After being captured by the old enemy

Although thanks to Qi Qing's arrangement of manpower in advance, the arrest went so smoothly that Ji Xingjue felt a little uneasy.

Rand has run away.

Qi Qing stared at Harlem, reported it to the emperor, and took Harlem back to the military building, locked him in the prison of the military headquarters, and began interrogation immediately.

Ji Xingjue also had some questions to ask, so he strolled into the interrogation room.

I don't know if it was intentional, Harlem glanced at Qi Qing who was the winner, and looked at Ji Xingjue with a smile: "What does the teacher want to ask? I know everything."

Ji Xingjue's head suddenly became dizzy. Marshal is good at everything, but the little problem of being jealous can't be changed. Now his complexion is not obvious, and he turns sour when he turns his head.

He hurriedly took two steps back to show his innocence: "Your Highness is joking, I am no longer your teacher."

Harlem didn't seem to be afraid of the status quo at all, with a gentle smile: "The teacher will always be my teacher. Those years at Ankara University were the most relaxing time for me."

Qi Qing half-closed her eyes, and stared at him coldly: "Really, as a reward for the teacher, your choice is to introduce the saints who have evil intentions to his laboratory?"

Harlem shrugged: "A saint? Colin was indeed recommended by me, but I didn't know he was a saint. Marshal, I admit everything I did to His Majesty the Emperor, but I don't recognize anything else."

"Is Your Highness going to admit that you have a connection with the Holy Order?" Ji Xingjue raised his eyebrows, "But you seem to have forgotten someone?"

Harlem: "Oh?"

Qi Qing leaned forward and spit out three words: "Alder."

Harlem's smile faltered.

"It seems not only dangerous to be your teacher, but also dangerous to be your elder brother." Qi Qing mocked lightly.

At the mention of Alder, Harling fell silent.

After a long time, he raised his eyebrows, and the smile that never faded from his face finally disappeared completely, and said coldly, "What do you know?"

"Marshal Qi must have been smooth sailing all his life," Harlem shrugged. "Father was once the top leader of the military. His official career was smooth and he was invincible. Even his childhood sweethearts who had fallen out with each other will soon get back together. It's really enviable...so you won't understand me."

Smooth sailing?

Qi Qing snorted lightly, he didn't intend to confide his feelings to a prisoner, so he folded his hands and said, "Your life experience is miserable, that's why you betrayed Alder to the Holy Order?"

Harlem pursed his lips, as if he had been hit by a pain point, and said after a long time, "He's too annoying."

He was brought back to the palace at the age of four, and to cover up the royal scandal, His Majesty the Emperor gave his mother a glass of poisoned wine before taking him away.

The emperor thought he was too young to remember anything, so he didn't even cover his eyes.

Bringing him back to the palace was of course not because of any residual father-son relationship, but just because he didn't want the blood of the royal family to flow out.

After all, the emperor is a place that pays attention to bloodlines.

He was brought into the labyrinthine palace, timid and didn't know what to do, the first one to show him friendliness was the eldest prince, and the eldest prince who was a few years older than him didn't know whether to take care of his younger brother or his children, He grows up.

The eldest prince has a straightforward and free-spirited temperament, and treats everyone equally. He is also of pure and noble blood, and is His Majesty's favorite son.

With Auld, His Majesty the Emperor looked down on the illegitimate child even more.

Harlem hated the royals.

But Alder was the one with the most complicated feelings for him.

"...No matter what you think, I have no intention of harming him." Harlem closed his eyes, his face was pale and indifferent, like a piece of solid ice showing his true face, "I just want to talk to him."

"You mean, you don't know that your communications have been hacked?"

Ji Xingjue tilted his head and looked at Qi Qing.

Harlem pursed his lower lip and repeated, "I didn't hand over his coordinates."

He turned to Ji Xingjue and was silent for a few seconds: "I'm sorry, teacher."

He probably didn't hand over Alder's coordinates, but he did let in the saints who came here with murderous intent.

Ji Xingjue sighed silently, patted Qi Qing's tightly clenched hand, indicating that he was fine, and said, "Are you guilty of me?"

Harlem smiled softly: "You are a very good teacher."

"Thank you," Ji Xingjue nodded, "But it doesn't seem like a good thing to be praised by you... Well, do you know what role Rand plays in the Holy Order?"

When it came to other people, Harlem didn't hesitate: "He didn't formally join the Holy Order, he just cooperated with the Holy Son in the imperial capital for the 'resurrection plan'."

Having said that, Harlem paused: "I think you already know where the fire of the resurrection plan is."

Ji Xingjue lowered his eyes and looked at his fingertips: "I'm curious why the Pope wants to kill me."

Since his body is the kindling that they have studied hard for a hundred years.

Harlem thought for a while: "I only have a cooperative relationship with the Holy Order. About this, I only learned a few words from the Pope. I guessed it. The situation should be that the Holy Son is the person who leads the experiment of the resurrection plan, but he intentionally The wrong object was revived."

"……What did you say?"

"The teacher should know the true face behind the Holy Order, so I'll just say it straight. The core of the original resurrection plan was the tyrant Carol, but the Holy Son secretly chose Prince Ludwig." Haring said, "The Holy Order Most of the high-level officials are the remnants of the royal family of the Landa Empire. After discovering that the resurrection object is not the one they want, they are very dissatisfied with the way of the Holy Son, and for a long time, these people have long been unwilling to airborne a boss for themselves. , I just want to take power for myself.”

