After being captured by the old enemy

Of course there is no one left.

The next journey was unimpeded, and no one came to stop it.

Everyone secretly looked at the backs of Qi Qing and Ji Xingjue, racked their brains, and finally found the reason why the marshal blocked Ji Xingjue from drinking: Oh!Is this to teach Ji Xingjue a lesson for his drunken madness?

Ji Xingjue had no time to figure out what the group of people behind were thinking.

After Qi Qing drank the glass of wine, his heart lifted slightly, and he got closer nervously, observing his expression: "Are you okay?"

Qi Qing walked steadily, staring straight ahead, very ungrateful: "I have always been very good."

Ji Xingjue sighed: "Marshal, although you may not believe it, you are drunk."

Qi Qing snorted heavily: "How is that possible!"

Ji Xingjue stopped silently, and watched Qi Qing walk into the suspension vehicle with her head held high and her arms and legs together, her forehead began to ache.

Damel followed behind, not noticing the abnormality, puzzled: "Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Xingjue got into the car with him, looked at the back seat sitting upright, showing no abnormal emotion at all, and stretched out three fingers: "I tell you a very sad news."

Damel: "?"

"Three, two, one."

Ji Xingjue counted down three seconds slowly, his face was extremely calm, before Qi Qing fell to the ground with a bang, he reached out to support his crooked body, and looked at the stunned adjutant: "Your Marshal is drunk."

Since the first time she secretly drank a glass of the Duke's wine in middle school, Qi Qing's drinking capacity has not increased with age.

After so many years, it is still a cup.

Moreover, the quality of the wine is extremely poor, childish and domineering after drunk.

I don't know if there is any progress in this area.

Damel's eyes widened in astonishment, and he stared in disbelief at the officer's face that seemed to have fallen into slumber, and suddenly realized: "So that's the case! No wonder the marshal never drinks with us, everyone thought..."

"Think he's putting on airs and won't get close to you?" Ji Xingjue laughed knowingly, "That's a big misunderstanding, your marshal has always had such a temper since he was a child."

Damel touched the terminal excitedly.

"Hush," Ji Xingjue flattened the seat, supported Qi Qing with one hand and suggested without raising his head, "Colonel Damel, I give you a piece of advice, don't tell anyone how much he drinks."

Otherwise, with Qi Qing's awkward temper, the scene would probably be quite exciting.

Damel: "..."

Damel put down his hand decisively.

The suspension car started slowly and drove towards the Marshal's Mansion.

Qi Qing was drunk immediately, lying quietly, the usually indifferent and majestic Marshal looked extraordinarily soft and easy to rub.

Qi Qing graduated from the military academy. When she led the army to fight at a very young age, she was looked down upon by many people. It was too troublesome to subdue one by one. The sentence "Let's go together" aroused the enthusiasm of the crowd. One of the beaten ones, who has followed Qi Qing for many years, has never seen Qi Qing like this, and he can't help but feel a little itchy.

After setting up the target address, he couldn't help sneaking peeks, moved his feet, and wandered around to try to kill himself: "Marshal... are you really drunk?"

Attending a dinner party, I didn't even get a drop of wine. Ji Xingjue was a little thirsty, so he turned around and took a bottle of water, unscrewed it and took a sip.

It was only after Dammel intended to poke the unattainable and handsome face of Marshal Marshal, and was almost broken by Qi Qing, who was instantly alert, that he smiled and said slowly: "Colonel, you seem to be What misunderstanding did you Marshal have?"

Feelings of love after being drunk will not reduce the force value, it will only be more terrifying.

Dammel rescued his hand with a groan, grinned and touched his dislocated arm, snapped back to his bones, and said with a frowning face, "Why did you send the marshal back to the room at that moment?"

Seeing Qi Qing receding back to his seat, with a quiet, obedient and harmless appearance, Ji Xingjue couldn't help being mean, and poked at him: "If it's really impossible, you can send two security robots over later, your marshal No matter how steel and iron the bone is, it should also break the real copper skin and iron bone..."

poked it.

Ji Xingjue was ready to be dislocated with a click, felt the unimpeded soft touch, and lowered his head in surprise.

Qi Qing clutched his wrist, opened her eyes, tilted her head and stared at him for a while, wondering if she recognized him, then closed her eyes again, her eyelashes drooping like two butterfly wings , flapped gently, breathing shallowly, and unconsciously rubbed his cheek against the back of his hand.

