Imperial City

The emperor carried the man back to the imperial camp in the inner city, and Wei Qi kept his head buried all the way and did not dare to move.

The emperor's face was gloomy like stagnant water, his chest heaved and fluctuated, obviously still very angry.

He was really scared, he could never forget the thrilling fight in Shoukang Palace two years ago.

The blood at the corner of Wei Qi's mouth, his pale complexion, and the bleeding from his seven orifices in the dream later, and his stiff body with death, all these things made the emperor fear.

And these fears deepened day by day unconsciously along with his love for Wei Qi.

Every year, slaves disappear in the palace, some with reason, some without reason, and some even whose corpses can't be found.

The emperor didn't want his favorite slave to disappear quietly in the palace one day.

In the past two years, he had dreamed that Wei Qi was murdered several times, but he searched for it to no avail.

After many years, Wei Qi's body was suddenly fished out from the dry well of an unknown remote palace, or a piece of his broken skeleton was dug out from under a rockery.

Dreams are sometimes too real, so real that if Wei Qi is lying next to him when he wakes up, he can't help but touch her, breathing like a bewildered man.

If there is no one around him, he can only clenched his fists and gasped for breath, resisting the fear in his heart alone in the dark and silent night.

Xiao Kaiyan was never flawless.

He watched Wei Qi very closely. In the palace, Wei Qi was never able to take a step towards the Qing Palace.

Most of them accompanied him when he left the palace, and even if he stayed, he would send a group of imperial guards to guard him.

The emperor didn't know what love was. His mother died young, his grandmother was tough, and his father was too cold and ruthless.

No one told him that distress and pity, fear and accommodation are inseparable from love.

The emperor just didn't want to lose this slave.

This servant who can play chess and read books with him in the silent night of the deep palace.

He finally realized that even if he could overturn the situation, it would not be easy to protect a servant he likes in the palace.

And...he looked down at the person in his arms.

Now he looks very cute and quiet, with a slender figure, not weak in physique, and not stupid in mind.

In fact, it is too lively and lively, innocent and innocent inside but stubborn and unruly, and beautiful things never last long.

His mood fluctuated, his arms trembled slightly, and gradually tightened with force.

But the emperor's thoughts and fears were never understood by the person in his arms.

Because the emperor is the son of heaven, how could the emperor tell a servant his absurd fears and nightmares.

He would not humbly ask this slave to take good care of himself, let alone speak out of his love.

Wei Qi only knew that he was trapped, and he couldn't break free from the shackles.

In the emperor's tent, the imperial physician had already been waiting by the couch. Seeing the Holy Majesty carrying someone into the room, he hurriedly greeted him.

The emperor put Wei Qi on the couch with strength that could not be called gentleness.

As usual, the imperial doctor put the handkerchief on Wei Qi's wrist, and after examining Hui Zi's pulse, he asked warmly, "Eunuch Wei, is there any discomfort for you?"

Wei Qi secretly glanced at the emperor who was standing aside with his hands behind his back, lowered his head and whispered, "My feet hurt."

"Hey." The emperor snorted coldly.

Everyone in the room trembled.

The imperial doctor gently lifted Wei Qi's hem and stopped daring to move.

"Eunuch An, please help me next time."

An Xi nodded, stepped forward to remove Wei Qi's shoes and socks, the imperial doctor turned around and avoided.

The latter shrank his feet, how could he ask Mr. An to take off his shoes and socks for him, such a dirty thing.

"Master An, come here by yourself, little one."

"What are you tossing about, be more honest!" The emperor suddenly cursed again, his voice was cold and harsh.

Wei Qi shrank his neck and dared not make a sound.

An Xi glared at him, signaling him not to cause trouble again.

He gently lifted Wei Qi's trousers, and injured his calf and ankle.

Anxi wrapped Wei Qi's feet with a scarf.

"grown ups."

Only then did the imperial doctor turn around.

It's really troublesome, but the person who became the emperor can't even let other men touch his hands and feet, even Wei Qi can be regarded as a man.

But at this moment, the Son of Heaven was standing beside him fiercely like the King of Hades, and the imperial doctor's legs were trembling, and he really didn't dare to move, for fear of offending Wei Qi and offending the Emperor.

The imperial doctor held up the person's foot through the scarf and examined it carefully. Even so, the emperor still frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable.

He held back his temper and asked, "How is the injury?"

