Dianxia Qingcheng

The little man in the wooden barrel suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him, his eyes blinked, but what he saw was a black fog, he couldn't help being a little scared, and his fingers tightly grasped the edge of the wooden barrel.

"Little Pillar, is that you?"

He thought it was the little soldier who was waiting for him, and looked back, but it was dark behind him, and he could only see a vague figure standing behind him.

But the man did not answer him.

The little man didn't think much, turned around and continued to soak.

"Little pillar, won't you light it when the light is out?"

The man continued to not answer.

"The water is a little cold..." The little man said softly.

The person behind picked up the hot water bucket next to him and added some hot water to the big wooden bucket, and the curling steam suddenly rose.

The little man accidentally scalded his arm by the splashing hot water, and quickly stretched his arm out of the bucket, holding a small mouth and blowing.

"Hoo ha ha ha ~ ha ha"

The small, slender arm that looks like a lotus root is extremely dazzling in the dark night, and the bright section flashes past and hides into the dark medicine bath tub.

After soaking for a long time, the little man's body was soft, as if his bones were taken away, and his mind was a little dizzy due to the aroma of medicine.

"Little pillar, have I soaked it long enough? Can I come out?"

The person standing behind still didn't answer. Instead, a pair of hands suddenly gathered up the black hair behind him and put it on his left shoulder, and then a small handkerchief-like scarf was placed on his naked right shoulder. .

"Little Pillar, what are you doing?"

- Holding a square towel in one hand and reaching into the wooden barrel, after soaking a little black medicinal soup, he put it on his shoulder again, and wiped it back and forth along the smooth and delicate skin. The place is also rubbed with medicinal soup.

"Oh, you just went out with a square scarf, didn't you?" The hot medicinal soup was poured on his slightly cold shoulders, and the little man sighed comfortably.

"Aha"

Then he coughed again.

—The same cool hand patted his back lightly.

The little man coughed for a while before he recovered from panting. In addition to the bitterness of the medicinal juice, his mouth now coughed up some fishy and sweet taste.

"It's so uncomfortable..." Qi Changyi said while clutching his chest, he now felt a little stuffy in his chest and couldn't breathe.

"Little Zhuzi, tell me, what's wrong with me? Why do I feel so uncomfortable every day..."

The handkerchief wiped on his shoulders paused.

"Brother Tang didn't tell me anything, I drink a lot of medicine every day, and now I have to take a medicinal bath, am I, am I..."

The more Qi Changyi spoke, the lower his voice became, and he couldn't say the following words at all, and his eyes were red with suffocation.

He didn't speak any more, and let the hands keep pouring the medicinal soup on his shoulders with the handkerchief.

After an unknown time, the square towel suddenly stopped.

Qi Changyi soaked for a while before asking, "Little Zhuzi, I don't want to soak anymore, I'm dizzy, can I come out..."

There was no movement behind him.

Qi Changyi was a little strange, turned his head to look, the back was empty and no one was there.

"This little pillar, when did you leave, why didn't you tell me..."

Qi Changyi stood up by himself and wanted to come out of the wooden barrel, but as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy in front of him, as if it was covered with a blood-red mist, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Holding on to the edge of the wooden barrel, Qi Changyi bent down and coughed violently, a stream of blood rushed out of his throat, and he finally couldn't hold back and fell into the barrel.

He didn't know how long he had been dizzy again this time. It was so long that he had another long dream. This dream was so real and clear that he could even hear Pei Zheng whispering in his ear, "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

In a daze, he half-opened his eyes, but there was still a blood-red world in front of him. Qi Changyi blinked his eyes forcefully.

"Heaven...why is it red..."

—A hand reached under the quilt and took his hand.

"woke up?"

Qi Changyi's body froze suddenly, then shivered, and his breathing was broken.

He slapped the hand he was holding in a panic, pulled it out with all his strength, and then lifted the quilt to get out of bed, but he stumbled and fell to the ground weakly.

His palms and knees were bruised, and he was in hot pain, but Qi Changyi didn't even realize it. He was lying on the ground and wanted to stand up with both hands and feet. Unfortunately, after several attempts, he fell back again.

When he woke up, he was already very weak, and after another toss, the little man lay on the ground, panting weakly, as if all his strength had been taken away, and his whole body was still shaking from fear.

The sound of footsteps came, and he stopped beside the little man, and then he was firmly hugged into a slightly cool embrace.

"Where are you going? Huh?" Pei Zheng's voice started from the beginning, he wanted to run away when he saw me? Do you really think I won't break your leg? "

Qi Changyi was too weak to struggle, so he could only let Pei Zheng carry him back to the bed and lie down.

It's been a long time since I've seen him, the little man seems to be thinner, and he is lightly held in his arms.

"Zhao Litang took you away and developed this look? I thought he was very capable, but it made you even more angry."

