Imperial City

Wei Qi grabbed Wu Jiacai and wept bitterly, wiping his snot and tears on his chest.

Wu Jiacai had no choice but to look down at Xiaoyuan's head in his arms with doting eyes: "Xiaoqi, it's all over, it's all over, don't cry."

Wei Qi just nodded and didn't make a sound, still buried in his chest and refused to come out.

He had just finished crying at this moment, he was really embarrassed to let Wu Jiacai see himself in a mess.

Wu Jiacai smiled: "You know you are ashamed now, who was crying like a child with drooping hair just now?"

He patted Wei Qi on the back: "Come on, come on, get up, that place is full of your snot and tear bubbles, isn't it dirty?"

After hearing this, Wei Qi finally looked up at him and smiled foolishly.

His eyes were red and swollen like white rabbits, his cheeks were red and moist, and even his lips were moist.

Although he is not kind, Wu Jiacai thinks he is really cute.

No wonder the Holy Majesty wanted to focus on you, he sighed, and took out a veil from his chest to clean his face.

Wei Qi took it, smiled embarrassedly, wiped his face covered, and Wu Jiacai let him go.

"Xiaoqi, I want to open it up." He said suddenly.

Wei Qi stopped his movements and covered his face with a veil, so he couldn't see the expression on his face.

"We have been in the palace since we were young. We have been slaves for so many years. We have never suffered any hardships. The whole world belongs to that person, and the Forbidden City belongs to that person. Naturally, you and I in the Forbidden City belong to that person."

Wei Qi didn't say a word, but his trembling hands still revealed his struggle.

"Xiaoqi." Wu Jiacai approached, carefully took away his masked hand and held it tightly, the scarf fell off, revealing a blank face behind him.

"Xiao Qi." He gritted his teeth and said, "I earned your life, but remember?"

Wei Qi trembled all over, as if he finally woke up.

With pain in his eyes, he nodded with difficulty, once, stopped, and again.

"I...I remember." He stared at Wu Jiacai inch by inch, not daring to think about what the person in front of him went through at that time.

"Then you will cherish it well, can you promise me? Can you do it?"

Wei Qi opened and closed his lips a few times but couldn't speak, he could only stretch out his arms and hug the person in front of him tightly, as if he would never let go.

He nodded slightly: "Well, I promise you."

Wu Jiacai was a little relieved.

"Brother Jiacai, who ordered you to come?" Wei Qi asked curiously, leaning on the man's shoulder.

Wu Jiacai paused: "The boss said, Wang Fugui, the prince of Qianqing Palace, has something to do with me."

Wei Qijing listened, "I went to Qianqing Palace with the little father-in-law he sent, and I don't know where he took me.

However, the last thing I saw was a grown-up man wearing a red hat, embroidered cranes on his patch, and boots on his feet. "

The red hat is the second rank, only the eunuchs of the highest rank can wear it, and the third rank cap is blue.

The crane is also a second-rank accessory. Only the chief eunuch can wear long boots. Wei Qi and the others can only wear short boots. It must be Mr. An.

"In Qianqing Palace, only Lord An is the second rank.

He said that you are looking for death recently, and you should fight with that person, and asked me to persuade you.

I was taken aback, suspecting that I had heard it wrong, what is the identity of that person, how dare you fight against him?How could he have the leisure to care about a slave like you?

I asked Mr. An why, he.he. .It's all said and done. "

Wei Qi was silent, Wu Jiacai was afraid that he would get into the wrong place again, so he quickly pinched the man's shoulders and said solemnly: "Xiao Qi, you just promised me, remember, you are not allowed to go back on your word."

He asked again, lest Wei Qi deceive him.

The latter made a smile: "I remember, I will never spoil myself again, brother Jiacai, you are safe and sound, don't worry about me."

Wu Jiacai nodded, saying that he would be a puppy if he went back on his word, Wei Qi couldn't help laughing through tears when he heard this.

After the two chatted for a while, Wu Jiacai had to leave. He is now working as an errand in the imperial dining room, taking the post of worshiping Tang A.

There are 20 people worshiping Tang'a in the imperial dining room. Although the official positions are not big, there are foremen worshiping Tang'a, cooks, deputy chefs and chefs, but they are not allowed to leave easily.

Wu Jiacai patted his head, got up and wanted to leave: "I still have errands on me, so I'm going back now. Take care of yourself."

Wei Qi hurriedly tugged on his sleeve to try to stay: "Brother Jiacai, please stay."

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Brother Jiacai, you can change your robe, I've got it dirty." Wei Qi felt embarrassed and pointed at his chest.

Wu Jiacai looked down at the front of his chest, his nose and tears were stained with blue-gray satin, and he was dizzy.

The most taboo in the palace is disheveled clothes and sloppy appearance. If you really go back like this, you will be punished if you tell your superiors to see it.

"You are still careful."

"Here is my change of robe. It's in the huanghuali square corner cabinet behind you, on the second shelf. You and I are about the same size, so you can wear it."

Wu Jiacai agreed, and didn't ask why there were his personal clothes here. He just went to the corner cabinet, opened the cabinet door, took out his robe and changed it.

