Dianxia Qingcheng

A gust of wind suddenly blew up in the darkness, and Pei Zheng's ears were whistling. He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and only lifted his eyelids to look over when the wind stopped.

The scenery has already changed before the eyes, here is a barren mountain, the moonlight hangs high, in front of it is a towering and steep cliff, the wind blows up from the bottom of the cliff, engulfing people and is about to fall.

Pei Zheng was standing on the edge of the cliff, almost falling, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly took a big step back.

"Ouch!"

- A soft voice came from behind him, and a little man appeared from behind him, clutching his forehead, looking at Pei Zheng eagerly.

"Brother Pei, are you alright? You, you scared me to death just now..."

The little man pursed his mouth while talking, it seemed that he was about to cry because he was wronged.

Pei Zheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized where it was, and then felt the blood all over his body start to flow backwards, and a chill seeped from his back, making him shiver uncontrollably.

He stretched out his hand to grab the little man into his arms, and hugged him tightly, hugging so hard, as if he was terrified that he would lose it.

The little man stood on tiptoe slightly, his whole body was about to be lifted up, and he was a little short of breath.

The little hand patted Pei Zheng's back softly, and whispered softly in his ear, "Don't be afraid, brother Pei, it's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Like a little adult, comforting the trembling person in front of him.

After hugging for a long time, Pei Zheng could try his best to calm down and let go of the little man.

I recalled what I had said to the little man on the edge of the cliff before—

——Never betray me, always think of me, remember me one by one

——No matter what I say or do, always believe in me, stand by my side, and never leave me one by one

Tonight, it seems that he has already said these words, and after he finished speaking, his head was dizzy, and he kept walking towards the edge of the cliff. The little man was frightened and dragged him behind but couldn't. Fortunately, when he was on the edge of the cliff, his consciousness suddenly The intrusion, the return of sanity, did not fall off the cliff.

Not wanting to stay here any longer, Pei Zheng pulled the little man onto the horse, turned his head to take a deep look at this place, and galloped away towards the hunting ground.

——On the way, Pei Zheng's face was serious, he manipulated the rein with one hand, and kept holding the little man in front of him with the other.

When we returned to the hunting ground, the surroundings were dark and quiet, and the people in the other tents had already rested.

Pei Zheng got off the horse first, and then hugged the man on the horse. Instead of sending him back to the prince's tent, he carried him back to his own tent.

The little man just obediently let Pei Zheng make arrangements, nestled in his arms as quietly as an obedient kitten, and didn't resist at all.

Chengfeng in front of the tent saw the two of them, bowed his head and said, "Master, Your Highness."

Pei Zheng said "hmm" lightly.

"Master, the fourth prince came here just now, and I told him that you had fallen asleep, but he didn't seem to believe it..."

"Don't mind him."

Pei Zheng went straight into the tent with the person in his arms.

It was even darker inside the tent, and the little man gripped the skirt of Pei Zheng's chest in fear, and shrank into his arms again.

Pei Zheng put the little man on his bed, lit a candlestick, and looked at his forehead by the candlelight.

The white and smooth skin turned out to be red in large patches, and a bump was slightly swollen.

Slender fingers attached to it and pressed gently.

"Umm..."

The little man's eyes immediately flashed with water, and he whimpered softly.

"It's red." Pei Zheng's tone was light and soft, his eyes were extremely deep and dark, filled with a lot of unspeakable forbearance and complexity.

He wanted to tell the little man his love, to tell him to stay away from that cliff in the future, and to tell him that the imperial decree of getting married after returning to the palace was not his original intention...

But all the words were held back in his throat, as if an invisible force was preventing him from speaking.

Pei Zheng looked at him deeply for a while.

"Do you have any ointment on you?"

The little man groped in his bosom a few times, and he really found a delicate little medicine box, which exuded a faint medicinal fragrance.

It was given to him by Pei Zheng in the carriage today, and he put it away obediently.

Pei Zheng opened the small medicine box, took some ointment with his fingertips, then leaned over, and gently applied the ointment on the little man's red forehead with his fingertips.

"Brother Pei..." The little man raised his eyes to look at him, and called out softly, the water in his eyes was still rippling, "You, are you angry?"

Brother Pei has been gloomy since just now, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look happy.

Pei Zheng paused, and smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, "No, not angry."

He put away the medicine box and put the little man back into his arms, it was very soft and warm inside.

"It hurt you again, it's just distressing."

The little man took his hand, "It's okay Brother Pei, you didn't do it on purpose, you almost fell just now, you must be very scared, right?"

Pei Zheng held those small hands, put them on his cheeks, and rubbed them slightly, "Yes..."

I'm scared, very scared, afraid of what hasn't happened, afraid of experiencing all the pain again, afraid that even if I have love in my heart, it will only hurt endlessly, afraid that I can only watch you leave without being able to recover ...

