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    "Qi Yan!"

    Ji Chutao managed to get away from a group of male goblins, her cheeks were flushed, she panted and stepped forward quickly, her voice was soft with embarrassment, "Why did you refuse to save me just now? The master is worried about humiliation, do you understand?"  where?"

    For some reason, every time he sees Ji Chutao blushing but helpless, Qi Yan feels a little better.

    The golden fan-like apricot leaves swirled down, and he said coldly: "Your Highness is enjoying it, how dare I disturb others' interest?"

    Ji Chutao opened his eyes slightly, and argued: "Which eye of yours sees, I am 'enjoyed'?"

    "Isn't Your Highness giving them a glance?"

    "Bengong is winking at you, asking you to help me out!"

    Ji Chutao stared at Qi Yan's cold and handsome profile with complicated emotions, thinking how such a strong and incomprehensible person would be her husband in the future?

    When kissing in the dream, I cried several times, could it be because of his temper that made me cry?

    Thinking of this, Ji Chutao's cheeks that had just cooled down became hot again, and she was even more shy and embarrassed than when she was surrounded by those faces begging for sex.

    It's better to let Yan Xing send those men out, it's too much of a hindrance, so that Qi Yan won't mistake her for a bad-hearted eldest princess.

    As for Qi Yan himself

    "Qi Yan, you haven't answered me yet! Are you willing to be my retainer?" Ji Chutao is very concerned about this matter. This is the first step of repaying her kindness - maintaining Qi Yan's self-esteem.

    Qi Yan stopped in his tracks, the wind flapped his dark robes, and there was a kind of awe-inspiring killing that could stand alone against thousands of troops.

    He looked down at the expectant girl, and after a long while, said calmly, "That depends on what benefits His Highness can give to the minister."

    benefit?  Ji Chutao was stopped by the question.

    Qi Yan himself is the son of the Marquis of Zhen Guo. Although the Marquis' mansion has no name because of the suppression of the elder sister, but the food and clothing are not too tight, so naturally he can't start with money and interests.

    It wasn't until this moment that Ji Chutao suddenly understood that she was not the eldest sister, she didn't have the ability to order the officials, and she couldn't give Qi Yan high-ranking officials rich salary and great power.

    Seeing that Ji Chutao has not spoken for a long time, a little self-deprecating flashed across Qi Yan's eyes, because of his expectations for that moment just now.  He said: "When His Highness has an answer, come and talk to the minister."

    After finishing speaking, he cupped his fists, turned around and walked towards his small courtyard.

    He always does his own thing, like a rebellious lone wolf, Ji Chutao never restrains him with orders from above.

    She looked at the straight and strong back, thoughtfully: But what exactly does Qi Yan want?

    ?It was colder and colder every day in late autumn, before Ji Chutao had time to take Qi Yan to appreciate the prosperity of the Kyoto city well, he was blocked by a long cold rain in the mansion.

    On such a cold day, Ji Shu came.

    When it comes to autumn and winter, Ji Shu is always suffering from old illnesses.  The well-behaved and handsome servant held the umbrella and put up the skirt for her, so as not to let the rain wet her at all. Even so, her face was still as pale as transparent, with black hair and fox fur. The only bright color on her body was the cool red  lip.

    "Second Sister Huang, why are you here in such a cold day?" Remembering that Ji Shu was afraid of the cold, Ji Chutao hurriedly ordered the palace maid to heat up the charcoal basin.

    "You let the noodles I sent you out of the house. They have nowhere to go. They come to my house every day to cry and complain, which is very disturbing." Ji Shu leaned on the couch, looking lazy, and asked with a smile, "I  Let me ask you, how is Qi Yan?"

    "Qi Yan?" Ji Chutao didn't see through the teasing in Ji Shu's eyes, just took the fat and strong raccoon slave from the second sister's arms, and stuffed a hand stove into her arms, "He's fine  ah."

    Except for the occasional coldness and inability to see through thoughts, most of the time it is peaceful.

    "How's the taste?" Ji Shu didn't hesitate, and said surprisingly, "If you don't know the taste, why leave the dozen or so beautiful men alone and spoil him alone?"

    Ji Chutao almost dropped the cup in his hand, Xing's eyes were pink, and his reaction was very green.

    Seeing her younger sister's appearance of knowing but not understanding, Ji Shu knew that she hadn't been able to sleep with Qi Yan.  That's right, the little trash is timid, and he hasn't met a man before. It's the first time he wants a man, and he has such a hard bone, how can he be able to chew on it?

    Ji Chutao didn't understand the little Jiujiu in Ji Shu's heart, and only thought that if these words reached Qi Yan's ears, he was afraid that he would be humiliated again, so she put a finger on her lips and said embarrassingly: "Two  Sister! The servants are all here, what are you talking about!"

