Imperial City

This time, Wei Qi applied a lot of medicine beforehand, and he didn't struggle himself, so his back didn't bleed but was very red and swollen.

The most serious injury was on the wrist, the tooth marks penetrated deep into the skin, and the blood was rolling, but it was bitten by himself, so no one can blame it.

The little servant of the inner court supervisor put a plaster on him and left him to rest by himself.

Wei Qi was extremely sleepy, he woke up in the middle of the night and soon fell asleep again.

He fell into a coma all night until six o'clock on the second day, when he opened his eyes, he saw a small servant with a copper basin guarding him.

Seeing that he woke up, the servant didn't talk too much nonsense, and helped Wei Qi clean up and tidy up quickly, and then brought clear porridge and a few dishes of mixed vegetables for him to use on the bed.

Wei Qi cleaned his face after eating, and he looked like a human.

"Slave little thousand sons."

The servant waited for Wei Qi to finish his breakfast before reporting himself: "It's the new eunuch guarding the gate of the inner court supervisor. The foreman, Mr. Hua, has ordered the servant to serve you specially from now on."

Wei Qi was stunned, because of the indifferent attitude of this little servant just now, Wei Qi thought that he was just transferred here to take care of him, but who knew that this meant that he was specifically referring to him.

Could it be that I can still come to this inner court prison every day to make a fuss?I'm afraid they are ingratiating themselves to the wrong person.

"Little Qianzi, could you please tell me what time it is?"

"Return to Master Wei, now is the time." Xiao Qianzi said in a flat tone, although his superiors sent him to take care of Wei Qi and ordered him to serve him carefully, but he was not willing to flatter this lowly thing that seduces the monarch.

Wei Qi exclaimed: "Sishi?!"

Didn't you miss the hour of errands!

"If you go back to Master Wei, you don't have to worry. The person at the other end of the Qianqing Palace left a message last night. His Majesty was sympathetic and asked you not to be on duty today. If you wake up, you can just go back to your own room and rest."

Wei Qi was relieved, thinking that the Holy One still had some pity, he thanked him and got up to go back.

After tossing all night, the muscles in his buttocks and lower back were so sore, and every time he moved, he felt a sharp pain. Wei Qi cried out in pain and didn't dare to move for a while.

Little Qianzi couldn't bear to see him like this, and advised him to rest for a while.

Wei Qi was unwilling and insisted on going back. He didn't like this place. Although the small house at the back of Qianqing Palace was close to the Holy One, it was his own territory.

Furthermore, the superior is sympathetic and allows you to rest here, so it is possible that you really lie here with peace of mind

The first thing a servant needs to know is to know the fun. The new servant in the palace does not understand this truth, but Wei Qi, who has been in the palace for nearly nine years, cannot pretend to be ignorant.

Xiaoqianzi helped Wei Qi up, put on the soap boots for him, and wanted to send him back.

Wei Qi declined, and asked a servant of the inner court supervisor to walk in the palace with the help of a small servant in the clear day, and went to the Qianqing Palace. If people saw it, it would definitely cause a lot of speculation.

Xiaoqianzi twice had a hot face and a cold butt, and couldn't bear to bother him anymore, so he only said a small resignation and left Wei Qi to make troubles on his own.

Wei Qi gritted his teeth and endured the pain, put his right arm on his waist, acted like a pregnant woman, and walked forward slowly tremblingly.

After finally getting out of the inner court prison, he pretended to be lame again, dragged his left leg, and limped along the path paved with bluestone slabs.

In this way, on weekdays, at most one cup of tea can reach the Qianqing Palace, but today it took about an hour.

Qingzhuandaiwa, the guards guarding in front of the Vermilion Palace didn't stop him, Wei Qi limped into the Qianqing Palace.

When he walked to the outer courtyard, the sweeping servants didn't look at him and just lowered their heads to do their work.

When it came to the inner courtyard, the few acquaintances just watched meaningfully, the rules in Qianqing Palace became more and more strict, Wei Qi sighed.

At the moment of embarrassment, he saw Wang Fugui who was beside Anxi coming out of the inner hall, Wei Qi's eyes lit up, and he stood there and whispered to him: "Rich and noble father-in-law!"

Wang Fugui looked at this side, saw that it was Wei Qi, with a smile on his face, he walked two steps closer: "I still don't know who is so bold, calling me in Qianqing Palace, it is you boy!"

