Dianxia Qingcheng

—It wasn't until dark that the person on the bed woke up with two whimpers.

His eyes stared blankly at the carved wooden beams above his head. Although he was already awake, his consciousness seemed to be pulled away from his body.

His expression was in a trance, and his heart ached like a twist.

Closing his eyes, a beautiful woman in plain clothes appeared in front of him, smiling softly, and reaching out to hold him.

His eye sockets became hot, and his fingers grabbed something in mid-air, but when he swung around, it turned out to be nothing.

Opening her eyes again, tears trickled down the corners of her eyes.

"woke up."

A cold voice came from the side.

Qi Changyi was still lying there blankly, neither speaking nor responding, as if lifeless.

Pei Zheng walked to the bed, and the person on the bed didn't even look at him. He reached out and grabbed the thin arm to lift him up, and pinched his chin to look at him.

"say!"

Qi Changyi looked at Pei Zheng, but the focus of his eyes was not on his face. His lips were pale and bloodless, and his eyes were soaked in clear water.

"Brother Pei." His voice was hoarse, as if he was about to bleed.

Pei Zheng's hands suddenly relaxed, and he just said something, no matter what he said.

"Let me go."

The long and narrow eyes narrowed again, and the loose fingers covered the two finger marks again, "What did you say?"

The little man's jaw suddenly hurt, and he lost his control and could easily crush his mandible.

"Go?" Pei Zheng moved closer to his face, "Don't even think about it."

Big drops of Qi Changyi's tears fell down, hitting Pei Zheng's hands, and the hot drops slowly fainted.

Pei Zheng laughed, "Hate me?"

Qi Changyi was in severe pain, and his body was trembling non-stop.

"You should hate me, you should hate me to death."

Pei Zheng's eyes were red. There are not a few people in the world who hate him. It should be said that there are not many people in the world who don't hate him.

But he never cared, as long as he was in high position and powerful, he could make all the voices against him disappear.

The cold-blooded, ruthless, cruel and violent people in power have been looking at no one for a long time, and they don't know how to put people in their eyes.

Until this pure, kind and extremely alluring little white rabbit suddenly broke into the bloody court and was almost eaten by the pack of wolves, Pei Zheng had other thoughts and tied him by his side.

After the initial motivation was wiped out bit by bit, Pei Zhengcai realized that this little man might be different to him, so he obeyed his heart, asked the emperor for a huge reward, and took the little man by his side, day by day keep.

Such a relaxed and happy day almost made him forget his original self.

He has no feelings at all. Everyone is just a pawn in his power struggle. If you don't have a heart, you won't be sad. Everything is worthless in front of the desire for power.

It's just a pet for venting, if you don't obey, you should abandon it earlier.

give up, do you?

Pei Zheng pressed his fingers lightly, and the little man trembled more violently.

Slowly, slowly, the jaw bones staggered.

With a flick of his hand, Pei Zheng threw the little man back into the mattress, and strode out with a wave of his sleeve.

The moonlight was just right outside, and the bright white moonlight poured down, illuminating the tall figure slowly going away.

Qi Changyi smashed into a soft ball, but curled up in pain and groaned a few times.

Pei Zheng always liked to pinch his chin, he pinched it when he was happy, and he pinched it when he was angry. He never knew how to pay attention, and today he pinched his chin in the wrong place.

It hurts, Qi Changyi burst into tears like rain, but what hurts more is the heart, as if someone poked a hole, gurgling blood.

I don't know how long it took, and when I was unconscious on the bed due to the pain, and was about to pass out, the door of the small building was pushed open.

There was no light inside, it was pitch black, with a little moonlight shining in, a person could be vaguely seen lying on the bed.

The person who came was Chengfeng, and after entering, he lit the lamp.

Behind him was a man who walked to the bed nimbly, pressed the small piece of jade-like porcelain upwards, and his jaw immediately reset, and the little man woke up immediately, tears streaming down his face.

Lang left quickly, and Chengfeng turned around to leave, but suddenly a small hand stretched out from the bed grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Qi Changyi's eyes were red, and he said intermittently, "Ah Feng, I, I want to go back to the palace."

Chengfeng ruthlessly tore off the corner of his clothes, cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, it is the emperor's will that you live in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and you cannot leave without the master's permission."

Qi Changyi froze for a while in mid-air, then retracted it, lowering his eyes silently.

The pitiful look with low eyebrows is really distressing.

Chengfeng said again, "Your Highness, there were too many people involved in the incident back then, and it has long been unclear who is right. However, the master has never been so kind to anyone. In the master's heart, you must be different from others. As long as you can treat Master as before, don't say anything about hating him and wanting to leave."

Qi Changyi still lowered his head and said nothing, wondering if he listened.

When Chengfeng wanted to say something more, Pei Zheng came in from the door, bringing in the intoxicating aroma of wine.

"Get out."

Chengfeng exited the door and quickly left the back garden.

Pei Zheng put the wine jar in his hand on the table, walked to the bed and sat down.

The overwhelming smell of alcohol made people's eyes hurt. Pei Zheng's footsteps were steady, but his eyes could be seen to be hazy with alcohol.

I touched the thin chin with cold fingers, "Does it still hurt?"

