Dianxia Qingcheng

The small building in the back garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The moonlight and the stars are hanging high, and the cold wind is raging outside the door.

The little man lay quietly on the bed, his eyes were half open, but he seemed to be asleep, his eyes were distracted and out of focus.

All the blood on his body has been cleaned up, and the wound on his forehead has been stopped and bandaged. The fire in the small building is burning vigorously, and his body has become warm.

However, his whole person still looks icy, without the slightest temperature.

Pei Zheng held a handkerchief in his hand, soaked in hot water, and wiped his face gently, one by one, very patiently.

There was a knock on the door, and the wind pushed the door in, and whispered something in Pei Zheng's ear.

Pei Zheng waved his hand to let him go down, then continued to wipe the little man's face, and wiped his hands carefully for him, and then threw the handkerchief aside.

"Does your forehead still hurt?" Pei Zheng asked in a low voice.

Qi Changyi didn't look at him and didn't answer, as if he didn't hear him.

Pei Zheng was not annoyed and helped him sit up.

"Are you sleepy? If you are not sleepy, I will take you to meet someone."

Qi Changyi sat there with his head lowered slightly and did not respond.

Pei Zheng pulled the cloak directly over, wrapped his whole body, and then walked out of the small building with his arms around him.

-Lu came to the secret prison in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qi Changyi finally felt touched by seeing this familiar place, and shivered uncomfortably.

Pei Zheng noticed it, hugged him tighter, lowered his head and comforted him in his ear.

"I'm not afraid, I'm not going to shut you down."

The two walked in, the long corridor was dark, and only a few scattered firelights could be seen until they went inside.

Chengfeng was standing in front of a cell, and when he saw the two, he opened the cell's door and followed him in.

The firelight was lit, and Qi Changyi narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't react at all.

Even when he saw the rogue leader who was trying to bully him tied to the shelf, his eyes didn't change in the slightest, and he was still gray and couldn't find the focus.

Seeing his appearance, Pei Zheng only thought he was frightened. He hugged him and sat down on the chair beside him, and let the little man sit on his lap.

Cheng Feng took a whip with an iron hook, and first a bucket of water was used to wake the fainted person, and then he waited for Pei Zheng's decision.

The hooligan leader was already covered with whip wounds, and the blood holes on his legs were still oozing blood.

Pei Zheng made a look, and Cheng Feng threw it up with a whip, and the flesh and blood that was aroused flew everywhere.

"You know, who did you meet today?" Pei Zheng sneered at the corner of his mouth, holding a small hand of the villain to play with.

"Ah... small... eyes but no pearls, really, I really don't know!"

"I don't know?" Pei Zheng finally looked up at him, "Then I'll hit you."

The whip sound of "slap, slap, slap" sounded, and the screams were endless. After hitting the whip with the hook a few times, there would be few pieces of good meat on the body, and the blood could not stop flowing.

The rogue's head was so painful that he was about to lose consciousness, and suddenly he was shocked, as if he remembered something.

"He, he said... he seems to be... the emperor..."

The rogue chief suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the opposite side in disbelief.

It's a pity that before he could say the last word, he was beaten back by Cheng Feng with a whip. Then he closed his eyes, and his body was limply pulled down, and it seemed that he had lost his breath.

Pei Zheng covered the villain's eyes at the right time, pulled his body over, put down his hand, pinched his chin and looked at himself.

Those eyes that were once agile and charming are now dead, and there is no mood swing when they look at him.

"Did he bully you? Huh?"

The little man stared blankly at Pei Zheng without speaking.

"Don't be afraid, I've caught him, you see, just tied there, he won't hurt you again, you know?"

The little man blinked twice, but still didn't respond.

Pei Zhengshun followed his back, picked him up and walked out of the cell door.

How much psychological trauma did the events of tonight leave him to make him what he is now.

Back in the small building, the warmth of the room made Qi Changyi's icy body softer.

Pei Zheng put him back on the bed, he wanted to leave and let him have a good rest, but when he bent down and smelled the lingering aroma that was unique to him, he immediately lay down on the bed.

After lying down next to the little man, he could clearly feel his softness immediately retracted and put on a hard body.

Qi Changyi buried his head in the quilt and lay face inward, as if he didn't want to be in contact with the outside world.

Pei Zheng reached out and wanted to hold him in his arms, but the little man turned inward and avoided his embrace.

Pei Zheng's face changed, but he still suppressed his displeasure, and forcibly pulled the little man into his arms, only to find that his little face was full of tears, and he bit his lips and refused.

Cry.

Wiping his tears with his fingers, he wanted to lean in and kiss him, but was avoided by the villain. This time, he struggled harder, pushing Pei Zheng's chest hard.

Pei Zheng also tried hard not to let go, and lowered his head to his lips.

It wasn't until he tasted the blood that he let go.

"Clap" a crisp sound.

Qi Changyi's eyes were red, his hands were trembling constantly, and his lips were bitten.

