and placed it in his palm, "This king deliberately spared their lives, Lord Ji can handle it himself."

Hearing Duan Qichi's words, those assassins raised their heads leisurely. They hadn't seen each other for a few days. Their faces were pale and their cheeks were skinny, except for a pair of wolf-like eyes that shone out.

Holding the sword, Ji Xuemian raised one's chin, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's the end of the crossbow."

The assassin was hungry, unable to speak, struggling to catch his breath, "Sir, with your sick body, is it not that time is running out?"

Ji Xuemian frowned and asked him, "What does it have to do with you?"

Another assassin said: "If you want to kill, kill, don't use this kind of punishment that is worse than death."

Ji Xuemian did not speak, he stared down at the sword, the hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, but dropped silently.

Ji Xuemian had another idea, if he wanted to keep the assassin, at least he had to find out who advocated burning down the Ji Mansion.

Duan Qichi was quite surprised, raised his eyebrows lightly, and cast a sidelong glance at Ji Xuemian, "What is Mr. Shoufu thinking?"

Ji Xuemian didn't answer him, but asked them in a cold voice: "Who is your master? Tell me, I will let you go. You will receive money and change your appearance."

Several assassins looked at each other, all of them were unexpected. The strong man in the lead said: "My lord's condition is really exciting. But it's hard to prevent my lord from crossing the river and tearing down bridges, killing people and killing people!"

Ji Xuemian said solemnly, "I will do what I say."

The strong man's eyeballs flicked back and forth between his knees, not without obscenity, "Let me fuck you once, and I'll tell you all about it."

Several people looked up to the sky and laughed, it didn't look like they had been hungry for several days.

Even so, Ji Xuemian remained unmoved and was not irritated by his provocative method.

Before the assassins could speak, Duan Qichi's hand suddenly climbed onto Ji Xuemian's arm, grabbed his unsteady sword, and raised his hand to kill them all.

Ji Xuemian's eyes widened, "My lord, what are you doing!"

Duan Qichi just sighed, "I wanted to keep it and torture it slowly, and ask for some news, who knows that there is no time to play now."

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes, seeing that her plan had failed, she turned to leave, but was blocked by Duan Qichi.

Ji Xuemian was not in a good mood: "My lord, make way."

Duan Qichi didn't give up: "They didn't answer you, and you didn't answer me."

Ji Xuemian took a step back and narrowed his eyes, "I won't answer the prince, but the prince can swing his sword and kill me too."

After saying this, Ji Xuemian did not regret it.

Duan Qichi suddenly relaxed his tone, "Why is this between you and me?"

The two were very close, and Duan Qichi blocked Ji Xuemian's way, between his chests, only half an arm's distance away, and asked, "Why didn't you do anything just now?"

Ji Xuemian turned her head away, not wanting to answer.

Duan Qichi lowered his head slightly and looked at his snow-white cheeks. The sunset outside the cave was half-rolled, and a soft yellow light shone on Ji Xuemian's face, even his eyelashes were dyed golden. He was expressionless, and his calm eyes showed determination.

Ji Xuemian kept a cold face, "It has nothing to do with the lord whether I move or not."

The obvious refusal, a person who has gained face should not pursue it further.

Duan Qichi, a partial student, is a shameless person.

Duan Qichi said bluntly: "You impeach me, every word, every word is like weeping blood, so hard, and you say that it has nothing to do with me?"

Duan Qichi walked up to the assassins, swung his sword and cut off a piece of long cloth from them, put it on the sword, and handed it to Ji Xuemian, "Put it on."

Ji Xuemian watched coldly and refused to answer.

Duan Qichi said again, not to be refused, "Put it on."

After a long while, Ji Xuemian made up his mind, stretched out his hand, took it, wrapped it around his eyes smoothly.

Duan Qichi was satisfied, he raised his sword, hooked Ji Xuemian's narrow waist, and brought him to his side.