Qi Changyi's jaw, which had just been taken back, was pinched again, and he couldn't help crying out in pain, frowning.

Pei Zheng actually loosened his strength, passed his hand through his waist and lifted him, hugged him on his lap and sat down.

Bowing her head, the tip of her tongue swept over the closed Jianshui Qiutong, and kissed away some tears, "Be good, don't cry."

Qi Changyi's heart trembled, he opened his eyes and pushed Pei Zheng's chest, tears fell down even more violently.

"Brother Pei, let me go... let me go... I beg you..."

No, I can't like Pei Zheng any more.

Stop liking him!

The struggling little arm unintentionally pushed and fucked Pei Zheng's wound, and the gauze that was originally bandaged was oozing blood in an instant. Pei Zheng ignored him and grabbed his arms with one hand and twisted them behind his back.

"beg me?"

The fierceness in Pei Zheng's eyes made people shudder, "Now that you are begging me, are you begging me to let you go?"

The thin lips covered the pale lips fiercely, biting and biting without mercy, the tip of the tongue aggressively poked in, grabbing the stick of sweetness and sucking it hard.

The little man's tears flowed into the entangled mouths of the two, salty and astringent mixed with the smell of wine, the factors of random collision in the body were about to burst from the blood vessels.

Pei Zheng let go of the man in his arms, reached out to pick up the wine jar on the table, raised his head and took a big sip, and poured the rest directly into the little man's cheeks.

The spirits were cold, pouring into the mouth and nose overwhelmingly, the burning throat and stomach began to convulse, retching non-stop.

Pei Zhengyang threw the empty wine jar to the ground, stood up and began to take off his clothes slowly, revealing his well-defined chest and arms, and there was still a prominent scar on his arms.

Qi Changyi got a moment's breath, and hurriedly rolled and crawled to move into the bed. The Pei Zheng in front of him was too scary, and the deep desire in his eyes seemed to want to tear him apart and swallow him immediately.

Qi Changyi clutched her neckline tightly, hugged her knees and shrank in a corner, shaking her head in a panic while shedding tears.

"Don't do this, Brother Pei, don't do this, I'm afraid..."

Suppressed sobbing, constantly shaking body, tears, a frightened rabbit.

Pei Zheng pulled his ankle with one hand, pulled him under him, and tore off the obstructing robe, revealing his fair and small collarbone, with bright bite marks on it, which matched his neat teeth.

Fits perfectly and just covers.

The tip of the teeth pressed lightly, and blood oozes from the bite mark again, and the scar on Pei Zheng's shoulder was also torn apart due to the excessive movement. The blood mixed with sweat dripped down on the most beautiful canvas, ghostly and coquettish.

Drunken, the remaining sanity began to gradually disintegrate.

With a wave of palm wind, the lights went out.

The moonlight shone in from the window of the small building, and the shadows of the trees shook.

The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, the wooden bed was swaying, the sweaty black hair was tightly grabbed, and I fell back, unable to speak in tune, I could only whimper...

the following afternoon.

As soon as Pei Zheng stepped into the mansion, Cheng Feng followed beside him, hesitating, hesitating to speak.

"Say."

Cheng Feng said, "Master, you should go to the back garden to have a look."

Pei Zheng didn't move, and went into the main hall. The maid waited on him to change the official uniform, so he sat at the desk and opened the booklet to read.

Chengfeng was a little anxious, walked over and knelt down on one knee.

"Master, His Highness has not woken up from his coma until now. According to the serving maid, his body is terribly hot. If he continues to burn like this, he may cause accidents."

Pei Zheng kicked him aside, "I've raised you for so long, but I've raised a confidant who cares so much about others."

After finishing speaking, Pei Zheng put down the notebook in his hand.

Last night, he was a little hot last night, but he didn't expect it to go down now.

Today in the court hall, there was another dispute with the fourth prince and other important ministers. The quarrel was so intense that it made people's chest feel tight.

Standing up, Pei Zheng finally walked to the back garden.

— Stepping in, the ambiguous smell in the small building has not yet dissipated, and the two maids standing aside are well-behaved, without raising their heads, like decorations.

Pei Zheng strode to the side of the bed, the little man lay quietly, his lips were still bloodless, but his cheeks were flushed a little, and he looked much more alive.

He lifted the quilt and touched his smooth body, it was so hot, he patted his cheek, but there was no response.

Pei Zheng tightened his heart secretly, "Go to the palace to teach the imperial physician, hurry up."

Take the wind to lead the way and leave.

Pei Zheng put the quilt back on.

No one dared to move the messy rags on the bed and the floor, even the broken wine jar and the small puddle of blood next to it seemed to be arguing with Pei to show off.

Look, you did it, you have it all, what's not to like?

The paranoid hold him by his side, isn't it just to torture him so that he can vent his desire.

"Take it."

Pei Zheng sat by the bed, "Bring another set of clean clothes."

The servant girl quickly brought over a plain white robe, hemmed with dark red embroidered silk thread.

Pei Zheng picked it up and put them on for the little man one by one from the inner shirt to the outer robe. He ran his hands across the bruises on his body, and couldn't help rubbing the shark twice.

How nice it is now, as obedient as before, nestled in his arms and won't break free.

So, stop thinking about leaving.

Otherwise, he can't help but want to destroy it.