Qi Changyi grew up in the palace since he was a child. He had never seen so many different kinds of people, nor had he seen such a new thing that could spit fire. He was so excited that stars appeared in his eyes.
"Wow, that's amazing!" He clapped and cheered with the crowd, "One more! One more!"
The tall man next to him suddenly lowered his head and said something in his ear. Qi Changyi's eyes lit up and he let him pull him out of the crowd.
Pei Zheng also squeezed out of the crowd and watched two people, one big and one small, walking towards a stall.
The man handed Qi Changyi a candied haws wrapped in red sugar. The little guy took it carefully, looking at it from left to right as if it was a treasure.
"Eat." The man said softly.
Qi Changyi said "hmm" excitedly, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, wanting to lick the red sauce coating that looked so sweet.
But before the tip of his tongue touched the candied haws, a gust of wind came from somewhere and struck his palm from mid-air, breaking the candied haws into pieces and scattering into the air.
The tall man put his arm around Qi Changyi's shoulders and leaned sideways, blocking all the flying debris, without any of it touching Qi Changyi.
However, Qi Changyi, who was hit on the palm, had cold sweat on his forehead. The man lifted up his palm and saw that the wooden stick used to pierce the candied haws had cracked and scratched his tender white palm, and some small wood chips had pierced into his palm.
Blood kept flowing from between the white fingers, dripping onto the ground with a "patter", which was shocking to the sight.
The man saw that Qi Changyi was clearly in great pain, his little body trembling constantly, but he bit his lips tightly and didn't make any sound.
When they looked up again, there was a figure standing in front of them. He was tall, graceful, and had an unusually handsome face, but his eyes were extremely cold and dark.
"come over."
Pei Zheng's voice was so cold that it could freeze someone to death, and he looked at Qi Changyi and spoke in an imperative tone.
When Qi Changyi heard the familiar voice, he paused. After seeing Pei Zheng standing in front of him, his eyes immediately turned red. His hand hurt so much that it felt like it was about to break.
Just as he was about to walk over obediently, the tall man tightened his grip and hugged Qi Changyi to prevent him from passing.
"Who is this?" the man asked with his head down.
Qi Changyi replied in a low voice, "Amul, this is Brother Pei. He is the Prime Minister. He is very powerful."
The man named Amul smiled with his mouth curled up, "Powerful? Not necessarily. He even lost you, so how powerful is he? If you follow me, I will never let you be kidnapped by bad guys."
Although he said this while looking at Qi Changyi, every word he said was a mockery of Pei Zheng.
Although Amul was wearing Chinese clothes and was taller than most Chinese people, he looked about the same height as Pei Zheng, but his bones were much stronger, his face was rough and sharp, his eye sockets were deeper, and he had a primitive and wild beauty.
It just so happened that the barbarians were good at using strange fragrances, so it seemed that he was the one who kidnapped Qi Changyi from Young Master Wang.
But in Pei Zheng's eyes, the barbarians were just savage and uncivilized rough people. The broad palm of this rough man was still on Qi Changyi's thin little shoulders, and he was afraid that he could flatten him with a little force.
"Amule, a barbarian? Could it be that you followed the barbarian envoys to come to our dynasty for peace talks?" Pei Zheng took two steps closer and asked.
"Exactly."
"Then do you know the identity of the person next to you? How dare you take him away without permission?" Pei Zheng's tone was light, but it made people feel uneasy.
Amul suddenly laughed out loud, "Master Pei, please don't be angry. Don't blame me for this crime. I was just entrusted by someone. You are here to ask for the person, so I will return him to you. But you were too cruel just now. Look at this delicate little palm, it's bleeding. Tsk, tsk, tsk, how painful it must be."
Pei Zheng then noticed that Qi Changyi's face looked strange and his lips were pale. When he saw Qi Changyi about to eat the string of candied haws of unknown origin, he lost control of his strength in a hurry.
Amul smiled and patted Qi Changyi's shoulder, and said to him teasingly, "Little guy, go find your brother Pei. Be careful and don't let him hurt you like this again. See you next time."
Qi Changyi looked at him again, walked towards Pei Zheng, and turned back to wave to Amul on the way.
Pei Zheng became even more angry when he saw his reluctant look on his face. It had only been a short time since they met but he was already so attached to her. It seemed that he had been too nice to her recently, making her even more daring and presumptuous, and he even dared to make friends with the barbarians privately.
When the little man came to his side, he hid his injured hand behind his back.
Pei Zheng raised his eyelids and looked at him coldly, then turned and left, "Follow me."
After saying that, he walked away with big strides. Qi Changyi quickly followed behind him, walking through the layers of playful crowds, with his head down and in silence.
Amul stood there and watched the two people walking away one after another. The little guy was like an exquisite doll, allowing Pei Zheng to squeeze and knead him into shapes.
But one has to admit that the little guy who has been raised by Pei Zheng for such a long time is more attractive than a girl. He has a seductive appearance but maintains the purest heart. He is soft and well-behaved, like a simple little white rabbit. While arousing people's desire to protect him, people also want to bully him severely. Seeing his red eyes but unable to struggle...
The southwestern border, where the people are known for their rough customs, has never seen such a wonderful person.
Amul looked at it and took a deep breath to calm himself down. A figure walked out from the dark alley next to him. He was wearing a plain white embroidered robe and had a cold expression.
"Fourth Prince, why were you unwilling to face Pei Zheng just now? Could it be that the two of you have some unspeakable secret?"
Qi Changfeng glanced at him and said, "Emissary Amul, I was only ordered to entertain you in advance on behalf of my father. The marriage with your barbarian tribe was originally proposed by Pei Zheng. It is not good to talk about your great hero behind his back."
Amul shrugged indifferently, "I'm just curious. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but you just asked me to save that little fool, but you didn't want to do it yourself. I think you two look a bit similar..."
Qi Changfeng interrupted him, "He is my half-brother."
Amul was obviously a little surprised, "But you two look very different, and you don't seem to have a very close relationship..."
Seeing that Qi Changfeng's face was becoming more and more ugly, Amul quickly shut his mouth.
"I think we should stop here today. I will take the envoy back to rest and prepare to go to the palace to meet the emperor tomorrow."
Amul thought that these Chinese people were really meticulous. They planned everything in secret and were unwilling to say anything. They were very different from the simple and honest barbarians.
At this time, Pei Zheng, who was the most meticulous, had a gloomy face as if he was about to stir up a storm. He turned into an empty alley, turned around, and pushed the little man following him against the rough wall.