Ji Xingjue rubbed the tip of his eyebrows.

Harlem's words are a bit too informative, and he needs to digest them.

The person who was supposed to be resurrected was a tyrant, but for some reason, the Holy Son secretly replaced it with the prince's spiritual code.

The pope was dissatisfied that the resurrected prince was the crown prince, and he was going to take power by himself, so he wanted to kill him.

The faction of the Son of God chose the Prince, and it is obvious that the Son of God is more powerful.

Ji Xingjue felt a little funny for no reason.

He actually developed some sympathy and compassion for the tyrant and the prince, shook his head and said, "Thank you, that's all I want to ask."

After Qi Qing finished listening, she stared at Harlem, remembering the question that had been left behind: "Did you use meme flowers for His Majesty the Emperor?"

Harlem suddenly bent his eyes and smiled: "That's right, I went to Dark Star several times to auction off a few plants, and all the extracted ingredients went into His Majesty's stomach."

He rested his chin and said regretfully, "Do you want to ask me the antidote? It's a pity that the meme flower is not a poison, it has addictive and hallucinogenic ingredients, and it is more like a poison that does not bring pleasure to people. Drugs, the dose I injected is too much, unless His Majesty the Emperor can learn from the Holy Order and switch out the spiritual code to change the body, otherwise he can only occasionally rely on drugs to neutralize him in this life, sober for a while, and then he is trapped in me again. In a hypnotic nightmare."

Harlem smiled happily: "It's really interesting. I searched for a long time before I found something so suitable for him."

Qi Qing watched him go crazy calmly: "Just asking by the way."

As long as His Majesty the Emperor is still alive, the morale of the frontline will not be broken.

As for the others... His Majesty the Emperor is obsessed with singing, dancing, drinking and feasting. No matter what has happened for many years, the elders will handle government affairs. There is not much difference if he is there or not.

When the interrogation came to an end, Ji Xingjue and Qi Qing left the interrogation room and ordered people to guard them strictly.

Having already met the emperor, Qi Qing didn't have to hide anymore, she probably gathered something that could be reported in the car.

At present, for the emperor, the most urgent thing is not Alder's information, but himself.

It is estimated that he has also discovered it, and soon, he will fall into Harlem's hypnotic nightmare again.

It can drive people crazy.

Ji Xingjue has no sympathy, he has a very small belly.

Finally, there were no outsiders on the hover car, Ji Xingjue stretched his waist, and lay down in Qi Qing's arms in a particularly unimpressive manner, lazily connected to the operating system of the hover car, and glanced at the set route.

It is the way from the military headquarters to the palace.

"Master Marshal," Ji Xingjue turned over and poked Qi Qing's chest slowly, "I suddenly thought, you've sent me off so many times before, did you really drop by?"

Qi Qing grabbed his troubled fingers with her left hand, browsed through the content of the report, chose to send, and looked down at Ji Xingjue: "No."

"When you first returned to the imperial capital, you ran to school every three days?"

Qi Qing also grabbed his other hand, which was about to do evil, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, without changing his face: "I saw my legal object, is there any problem?"

"Of course no problem," Ji Xingjue laughed at the words "legal object", and asked with a smile, "Then you drag me to a blind date place to propose marriage?"

Speaking of this, Qi Qing immediately lowered her face: "How many times have you been on blind date?"

Ji Xingjue smiled but said, "Seven or eight times a month? I think you should know better than me."

Qi Qing was even more upset, so she stopped talking sullenly.

Ji Xingjue couldn't help but said: "Qi Xiaobao, you are so childish."

He scratched the palm of Qi Qing's hand: "The very generous Marshal, do you know why I rejected those blind dates?"

The tips of Qi Qing's ears moved slightly, but she didn't turn her head.

Ji Xingjue gave him a funny sideways glance, and deliberately slowed down his speech: "Because of you."

Only then did Qi Qing snort in satisfaction, and turned her head back again: "You lied to me."

Ji Xingjue liked the cuteness of Marshal Death so much, he wished he could be tricked into bed, and happily kissed him on the face: "How come, when did my brother lie to you?"

"...Ji Xingjue, look at your credit value, which is worse than a fishing net, before you say this."

Well, Ji Xingjue is as good as others, and changed his rhetoric: "I definitely didn't lie to you this time."

Qi Qing looked down at him.

When Marshal stared at a person, those light-colored pupils looked extremely cold and ruthless, which always made people feel frightened, but Ji Xingjue didn't feel that, he liked Qi Qing's eyes very much, and said with a smile: "Oh, About when... I suddenly discovered that our little treasure has grown up and is taller than me."

When they were huddled together in the game cabin to play games, Qi Qing half-hugged him in his arms with a sideways body, and the hot breath hit his nostrils, which always made him unsteady in his performance.

When chatting all night, half asleep and half awake, when he opened his eyes, his eyes would unconsciously trace the profile of the handsome boy's profile in the dark, staring in a daze.

Ji Xingjue's iron tree was blooming, and he didn't know what kind of mood it was.

I missed it for many years, and when I looked back, I suddenly realized that it was called throbbing.

When Qi Qing said those words when he left the imperial capital, everyone thought that Ji Xingjue would be in a panic.

Only Ji Xingjue knew that he was waiting for Qi Qing to keep his promise and come back every day, waiting for this revenge.

The author has something to say: Yes, this is a two-way crush XD