He glanced at Wei Qi's awkward movements, regretting in his heart, but pushed his smile even higher on his face: "Why, I have something to do with you."

"It's a little thing, I, I want to thank you." Wei Qi was a little embarrassed, but held back.

Wei Qi's words were rather nonsensical, but Wang Fugui knew what he was going to say, it was nothing more than that last night the Holy One generously rewarded him with a day's rest, and he had to follow the rules to thank him.

"Can you tell where Eunuch An is now?" Wei Qi asked.

Wang Fugui smiled: "There's nothing wrong with that, being as polite as me. The old man should accompany him in the inner study now, and you can go to his special ear room to wait. I think it's time to rest now. "

Wei Qi thanked him repeatedly, but Wang Fugui waved his hands in disapproval, this person in front of him is very much missed by the Holy Majesty these days, there is always no harm in making offerings to him.

The two said a few more words of politeness, Wang Fugui said that he had an errand, so they said goodbye, Wei Qi turned his legs and moved to the inner study.

Wang Fugui walked a few steps away, turned around and looked back, and saw Wei Qixiu, a tall and slender man, staggering slowly with his waist slightly bent, and finally sighed.

Why!Still too stubborn, if such a smart person really wants to bow his head, he should go straight to the Holy Lord to thank him.

Although seeing or not seeing is another matter, but since you have shown a humble gesture of gratitude, how could the Holy One be displeased?

Furthermore, although Dao is just a slave, he also sleeps with him at night and has skin-to-skin kisses, so he is somewhat different from others.

At that time, I only need to show this lovely and pitiful posture a little bit, if the Holy Spirit can be softened for a while, the future life will be very easy!

Rigid is easy to break, soft is eternal, too stubborn but forgets duty.

Wang Fugui shook his head, and led a few young eunuchs to go to work.

Wei Qi bypassed the Hall of Mental Cultivation and went to the inner study.

He waited in the side room for a while, the little servant at the door was considerate, took a thick and soft cushion and spread it on the grand master's chair for him.

Wei Qi felt awkward and grateful, and thanked him embarrassingly.

When the waiter finished serving tea and went out, he didn't sit down, but stood aside respectfully and waited. After a while, he saw An Xi lifted the bead curtain and walked in.

"Master An, Wanan." Wei Qiyu saluted, Anxi stepped forward steadily to stop him, only looked at him and smiled.

Wei Qi was infected by his generous and kind smile, his eyes were so hot that he was about to cry, he felt aggrieved, but he couldn't tell anyone about his grievance.

The person who cares about him is as low as Wu Jiacai, although he is willing to do his best for him, but he is unable to do his best, and if he is in danger of protecting himself, how can he make him worry about himself.

People with high positions naturally have a lot of calculations, and it would be foolish to want them to contend with the imperial power for themselves.

Eunuch An personally pushed him to the side of that person. Although Wei Qi was resentful at the beginning, he also knew that he had no choice. Now that he got his understanding and pity, even if it was just a look and a smile, Wei Qi was much more relieved.

He hastily lowered his head to hide the tears, his words choked with sobs: "Anye Wanan, the little one is guilty, come to bother me."

An Xi didn't invite him to sit down, and stood together with him and talked: "It's okay, our family knew that you would come back today to say hello, but I want our family to thank you for you."

Wei Qidao: "Returning to Master An, the reason why I came here this time is exactly this."

Anxi sighed, he knew that with this child's disposition, he would never be willing to thank the Holy Spirit himself, so he wanted to persuade him with a few words.

But seeing people describe him as thin and pale, even though he was annoyed that he didn't know the situation and didn't know the good and the bad, he still felt ashamed in his heart.

"Wei Qi, it would be great if you could listen to our family's advice."

Hearing this, Wei Qi tensed his face: "If you go back to Master An, Wei Qi will remember Master An's advice in his heart."

Although he said so in his mouth, he was indifferent on the face.

An Xi shook his head secretly, and said: "You and our family both know that this palace can't tolerate people with a heart. You have also suffered a lot, and you have always endured it very well. Why did you almost risk your life this time? I don’t want to bow my head completely when I go in.”

Anxi's words pierced directly into Wei Qi's heart.

He hasn't been in pain these days

Every day, he struggles between sacrificing himself and lingering on his last breath. Every time he wants to bow his head, he is still unwilling to do so. He always repeatedly recalls the pride and pride of the past.

