The sedan chair stopped at the gate of the mansion. The person in the sedan chair got off and stood at the wind outlet.
"Why did you run out?"
Pei Zheng saw Qi Changyi's bare feet and the faint red footprints behind him.
He bent down, picked the person up, and wrapped him in his robe.
Qi Changyi had used up all his strength by the time he reached the door. After being blown by the cold wind for a while, his body suddenly became hot again, and he felt warm and soft all over.
Pei Zheng carried the person into the room and saw a row of servants kneeling in an orderly manner. He glanced at them and said, "Take them all away."
A dozen people in black clothes grabbed them and tried to drag them away.
—A small hand gently pulled the black sleeve and shook the head weakly.
Pei Zheng lowered his head to look at the person in his arms. He could easily pull that hand off if he just tugged on his sleeve slightly, but he just let him hold it without moving.
Everyone in the courtyard stopped what they were doing, wondering whether they should drag these slaves away.
"That's all."
Pei Zheng suddenly said, and then walked towards the back garden.
The servants collapsed to the ground only after Pei Zheng left.
Your Excellency has never been so magnanimous before, and now he is even more elusive.
Returning to the small building again, after Pei Zheng put the man back in bed, Qi Changyi held his sleeve tightly and did not let go, moving his lips as if saying something.
Pei Zheng's hand was still pinned under him, and he leaned down close to his lips.
“No… I don’t want to come back… I want to… leave… here”
The gentle tone made Pei Zheng feel angry.
He pulled his hand back suddenly, causing the little guy to tilt to the side.
Pei Zheng pinched his cheek with one hand, using some force, his eyes cold.
With a wave of his hand, he tore the clothes and carried the person to the table.
Qi Changyi was shaking with pain. His fingers grabbed the broken pieces of teacup on the table, and his delicate palm was cut immediately.
Pei Zheng pressed his palm on the edge of the table, and suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Qi Changyi held a piece of debris in his hand, blood dripping down his arm. The fragment was against Pei Zheng's neck. As long as he moved forward one more time, he would be able to cut the beating pulse there.
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Pei Zheng kept moving and deliberately pushed towards the fragments. "Want to kill me?"
Qi Changyi couldn't stop crying, and his hands holding the fragments kept shaking, and the fragments almost slipped from his hands several times.
He cried incoherently, "I, I don't want to... please... stop, stop... I just... just want to... go back... back to the palace..."
Pei Zheng moved closer, and the fragment cut the skin on his neck, and blood oozed out, bright red and enchanting.
His voice was surprisingly low and gentle. "Kill me, kill me and you can go back. No one will dare to blame you. I am the only son of the Pei family.
I can avenge your mother."
Qi Changyi kept shaking his head, "No... Don't..."
Pei Zheng held his hand and cut deeper into his neck, "Don't you dare? Can I help you?"
Qi Changyi's hand was mixed with the blood of the two people. He pulled his hand back with all his strength. He was frightened by Pei Zheng's madness and cried in a state of confusion. Pei Zheng was so cold that he wanted to smash the person under him, without caring about the strength at all.
After a long time, he pulled away.
The person half lying on the table had no strength to support himself and slid off the table to the ground. The floor was cold and he shivered uncontrollably.
Qi Changyi's tears could no longer flow. He huddled up in agony, his stomach rumbling and he dry-heaved twice.
The hard fragment was still in his hand. He stared at it with his head tilted to the side, then suddenly raised it up and stabbed it into his neck.
Pei Zheng, who had put on his clothes, saw the actions of the little man lying on the ground, walked up quickly, kicked the fragments of his hand away, and then bent down.
The slender fingers wiped the blood from his neck and smeared it on the little guy's pale lips, and the little face suddenly became lively and attractive.
"Want to die? Without my permission, you can't even die."
Pei Zheng stood up and covered the little man with the robe in his hand.
"Someone come."
Chengfeng and two guards flashed into the door.
Pei Zheng turned and walked out of the small building with a cold tone.
"Take him away."
There is a secret prison in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, which is cold, damp and dark.
The person tied to the rack had her head pulled up and her messy hair covered her beautiful face.
"How long have you been unconscious?"
"Almost two days."
"Last time, there was a person who had been unconscious for three days and had no movement. When we took a closer look, guess what happened?"
"What?"
"Dead! His body is completely cold. He's been hanging there for three days!"
"Well, then this won't also..."
—He hurriedly covered his companion’s mouth with both hands, “Don’t talk nonsense! This man was brought in by Guard Feng himself, and we have to take good care of him. If he dies here, we won’t even have a chance to live!”
The other person nodded hurriedly, "Then I'll go over and take a look."
He tiptoed to the rack and lifted up a strand of hair. The two jailers gasped.
It was so beautiful. They had never seen such a beautiful face before.
But the beauty looked lifeless, without any sense of life at all.
Patting the pale cheek, "Hey, hey, wake up, wake up!"