Just like the cliff where the first snow fell, a fiery red figure fell desperately under the heavy snow...

Feeling his head being gently stroked twice, Pei Zheng raised his eyes, with some red blood oozing in them, as if he was so depressed that he was about to collapse at any moment.

"Don't be afraid, I will be with you... Just like Brother Pei would suddenly appear to accompany me when I was afraid before, I promised Brother Pei to stand by your side forever, you still have me... ..."

The sincerity and enthusiasm in the little man's eyes burned into Pei Zheng's heart like a ball of fire. He stared closely at the bright red lips, leaned over and gently sucked them in his mouth.

The candles were then extinguished.

Early the next morning, there was a commotion outside the camp. Pei Zheng pinched his brows and got off the bed with a gloomy and terrifying expression.

Last night, he basically didn't sleep much, and the memories of the past kept rolling in his mind, the good and the bad were staged one after another like a revolving lantern.

On the contrary, the little man lying beside him, even in such a poor outdoor camp, could rarely sleep so soundly.

Last night, Pei Zheng didn't do anything, just a long and moist kiss, and then he coaxed the little man to rest.

Seeing that the little man hadn't woken up yet, Pei Zheng put on his robe and left the tent.

He remembered that today he would compete with the barbarian envoys in archery and horsemanship.

A lot of people and horses had gathered outside the camp, and the barbarian envoy Amul stood among the crowd on a tall horse, looking very majestic and majestic.

Seeing Pei Zheng's displeased face, Chengfeng reminded him in a low voice, "Master, Amul's envoy proposed to the emperor to have a competition of archery and horsemanship, and also asked you to participate in it."

After Chengfeng finished speaking, he saw that Pei Zheng had been staring coldly at Amul, who was not far away, his eyes were full of sternness and gloom, with a strong sense of aggression.

Suddenly, Pei Zhenghu pulled out Chengfeng's saber casually, and with a volley of fingers, the sword flew straight towards Amul.

Pei Zheng stood on the spot and controlled the sword with Qi, and the sword passed the crowd nimbly, and flew in front of Amul's horse in an instant.

Everyone was in an uproar, the horse was startled, its front hooves suddenly raised high, and the man on the horse fell off.

Amul's reaction was quick, he jumped off the horse as soon as he put his hands on the horse's back, and just about to land, the sword turned around and turned back, still entangled him,

In order to avoid the sword, Amul couldn't react in time, so he sat down on the ground.

Several ministers covered their mouths and began to giggle when they saw the barbarian envoys who had been arrogant just now make a fool of themselves in public.

Amul stood up from the ground in a panic, with a disheveled face, and saw Pei Zheng standing calmly in front of the tent, pointed at him and said loudly, "Pei Zheng! How dare you tease me! I am an envoy sent by the barbarians, yes You honored guests of the Heavenly Dynasty, do you have this kind of hospitality in the world! You...you can't just want to avenge your personal grievances!"

Everyone looked over.

At this time, with a hook of Pei Zheng's finger, the sword flew back obediently, with a bird stuck in the sword.

Chengfeng broke the bird off the sword, threw it into the crowd with a wave of his hand, and then put the sword back into the scabbard.

"This morning, the bird was screaming happily, making people irritable. I was just looking for a quiet place. Why did the envoy react so violently?"

Pei Zheng smiled, and glanced at the other officials indifferently, and they lowered their heads obediently.

How can there be any noise this morning, the most noisy one is the envoy of Amul.

Amul gritted his teeth, and looked at Pei Zheng firmly, "Okay, okay, I have seen that Mr. Pei is good at controlling swords, but I don't know if the others are equally impressive?"

Pei Zheng suppressed his smile and raised his chin slightly, as if he was unattainable and extremely cold and arrogant.

"Whatever you want to compare, I will accompany you all."

At this moment, there was some movement from the tent behind him. It seemed that someone jumped off the bed with bare feet, and then ran over with pattering legs.

Regardless of how many pairs of eyes were staring at him, Pei Zheng turned around and entered the tent again, leaving the others outside.

Amul raised his voice to his back, "Master Pei, it's settled, I'll wait for you outside the woods, don't make excuses!"

The curtains of the camp had just fallen.

Pei Zheng opened his arms and directly took the little man who ran over to his arms. He looked down and saw that he was indeed not wearing shoes, and was stepping on the ground with his small, white and tender feet.

Picking up his legs and hugging him horizontally, Pei Zheng blamed him in a low voice, but his tone was full of tenderness and indulgence, "Why did you come down without wearing shoes? Huh?"

The little man hooked his neck obediently, nestled in his arms and said sullenly, "Brother Pei, I haven't seen you since I woke up... I thought, I thought... you had already left..."