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

Pei Que: ".."

He grows up so big, why is he so obsessed with food? ? ?

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

Before hearing Pei Que's answer, Li Wenzhong hurried over again.

The whisk in his hand was crooked, and he ran out of breath, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... it's not good!"

Li Wenzhong disliked it so much that people gave him the best of luck, "Li Wenzhong, I'll give you another chance to make it clear who is wrong!"

"His Majesty!"

Li Wenzhong took another step closer and bowed to the two of them, "Your Majesty, Lord Qiantui, the guilty minister Xu Jie, is gone!"

"Gone?"

Pei Que pulled the little emperor off himself, "What do you mean missing? Run away?"

"No, no! It's dead!"

He was so anxious that he was out of breath, "Since the case of the flood in Beidi was put on hold a few days ago, Dali Temple has not interrogated Xu Jie again. I didn't expect the jailer to deliver food today, but found him dead!"

The little emperor sat up straight, "Where's the corpse?"

"Still in the prison, the news may have spread by now, I think it won't take long." Li Wenzhong glanced at Pei Que, and continued: "The Grand Tutor is about to enter the palace!"

Pei Que nodded, "You step back first!"

The little emperor turned around, "Pei Qing..."

"It's useless to be anxious. If you die, you will die. Let's take a look and see if we can be resurrected."

His complexion was as usual, without the slightest disturbance, "After finishing the meal, I will go to the prison to have a look. Your Majesty, don't worry, everything is up to you."

"I'm going too!"

Pei Que paused for his hand holding the rice, "The prison is dark and humid, the sun is not seen all year round, and the smell is also unpleasant. Your Majesty will not be able to bear it if you go in!"

"I can bear it!" The little emperor looked serious, "Pei Qing, let me go with you!"

Pei Que stuffed the rice into his hands, and said in a cool tone, "Your Majesty is in a hurry to go, are you worried about the case of the flood in Beidi, or are you worried about Wei Yang?"

His face turned cold, and he suddenly remembered that not long ago, he threatened His Majesty with the matter of Wei Yang's recovery, but he really dressed himself.

He hated himself so much at the time, yet he was still willing to dress himself.

There is not much difference nowadays.

He was timid, he would be woken up by fright even if he had a nightmare, but now he was rushing to see a dead person in the dank and terrifying prison.

What should I say, to praise him for advancing bravely for his Taifu?

He let out a long breath of foul air, and tried to be gentle with the other party, "Let's eat, we'll talk after we're done."

Murong Shu felt guilty, Tai Tuo had been in poor health, and this time he suddenly received this bad news, he wondered if he could bear it.

He had to go and see to be at ease.

But with Pei's appearance like this, he is obviously angry...

He took small bites of the rice and stuffed it into his mouth, peeping at Pei Que's expression while eating.

For a while, the tea table was quiet, except for the occasional sound of chopsticks touching the tableware, nothing else could be heard.

When Pei Que swallowed his last mouthful of rice, Murong Shu saw the opportunity and put down his chopsticks.

"Pei Qing..." He called out to the other party in a low voice, Pei Que raised his head and gave him a faint look.

"Since His Majesty has made up his mind to go, I can still keep him alive."

After finishing speaking, he got up on his own, "It's just that Your Majesty has to follow closely for a while. If you leave quickly, you will naturally see your Grand Tutor sooner."

"Pei Qing..." The little emperor got up and grabbed his sleeve, "Pei Qing is angry..."

He was just worried about the Taifu, not because he fell in love with someone else. Now Pei Que's expression made him feel indisputable.

"Pei Qing..." He grabbed Pei Que's sleeve and shook it, his voice was soft, "I have known the Taifu for many years, and there is still a teacher-student relationship. His little uncle passed away, out of love and reason, I Everyone should go see him."

"I really have no other ideas. In my heart, Pei Qing is the most important person!"

Pei Que nodded, his expression softened at last, he took the little emperor's hand, "It's windy outside, I will add another cloak for Your Majesty."

The imperial chariot transported the two of them steadily to the sky prison, Murong Shu lifted the curtain of the car and got down, looking up at the dark and tall building in front of him.

The night was dark and the moon was not bright.

The courtyard wall made of stone bricks is high, and the outside is painted in dark black, only the word "Heavenly Prison" is painted in red. Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a monster dormant in the night, with The long fire has swallowed many lives.

Even the wind blew here with whimpers, like someone's cry, and also like a long-lasting hissing sound, which was particularly desolate.

He tightened his cloak and was led in by Pei Que.

The person in charge of ceremonies flashed his badge in front, and several soldiers guarding the gate joined forces to open the gate made of huge stones, and a long passage completely different from other parts of the palace appeared in front of Murong Shu.

