The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Duan Qichi didn't do anything excessive, but let go and arranged Ji Xuemian's clothes very carefully.

Ji Xuemian didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Seeing him go, Duan Qichi put away his smile, lowered his long eyelashes, and untied the assassin's rope.

The assassin was dubious, "Regent, what do you mean?"

Duan Qi said slowly and logically: "After you go back, keep your mouth shut. I don't want to hear any unfavorable rumors about Mr. Shoufu. Otherwise, be careful with your tongue."

The assassin was silent, and finally swallowed his anger and left.

Duan Qichi watched him leave, without his order, Lin Yuan raised his legs and chased after him.

Ji Xuemian was a little restless along the way, and after spending so many days together, he had a new view on Duan Qichi.

He's crazy, but he still vaguely looks like Duan Qichi from before.

What he just said may be true or false.

Ji Xuemian was a little uncertain, he killed the assassin and kept another one, indicating that he wanted this assassin to join him and do things for him.

What exactly is Duan Qichi doing in southern Xinjiang?

After returning to the camp, Ji Xuemian only saw Lan Shen who was standing still.

Seeing that he came back safe and sound, Lan Shen was a little relieved, because he was always paying attention to Ji Xuemian's whereabouts, if Ji Xuemian did not come back, he would leave the camp to look for him.

Seeing that he seemed to be thinking about something, Lan Shen hid himself and decided not to disturb him.

For three days in a row, Ji Xuemian didn't think about eating or drinking, and he didn't go out of the tent. Lan Shen observed him all the time, feeling anxious.

The meals in the Prince Regent's camp were all meat and fish. The soldiers caught hares from the mountains and fresh fish from the rivers, and ate whatever they caught.

The dishes were cooking in the kitchen, Lan Shen pulled a rabbit leg on the cutting board, thinking to send it to his family, let him eat even if it was soft and hard, so as not to starve.

Lan Shen recalled that when he was in the capital, his family was busy with hard work and hungry, suffering from hidden diseases and frequent abdominal pains, there was no imperial doctor in the military camp to prescribe prescriptions, how could it work?

He was walking to the door of the tent when he happened to meet a soldier who was standing there holding a small pot with a porcelain lid, and was about to ask Ji Xuemian for instructions.

Lan Shen walked over, opened the lid, saw that it was steaming hot, and there was a layer of white foam floating on the water surface, but it smelled very fragrant, very nice.

"What is this?" Lan Shen asked.

The soldier replied: "It's the nourishing medicine that the kitchen specially boiled for Mr. Ji, and I don't know about the rest."

Lan Shen was worried, so he took the silverware in his arms and tried it. After a while, he saw that it was not poisonous, so he took it: "You go back, I will send it in."

He opened the tent, and unexpectedly saw that his lord was in front of the table again, with the familiar book in front of him, and he was making instructions on the emperor's confused book.

Lan Shen had no choice but to fill a bowl and bring it over, reminding him: "My lord, let's drink something."

Ji Xuemian raised his eyelids and glanced silently, "What is this?"

Lan Shen said: "The soup boiled in the kitchen is a nourishing soup for the body. I have tried it in a humble job and it is not poisonous. You can drink it with confidence."

Lan Shen held up the rabbit's leg again and said, "There is also rabbit's leg, which is very nutritious and nourishes the body, adults should eat it together."

Ji Xuemian had no appetite, but couldn't bear to refuse Lan Shen's kindness, so he said, "I've had the soup, take the rabbit's leg."

Seeing his refusal, Lan Shen argued with him for a few words, was defeated, compromised, only stared at Ji Xuemian as he drank the soup in one gulp, and then reluctantly left with the small pot.

At night, the camp was quiet, except for the rustling noises coming from Ji Xuemian's tent, as if he could not sleep.

Ji Xuemian couldn't sleep, she felt hot all over.

Suppressing the discomfort, he read a few more notebooks, but he couldn't write any words when he raised his pen. His mind was muddled, so he had to rest on the wooden chair, frowning.

His Majesty still needs to improve his studies. After all, he is young, and some are long and others are short. If he acts like a spoiled child, when will he be able to take on heavy responsibilities.

