"Doctor Jiang is here." The eunuch's announcement came from outside the door.
Pei Zheng hugged the little guy and didn't move.
Jiang Yubai stepped into the bedroom. He was wearing a loose official uniform of an imperial physician and had a handsome face. He coughed lightly after seeing the two people on the bed.
"Meet Master Pei."
Pei Zheng then calmly stepped aside and said, "Doctor Jiang, thank you for your help."
Qi Changyi was originally leaning comfortably on Pei Zheng's chest, but suddenly she lost her support and pouted in dissatisfaction, but she also cooperated sensibly with Jiang Yubai's pulse diagnosis.
"Your Highness just caught a cold, it's nothing serious, I'll write a prescription and ask someone to get some medicine for you later."
Jiang Yubai withdrew his hand, turned around and started to write a prescription.
Just now, someone from the Prince's Palace broke into the Imperial Hospital under the name of Pei Zheng. Seeing his appearance, people thought that the prince had some incurable disease. Jiang Yubai was so scared that he ran over in a hurry. But it turned out to be just a minor cold.
"Wait, he has other injuries on his body, Doctor Jiang, please check them as well."
Pei Zheng suddenly spoke, but his words were clearly words of concern, yet coming out of his mouth they sounded like cold orders.
Jiang Yubai curled his lips and had to walk to the bed again to check Qi Changyi carefully.
"The injury is on the knee, there's no need to check other parts."
Pei Zheng said again quietly.
Jiang Yubai really couldn't help but turn around and roll his eyes at him. If he didn't want to touch His Highness, he should just say it directly, and insult his medical ethics in a roundabout way.
But he was afraid of the cold-blooded prime minister's methods, so he obediently lifted up Qi Changyi's trouser legs to check.
The fair and thin knees were indeed red and swollen, and some places had even turned purple, which was heartbreaking to look at.
The helpless little prince was really unlucky to fall into Pei Zheng's hands. Jiang Yubai came from time to time to treat his injuries. Some of them were caused by people in other palaces, while some were caused by Pei Zheng himself.
After hurriedly writing out a few prescriptions for colds and injuries, Jiang Yubai took his leave.
Ordering the people in the bedroom to take the medicine down and boil it, Pei Zheng sat at the head of Qi Changyi's bed and picked up a manual beside his bed to read it.
It was filled with neat and uniform handwriting, so neat that it even looked a bit old-fashioned.
This was the result of him asking Qi Changyi to read more books and practice calligraphy more often. Now it seemed that he was practicing obediently.
However, when I turned to the last few pages of the manual, I saw that it was filled with Zhao Litang's name, and every stroke was written with great care.
Pei Zhengyang tore the manual into two halves and threw it under the bed.
The medicine was ready, and the palace maid brought it up respectfully, wanting to feed Qi Changyi to drink.
Pei Zheng reached out to take the medicine bowl and sent the palace maid away.
Qi Changyi was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed and an expression of some pain, his cheeks were as red as if a woman had deliberately put on rouge.
Pei Zheng helped him up and leaned him against his shoulder, but his movements were not gentle.
"Drink it."
But the medicine was too bitter. The drowsy little boy spat it out with his tongue, still breathing, "It's so bitter."
Pei Zheng became impatient and tilted his head back to take all the black medicine in the bowl into his mouth. Then he pinched Qi Changyi's cheeks with his fingers and forced him to open his mouth.
Qi Changyi felt pain and his eyes became slightly moist. Before he could react, his mouth was sealed tightly and then bitter medicine was poured into his mouth.
He instinctively wanted to spit out the medicine again, but his tongue was firmly held down by another soft thing. He could only swallow the dark and bitter medicine into his throat while whimpering.
After swallowing the medicine, Pei Zheng did not move his lips away. He attacked the little guy fiercely as if punishing him, as if he wanted to tear him apart and swallow him into his stomach, leaving his mark on every place.
Before they separated, Pei Zheng bit the red little lips with his teeth, and the smell of blood rolled into their mouths. Qi Changyi hissed in pain, and enchanting blood flowers bloomed on his lips.
Pei Zheng stretched out his finger to wipe it off for him, and said coldly, "Your Highness, you must take good care of yourself and come to the study room for class tomorrow and don't be late."
After saying that, he got up and left.
Qi Changyi lay back on the bed, covering his mouth and staring at the bed curtains above his head.
Is Brother Pei a dog? Otherwise, why did he bite so hard