Like a coquettish dog.

Damel stared at it for a while, and asked enviously: "Can the marshal recognize you, ma'am?"

Ji Xingjue curled up his fingers, and thought for a while: "Come over and try again? He should be completely drunk, and he doesn't know who he is."

Damel rubbed his arm that was still hurting, feeling lingering fear, and kept away: "No, no, since the Marshal is not aggressive towards you, I will trouble you to take care of the Marshal first."

Seeing the adjutant strolling back to the driver's seat, Ji Xingjue lowered his head in puzzlement, looked at the marshal's unrecognizable brows and eyes, and tried to pull his wrist back.

Although Qi Qing was drunk, her hands were like iron tongs, refusing to let go.

Ji Xingjue gave up struggling helplessly: "Your wine taste is the same as your alcohol capacity, so you really have no progress."

Qi Qing let out a snort from her nasal cavity.

The Imperial Palace is not far from the Marshal's Mansion. Within 10 minutes, the hover car passed through the security alarm system and stopped at the gate.

Damel didn't dare to get too close to Qi Qing, but glanced at Ji Xingjue's thin figure, and leaned over, ready to help.

Ji Xingjue shook his head, helped Qi Qing to the door, and Damel came over again: "Need to swipe the marshal's biocode, right? I'll help!"

With a beep, the scanner moved away from Ji Xingjue's eyes, the red light turned green, and the door automatically opened with a click.

Damel couldn't believe it—Qi Qing's vigilance was extremely high, and she also relied on her sense of danger to lead them out of danger and win the final victory.

But he actually gave Ji Xingjue the residence authority?

As soon as the door opened, a half round head popped out from behind, blinking and exclaiming in surprise: "papa, mama, welcome home!"

"Hey, the little guy is not charging." Damel recovered from the shock, and after hearing this sound, he realized something belatedly.

The little robot crawled out of the room and clung to Ji Xingjue's trousers and praised him gentlemanly: "Mama, you look really nice today."

"Thank you." Ji Xingjue lightly kicked it with his toes, "Go and get some hot towels for your dad."

The little robot obediently got back into the house and ran up the stairs bouncing around.

Ji Xingjue had a bit of a headache, and turned his head to explain to the adjutant why a robot called him "mama", but Damel stared at him in surprise, and asked with a complicated expression: "Madam...you, you are the son of the Marshal His mother?"

"..." Ji Xingjue forced a smile, "It's enough to call her a mentally handicapped mother, and you can call her another name."

Damel's expression became serious, his eyes completely changed when he looked at him, and he gave a military salute: "Your officer understands."

"what?"

Damel didn't answer.

He stopped, and the last trace of vigilance towards Ji Xingjue dissipated in his heart, and he handed over Qi Qing to him with confidence: "Marshal doesn't like his private area to be disturbed by outsiders, so I won't go in. If you have any questions, you can contact him at any time." I."

Damel left after finishing speaking, Ji Xingjue was still supporting Qi Qing, unable to keep her, so he continued to drag Qi Qing upstairs.

This is the star of the empire, who cherishes animals. Ji Xingjue didn't dare to greet him casually, so he carefully moved him back to the room, put him on the bed, woke up the night light next to him, and twitched his hand again: "Shouldn't you let me go?"

Qi Qing remained motionless.

Ji Xingjue had an idea, and changed his rhetoric: "I'll get you a towel to wipe, you stink."

Qi Qing immediately frowned, and slowly loosened her strength while hesitating.

Seeing him so easy to coax, Ji Xingjue couldn't help laughing.

He didn't expect that he could use the previous method to coax him when he was drunk. He was too familiar with dealing with such affection.

He pulled back his wrist triumphantly, stretched his muscles and bones, and curled his mouth: "I'm sorry, Marshal, it's not convenient for me to wipe it for you. Let your son do his filial piety. I'm leaving."

After speaking, Ji Xingjue turned around and wanted to leave. Anyway, no matter how mentally retarded the little robot is, it is still no problem to take care of people.

Unexpectedly, before the steps could be taken, a huge force suddenly came from his waist, and the world was spinning before his eyes. Ji Xingjue had no time to react, he was dragged onto the bed in a daze, fell onto Qi Qing, and found a support in a panic Click, and press it on Qi Qing's belly.