    Ji Shu's face was full of helplessness of hating iron for being weak, and sighed with a smile: "The feeling of going was not pleasant, Qi Yan frowned slightly.

    After Qi Yan and the palace maids all retreated, Ji Chutao let out a long sigh of relief, randomly rolled those picture scrolls and stuffed them into the porcelain vat, and planned to find an opportunity to secretly take them and burn them.

    It rained intermittently all day and all night.

    It was midnight, and the lanterns of Huajie Restaurant were still on.

    Song Yuanbai yawned for a long time, smashing walnuts for fun, when the walnut meat piled up a hill on the plate, a black shadow broke in from the back window.

    Song Yuanbai threw the walnut in his hand towards the black shadow, causing a sharp wind, but the other party easily grabbed it in his hand and crushed it into crumbs.

    "Great Ancestor Qi, you've come! After eating walnuts all night, your mouth is foaming, look!" After finishing speaking, he pointed to the corner of his mouth covered in walnut crumbs.

    Qi Yan, covered in moisture, tore off the masked triangular scarf, and impatiently stretched out his hand to push Song Yuanbai's head away, his voice was also cold with rain: "Did you bring something?"

    "Bring it on, when will I worry about what you told me?" Song Yuanbai took out a black lump from his bosom and threw it to Qi Yan.

    Qi Yan caught it with one hand, Qiongqi Moyu reflected a cool luster in the candlelight.

    "Looking at your clothes, you don't lack any arms or legs. The Third Highness seems to treat you well." Song Yuanbai put his backhand on the back of the chair, looked at Qi Yan's expression, and rarely changed his tone, "Have you thought it through?  Once you use this thing, you can't go back."

    Qi Yan gathered his five fingers together, with water vapor hanging from his cold eyebrows, he sneered: "If I turn around, will Ji Concubine let the Qi family go?"

    "That's right." Song Yuanbai nodded, thinking of the intrigues in the court, he couldn't help sighing, poured a glass of wine and said, "Although King Langya has ambitions, he is almost too late. If you join forces with him, I'm afraid it will drag you down instead."

    Qi Yan rubbed the ink jade in his hand, and said: "When the young master came to the throne, if Ji Yin had the intention to usurp the throne, he should have done it eight years ago. But he has been dormant, and he has not taken any action until now."

    "I'm also very surprised at this point," Song Yuanbai seemed to think of something suddenly, "You mean"

    "What I'm interested in is not Ji Yin, but the big hand behind him." Qi Yan's eyes darkened, he hid Moyu in his arms, pulled the triangular scarf over his face, got up and said, "Let's go."

    "Qi Yan," Song Yuanbai played with the wine cup, and called him jokingly, "Have you ever thought that there is a shortcut, which is more appropriate than risking yourself"

    Qi Yan paused slightly, knowing who the "shortcut" Song Yuanbai was talking about was.

    But he didn't answer, just hesitated for a moment, then opened the window and jumped down, disappearing into the rainy night.

    The icy rain is very calming.

    I remember that when he was young, Qi Yan didn't understand why his grandfather could lead his troops north without hesitation because of a word from the emperor, and charged into battle.  Time and time again, year after year, dozens of battles, big and small, my grandfather's body as strong as iron gradually shriveled, and the scars on his body were stacked one after another, and it was almost impossible to see a piece of good flesh

    He shed the last drop of blood for Da Yin, and when he was dying, Qi Yan knelt in front of the couch and asked him: "Is it worth it?"

    The grandfather didn't answer, but asked in a weak and old voice: " Yan'er, have you met a person who will still believe in you without hesitation even if everyone in the world insults you?"

    At that time, Qi Yan's eyes were empty.

    At the age of thirteen, he followed his grandfather into and out of the battlefield, not because of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism, but pure desire to conquer.

    "Son, you don't have faith in your heart." The grandfather said straight away.

    Grandfather's "faith" is the first emperor.

    Twenty years ago, the late emperor, who was still a prince, broke into his grandfather's territory alone to ask for security. At the critical moment when the whole world was going against him, he saved the Qi family by himself.

    Grandfather has never studied, but only knows one sentence: A scholar dies for his confidant.

    For Qi Yan, it was extremely pedantic.

    The first emperor just used the Qi family to seize the heirloom and sit firmly on his dragon chair, but his grandfather couldn't see it, and was deceived again and again.

    Maybe Song Yuanbai is right, pleasing Ji Chutao is an excellent shortcut to complete the plan, that little princess is too clean and simple, with his own conditions, it is entirely possible to hold her in his hands

    But he didn't.

    Suppressing this crazy idea is probably the greatest kindness in his life.

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