After being captured by the old enemy

After the front line is over, it's time to return to the imperial capital.

Originally, Qi Qing habitually wanted to bring along the most reliable Dammel, but Ji Xingjue turned his eyes.

Ji Xingjue strongly condemned Qi Qing's actions: "Please don't dismantle the mandarin ducks."

Qi Qing: "?"

How can there be mandarin ducks?

Ji Xingjue was quite shocked: "You can't miss Damer and Tian Luo, right?"

Qi Qing was puzzled: "What happened to them?"

Ji Xingjue: "..."

Qi Qing pondered for a while, and rarely hesitated: "Isn't it friendship in the war?"

Ji Xingjue fell silent.

He understood.

Comrade Qi Xiaobao is extremely insensitive to other people's feelings, just like he couldn't see the atmosphere of An Hong and An Tang when they were in the alliance, and he couldn't detect the ambiguous atmosphere of Damel and Tian Luo.

I just love to drink dry vinegar between the two of them.

However, the marshal is still very reasonable. After Ji Xingjue analyzed the relationship between Damel and Tian Luo for him, he lowered his head and blocked Ji Xingjue's mouth to prevent him from sipping "Damel" from the left and "" from the right" Your Excellency Adjutant".

The small problem before departure was resolved, the two took Dandan, Dandan hugged Huahua, and the family of four boarded the journey back to the imperial capital harmoniously.

The only pity is that after many days of twists and turns, the broken flower is still alive.

Ji Xingjue was very embarrassing.

Qi Qing had no choice but to guard against Ji Xingjue carefully, holding him by the back of the neck and leading him away, feeling like a cat grinding its paws and staring at the potted plants at home, ready to yell at any time.

In the past few months, Alder also cleared out the saints in the rear, and everything was orderly and orderly again.

Stepping into the land of the imperial capital again, Ji Xingjue felt as if he had passed away.

With the protection of the front line, although there are riots in the rear, it has not been affected by the war, as usual, without any change.

The two originally wanted to meet Mrs. Yu Tong first, but unexpectedly they were rejected.

Mrs. Yu Tong is researching a new drug, and the research is just at a critical stage, and she needs to keep an eye on the reaction of the experiment. Hearing that Qi Qing and Ji Xingjue have returned with all hands and feet, and no arms or legs, they are relieved on the spot, ruthless She sincerely refuses to be disturbed by anyone, including her own son.

Qi Qing: "..."

Ji Xingjue patted Qi Qing's shoulder comfortingly: "Madam still loves you."

Qi Qing was silent for a while, and asked suddenly: "If your research is at a critical stage and I fall into the water, do you choose to study or me?"

After being married for a whole year and still being asked this kind of question, last night when they were having sex, Ji Xingjue was dumbfounded, he was speechless for a while, and nodded affirmatively: "Of course I choose you!"

Who made you Xiaobao?

Qi Qing feels a little satisfied.

The two changed directions and went to meet Alder together.

The problems that His Majesty the new emperor will face are like a hodgepodge of all sorts, especially the glaring fiscal deficit, which is a big headache at a glance.

The emails on the light brain can't be seen at a glance, and the density is so dense that people feel frightened. The physical documents on the table are piled up into mountains—whether it is the problems left by the previous emperor or the troubles caused by the Holy Order. His Majesty the Emperor drank a pot, and he couldn't settle it after a few years.

With two huge dark circles under his eyes, Alder greeted the two with a dying breath.

Ji Xingjue: "..."

I suddenly felt that it was good to die early when I was a prince.

Of course, he dared not say this in front of Qi Qing.

When leaving the palace, Ji Xingjue couldn't help sighing: "Being an emperor is not as good as being a university teacher."

Auld was entangled in the palace with heavy official duties, and he couldn't move a step away. Ji Xingjue felt that his life would be shortened just by looking at those things.

Qi Qing pinched his face funny.

The Marshal's Mansion was repaired and maintained by Alder, and the statue of the former emperor was removed from the fountain at the entrance.

Immediately it became more eye-catching.

When returning home, Ji Xingjue noticed this and thought of such a person: "Where is our former Majesty?"

Qi Qing replied: "Spiritual sanatorium."

After being tormented by Harlem, he has been completely trapped in a terrifying dream, and he has suffered the consequences of himself. Alder is also powerless, and his mood is very complicated.

However, these royal anecdotes have nothing to do with the two of them, so Ji Xingjue just asked casually, not interested in them.