Pei Zheng's fingers gently slid across his face, and finally stopped on the slightly thin and delicate chin.

"Uh..." Qi Changyi cried out in pain, "Pain... Brother Tang, he... treats me well..."

"Treat you well? Just leave you here and go to war for the so-called righteousness?"

Pei Zheng pinched him and looked at himself, but stared at his dull eyes without saying a word.

Those eyes shouldn't have such a dead look, how come the agility and anger in them are gone?

Pei Zheng finally found out that something was wrong, he reached out and shook his hand in front of his eyes, but the little man didn't react at all, but there were some crystal tears oozing out of the corners of his eyes.

"look at me."

Qi Changyi moved his eyes, but he didn't know where Pei Zheng was.

"I'll let you look at me!" Pei Zheng raised his voice.

Qi Changyi was frightened by his roar, tears rolled out like he didn't want money, "I...I can't see...it's so red...like...like blood..."

After speaking, the little man suddenly started to cough, and his tears became more turbulent. He stooped and sank deeply into the quilt, and then suddenly poured out from his mouth - a large mouthful of blood, all of which was sprayed on the quilt.

The bright red stinged Pei Zheng's eyes deeply. Before, the little man's bleeding was just a wound on the outside of his body, but now he vomited blood inside. He couldn't help but think of the little man's words during the medicinal bath last night. .

Sick, uncomfortable, and taking a lot of medicine every day...

If it wasn't for the fact that he was so provoked that he couldn't continue listening, maybe the little man wouldn't faint in it.

Pei Zheng became a little flustered, and with a trembling hand, he stretched out and took the little man into his arms.

"Ride the wind!"

Cheng Feng hurried into the barracks.

"Go find that soldier who knows medicine! Go!"

When Wu Quan arrived in a hurry, he didn't even bother to ask why His Highness was in Pei Zheng's barracks. He was frightened when he saw a large pool of blood on the bed, and rushed over and pulled Qi Changyi's arm to quickly check the pulse.

"The pulse is extremely weak, and the signs of life are gradually disappearing! What the **** is going on!" Wu Quan's forehead was sweating anxiously, and he hurriedly opened Qi Changyi's eyelids to observe.

"Your Highness's eyes are a little wrong, is there something wrong?"

Pei Zheng has been holding the villain's other hand tightly, and the small palm is wrapped in his palm, so soft and so weak.

"He just said that the blood in front of his eyes is red, as if he can't see it."

Pei Zheng's voice was low and he couldn't hear his emotions.

Wu Quan was taken aback for a while, and his lungs were blown up by anger.

"Lord Pei! Since my general took over His Highness, it's too late to treat him with all his heart and soul. How can he be like this when he meets you! The general has an important position, so he can't go to the battlefield to fight. Otherwise, the little highness won't be able to, and won't fall into your hands!"

"What did you say?" Pei Zheng looked at Wu Quan with stern eyes. He was worried about the villain, but not everyone could do good to him.

Wu Quan was outspoken, and now that Zhao Litang was not around, he just poured out the words in his stomach.

"Beijing is a rude person, and you are not as smart and thoughtful as you, but since I have been in contact with the little highness these days, I have done my best. From the general, it is heard that the little highness has a miserable background. He grew up in a cannibalistic place like the palace. Your Highness can still be so simple and kind and endearing, whoever sees it will not feel distressed, how can you be so cruel!

"When the general rescued His Highness, do you know what His Highness's body has been ruined? Lang said that he would not live long, and the world can save him.

His Royal Highness's people are actually in the palace. Your Highness finally escaped from there, and you have to go back if you want to survive..."

Speaking of this, Wu Quan paused, "His Royal Highness's illness, in the final analysis, is an unbearable stagnation in the heart. It has been accumulated for a long time, and coupled with some physical pains, it has formed a stubborn illness..."

Before Wu Quan finished speaking, the little man who had closed his eyes in Pei Zhenghuai suddenly coughed violently. Pei Zheng realized that he seemed to be vomiting blood again, and hurriedly took out a clean and soft white handkerchief from his cuff and put it on him. lips.

Sure enough, with a hula, the little man spat out blood again, dyed the white handkerchief red, and his face became even whiter. In addition to the red stained by blood, his lips were a little black.

Clearly a sign of poison!

Pei Zheng suddenly looked up at Wu Quan, Wu Quan also found this, and quickly took Qi Changyi's pulse again.

"Yes, there is some weak toxin in the body! The medicated bath should have caused the toxin to enter the body through the medicated bath. It seems that His Highness's eyesight is also related to the toxin! Fortunately, the medicine was only used for soaking, and I didn't drink it. Otherwise, the poison will only deepen."

Wu Quan's brows furrowed, "However, I personally bought this medicinal material from the city, and the cooking process was all completed by me. Who else has the opportunity to poison it?"

Pei Zheng narrowed his eyes, "There is one more person."