The maid picked up the debris on the floor and left quietly.
**The little guy's eyes were still tightly closed, with no sign of waking up.
Pei Zheng sat on the edge of the bed, lifted up the little guy's upper body, held him in his arms, bent down and gently kissed his pale lips.
Pure, fragile, beautiful, lifeless...
Is it because he is too weak to wake up, or does he simply not want to wake up
Why hasn’t Chengfeng asked the imperial physician to come back for so long
Holding those soft little hands, which were frighteningly hot, I squeezed their slender fingers between my fingers and clasped them gently.
She stroked his hair and coaxed him in a low voice, "Baby, why aren't you awake yet? Did I hurt you last night?"
"But you obviously like it very much."
"I don't know whose personality and temper you inherited from. Even the emperor always listens to my advice. How come you have become so disobedient
"Don't you always want to go to the city to play again? When you wake up, I will take you there. Are you still refusing to open your eyes?"
"Don't you have feelings for me? Can that love outweigh the hatred? You don't know what price I paid for the emperor to hand you over to me, so I will not let you go. How could I let you go?"
“I didn’t even spare myself.
When Jiang Yubai stepped into the small building, Pei Zheng was sitting beside him, naked and covered with a quilt, unconscious.
After not seeing each other for a few days, I thought their relationship had eased, but unexpectedly, Chengfeng rushed into the Imperial Hospital and forcibly dragged him away.
Jiang Yubai didn't know what was going on. He saluted Pei Zheng and then walked to the bed to check.
His body was burning hot, his cheeks were red, and even his breathing was light and shallow.
Maybe I caught a cold. The weather has been a bit cold recently.
He lifted up the fair and delicate wrist and placed two fingers on it to feel the pulse.
Jiang Yubai's face turned increasingly pale, his pulse was so weak and irregular, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
Hidden in the lotus-like white arm was a small red mark, like a kiss mark caused by strong suction.
He pushed his sleeves up further, revealing more bruises and kiss marks.
Jiang Yubai took a deep breath and gently pulled open the collar of the little guy. The originally smooth and tender little body was covered with traces of love, mottled and scary, from the neck to the
The wound extended to various places, especially to the collarbone, and the scars formed into neat circles, like teeth marks.
Jiang Yubai closed his collar, covered himself with the quilt, stood up, and walked straight to Pei Zheng.
With a crisp "pa" sound, Pei Zheng's head tilted to the side. He was not angry, but instead curled the corners of his lips.
"Pei Zheng! You know what beastly things you have done. Your Highness is still young and has never experienced love, how could he bear your torture! Now Your Highness has a high fever and it is also because of you!"
Jiang Yubai was so angry that he was shaking all over. The little prince had never lived a peaceful life since he lost the protection of the imperial concubine. He thought that it would be a small matter for Pei Zheng to protect him, but he didn't expect that it was Pei Zheng who hurt the prince the most.
"Doctor Jiang, why are you so angry? You can even save dying people, so this little thing is nothing to you."
Pei Zheng touched the corner of his lips and smiled calmly.
Seeing that he didn't care about the little guy's life or death at all, Jiang Yubai gritted his teeth and was about to slap him again.
Pei Zheng looked at him without moving, and Chengfeng flashed over to take the palm strike for Pei Zheng.
Pei Zheng brushed Cheng Feng aside and said, "You are too nosy."
Jiang Yubai withdrew his hand and took a few deep breaths. "If I had known you would be like this, I should not have saved you. It would have been better for you to die in that dirty and smelly grave than to be so inhumane and disregard human life now!"
Pei Zheng stood up and said, "If you hadn't saved my life, do you think I would have allowed you to live until now?"
Jiang Yubai clenched his palms.
"Pei Zheng! Are you still a human being? Do you still have a heart? If you treat him a little better, he will stay by your side regardless of anything else and obey you in everything. Even if he is mentally handicapped, he is still an extremely noble prince. What are you dissatisfied with? What else do you want? Now his pulse is extremely unstable. He must have been stimulated by something. He is in great pain but does not want to wake up. Sooner or later, you will grind him to dust. I wonder if you can continue to be so cold and hard!"
Pei Zheng glanced at the frail little figure, who looked so pale and fragile that he seemed like he would disappear in the next moment. He turned and walked to the door without looking back.
"Then cure him for me."
After saying that, he walked away.
Jiang Yubai's clenched fist loosened instantly.
Chengfeng called the maid and took down the medicine prescribed by Jiang Yubai to boil.
Jiang Yubai sat on the edge of the bed, holding the ointment that could repair scars in his hand, but he didn't know how to start.
