Dianxia Qingcheng

The maid cleaned up the debris all over the floor, and quietly retreated.

The eyes of the little man on the bed were still tightly closed, showing no sign of waking up.

Pei Zheng sat by the bed, lifted the little man's upper body, hugged him in his arms, bowed his head and kissed his pale lips lightly.

Simple, fragile, beautiful, lifeless...

Is it because I am so weak that I can't wake up, or I don't want to wake up at all?

Chengfeng invited an imperial physician, why hasn't he returned for so long!

Holding those soft little hands, it was scaldingly hot, the slender fingers squeezed into the gap between the fingers, and they were lightly clasped.

He touched his hair and coaxed him in a low voice, "Hey, why are you still awake? Did it hurt you last night?"

"But you clearly like it tightly."

"I don't know who I follow with my temper, even the emperor obeys my advice in everything, how about you, how did you become so disobedient?

"Didn't you always want to go to the city to play again? When you wake up, I'll take you there. Still refuse to open your eyes?"

"Don't you have feelings for me? Can that love overcome hatred? You don't know what I used as a price for the emperor to hand you over to me. Therefore, I won't let you go. How could I let you go?" you."

"I didn't even spare myself.

When Jiang Yubai stepped into this small building, Pei Zheng sat aside, and the person on the bed was covered with a quilt, unconscious.

They didn't see each other for a few days, and thought that the relationship between the two had eased, but Chengfeng rushed into the Tai Hospital in a hurry and forcibly dragged him away.

Jiang Yubai didn't know what happened, so he saluted Pei Zheng, and then walked to the bedside to check.

His body was hot, his cheeks were burning red, and even his breathing was light and shallow.

It may be due to the wind and cold, and the weather has been a bit cold recently.

He held up his white and delicate wrist, and rested his two fingers on it to diagnose the pulse.

Jiang Yubai's face turned bluer and bluer, his pulse was so weak, it was also disorganized, fast and slow.

Hidden in the white arm like a lotus root segment, there is a small red mark, like a hickey sucked out with force.

The sleeves were rolled up again, revealing more bruises and hickey marks.

Jiang Yubai took a deep breath, and gently pulled the little man's collar away. The originally smooth and tender body was full of traces of love, which were mottled and terrifying.

The scars stretched all over the place, especially at the collarbone, and the scars were scarred, like teeth marks in neat circles.

After closing the collar and covering the quilt, Jiang Yubai stood up and walked straight to Pei Zheng.

With a crisp sound of "pa", Pei Zheng's head was turned to the side. Instead of getting angry, he hooked the corners of his lips.

"Pei Zheng! You know what beastly things you have done. Your Highness is still young, so how can you stand your torment! Now His Highness has a high fever and is tortured by you!"

Jiang Yubai was trembling with anger. Since the little Highness lost the protection of the imperial concubine, he has not lived a peaceful life. He thought it would be a trivial matter for Pei Zheng to protect him, but the one who hurt His Highness the most is Pei Zheng .

"Physician Jiang, why get angry, you can save people who are dying, this little thing is not worth mentioning to you."

Pei Zheng touched the corner of his lips and smiled lightly.

Jiang Yubai saw his appearance of not caring about the little man's life at all, gritted his teeth and wanted to slap him again.

Pei Zheng watched him not move, and Cheng Feng from the side flashed over to take the slap for Pei Zheng.

Pei Zheng brushed Chengfeng aside, "It's troublesome."

Jiang Yubai withdrew his hand, took a few deep breaths, "If I had known you were like this, I shouldn't have saved you back then, and let you die in that dirty, stinky dead man's post, it would be better than the inhuman ones who carelessly ignore human lives! "

Pei Zheng stood up, "If you hadn't saved my life, you thought I would have allowed you to live till now."

Jiang Yubai clenched his palms tightly.

"Pei Zheng! You are still not human! Do you still have a heart! As long as you treat him better, he can stay by your side regardless, obey you and obey you in everything. Even if he is mentally incomplete, he is still an incomparably noble man. My prince, what are you still dissatisfied with? What else do you want! Now his pulse is extremely unstable, he must have been stimulated by something, and he is in great pain but he doesn't want to wake up. Sooner or later, you will grind him to pieces Now, let me see if you can continue to be so cold and hard!"

Pei Zheng glanced at the little person on the bed, pale and fragile as if he would disappear in a moment, he turned and walked to the door without looking back.

"Then let me heal him."

After speaking, he stepped forward and left.

Jiang Yubai's clenched fist loosened instantly.