There was no movement at all.
The two jailers became a little flustered and slowly put their fingers under the little man's nose to probe.
Fortunately, there was breathing, but it was so weak that it was about to disappear.
A clear gong sounded from the long and narrow corridor outside, and it was time for the daily torture.
Rustling noises began to be heard in various prisons, and soon, the sound of whipping could be heard, accompanied by sharp cries and howls.
The torture here does not necessarily mean to ask questions, it is just a simple punishment. Whipping day after day will wear down the person's will, and then the person will obey the orders of the adults.
The two jailers looked at each other, not knowing whether they should torture the tied man. For Chengfeng's sake, they had already taken the initiative to suspend his flogging for two days. Today, he might not be able to escape again.
He pulled out the long whip hanging on the wall. The whip was extremely hard, yet flexible like a water snake. If it hit someone's body, their skin would be torn into pieces immediately.
Just as the two men stood aside and began to hesitate, the prison door was suddenly opened.
A tall figure walked in against the light, with a stern face and sinister eyes. Half of his face was hidden in the darkness of the prison, revealing only a small section of his noble and cold chin.
The two jailers knelt on the ground hurriedly, holding whips, "Sir..."
Pei Zheng walked to the stool facing the shelf and sat down with a gloomy look on his face.
The little fool in front of me was actually born with a proud character, even more so than the Fourth Prince. How come I didn't notice it before? It seemed that he hid it too well, and all he showed in front of me was a well-behaved and pitiful look.
"Wake him up." Pei Zheng ordered.
The two jailers panicked and hurriedly fetched a basin of cold water, then poured some on the face of the man on the shelf. Their movements were too gentle and the little man still didn't react at all.
"waste."
These two words frightened the little guy so much that the two jailers poured cold water directly on him.
"Yeah..."
Qi Changyi felt chilled to the bone. He woke up trembling, with mist all over his eyes.
My arms had been tied up with the cold and hard chains for so long that I didn't feel any pain anymore. I just felt numb and had lost all feeling.
After seeing Pei Zheng clearly in front of him, Qi Changyi's eyes suddenly became much clearer, and his fear and avoidance were revealed in his eyes without reservation.
Pei Zheng walked up to him and pinched his chin, "Do you still want to die?"
The little guy just kept shivering, shaking, looking painful, and saying nothing.
"Maybe I should ask it another way. Do you still want to escape? Do you hate me? Do you still want to kill me?"
The two jailers couldn't help but break out in cold sweats when they heard these words.
Pei Zheng loosened his fingers, returned to his seat and sat back down on the stool. He opened his lips and said, "Torture me."
The two jailers took orders and swung their long whips at the little man's body. The skin and flesh tore apart with each whip, and his clothes were stuck to his skin, flesh, bones and blood. He was in so much pain that he almost fainted.
past.
After being whipped a few times, the little guy was already covered in cold sweat, but his clothes were already wet, so it was not visible.
Pei Zheng raised his hand and the whip sound stopped.
Qi Changyi lowered his eyes, his hair all stuck to his neck, and he breathed softly.
Pei Zhengrong let him catch his breath for a while, then said, "Bring the person up."
A familiar figure flashed in from the cell door and was thrown at Pei Zheng's feet. Pei Zheng raised his foot and pressed it on his back.
"This little servant is so loyal to you, yet he actually tried to sneak out of the palace."
Li Yu raised his head and saw the person half-hanging on the rack. Tears immediately flowed out of his eyes. "Your Highness, are you okay..."
Qi Changyi finally moved, raised his chin slightly, and smiled at Li Yu with all his strength, "Little Yu..."
Li Yu hugged Pei Zheng's feet and cried, "Master Pei, please forgive His Highness. If anything happens, just blame me. I am willing to take the punishment for His Highness."
"What a deep love between master and servant." Pei Zheng gave a sinister smile, "But he failed in his attempt to assassinate me. This crime is probably enough to get you killed several times."
Li Yu was stunned. Assassinate him? How is it possible! His Highness loves Master Pei so much, how could he want to kill Master Pei!
Pei Zheng kicked Li Yu aside, gave him a look, and he was dragged out again.
Walking to the shelf, the smell of blood swirled into my nose. The beauty in front of me looked thin and fragile with only a little blood left, and my chest was filled with excitement.
I haven't seen him for two days. I can't concentrate on anything I do. Even when I'm in court, my mind is wandering.
This feeling of being out of control is so terrible!
She brushed aside the sweaty hair, wiped the cold sweat from the little guy's forehead, and bent down to bite his earlobe.
"Be obedient, and I won't care about anything. Just stay by my side, okay?"
Qi Changyi sniffed his tears hard, breathing weakly, "I... don't... don't..."
Feeling cold to the bone, Pei Zheng gave a sinister smile and stared at Qi Changyi as he gave orders.
"Get out, both of you."