In addition to the stiff fabric texture of the military uniform, his subordinates can also vaguely feel the tight, hard and well-defined abdominal muscles underneath.

Ji Xingjue inexplicably felt a little hot, so he quickly took it back.

This time Qi Qing grabbed him with precise and ruthless strength, as if she was a little angry.

Ji Xingjue overturned on the spot, was dumbfounded for a few seconds, and raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, let me go, I'll go to the bathroom to get a towel."

Qi Qing didn't believe his nonsense and pretended to be dead.

Ji Xingjue didn't dare to move, for fear of damaging the body of Marshal Jingui, he advised him kindly: "Are you going to imprison me like this for a night? Obviously, there will be two results, one is that you will be imprisoned by me in the middle of the night Breathless, one is that you will kill me when you wake up tomorrow morning..."

The delirious Marshal thought he was annoying, so he stretched out his other hand to cover his mouth.

Ji Xingjue murmured twice, unable to laugh or cry.

Still a little bit of progress, not as easy to deceive as before.

Just thinking about how to get rid of this dilemma, a hot towel was handed in front of him. The little robot looked up at the two of them, and stretched its mechanical arm: "mama, use this!"

Sensing that Qi Qing's strength had loosened a bit, Ji Xingjue lowered his head and smiled: "You are really your father's good son."

Being attacked by the father and son on both sides, Ji Xingjue had no choice but to take the towel, wipe Qi Qing's cheeks and neck, and his eyes fell on the tightly buttoned military uniform that looked cold and restrained. He hesitated and asked: "Let your son Come?"

Qi Qing frowned and snorted.

Fine.

Qi Qing who is drunk is "those who follow me will prosper", and after waking up, "those who go against me will die", Ji Xingjue sighed in despair, and can only pray that Qi Qing wakes up tomorrow morning and can forget it completely. Comparing with him.

The military uniforms of the empire are quite exquisite and handsome. Every year, many people can be tricked into voluntarily joining the army by relying on publicity photos. Even the buttons are made of a special ore, which is dark and extremely hard, symbolizing the will of the imperial soldiers not to be urged.

Ji Xingjue helped Qi Qing take off his jacket and military boots before unbuttoning his shirt inside.

Unlike Ji Xingjue, who sits in an office all the year round, which makes him appear pale and thin, what is revealed in front of his eyes is a strong body full of masculine charm. The healthy complexion has a lustrous beauty under the light. The shape of the abdominal muscles is distinct, but not too exaggerated. The thin muscles are attached to the texture, and every line is perfect.

Ji Xingjue once again felt from the bottom of his heart that the Marshal's body is much more perfect than those bionics that consume a lot of resources and are created with the golden ratio.

With pure admiration, when the towel wiped the scar on Qi Qing's waist, he paused for a moment, and his movements were much softer.

"Why do you have to join the army? It's not bad to hang around in a dawdly way like those dandies in the imperial capital." Ji Xingjue was talking to himself, and he wiped it off again and again. When he raised his head, his eyes fell into it. In those pale eyes.

Ji Xingjue: "..."

Qi Qing: "..."

In an instant, Ji Xingjue's back felt hairy!

He withdrew his hand: "Misunderstanding! Marshal, please rest assured, I don't have the slightest covetous heart for your body!"

He dropped the towel and wanted to slip away, but this time he couldn't.

Qi Qing moved much faster than him, grabbed his wrist and exerted more force, and Ji Xingjue fell back on the bed again.

With a scorching body temperature coming from behind, Qi Qing gently pressed her head against the back of his neck, her warm breath sprayed on the skin, and the faint smell of alcohol enveloped her, as if she had said something.

The room was silent, and the little robot probably went to the charging port to continue its life.

Realizing that Qi Qing was still drunk, Ji Xingjue subconsciously relaxed his breathing.

After waiting for a moment, the grip on his wrist was slowly relaxed, and he sat up tentatively, wanting to take the opportunity to leave.

Qi Qing didn't grab him back vigorously, he seemed to be extremely tired, holding his wrist loosely, and said something vaguely.

This time Ji Xingjue heard it clearly.

What Qi Qing said was: "Don't go, brother."

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