Dianxia Qingcheng

"Doctor Jiang is here." The eunuch's announcement came from outside the door.

Pei Zheng hugged the little man and didn't move.

Jiang Yubai stepped into the door of the dormitory. He was wearing a large imperial doctor's official uniform with a handsome face. He coughed lightly after seeing the two people on the bed.

"I've seen Mr. Pei."

Only then did Pei Zheng move away in a calm manner, "Doctor Jiang, I'm sorry."

Qi Changyi was leaning comfortably on Pei Zheng's chest, but suddenly lost his support and pursed his mouth in dissatisfaction, but cooperated with Jiang Yubai's pulse diagnosis sensibly.

"Your Highness is just infected with a cold, it doesn't matter, I will write a prescription later and ask people to get the side medicine."

Jiang Yubai withdrew his hand, turned around and went to write the prescription.

Just now, the people in the prince's hall broke into the imperial hospital under the name of Pei Zheng. Looking at it, they thought the prince had some incurable disease. Jiang Yubai was so scared that he ran over in a hurry, but it turned out that it was just a little cold.

"Wait, there are other wounds on his body. Doctor Jiang should take a look at them as well."

Pei Zheng said suddenly, but it was clearly a caring word, but it was like giving orders coldly when he said it from his mouth.

Jiang Yubai curled his lips, and had no choice but to go to the bed again to check carefully for Qi Changyi.

"The injury is in the knee, and there is no need to check other places."

Pei Zheng said quietly again.

Jiang Yubai really couldn't help turning around and giving him a blank stare. He didn't want him to touch His Highness, so he just said it, insulting his ethics as a doctor in a roundabout way.

But he was afraid of the methods of this cold-blooded prime minister, so he obediently lifted Qi Changyi's trouser legs to check.

The white and thin knees were indeed red and swollen, and some places had even turned purple, which made people feel distressed.

The lonely and helpless little Highness really fell into Pei Zheng's hands. On weekdays, Jiang Yubai would come to treat his injuries from time to time. Some were bullied by other people in the palace, and some were caused by Pei Zheng.

After hastily prescribing several prescriptions for wind-cold and trauma, Jiang Yubai resigned.

After ordering the people in the bedroom to take the medicine down and fry it, Pei Zheng sat on the head of Qi Changyi's bed, casually picked up a manual beside his bed and read it.

It is full of neat and uniform handwriting, which is too neat and even looks a bit old-fashioned.

This is the effect of him asking Qi Changyi to read more books and practice more calligraphy. Now it seems that he has practiced obediently.

However, when I turned to the last few pages of the manual, Zhao Litang's name was densely written, and the writing was very serious.

Pei Zhengyang tore the manual in half and threw it under the bed.

After the medicine was cooked, the maid brought it up respectfully, and wanted to go forward and feed Qi Changyi a drink.

Pei Zheng reached out to take the medicine bowl and sent the maid away.

Qi Changyi was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed in pain, his cheeks were flushed like rouge specially applied by a woman.

Pei Zheng helped him up and leaned on his shoulder, but his movements were not gentle.

"Drink it."

But the medicine juice was too bitter, and the drowsy little man spit out all the medicine juice with the tip of his tongue, and still took a breath, "It's so bitter, so bitter."

Pei Zheng became impatient, raised his head and swallowed all the black concoction in the medicine bowl, then pinched Qi Changyi's cheeks with his fingers, forcing him to open his mouth.

Qi Changyi was in pain, his eye sockets were slightly moist, before he had time to react, his mouth was tightly sealed, and then the bitter medicine was poured into his mouth.

He instinctively wanted to spit out the medicinal juice again, but his tongue was firmly suppressed by another softness, so he could only swallow the black and bitter medicinal juice into his throat while whimpering.

After swallowing the concoction, Pei Zheng didn't move his lips. He sacked the city and plundered the land fiercely as if punishing him, as if he wanted to take the little man apart and swallow him whole, leaving his mark on every place before he gave up. .

Before parting, Pei Zheng bit his teeth on the bright red lips, and the bloody smell rolled into their mouths, Qi Changyi hissed in pain, and coquettish blood bloomed on his lips.

Pei Zheng stretched out his finger to wipe it off for him, and said in a cold voice, "Your Highness needs to recuperate well, and you must not be late for class in the study tomorrow."

After speaking, he got up and left.

Qi Changyi lied back on the bed with his body limp, covering his mouth and staring at the bed curtain above his head.

Is elder brother Pei a dog? Otherwise, why would he bite him so painfully.