He was still worried, but the cool breeze at the entrance of the tent was picked up by someone's sleeve, Ji Xuemian knew who was coming to embarrass him again.

He got up and saluted, "My lord, I'm sorry for the discomfort. If there is anything to do, please discuss it tomorrow."

Duan Qichi didn't listen, he opened his clothes, sat down Shi Ran, put the shortbread snacks on the footstool, opened the bag, and there were so many tricks.

He picked up the pastry, seemed to be in a good mood, and asked with a smile, "Do you want Xuemian to eat?"

Ji Xuemian declined, "Thank you, my lord, for your kindness, I can't take it anymore."

Duan Qichi didn't force him, so he put the pastry back, unfolded Ji Xuemian's crumpled waste paper, without even looking at it, just carefully wiped the pastry crumbs on his fingers.

Ji Xuemian glanced at it, and saw that the waste paper contained suggestions on prevention and control of dike and water conditions, which were only half-scribbled.

Duan Qichi wiped his hands, then directly grabbed Ji Xuemian's waist and pulled him to the front.

Ji Xuemian took a deep breath, "What is your lord going to do?"

He pushed aside the pen, mountain, ink pool and unfinished notebooks on the desk case, saving a moment in case he broke things if he started to use his hands.

The two got close, Duan Qichi frowned and leaned closer to his ear, smelled it and asked, "Is this medicine useless after drinking?"

Ji Xuemian didn't understand for a moment, "What kind of medicine?"

Hearing his doubts, Duan Qichi smiled suddenly, "Did no one tell you about the nourishing decoction?"

Ji Xuemian was forced to sit on his lap, frowning tightly, Duan Qichi said, "It seems to be useful, I seem to smell something more fragrant than that night."

"Does this soup have any effect?" Ji Xuemian looked into his eyes, not sure whether he was really stupid or pretending to be crazy.

Duan Qichi smiled mysteriously: "Guess."

"I'm stupid, I can't figure it out." Ji Xuemian got up and wanted to leave.

Duan Qichi held his waist with both hands, found a place to press down on his waist, and Dang even made the cold-faced man slump down, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Don't go."

Ji Xuemian had no choice but to close her eyes, "It's fine if the prince doesn't want to say it. It's just that the soup was boiled for the minister alone. Thank you for the kindness of the prince. How dare the humble minister endure it?"

He retreated, Duan Qichi didn't allow him to escape, "It's nothing special, I heard that you are always sick, so I wanted to ask someone to recuperate you, and I added some special spices along the way."

Ji Xuemian had no choice but to say: "The minister is getting older, and his body is not as good as before. Some illnesses are inevitable, why should the prince worry about it?"

"Xue Mian is about the same age as me, how can it be said that he is getting older?" Duan Qichi added, "Besides, how can I not be concerned? Xue Mian, do you really not understand, or are you pretending not to understand?"

Ji Xuemian's heart was pounding, she calmed down, "My lord, let me let you go. I don't intend to marry a wife and have children in this life, and I don't intend to commit myself to others. If my lord wants to get married, why don't I find someone who really loves my lord."

Duan Qichi stared at him closely, as if he hadn't seen this face for hundreds of years, without taking his eyes off it.

Ji Xuemian's cheeks that looked like spring blossoms were full of solemnity except for the beauty, and his eyes were cold and bright, so beautiful that it was hard to describe, piercing directly into Duan Qichi's heart.

Ji Xuemian has always been like this since he was a child, he doesn't say anything, just pretends to be like that.

Duan Qichi was suddenly annoyed that he was so self-reliant, since Ji Xuemian became the first assistant emperor teacher, he treated him extremely coldly.

It is clear that when he was a child, he also held his hand and rescued him from the bottomless quagmire.

So he went to pinch Ji Xuemian's cheek, and as expected, he was greeted with a frown.

Duan Qichi felt angry and pinched it wantonly. The cheek that he had missed for several years was far softer than its owner.

Duan Qichi tested him a few times, and seeing Ji Xuemian's uncomfortable expression, he knew that Ji Xuemian's so-called brothel visits were all nonsense.

He smiled and said: "Your Excellency is really a rare and strange person in the world. He has never even held anyone's hand. Why do you say that you often visit brothels?"