Chengfeng called the servant girl, took the medicine prescribed by Jiang Yubai and fried it.

Jiang Yubai was sitting by the bed, clutching the ointment that could repair the scars in his hand, he still didn't know what to do.

The person under the quilt is at the mercy of others and cannot refuse, but when it comes to unspeakable things, it is really inappropriate for him to apply medicine.

After thinking about it, Pei Zheng is the most suitable for this matter.

The medicine was cooked, and the servant girl brought it in. Jiang Yubai sat on the side of the bed and helped him up, holding the medicine bowl to his lips.

He couldn't drink it, the black and bitter medicinal juice flowed down his chin and into his robe.

Jiang Yubai was a little anxious, "Your Highness, how can you get better if you don't drink medicine, drink it quickly."

The little man's throat was still motionless, if it wasn't for his weak breathing, he would almost think it was just a shell at all.

All the medicine juice was spilled out, and none of it was fed in, so Jiang Yubai had to order someone to decoct the medicine again.

Bowl after bowl of medicine was brought in, and what I drank was probably only a few drops, which would have no effect at all.

— until it was dark, Qi Changyi's body was still hot, not only his face was flushed, but even his neck and body became pink.

Jiang Yubai stayed by the bed all the time. After exhausting all kinds of methods, the medicine just couldn't go in. If the fever continued like this, he might never wake up.

Fortunately, when it got dark, Pei Zheng finally came back from the outside and came to the small building.

Seeing that the person on the bed hadn't woken up yet, Pei Zheng's face was terribly gloomy.

"Jiang Tai's medical skills have regressed so much. If you can't even do this little thing well, you don't need to stay in the Tai Hospital."

Jiang Yubai immediately lost his temper, "You said it lightly, and you blamed me in a few words? I don't know who is the culprit of the cruelty!"

At this time, the servant girl came in with another hot medicine juice and stood beside the bed with it.

Jiang Yubai took the medicine bowl and stuffed it into Pei Zhengshou.

"If you have a way, feed this bowl of medicine completely into His Highness's mouth without spilling a single drop. Act quickly, the delay is too long, His Highness is about to fail."

Pei Zheng looked at the black bitter concoction in his hand.

give medicine?

He walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, lifted the quilt and pulled him up to lean against his chest. The front of the plain white robe had already been stained with many black stains.

Pei Zhengyang brought the medicine bowl to his lips, drank half of the bowl and put it in his mouth, pinched the little man's cheeks, and stuck his thin lips together.

He had been given medicine like this before, but the little man was too bitter to swallow it. As long as Pei Zheng gave him a look, he would not dare to struggle, so he could only swallow all the medicine.

But now the comatose person is obviously no longer so obedient. After crossing the medicine, the small throat was tightly closed, no matter how much the tip of the tongue scratched, he refused to open it, and the medicine overflowed from the lips of the two of them.

Jiang Yubai coughed lightly, and moved his eyes away in embarrassment, only to find that the little girl standing next to her was expressionless, as if she couldn't see the intimate behavior of the two on the bed.

This cautious look is smarter than the servants in the palace.

Pei Zheng straightened up slightly, raised his energy, and then fell down again.

The zhenqi mixed with the medicinal juice rushed open the tightly closed throat, and poured it straight into the little man's stomach.

Pei Zheng fed all the rest of the medicine into it, only a few drops came out at the beginning.

After the little man on the bed finished drinking the medicine, he coughed violently, his brows furrowed undetectably.

Jiang Yubai hurriedly pushed Pei Zheng away, and hurried forward to feel his pulse.

There was some medicine juice on his chin, and it was about to flow down his neck. Pei Zheng stretched out the back of his hand and wiped it. The medicine is really bitter, and his mouth is also bitter now.

Jiang Yubai breathed a sigh of relief, the true energy that Pei Zheng poured into just now had an effect, the heat in the little man's body was slowly dissipating, and the pulse gradually returned to stability.

"Here, this ointment, give it to you." Jiang Yu Bai Sai gave Pei Zheng a box.

"I made it with the best medicinal materials tributed by foreign races. Although Your Highness does not have a scar constitution, it will be better if you paint some scars. Remember, all of them must be covered with scars."

painted.I mean, every bruise needs to be painted. "

Pei Zheng held the box, raised the end of his eyes, "Do you want it inside?"

"Yes! You have to say it a few times before you can understand! It's bleeding, do you know how painful it is to tear like that!"

Jiang Yubai was in a panic, and was about to go out with his medicine box, but stopped in his tracks a little worried.

