Lord Chitose spoils me too much, what should I do?

In the 18th year of Zhaoping, Emperor Wu of Zhou Murong Yu died on the sickbed, and Prince Murong Shu came to the throne and changed Yuan Hongzhi.

"Pei Que! I'm going to kill you!"

"Go away!"

"Don't touch me! Get lost!"

The boy's hoarse cries accompanied by the sound of clothes being torn, lasted for a long time.

The candles in Chengqian Palace were lit all night, and the voices inside were also tossing all night.

As dawn approached, there was a voice asking for water from inside. Li Wenzhong, sweating all over his head, hurriedly led someone to bring water in.

Pei Que only put on a pair of obscene trousers, stood by the bed, and stared coldly at the little emperor who was startled and angry on the bed, unable to cry out.

"He's not a big man, but he has a lot of energy."

He snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood stains from the little emperor's nails on his shoulders, and with a creepy smile on his lips, he stared fixedly at the person on the bed for a moment.

"Your Majesty's taste, that's all!"

Murong Shu grabbed the brocade quilt with his palm, staring at him with red eyes.

"What? Your Majesty is not satisfied?"

Pei Que leaned over suddenly, "You want it again?"

"Go away! Go away!"

The little emperor was trembling with anger. He grabbed the brocade quilt and tried his best to cover his body, as if he was covering his last dignity.

The emperor of a country is subdued and played with by others wantonly.

He might as well be dead!

However, Pei Que seemed to see through his thoughts, waved his hand, and sent someone to fill him with medicine, and the medicine took effect very quickly. The little emperor lay weakly on the bed, accepting the scrutiny of the palace servants in shame.

The palace maid who came to feed the medicine looked at the bruises on the little emperor's neck and arms, and quickly lowered his eyelids, feeling a little bit unbearable to look at it again.

Your Majesty is precious, how could Lord Qiantose have such a heavy hand?

Pei Que looked away, took the clothes handed over by the person beside him and put them on.His body was sticky and uncomfortable, and he was about to wash it off, but just as he took two steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned around, pinched Murong Shu's face with his big palm, "Don't even think about dying!"

Pei Que stared fiercely, "Murong Shu, before this king gets tired of playing with you, if you dare to seek death, this king will let the people in your palace, your close Taifu, and your uncles and cousins ​​who are idle at home, all be killed." Go underground with you!"

"Even your father's corpse, this king will dig it out to vent his anger, and hang it on the city wall so that he can see the light of day!"

"Pei Que! You are a beast! You are not human!"

"I'm not human?"

Pei Que squeezed his chin firmly, "Your Majesty is right."

"From the moment my Pei family destroyed the family, from the moment I entered the palace, I lived only to avenge you!"

"This is what your Murong family owes me, Your Majesty can take it well!"

"besides--"

He wiped away the tears from the little emperor's face, "Don't seduce me with this crying expression..."

"I've played enough with you, you're useless!"

He patted the little emperor's buttocks, "Your Majesty, please enjoy this gift from me!"

After speaking, he pushed the person onto the bed and went to the side hall to bathe himself.

With red eyes, Li Wenzhong came over to wait for the little emperor to clean up, "Your Majesty...Your Majesty...you..."

He didn't say a word, tears flowed down first.

"How could he put such a heavy hand..." Li Wenzhong wiped away his tears, "Your Majesty, how can we live in the future..."

The little emperor stared blankly at the intricate carvings on the head of the bed, with tears rolling down from the corner of his eyes, "Li Wenzhong, I don't want to live anymore."

Li Wenzhong quickly covered his mouth, "Your Majesty, don't dare to talk nonsense."

After taking a bath, Pei Que put on his clothes and led the people away.

And the little emperor, who had just finished taking the medicine, lay on the bed, crying silently all night.

The next night, Pei Que came to Chengqian Palace again, and the new wounds on the little emperor's body were added to the old wounds.

The third night...

Fourth night...

After half a month, Lord Qiantui stayed in Chengqian Hall every day, and everyone in Chengqian Hall dared not speak out.

But now the front court and the harem are controlled by him alone, and no one can say or do anything.

That night, listening to the even breathing of the person next to his pillow, the little emperor slowly opened his eyes.

The long torture, physical and psychological, wiped out all the light in his eyes.When he looked in the mirror during the day, he couldn't recognize the pale young man in the mirror.

He hates Pei Que!

Why?

Why Wu Ping Hou rebelled, why Wu Ping Hou made a mistake himself, and the responsibility for the crime should be borne by himself!

Supporting his body on his slender arms, he groped under the pillow with his palms.

There was a knife hidden there.

He breathed lightly, for fear of disturbing the sleeping man, the cold handle of the knife was grasped in his hand, he slowly pulled it out and lifted it up——

Right in front of the man's eyes that suddenly opened!

He panicked, closed his eyes suddenly, and stabbed down regardless.

