I walked through that dark place again.
Pei Zheng opened his eyes again, but there was still a thick, impenetrable darkness in front of him.
This time it seemed to be night, and he was lying on his back on the bed, wondering what time he was back to
He moved his body and then he felt that there was a soft little person lying on his chest. He was holding him tightly and seemed to be sleeping very uncomfortably.
Pei Zheng wanted to find him a more comfortable position, so he hugged the little guy and slightly turned his body, but he heard a very painful groan.
"I'm hurt..."
The voice was light and soft, filled with grievance and suppressed crying.
Pei Zheng immediately stopped moving, not knowing what had happened, and asked softly and coaxingly, "Guaiguai, what's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
"Here... here... and here... it hurts..."
The little guy still had his eyes closed, as if talking in his sleep, and his little fingers unconsciously drew circles on Pei Zheng's body, thinking he was pointing at his own body.
Pei Zheng held his hand and took a deep breath. In the middle of the night, he held her in his arms, and flirted with her in a subtle way...
Suddenly, Pei Zheng found something wrong. He seemed to smell a hidden smell of blood. His heart sank and his fingers trembled as he reached under the quilt.
Sure enough, the little guy was injured. Although the wounds had been properly covered with medicine and bandaged, the whip wounds still made people feel cold to the touch.
While the little guy was still asleep, he got out of bed, lit a candle and placed it beside the bed, then lifted the quilt and gently lifted up his plain white shirt.
The originally fair and delicate skin was covered with blue and purple scars. The whip wounds were wrapped and could not be seen, but the little guy would groan in pain even in his sleep. How painful must that be
Pei Zheng's breathing gradually became disordered, and he understood what the injury was almost instantly.
When the little guy wanted to escape from him, he was locked up in the secret prison of the Prime Minister's Mansion, tied to the wooden frame with chains, and received scars from being whipped.
At that time, the little guy's health was extremely bad. He fainted several times and almost couldn't wake up. Pei Zheng also remembered what happened after that. He took the little guy to the street, and then Zhao Litang kidnapped him.
Memories of the past reappeared before his eyes, and the more Pei Zheng recalled them, the more painful it became.
If he still didn't know what love was like before, and only knew endless plunder and occupation, it would be fine. But now he has to be so kind to this little person.
He has the softest heart and the deepest love, but after seeing that all this pain and suffering were the result of his past mistakes, the overwhelming guilt and regret almost drowned him.
This kind of torture was much more unbearable than physical pain. Waves of pain spread up from the bottom of his heart. Pei Zheng covered his heart with one hand, supported himself on the edge of the bed, and gasped weakly. Even his fingertips felt a tingling sensation.
The faint candlelight flickered, illuminating the sleeping face of the beautiful little person. Her beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she would whisper "It hurts..." from time to time.
Pei Zheng wanted to reach out his hand to help him cover the quilt more tightly, but unfortunately his fingers were shaking so badly that he had to take a deep breath to suppress them so that his hands could steadily pull the corner of the quilt for him. After all these actions, the corners of Pei Zheng's eyes were red from endurance.
After blowing out the candle, Pei Zheng lay back on the bed, turned over, gently embraced the little guy through the quilt, then lowered his head and took a deep sniff at his neck.
I still remember that this silly little guy once told me that he was not afraid of pain and could endure it very well.
It is true. Even with such a serious injury, he could hold back and just groan occasionally. But the stronger and more sensible this little guy is, the more we feel sorry for him.
"I know you can endure pain very well, but..." Pei Zheng's voice was muffled, and the corners of his eyes became a little moist, "I don't want you to feel pain anymore..."
Pei Zheng didn't fall asleep the whole night. He faced the dim moonlight in the room and kept staring at the little man sleeping in his arms. At this time, the little man had already become resentful of him. Now, only when he fell asleep would he be so quietly held in his arms. When the little man woke up, who knew how sad and upset he would be.
Pei Zheng touched his hair. He felt even worse than the little guy now.
The sky gradually brightened and the little guy woke up.
He slowly opened his eyes, with a mist in his eyes. After seeing Pei Zheng in front of him, he stared at him without moving, as if he thought he was still asleep.
Pei Zheng saw those misty eyes filled with tears, then the long eyelashes trembled and tears rolled down.
"Brother Pei"
The little guy at that time hadn't called himself that for a long time.
Pei Zheng felt his heart aching at the sound of this call. Looking at his pale face, he wished he could tear out his tendons and bones so that he could share the pain with the little guy.
But the little guy quickly regained consciousness, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Pei Zheng changed. It was filled with fear, terror, and retreat, as well as some indescribable emotions, but none of them were what Pei Zheng wanted to see.
"Does it still hurt?" Pei Zheng reached out and gently stroked his hair, his eyes full of tenderness and love.
The little guy didn't say anything, but just shed tears silently. The wounds on his body were painful, but the wounds in his heart were the most fatal.
"Good boy, stop crying, okay?" Pei Zheng wiped his tears carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking the fragile baby. "When you cry, it hurts me.
