Dianxia Qingcheng

Qi Changyi was pulled away from the dream by a strong force, and fell directly to sit on the cold ground, subconsciously supporting the ground with his palms, the wound that managed to stop the bleeding suddenly tore open, and the gauze was dyed red.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and half of Pei Zheng's face standing in front of him was hidden in the darkness, only a pair of cold eyes without a trace of warmth were exposed.

Pei Zheng leaned forward and lifted the little man's chin, looking at his face against the dim moonlight, his white forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat from the pain.

The little man moved his nose slightly and sniffed lightly. The strong smell of alcohol instantly made him frown.

This small expression was captured by Pei Zheng, and the cold air swept over his eyes instantly.

"People! Why haven't they been delivered yet!"

Some angry voices sounded, and the guards who were dazed at the door and did not dare to act rashly brought in the jingling objects in a hurry.

Pei Zheng flicked his fingers, and the little man lost his strength and fell to the ground.

"Tied up."

Qi Changyi, who was lying on the ground, was directly lifted up, and the heavy and hard chain was wound around his white and thin arms a few times, and then tightened.

"Forehead……"

Qi Changyi let out a muffled snort, which was heard by Pei Zheng who was standing aside, and asked angrily, "Didn't you say you can bear the pain? Can you bear this little pain?"

Qi Changyi clenched his lips. The current Pei Zheng's face was ghastly. He just treated himself better these days, so how could he forget his true nature.

The essence of Pei Zheng is nothing more than a power holder who is brutal, brutal and murderous by any means.

But Brother Pei was obviously not like this before.

"Brother Pei, what's wrong with you..."

Qi Changyi's hands were tied to the wooden pillars on both sides of the bed. He had long since neglected his blood-dropping palms, and his eyes were red.

Pei Zhengqing stepped forward, pinched his chin and said, "What's wrong with me, I'm fine. I also want to ask you, why don't you listen to me? Hmm? Why are you just disobedient."

Tears rolled down Qi Changyi's eyes, "I know I was wrong, I won't run around anymore, I will be obedient..."

Pei Zheng didn't seem to hear his words at all, and suddenly pulled out the brocade clothes and jade belt around his waist, and raised his hand to grab the little man's body.

The brocade belt is slender and soft, and it won't cause any scars when it is drawn on the body, but the pain has not diminished at all, leaving a series of swollen red marks, which is good to relieve.

"I'm not familiar with it, and I'm against me everywhere!" Pei Zhengyang slammed his hand a few more times, "If you clearly promise, you can't count it in a blink of an eye!"

Pei Zheng's eyes were scarlet, his consciousness had already been paralyzed by the alcohol, and he just wanted to vent on his own.

"Is it, is it that your imperial family is born ruthless and ungrateful! Well, then I will be more ruthless and cold-blooded than you!"

The sound of whipping sounded again, Qi Changyi tightened his arms, his lower lip was bitten bloodstained, his face was covered with tears, and the suppressed crying made people tremble.

Hearing the crying sound faintly, Pei Zheng stopped his movements, no, no, the arrogant son of heaven would not cry like this, let alone begging himself so disregarding his dignity.

Throwing away the jade belt, staring closely at those pearly eyes, Pei Zheng seemed to want to see what happened on his face, somber and silent.

He thought of that cold snowy night again, when the young master in gold silk robe gave an order, and he walked through the door of hell for his life, and he remembered that disgusting look in his eyes for so many years.

The demons devoured him overwhelmingly. Pei Zheng suddenly reached out and grabbed Qi Changyi's neck. With the other hand, he tore off the robe in front of the little man, revealing his white and thin collarbone.

Like a piece of pure white jade, dazzling in the dark.

Gradually tightening his hands, he heard the uncomfortable whimpering sound of "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" etc. He leaned over and lightly touched the protruding collarbone with the tip of his tongue.

Then he opened his mouth and bit the thin skin. He didn't let go when he tasted the smell of blood, and kept biting until the blood rolled down the skin.

Pei Zheng raised his head and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

The neat bite mark is attached below the collarbone, like an enchanting blooming flower, leaving a permanent mark.

Swallowing the bloody smell in his mouth, Pei Zheng's eyes finally became clearer, but the little man in front of him had his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Squeezing the center of his brows hard, Pei Zheng had a splitting headache, as if thousands of bugs were devouring and gnawing on his mind. He stepped back a little, and saw clearly the messy bed, and the half-stained sheet.

His heart beat a few times uneasily, Pei Zheng patted the little man's cheek hastily, and called out, "Your Highness, Your Highness?"

In the past, the person who would respond to him with a smile is still motionless now.

"Come here!" Pei Zheng said anxiously, "Come to Doctor Jiang!"

Waiting for Jiang Yubai's arrival, Pei Zheng ordered someone to let go of Qi Changyi's wrist, but the dark guard was stared at by Pei Zheng's gloomy eyes, his hands were shaking like a sieve, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Pei Zheng was so angry that he stepped forward and kicked the person away, "Go away, useless thing."

Then he started to explain it to Qi Changyi himself, his hands were still trembling slightly.

Finally untied the heavy chain and threw it aside heavily, the pampered little man's wrist was covered with red, swollen and broken skin scars.

Gently placing Qi Changyi on the bed, his closed eyes showed no sign of opening.

At this time, the moonlight gradually faded, and the sky was already slightly bright.

When Chengfeng hurried over with Jiang Yubai, Pei Zheng was sitting by the bed, holding the little man's hand and staring at him closely.

"Master," Chengfeng saluted, "Princess Jiang has arrived, and you should prepare to go to court."

Pei Zheng moved his eyelids, looked at the two people standing upright in the outer hall, and finally got up and walked out.

When he passed Jiang Yubai's side, Jiang Yubai, who was very smelly of alcohol, almost fainted.

Did this lord fall into the wine tank?

"Master Pei." Jiang Yubai called to stop him, and handed over a pill, "Take it and go to court, hangover."

Pei Zheng took the throw into the entrance, glanced at the quiet inner hall, "It's... troublesome inside." Then he said to Cheng Feng, "Stay here and leave when someone wakes up."

Then the hall became quiet again.

Jiang Yubai breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards the inner hall with the medicine box in his hands, complaining, "There are so many imperial doctors in the imperial hospital, I don't know what Pei Zheng likes me, I know so many of his secrets, I won't be caught by him one day." Let's kill and silence..."

As soon as he stepped into the inner hall, Jiang Yubai smelled some remaining alcohol and the smell of blood and rust in the air.

His heart tightened, and he walked quickly to the bed, he couldn't help but gasped.

With so much blood and so many scars, how much pain must His Highness suffer to faint from the pain?