Imperial City

The emperor pulled the man over and turned over to hold him down.

"Hide what?"

hide what?

Unfortunately for you tonight.

You don't need to die.

Wei Qi shook his head.

He died for you.

No, no no, don't.

Sentences of whispers linger in my ears over and over again, and I often dream of them at night and wake up with a start.

He trembled even more. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at anyone. He only slightly twisted his waist and curled up his legs and feet, as if he wanted to escape from under the emperor.

The latter sneered, pressed his lower abdomen with one palm, inserted his strong thigh between his legs, and Wei Qi couldn't move.

"I ask you, what are you hiding from?"

Wei Qi was speechless, only weeping silently.

The way he cries today is very different from usual, the emperor has never seen it before.

"Is it dumb? Answer." He pinched Wei Qi's jaw and raised it, but his heart trembled slightly.

Too thin, no flesh on the face.The wound on the forehead is not yet fully healed, and the bruises and bruises covering the white leather are really bad.

If you say that you don't feel bad at all, the emperor himself doesn't believe it. After all, he has spoiled him for more than half a year, and even specially transferred someone to his side as an errand.

only. . .

He looked at the silently trembling and weeping people.

It's too noisy, if you don't convince Luo once, I don't know if you will come up with even more rebellious and crooked ideas in the future.

Wei Qi was actually very scared and wanted to reply, he didn't dare to make the emperor angry anymore.

It's just that now all the strength in his whole body is used to resist the trembling, Kong opened his mouth but lost his voice due to fear, and it took a long time to reply.

"Return... Your Majesty... If you want to, Nununu... I'm afraid." The voice was as thin as a kitten meowing, and she cried silently while answering.

Not like a mute, but like a stammer.

The emperor felt it was funny, but also a little proud, the slave finally realized that he was afraid.

"What are you afraid of?" he asked in a low voice, as if he really didn't know what Wei Qi was afraid of.

How could Wei Qi be stupid enough to tell the truth, he is now terrified of the emperor.

Therefore, he choked out a sentence, "Back...the words of the Holy Majesty, slave...I'm afraid I will make you angry again."

What a clever answer that makes people feel happy after hearing it.

The emperor chuckled, but Wei Qi trembled even more.Because of what happened last time, he found that the time when the Holy Majesty smiled was more terrifying than when he was not smiling.

After teasing for a while like a cat or dog, the emperor moved his palm all the way down the man's neck.

Wei Qi covered his mouth to block the chattering of his teeth, he lost control of his body, he clearly told himself not to tremble, and not to annoy His Majesty anymore, but he couldn't stop no matter what.

The emperor must not.

Wei Qi's fearful resistance was silent and obvious, and it came from the protection of the body's instinct.

He was crying all the time, and it was annoying.

The emperor looked at his wet face, felt the trembling that he stopped for a while and then trembled for a while, opened his mouth to scold but felt bored.

Maybe you have pushed people too hard, and it's time to appease them.

"Wei Qi," he stopped and whispered in Wei Qi's ear, "tell me what you want."

The latter lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes blinked wetly.

"Back to... the word of the Holy Majesty, slave slave..."

He hawed and hawed for a long time but couldn't tell why, and was afraid of getting angry, but he couldn't relax, the more anxious he was, the more he cried.

The emperor's patience was about to run out, and if there was no response, he planned to force it.

Wei Qi finally said again: "Your Majesty, my servant...how can I make life easier?" He was very timid and confused.

He didn't ask how you can let the slave go, but only asked how to live a good life in the palace, which is a smarter way to ask.

The emperor looked at his shrunken appearance, his eyelashes sparkled, and he didn't dare to lift his head, feeling pity in his heart.

It was a stupid question, but he answered it anyway.

"If you behave yourself, you'll be fine."

Still hanging his head, Wei Qi murmured: "Slave...will it be better if you behave yourself?"

"Be good, and I will feel better, and if I feel better, you will feel better too." The truth is so simple, why do you have to ask.

"If... If the slave is obedient, can't it be better?" Wei Qi didn't know who he was asking, as if he was asking the emperor or himself.

The emperor frowned, becoming impatient, he felt that he had just shown the patience he had in his life.

But Wei Qi looked up at him at this moment, his eyes were blurred, his eye sockets were red and swollen, and there were tears in his eyes. When he blinked, the teardrops overflowed and slid down the corners of his eyes.

The emperor took a breath, and said kindly: "Why, you are a smart person, and you know how many beauties live in my twelfth palace. Look at them, and you are just like them. You are at peace. Life will be easy, but uneasy life will not end well."

But many of the masters and ladies in the palace lived in peace, and few of them ended well, Wei Qi couldn't believe it.

"If you can really please me, I will keep you safe. After five or six years, you will grow old and lose your face, and I will get tired of it. At that time, I will send you out of the palace with gold, jade and silver."

Of course the emperor knew what Wei Qi was afraid of, and these words were half-truths and half-false, both perfunctory and promises.

But if you become his person, you should keep him safe. If you don't care about it at all, if you don't care about it, you can just throw it away after use. Why do you need to make so many farces.

Just now may be the longest sentence that the emperor said to Wei Qi. These words are not like what the emperor said to the slaves, but rather like a king seducing a concubine or a husband comforting his wife, but the two of them are not aware of the difference now. Why not.

Wei Qi's bewildered eyes suddenly brightened, as if he had seized a chance of life, he didn't dare to ask when you will get tired of the slave, how many years will it take to be old and decrepit, and he didn't dare to ask if you are really a gentleman? No joke.

It's just that the temptation to be able to leave the palace some day in the future is too great, he has to believe it, and dare not not believe it.

Wei Qi gradually stopped crying, thoughtfully, and said for a while, "Then...be good, my slave."

