After being captured by the old enemy

absurd!

In an instant, the rich and powerful who had always been at odds with each other said a word tacitly:

What are these two joking about?

But looking at Qi Qing's expression, it really doesn't look like she's joking.

Everyone was pondering over it, looking suspiciously at Ji Xingjue, who was forced to smile, with black eyes, and lack of energy, and then at Marshal who had a cold face, energetic, and eyebrows, and was suddenly blessed.

Could this be the Marshal's revenge?

Tie Ji Xingjue by his side, torture him wantonly, and then kick away when he has vented enough?

You must know that the marriage law of the empire is biased towards the strong side. When dealing with family conflicts, the empire has also inherited a very good tradition of "upright officials can hardly resolve family affairs". trivialized.

Looking at it this way, it is indeed terrifying.

Ji Xingjue didn't even call the police!

Human spirits have similar ways of thinking, the more they think about it, the more they feel that this is the case, and the more they think about it, the more they feel that this should be the case, and they all cast sympathetic looks at Ji Xingjue.

Whoever offended you was Qi Qing who held the power, and no one could save you.

Even His Majesty the Emperor couldn't help coughing lightly, feeling that Qi Qing's move was too detrimental to others.

But it is not impossible to marry Ji Xingjue.

As long as it is not the group of anti-imperial forces among the noble officials.

His Majesty the Emperor swung the wine glass, and cast a loving look at Ji Xingjue with a smile: "So it seems that the ladies in the imperial capital are not blessed. Everyone, let's raise our glasses and drink together, and toast our new couple. Bar!"

Everyone reacted and raised their glasses to greet him: "Cheers to Marshal and Mrs. Marshal!"

Ji Xingjue: "..."

This can be included in the top ten magical scenes in the imperial capital.

The lights in the banquet hall dimmed, and the symphony orchestra played melodiously.

Ji Xingjue quietly moved to the side, pretending that he was a thin piece of paper, trying to get out of the crowd without attracting attention, and after only two steps, a sudden force came from his waist, pulling him away go back.

Ji Xingjue exhaled: "Marshal, what are you doing?"

Qi Qing pursed her lips, unable to see clearly in the dim light: "The dance party has begun."

The people around all found a partner, and danced in pairs to the sound of intertwined music.

They stand still and really don't fit in well.

Ji Xingjue understood: "...but I only know how to dance male steps."

You can't let the honorable Marshal dance the female step, right?

Unexpectedly, Qi Qing put her hand on his arm, looked down at him, and raised her eyebrows: "Then do the male step."

After seeing each other for many years, and now less than three days after meeting again, Ji Xingjue sighed for the third time: Qi Qing has really grown.

In this situation where he immediately turned his face away before, he could actually force himself to do a female step in order to blend into the atmosphere of the banquet!

After Qi Qing made such a sacrifice, Ji Xingjue couldn't shirk it naturally, he reached out to put his hand on Qi Qing's thin waist politely, but felt a little hot, and was still hesitating, so Qi Qing took him first, and then Dance to the music.

The air is filled with the fragrant smell of wine, mixed with the strong smell of powder and perfume.

Ji Xingjue was so smoked that his head was dizzy, only Qi Qing's breath was clean and clear, like a handful of spring snow, he couldn't help but move closer to Qi Qing, his limbs inevitably rubbed and collided between movements, and he was obviously jumping. What he saw was a man's step, but his whole body was almost enveloped in love.

Inadvertently stepping, another footprint was left on Qi Qing's military boots.

Feeling Qi Qing's strong presence from top to bottom, Ji Xingjue laughed dryly, and explained in time for his own safety: "I'm sorry, I'm not proficient in business."

"Ankara University has a graduation ball every year, and teachers and students will be invited to go there," Qi Qingban led Ji Xingjue to turn around, and when he got closer, he got a little closer, and his warm breath sprayed in his ears, " I heard that you are very popular in school, didn't you practice more?"