"Returning to the Holy Father, Wei Xiaogong is fine, there is nothing wrong inside, only a slight scratch and sprain on his foot.

Flesh injuries can be healed in a few days, but ankle sprains need ten or so days. "

Fortunately, the horse was specially selected for a novice like Wei Qi, and he was not too tall.

Wei Qi was clever enough to protect his head, so the injuries were not serious, most of them were just skin wounds, with blood on his face.

But if there is no guard from the Imperial Army, and the horse tramples on Wei Qi in a frenzy, it will be very dangerous, and he will lose his life if he fails to keep it.

"It's fine, just wait and see."

"Whoo."

The imperial doctor said it was all right, and the emperor let go of the fists clenched behind his back.

After a few servants took care of Wei Qi, he waved away the crowd and prepared to settle accounts with Wei Qi.

Before stepping back, Anxi persuaded carefully, "My lord... Wei Qi is still hurt, don't get angry and break the dragon's body." He was just startled, so don't scold him too hard.

The emperor ignored him at all, just lifted his robe and sat down on the side of the couch.

Everyone bowed and retreated, and the curtains closed.

Wei Qi moved his butt slightly into the couch.

The emperor grabbed his arm with a little force, and the latter stopped moving.

"What did I say before being shortlisted this morning?" He leaned forward and pinched Wei Qi's cheeks, his tone as cold as ice.

Wei Qi's lips trembled and he couldn't answer for a while.

"Respond!" The emperor exerted force in his palm and reprimanded in a low voice.

"You, you tell... Tell the slave to slow down and be more careful, only...you can walk on horseback, not run.

And you have to follow the guards. With a guilty conscience, Wei Qi repeated the exact words he left in the morning.

I remember it pretty well, but I haven't seen it done.

"I remembered it, but I thought I told you to turn around and forget it."

Wei Qi cautiously raised his eyes to peek at his expression, "Slave...don't dare."

"Hey, what is there that you Wei Qi dare not do." The emperor sneered mockingly, "I ask you, how can your horse go crazy when it's so good?"

How could Wei Qi know that he just reined in and swung the whip.

"Your servant... I don't know." He replied in a nasty voice, "Your servant just stroked the horse, and the force was not heavy."

The emperor really wanted to give him a slap in the face, but it only took ten days to teach him how to ride a horse, and it only lasted half an hour a day.

He took a breath to calm his anger, and remained silent for a while, and there was silence in the emperor's tent.

Outside the tent, the autumn wind blows lightly on the yellowish grass, and the hares and birds flutter happily, creating a peaceful scene.

Wei Qi's heartbeat gradually accelerated amidst the emperor's silence.

"Wei Qi."

The latter let go of his hand on his cheek, leaving a bluish-red mark on the white jade-like skin, but Wei Qi dared not cry out for pain.

The emperor's eyes flicked across his cut calf and swollen ankle, and his palm pressed against the wound.

He whispered softly, "Do you have to ask someone to break your legs and tie them up in the Qianqing Palace so that you can live in peace?"

Wei Qi shuddered, his whole body froze, he felt that the Holy Majesty's words might not be a joke.

But he couldn't figure it out, the matter of riding a horse was mentioned by the Holy Majesty, the horse was also chosen by the Holy Majesty, and it was also the Majesty's promise to ride a horse well after leaving the palace.

He just moved the rein a little bit, who would have known that the docile horse would suddenly lose control, and he didn't want to.

How could it be all blamed on him alone.

If you really want to care about it, is the Holy Majesty himself right?This riding is still taught by him.

But Wei Qi absolutely dare not say these words at the moment, His Majesty is really angry...

He remembered the first year he accompanied the driver, that night Xiao Fangzi...

Wei Qi shuddered again.

"Slave...I don't dare anymore, I will definitely listen to you from now on."

He spread out the traces of his serious injury in order to win the emperor's softness and forgiveness, and he also knew that the emperor was sympathetic and indulgent to him.

The emperor was just trying to scare Wei Qi with angry words, not really wanting to break his legs.

But he also knew that the guarantees of this slave have never been counted.

How many times, the emperor closed his eyes and sighed in his heart.

It has been seen so strictly, and there is still an accident.

But I am the emperor, how many hours a day can I spend with a slave?Is it impossible to tie people to the body?