Pei Que tilted his body, the knife was stuck in his arm, he turned over, snatched the knife from the little emperor's hand, pinched the other's neck with his palm, "Murong Shu, I still give you face!"

The young man below him was breathing hard, his two small hands tightly clutching his iron palm, pulling it down with all his strength.

But his strength is too weak, Pei Que is older than him, taller, and he is a man who has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his strength is like a mantis' arm.

Murong Shu couldn't breathe, his limbs began to kick unconsciously.

The blood on Pei Que's arm dripped onto his lips, staining the little emperor's lips red, with a sad and decisive beauty.Pei Que's heart moved, he let go of his hand, and murmured, "Murong Shu, how could I let you die so easily?"

"You have to live well."

"Bring the sins of your Murong family, live well, just like atonement."

Early the next morning, Lord Qiantui announced in the court hall that His Majesty had contracted an emergency and had been sent to the Lishui Palace overnight to be raised. From today onwards, he will be responsible for all affairs inside and outside the palace.

Seeing the surprised or angry reactions of the courtiers, he smiled.

If you are not satisfied, then this is just the beginning...

I'm afraid that His Majesty Murong's family can't take care of his illness.

He picked up a cup of tea, put it on his lips slowly, and glanced at the position of the dragon chair.

It's a pity that such a good country is not named Pei!

After the court, he walked into the Hongning Hall. The hall was heavily guarded, the doors and windows were tightly closed, and they were wrapped tightly with black cloth, so that not even a ray of light could come out.

There was no sound in the whole hall, he pushed open the door to enter, and a beam of light shone in, and when he closed the door, the beam of light disappeared again.

The sound of chains being dragged on the ground came from the hall. The slender young man was wearing only a thin unlined garment and was sitting on the bed. Hearing his footsteps, the young man suddenly hugged himself tightly and said hoarsely, "Don't come over here. ."

"Do not touch me."

Pei Que walked closer and met a pair of desperate and helpless eyes.

The voice of the boy on the bed was weak, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Pei Que sneered, "I said it a long time ago, you deserve it!"

Pei Que took advantage of the opportunity to sit beside him. He was in a good mood today, so he took advantage of the opportunity to wrap his arms around the little emperor's shoulders.

"From now on, there will be no His Majesty."

The little emperor's body stiffened.

"This morning, the king has already told all civil and military officials that His Majesty is sick and has gone to the Lishui Palace to recuperate."

"and you one by one"

Pei Que glanced at the chain on his ankle, with a satisfied smile in the corner of his eyes, "Your Majesty, the most noble and unparalleled in the Great Zhou Dynasty, belongs to me alone."

"Pei Que, you are a lunatic!"

"That's a pity," Pei Que pressed him on the bed, "The little prince Murong Yu pampered, now our little Majesty, has become the plaything of a lunatic like me, that's really exciting!"

The little emperor slowly closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and passively endured all this.

Early the next morning, Pei Que brought him a bowl of medicine and poured it down, watched him limply lying beside the bed, turned and left.

The huge palace was quiet, and the dead silence returned.

From then on, Murong Shu never saw anyone other than Pei Que, nor heard other voices.

He didn't know where he was locked up, and this place was always dark, with a suffocating extreme tranquility, and he lived in darkness.

Without the concept of time, he didn't know how long he was locked in, nor did he know whether it was day or night when he woke up.

For him, time passed very slowly, slowly as if standing still.

Accompanying him was only a bed and the sound of chains dragging on the ground.

He closed his eyes, listened to the sound of his breathing, and slowly clenched his fingers.

The soreness on his body is the proof of all the shame, he is a man, lying under another man, what face does he have to live...

But he was given medicine every day, and chains hung around his ankles, so he couldn't even walk a few steps...Within the length of the chains, no place he could walk had sharp corners.

The man was afraid that he would commit suicide, so all the things that could be used to kill himself were put away.Even the corners of the table were wrapped with layers of satin.

He couldn't even die.

I can only live in such a humble and humiliating way.

Killing and killing, but that's it...

His mind was dizzy from crying, and he gradually fell asleep again.

The sound of footsteps came from the hall, Murong Shu trembled subconsciously, even if he didn't need to raise his head, he knew who it was just by the sound.

He got up and pulled up his clothes.

Seeing his action, the other party sneered, "Trouble!"

"No matter how neatly you are dressed now, you will be stripped clean in a while!"

The other party's big hand was placed on his shoulder, thinking of the other party's tyranny on the bed, Murong Shu's face turned pale, the hand that was holding his collar loosened and tightened, and he did not let it go.

Pei Que pinched his chin with his fingers, "What? You don't want to serve me?"

A dark light flashed in his eyes, "It's been raining heavily for the past few days. I don't know if the tomb of the late emperor has been damaged by water. Why don't I send some people to visit the imperial tomb?"