Ji Xingjue's ears were a little numb, and he couldn't help raising his head to avoid it, and said honestly, "I'm not interested in that. Speaking of which, Marshal, you are the first 'lady' to dance this dance with me."

He deliberately teased, wanting to tease Qi Qing, he glanced at Feng Feng, but in the misty light, he found that Qi Qing had no shame.

On the contrary, Lord Marshal seemed to be in a good mood for some reason, the corners of his lips curled up, and his cold face showed signs of melting snow.

It's getting more and more cloudy and uncertain.

Ji Xingjue couldn't figure out the indicator of Qi Qing's mood, so he decided to let go of Qi Qing's poor foot, lowered his head and danced the next dance step seriously.

The rhythm of this dance step is basically controlled by Qi Qing, but fortunately, he is not bad-hearted in this regard, which can be considered considerate.

At the end of the song, Ji Xingjue felt more exhausted than reading the students' papers, he was relieved, and just about to find a reason to slip out, a familiar voice came from behind: "Teacher."

Qi Qing let go of Ji Xingjue, but did not move away from the hand that was on his shoulder, her eyes turned sharply.

Ji Xingjue turned around and smiled politely: "His Royal Highness, good evening."

There are three princes under His Majesty's knees, and the third prince in front of him is the youngest one. He used to study at Ankara University incognito. Ji Xingjue took him to do a project.

The third prince always smiled lightly, was approachable, and liked him very much: "Although I have already graduated, I have not been able to continue my research under your command, but you are my respected teacher, please just call me Harlem."

After finishing speaking, Harlem politely nodded to Qi Qing: "Marshal Qi Qing, Your Majesty invites you to meet him in the reception room."

Qi Qing frowned and glanced at Ji Xingjue.

Ji Xingjue was very conscious: "Don't worry, Marshal, I won't run around."

Qi Qing still frowned, her eyes wandered back and forth between the two of them, without saying a word, she turned her head and gave Damel a look, and then left with the attendants.

Ji Xingjue apologized slightly: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, he may be drunk and a bit rude."

Harlem didn't care about whether Qi Qing was rude or not. Seeing Qi Qing leave, he immediately pulled Ji Xingjue up and said quickly, "Teacher, I have something to tell you."

His Royal Highness's hands were astonishingly strong, Ji Xingjue said "Hey", and before he could refuse, he was dragged away from the banquet hall in strides.

Although His Majesty likes winter, he doesn't like the feeling of severe cold intrusion. The entire palace is shrouded in a climate control system. The temperature inside and outside the main hall is constant, and the cool breeze blows in the back garden. In full bloom, the breeze carried the fragrance of flowers on the face, even a bit comfortable and cool.

There were quite a few people hiding in the back garden avoiding the dance party. Harlem found a corner with few people, let go of Ji Xingjue's hand, and stopped talking: "Teacher, you and Marshal Qi Qing really..."

Ji Xingjue faintly showed his left hand.

His fingers were beautiful, white and slender, with well-defined joints, and the black ring was particularly conspicuous against the skin color.

Harling was speechless for a moment.

Ji Xingjue didn't mind either. After the poor prince digested it for a few seconds, he smiled and said, "Is there something wrong with pulling me out?"

Harlem opened his mouth, and swallowed back the words hesitantly. After hesitating for a few times, he chose to give up asking, and replied, "It's about Esther."

At the mention of this name, Ji Xingjue's relaxed smile disappeared, and his fingers hidden behind his back unconsciously clenched.

That familiar, strange and good-looking face came to mind again.

The other party looked at him with bent eyes, and said with a smile: "Teacher, you are wrong."

Ji Xingjue has also taken some students over the years, but only Iser is a true and unique genius.

And this genius was hijacked by star robbers on a starship half a year ago, and has since disappeared without a trace.

Ji Xingjue raised his eyes: "Any news?"

