Dianxia Qingcheng

- It was not until it was dark that the person on the bed woke up with a whimper.

He stared blankly at the hollowed-out carved wooden beams above his head. Although he had already woken up, his consciousness seemed to be detached from his body.

Confused and heartbroken.

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

His eyes were hot, his fingers were grasping something in the air, but it was empty when he rushed over.

When I opened my eyes again, tears rolled down the corners of my eyes.

"woke up."

A cold voice came from beside him.

Qi Changyi still lay there in a daze, not speaking or responding, as if he was lifeless.

Pei Zheng walked to the side of the bed, the person on the bed didn't even look at him, he reached out and grabbed the weak arm to hold him up, pinched his chin and looked at him.

"say!"

Qi Changyi looked at Pei Zheng, but his focus was not on his face. His lips were white and bloodless, and two puddles of water soaked through his eyes.

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

Pei Zheng's hands suddenly relaxed, and he just spoke, 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 can easily crush his mandible if he loses the strength to control.

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

Qi Changyi's tears fell down big and big, hitting Pei Zheng's hand, and the hot drop slowly fainted.

Pei Zheng laughed, "Hate me?"

Qi Changyi was in severe pain, and his body was trembling lightly.

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

Pei Zheng's eyes turned red, there were not a few people in the world who hated him, and it should be said that there were not many people in the world who didn't hate him.

But he never cares, as long as he has a high position and power, he can make all the voices against him disappear.

The cold-blooded, ruthless and ruthless authority has been out of sight for a long time, and he doesn't know how to put people in his eyes.

Until this innocent, kind and extremely attractive little white rabbit suddenly broke into the **** court and was almost eaten by wolves, Pei Zheng thought of something else and tied the man beside him.

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

Those relaxed and happy days almost made him forget who he was.

He has no love at all. Everyone is just a **** in his power competition. If he has no heart, he will not be sad. All things are 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.

Abandoned, right?

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

Slowly, slowly, the jaw bones were staggered.

With a flick of his hand, Pei Zheng threw the villain back into the mattress, and walked out with a wave of his sleeves.

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

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

Pei Zheng always likes pinching his chin, pinching when he is happy, and pinching when he is angry.

Pain, Qi Changyi's tears of pain were raining down, but what hurt more was his heart, as if someone had stabbed a hole in it, gurgling blood.

I don't know how long it took, the pain in the bed was so sluggish, and when I was about to faint, the door of the small building was pushed open.

The lights were not turned on inside, it was pitch black, and a little moonlight shone in, and a person could vaguely be seen lying on the bed.

The person came to ride the wind, and after entering, the lamp was lit.

There was a man behind him, and he walked to the bed with his hands and feet swiftly. He pressed the jade-like small piece of porcelain white and pressed upward, his chin suddenly reset, and the little man woke up immediately, and the tears fell with rustling.

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

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

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

Qi Changyi's hand froze in the air for a while, then retracted it and lowered his eyes silently.

The pitiful look with low eyebrows is really distressing.

Cheng Feng said again, "His Royal Highness, there were too many people involved in the events of the past, and it has long been unclear who is right and who is wrong. However, the master has never been so kind to anyone, and in the heart of the master, you must be different from others. As long as you can treat the master like before, don't say anything that hates him and wants to leave."

Qi Changyi still kept his head down and didn't know if he was listening.

When Chengfeng wanted to say something else, Pei Zheng came in from the door and brought in the intoxicating aroma of wine.

"Get out."

Cheng Feng 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 his eyes hurt, but Pei Zheng's footsteps were steady, but his eyes could see that he was hazy with alcohol.

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

Qi Changyi's chin that was just taken back was pinched again, and he couldn't help crying out in pain, frowning.

Pei Zheng's hands were actually relieved, he lifted one hand across his waist, and sat on his lap.

He lowered his head, swept the tip of his tongue over the tightly closed Jian Shui Qiu Tong, and kissed away some tears, "Be good, don't cry."

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

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

No, I can't like Pei Zheng anymore.

Don't like him anymore!

The struggling little arm accidentally pushed to Pei Zheng's wound, and the gauze that had been bandaged immediately oozes blood. Pei Zhengli ignored it and pulled his two arms with one hand and twisted them behind his back.

"beg me?"

The fierceness at the end of Pei Zheng's eyes made people shudder, "Now you beg me, are you begging me to let you go?"

Thin lips ruthlessly covered the pale lips, gnawing and biting without pity, and the tip of the tongue swept in, holding the fragrance softly and sucking it hard.

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

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

The spirits were cold, pouring into the mouth and nose, the burning throat and stomach began to spasm, and the rivers and seas kept retching.

Pei Zhengyang threw the empty wine jar to the ground, stood up and started to take off his clothes slowly, revealing his well-textured chest and arms, with a prominent scar on his arm.

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

Qi Changyi grabbed his neckline tightly, hugged his knees and huddled in the corner, shaking his head in a panic while weeping.

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

Depressed sobbing, trembling body, tears, frightened rabbit.

Pei Zheng pulled his ankle with one hand, dragged him under him, and tore off the robe that was in the way, revealing the white and small clavicle, with the bright bite marks on it, which matched his neat teeth.

Strictly seamed, just covered.

With a gentle force on the tip of his teeth, blood oozes from the bite mark again, and the scar on Pei Zheng's shoulder is also torn apart due to the excessive movement.

Over the wine, the remaining rationality began to gradually fall apart.

With a gust of wind, the lights went out.

The window of the small building shone into the moonlight, and the trees shook.

The smell of alcohol was suffocating, the wooden bed was swaying, and the sweat-soaked ink hair was tightly grasped.

the following afternoon.

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

"Say."

Cheng Feng said, "Master, why don't you go to the back garden to have a look."

Pei Zheng didn't move, and went straight into the main hall. The maid waited and changed the official uniform. He sat at the desk and opened the book to read.

Cheng Feng was in a hurry, walked over and knelt down on one knee.

"Master, His Highness has fallen asleep until this time and has not woken up yet. According to the servant girl who served her, her body is terrifyingly hot, and I'm afraid something will happen if I continue to burn like this."

Pei Zheng kicked him aside with one kick, "I raised you for so long, and I raised a confidant who cares so much about others."

After he finished speaking, Pei Zheng threw down the handbook.

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

Today, in the court hall, there was another dispute with the fourth prince and other important officials.

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

- Stepping in, the ambiguous smell in the small building has not dissipated, but the two maids standing by the side 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 a little flushed, and he looked a lot fresher.

He lifted the quilt and touched his smooth body, which was hot and tight, and patted his cheek, but there was no response.

Pei Zheng felt a little tighter in his heart, "Go to the palace to pass the imperial doctor, hurry up."

Take the wind to lead the order away.

Pei Zheng re-covered the quilt.

No one dared to move the chaotic rags on the bed and the ground, and even the broken wine jar and the small pool of blood next to it seemed to be showing off against Pei Zheng.

Look, you did it, you totally own him, what's not to like?

Holding him to his side paranoid, isn't it just to torture him so that he can vent his desires.

"Take it."

Pei Zheng sat beside the bed, "Bring a set of clean clothes."

The maid quickly brought a plain white robe with dark red splendid silk stitching.

Pei Zheng picked it up, put it on for the little man one by one, from the inner shirt to the outer robe, and scratched his hands on the bruises and purple marks on his body, he couldn't help but slapped the shark twice.

It's so good now, as good as before, and he won't break free even in his arms.

So, stop thinking about leaving.

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