Being bullied by him, Ji Xuemian's eyes filled with water, "Don't you already know?"

"Because you are brother?" Duan Qichi suddenly saw his eyes tearing up, and a handful of dry wood was lit in his heart, and the flames rushed into his head, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I said it earlier, no matter what you are , I like you all."

Duan Qichi said again: "I know you're not ready, I won't force you."

Ji Xuemian was dumb, the arrogance of the person in front of him was really annoying, and his behavior was very reckless.

It is common for children from rich families in the capital to play with a teenage brother. It doesn't matter whether he is raised or patronized occasionally. romantic past.

But no one in power has ever thought about it. It's enough for ordinary brothers to play, but they also like to play with the chief minister of the cabinet, even if this person is a regent who has known him since childhood.

Ji Xuemian couldn't accept it, he said, "My lord knows the difference between a monarch and his ministers, you and I don't care about ethics."

Duan Qichi knew that there was no turning back when he opened his bow, but when he remembered that this person was Ji Xuemian, he just wanted to possess him without hesitation.

But Duan Qichi felt distressed, he couldn't do this.

Ji Xuemian is neither soft in body nor soft in nature, even if he is a brother, no one dares to treat him lightly.

He is Ji Xuemian, the chief assistant who is still inexperienced in the midst of the cabinet battle, and also the minister who was appointed by the former king.

This man, who put on armor and went into battle, was able to break through the siege, and took off his official uniform, but he had never been on anyone's couch.

"So what if you don't care about ethics?" Duan Qichi smiled, "This king has already become such a rebellious regent, so why are we afraid of ethics?"

Seeing that he couldn't get the answer he wanted, Ji Xuemian decided to leave.

Duan Qichi didn't let go, the two of them were used to asserting themselves and domineering, refusing to give in to each other, they scuffled together.

Duan Qichi was hit on the shoulder by him a few times indiscriminately, but he was completely at a loss when he saw Shang Ji Xuemian's flustered eyes.

Duan Qichi's heart suddenly softened.

He immediately stopped and clasped Ji Xuemian's hands together, "Master Shoufu, I know I was being rude."

He was very arrogant, his face was full of indulgence and arrogance, "But I don't regret it."

Ji Xuemian paused, closed his eyes, and reluctantly explained: "My lord has been used to making his own decisions since he was a child, and I'm just telling the truth, and I don't intend to offend my lord."

Duan Qichi laughed, "Xuemian, you are so kind."

Ji Xuemian couldn't hear such words, he wanted to get up, Duan Qichi let go of his hand.

There is still a handwriting for the little emperor on his desk case, which is only half written, and the rest has not been filled in yet.

Ji Xuemian sat back again, picked up the pen and wrote.

His brows were like flickering lights, and he frowned patiently. He was ruthless, but touching.

Duan Qichi looked at him lazily, "I have nothing else to do tonight, if Xue Mian doesn't mind, can I sit here with you?"

Ji Xuemian knew that he would not listen to persuasion, so she raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at him under the lamp: "Your Majesty, if you mind, will you go back and leave?"

Duan Qichi smiled, "No."

Ji Xuemian rolled his throat, and said in a clear voice, "Isn't that enough? If the prince wants to sit here with the minister, please keep quiet and disturb the minister's thinking."

Duan Qichi squinted his eyes comfortably, seeing Ji Xuemian's rare soothing posture, he knew that his mouth was fierce, so he stared at those extremely dishonest/heart eyes, and said word by word: "Master Shoufu impeaches me casually, I promise not to impeach me." Will interrupt."

Ji Xuemian glanced at him, helpless to deal with him.

In this way, Ji Xuemian wrote for half the night, and Duan Qichi sat for half the night.

After writing a certain notebook, Ji Xuemian felt something was wrong.

He is so hot, he wants to go out and enjoy the cool air.

Duan Qichi stopped him, "Why are you going?"

Ji Xuemian felt dizzy, "Cold wind..."

Duan Qichi clicked his tongue, "Aren't you afraid of getting sick? You don't love yourself, I love you."

Ji Xuemian shook his head, wanting to go out regardless.

Duan Qichi simply picked him up by the waist and put him on the couch.

Only then did I add another sentence, "Can you be good?"