He put the sword in Ji Xuemian's hand, wrapped his palm around that thin and warm hand, straightened his arm, and pressed against the man's jaw that was bound.

The vibration from the tip of the sword was the breath of the assassin.

Ji Xuemian was blindfolded, and other senses became sharper.

Duan Xichi's voice seemed to come from afar, "Why won't your lord kill me? I'll help you."

Ji Xuemian leaned forward according to his strength, and said unhurriedly, "It's a crime for me to be an official, how dare you bother me."

Duan Qichi curled his hands lightly, rubbing his fingers, and the warm fingers conveyed the temperature, which made Ji Xuemian feel cold all over.

Duan Qichi said softly, "You want to keep alive, and you are willing to be insulted by them. I am different from you. You can bear it, but I can't bear it."

After finishing speaking, he tightened his fingers, and together with Ji Xuemian, buried the tip of the sword deeply into the assassin's throat.

Blood spattered Ji Xuemian's cheeks, scalding people, spots of bright red, like wintersweet blooming on his face, facing him with frost and snow, the color was incomparable.

Until the last assassin, with a trembling voice, "My lords, please forgive me..."

Ji Xuemian let out a breath, hit his elbow hard, broke free from Duan Qichi's shackles, fell a few steps and staggered out, he felt dizzy for a while.

With a sudden exertion, he hasn't slept for several days and feels a little tired.

Ji Xuemian had already seen it through, "What did the lord say that he didn't want his ministers to be humiliated? In fact, he would rather not know who the lord of the "spider" is, and keep it in the dark, and want to change his ministers without a head? I really deserve it."

Ji Xuemian couldn't bear it anymore, let go, and the sword fell to the ground with a clang.

He leaned against the cave wall, and then stretched out his hand to pull the cloth covering his eyes.

Duan Qichi was knocked away by him, but he refused to let go, stepped forward and took Ji Xuemian's hand, and grabbed him behind his back, "Xuemian, you misunderstood me."

Ji Xuemian struggled violently, but a leg got in between his knees, and the blunt knee brushed against it intentionally or unintentionally, Ji Xuemian was shocked and panicked for a moment.

He was turned upside down by Duan Qichi and pressed against the rough stones on the cave wall, his chest and clavicle hurt sharply, and he said sharply, "Why do you need to justify, my lord?"

"Okay, you can do whatever you want, sir." Duan Qi said slowly.

Ji Xuemian suddenly sneered, and turned his face away, "Then why didn't the prince kill all the assassins?"

Duan Qichi looked at his smile, and breathed heavily. He wrapped his arms around his waist, pulled out his belt, and fastened a dead button on his struggling hand.

Ji Xuemian lost his belt, and the belt suddenly fell apart, the solitary assassin watched from the side, his Adam's apple rolled, and the sound of swallowing saliva was particularly ear-piercing in the cave.

Ji Xuemian knew that he was in a mess, his eyes were pitch black, his wrists were bound and he couldn't move, although his mouth was unforgiving, his mind was exceptionally clear.

He clearly knew not to panic, his brain knew it, his mouth knew it too, but his body didn't know it.

As if sensing his restlessness, Duan Qichi leaned over to his ear and whispered, "I want the only assassin alive to be a witness."

Duan Qichi wanted to keep him, returned to the capital, and sent a message to his master, what else could he send?

It is said that the king regent covers the sky with one hand, is arrogant and domineering "spider", didn't he kill him as soon as he said it?

Ever since Ji Xuemian saw Duan Qichi on the first day, he knew that this man was a lunatic who would be punished for his grievance. Violence in Changing Fate.

Duan Qichi grew up so big, he never failed in what he wanted to do, until he met Ji Xuemian, he was frustrated every step of the way, there are many people in this world who oppose him every day.

Duan Qichi was not afraid, he even thought like crazy, at least he could make Ji Xuemian remember him.

Duan Qichi was still smiling, his eyebrows were arrogant and handsome, but he didn't look like a nobleman, but like a rascal.