The skin at the clavicle is thin, making it difficult to insert the needle. The needle needs to be moved very skillfully to break the skin without piercing the bone.
Qi Changyi lay on the bed with his collar open. He seemed to be so sleepy and tired that he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids.
The tattoo artist first held a pen in his hand and drew the fiery red pattern on the bite mark. A neat row of tooth marks blossomed into petals, wantonly, seductive, charming and flamboyant.
This is not an easy job. A pair of gloomy and cold eyes is staring at him from behind. The tattoo artist is extremely nervous and has put all his life's skills into this small piece of white.
When the painting was finished, the red lotus was lifelike, with each petal being long and slender, extending outwards, surrounding and wrapping the delicate core of the flower.
It's time to start using needles. The silver needles are long and thin, and they need to pierce the skin along the edges one by one, picking up the flesh and blood, letting the blood beads roll out, and then the cinnabar will be integrated into the bone and blood along with the blood beads, and then the skin will heal. In this way, the cinnabar will remain under the skin forever.
Unless the skin is removed, the pattern will remain.
Pei Zheng really ordered people to fetch the special cinnabar that was treasured in the palace. It was bright red like blood, fine in texture and shone with golden light, which was very beautiful.
The tattoo artist held the needle and measured for a long time, but he was still hesitant to insert the needle.
"Sir, why don't you wake him up? I'm afraid he might wake up suddenly while he's moving the needle, and the needle might hurt him."
Pei Zheng didn't say anything, so Li Yu walked directly to the bed and called Qi Changyi in a low voice.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, wake up... Your Highness, Your Highness?"
After calling for a long time, Qi Changyi didn't respond at all and was still in a deep sleep.
"Forget it." Pei Zheng walked to the bed, helped the little guy up and leaned him against himself, holding his hands.
The person in my arms had never slept so soundly before, and he allowed me to do whatever I wanted.
Pei Zheng smiled silently and rubbed his chin against the top of his head.
He was badly bullied and hadn't gotten a good night's sleep for several days. This time he fell into a deep sleep and couldn't wake up.
"My Lord, this is..."
Pei Zheng adjusted the position of the person he was hugging, exposing the collarbone part and covering the rest tightly.
"Just stab like that."
The tattoo artist was obviously embarrassed. What a strange posture! But in front of this adult, he dared not say anything or ask anything.
"yes"
The tattoo master took a deep breath, and the silver needle pierced through the delicate skin and went in, rolling around and then lifting it up again, and blood immediately rolled out.
The master immediately wanted to use a handkerchief to wipe the blood, but Pei Zheng looked at him coldly and the handkerchief fell to the ground.
Before he had the time to pick it up, he saw Pei Zheng take out a white handkerchief and wipe the oozing blood bit by bit.
It was only a prick, and it didn't hurt much. The sleeping little guy just frowned slightly, but didn't wake up.
The tattoo artist continued to move the needle, the stitches became finer and finer, the pain became more and more intense, the little man slowly began to struggle, his eyes slightly opened
It’s open.
But his body was being held by someone and his hands were restrained, so he couldn't move at all. He could only see someone in front of him pricking him with a thin silver needle. The piercing pain came over him little by little, and was followed by an overwhelming pain.
A layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his nails were tightly clenching the soft flesh of his palm, his face turned pale with pain.
Pei Zheng noticed that he was enduring it. Even though his body was shaking with pain, he still didn't cry out.
Pei Zheng lowered his head and kissed his hair, then leaned close to his ear and said, "It's almost over, just bear with it a little longer."
Can you bear with it a little longer
He had clearly been enduring it.
Finally, the silver needle stopped and the line drawing was completed.
Qi Changyi breathed a sigh of relief, breathing slowly, gradually digesting the pain in his chest.
The tattoo artist took the finest cinnabar, took a look at it, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Sir, this cinnabar is indeed top-grade. Not only can the color last longer after using it, but it is also much brighter than ordinary cinnabar."
He paused for a moment and said, "However, this kind of cinnabar will be more painful to apply. I see that this young master doesn't look well. I don't know if he can still hold on."
After hearing this, Qi Changyi knew that something even more painful was to come. His eyes immediately became moist and he unconsciously clutched Pei Zheng's sleeve.
Pei Zheng's sleeves tightened, he looked down at the little man with pale lips, and his heart ached.
But he didn't have time to wait.
"Be good, just bear with it for a while, we'll be done soon, okay?"
Tears suddenly rolled down Qi Changyi's eyes. Pei Zheng reached out and wiped them away for him. He said to the tattoo artist, "Continue."
The tattoo artist hesitated for a moment, but didn't dare to disobey, so he took the cinnabar and started coloring.
The pain of foreign objects penetrating into the flesh was unbearable. The cinnabar seemed to have tentacles. As soon as it attached itself, it immediately pushed aside the flesh and blood and hid in the skin.