It is true that no matter how hard the hundred-smelting steel is, it must be twisted into soft fingers.

The emperor could barely hold back.

How did you become sensible when you were sensible earlier?

In fact, he didn't know that what Wei Qi needed was a promise, or he didn't even need a promise, he just wanted a hope of surviving well.

The emperor was finally willing to give it, even if he didn't believe it all, Wei Qi could only deceive himself, he had no other choice, he had lost even the last bargaining chip, and he had to bear a life in vain.

Wei Qi said to be good, but he still couldn't do it right away, his body kept collapsing very tightly.

The emperor was helpless, and it would be dawn if he continued to toss.

In the end, I had to finish the job hastily.

After the incident, the emperor ordered the camel concubine and the eunuch to carry the person back to the court without sending him to the inner court supervisor.

The winter night is cold, and if you get sick again, the year will be difficult.

Wei Qi was startled, lying on the camel concubine eunuch's shoulder carefully turned his head and stared blankly at the emperor, as if he really saw the day of freedom.

He said softly, the servant thanked the sage for his kindness.

As if silently, it floated in the empty Xinuang Pavilion, and drifted into the emperor's ears.

After speaking, he didn't dare to see anyone, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, and gradually walked away.

The emperor obviously didn't enjoy himself to the fullest that night, but he felt comfortable.

An Xi watched from the side, and sighed inwardly.

The three rooms at the back of the courtyard were vacated as Wei Qi's new residence, quiet and spacious, with a small hall in the middle, two wing rooms in the east and west, and the east side is a resting place for leisure time during the day, with an Arhat bed. , and a small table with a small circle, not far away on the headline table next to the window, there are a few small blue and white porcelain vases, with red plums in full bloom.

To the west is the bedroom, with a rosewood canopy bed carved with grape patterns on the inside, with a kang table on the bed, a small open door in front, and round gray and white marble inlaid around the door.

The fence, bedposts, dental boards, and all four feet are painted with vermilion paint, which looks very precious.

Not far from the bed, there is a three-legged copper censer inlaid with malachite green and emeralds in the middle of the room, a vermilion velvet blanket is spread on the floor, and small daisy patterns are embroidered with gold embroidery thread on the side.

The splendor of this place can be compared with the little promised masters in the harem.

Wei Qi was at a loss, didn't know where he was, and why he was rewarded for clearly making a big mistake.

He didn't know that the emperor had arranged for Anxi to arrange it a few days ago, if he knew, perhaps there would be no absurd incidents, and perhaps he would plan carefully and do it more safely and cautiously.

But the matter has come to this point, and it is all nonsense to say it now.

An Xi asked Wei Qi who he would like to serve, he had already ordered one, and there was one left for Wei Qi to choose by himself, and the two appointed from now on would also be Wei Qi's own servants.

Wei Qi asked Xiaoqianzi, the inner court supervisor, to be transferred. He didn't want to let the Wu family's wealth enter the Qianqing Palace, but Xiaoqianzi was cold-hearted but did his duty properly.

He didn't want another one as lively and silly as Xiao Fangzi.

Anxi agreed, and gave orders, and the next day Xiaoqianzi carried Wei Qi's bottles and jars and some utensils from the inner court prison and moved them to live in Hetan, west of Wei Qi's house.

The days began to live peacefully, Wei Qi went on errands as usual every day, and the emperor did not do any ridiculous things during the night vigil.

He ordered tea at night, and Wei Qi didn't dare to make scented tea again. When the Pu'er was served, the emperor just paused for a moment, raised his head and drank it without asking any more questions.

I get lucky with him once every five days, not too often, not as much as Concubine Ning and the newly favored Concubine Qian, but it is really quite a lot.

The inner court supervisor only went to Cheng Xing once every time, and after the matter was finished, he was directly carried back to his own room for Xiaoqianzi to tidy up.

On the second day, I can take a good rest, and my daily meals are much more refined than before.

The concubines in the harem discussed for a while, but after the news of Xiao Fangzi's death came out, the gossip quickly died down, not daring to provoke the emperor any more.

Raising Wei Qi like this began to grow flesh, and the wound on his forehead gradually faded.

Half a month later, when there were still ten days before the new year, Wei Qi was completely healed.

At lunch that day, there was a plate of bright red and crystal-clear hawthorn cakes in the food served in the imperial dining room. The emperor glanced at it inadvertently, and glanced down at Wei Qi standing beside his head from the corner of his eye.

Wei Qi just stood still with his head bowed peacefully, without any reaction. He was more silent than before and spoke less.

The emperor should be happy, but he is not very comfortable.

He gave this plate of snacks in front of everyone, Wei Qi came out, respectfully knelt down and thanked him, his face was not happy, and he looked very calm.

The emperor looked at him for a while, and gradually became a little annoyed.

He doesn't know what's interesting, and the holy grace gave him something special, and he doesn't know how to say a few nice words, and he doesn't show a smile when he gets something.

The emperor wanted to scold him, but he knelt down just in time, Xie En made a loud noise, and kowtowed his head well. After three kowtows, his forehead turned red, and he couldn't fault him at all.

He had nowhere to vent his anger, so he had to suppress it by himself.

After a while, the servants serving on both sides presented copper plates and other things for the Holy One to wash his hands.

The emperor wiped it hastily, and threw the white towel into the copper basin with a puff. The splashed water wet the front of the servants who served him. Everyone knelt down to plead guilty, but no one knew why the good-looking Holy Majesty's ventilation came about.

Only Anxi knelt behind the emperor, quietly took a deep look at Wei Qi's side.

Alas, what to do, if you want to make people fearful and respectful, but also want to make people cute and lovable, it is difficult to accompany you.