The little man in the wooden barrel suddenly felt a chill coming from behind him. He blinked his eyes, but saw a black fog. He couldn't help but feel a little scared, and his fingers tightly grasped the edge of the barrel.
"Xiao Zhuzi, is that you?"
He thought it was the little soldier who served him, so he turned around to look, but it was pitch black behind him and he could only see a vague figure standing behind him.
But the man did not answer him.
The little guy didn't think much about it and turned around to continue soaking.
"Xiao Zhuzi, the light is out, aren't you going to light it up?"
The man continued not to answer.
"The water is a little cold..." the little man said softly.
The person behind him picked up the hot water bucket next to him and added some hot water into the big wooden barrel, and curling steam immediately rose up.
The little guy accidentally got his arm scalded by the splashing hot water, and quickly stretched his arm out of the bucket and blew into it in small sips.
“Huha, huha~huha”
The thin little arm, like a broken lotus root, was extremely eye-catching in the dark night. The bright section flashed by and then disappeared into the dark medicine bath tub.
After soaking for a long time, the little guy felt soft all over, as if his bones had been pulled out, and his head was a little dizzy from the aroma of the medicine.
"Xiao Zhuzi, have I been soaking for long enough? Can I come out now?"
The person standing behind him still did not answer. Instead, a pair of hands suddenly gathered all the black hair behind him and placed it on his left shoulder, and then a small handkerchief-like scarf was placed on his bare right shoulder.
"Xiao Zhuzi, what are you doing?"
—She reached into the barrel with a handkerchief, wet it with some black medicine, and then put it on his shoulder again. She rubbed it back and forth along his smooth and delicate skin, and also rubbed the exposed areas that were not soaked in the medicine.
"Oh, you went out just to get the handkerchief, right?" The hot medicine soup was poured on his slightly cold shoulders, and the little guy sighed comfortably.
“Ahhh.”
Then he suddenly started coughing again.
—An equally cool hand gently patted his back.
The little guy coughed for a long time before he calmed down with a breathless state. In addition to the bitterness of the medicine, he also coughed up some fishy and sweet taste in his mouth.
“It feels so uncomfortable…” Qi Changyi said, covering his chest. He now felt a bit stuffy in his chest and couldn’t breathe.
"Xiao Zhuzi, tell me, what's wrong with me? Why do I feel so uncomfortable every day..."
The handkerchief wiping across his shoulders paused.
"Brother Tang didn't tell me anything. I have to drink a lot of medicine every day, and now I have to take a medicinal bath. Am I, am I..."
The more Qi Changyi spoke, the lower his voice became. He couldn't say the rest of the words at all, and his eyes were red.
He didn't say anything else, and let the hands continue to pour the medicine on his shoulders with a towel.
After an unknown amount of time, the handkerchief suddenly stopped.
Qi Changyi soaked for a while before asking, "Xiao Zhuzi, I don't want to soak anymore. I feel dizzy. Can I come out now..."
There was no movement behind me.
Qi Changyi felt a little strange and turned around to look, but there was nothing behind him, no figure.
"This little Zhuzi, when did he leave? Why didn't he tell me..."
Qi Changyi stood up and wanted to get out of the wooden barrel, but as soon as he stood up, he felt dizzy, as if covered by a layer of blood-red mist, and he could not see anything clearly.
Holding on to the edge of the wooden barrel, Qi Changyi bent over and began to cough violently. A stream of blood suddenly rushed up into his throat. He finally couldn't hold on and fell into the barrel.
He didn't know how long he was unconscious this time, so long that he had another long dream. This dream was extremely real and clear. He could even hear Pei Zheng calling softly in his ear, "Your Highness, Your Highness..."
He half opened his eyes in a daze, and the world in front of him was still a blood-red world. Qi Changyi blinked hard, but the blood-red not only did not fade away, but became even thicker.
"Why is the sky... red..."
—A hand reached under the quilt and held his hand.
"woke up?"
Qi Changyi's body suddenly stiffened, and then he shuddered, and his breathing became a little fragmented.
He frantically tried to pull his hand free with all his strength, then threw back the quilt and tried to get out of bed, but he stumbled and fell to the ground powerlessly.
The palms of his hands and knees were bruised and burning with pain, but Qi Changyi seemed unaware of it. He lay on the ground and tried to stand up using his hands and feet. Unfortunately, he fell back heavily every time after trying several times.
He was already very weak after waking up, and after tossing and turning, it seemed as if all his strength had been drained away. He lay on the ground, gasping weakly, his whole body trembling with fear.
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Footsteps were heard, and they stopped beside the little guy, and then he was tightly embraced in a slightly cool embrace.
"Where are you going? Huh?" Pei Zheng's voice came from the beginning. You want to run away when you see me? Do you really think I won't break your legs?"
Qi Changyi was so weak that he didn't have the strength to struggle. He could only let Pei Zheng carry him back to the bed and lie down.