Now the situation is reversed. After the frontline battle, it is relatively free, but the imperial capital is busy, and the military department also has a lot of affairs waiting for Qi Qing to deal with.

Ji Xingjue felt sorry for the Marshal.

General Rand, the military supporter of the original bionic project, is now facing charges. Although at Ji Xingjue's request, Auld promised to deal with it leniently, it is impossible for Rand to return to the military.

The person in charge of the military department skipped a few levels and was directly taken over by Qi Qing, so some things were easier to handle.

On the second day after returning to the imperial capital, Ji Xingjue strolled to the laboratory that he hadn't been to for a long time after Qi Qing went to work, and greeted Cicely's slap on the table with a smile: "You still know to come back! Where's Song Mei? Where did you die again!"

Ji Xingjue calmly listened to her scolding him without embarrassment for 5 minutes before realizing something was wrong.

Let Madam Cicely continue to scold like this, she may be able to scold till dark.

So he handed out the document in his hand and said with a smile, "Look."

Cicely took the file suspiciously, drank water to moisten her throat, opened the file, and glanced at it: "Pfft!"

Ji Xingjue said leisurely: "As you can see, since I have been away for too long, and Professor Cicely can take the lead, starting today, you are the person in charge of this project."

Cicely: "..."

Ji Xingjue escaped from the laboratory in time to avoid being murdered by poisonous hands.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into the principal whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Leaving Longtan and entering Tiger's Den, it happened to be the start of the new semester, so Ji Xingjue was directly arrested and went back to prepare for the start of classes.

When Qi Qing came back at night, Ji Xingjue teased the little robot and made such a remark to Qi Qing.

Qi Qing rolled up her sleeves, took out vegetables from the refrigerator, and was about to make dinner, when she heard this, she hummed calmly: "Alright."

Marshal worked hard all day and had to cook when he came back. Ji Xingjue had a conscience, so he went over and volunteered: "Let me cook dinner."

Qi Qing avoided his hand, leaned over and touched his cheek with her lips, her voice was magnetic and deep, resounding in her ears, very lethal: "Ah Xing, don't murder your husband."

Ji Xingjue: "..."

These words are also very lethal.

Ji Xingjue felt that his self-esteem was frustrated, so he decided to take time to learn how to cook.

With his ability, could it be that he can't even handle a mere kitchen?

Early the next morning, the two got up and went to work together.

After breakfast, Qi Qing rolled Ji Xingjue into her car as a matter of course.

Ji Xingjue blinked, and wanted to laugh when he remembered the time when he just got married: "Marshal, is this the way?"

Qi Qing pursed her lower lip uncomfortably, and became more honest under Ji Xingjue's training: "Send you off."

Not only sent it, but also delivered it to the gate of the teaching building. After watching the person get off the car and watching his back go away, he was willing to leave.

Ji Xingjue's nearly one-year absence was wiped out by Qi Qing calmly, and he only claimed that he was doing research on the front line and would not be able to return for a while in case of war.

As soon as the class started, the school's communication forum exploded.

Ji Xingjue's class was the last one. As soon as the class bell rang, he walked outside the classroom, touched his Adam's apple, looked around at the students who were jammed up three floors outside the classroom, and patted the last student with a smile. shoulder, with a soft voice: "This classmate, please excuse me."

A group of Xunsheng who came to see the excitement turned around, and the noisy atmosphere fell silent.

There is obviously a reason why Professor Ji made the Marshal so nervous. He is wearing a more formal shirt and trousers. He is like a bamboo, tall and straight, elegant and handsome. No matter his actions or speech, there is a lingering feeling. Elegant and calm, the corners of his eyes are slightly bent, and his tears are scorching.

Looking at Ji Xingjue from a close distance, the student froze for a moment, and called out in a low voice, "Professor Ji, Ji."

A soft whisper came from behind: "It looks so good-looking."

"It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful teacher."

Ji Xingjue glanced over there, and said mercilessly: "Student, please respect the teacher."

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

Only then did Ji Xingjue calmly walk into the classroom, and when he didn't notice the swelling number of people in the classroom, he calmly began to teach.

In one class, apart from the students in the original class, there were also a bunch of non-students, and the door was full of people who came to pay their respects to Professor Ji.

Although being surrounded by people like flowers, Ji Xingjue is very tolerant towards this group of students. After all, he has been in the front line for a long time. Seeing the green onion students on campus who are so tender that they can pinch water, it is like getting into a colorful flower bush. Can be much better.

