Dianxia Qingcheng

Qi Changyi's body was limp, but he felt extremely cold all over his body and his mind was dizzy. The content of the imperial decree just now kept reverberating in his mind.

He seemed to have been pulled away by someone, and he couldn't even kneel. He was pushed by Qi Yirou and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Li Yu's eyes were red, and she tried her best to break free from the restraint, and ran over to help Qi Changyi up.

"Your Highness, stand up first, stand up... It's so cold on the ground, your body won't be able to stand it..."

But he desperately supported the little man, but the little man had weak legs, just fell to the ground, and his body kept shaking.

His fingers clenched the ground tightly, and the one that Qi Yirou stepped on was slightly red and swollen, and one of its nails had been broken, oozing fine bloodshots.

Li Yu hurriedly opened his fingers, "His Royal Highness, don't force, don't force any more..."

But the little man didn't know where the strength came from, Li Yu's hands trembled, and he couldn't pick up his fingers from the ground. He could only watch his fingers leave bloodstains on the ground.

Qi Changyi lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face. In the cold weather, he seemed to be frozen into an ice man, and the blood all over his body was frozen.

Seeing him like this, Qi Yirou didn't feel any guilt at all, but continued to sneer, "Stop pretending, can't you stand up after a push? You're not such a delicate body, don't be ashamed anymore, Don't stand up yet!"

When Qi Yirou said that, she wanted to come over and push Qi Changyi again, but Li Yu stood up suddenly, pushed Qi Yirou to the ground desperately, and then rushed over and hit her.

I just heard screams resounding in the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, "Come on, come on, quickly pull this lunatic down to me! I want to put him to death, I have to smash him into tens of thousands of pieces! "

Several palace servants hurried over and wanted to pull Li Yu away, but Li Yu was pinching Qi Yirou's neck tightly, her nails scratched her skin and bleeding, and she refused to let go.

—The old housekeeper who was kneeling on the ground suddenly stood up, pretending not to be standing still, and slammed into the palace servants, one of them accidentally stepped on Qi Yirou's hand, and she suddenly let out a sound Terrible scream.

"His Royal Highness Third Princess, I'm really sorry, this old slave has been kneeling for a long time, and this knee is a little unstable. I hope Her Royal Highness will forgive me."

"Reverse, you are all reversed! I must punish your sins, and I must punish your sins!"

The old butler sneered secretly and winked, and the other servants also stood up at this time, stopping all the palace servants who wanted to come forward.

The two groups were immediately entangled together, unable to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy pushing each other, crowding, tearing and beating.

At this time, the little man who had been kneeling on the ground next to him moved, slowly propped himself up and stood up, staggering twice.

He looked at the formation in the courtyard, his eyes were confused, and he couldn't find the focus.

He didn't know what he should do now, and there was only one thought in his heart, stay away from here, stay away from everyone, find a place with no one, hide, and be alone for a while.

His knees and fingers were hurting badly, but as if he didn't feel it, he staggered to the door, walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and came to the street

superior.

The snow-white robe was stained with dirt, and the little man's heart seemed to be hollow. It was cold and beat, as if he had been stabbed deeply by someone, and then he kept bleeding outwards.

He just kept moving forward, walking, walking, with no purpose, no destination, like a cold body.

The sky has gradually darkened, thousands of lights are lit on the street, and people are walking in groups of three or five, and the smiles on their faces are full of happiness.

The little man was alone, covered in bruises, and the corners of his eyes became more and more wet, and he could not see the road ahead vaguely.

A pedestrian hurried by beside him accidentally bumped into him. He was unsteady and was directly hit the ground. His palm was scratched, and blood beads rolled out instantly.

The man quickly apologized and wanted to help him up, "I'm really sorry, young master, are you alright?"

Qi Changyi's eyes were gray and bleak, and he avoided the man's support, stood up swayingly, and continued to walk forward.

It may be because of the pain from the fall, his tears suddenly began to roll down wantonly, and the wind blew icy cold to the bone.

No one will wipe his tears anymore, he can only lift his sleeves and wipe away the tears with force, his cheeks are a little red.

He kept walking along the wide street. He didn't know how long he had walked, but his body was numb from the cold, and the blood on the bleeding nails and palms had dried up.

Even at night, the streets of the Imperial City are full of people, and the bustling crowd is too noisy.

Qi Changyi turned alone into a dark alley, and slowly sat on the ground along the wall, hugging his knees, burying his small head deeply, and all the surging tears fell into his robes.

Brother Pei and second sister are getting married...

They are a pair of golden boys and girls, blessed by God, and they are both very good and powerful people. As for themselves, they are so stupid that they do not deserve to be compared with them...

God must not like stupid children like him, so it's not good for me at all. Everyone likes smart children, but I can't learn those things myself, so ah, no one will really like me...

The little man was leaning against the wall, crying silently all the time, not noticing a few figures suddenly appearing behind him.

