A small building in the back garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The moon and stars are high in the sky, and a cold wind is blowing outside the door.
The little guy lay quietly on the bed, his eyes half open, but he looked like he was asleep, his gaze was unfocused.
All the blood on his body had been cleaned up, the wound on his forehead had stopped bleeding and been bandaged, the fire in the small building was burning brightly, and his body had become warm.
However, he still looked cold and without any warmth at all.
Pei Zheng held a handkerchief in his hand, wet it with hot water, and gently wiped his face, one stroke at a time, with great patience.
There was a sudden knock on the door. Chengfeng pushed the door open and whispered something into Pei Zheng's ear.
Pei Zheng waved his hand to let him go, then continued to wipe the little guy's face, carefully wiped his hands, and then threw the handkerchief aside.
"Does your forehead still hurt?" Pei Zheng asked in a low voice.
Qi Changyi didn't look at him, nor did he answer, as if he didn't hear it.
Pei Zheng was not angry and helped him sit up.
"Are you sleepy? If not, I'll take you to see someone."
Qi Changyi sat there with his head slightly lowered, without responding.
Pei Zheng directly pulled the cloak over, wrapped him up, then half-hugged him and walked out of the building.
—When they arrived at the secret cell in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qi Changyi was finally moved when he looked at this familiar place, and he shrank uncomfortably.
Pei Zheng noticed it, hugged him tighter, and lowered his head to comfort him in his ear.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to lock you up."
The two walked in. The long corridor was pitch black with only a few scattered lights. They had to walk inside to barely see the whole picture.
Chengfeng was standing in front of a cell. When he saw the two of them, he opened the door of the cell and followed them in.
The fire was lit, and Qi Changyi squinted his eyes slightly, but other than that he had no reaction.
Even when he saw the gangster leader tied to the rack who attempted to humiliate him, his eyes did not change at all, and were still gray and out of focus.
Seeing him like this, Pei Zheng thought he was just frightened, so he carried him to a chair nearby and let the little guy sit on his lap.
Chengfeng took a whip with an iron hook, first poured a bucket of water on the unconscious person to wake him up, and then waited for Pei Zheng's decision.
The gangster leader's body was covered with whip marks, and the bloody holes on his legs were still oozing blood. He had already gone crazy from the pain and fright, and when he woke up, he begged for mercy in a hoarse voice.
Pei Zheng gave a look, then swung a whip at Chengfeng, causing flesh and blood to fly everywhere.
"Do you know who you met today?" Pei Zheng sneered as he played with the little hand of the little man.
"Ah... I am blind, I really, really don't know!"
"Don't know?" Pei Zheng finally looked up at him, "Then I'll beat you until you know."
The sound of whip cracking was heard, and wailing was endless. After a few hits from the whip with a hook, there would be few good pieces of flesh left on the body, and the blood would flow uncontrollably.
The gangster leader was about to lose consciousness from the pain, but suddenly he shuddered all over, as if he remembered something.
"He, he said... he seemed to be... the emperor..."
The gangster leader suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the opposite side in disbelief.
Unfortunately, before he could utter the last word, Chengfeng hit him back with a whip. Then he closed his eyes and his body went limp and was pulled down. It seemed that he had stopped breathing.
Pei Zheng covered the little guy's eyes at the right time, turned his body over, then put down his hands, pinched his chin and made him look at himself.
Those once lively and pretty eyes were now lifeless, and there was no emotion as they looked at him.
"Did he bully you? Huh?"
The little guy stared at Pei Zheng blankly without saying a word.
"Don't be afraid, I've caught him. Look, he's tied up there. He won't hurt you anymore, okay?"
The little man blinked twice, but still didn't respond.
Pei Zheng rubbed his back, picked him up and walked out of the cell door.
How much psychological trauma did tonight's events leave on him that turned him into what he is now
Back in the small building, the warmth in the room softened Qi Changyi's cold body.
Pei Zheng put him back on the bed and wanted to leave to let him have a good rest, but when he bent down and smelled the unique lingering fragrance on his body, he paused and then lay down on the bed.
After lying down close to the little man, I could clearly feel his softness immediately disappear and be replaced by a hard shell.
Qi Changyi buried his head in the quilt, lying face down, looking unwilling to contact the outside world.
Pei Zheng reached out and wanted to hold him in his arms, but the little guy turned his body inward and avoided his arms.
Pei Zheng's face changed, but he still suppressed his displeasure and forcibly pulled the little guy into his arms. Only then did he realize that his little face was covered with tears, and he bit his lips tightly and refused to
Make a crying sound.
She wiped his tears with her fingers and wanted to move closer to kiss him, but the little guy dodged her again. This time she struggled even harder and pushed Pei Zheng's chest hard.
Pei Zheng also tried hard not to let go and lowered his head to his lips.
He didn't let the man go until he tasted blood.
There is a crisp sound of "pop".
Qi Changyi's eyes were red, his hands were shaking, and his lips were bitten.
