Dianxia Qingcheng

Walked again in that dark place.

Pei Zheng opened his eyes again, but there was still a thick, indissoluble darkness in front of him.

This time it seemed to be night, and he was lying on his back on the bed. I don't know what time it is now?

He moved his body, and only then did he feel that there was a soft little person lying on his chest, being held tightly by him, and he seemed to be sleeping very uncomfortable.

Pei Zheng wanted to change him into a comfortable position, and put his arms around the little man and turned his body slightly, but he heard a very painful moan.

"I hurt..."

The voice was light and soft, full of grievances and forbearance.

Pei Zheng didn't dare to move anymore, and he didn't know what happened, so he asked softly and coaxingly, "What's the matter, darling? Where does it hurt?"

"Here... here... and here... all hurt..."

The little man still had his eyes closed, as if he was talking in his sleep, and his little fingers unconsciously drew circles on Pei Zheng's body, thinking it was his own body.

Pei Zheng held his hand and took a deep breath. In the middle of the night, the warm and fragrant nephrite was hugged in his arms, still so vaguely provocative...

Suddenly, Pei Zheng noticed something was wrong, why he seemed to smell a hidden smell of blood, his heart sank suddenly, and his fingers tremblingly stretched under the quilt.

Sure enough, the little man had wounds on his body. Although those wounds had been properly bandaged with medicine, the whip wounds still made people feel chills on the back.

While the little man was still asleep, he turned over and got out of bed, lit a candlestick and placed it beside the bed, then lifted the quilt and gently lifted up the plain white underwear.

The originally white and delicate skin was covered with bruises and bruises, and those whips were covered and could not be seen, but the little person would moan in pain in his sleep, how painful should it be?

Pei Zheng's breathing gradually became disordered, and he understood what the injury was almost instantly.

It was when the little man at that time wanted to escape from him, he was locked in the secret prison of the prime minister's mansion, tied to the wooden frame with chains, and suffered the scars caused by the whipping.

At that time, the little man's body was so bad that he almost couldn't wake up from the coma several times. After that, Pei Zheng also remembered that he took the little man to the street, and then Zhao Litang snatched him away. .

Scenes of past memories reappeared in front of him, and the more Pei Zheng thought about it, the more painful he was.

If he still doesn't know what love is like before, and only knows the endless plunder and encroachment, that's all. Now he just loves this little man

With the softest heart and the deepest love, after seeing that all the pain and suffering were the faults of his past self, the overwhelming guilt and regret almost swallowed him up.

This kind of torture is far more unbearable than the physical pain. A throbbing pain spread from the bottom of his heart. Pei Zheng covered his heart with one hand, and panted weakly with his hand propped on the side of the bed, even his fingertips tingled. Dense tingling sensation.

The faint candlelight flickered, reflecting the sleeping face of the little man on the bed, his beautiful brows were tightly frowned, and from time to time he had to softly chant "It hurts..."

Pei Zheng wanted to stretch out his hand to help him cover the quilt tighter, but unfortunately, his fingers were trembling so unbearably that he had to lift his breath to suppress the corners of the quilt for him smoothly. After some movements, Pei Zheng's eyes rolled Forbearance flushed.

After blowing out the candlestick, Pei Zheng lay back on the bed again, turned over, gently embraced the little man through the quilt, and then lowered his head and took a deep sniff at his neck.

I still remember that this silly little man once said to himself that he is not afraid of pain and can bear it very well.

Indeed, with such a serious injury, he could hold back only the occasional whimpering, but the more strong and sensible the little guy was, the more distressing he was.

"I know you can endure pain, but..." Pei Zheng's voice was muffled, and the corners of his eyes became a little moist, "I don't want you to suffer anymore..."

That whole night, Pei Zheng didn't fall asleep again. He faced the dim moonlight in the room and kept staring at the little man who was sleeping in his arms. It's only when I'm asleep that I can be hugged by myself so quietly. When the little person wakes up, I don't know how sad and uncomfortable it will be.

Pei Zheng touched his hair, and now he will only feel worse than a little man.

The sky slowly lit up, and the little man woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes, there was mist in his eyes, and after seeing Pei Zheng in front of him, he stared at him without moving, as if he thought he was still asleep.

Pei Zheng saw the misty eyes filled with tears, and then the long eyelashes trembled, and the tears rolled down.

"Brother Pei"

At that time, the little man hadn't called himself that for a long time.

Pei Zheng was sorely called out by this call, looking at his pale cheeks, he wished that he would suffer from the cramps and bones of himself at that time, and accompany the little man in pain.

But the little man quickly regained his sobriety, and the way he looked at Pei Zheng changed. It was full of fear and retreat, and there were some inexplicable feelings, but none of them were what Pei Zheng wanted to see.

"Is it still painful?" Pei Zheng reached out and stroked his hair gently, his eyes full of pity and love.

The little man didn't speak, but just shed tears silently. The wound on his body was painful, but the wound in his heart was the most fatal.

"Hey, don't cry, okay?" Pei Zheng wiped his tears carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking the fragile baby, "When you cry, it hurts me."