It is shorter, but if you don't look carefully, you can't see it.

"Brother Jiacai, you go." Wei Qi said softly when he saw that he had changed into his robe, even though he was reluctant to part with it, he couldn't delay him from doing his errands.

"En." Wu Jiacai didn't say much, he glanced at him hurriedly, turned around and opened the door to leave.

The latter sat on the bed, straightened his body, stretched his neck, and watched him go out.

The sound of footsteps gradually moved away, and eventually became inaudible. Wei Qihong stared blankly at the door, and took a long time to take a deep breath before getting up and getting dressed.

Xiaoqianzi opened the door and came in at this time, saw his eyes were red and swollen, knew that he had just finished talking with his old friend, so he didn't provoke him, just served food and put it on the table of Nan Bai Wu Tui Zhi Zhi's old man, and waited for him to wash clean face.

Wei Qi thanked him, it was nearly noon, he finished his lunch in silence, then left the inner court prison, and limped towards the Qianqing Palace.

When he arrived at Qianqing Palace, Wei Qi went to wait in the side room next to the inner study where Anxi rested.

He traveled unimpeded all the way, no one dared to talk to him, and no one dared to stop him.

The servants in Qianqing Palace all know that Wei Qi has been very special these days, he has annoyed the Holy Majesty several times, but still survived.

He waited for about half an hour before he heard the waiter outside the anteroom door call: "Master An."

Wei Qi turned around, An Xijin.

"Yo!" Anxi knew that Wei Qi had been waiting for him for half an hour, but he pretended to be surprised and said, "Let us see, which fairy is standing in front of our family now?"

Wei Qi blushed, lowered his head and saluted: "Master An."

"Don't, don't, don't dare to be that." An Xi interrupted him: "Our family doesn't have that blessing, but I really can't bear your call, Mr. An! Who are you now? You dare to fight against the Holy Spirit My dear!" An Xi stroked his robe.

"Our family has been with you for several years, not to mention that in the harem, even above the court, there are not many people who dare to fight against the Holy Majesty.

You said, can I, Anxi, be worthy of your son Anxi? "An Xi mocked him.

Wei Qi could only accept it respectfully, he knew that An Xi was holding back his anger, and this anger was born of himself, so he had no choice but to vent it to himself.

"Master An, Wei Qi knows his mistake." Wei Qi knelt on the ground, bowed his head and kowtowed three times in a row, and apologized.

Seeing him like this, An Xi couldn't ridicule her anymore, so she could only let out a cold snort.

Wei Qi didn't get up after kowtowing, waiting for Anxi to speak.

Anxi said helplessly: "You have it, let's get up, get up, our family is in your hands."

Wei Qi got up, and immediately smiled cheekily to please him: "Wei Qi already knew that the only one in the Qing Palace is Mr. An, you are the most kind-hearted."

He held a cup of tea high above his head, and bowed to Anxi.

The latter took it, lifted the tea lid and buckled it twice, took a sip of wild chrysanthemum tea, and said: "But I want to get through it."

Wei Qi still bowed his waist: "The little one is stupid, doesn't know what is good and what is bad, it wasted your hard work for nothing."

"Let the past be the past, as long as you can figure it out, even though our family is greeted by everyone, in the end we are all slaves.

As a slave, serving the Holy Majesty is our top priority. If you can turn the corner now, everyone will have a better life. "

"Grandpa is right."

An Xi glanced at him, and said in a bad mood: "Now you don't have to pretend to thank you, and you don't have to make the Holy One angry. You are the one tonight, so just wait."

Wei Qi said, "Hey."

Frost fell today, the weather has cooled down, and in a few days it will be the Double Ninth Festival.

Wei Qi is currently asking someone to carry it on his shoulders to the other side of the Qianqing Palace, the autumn wind is bleak, blowing the trees and flowers in the Forbidden City rustling, and blowing people's faces are icy cold.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was still as warm as spring. The concubine and eunuch placed Wei Qi at the emperor's feet, and the maids on both sides lowered the bed curtains with three layers of bright yellow embroidered auspicious clouds and nine-clawed dragon patterns.

Anxi led the crowd to extinguish the oil lamps placed on the long nanmu benches in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, leaving only a few near the bed before the collapse.

The hall door creaked and quietly closed from the outside.

Wei Qi trembled imperceptibly on Long Tiao, slowly crawled out of the brocade quilt, and got into the emperor's quilt.

The emperor still held the scroll in his hand and flipped through it, but this time instead of "Sun Tzu's Art of War", he read "Zi Zhi Tong Jian".

He climbed up to the emperor's chest, and the latter dropped the scroll in his hand, lifted him up, turned over and held him down.

This has been the case several times, straightforwardly.

Wei Qi froze for a moment, instinctively resisting, the emperor was impatient, grabbed his waist and pinned him down.

Wei Qi let out a short, muffled hum, a little loudly, as if in extreme pain.

This time he was willing to call out, but the emperor didn't want to listen, and covered his mouth with his right palm.

The emperor's palm was broad and thick, and he covered half of Wei Qixiao's face with just one palm. His strength was so strong that he had to bend his neck back to accommodate Wei Qi. He was fragile, slender and soft, and his posture was like offering sacrifices.

