After blowing a few times, Shen Shijiu's tears finally stopped.
Pei Zheng took off the mask on his face and put it on his face.
The guards who had just been dispersed by the crowd rushed over and knelt on the ground, "I am late, please forgive me, Master."
Pei Zheng had no intention of punishing them at the moment, so he gave them a look to ask them to retreat.
Those guards who were staggering on the ground were also dragged away.
"Disciple"
Shen Huan's voice suddenly came from not far away.
Then I saw the three people who had just been separated coming over.
Shen Huan and Li Yu bent over and began to breathe heavily, obviously because they ran too fast and too fast. However, Cheng Feng, who was standing beside them, did not blush or feel nervous, and his face was calm.
"Master, are you okay?" Chengfeng asked.
Before Pei Zheng could speak, Shen Shijiu spoke first, sounding aggrieved.
"They... there are so many people... my face hurts... sir... throw them into the river..." Shen Shijiu saw his master and pointed at his face and said, "Master, my face is broken..."
Shen Huan was startled and quickly lifted the mask on Shen Jiujiu's face. Only then did he see a wound on Shen Jiujiu's cheek. Although it was not deep, it seemed that a lot of blood had been lost.
She was just about to blame Pei Zheng for how he took good care of his little disciple, but even such an important face was almost scratched.
But Pei Zheng on the side was obviously pale, and his left hand was hidden in the wide sleeves.
Shen Huan realized something was wrong and forcibly pulled Pei Zheng's left hand over. He saw that his left hand was covered with sticky blood. The blood came from above his left arm, but fortunately it had stopped flowing.
"Don't move!" Shen Huan shouted at Pei Zheng. Seeing Pei Zheng's stern expression and trying to pull his hand away, she looked so angry that she seemed to be about to burst into flames.
"If you move your arm again, forget it!"
Pei Zheng glanced at Shen Huan with an indifferent look, but he really didn't pull his hand away.
Shen Huan took out a small piece of cloth from his bosom and wrapped it tightly around Pei Zheng's left shoulder several times. Pei Zheng cooperated very well and lowered his body slightly.
Seeing this, Shen Shijiu also came over and saw that the snow-white cloth on Pei Zheng's shoulder was almost instantly soaked with red. He was frightened. He gently placed his little hand on the wound and looked up at Pei Zheng.
"My Lord... is injured..."
Pei Zheng took his hand down and held it in his palm. He saw his worry and fear and said in a soothing tone, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."
The few of them did not stay any longer and returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
—On the way, Shen Huan didn't say a word, which was really unlike her style.
In fact, when Shen Huan got separated from Pei Zheng and Shen Shijiu just now, she took the opportunity to ask Li Yu some questions. She always had a feeling that these people seemed to know her little apprentice better than she did.
Li Yu's expression became extremely complicated after hearing her question. He didn't expect Shen Huan's words to be so explicit.
"Um, this... this, I don't know either, go ask Guard Feng."
They both turned their heads at the same time to look at Cheng Feng who had an expressionless face, then turned their heads back quietly.
Shen Huan shrugged: You want me to ask a mute a question
Li Yu shrugged helplessly, so he had to answer.
"Sir, uh, Sir and Mr. Shen, they, uh, did know each other before."
Shen Huan said, "Do you need to tell me that? Even a blind man can see it. I was just asking, how far did they go before? Hug? Kiss? Sleep?"
Li Yu's face turned red and green, "I really don't know, I don't know..."
Shen Huan shouted, "Don't think I don't know, you..."
She pointed at Li Yu and then at Chengfeng.
“… You and Pei Zheng are in the same group.”
Li Yu waved his hand, "No, no, I was not from the Prime Minister's Mansion before, I was from... the Imperial Palace."
Shen Huan's eyes changed. She remembered that her little disciple was the youngest prince in the palace.
"Prince Qi Changyi?"
Li Yu was surprised that Shen Huan actually knew the name of his prince, and he nodded.
Shen Huan understood, so this Li Yu must have been serving the little disciple before.
Under Shen Huan's questioning, Li Yu talked about some things about Qi Changyi in the palace. The people mentioned the most, besides the Third Princess Qi Yiru who was always finding fault at the time, was Pei Zheng.
Later, when talking about the marriage with the barbarians, Li Yu was unwilling to continue.
No matter how Shen Huan asked, Li Yu refused to say a word.
"Why is Master Shen so concerned about His Royal Highness? Could it be that you know His Royal Highness?"
Li Yu asked tentatively. He was not sure whether Shen Huan knew who he had saved.
Shen Huan did not answer, but pointed to a tree not far away and said, "I saw them, over there!"
Then he ran out.
Li Yu and Cheng Feng also quickened their pace to catch up.
Several people returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Shen Huan first took out the medicine box and treated the wounds of Pei Zheng, who was more seriously injured.
Pei Zheng sat down on the stool, and Shen Shijiu followed him and took off the mask on his face, placing it neatly on the table, then stared at Pei Zheng's bleeding shoulder.
Shen Huan took off Pei Zheng's outer robe, and his inner shirt had already been soaked with blood.
After wiping the blood away, I saw that the wound, which had begun to heal after applying medicine, had split open again. The bloody mess was particularly horrifying.
