After being captured by the old enemy

"Why did you come here?"

As soon as the car door was closed, a large number of curious and hot eyes were blocked, Ji Xingjue fell down on the seat and glanced at Qi Qing.

The adjutant Dammel, who had a double-sided relationship, was driving in front and turned his head politely to say hello.

Qi Qing leaned against the seat of the suspension car, lowered her head and took off her gloves, and raised her eyelids when she heard the sound: "I can't come?"

Ji Xingjue replied honestly: "I just think that you should not be interested in my lectures."

Qi Qing snorted softly, threw the gloves casually, and sat next to Ji Xingjue.

He is tall and tall, used to licking death and blood on the front line, with the iron and blood breath of a soldier, like a dangerous and vigilant cheetah, with a heavy and heavy momentum, ordinary people will feel intimidated.

Ji Xingjue was not afraid, but felt that Qi Qing's presence was a little too obvious, so he couldn't help but leaned to the side.

There are quite a few seats on the suspension car, why does Qi Qing have to sit next to him?

"As you said, the data of advanced bionics were destroyed long ago."

Just thinking about it, Qi Qing said suddenly: "Where did you get the samples for the research you did?"

Ji Xingjue was stunned, and said amusedly: "Most of the samples are provided by the military, and I can't mention the secret part. Well, you are the boss of the military department. If you are really curious, you can go back and look for internal information."

He was frank and frank, Qi Qing couldn't see anything, and frowned suspiciously.

Ji Xingjue changed the subject in a timely manner: "It's not time for the dinner, where are we going?"

Qi Qing glanced at his long-wearing constant temperature clothes with disgust: "I'll change clothes for you."

Ji Xingjue had basically zero experience in attending social banquets, so he didn't think about it at all, and suddenly realized: "It's time to change."

...but he has no money.

As if hearing Ji Xingjue's voice, the corners of Qi Qing's lips curled up, and her body, which was ready for battle at any time, relaxed a little, leaning back: "It doesn't cost you."

He tilted his head and raised his chin slightly: "I will pay for it, and you will pay for it."

The face close at hand is handsome and cold, full of strong aggression, and is an absolute hunter.

When the lips curled into a smile, there was a heart-thumping beauty and charm, enough to dazzle the prey.

Ji Xingjue blinked, thinking, Qi Qing has really grown up.

The suspension car drove for a long time, and finally stopped at a shop at the end of a street.

Qi Qing led Ji Xingjue directly into the store. From the outside, the store's facade was not too big, and it didn't fit the noble status of Marshal. It was even more narrow when entering. There are hangers full of exquisite handmade clothes, but no one is at the front desk.

Seeing the strangeness, Qi Qing went straight to the inner door and knocked with two fingers: "Uncle Charles, I'm coming in."

Ji Xingjue withdrew his gaze from looking around, and was stunned: "Uncle Charles?"

Behind the door was the continuous sound of "Kacha Kacha", accompanied by the sound of the machine, and "Come in".

The two entered the house, and the owner named Charles was sitting in front of an ancient sewing machine, wearing glasses, stepping on the pedal, carefully sewing the last stitch, and raised his head with a smile: "Come on, there is Xiao Ji. Haha, Xiao Qi made a special trip the day before yesterday and said that he wanted to make some clothes for people, but I wondered who it was for, so it was you."

Ji Xingjue didn't notice Qi Qing's uncomfortable expression, and smiled at Charles: "It's been a long time, Uncle Charles."

Old Charles is one of the most famous hand-made tailors in the imperial capital. He used to serve Qi's family exclusively. He has lived in Qi's family for more than ten years, and Charles is also responsible for the clothes.

However, after moving away from Qi's house, he never saw Charles again.

It's inconvenient to mention this topic, Charles pushed his glasses, turned around and brought over the dress on the hanger: "The dress is ready, do you want to try it now?"

Qi Qing said "hmm".

Charles nodded with a smile: "I also have an appointment with a guest. It should be here soon. I'll go outside to entertain you. You guys try it first. I'll make changes if it doesn't fit."