"Please don't be too sad," Harlem sighed, but he had to tell the cruel news, "A few days ago, the star salvage fleet of the sixth galaxy salvaged some starship fragments."

The empire ruled the seven major galaxies. The seventh galaxy has troops stationed all year round to guard the border of the empire. The sixth galaxy is used as a transition zone, almost a desolate marginal galaxy.

Harlem considered the words: "Due to the large degree of fragmentation, there are not many clues left, but there are faint biological data left on it. After comparing the biological database, it is basically certain... When the starship exploded, Esther was there. above."

A normal person, staying on the exploding starship, has only one result.

That is, not even a piece of bone residue can be found.

Ji Xingjue's face turned pale.

He pursed his lips hard, his voice hoarse: "Thank you, Your Highness Harlem."

"I remember that Iser has no family, and you used to take him home for dinner," Harlem sighed again, "After the fragments are sent back to the imperial capital... I'll help you erect a tombstone for him."

Ji Xingjue lowered his eyes, his dense eyelashes concealed the expression in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were pursed straight.

When he was not smiling, his handsome facial features seemed to be covered with a layer of coldness, and he looked even colder and less human than Qi Qing.

After a while, he raised his face again and showed a forced smile again: "Okay, Esther will thank you."

Harlem blinked blankly, always feeling that this sentence sounded a bit strange.

Before he could think about it, Qi Qing came over.

His thin lips were drawn into a line unhappily, scanning the distance between the two: "Professor Ji, this is your 'will not run around'?"

Ji Xingjue thanked Harlem, walked over and replied calmly: "Didn't the Marshal find me? But if you can find me, it proves that I didn't run around, doesn't it?"

Qi Qing frowned: "It's nonsense."

"What is he looking for with you?"

When the two returned to the banquet hall, Qi Qing and Damel, who had been following Ji Xingjue, looked at each other, still a little wary.

"Talking about someone you don't know," Ji Xingjue spread his hands innocently, "I should not be able to plot to assassinate you, please rest assured that you don't have to be so vigilant in everything."

Qi Qing snorted lightly, but didn't comment on these words.

It wasn't too early, Ji Xingjue slept through the night, and only took a nap at noon. He was so tired that he secretly yawned.

Fortunately, Qi Qing didn't want to stay in this boring banquet anymore, so she glanced at him and was about to leave.

Seeing that the two were about to leave, the nobles who had been shocked all night finally came to their senses, and hurried forward to block them: "The two of you are really hiding the truth, leaving early is not a gentleman's behavior...Professor Ji, you will be fined for drinking." .”

A glass of wine was handed to the eyes, and each of them smiled maliciously.

Most likely, he wanted to get him drunk on purpose to gain favor in front of Qi Qing.

Ji Xingjue quite understood the temper of these nobles' flies, they came buzzing and gathered, and they would be more ferocious if given some sweetness, and they wouldn't scatter if they didn't give it or wave it.

Glancing at Qi Qing's increasingly impatient expression, Ji Xingjue decided to send these people away as soon as possible, lest the marshal's temper that had been suppressed all night would break out in court.

He casually took a glass of strong wine and was about to drink it when Qi Qing suddenly leaned slightly closer and took the wine glass.

"Madam is too strong to drink."

Ji Xingjue raised his eyes in astonishment, Qi Qing didn't look at him, but looked directly at the group of people who wanted to get him drunk to watch a good show, his handsome profile looked extremely stern: "Let me drink instead."

No one dared to speak around, and they were all dumbfounded.

Qi Qing raised her head slightly, her Adam's apple rolled clearly, she drank it all in one gulp, held the wine glass, put it heavily on the tray held by the waiter next to her, looked around, her light-colored eyes looked cold and unfeeling: "And Who wants to be punished with alcohol?"

Adjutant Damel continued to pretend to be a transparent person and followed behind, silently reinterpreting the words of the officer in his heart:

—Who else dares to drink alcohol?