The person under the quilt was at the mercy of others and couldn't refuse, but since it involved unspeakable things, it was inappropriate for him to apply the medicine.
After much thought, it turns out that Pei Zheng is the most suitable person to do this.
The medicine was ready and the maid brought it in. Jiang Yubai sat down beside the bed and helped the person up, holding the medicine bowl to his lips.
He couldn't drink it, and the bitter black liquid flowed down his chin into his robe.
Jiang Yubai was a little anxious, "Your Highness, how can your body get better if you don't take the medicine? Drink it quickly."
The little man's throat was still motionless. If it weren't for the faint breathing, one would almost think it was just a shell.
All the medicine spilled out and not a single drop was fed in. Jiang Yubai had no choice but to order people to boil the medicine again.
Bowl after bowl of medicine was brought to me, but I was afraid that after drinking it, I only drank a few drops, which had no effect at all.
—Qi Changyi worked until dark, and his body was still burning hot. Not only was his face red, but even his neck and body turned pink.
Jiang Yubai has been guarding the bedside and has tried every possible method, but he just can't get the medicine into his body. If the fever continues like this, he may never wake up.
Fortunately, when it got dark, Pei Zheng finally came back from outside and came to the small building.
Seeing that the ** person had not yet woken up, Pei Zheng's face became terribly gloomy.
"Doctor Jiang's medical skills have regressed drastically. If he can't even do such a small thing, he doesn't need to stay in the Imperial Hospital anymore."
Jiang Yubai was immediately furious, "You said it so lightly, but you blamed me with just a few words? I don't know who is the cruel culprit!"
At this time, the maid came in with another dose of medicine and stood by the bed with it.
Jiang Yubai snatched the medicine bowl and stuffed it into Pei Zheng's hand.
"If you have a way, just feed this bowl of medicine to His Highness completely, without spilling a single drop. Move quickly, we have delayed too long, His Highness' body will not be able to bear it any longer."
Pei Zheng looked at the bitter black medicine in his hand.
Feed medicine
He walked to the bed and sat down, lifted the quilt and pulled the person up to lean against his chest. The front of his plain white robe was already stained with many black stains.
Pei Zheng raised his hand and brought the medicine bowl to his lips. He drank half a bowl and held it in his mouth. He pinched the little guy's cheeks and pressed his thin lips against his.
He had fed medicine like this before, but the little guy thought it was bitter and didn't want to swallow it. But as long as Pei Zheng gave him a look, he wouldn't dare to struggle and had to swallow all the medicine.
But now the unconscious person was obviously no longer so obedient. After the medicine was passed to him, that little throat closed tightly and refused to open no matter how hard the tongue tip scraped it, and the medicine overflowed from the lips of the two people.
Jiang Yubai coughed lightly and looked away awkwardly, only to find that the little maid standing next to him had a blank expression on her face, as if she couldn't see the intimate behavior between the two.
This cautious person is more clever than the servants in the palace.
Pei Zheng straightened up slightly, took a deep breath and practiced his internal energy, then lowered himself down again.
The true energy mixed with the medicine broke open the tightly closed throat and poured directly into the little man's stomach.
Pei Zheng fed him all the remaining medicine, and only a few drops leaked out at the beginning.
After the little man drank the medicine, he coughed violently a few times and frowned slightly.
Jiang Yubai quickly pushed Pei Zheng away and hurried forward to take his pulse.
There was some medicine juice on his chin, which was about to flow down along the neck. Pei Zheng stretched out the back of his hand to wipe it off. The medicine was indeed very bitter, and his mouth was also bitter.
Jiang Yubai breathed a sigh of relief. The true energy that Pei Zheng had just forced into him actually took effect. The heat in the little guy's body was slowly dissipating, and his pulse was gradually returning to normal.
"Here, this ointment, I'll give it to you." Jiang Yubai stuffed a box into Pei Zheng's hand.
"I used the best medicinal herbs from foreign tribes to make this. Although Your Highness is not prone to scarring, applying some of this will definitely help your scars heal faster. Remember, all of it must be
I mean, every scar, I want to paint it. "
Pei Zheng held the box and raised his eyes, "Do you want the inside too?"
“Yes, yes, yes! How many times do I have to say it before you understand? You’re bleeding. Do you know how painful it is to be torn apart like that?!”
Jiang Yubai was furious and was about to go out with his medicine box, but stopped because he was a little worried.