If he really becomes someone else's plaything, what face should he use to meet his parents and the ancestors of the Chen family when he returns home in the future?

too difficult.

To live in this world is to abandon everything in the past, how can he be willing?

Wei Qi whimpered and bit his cuff quickly, not wanting An Xi to notice.

"Oh!" An Xi sighed, he really didn't know what to do with this child.

"If you continue to be stubborn like this, can you beat that guy?

Sooner or later in the future, I have to bow my head, so what if I am a little softer

The Holy One is not a cruel person, and occasionally has a soft heart.

Wei Qi, Wei Qi! You still have to suffer. "

Anxi gritted his teeth, he hated iron for being weak, why did such a well-behaved appearance turn out to be rebellious, when will he be able to get the hang of it?

Wei Qi bit his lip and cried, but still refused to speak.

Seeing this, Anxi walked away angrily, the rotten wood was useless, it was a waste of all her painstaking efforts over the past few days.

Anxi walked away, Wei Qi couldn't hold back and fell down in vain, lying on the ground sobbing softly.

Although An Xi was in a hurry, he still went to the inner study to thank Wei Qi.

If he doesn't do this, the entire palace's servants will be in bad luck.

An Xi entered the inner study room, stood in front of the desk, and the emperor lowered his head. After the emperor finished approving a notebook, he raised his head: "What's the matter?"

Anxi bowed: "Returning to the Holy Majesty, Wei Qi has just returned from the inner court prison, and Yang Nu thanked the Holy Majesty for him.

He said he was grateful to the Holy Spirit for his pity, and he will serve you as a good student in the future, but now his appearance is filthy, and he doesn't want to face the Holy Spirit to dirty your eyes, so please don't blame the Holy Spirit. "

The emperor hummed lightly, seemingly indifferent, and bowed his head again to criticize the paper.

Anxi breathed a sigh of relief, and still stood behind the emperor to work.

It was night, and he presented the green cardboard to invite the Holy Majesty to be lucky. He thought that the Holy Majesty would choose a concubine today, but the Holy Majesty said: Withdraw.

Anxi responded, bowed and saluted, and wanted to retreat, but before he could leave, the Holy Majesty said again: "Wait a minute."

His heart beat like thunder for a moment, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

"Bring up Wei Qi." The emperor's tone was not fluctuating, and An Xi couldn't tell the difference between joy and anger.

"Returning to the Holy Master, Wei Qi's slave was only yesterday... I'm afraid it's not good."

The emperor frowned and interrupted him: "I asked you to carry Wei Qi here, didn't he appreciate my pity, since that's the case, why don't I show more pity."

There was a bit of coldness in these words, and Anxi's two bouts of sweat broke out in cold sweat, knowing that what happened this morning still offended the Holy Majesty, but at that time the Holy Majesty held back.

He knelt down to apologize, responded honestly, and stepped back to prepare.

The emperor dropped the vermilion pen in his hand and watched Anxi retreat.

He sneered in his heart, one or two teamed up to deceive the king, and there is no way to deceive the king, and deceive me as a fool?

He didn't even bother to show his gratitude, just knelt down outside the inner study, even if he didn't see him, it was considered to be his intention.

This slave refused to give in twice and again, but I want to see whether his bones are tough or my means are tough.

The dignified Son of Heaven somehow got into a fight with a little servant.

That Anxi got the emperor's order, although he really couldn't bear Wei Qi's suffering, he couldn't help it, so he went to invite Wei Qi in person, thinking of reminding him a thing or two again.

In the side room of the west side hall of Qianqing Palace, Wei Qi was sitting with wet hair, copying a local biography in front of the square table, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

His heart skipped a beat, his hands were unsteady, and the wolf hair slid out, leaving a dazzling mark and ruining a whole page of neat lowercase script.

"Wei Qi, it's our family."

Wei Qi fell into the ice cellar, not just yesterday. . .

Putting down the pen and going to open the door, it really is Anxi.

"Your Majesty still called you tonight." Anxi looked straight at him.

Wei Qi was stunned.

"Wei Qi, do you still remember what our family told you today?"

Wei Qi stared at him blankly, shook his head and nodded again.

Anxi sighed, "Go ahead."

In the inner court prison, Xiaoqianzi sneered when he saw Wei Qi, but Wei Qi's face was dull.