Shen Huan moved skillfully and sprinkled the prepared medicinal powder on the wound. This medicinal powder was very effective in healing wounds, but it was also very painful.
Pei Zheng's expression didn't change, but his fingers clenched tighter. Then he felt a soft little hand reaching into his palm.
He loosened his fingers slightly, and the little hand squeezed in directly, stuffing everything into the gaps between his fingers. Pei Zheng suddenly didn't dare to use force.
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Shen Shijiu moved his hands, his face full of worry, "Sir... does it hurt..."
Pei Zheng shook his head and drew a pattern on the back of his hand with his fingers.
Shen Huan bandaged the wound and said to Pei Zheng seriously, "Prime Minister, you don't have to worry about your health, but if anything happens, don't blame me. If I don't heal this injury in three days, it will ruin my reputation."
After she finished speaking, she deliberately pressed on Pei Zheng's wound, causing Pei Zheng to frown.
"You still feel the pain. I thought you didn't even have any feeling. If this wound is torn again, even a god won't be able to reattach your bones. You can forget about this arm."
After these words were spoken, one of the two people sitting there didn't care, and the other was drunk and didn't understand. However, Li Yu and Chengfeng on the side were sweating.
Shen Huan turned around and came to Shen Shijiu, wanting to see Shen Shijiu's face, but saw two hands clasped together under the table.
She thought of the past events that Li Yu had told her. Pei Zheng seemed to be quite nice to his young disciple and would always help him in times of crisis. Could it be that she had misjudged him? Was Prime Minister Pei really a good person
"Disciple, turn around."
Shen Shijiu still listened to his master's words. He turned back and naturally loosened his hand.
Pei Zheng secretly twirled his fingers in the air.
Shen Huan took out another potion, applied it on Shen Shijiu's face, and then took off the mask on his face.
There was a long cut on the thin mask and it was no longer usable.
Shen Shijiu's true face was revealed. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were sparkling, and he looked up obediently, waiting for Shen Huan to apply medicine to him.
"You can't wear a mask in the next few days, at least until your wound heals." Shen Huan said as he applied medicine to Shen Shijiu.
Shen Shijiu didn't know what his master was talking about. He pointed at the mask on the table and asked stupidly, "Is it this mask?"
Shen Huan pulled him up, "Yes, yes, it's getting late, come back with me, don't disturb Master Pei's rest."
As he said that, he pushed Shen Shijiu out of the door first, and then he followed him out. As if he was afraid that someone would object, he hurriedly closed the door.
Shen Huan pulled Shen Shijiu back to the room where she lived. She was really worried about leaving her little disciple with Pei Zheng. It was like throwing a little rabbit into a wolf's den.
Although it was a wounded wolf, it looked like it had been hungry for who knows how long.
But this wing room can't accommodate two people.
Li Yu came to the door of the wing room and knocked on the door, "Master Shen, Master Shen?"
Shen Huan raised his voice, "Butler Li, what's the matter?"
"Um, Mr. Shen's residence is not here, it's in the small building in the back garden."
Shen Huan patted her head. Yes, how could she forget that Pei Zheng gave that small building to his little disciple to live in.
The door of the wing room opened, and Shen Huan pulled Shen Shijiu out again.
"Lead the way to the small building."
Li Yuzhen didn't know how to report back. He wanted to take Shen Shijiu back to the small building to rest, but Shen Huan followed him closely like a dog-skin plaster and also followed him into the small building in the back garden.
There is a compartment on the side of the small building. It is not big, but it is fully equipped with a bed. No one lives there on weekdays, but it is cleaned every day.
Shen Huan pointed, "I live there."
Without waiting for Li Yu to say anything, Shen Huan pushed Li Yu out and closed the door with a bang.
As soon as Shen Jiujiu stepped into the small building, he seemed to find a sense of familiarity. He staggered to the side of the bed and lay down on it softly.
After being drunk all night and walking a long way, he felt tired and fell asleep without even taking off his clothes.
When Shen Huan saw his little disciple lying on the bed, he sighed, walked over, pulled the quilt over him, then blew out the candle and went to the compartment to rest.
At night, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, the door of the small building was gently pushed open, and a figure walked in and walked to the bed.
I saw a slight bulge under the quilt, with two thin legs sticking out from underneath. The boots on their feet were not taken off, and they actually fell asleep just like that.
Pei Zheng half squatted down, gently took off the boots for the little guy, and then held the legs of the girl on the edge of the bed.
Gently lifting the quilt, the little person lying underneath only showed half of his face, with the other side deeply embedded in the mattress, and his hands placed obediently on both sides of his body.
Her clothes were disheveled, and the robe around her waist was loose, revealing a bit of her slender white skin.
Her long eyelashes drooped slightly, her red lips slightly parted, and her breathing was light and shallow, like a soft little kitten.
Pei Zheng only felt the pain in his wound again.
I had been reading memorials in the room for almost two hours, but I still couldn't fall asleep. This little man was always on my mind.
I just followed my heart and went to the small building to take a look. As a result, I saw the little guy fell asleep on the bed without taking off his clothes or shoes.
"Ah... it hurts..."
The little guy was not sleeping well, and seemed to be hurt by the wound on his face, so he started to moan.