"You are not allowed to ride any more horses from now on." He frowned slightly, opened his eyes and looked behind Wei Qi, not looking at him.

The latter's eyes dimmed, but he still whispered, "Hey, the slave knows."

He lowered his head, still not reconciled, "But the slaver's injury... the slave feels that he doesn't care about horses, and it has nothing to do with the slave himself..."

"You don't need to worry about this much, I will send someone to investigate."

"Whoo."

The emperor took one last look at Wei Qi. He left the palace in high spirits, but after only two days in the paddock, he was bruised and haggard.

The emperor was really upset, he let go of Wei Qi, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

The emperor came out of the emperor's tent and turned to An Xi, "Go and check, find out."

"Hey." Anxi had already sent his subordinates to guard the horse corpse, and put the place where the incident happened under martial law.

On the first day of the siege, the emperor only hunted a few wild deer and antelopes, but neither leopards, tigers nor black bears.

The people below are still surprised, but even though they are guilty in their hearts, they are still flattering, saying, "Long live my emperor, my emperor is brave."

The brave emperor was holding back his anger, but he still had a dignified look on his face.

After the evening banquet for all the soldiers and princes and nobles, the emperor returned to his account.

Wei Qi is currently eating dinner on the couch, he is biting the roast mutton in his mouth, holding the mutton bone in his hand, his mouth is full of oil.

The emperor was even angrier when he saw it, and secretly scolded him for being thick-skinned, forgetting the pain when the scar healed.

Seeing the emperor coming in, Wei Qi hurriedly threw something into the silver bowl on his lap.

He still wants to say hello with greasy hands.

"Ansheng eats yours." The emperor gave him a cold look, and walked across the bed to the east side of the desk and sat down.

"Hey." Wei Qi looked embarrassed, grabbed the leg of lamb and lowered his head to eat in silence.

The other end rejoiced, "Your Majesty, the slaves you sent to investigate, the slaves have already found out some clues."

The emperor rubbed his eyebrows, "Say."

"Hey." An Xi took two steps forward, "As early as Wei Qi's accident, the servant immediately sent someone to guard the horse's corpse.

As soon as you order, the slave will rush to the place to watch the subordinates personally, and will never let the evil-minded people find an opportunity..." He chattered endlessly, vowing to make up for the merits and demerits.

"There's a basketful of old stuff and nonsense." The emperor interrupted in a low voice, "Pick up the important ones."

"Hey." Anxi stopped talking, and started another topic, "There is a row of very small silver needles hidden on the bridle, and I don't know who put them there. If the slave didn't check it carefully, it would be very difficult for people to find it."

On the couch, Wei Qi pricked up his ears and lowered his eyes to listen quietly.

"The silver needle is controlled by a cyan gemstone on the rein. Press the gemstone, and the silver needle will pop out, and the gemstone is exactly where the rider is holding the rope."

The emperor's fingers tapped on the table.

"Tie up the person in charge of the horse and the people who have led the horse for interrogation, and get some useful things out of the interrogation."

"Hey, this servant will go and order."

The beauties in the zodiac are like clouds, but the emperor prefers eunuchs who have no roots, and they are lucky every four days.

On the rest of the day, they can rest and stay up late to read the scriptures. On the day when the slaves go to bed, they have to send orders to the imperial dining room to accompany them for supper.

If you are a fool, no matter how strict you are, there will always be news.The baby seems to be hidden in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and no one can be seen during the New Year's Eve.

Two years ago, guards were sent for him to break into the Shoukang Palace, which angered the old ancestor. Now that the old ancestor is not doing well, he is about to leave.

The old ancestor couldn't get rid of the vixen when he was there, who can do anything to him once the old ancestor is gone?Why don't you go hunting while you're out of the palace, there are many people and hands, and you should work hard to kill them.

Concubine Jing is in charge of the palace and has the eldest prince. She is happy to see the emperor doting on the barren eunuch, but she also knows that she cannot get rid of him.

If someone is going to be stupid, what to do to stop him, and offend the Holy Majesty, as soon as the three-foot white silk is given, it will be gone.

Sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, you can't burn her left and right, at most it's not enough to govern the palace.

Under Wei Qisheng's family, they are already the target of public criticism.

The Son of Heaven's heart is hidden in trivial matters, but just revealing a little bit is already eye-catching.

But the former is ignorant and doesn't know the deep affection of the emperor.