Wei Qi gave up, he was sweating all over his face, his voice was stuffy in the palm of the hand and he couldn't make it out.

He felt that he was a little short of oxygen, and when he was dazed and drowsy, he suddenly thought of Eunuch An's advice and Wu Jiacai's expectant eyes.

Looking down, staring at the palm covering her lips, the wheat-colored skin does not seem to be weak, and the veins are slightly raised due to the force.

This is the palm of the emperor.

Wei Qi thought again: Of course. . .But now it is also covering his own face.

Thinking of this, he seemed to have gained some confidence, stretched out a small piece of red and soft tongue, and gently and tentatively licked the thin callused palm of the saint, like a domesticated pet trying to curry favor with its master.

The slippery touch came from the sensitive palm, the palm trembled slightly, and suddenly stopped moving.

Wei Qi licked again, and the emperor suddenly turned his cheek towards himself.

The latter's neck was twisted and half of his face was turned sideways, and he raised his eyes to look at the emperor lying on top of him.

His eyes were soaked by the water mist, and the eyeballs became blacker and darker, like the sika deer that the emperor caught during winter hunting, he looked helpless and pitiful.

The long and dense eyelashes covered the eyelids, casting a shadow, and the lips were slightly parted, surprisingly red.

The emperor looked at him expressionlessly, and the two looked at each other only a few inches away.

Being so close and the emperor's aura so tough, Wei Qi is not afraid.

However, if he shrinks back now, wouldn't he be like this every day in the future, until. .It can't stop until I am tortured to death.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered uncontrollably, like a butterfly fluttering its wings, he stretched out his bright red and lively tongue, and pressed it against the emperor's hot palm. He stopped, and after a moment, he tapped lightly again.

The latter's palm trembled violently, his eyes were unclear and bottomless.

He opened Wei Qi's lips to check, and saw that his white teeth were white and his tongue was small and bright red, but it was clean.

"Dog slave." A low curse.

However, he was really ashamed to do it, his tongue was stiff and he didn't dare to move it.

What happened just now is already embarrassing, if you let your parents know. . .

The emperor seldom does this, because he feels dirty, and he doesn't know what's going on today, this dog slave is really a provocative appearance.

Wei Qi's mouth was half-opened, and water flowed from the corner of his mouth accidentally, coupled with his ignorant and pitiful eyes, it was provocative for no reason.

Although there are many stunning women in the harem, they all have a virtuous and virtuous appearance, gentle and obedient, even on the bed, they behave well, lest they are not dignified enough, which will disgust the emperor and make them unworthy of their virtuous reputation.

The emperor will never show his cruel side to these virtuous daughters of everyone, and his unbearable methods are only used on the servants.

However, most of the court ladies who are lucky are either too timid or too revealing of their ambitions, and they rarely win the Sacred Heart.

Whenever the emperor thought at this time, a slave is a slave, and he can't stand on the stage, so he can only use it to relieve him.

It is true that the emperor is the most difficult to serve in the whole world, he doesn't like to take the initiative, he doesn't like to be dignified, and he feels hypocrisy when he is dignified and proactive.

If empresses and concubines want to be famous, they will never be able to enjoy the boudoir fun with the emperor like ordinary couples; if court ladies and concubines want to be loved, they will never be respected.

Everyone has different wishes, but the end result is the same, just living by the wink of that person.

The emperor looked at it hotly.

Wei Qi was frightened, he felt that his limbs and bones were about to fall apart, he whispered in a hoarse voice, his voice inexplicably caught one's ears, like a cat's paw scratching one's heart.

The emperor stared at his lips as bright as blood, his thin white and slender neck, and his confused and moist eyes.

Could this slave be the reincarnation of the cat demon?

Wei Qi was like a fish nailed to the shore, he twisted his waist and tried to escape, his white skin was soaked with beads of sweat, tightly clinging to the bright royal silk, making people dizzy.

So it was like this, he struck again, the strength was not strong, but Wei Qi couldn't help trembling.

Wei Qifu was ashamed on the bed.

He couldn't stop humming, turned his head and begged: "My lord... My lord... This slave hurts, please forgive me."

The emperor looked at him, the servant's acting like a baby was so pitiful that one couldn't help but want to be more cruel.

However, his eyes were too bright and pure, the emperor softened his heart for a moment, and pinched his waist instead.

"You're too stupid to serve people."

Hearing this, Wei Qi hurriedly turned his head, his long hair fell down and covered his face, he knew what the Holy Spirit meant.

The emperor felt refreshed, and chuckled lightly.

The fastest way to end today.

When the concubine and the eunuch carried the man, the emperor stopped him: "Reward five days of rest, and give jade ointment, so that you can live well and take care of it."

Yuzhi ointment is made of high-quality medicinal materials, it is an excellent anti-swelling ointment, which is rare in the palace, but now it is used to treat this kind of injury.

The righteous master won the reward but fell asleep peacefully, not knowing anything.

Anxi knelt down to receive the reward for him, sighing secretly in his heart: it can be counted as hard work.