The sedan was moving fast and steadily, and had already arrived at the main street of the imperial capital. There were many pedestrians on the street, and the shops on the street were also lit.
Shen Shijiu lifted the curtain slightly, wanting to use the light to see Pei Zheng's situation clearly.
Faint light shone in, and Pei Zheng was leaning against the sedan chair with his eyes closed, his face pale, and a few spots of scarlet blood on his lips.
There was nothing wrong with the black robe he was wearing, and it would not be noticed even if it was stained with blood.
Shen Shijiu couldn't hold back his tears. His fingers were trembling as he gently reached out and pulled open Pei Zheng's shirt a little bit. He saw his underwear that was stained with blood.
I don’t know what happened to Pei Zheng and why he was injured so badly.
Shen Shijiu placed his fingers on his pulse and felt it. Sure enough, his internal strength was so weak that it was almost imperceptible. It was gradually emanating from Pei Zheng's body.
After rummaging in his sleeves for a long time, Shen Shijiu finally took out the medicine box successfully. He used all his strength to stop his hands from shaking. Then he pulled up Pei Zheng's sleeves, and sure enough, his cuffs were covered in blood.
There was so much blood that the wound could not be seen clearly.
Shen Shijiu sprinkled the powder very gently on Pei Zheng's arm, but no matter how gentle his movements were, the arm under his hand unconsciously shrank back in pain.
"Does it hurt?" Shen Shijiu withdrew his hand and blew slowly on Pei Zheng's arm. The warm current passed by, taking away some of the pain.
The narrow eyes moved, Pei Zheng slowly opened his eyes, squinted slightly to look at the person in front of him, his eyes were filled with endless coldness.
When I saw the face of the person in front of me clearly, the chill immediately disappeared.
"Your Highness..."
When Shen Shijiu heard Pei Zheng talking, although he didn't hear clearly what he said, he still hurried over.
"My Lord, how do you feel? You are covered in wounds. Does it hurt? It must hurt..."
As he spoke, tears began to fall from his eyes, like little pearls that had broken off the string, falling onto Pei Zheng's hands.
Pei Zheng felt extremely tired and he couldn't use any of the internal energy in his body. Whenever he tried to force his energy to circulate, he felt his five internal organs twisting and hurting, and a fishy and sweet taste rose in his throat.
How come the little man in front of me has so many tears? Is he made of water
He wanted to reach out and wipe away his tears, but Pei Zheng was too weak to lift his hand.
When Shen Shijiu saw Pei Zheng slightly raised his hand, he quickly held it, and his two warm little hands held his cold palm tightly.
"Don't... cry..."
When you cry, it hurts me even more.
Shen Shijiu nodded obediently and roughly wiped his tears with his sleeve, making his little face red.
"Sir, we will soon...will soon return home...please stop...stop talking...have a good rest..."
He choked up as he spoke, although he still felt like crying, but in order not to worry the adults, he tried hard to keep his eyes open and hold back his tears.
The sedan stopped after a while and Shen Shijiu jumped down by himself.
Chengfeng came forward and helped Pei Zheng down from the sedan chair, but Pei Zheng couldn't walk on his own now, so Chengfeng simply carried Pei Zheng on his back and strode into the prime minister's residence.
The lights in the prime minister's residence immediately came on, and Chengfeng sent Pei Zheng back to the room and gently laid him down on the bed.
After seeing Pei Zheng being settled, Shen Shijiu hurried out.
Chengfeng grabbed him.
"I'm going to find my master. Please ask him to come and save me!"
Chengfeng glanced at the bedside and said, "Wait here, I'll go find it."
Shen Shijiu nodded with tears in her eyes, then went to the bedside to check on Pei Zheng's condition.
Chengfeng hurried out and went to find Shen Huan.
As a ghost doctor, he can heal the dead, so saving a living person should be much easier.
Shen Shijiu was half-kneeling beside the bed. The room was bright because many candles were lit by the servants.
Pei Zheng lay on the bed, seemingly having lost consciousness again, and did not move.
We have to take off his outer robe first so that we can carefully examine his injuries. We don’t know what has hurt him.
Shen Shijiu gently untied the straps of Pei Zheng's robe, but his corset was tied on the inside. Shen Shijiu crawled to the bed to untie the corset.
After finally untying it, he pulled open Pei Zheng's robe, revealing the torn, blood-red clothes inside, which were all connected to his flesh. Each one looked like whip wounds, with his skin and flesh exposed by every whip.
However, the more serious injury was on Pei Zheng's left shoulder blade, where there was a large bloody hole, as if someone had pierced it with a sword or some sharp weapon.
Shen Shijiu couldn't hold back his tears. How painful it must be to be covered in wounds to make someone who could endure pain like an adult unable to bear it any longer.
The door of the room was suddenly pushed open. It was Chengfeng who came with Shen Huan.
Shen Shijiu was kneeling inside the bed, kneeling beside Pei Zheng. The veil on her face had already been wet with tears and was so heavy that it was about to fall off.
After seeing Shen Huan coming, Shen Shijiu seemed to have found someone to rely on, and cried out in a crying voice, "Master..."
Shen Huan came to the bedside with a medicine box and started to take Pei Zheng's pulse, then his brows gradually frowned.
"His physical condition is very poor. Did he suffer a serious injury before and didn't recover well?"
Chengfeng nodded silently.
Shen Huan understood, "His internal energy has been severely damaged, and he often uses it forcefully. This is simply courting death!"