"Pei Zheng, although I regret saving you at the beginning, but the doctor is kind, and I will save you again. I don't expect you to be grateful to me, but Concubine Ning Gui and I also have kindness, you and I It’s different, I’ll repay the favor of dripping water, not to mention the grace of saving life. I’ve tried my best to take care of you, Your Highness, I just hope that you, treat him better, and at least don’t drive him to a dead end, is that okay?”

Jiang Yubai stood at the door for a long time, but he couldn't wait for Pei Zheng's response. He closed his eyes and walked away.

The small building is very quiet, the moonlight outside has wrapped around the branches, the weather has turned cold, the night wind blows into the house, and the room is freezing cold.

Zhang Feng closed the door, and Pei Zheng sat by the bed, stripped the clothes of the person on the bed under the quilt, dipped his fingers in the cool ointment, and applied it carefully, all over his body, including some places that were unspeakably warm uniform.

His thoughts raced, making him short of breath.

Just sat there all night in silence.

The next day, Pei Zheng walked out of the back garden with bloodshot eyes, and changed into his official robe to go to court.

Chengfeng worriedly followed behind, "Master, you didn't rest well last night? Don't worry too much. Doctor Jiang said that His Highness is just a little weak, and he will wake up soon..."

— Turning around with one hand and strangling Chengfeng's throat, Pei Zheng leaned forward and stared at him, the blood red in his eyes was horrifying.

"So talkative? When have I ever worried about anything? I can hold all major events in the palm of my hand. What do I need to worry about?"

Chengfeng lowered his eyes, "Yes."

Pei Zheng let go, turned around and got on the sedan chair.

After a long time, there was finally a sound from the small building in the back garden. The comatose little man opened his eyes. After regaining consciousness, he was immediately unable to straighten up under the pressure of great sadness and pain, and curled up clutching his chest.

Qi Changyi had a very long dream. In the dream, his mother asked him why he didn't leave Pei Zheng, why didn't he hate Pei Zheng, why he was still with him, and why he died without heartache.

He was about to die from heartache. He didn't want to wake up, but there was a force grabbing every joint in his body, pushing him and pulling him, ordering him to wake up quickly and face the cruel truth quickly. .

Qi Changyi shook his body and sat up propped up. The pain under his body made him suffocate, and the confusing memory hit him overwhelmingly, and tears poured out immediately.

Sorry, sorry, sorry mother, I didn't mean it, can you forgive me...

Qi Changyi's legs were sore and weak, before he could take a few steps, he fell heavily onto the table beside him, the teacup was knocked over and his bare feet were pierced.

He lay on the ground for a long time without regaining his breath, moved his body, stood up with force, and walked out the door, leaving bloody footprints one step at a time.

There was no one in the huge backyard, and without Pei Zheng's order, no one dared to step in here.

Qi Changyi walked out alone, with light steps, and walked out of the gate of the back garden.

The servant sweeping the floor saw the little man with a face as pale as paper, his bare feet, and a row of scattered red footprints behind him, and was so frightened that he stopped breathing.

The little maid who had her feet cut off is still being held in the prison in the mansion, and no one knows if she is dead or alive.

The servant hurriedly called the consul's old butler, and the old butler ordered someone to quickly fetch His Highness's shoes, and several of them fell to their knees with a plop.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, don't move around anymore, put your shoes back on first, please spare our lives!"

"Your Highness, your body is still weak. It's cold on the ground. Don't make your illness worse. When the time comes, we will all be sentenced to death and live."

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Qi Changyi didn't seem to be able to hear the shouts of several people, and continued to walk towards the gate. When he was tired after walking a few steps, he stopped to catch a few breaths, and then picked up his steps and continued to walk.

He seemed to have some obsession in his heart, and he had to walk out of the mansion by himself to ease it. The man who was obviously weak and would collapse in the next moment, just walked through the high threshold of the prime minister's mansion step by step.

The few servants followed behind with their heads bowed, not daring to pull or touch, for fear that something bad would happen.

Qi Changyi stood outside the gate, dressed in thin clothes, his face was bloodless, and the wounds on his feet were bloody and bloody from the gravel. When the cold wind blew, he was on the verge of falling, but his expression obviously relaxed.

He doesn't know many things, and if he is sure about one thing, he will stick to it to the end. It was like this in the past few years of Xinyue Peizheng. Now, a warm heart is slowly cooling down, and it's the same. .

The most distinguished sedan chair appeared on the street not far away, slowly moving towards the mansion.

Qi Changyi was still standing at the vent, shivering from the cold.

The backs of the servants following behind were suddenly wet with cold sweat.

It's the adults who came back from court.