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

Flood damage is fake, but coercion is real.

He is going to dig the tomb of the emperor?

madman!

Murong Shu moved his fingers, unbuttoned his buttons one by one, and knelt down on the bed.

The man's scrutinizing eyes were like clusters of arrows, piercing him densely in all directions.

Murong Shu closed his eyes and didn't say anything.

Pei Que snorted coldly, pinched his shoulders, and ordered: "Open your eyes and look at me!"

There was a sneer on the corner of his lips, "If you don't look at me, how do you know who is messing with you?"

The eyelids of the person below him trembled, and the eyelashes wet with tears were in clusters, and they slowly opened their eyes.

Perhaps, he really doesn't need to continue living...

Early the next morning, Pei Que picked up the bowl of concoction as usual, the people on the bed shrank into a ball, the brocade quilt was slanted on the back, and the small hands were clenched into fists and placed on the side of the face.

The other party's soft long hair was scattered around his face, and his voice was soft, "It's so bitter...can I stop drinking..."

Pei Que handed over the medicine impatiently, and the person under the quilt raised a plain white face, with misty eyes, "I...I can't run away..."

Pei Que held the medicine bowl in the air for a moment, then slowly retracted it, and left with the medicine.

There was a "squeak" at the entrance of the hall, and the dead silence returned to the inside of the hall.

Murong Shu sat up, lifted the quilt, looked at the chains around his ankles, thoughtfully.

In the next few times, he was really not drugged.

And he was obedient enough, Pei Que held him in his arms, like teasing a small animal.

He didn't cry for the first time, stretched out his arm, and slowly hooked the other party's neck.

Pei Que's face softened a little, and he was more gentle with him.

Afterwards, he obediently buried his head into Pei Que's chest, and Pei Que's big palm patted him on the back again and again, like coaxing a child.

Looking at it from a distance, there is really a warm feeling of knowing each other and loving each other.

It's just that what's fake can never become true.

Murong Shu pretended to be docile and leaned in his arms, but the fire of resentment was quenched in his eyes, burning blazingly.

When Pei Que left, for the first time, he was somewhat reluctant.

There is no doubt that he likes the other party's face and this soft body.

If the other party is more obedient and more well-behaved, he is reluctant to be cruel.

He got up from the bed and got dressed, the little thing stood up with his arms propped up, his dark eyes looked at him with some reluctance, Pei Que's heart softened, and he rubbed the other's face, "You are obedient, I will treat him in the future You are better."

The touch in his hand was soft, and the little thing lowered his neck meekly, and nodded.

The door of the palace was closed again, and the sound of Pei Que's footsteps disappeared.

Murong Shu raised his head, with complicated resentment and joy flashing in his eyes, he took out a key.

He spread out his palms, and the key was covered with a thin layer of sweat. He bent his legs, trembling with the hand holding the key, and stretched it into the keyhole.

"Click", open.

He was so frightened that he threw the key away, looked at his clean and unfettered ankle a few more times, and then retracted his calf again.

His heart was beating extremely fast, and it was about to jump out of his throat. He ran out of bed and put on his shoes, but there was no clothes in the hall that he could wear out.

He found Pei Que's clothes, put them on himself indiscriminately, combed his hair again, and walked softly to the entrance of the hall with small steps.

There was no sound in the courtyard outside, but he dared not go out in this suit at all.

This time, it's okay for him to escape...

If he can't escape...

Thinking of Pei Que's face, Murong Shu shuddered.

He will never spare himself!

"You guys! Come here!"

A sudden sound came from outside, scaring Murong Shu tightly to the door frame.

There were a few people dressed as supervisors of ceremonies vaguely appearing in the crack of the door, "How busy is it outside? Why don't you come over and help!"

A sound of hurried footsteps passed, and then gradually disappeared outside the door.

Murong Shu opened a crack in the door, the dazzling sunlight fell, he rubbed his eyes uncomfortably, covered his eyes with his palms, and slipped out-

Contains Zhangdian.

"Ran?"

Pei Que lazily leaned on the dragon chair, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's really not obedient at all."

"Master, do you want your servant to capture His Majesty back?"

Pei Que waved his hand, "Let him run."

"When he hit the south wall, he gave up."

Tian Zhen backed away, and the smile on Pei Que's face also disappeared. He clenched his fist tightly and smashed it on the desk, knocking all the notes on the desk flying.

He looked in the direction of the entrance of the hall, with a calm face and a cold voice, "No wonder... no wonder..."

"I really thought you were obedient."

"It seems that I still don't give up..."

He squeezed the teacup and poured it down in one gulp, trying to quench the anger in his heart, but who knew that this cup of water would add fuel to the fire, making it burn even more intensely.

He couldn't wait any longer, and suddenly got up, "Where is he?"

Murong Shu grew up in the palace, although the number of times he went out of the palace was very few, but he generally knew how to get out.

