Dianxia Qingcheng

Zhao Litang carefully hugged the little man in front of him, his figure became a little thinner, and the slender and soft mass in his arms made people feel distressed, and the strength of his hands involuntarily increased a little. .

"Brother Tang, Brother Tang, you, please let go of me first, okay? I'm about to lose my breath."

Qi Changyi whispered.

Zhao Litang quickly let go of his hand, and said with concern, "I'm sorry, I was too excited for a while, and I couldn't help myself. How are you doing? It's okay."

Right? "

Qi Changyi raised a smiling face, "I feel better, not so uncomfortable, really."

As he spoke, he turned around to prove that he was fine.

Zhao Litang finally smiled and heaved a sigh of relief.

The two talked again, during which Shen Huan came to deliver a decoction, Qi Changyi thanked her politely, and obediently swallowed it all up.

It was already very late at night, and Zhao Litang didn't want to disturb Qi Changyi's rest anymore. He just woke up, and even though his illness has been cured, he still needs to rest well.

"Chang Yi, it's already very late today, you should have a good rest first, let's talk about something tomorrow."

Zhao Litang watched Qi Changyi climbed onto the bed, tucked him in the quilt, and then blew out the candlesticks, turned around and left the tent.

As a result, as soon as he walked out of the camp, there was a black figure standing in front of him, with his back to the moonlight, his face hidden in the darkness.

With a sound of "Ye", the cold sword was unsheathed.

Zhao Litang felt his neck being pinned by a cold sharp object, he was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Pei Zheng meant.

"General Zhao, the blood on this sword belongs to those insiders."

Pei Zheng hooked the corners of his lips, "How about it, it's still hot."

Zhao Litang smelled the blood on the sword and heard Pei Zheng's strange tone, his back felt sick with nausea, and he hurriedly took a step back to avoid the sword.

"Master Pei, are you going to interrogate those internal thieves? Did you find anything out of the interrogation?"

Pei Zheng withdrew his sword and thrust it into the ground casually.

"No," he said, "I killed them."

"People who have no use value have no reason to live."

Zhao Litang's anger suddenly rushed to his head. He had accumulated resentment towards Pei Zheng all the time, and now he heard that he had disposed of the criminal he had caught without authorization, and he became even more angry.

"You actually killed everyone! Why didn't you discuss it with me first? Mr. Pei, there is one thing you need to be clear about. This is not the imperial capital, but a frontier barracks! It's not a place where you can cover the sky with one hand!"

Pei Zheng looked at the angry Zhao Litang, but his expression remained indifferent, and he even raised his lips and smiled.

"I'm just handling a little matter for General Zhao. Since I can't even interrogate people, I don't need to be interrogated by others. If I don't kill them, can I still keep them?"

With that said, Pei Zheng raised his eyes to look at Zhao Litang.

"What's more, I think General Zhao is so busy and has stayed in this tent for so long, there must be something more important than military affairs."

His tone was a little flirtatious, and the tails of his eyes were slightly squinted, looking like he was joking.

But only those who are familiar with Pei Zheng know that the more calm he looks, the more he cares in his heart, and the more he is trying to suppress something.

"You! Be respectful in what you say!" Zhao Litang's voice was a little louder, and he also forgot that it was midnight and the little man inside had just fallen asleep.

"Haven't I respected General Zhao enough?"

Pei Zheng sneered, "He just regards you as an elder brother, how could he know what unworthy thoughts you have in your heart?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Litang swung his fist head-on.

Pei Zheng dodged sideways, and instead punched Zhao Litang in the face.

Zhao Litang wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and punched Pei Zheng back.

"I admit that I not only regard him as my younger brother, but I have never had any dirty thoughts about him. But you, what unreasonable things you have done, do you want me to tell you the details!"

"Oh? What is it? I want to hear it."

Zhao Litang gritted his teeth, and said with difficulty, "Letting him lose a child in his stomach doesn't count."

Pei Zheng froze slightly.

"If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have to bear this at all. He doesn't know, he doesn't know that he had a child, so he doesn't know how to be sad. But you, you know all this, how can you do it like you are now? Don't care, without any grief? Or is it because Mr. Pei has a bad memory and has already forgotten?"

Pei Zheng held the sword that he had inserted into the ground just now, and his eyes were cold.

Who said he forgot?

How could he forget, how dare he forget.

It's just buried deep in my heart, I dare not say it, I dare not think about it, I dare not touch it, as long as I touch it, it will be piercing and painful, making it difficult to breathe.

That was his child too, a child that belonged to both of them.