He actually slapped Pei Zheng.

Pei Zheng was unprepared, his head was slightly tilted, and a small palm print appeared on his face.

The tip of his tongue touched the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly smiled gloomily.

No one had ever slapped him, not even his inhumane father.

This person is the first.

"You dare to hit me?"

Pei Zheng squeezed the thin wrist, "Am I too indulgent to you? Huh? There should be a limit to your temper!"

Qi Changyi's wrist hurt, and he frowned slightly, but he still refused to make a sound.

He was very sad and sad, so sad that he couldn't bring up any strength.

He just wants to sleep now, and when he wakes up, he will find out that all this is just a nightmare.

Pei Zheng saw his indifferent look, and his subordinates were neither light nor serious, "Speak."

Qi Changyi did not move, and was silent for a long time.

Pei Zheng's voice became louder, "What? You didn't even want to tell me anything? Knowing that I'm going to marry someone else, do you want to draw a line with me again?"

Hearing this, Qi Changyi's heart throbbed.

Pei Zheng looked at his frowning brows, "Okay, very good, I want to see how long you can endure without making a sound."

After he finished speaking, he put out the candlestick in the small building.

The shadows of the trees outside the window shook, and the inside of the door was full of beauty.

At first, the small building was still silent, and then there were some strange sounds, like a cat, which made people blush and heartbeat.

It wasn't until the sky lighted that the sound slowly faded away.

When it was time for the early morning, when Chengfeng came to the small building, Pei Zheng didn't even go out, he only said that he would not go to the early morning today, and asked Chengfeng to send a memorial. In the whole day that followed, no one in the small building came out, only Li Yu went in twice, delivering lunch and dinner.

The thick curtain on the bed had never been put down before, but this time it came in handy, covering the entire bed tightly and completely, so that the situation inside could not be seen at all.

Qi Changyi's consciousness has been groggy, half-lying on the bed, with no strands on his body, and his voice is hoarse.

"water…"

Pei Zheng moved his body and stretched out his hand, "Get water."

Outside Li Yu hurriedly brought water to the bedside, the curtain flashed with slits, and he could vaguely see the figures inside. He was busy bowing his head and didn't dare to look again, but the ambiguous aura wafting from the inside hit him. Twist and drill into the nostrils.

When Pei Zheng handed out the water glass, Li Yu's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes drifted into the curtain involuntarily, wanting to see what happened to His Highness.

Pei Zheng looked at him and smiled, then pulled the curtains open, "Want to see?"

Li Yu was startled, and hurriedly bowed his head and knelt on the ground, "Minions, slaves don't dare... Sir, calm down..."

"Get up." Pei Zheng let go of his hands and lowered the curtain again, and his figure was also blocked by the curtain.

He stroked the bite mark under Fu Xiaoren'er's collarbone and moved his thoughts.

"Go on and find a tattoo artist."

"Yes"

Li Yu exited the small building, the cold wind blowing on his face finally calmed the fiery heat on his cheeks, he sighed and left in a hurry.

Pei Zheng lay back down again and groped back and forth along the white and smooth body under him.

I don't want to be so cruel to him, but I can't control the restlessness in my heart. If I lose control, it will often hurt him.

Fortunately, only at this time is the little man alive, bright, full of life, and the coquettishness of the corners of his eyes and brows can melt human bones.

When the love goes deep, he will also be a little confused, even touching the little man's stomach and saying, "I really want to make this place bigger, so you can't run away."

In the next few days, Pei Zheng still did not go to court, but the emperor even gave permission, saying that he should prepare well for the big wedding in a few days.

And Pei Zheng has been living in the small building for the past few days, Qi Changyi was enclosed in the curtain, and he didn't even get off the bed for five days.

The tattoo master invited by the Prime Minister's House lived in the bamboo forest in the back garden, and waited for three days before being sent to the small building.

As soon as Li Yu entered the door with the master, he saw that the curtain was finally opened, and a little man dressed in white was lying on the bed with his eyes closed as if he had not woken up.

Pei Zheng sat aside and looked up and down the tattoo master.

After being glanced around coldly, the tattoo master broke out in cold sweat on his back.

"Big, my lord, what pattern do you want to tattoo?"

"It's not me, it's him." Pei Zheng retracted his gaze, "The pattern is on the table."

Li Yu walked over and took the pattern, and was stunned when she saw the red lotus on it.

The tattoo master took the pattern and looked at it for a long time. "Sir, cinnabar is needed to color this red lotus. As far as I know, the palace has high-quality cinnabar that was paid tribute by foreign countries. It is the most suitable for tattooing."

"I'll give you cinnabar, you have to promise to do it to my satisfaction, otherwise..."

Pei Zheng looked at him and didn't continue talking.

The tattoo master wiped his sweat, "Sir, where do you want to be tattooed?"

Pei Zheng got up and walked to the side of the bed, pulling the little man's shirt, but the sleeping little man was unaware at all.

Pei Zheng pointed at the bite mark, "Here."