The imperial palace is always neat and spacious, with red walls and green tiles, picturesque everywhere.

And from the moment he stepped into the dungeon, a depressive and suffocating feeling flooded into his mind instantly.

The walkway is not spacious.

Even though the house is so high outside, the beams are so low after entering, it is so low that it seems that if you straighten up a little more, you will touch the top, so low that it is abrupt and suffocating.

He felt a little out of breath, and patted his chest lightly with his palm. Pei Que noticed this scene, and he stretched out his hand, and quietly held the other's palm.

Going further inside, it really is the dampness and darkness in Pei Que's mouth, the lights are dim, the air is damp, and there is a rotten smell caused by perennial humidity.

He couldn't help covering his nose.

Pei really felt sorry for him, and stopped, "I will send your Majesty out."

"I'm fine." Murong Shu looked up at him and shook his head, "Go in."

I don't know how the sky prison was designed. After twisting and twisting a lot, I still can't get to the end.

There are cells on both sides, where all kinds of prisoners are locked up. Seeing someone come in, some knelt down and shouted "Master Qingtian, please forgive me", some saw Pei Que scolding him repeatedly, and some crazy people laughed at them.

More people were already numb. They didn't care about anything. When they saw someone walking outside, they just gave a cold look, and then went back to staring at the wall dully.

The little emperor was next to Pei Que.

The people here are different from those in the palace.

The eunuchs and maids in the palace, concubines and guards are always sunny, active and full of hope.

But these people are different, these people seem to have lost hope of living, they are extremely decadent, decadent like a puddle of mud, a puddle of smelly, rotten, hopeless mud.

Just waiting for that day, with all this despair, to completely end this filthy life.

They live numbly and habitually.

When they reached the corner, someone "sleeped" in their direction, but they didn't aim, and the sleeping liquid fell on the open space in front of Murong Shu's cloak.

He subconsciously glanced at it, just this one, and almost spit it out.

A mouthful of thick yellow phlegm, with green vegetable leaves that have been in it for a few days, the stench can be smelled from a distance.

He took a few steps back in disgust, and Pei Que pressed his head into his arms again.

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to quickly forget the disgusting scene, Pei Que's chest shook, and his voice was flat, "Stand dead."

The guards on both sides immediately took orders. The prisoner's hair was black and shiny, and his expression was extremely arrogant, "Death is death!"

The jailer opened the door, he took a few steps back, and shouted: "Pei Que! What are you capable of! No matter how capable you are, you are still a dog under someone's crotch! No matter how capable you are, you are not a damned eunuch! Pooh!" "

"You are still majestic outside, I feel ashamed for you!"

The jailer grabbed him, he swayed his body wildly, and roared unconvincingly: "You have the ability to kill Lao Tzu, you have the ability to avenge your Pei family! Waste!"

He was dragged out, and saw the little emperor hiding in front of his chest. Perhaps the light in the dungeon was not bright enough, and he couldn't see the five-clawed golden dragon under the other's cloak clearly, and yelled frantically: "If I want to tell you, an eunuch is an eunuch. I really want to show off what I lack! This is all showing off in the sky prison!"

He didn't see Murong Shu's face, only saw that he was petite and wearing men's clothes, "If my things are not good enough, why don't I take the waterway instead of the dry road?! Where did you get this young man! You want to use it No, I'll use it for you! It's not in vain for you to bring it in to show off!"

Murong Shu only heard Pei Que's heartbeat quicken instantly, he let go of his hands, Pei Que slowly pushed him away, and drew out the knife of the guard beside him.

The long knife mopped the floor, and there were bursts of piercing metal scraping across the stone slabs, and the rattling sound made people's teeth sore.

With his eyes half down, he walked up to the criminal, and raised his eyelids, revealing the scarlet ruthlessness in his eyes.

"you wanna die!"

"I am not afraid of death!"

With a sound of "puchi", the long knife stabbed into the man's crotch, and the man let out a long cry, heart-piercing, and subconsciously wanted to cover the wound with his hands, but his hands were tightly bound by the jailer , unable to move, he could only roar heart-piercingly.

After Pei Que stabbed him once, he quickly pulled out the knife again, and stabbed the man's limbs four times one after another.

When the last knife was drawn out, the man's limbs were limp on the ground, and blood was bubbling from five big holes in his body. He was so painful that he almost passed out, and was woken up again by a cup of boiling tea.

The man on the ground was extremely embarrassed, the skin on his face was so hot that it was about to wrinkle, he saw the man with the knife throwing the knife, the prolonged severe pain caused his ears to ring and his mind was buzzing.

The man's voice was very clear, and he stared at himself coldly, as if staring at a corpse, sinister and stern...

"Give me some medicine, don't let him die."

"Drag it outside and die with a stick."