More than half an hour later, in the Yangxin Hall of Qianqing Palace.

The emperor did not hold "Sun Tzu's Art of War" to read today, but only stared at Wei Qi coldly: yesterday, the meekness of this slave was actually pretending.

Wei Qi was trembling non-stop, at a loss what to do, His Majesty's eyes were like a knife blade that seemed to cut his skin.

"Slave... the slave is guilty, the Holy One takes pity on the slave, but the slave doesn't know what is good or bad, and is afraid of looking bad, and he has never met the saint to thank him."

Wei Qi got out from the quilt, and lay naked on the bed at the emperor's feet to apologize.

There were still bruises left on his waist from yesterday, and his whole body shrank into a ball and shivered, looking very pitiful.

The emperor sneered in his heart, no matter how respectful and fearful this servant was on the surface, he was probably unwilling to surrender in his heart.

He stood up and pulled Wei Qi under him.

Wei Qi was in pain, but he didn't want to cry out.

During the incident, he murmured in pain just as deliriously as last night, and the emperor was furious, covering his mouth and moving violently.

If you don't want to make a sound, then don't make a sound.

After the matter was over, the emperor withdrew and kicked Wei Qi aside.

"Anxi, get out!"

The next day when Wei Qi woke up again, he was in the inner court prison again. He stared blankly at the bed curtain above his head and smiled wryly.

Xiaoqianzi came in with the porridge, saw him blankly and wryly smiled, and said sarcastically: "Master Wei, you are the only one who has won the Holy Family!"

He placed the vermilion lacquer tray on the low pear wood cabinet carved with auspicious clouds at the head of the bed, and helped Wei Qi to wait for him to wash up.

Wei Qi spat out a mouthful of clear water: "If you want, I'll give you some." Wei Qi's lips were pale, and his tone was light.

Little Qianzi was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth: "Ancestor! Can you say such nonsense!"

Wei Qi only looked at him and smiled, recalling what he and Zhou Shunde said a few days ago.

It was too difficult! He broke free from Xiao Qianzi's support, and lay back on the bed.

That night, the emperor still summoned Wei Qi, and the two seemed to have a quiet fight.

Layers of bright yellow silk covered the dragon, and the emperor pressed Wei Qi under his body in obscene clothes, covering his mouth.

Wei Qi was clearly awake this time, but told the emperor to keep his mouth shut. He had nothing to bite, and he didn't dare to bite the emperor, so he had to bite his own tongue.

The tip of the tongue was bitten off, and the blood gradually trickled out, spreading to the emperor's palm.

The emperor noticed it, and when he released it, his palm was bright red.

He stopped his movements, pinched Wei Qi's cheeks, and this servant actually bit the tip of his own tongue.

He sneered, let go of Wei Qi's hand, and buried himself in cruel actions.

Wei Qi let go of his tongue and continued to bite the square pillow.

Another night of entanglement.

After a few days, Wei Qi was thin and out of shape, but he refused to bow his head. The emperor called for luck every night, and just ignored it.

Anxi was in a hurry, Wei Qi would be gone without waiting to alarm Shoukang Palace and Kunning Palace.

It was already the fourth day when Wei Qi woke up from the inner court supervisor.

He sat on the bed in a daze, and the three wooden doors creaked and were pushed open from the outside.

Wei Qi turned a deaf ear to it.

"Xiao Qi."

The voice was very familiar, he trembled all over, and turned his head to look at the door blankly, Wu Jiacai stood in the room looking at him and smiling.

Wei Qi shed tears in a daze, the teardrops couldn't stop rolling out, but in the blink of an eye they stained the skirt of his clothes.

Wu Jiacai stepped forward and hugged him, holding him in his arms and couldn't stop comforting him.

His palm stroked along the top of Wei Qi's head all the way from his back to the end of his hair, warm and powerful as before.

Wei Qi rubbed his head against his palm, grabbed a small piece of clothing on the man's chest, and sobbed loudly.

The voices were full of grievances and puzzlement, held in the throat, stuffed in the mouth, hidden in the heart, but finally leaked out to Wu Jiacai's chest.

"Xiaoqi!" Wu Jiacai choked with sobs, feeling extremely distressed.

He knows, he knows everything.

Thinking of this, Wei Qi felt ashamed and angry, but at the same time relieved.

I am saved.

He let out a long breath, and finally someone could hear me cry and share the burden for me, and I was saved.