The prime minister's mansion was still in chaos, until Pei Zheng suddenly returned, and the entire courtyard was quiet.

Standing at the door, Pei Zheng glanced coldly at the people in the yard, but found only one missing figure.

He suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at Li Yu with cold eyes, his eyes gloomy and terrifying.

Li Yu hurried over to salute, and then thought of something. After looking around in the courtyard, he couldn't find his Highness. Cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Pei, Lord Pei, His Highness is gone! What can I do!"

Qi Yirou clutched the scar on her neck, "It's not that I can't find it, so the big man can still be lost, what's the fuss about?"

Pei Zheng dodged and moved to Qi Yirou's eyes very quickly, making her take a big step back in fright and almost sat on the ground.

Pei Zheng stared at her and asked, "I don't know why the third princess came to the Prime Minister's mansion, why is it so expensive?"

Qi Yirou looked at his gloomy eyes and was a little scared, but she still stuck her neck and said, "Me, my second sister and I are here to convey the imperial edict, who would have thought that Mr. Pei was not in the mansion..."

Pei Zheng's eyes changed, "Since I'm not here, who asked you to read the imperial edict?"

He said and took another step forward, looking down at Qi Yirou, his eyes were fierce as if he was going to tear him apart.

Qi Yirou opened her eyes slightly, not knowing what to answer, she looked at Qi Bingzhi beside her as if asking for help, and called out silently, "Second sister..."

Qi Bingzhi came over and said softly, "Master Pei, Rourou is also unintentional, please don't blame."

"Intentional?" Pei Zheng sneered at the corner of his mouth, "I think it's clearly intentional."

"Pei Zheng, don't forget your identity, don't forget who you want to marry!" Qi Yirou suddenly shouted loudly.

Unexpectedly, this sentence deeply hurt Pei Zheng, he said in a deep voice, "Li Yu, tell me what happened in detail."

Li Yu stepped on the bloodstains on the corner of his mouth, and recounted what had just happened, one by one, adding fuel to Qi Yirou's process of targeting her Highness.

Qi Yirou retorted, "You are talking nonsense! When did I hit him? Which eye did you see that I did it?"

"Three princesses, the servant's eyes haven't been gouged out yet. You can see both eyes. Not only did you hit your Highness, but you also stepped on His Highness's nails. Your fingers are connected to your heart. How painful it must be..."

Qi Yirou's eyes widened slightly, and she shook her head hastily, "I didn't, I didn't, I didn't step on it hard, his nails were obviously broken by themselves.

Before she could finish speaking, Qi Yirou's neck was suddenly pinched, and the rest of the words were swallowed into her stomach.

Pei Zheng squinted his eyes and squeezed his fingers slightly. Qi Yirou had difficulty breathing, her cheeks were a little red, and her fingers kept struggling and fluttering.

No one in the entire courtyard dared to move, and Pei Zheng's anger was so obvious that anyone who dared to dissuade him would immediately cut off the necks of his servants. Qi Bingzhi's eyes were full of worry, and he stepped forward to discourage him, "Master Pei, Master Pei..."

Pei Zheng gave her a cold look, and the strength in his hands finally loosened.

Qi Yirou's body was unsupported, and she slumped to the ground limply. She coughed violently a few times, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, and she raised her head and stared at the person standing in front of her.

"Pei Zheng! I'm the princess, the most beloved daughter of the father! You dare to treat me like this, aren't you afraid that the father will blame you?" Pei Zheng sneered and leaned down slightly.

"It seems that the third princess hasn't figured out the situation yet. Come and take the third princess down. The truth is to share the emperor's worries and solve problems, but he can teach the emperor well."

Several guards from the Prime Minister's Mansion were about to come forward and pull Qi Yirou away. Qi Yirou kept dodging in fear, crawling around with both hands and feet, crawling to Qi Bingzhi's side, pulling the corner of her skirt and begging.

"Second sister, second sister, please help me, Pei Zheng is crazy, is he crazy? How dare he treat me like this?"

Qi Bingzhi glanced at Pei Zheng, her eyes were complicated, she thought more than Qi Yirou, and naturally she knew the power and interest disputes behind the big marriage. With the current situation, she knew that in Pei Zheng and her own relationship. Among the three younger sisters, the emperor would definitely choose Pei Zheng without hesitation.

"Rou Rou, be more obedient. I believe that Mr. Pei will not blame you too much..."

Qi Bingzhi retracted the corners of his skirt and took a half step back without a trace.

Qi Yirou's eyes widened in disbelief, "Second sister, you..."

What Qi Yirou did was not only for herself, but also because of the unspeakable relationship between Qi Changyi and Pei Zheng, which threatened Qi Bingzhi's status. He was also out of breath for Qi Bing's sake. It's actually doing this to her now.

Qi Yirou was stunned, unable to say a word, and was dragged down by the guards in despair.