The excruciating pain came in waves, as if the skin around my collarbone had been torn off and then sewn back together.
Before Qi Changyi had finished crying, his whole body suddenly relaxed and he fainted from the pain.
The tattoo artist glanced at Pei Zheng, wondering whether he should stop.
But Pei Zheng still kept holding him in his arms without moving, so the tattoo artist had to continue coloring.
After a while, the coloring was completed. Now we just have to wait for the tattoo to heal. This cinnabar is easily soluble in bones and blood. I think it will heal in a day or two.
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Li Yu took the sweaty tattoo artist downstairs.
Pei Zheng moved and put the little person in his arms back into the bed.
A red lotus is now blooming at the bite mark, its fiery red and tender color complementing the snow-white skin, and it is captivating.
Pei Zheng touched it twice, couldn't let it go, then leaned over and kissed it, then got up and left.
Five days have passed and tomorrow is a big day.
When Li Yu sent the tattoo master back to the small building, Qi Changyi was still unconscious.
The small building was silent. The beautiful girl lying on the bed looked like a beautiful shell whose soul had been sucked out and crushed.
Li Yu was very worried about Qi Changyi's health. Although the tattoo was not large and it was reasonable to complete it in one go, His Highness' body was different after all and he could not suffer this anymore.
—It was not until it was almost dark outside that Qi Changyi slowly woke up.
After he opened his eyes, he didn't speak or move, but just stared at the carved wooden beam above his head in a daze.
Li Yu was a little panicked, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Why don't you say a word? Does your throat hurt? Let me pour you a glass of water." Li Yu poured the water and handed it to Qi Changyi's lips, but he did not open his mouth.
"Your Highness, are you feeling upset? If you feel upset, just say it out. It will make you feel better. Or you can have a good cry. You will feel better after crying..." Qi Changyi's consciousness seemed to be out of his body. No one knew where it had wandered to. He did not respond to anything that Li Yu said to him, as if he did not hear a word.
"Your Highness... Are you worried about Master Pei and the Second Princess tomorrow... Your Highness, think about it this way. If Master Pei marries the Second Princess, maybe he will let you go, and you can return to the palace then!"
Return to the palace
Qi Changyi blinked his eyes. Can he still go back
What to do when you go back
The palace is just a cold place to live. There is no mother, no father, no brother Pei...
Then what's the point of going back
He is real now and has nothing left.
Qi Changyi closed his eyes again. He was so tired. He didn't want to think about these things anymore.
He is not smart, just a stupid kid, he can't figure things out.
My chest hurts so much, outside and inside.
If I dig out my heart and throw it away, will it stop hurting so much
But without a heart, isn’t that just death
If I die, I won’t feel any pain anymore.
Just thinking about this, Qi Changyi slowly fell asleep again.
When I woke up again, it was already the next day.
This day is an auspicious day that only comes once in ten years in the Celestial Empire. It is also the wedding day of Prime Minister Pei Zheng and the second princess of the royal family Qi Bingzhi.
After Qi Changyi woke up, he felt that his strength had finally returned a little.
Li Yu helped him sit up. The collar of his shirt slid down a little, revealing a few bright red petals, which stunned Li Yu.
The color of this cinnabar is indeed somewhat different, even brighter than the real red lotus, and it is faintly shining with golden light, with a bit of enchantment and a bit of holiness.
No wonder Lord Pei insisted on leaving such a tattoo for His Highness. It is truly unforgettable once one has seen it.
Qi Changyi had some breakfast, but after taking just a few bites he didn't want to eat any more.
After dinner, he wanted to go out for a walk.
It's getting a little colder outside, and you'll be frozen to death if you go out.
Li Yu didn't want to let him go out, but he insisted, and finally he put on a cloak and walked out the door.
There were actually a lot of people in the garden outside, all busying around, and I didn't know what they were doing.
When they saw Qi Changyi coming out, everyone was startled and quickly hid what they had in their hands, as if they were afraid that he would see it.
Unexpectedly, Qi Changyi seemed not to care. He just lowered his head, looked at the ground, and walked slowly along the goose-path.
He said he wanted to go out for a walk, and it seemed like he really just wanted to go out for a walk.
When he reached the exit of the back garden, without waiting for the servants to stop him, Qi Changyi turned around silently and walked back.
He walked like this over and over again, not knowing how many times, until he was out of breath and his body could no longer support him, and then he allowed Li Yu to support him back to the small building.
It seemed like he just came out to gain a little freedom for a short time.
As soon as the door of the small building was closed, people in the garden began to work quietly again.
Qi Changyi took off his cloak, sat back on the bed, and looked at the bare branches outside the window.
"Your Highness," Li Yu walked over and called him.
Qi Changyi didn't react.
It was not until Li Yu called out twice again that Qi Changyi slowly turned his head to look at him.
"Your Highness, do you want to know what is happening outside? Or, in other words, you want to know what Master Pei is doing now, right?"