"Pei Zheng, although I regret saving you, I am a doctor with a kind heart. I will save you again if it happens again. I don't expect you to be grateful to me, but Concubine Ning has also been indebted to me. I am different from you. I will repay a drop of kindness with a spring, let alone the grace of saving my life. Your Highness, I am doing my best to take care of him. I just hope that you can be nicer to him and at least don't push him to the brink of death, okay?"
Jiang Yubai stood at the door for a long time, but still couldn't get a response from Pei Zheng. He closed his eyes and walked away.
It was very quiet inside the small building. The moonlight outside had already circled around the branches. The weather had turned colder, and the night wind blew into the house, making it icy cold inside.
Pei Zheng closed the door with his palm, sat on the bed, stripped the naked man's clothes under the quilt, dipped his fingers in the cool ointment and applied it carefully, evenly all over the body, including some unspeakably warm places.
His thoughts were racing, making it difficult for him to breathe.
I just sat there quietly all night.
The next day, Pei Zheng walked out of the back garden, his eyes bloodshot, and changed into his official robe to go to court.
Cheng Feng followed behind him worriedly, "Master, did you not get enough rest last night? Don't worry too much. Imperial Doctor Jiang said that His Highness is just a little weak and will wake up soon..."
—He turned around and grabbed Chengfeng's throat with one hand. Pei Zheng moved forward and stared at him, the bloodshot in his eyes was terrifying.
"So talkative? When have I ever worried about anything? I can control all the major events in the world. What do I need to worry about?"
Cheng Feng lowered his eyes, "Yes."
Pei Zheng let go of his hand, turned around and got on the sedan chair.
After a long time, there was finally a noise coming from the small building in the back garden. The unconscious little man opened his eyes, and after regaining consciousness, he was immediately overwhelmed by the great sadness and pain, and could not stand up. He huddled up with his hands covering his chest.
Qi Changyi had a very long dream. In the dream, his mother questioned him, why he didn't leave Pei Zheng, why he didn't hate Pei Zheng, why he was still with him, and why he didn't die of heartache.
He was so heartbroken that he wanted to die. He didn't want to wake up, but there was a force grabbing every joint in his body, pushing and pulling him, ordering him to wake up quickly and face the cruel reality.
Qi Changyi shook his body and propped himself up to sit up. The pain under his body made him suffocate all over. Confused memories flooded over him and tears welled up in his eyes.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry mother, I didn't mean it, can you forgive me...
Qi Changyi's legs were so sore and weak that he fell heavily onto the table before he could take a few steps. The teacup fell to the ground and pierced his bare feet.
He lay on the ground for a long time without catching his breath. He moved his body, forced himself to stand up, and walked out the door, leaving bloody footprints with every step.
There was no one in the entire huge back garden, and no one dared to step in here without Pei Zheng's order.
Qi Changyi walked out alone with light steps and walked out of the back garden gate.
The servant who was sweeping the floor saw the little man with a face as pale as paper, his bare feet, and a row of red footprints behind him, and was so frightened that his breathing stopped.
The little maid whose feet were chopped off is still imprisoned in the secret cell of the mansion, and no one knows whether she is dead or alive.
The servant hurriedly called the consul's old butler, who ordered someone to quickly fetch His Highness's shoes, and several people knelt on the ground.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, please stop moving and put your shoes back on first. Please spare our lives!"
"Your Highness, you are still weak, and the ground is cold. Don't make your condition worse. When the master comes back, we will all be sentenced to death, but we will not be able to escape punishment alive!"
"Your Highness, Your Highness..."
Qi Changyi seemed not to hear the shouts of the others and continued walking towards the gate. When he got tired after a few steps, he would stop to catch his breath, then pick up his pace and continue walking.
It seemed as if he had some obsession in his heart, and he had to walk out of the mansion to relax. Although he was so weak that he could collapse in the next moment, he still stepped out of the high threshold of the Prime Minister's Mansion step by step.
The servants followed behind with their heads bowed, not daring to pull or touch anything for fear of causing any harm.
Qi Changyi stood outside the gate, wearing thin clothes and looking pale. The wound on his foot was bloodied by the gravel. The cold wind blew and he was shaky, but his expression was obviously relaxed.
He doesn't know much, but once he has decided on something, he will stick to it to the end. It was like this for the past few years when he was happy with Pei Zheng, and it is also like this now, as his warm heart is slowly turning cold.
The most noble sedan chair appeared on the street not far away and slowly moved towards the mansion.
Qi Changyi was still standing in the wind, shivering from the cold.
The backs of the servants following behind suddenly became wet with cold sweat.
It’s the master who has returned from court.