After not seeing him for such a long time, the little guy seemed to be thinner and felt so light in my arms.
"Zhao Litang took you away, and you became like this? I thought he was so capable, but he made you even more lifeless."
Pei Zheng's fingers gently slid across his face, finally stopping on his slightly thin and delicate chin.
"Ugh..." Qi Changyi cried out in pain, "It hurts... Brother Tang... treats me very well..."
"Treat you well? Just leave you here and go off to fight for the so-called justice?"
Pei Zheng forced him to look at her, but she just stared into his lifeless eyes without saying a word.
Those eyes shouldn't look so lifeless. How come the liveliness and vitality in them are completely gone
Pei Zheng finally noticed something was wrong and waved his hand in front of his eyes, but the little guy didn't react at all. Instead, some crystal tears seeped from the corners of his eyes.
"Look at me."
Qi Changyi moved his eyes, but didn't know where Pei Zheng was.
"I asked you to look at me!" Pei Zheng raised his voice.
Qi Changyi was frightened by his roar, tears rolling down her cheeks, "I... I can't see... It's so red... Like... Like blood..."
After saying this, the little guy suddenly started coughing, and his tears flowed even more violently. He hunched his body and sank deeply into the quilt. Then, suddenly, a large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth, all sprayed onto the quilt.
The bright red color deeply hurt Pei Zheng's eyes. In the past, the little guy's bleeding was only from external wounds, but now he was vomiting blood from inside his body. He couldn't help but think of what the little guy said during the medicinal bath last night.
I feel sick and uncomfortable, and I have to take a lot of medicine every day...
If he had not been so aroused that he could not continue listening, perhaps the little guy would not have fainted.
Pei Zheng became a little flustered, and reached out with trembling hands to hold the little guy in his arms.
"Ride the wind!"
Chengfeng hurried into the barracks.
"Go find that soldier who knows medical skills! Go!"
When Wu Quan arrived in a hurry, he did not bother to ask why His Highness was in Pei Zheng's barracks. He was frightened when he saw the large pool of blood on the **. He rushed over, grabbed Qi Changyi's arm and quickly felt his pulse.
"The pulse is extremely weak, and vital signs are gradually disappearing! What is going on!" Wu Quan was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hurriedly pulled open Qi Changyi's eyelids to observe.
"There's something wrong with your Highness's eyes. Is there something wrong with him?"
Pei Zheng held the little guy's other hand tightly. The small palm was wrapped in his palm, so soft and weak.
"He just said that his eyes were red and it seemed that he couldn't see anything."
Pei Zheng's voice was low and no emotion could be heard.
Wu Quan was stunned when he heard this, and was immediately furious.
"Master Pei! Ever since my general took the little prince in, he has been treating him well with all his heart. How come he became like this when he met you? The general has an important position and has to go to the battlefield to fight. Otherwise, the little prince would not have fallen into your hands!"
"What did you say?" Pei Zheng looked at Wu Quan with a murderous look. He was worried about the villain, but not everyone could bully him.
Wu Quan was a outspoken person, and now that Zhao Litang was not around, he just poured out everything that was in his mind.
"I am a humble man, I don't have your clever means and delicate mind, but I have done my best in the days I have been in contact with the little prince. I heard from the general that the little prince had a miserable life and grew up in the palace, a place where people are eaten. The prince is still so simple, kind and lovable. Anyone who sees him will feel heartbroken. How can you be so cruel!
"When the general rescued His Highness, did you know how badly His Highness's body had been treated? Lang said he would not live long, and there was no one in the world who could save him.
Your Highness’s people are actually in the palace. Your Highness finally escaped from there, but if he wants to survive, he has to go back…”
Wu Quan paused for a moment, "Your Highness's illness, after all, is actually the depression in your heart that is difficult to get rid of. It has been accumulated for a long time, coupled with some physical pain, and has become a stubborn disease..."
Before Wu Quan finished speaking, the little guy who had been nestling in Pei Zheng's arms with his eyes closed suddenly started coughing violently again. Pei Zheng realized that he seemed to be about to vomit blood again, and hurriedly took out a clean and soft white handkerchief from his sleeve and put it against his lips.
Sure enough, the little man spat out blood with a whoosh, staining the white handkerchief red. His face became even paler, and his lips, in addition to the red color stained by the blood, also had a little black.
It's clearly a sign of poison!
Pei Zheng suddenly looked up at Wu Quan. Wu Quan also noticed this and hurriedly took Qi Changyi's pulse again.
"Yes, there is some weak toxin in the body! The medicinal bath, it should be through the medicinal bath that the toxin entered the body. It seems that His Highness' blindness is also related to the toxin! Fortunately, the medicine was only used for soaking and not drunk, otherwise it would only make the poison worse."
Wu Quan frowned tightly, "But, I personally went to the city to buy these herbs, and I watched them all boiled. Who could have the chance to poison them?"
Pei Zheng narrowed his eyes, "There is one more person."