It is a sprout that hastily left this world before it was born.

It's just that before he had time to think about that little life, the dying little person took all his attention.

But now, how could he be accused so easily of not caring?

Pei Zheng picked up the cold sword, and the sword flew a few times in the air, and then stabbed straight at Zhao Litang who was still lying on the ground.

"do not want!"

At this time, a small black shadow flashed by under the moonlight, and rushed over to block Zhao Litang.

Pei Zheng opened his eyes slightly, and only had time to withdraw his inner strength in a panic, so that the sword barely stopped in front of the little man, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Qi Changyi didn't know when he woke up, nor when he quietly left the tent, nor did he know what he heard just now.

He was dressed in thin clothes, his hair was disheveled behind his back, his small plain face was full of tears, his eyes glistened with tears, and he looked at Pei Zheng.

Pei Zheng took a step forward and called softly, "Your Highness"

Qi Changyi suddenly turned his face away and looked away.

He turned around and looked at Zhao Litang, saw the injuries on his face and mouth, and asked, "Brother Tang, you are injured, let me help you up first."

Zhao Litang let Qi Changyi support him to stand up. He didn't know if Chang Yi acted so resistant to Pei Zheng because he heard what he said just now. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

"Chang Yi, listen to me"

"Brother Tang, it's cold outside, let's go in first, I want to wipe your wound."

Zhao Litang also noticed that Qi Changyi was wearing very little clothes and his body was still shaking slightly, thinking that he was feeling cold, so he followed him into the tent.

The curtains of the tent fell, and the warmth inside blocked the cold outside.

As soon as he walked in, Qi Changyi suddenly let go of Zhao Litang's arm, as if he had lost all strength, he slowly squatted down, hugged his knees, and buried his head in the crook of his arms.

Zhao Litang squatted down together, patted him on the shoulder, and asked worriedly, "Chang Yi, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? If you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and I'll call Doctor Jiang to help you." Let's take a look, okay?"

"No, no, brother Tang, I want to stay by myself for a while, can you let me be quiet for a while?"

Qi Changyi didn't raise his head, and cried in a muffled voice, as if he was trying to hold back something.

Zhao Litang held his arm worriedly, "Then you have to go back to bed first, you are getting cold, go cover yourself with a quilt to keep warm."

"Brother Tang, I'm fine, just let me stay by myself, okay? I'll be fine in a while, really please go out first, okay?"

Having said all this, Zhao Litang really couldn't bear to force him any longer, sighed, took off his outer robe and put it on for him, then turned around and walked out of the tent.

Opening the curtain and looking out, there is no one outside, only the cold sword is still shining coldly in the moonlight.

Qi Changyi was the only one left in the tent. He hugged his knees and curled up on the ground. Although the charcoal fire in the tent was burning hot and he was wearing Zhao Litang's thick robe, he still felt the chill. to the bone.

Just now, he was standing behind the curtain of the tent, a few steps away, and heard the conversation between the two outside clearly.

Although he is stupid, he can still understand some words.

He tried hard to recall those memories that he seemed to have forgotten, and suddenly felt a dull pain in his stomach.

Not a physical pain, but an empty void caused by the absence of something.

A small hand slowly attached to his abdomen, which was flat and thin, and could touch the hip bones on both sides.

Has there ever been a little life here?

But, because you didn't protect him well, let him leave, right?

Did he come and then leave because he didn't like himself?

Do you think you are too stupid to take good care of him?

Qi Changyi's tears kept ticking on his cuff as if the embankment had been burst, soaking that place wet.

In the silent night, everyone else had already slept soundly. There was only one lonely little fool, hugging his knees, weeping uncontrollably, sad alone.

I don't know how long I cried until my whole body became numb from the cold, and my bare little feet were pale and bloodless.

Suddenly, it seemed as if someone was gently stroking his hair. The little man raised his head slightly, blinked his eyes slowly twice, and saw a pair of golden silk black boots appearing in front of him, and was embraced by a warm embrace like a treasure. Generally hugged into the arms.

A little alcohol smelled around her body, and Qi Changyi also inhaled a little drunk.

Then the arm was limply grabbed and lifted, and wrapped around the back of the neck of the person in front of him. A hand pressed forward gently on the back, and the little man opened his arms, and embedded himself deeply in the chest of the person in front of him. .

This embrace was deeper than anyone else's, and the bodies of the two hugged were tightly fitted together, with no room for a gap.

Before Qi Changyi could react, he felt a hot and humid touch from his neck, and his hot breath sprayed on his fair neck.

"Be careful, don't ignore me, okay?"