It hurts so much, much more than any other injury I've ever had before..."
The little guy still cried silently.
"Someone," Pei Zheng said loudly, "Go to the palace to find Doctor Jiang."
When Jiang Yubai hurried over, he brought the medicine that Pei Zheng wanted.
This medicine has miraculous effects and can relieve pain after application, so it is extremely scarce. Even the Imperial Hospital has run out of it. Because Pei Zheng urgently needs it, Jiang Yubai bites the bullet and asks a concubine in the palace for some.
When he arrived at Pei Zheng's room, Jiang Yubai thought that Pei Zheng was injured and needed it. He thought that God had finally punished him, but he didn't expect that it was for the little prince.
"Your Highness has been injured again?" Jiang Yubai asked worriedly, "Your previous injuries haven't healed yet, how come you have new injuries?"
Pei Zheng ignored him after taking the medicine, and the little man lying on the bed looked like a broken porcelain doll, with empty eyes and no response.
"Master Pei?" Jiang Yubai called again.
"You go back first."
Pei Zheng only said this in a light tone, and Jiang Yubai was taken out by Chengfeng.
There were only two people left in the room. Pei Zheng sat down beside the bed and said in the softest tone, "Let me apply some medicine to you, okay? You won't feel any pain after taking this medicine."
He gently pulled a corner of the quilt and tried to lift it up, but the little man held the corner from below and prevented him from pulling it open.
“No… don’t… don’t…” the little guy said while shaking his head, and continued to shrink into the quilt, “It will hurt… it will hurt…”
Pei Zheng was hurt by his subconscious action. He was so scared and hiding from him, what should he do...
"It won't hurt, don't be afraid, it won't hurt."
Pei Zheng patiently calmed him down and tried to dispel his worries and fears, but the little guy did not relax at all.
Pei Zheng glanced sideways and saw the medicine bowl on the table next to him. He smashed the bowl directly, then used the sharp broken porcelain piece to cut his arm without hesitation, and blood flowed out instantly.
When the little guy saw the bright red blood, he was a little frightened. He looked at Pei Zheng in disbelief with a frown.
Pei Zheng finally saw some other expressions on his face, and could even see some worry in his eyes.
After wiping the blood away, Pei Zheng applied a small amount of ointment on the wound. The bleeding stopped immediately, the wound was no longer red, and the pain was greatly relieved.
"Look, it's not bleeding anymore, right? After applying it, the wound will heal faster and it won't hurt as much."
Pei Zheng saw that the little guy was staring at the wound on his arm, so he deliberately used the injured hand to pull him, and he really didn't resist so fiercely.
As if he was afraid of hurting Pei Zheng again.
Slowly pulling the little guy towards him, Pei Zheng untied the gauze that had been bandaged for him. After seeing the scar underneath, his breathing trembled a little. He applied the ointment gently with his fingers.
The little guy seemed to feel that it was not so painful after applying the ointment, so he lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Pei Zheng's wound.
He looked at it very seriously, without blinking.
When Pei Zheng applied the ointment to his collarbone, he saw the bite mark there. At this time, the bite mark had not yet been turned into a tattoo, and the red lotus had not yet bloomed there.
Pei Zheng rubbed it twice with his fingers somewhat nostalgic, and felt a dull pain in his heart. The bite marks must have been very painful at the time.
After everything was done, Pei Zheng looked at the little guy's still pale face and asked, "Are you hungry?"
The little guy hasn't eaten a single bite of food since he got up in the morning. When he was locked up in that secret cell, he probably couldn't eat much every day.
The little guy didn't say anything and didn't respond. He slowly shrank to the innermost part of the bed and sat there, curled up with his knees hugged, staring blankly at the quilt.
Seeing him like this, Pei Zheng couldn't bear to force him to speak anymore, so he directly ordered his servants to find the chef of Yipinxiang, prepare a feast in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and then bring the dishes to Pei Zheng's room one by one.
The aroma of the delicious food gradually spread in the room. The little guy was actually hungry, but when he smelled the fragrant aroma, he sniffed it barely enough.
Pei Zheng saw this and slowly sat down beside the bed, "Is it because I'm here that you don't want to eat or talk?"
The little guy didn't respond.
"Well... I'm leaving now. Just come down and eat something, okay? Don't starve."
Pei Zheng wanted to reach out and touch his head, but was afraid that he would not want to, so he restrained his action and said softly, "I'll bring Li Yu here and let him accompany you, okay?"
The little guy's expression finally relaxed, his eyes suddenly became moist, and he whispered, "Xiao Yuzi..."
The door was pushed open and the person who came was indeed Li Yu.
"Your Highness..."
Li Yu also shed tears and wanted to rush to the bed, but when she saw Pei Zheng right beside her, she did not dare to move.
"Take good care of him and let him eat more."
Pei Zheng left a few words and walked out of the room.
It was cold outside, with a strong winter wind.
Pei Zheng, who was never afraid of the cold, shivered.