With Charles' departure, this small space seemed to become smaller, even the air flow became extremely slow, and Qi Qing's sense of existence became more and more distinct.

There is a small fitting room next to it, and Ji Xingjue consciously picked up the dress: "I'll try it on."

While changing clothes, he was still a little bit guilty.

The tailor hadn't even measured his body. Would the clothes fit?

Didn't expect it to fit.

The fabric is comfortable, well-cut, and fits the body line. Ji Xingjue changed his clothes and walked out, wondering, "Did you use your authority to check my medical report?"

Qi Qing leaned against the wall, looked at him, and snorted disdainfully: "Is it necessary?"

Ji Xingjue has been wearing it casually, as long as the clothes are clean and comfortable, no matter how old they look, he will not dislike them, he is lazy and unrestrained, now he puts on a well-fitting dress, and his superior body line is pinched out, like a polished gem , regained its dazzling brilliance.

Qi Qing stared at him with dim eyes.

Ji Xingjue felt uncomfortable again, and looked left and right in front of the mirror suspiciously: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Qi Qing didn't say a word, he took a few steps forward, knelt down on one knee, and stretched out his hand to help Ji Xingjue stretch the uneven corner of his clothes.

Ji Xingjue was so frightened by his kneeling, he couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm going to lose my life, please get up, I'll do it myself."

Qi Qingai glanced at him indifferently, then straightened his trouser legs.

There was chatter and laughter between Charles and the guests outside, Ji Xingjue was really uncomfortable now, he froze into a stone, and tried to joke in a relaxed tone: "Master Marshal, you look a little scary , as if he is about to pull out a ring and propose in the next second."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Qing seemed to smile.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Ji Xingjue's heart.

Sure enough, the next moment, Qi Qing took out a ring from her bosom, and said slowly: "How do you know, I'm not proposing?"

"...Because we have already obtained the certificate," Ji Xingjue said sincerely, and looked down at him, curious and innocent, "Do you still have to do such a complete set of acting?"

With the smile on Qi Qing's lips back, she directly put the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, her expression returned to indifference: "Put it on, don't take it off."

There is a cold thing on the finger, the size is just right, not loose or tight.

Ji Xingjue looked down. This "wedding ring" was completely black and thinner than ordinary rings. It had no gemstone inlays or other embellishments. The material could not be seen, but it was polished very carefully. Under the light, it could be vaguely seen. To the carved dark veins flow.

Ji Xingjue felt that the material looked familiar, but he couldn't remember what it was.

Qi Qing sat on the sofa, her long legs curled up slightly in grievance, and she closed her eyes, apparently not intending to explain.He twirled the ring with two fingers, thought "forget it", so he didn't ask, and just put it on.

Fortunately, after receiving the guests quickly, Charles came in again, breaking the atmosphere of silence: "How is it? Is there anything that needs to be changed?"

Ji Xingjue shook his head: "No, your craftsmanship is even better than before."

Charles proudly touched his beard: "That is."

After packing the remaining few clothes, the two returned to the suspension car.

Damel sneaked around the regional exchange forum, and when he saw the two came back, he winked and said: "Marshal, you and your wife seem to have shocked many people's eyes."

Qi Qing glanced blankly: "They are idle and have nothing to do, and you are idle and have nothing to do?"

Damel was shocked, saluted with a slap, shut up and returned to the driver's seat, and drove to the palace conscientiously.

The party is about to begin.

Qi Qing urged: "Follow me closely, don't talk to strangers casually, don't leave with strangers, and don't drink wine handed by strangers."

Ji Xingjue was stunned by a string of "don'ts", and he raised his hands in surrender: "Maybe you don't trust my IQ, but I'm a 28-year-old adult."

Qi Qing observed Ji Xingjue for a while with the eyes of a small robot before she could barely trust him.

The Royal Palace is located in the very center of Ankara. This majestic and magnificent palace is known as the "Heart of Ankara". The stars rise at the highest point like the moon. Even at night, the golden roof still shines, and there are countless exquisite reliefs. With arched windows adorning huge palaces, luxurious and pompous.