Terrible, it hurts much more than all the injuries I have suffered before..."

The little man was still crying silently.

"Come here," said Pei Zhengyang, "go to the palace to find Doctor Jiang."

When Jiang Yubai hurried over, he brought the medicine that Pei Zheng wanted.

This medicine has a miraculous effect, and it can relieve pain after applying it, so it is extremely scarce, and there is no one in the hospital. Because Pei Zheng needed it urgently, Jiang Yubai bit the bullet and asked a lady in the palace to ask for some.

When he arrived at Pei Zheng's room, Jiang Yubai thought that Pei Zheng was injured and needed to use it, thinking that the heavens finally knew how to punish him, but who knew it was for His Royal Highness.

"His Royal Highness suffered another trauma?" Jiang Yubai said worriedly, "The previous injury hasn't healed yet, why did you get a new injury?"

After Pei Zheng took the medicine, he ignored him again, and the little man lying on the bed was like a broken porcelain white doll, with empty eyes and no response.

"Master Pei?" Jiang Yubai called again.

"You go back first."

Pei Zheng only said this in a flat tone, and Jiang Yubai was taken out by Chengfeng.

There were only two people left in the room. Pei Zheng sat on the edge of the bed and said in the softest tone, "Let me give you some medicine, okay? After taking this medicine, you won't feel any pain."

He gently grabbed a corner of the quilt, trying to lift it up, but the corner of the quilt was held by the little man underneath, preventing him from pulling it away.

"No... want... don't..." the little man shook his head while talking, and kept shrinking into the quilt, "it hurts... it hurts..."

Pei Zheng was stung by his subconscious action, he was so scared to hide from himself, what should he do...

"It won't hurt, darling, don't be afraid, it won't hurt."

Pei Zheng calmed his emotions patiently, trying to dispel his worries and fears, but the little man did not relax in the slightest.

Pei Zheng looked sideways, saw the medicine bowl on the table next to him, smashed the medicine bowl directly, and then scratched his arm with a sharp piece of broken porcelain without hesitation, and blood flowed out instantly.

After seeing the bright red blood, the little man was a little frightened, looked at Pei Zheng in disbelief, and frowned.

Pei Zheng finally saw some other expressions on his face, and he could even see some worry in his eyes.

After wiping off the blood, Pei Zheng applied a small amount of ointment to the wound, and the blood stopped immediately, and the wound was no longer red, and the pain was relieved by most.

"Look, it doesn't bleed anymore, right? After applying it, the wound will heal faster, and it won't hurt so much."

Seeing that the little man had been staring at the wound on his arm, Pei Zheng purposely used that wounded hand to pull him. As expected, he didn't resist so fiercely.

As if afraid of hurting Pei Zheng again.

Slowly pulling the little man to the front, Pei Zheng unwrapped the bandaged gauze for him. After seeing the scar underneath, his breathing trembled a little, and he gently applied the ointment with his fingers.

The little man also seemed to feel that the pain was not so much after the ointment was applied, so he lowered his eyes slightly to look at Pei Zheng's wound.

He looked very seriously, very seriously, without blinking his eyes.

When Pei Zheng applied it to his collarbone, he saw the bite mark on it. At this time, the bite mark had not been tattooed, and the red lotus had not yet bloomed here.

Pei Zheng rubbed his fingers on it with some nostalgia, and there was a dull pain in his heart. The bite mark must have been particularly painful at the beginning.

—After everything was dealt with, Pei Zheng looked at the little man's pale cheeks and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Since he got up in the morning till now, the little man hasn't eaten a bite. When he was locked in that prison, he might not be able to eat a few mouthfuls of food every day.

The little man didn't speak or answer, and slowly shrunk to the innermost part of the bed to sit, hugging his knees and curling up into a ball, staring blankly at the bedding.

Seeing him like this, Pei Zheng couldn't bear to force him to talk anymore, so he ordered his servants to find Yipinxiang's cook, cooked a feast at the prime minister's mansion, and brought them to Pei Zheng's room one by one. Come.

The smell of that gourmet food gradually spread in the room, the little man was actually empty, after smelling the tangy aroma, he took a slight sniff.

Pei Zheng saw it, and slowly sat down beside the bed, "Is it because I'm here that you don't want to eat or talk?"

The little man didn't respond.

"Then... I'm leaving, come down and eat something obediently, okay? Don't starve."

Pei Zheng wanted to reach out to touch his head, but he was afraid that he would not want to, so he restrained his movements and said softly, "I brought Li Yu here and let him accompany you, okay?"

The little man's expression finally loosened, his eyes became moist all of a sudden, and he whispered, "Little Yuzi..."

The door of the room was pushed open by someone, and it was indeed Li Yu who came.

"Your Highness..."

Li Yu also shed tears, and wanted to rush to the bed, but seeing Pei Zheng beside him, he didn't dare to move.

"Take care of him and let him eat more."

Pei Zheng left a sentence, turned and walked out the door.

It was cold outside, with a winter wind blowing.

Pei Zheng was never afraid of the cold, but he shivered.