At the end of a class, there were only a few people inside and outside the classroom. A group of students buzzed around and greeted in one go: "Teacher, we are so worried about you!"

"Professor, where have you been before? I thought I would never be able to take your class again before graduation."

"Teacher, what's the front line like! Can that Holy Order really eat people?"

……

Ji Xingjue was surrounded tightly, he raised his hand dumbfoundedly, motioned them to be quiet, and replied slyly: "Unfortunately, all of you are asking confidential questions, if you want to know the answer, you can go to the military headquarters to find Marshal Qi Qing , or ask His Majesty the Emperor."

students:"……"

This direction was blocked, and a bunch of new questions poured in, including but not limited to "how is the teacher's health?" "teacher, can I ask you to be the instructor for my graduation thesis".

For those who are bolder, ask directly: "Professor Ji, do you still accept students? I want to join your school."

There was Harlem in the front, and Esther in the back. Ji Xingjue had already had a great psychological shadow on the admission of students, and he waved his hand seriously and refused: "No, no, it's not suitable."

Another very radical voice came from the crowd: "Then when will your marriage with Marshal Qi Qing end?"

This kind of question is very offensive.

Even Ji Xingjue had a good temper, so he frowned slightly when he heard it. Just as he was about to answer, the door suddenly fell silent.

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, the students around the podium looked blankly.

Marshal Qi Qing, who was supposed to be in charge of the military headquarters, unexpectedly appeared at the door, wearing a neat marshal uniform, with a serious imposing manner, and a face so cold that no relatives would recognize him.

Apparently heard that question.

Seeing that Ji Xingjue also turned his head back, his face softened a little: "Is get out of class over?"

Ji Xingjue looked at the marshal with great interest, and nodded: "Why are you here?"

Qi Qing indifferently glanced at this group of students with malicious intentions, raised her hand, and signaled Ji Xingjue to look at the things in her hand: "You forgot to take the bento I made for you this morning."

students:"……"

The students seemed to be struck by lightning.

This, could it be, the legendary lunch of love?

Marshal of the Empire... Give Professor Ji... a hearty lunch?

It is normal for each word to be unraveled.

But when put together, it's magical.

Ji Xingjue couldn't hold back his laughter, and couldn't hold back the smile.

But he was finally able to get away, and no one stopped him, and he walked to the door smoothly.

Qi Qing grabs his hand.

Ji Xingjue thought for a while, then looked back at the student who asked "When will your marriage end" just now, raised the hands they held together, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "Personal questions are only answered once. The answer you want."

The two left the teaching building side by side, ignoring the broken hearts of boys and girls all over the place and the campus exchange forum that was once again overwhelmed, and found a quiet corner to have lunch.

Ji Xingjue looked at the bento box with a ghostly expression on his face: "When did you prepare it?"

Qi Qing expressionless: "Last night."

Ji Xingjue hissed: "Can you eat this vinegar in advance?"

Qi Qing picked up a potato with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, and snorted softly: "This is a tactic to plan for a rainy day."

You and a group of children still pay attention to tactics——

Ji Xingjue couldn't help but laugh: "Is this why you came here specially?"

Qi Qing's tone was light: "Otherwise they will never remember that we are married."

Ji Xingjue pondered for a while, and followed Qi Qing's train of thought: "Then don't I have to go to the military headquarters too?"

Qi Qing said: "Your reputation on the front line is almost catching up to mine, everyone in the military knows it."

Ji Xingjue is modest: "Too much reputation, too much reputation."

He lowered his head again, enjoying this loving lunch, when he suddenly heard Qi Qing call: "Brother."

Ji Xingjue's heart melted.

The marshal obviously overwhelmed him, knowing that he would agree to any exaggerated request once he was called so, and even his voice became softer: "Huh?"

Qi Qing slightly approached him, calmly seducing Ji Xingjue, who was currently weak in defense: "Let's hold a make-up wedding."

Ji Xingjue was fascinated by male sex, and when he realized it, he had already released his promise.

"..." Ji Xingjue poked Qi Qing's face, "Is selling beauty also a tactic of Marshal?"

The corners of Qi Qing's lips raised slightly: "Well, the tactics are only aimed at you."

The author has something to say: Ah Xing: Please sell it vigorously, I will cover it all. (Although there is no money.) (But Marshal does not charge money XD)