Although it is in line with the aesthetics of His Majesty today, this palace was built in the previous dynasty.

More than 100 years ago, the tyrant of the Landa Empire committed suicide in prison, and the Glorious Empire was established. Since then, the palace has been renamed.

The suspension car landed outside the palace, Ji Xingjue was mentally prepared, and got off the car with Qi Qing.

Surrounded by the fragrance of clothes and temples, there was a lot of laughter at first, but after the two of them appeared together, they were instantly dead silent.

Ji Xingjue's skill of pretending to be stupid and pretending to be stupefied has been perfected. He pretended to be a pendant worn by the Marshal on his waist, and followed Qi Qing as if nothing had happened, and walked into the glorious hall.

Qi Qing looked indifferent, and didn't care about the eyes glued to her body. When she realized that Ji Xingjue had fallen behind, she deliberately slowed down her pace, waiting for him to walk side by side with her.

The conductor of the orchestra was intoxicated by the music. The moment he saw the two of them, he almost dropped the baton in his hand.

The oncoming waiter was holding the tray firmly, raised his head and almost knocked over the red wine.

The nobleman who paid attention to manners opened his mouth wide and shook his head violently, his wig was in jeopardy.

Ji Xingjue thought about it for a while, and felt that it was justifiable.

After all, he also felt that the first thing Qi Qing would do when he returned to the imperial capital was to fuck him—literally.

So seeing them walking together peacefully, it is inevitable that they will live together stupidly.

The petrochemical magic power of the combination of the two saved a lot of hypocritical conversations. Ji Xingjue observed the surrounding dignitaries with great interest, and commented: "The defense is weak."

The marshal was quite disdainful: "What a fuss."

In the strange atmosphere, His Majesty the Emperor arrived late.

In this era when the average person is 60 years old, His Majesty, who is only [-] years old, is in the prime of his life, with a healthy body. Although he has specially grown a beard on his face, he can vaguely see his handsome foundation.

His Majesty loves precious stones, wine and banquets, and is already slightly drunk. Tonight's dance is about to begin, and he is waiting for the emperor's order.

However, the emperor did not start the dance immediately, which was rare. He looked at Qi Qing with a smile, and because he was a little drunk, he didn't notice who was beside him, so he waved to Qi Qing: "Qi Qing, remember what I said for you?" Ready for a surprise?"

A few well-dressed aristocratic girls hid in the crowd, and looked shyly and timidly at this side, preparing to walk out of the crowd after the emperor finished speaking, and be the most dazzling one tonight.

Qi Qing had expected it a long time ago, without moving her eyebrows, she took a few steps forward: "The surprise you prepared?"

The emperor smiled and said: "You are not young anymore. Now that the situation on the front line is calmer, it is time to consider marriage. Your father and I are good friends. He is gone. Of course, I have to help you preside over the marriage. There are many emperors in the capital tonight. The ladies are here for you, you have to choose one as your wife, don't disappoint my kindness."

Qi Qing and the emperor looked at each other with dim eyes for a few seconds, then smiled slowly.

"Maybe I have to live up to your kindness," he bowed apologetically, and said with regret, "otherwise my wife won't forgive me."

The wife next to me thought with a toothache: No, I am happy to forgive.

The emperor specially prepared this party, just to make Qi Qing unable to refuse in full view, and he couldn't help being surprised when he heard the sound: "Your wife?"

The aristocratic officials who were still waiting to sell their children seemed like cold water had been poured into the boiling oil, and they all boiled: "Marshal is married?"

"When did this happen!"

"Marshal Qi didn't leave the imperial capital for seven years..."

The emperor looked around, still in disbelief: "Your wife? Is she here tonight?"

"Yes." Qi Qing nodded calmly, "He has always been by my side."

In front of everyone, he turned his head to look at Ji Xingjue, his light-colored eyes unblinking, and introduced seriously: "This is my marshal's wife."

Facing the sight that was about to shoot himself into a hole, Ji Xingjue smiled awkwardly at everyone: "... Hello everyone, it's a pleasure to meet you in this capacity."