He actually slapped Pei Zheng.
Pei Zheng was caught off guard and his head tilted slightly, leaving a small palm print on his face.
He touched the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue and suddenly smiled grimly.
No one has ever slapped me in the face, not even my inhumane father.
The person in front of me is the first one.
"You dare to hit me?"
Pei Zheng pinched the thin wrist, "Am I too indulgent towards you? Hmm? There should be a limit to your temper!"
Qi Changyi felt pain in his wrist and frowned slightly, but still refused to make a sound.
He was so sad that he couldn't even muster any strength.
He just wants to sleep now. When he wakes up, he will find that all this is just a nightmare.
Seeing his indifferent attitude, Pei Zheng raised his hand without any hesitation, "Speak."
Qi Changyi didn't move and remained silent for a long while.
Pei Zheng's voice got louder. "What? You won't even talk to me? Now that you know I'm going to marry someone else, are you trying to draw a line between you and me again?"
Hearing this, Qi Changyi felt a pang of pain in his heart.
Pei Zheng looked at his frown and said, "Okay, very good. I want to see how long you can hold back without making any noise."
After saying this, he blew out the candles in the small building with a gust of wind from his palm.
The shadows of the trees are swaying outside the window, and the room inside is full of beauty.
At first, the small building was silent, but later some strange noises were heard, as tempting as a cat, making people blush and their hearts beat faster.
The sound gradually faded away until the sky brightened.
When it was time for the morning court session, when Chengfeng came to the small building, Pei Zheng didn't even leave the house. He just said that he would not go to the morning court session today and asked Chengfeng to deliver a memorial. After that, no one in the small building came out for the whole day, except Li Yu who went in twice to deliver lunch and dinner.
**The thick curtain had never been put down before, but it came in handy this time, covering the entire bed tightly, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.
Qi Changyi was in a groggy state, half lying on the bed, naked, with a very hoarse voice.
"water… "
Pei Zheng moved his body and stretched out his hand, "Get some water."
Li Yu outside hurriedly brought water to the bedside. The curtain had a crack, and he could vaguely see the figure inside. He lowered his head and dared not look again, but the ambiguous smell wafting from inside swirled into his nostrils.
When Pei Zheng handed out the cup of water, Li Yu's cheeks turned red and her eyes involuntarily drifted behind the curtain, wanting to see what was wrong with His Highness.
Pei Zheng looked at him and smiled, then pulled the curtain open a little. "Want to see?"
Li Yu was startled and quickly knelt on the ground with his head down, "Slave, I dare not... Sir, please calm down..."
"Get up." Pei Zheng loosened his hand, lowered the curtain again, and hid his body behind the curtain.
He stroked the bite mark under the little guy's collarbone and thought about it.
"Tell someone to find a tattoo artist."
"yes"
Li Yu walked out of the small building. The cold wind blowing in his face finally calmed the heat on his cheeks. He sighed and left in a hurry.
Pei Zheng lay back down and groped back and forth along the white and smooth surface beneath his body.
I don't want to be so cruel to him, but I can't control my inner restlessness. Once I lose control of my strength, I often hurt him.
Fortunately, only at this time the little guy is lively, bright, and full of life, and the charm in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows can melt a person's bones.
When the love is deep, he will be a little confused and even touch the little guy's belly and say, "I really want to make this bigger, so that you can't run away."
In the following days, Pei Zheng still did not go to court, and the emperor actually agreed, asking him to prepare well for his wedding in a few days.
Pei Zheng has been living in the small building these days, and Qi Changyi has been trapped in the curtain and has not even left the bed for five days.
The tattoo artist invited by the Prime Minister's Mansion lived in the bamboo forest in the back garden. He waited for three days before being summoned to the small building.
As soon as Li Yu and the master entered the room, they saw that the curtain was finally opened. A little man dressed in white was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, as if he had not woken up yet.
Pei Zheng sat aside, looking the tattoo artist up and down.
After being glanced at coldly, the tattoo artist broke out in a cold sweat on his back.
"Sir, what kind of tattoo do you want?"
"It's not me, it's him." Pei Zheng retracted his gaze, "The pattern is on the table."
Li Yu walked over and took the pattern, and was stunned when he saw the fiery and enchanting red lotus on it.
The tattoo artist took the pattern and examined it for a long time. "Sir, this red lotus needs cinnabar to be colored. As far as I know, the palace has the best cinnabar imported from foreign countries, which is most suitable for coloring tattoos."
"I'll give you cinnabar, but you have to make sure I'm satisfied, otherwise..."
Pei Zheng looked at him and didn't continue.
The tattoo artist wiped his sweat and asked, "Sir, where do you want it tattooed?"
Pei Zheng stood up and walked to the bedside, pulling the little guy's clothes. The movement was so gentle that the sleeping little guy didn't notice it at all.
Pei Zheng pointed at the bite mark with his finger, "Here."