Shen Shijiu came down from the bed, stood beside Shen Huan and pulled Shen Huan's sleeve.
"Master... you must save the master..."
Shen Huan looked at her little disciple who was crying bitterly. Her eyes were a little red and swollen, and she looked extremely pitiful. How could she refuse
"Okay, stop crying. I didn't say I wouldn't save him." Shen Huan opened his medicine box. "His injuries just look scary. They're not serious.
The most important thing is his internal injuries, which are fatal."
Shen Huan said to Cheng Feng, "Guard Feng, please step aside for a moment. I'm going to start treating you." Cheng Feng thought for a moment, then turned around and walked out.
"Disciple, come and help me take off his clothes."
Two full hours later, the door of the room opened again, and Shen Huan yawned loudly.
"Come in."
Chengfeng walked in and found that the injured Pei Zheng had been bandaged and even changed into clean clothes.
"Thank you, Master Shen, for saving my master. If you want any reward, just ask. The Prime Minister's Mansion will do its best to satisfy you."
Shen Huan waved his hands, "Forget it, forget it, it's just a small favor. Just ask your master to be nicer to me and my disciple in the future, and don't be sour-looking at us." Shen Shijiu whispered, "The master didn't have a sour face... The master always smiles..."
Shen Huan looked at his apprentice speechlessly. Was he serious? Wasn't Pei Zheng's freezing face considered a stinky face
"By the way, Guard Feng, may I ask how Prime Minister Pei got injured?"
When Shen Huan asked this question, she actually didn't expect Cheng Feng to answer, because she could see that the whip marks on Pei Zheng's body were distributed in a regular pattern, and it was obvious that he was punished by Gong, and the thing that pierced his shoulder blade should also be the instrument used by Gong to punish people.
Cheng Feng was silent for a while, "My Lord, today, broke off the engagement with the Second Princess in front of everyone in the palace."
Such an important matter sounded like an ordinary thing when it came out of his mouth.
"Those ministers are all from the Queen's family. Your actions are tantamount to making enemies with them in public. The Emperor was furious and wanted to remove you from your post. Later, at the Queen's intercession, the sentence was changed to a criminal punishment and retention of one month."
Shen Huan and Shen Shijiu were both stunned.
What surprised Shen Huan was that Pei Zheng was retained for a month, which meant that during this month he could not touch state affairs or enter the palace.
—Whether or not the position of prime minister can be kept in a month is another matter, which means that the big backer that the master and disciple have finally secured may fall.
But what surprised Shen Shijiu was that the engagement between the Master and the Second Princess had been cancelled, which meant that the Master and the Second Princess no longer had any relationship.
A strange feeling spread in his heart. He was not sure what it was, but he was happy all the same.
At this moment, the veil on Shen Shijiu's face finally fell off. The veil fell to the ground with a snap, and it was already stained with tears.
Shen Huan and Cheng Feng both looked over at the same time, and Shen Shijiu, whose face was no longer covered, looked back at them in confusion.
Shen Huan's eyes suddenly widened.
Shen Shijiu's true face is revealed!
And Chengfeng saw it!
what to do!
No, why doesn't Chengfeng look surprised at all
How could you not be shocked at all when you saw such a beautiful face
Shen Huan seemed to have thought of something and suddenly clapped his hands hard.
"You, you, you...he, he, he..." Shen Huan pointed at Pei Zheng who was lying on the ground, "Did you see it a long time ago..."
Chengfeng glanced at Shen Shijiu and nodded.
"See... what?"
There was a sound coming from the bedside. Pei Zheng woke up and propped himself up to sit up. His voice was a little hoarse.
Shen Shijiu hurried over, "Sir, you're finally awake!"
Shen Huan looked at her little disciple who ran faster than a rabbit, and the corners of her mouth twitched. She felt that something was not right with the development of things.
Pei Zheng raised his hand and touched Shen Shijiu, who was tilting his head at the bed and looking at him.
"Well, what happened to your eyes?"
He pointed his finger at Shen Shijiu's red and swollen eyes.
Shen Huan also came over, "If you don't wake up, I, your little disciple, will go to your funeral."
Pei Zheng heard the hostility in her tone.
Shen Huan continued, "My Lord, you haven't answered yet. Have you seen my little disciple before?"
Shen Shijiu was also looking at Pei Zheng.
Pei Zheng's expression suddenly changed. He lowered his eyes and looked at Shen Shijiu with a complicated look, but he didn't say a word.
If Shen Huan couldn't see that there was something fishy going on, she would be a fool, but her stupid disciple certainly couldn't see that there was something wrong with Pei Zheng.
"Master, the master is very tired today, how about we let him rest first?"
Shen Shijiu pulled the corner of Shen Huan's clothes and said.
Shen Huan curled his lips and decided not to ask any further questions for the sake of his disciple.
"Well, disciple, let's go."
As soon as Shen Huan finished speaking, Shen Shijiu's hand was secretly held by someone. He looked up and saw Pei Zheng had his eyes closed, but the hand he was holding on to had become tighter.
"Master, how about you go back first?"
Shen Huan turned around, snorted coldly, then packed up his medicine box and walked out the door without looking back.
Chengfeng also followed him out the door.
Suddenly there were only two people left in the room. Shen Shijiu was still half-kneeling on the ground beside the bed. The floor was cold and his knees were almost numb from kneeling.
"My Lord, my Lord...are you going to sleep?"
Pei Zheng opened his eyes a little and patted the bed inside.
"Come up."