Besides, how could he go out of the palace with such a dress, those guards would not let him go.

He hid here and there, ran quickly when he saw no one, and hid when someone was there. His legs were sore from running, and he was still far away from the direction of Shenwumen.

But fortunately, I didn't bump into anyone. It seems that the previous court really had a big deal to deal with.

He secretly rejoiced in his heart, and hid it in the basket of the carriage that he went to buy outside the palace.

It was cold in winter, and the clothes on his body were not thick enough and didn't fit him well. Now that he had run so much, he was already frozen through.

He rubbed his frozen fingers, closed the lid again, and waited anxiously for the palace man in charge of purchasing to drive out of the palace in a carriage.

As long as I can get out of the palace, as long as I can escape.

The sky is big and the earth is big, he always has a way.

After a while, someone came, the wheels of the carriage started to turn, his body swayed, his head hit the basket, and physiological tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He tightly covered his mouth, for fear of making any noise, but luckily everything went smoothly, even though his body was freezing cold and his head was bumped, as long as he could get out of the palace, it would be worth it.

He poked the inside of the basket with his fingertips, and looked out through the gap. The direction was indeed correct. After walking for another quarter of an hour, he would be able to leave the palace, and then he would be able to escape Pei Que's clutches.

Father, he thought silently in his heart, this minister is unworthy and cannot keep the Murong family's country, but this minister really can't take it anymore...

Don't blame Erchen...

If this encounter goes well, the son-in-law will no longer be the emperor of the Great Zhou, and the son-in-law just wants to be an ordinary person, that's fine.

If this encounter does not go well, Erchen will personally go underground to confess to you.

Through the gap, the Shenwu Gate could be seen from a distance. Murong Shu's eyes enlarged slightly, and he leaned on the edge of the basket, looking in the direction of the palace gate excitedly.

As long as... as long as you leave the Shenwumen, it will be fine...

In the next moment, his jumping heart seemed to be hit violently, and his heart sank slowly.

Pei Que...why is he here?

Isn't it busy ahead?

Did he come to catch himself?

His mouth was open, his breathing was rapid, his chest seemed to be blocked by a ball of wet cotton, and he couldn't make any sound.

With just one look, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

It’s over.

It's over, he can't escape.

The wheels of the carriage were still spinning, bringing him closer and closer to that person.

The sound of the other party's footsteps was a talisman to remind him to die. When the sound of footsteps stopped in front of him, Murong Shu's fingertips tightly pinched into the palm of his hand.

The lid of the basket was lifted, his whole face was as white as a transparent paper, his eyes were drooping, his hands were wrapped around his knees, and he appeared in front of Pei Que.

He didn't even dare to breathe loudly, let alone raise his head.

The man was dressed in black and stood in front of him, as if taking all the air away.

The other party's breathing was a little short, and the anger dissipated overwhelmingly.

Murong Shu was a little out of breath.

What would he do to himself?hit him?scold him?Or even more brutally throwing it on the bed to abuse.

Murong Shu's breathing was stagnant for a moment, his hands hugging his knees were tightened, and tears rolled down his face.

He shouldn't have thought about running away.

Why worry about this journey?He should have died straight away.

It was better than continuing to suffer in his hands.

The other party's voice was mixed with Feng Xue's anger: "Have you played enough?"

Murong Shu raised his head, tears rolled down his cheeks, "You bastard! Why didn't you kill me!"

The other party had a dark face and stared at him for a long time, until he cursed a curse word and raised his hand again.

Murong Shu was so frightened that he closed his eyes tightly, his small face wrinkled in fear, waiting for that slap to fall——

Unexpectedly, those hands were still hot in winter, and they gently fell on his face, touched his forehead that was still aching when it touched the bamboo basket, and wiped away the tears on his face.

The other party sighed a long time, took off his cloak and put it on him, he was lightened, and was picked up.

The cloak completely covered him and blocked the wind and snow outside. The man didn't say anything, hugged him, and walked back to the place where he was held.

This journey probably took a long time, so long that he came out of the nervous stunned, so long that he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Pei Que put the person on the bed, and quietly stared at the sleeping face of the person on the bed.

He stretched out his hands, looking back and forth.

He felt something was wrong with him.

This is just a plaything for him to relieve fatigue, a tool for revenge, and a restraint to vent his desire.

What is he doing?

The other party was injured, and his heart sank heavily;

The other party was crying, he was not even willing to say serious words;

He hugged him and walked all the way back to Hongning Hall from Shenwumen without resting.

Are you crazy?

He stared at his hands in disbelief, wishing he could shake himself awake.

Maybe... Maybe it's just looking at him pitifully...

Pei Que turned and left.

I must... must feel sorry for him...

I feel sorry for him, that's why.

It must be because the other party is too pitiful, and this face is bewitching...