Dianxia Qingcheng

Chapter 157 He remembered

At this time, Qi Yirou was rushing towards the border with Jiang Yubai.

When the news spread in the imperial capital, it caused a great commotion, and the court was no exception.

But the sensation came and went quickly.

After all, the prince of the celestial dynasty was not a high-profile prince in the first place, and not many people really cared about whether he was alive or dead. They just regarded it as a conversation piece after dinner.

But there was an uproar in the palace.

Although the queen has been abolished, the second princess, Qi Bingzhi, has not been implicated because she is married to the son of a court official and is pregnant.

After learning the news that Qi Changyi was still alive, Qi Bingzhi hurried into the palace, but happened to meet Jiang Yubai at the gate of the palace.

Jiang Yubai was waiting for Qi Yirou to go to the border together. He received Chengfeng's secret letter, and someone had already explained everything to Qi Yirou, and Qi Yirou really agreed to exchange blood for Qi Changyi.

Before Qi Yirou came out from the palace, Qi Bingzhi ordered someone to stop Jiang Yubai's carriage.

"Physician Jiang, oh no, Doctor Jiang, who are you waiting for?"

Jiang Yubai rolled his eyes at her and didn't even want to talk to her. He is no longer an official of the palace, so there is no need to report everything to her.

"Naturally waiting for someone."

Qi Bingzhi was irritated by his attitude, now Qi Bingzhi has a completely different temperament from before, he is very easy to get angry, it seems that he doesn't even bother to pretend.

Just as she was about to attack, the palace came out and stepped on the sedan chair.

When Qi Yirou got off the sedan chair, she also turned a blind eye to Qi Bingzhi and got into Jiang Yubai's carriage directly.

The carriage wanted to turn around and leave, but it couldn't move because it was stopped by someone.

"Second princess, please step aside, I have something important to do, you can't delay it."

Neither humble nor overbearing, Qi Yirou said in a cold tone.

"Rourou, why are you talking to me like this? Where are you going? Can you tell the second sister?"

Qi Yirou was anxious to leave, the longer the delay, the more serious the situation over there would be, but Qi Bingzhi standing in front of the carriage had a bulging belly, no one dared to touch her easily.

Jiang Yubai couldn't care less, he said directly to the driver, "Let's go."

The carriage forcibly turned around, and the horse neighed, startling Qi Bingzhi, and she fell to the side, getting out of the way.

Qi Bingzhi was supported by her servants, and she raised her voice, "Jiang Yubai! Don't think I don't know what you are doing! You must be looking for him, right? You must bring him back and continue to be his Prince! Why, he has disappeared for so long, just keep disappearing! Why do you want to come back!"

Jiang Yubai opened the curtain and smiled.

"The Second Princess is half right. We are going to find His Royal Highness, but it is not we who want to pick him up, but the Emperor who ordered Mr. Pei to pick His Highness back."

Jiang Yubai knew how to make Qi Bingzhi even more angry, he took out the bright yellow silk cloth from his arms and shook it off.

"I first received the order for Master Pei. If the second princess doesn't believe it, do I have to check it myself?"

Qi Bingzhi stared at the imperial decree, seemingly in disbelief.

However, Jiang Yubai stuffed the imperial decree back into his arms, "Since the princess doesn't want to read it, then we will leave first. The princess really can't afford to delay the emperor's decree."

The carriage drove away immediately.

Qi Bingzhi looked at the gradually disappearing carriage, but suddenly felt a dull pain in his stomach, and then the servant next to him shouted.

"Princess! You! Your stomach is bleeding!"

The camp at the frontier of the Celestial Dynasty was very warm with charcoal fire burning inside.

The little man on the bed opened his eyes slowly, but still felt cold.

As soon as he woke up, he felt a severe headache, and more and more images and memories flooded into his mind.

Barracks, sickness, escape, and blood everywhere

"hmm"

The little man frowned tightly, his breathing became a little short, and he stretched out his hands to hug his head, dripping with cold sweat.

Shen Huanxin picked up, "What's the matter? What's wrong with you, disciple? Do you have a headache? Is it a headache? Don't think about it anymore, don't think about it if it hurts."

But the little man on the bed couldn't hear any sound at all. He felt that his headache was about to burst, and he beat himself up one after another.

Chen Huan held his arm to prevent him from hurting herself, but he scratched the wound and bled a little, but Chen Huan still did not let him go.

"Tuer, Tuer, calm down, look at me, I'm the master!"

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a figure walked in with the wind and cold.

Shen Huan looked over, seeing that it was Pei Zheng, he was relieved for the most part.

Pei Zheng walked to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand and gently grasped the slender wrist, and the little man couldn't use his strength anymore.

"Let me do it."

Pei Zheng sat by the bed and smoothed the little man's hair.

Shen Huan nodded silently, turned around and left the tent.

The little man still had a severe headache, but his wrist was being grabbed, so he couldn't struggle anymore, so he began to whimper and cry, and the tears flowed more and more fiercely.

Pei Zheng pinched his two wrists with one hand, and then wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the other hand.

The tears are like beads with a broken thread, and they can't stop flowing.

But the little man's headache seems to have eased, and he has gradually calmed down, only crying silently.

His face full of tears but silent, made people feel even more distressed.

Pei Zheng let go of his wrist and closed his collar for him.

The struggle just now made the little man's neckline a little loose, revealing a little white collarbone.

But the slender fingers stopped suddenly, a little bit of enchanting red was faintly exposed under the collar, Pei Zheng paused for breath, and slightly raised a little, it really was that dazzling red lotus tattoo, a fiery red flower Blooms on fine white skin.

But why did this red lotus tattoo appear again?Could it be because the little man's body has changed?

When he was Qi Changyi, the red lotus existed, but when he was Shen Nineteen, the red lotus would disappear.

So now that the red lotus has appeared, does it mean something?

Without showing any signs of expression, Pei Zheng fastened his collar for the little man.

"Does your head still hurt?"

As he asked softly, he kneaded the little man's temples very gently.

The little man raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were blurred with tears, and his long eyelashes were covered with a few drops of pearls, reflecting the ignorance and confusion in his eyes.

But the eyes gradually changed, and some strange expressions began to appear inside.

Then, Pei Zheng's hand was suddenly swung away.

The little man stared at him without blinking, shrank back, his breathing became rapid, his eyes were full of shock and fear.

Pei Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he was stabbed sharply by his alienation and guard.

"Don't let me touch it? Then I won't touch you, okay?"

The little man bit his lower lip, as if trying to hold back tears, his lips turned pale from the biting.

He supported himself, sat up from the bed, then rolled over from the other side and rolled out of the bed.

As soon as he got out of bed, he fell straight down because of the weakness of his legs.

Pei Zheng wanted to go over and reach out to help him up, but the little man tried his best to hide back, his hands froze in the air for an instant.

The little man finally got up on his own, he didn't fully recover his memory, and now he only remembered part of the past, and it was all bad memories.

Standing up, the little man staggered and walked outside.

It was cold outside the camp, and the frozen people panicked.

The soldiers guarding outside were shocked when they saw the people inside coming out. They were about to kneel down to salute, but they were stopped by Pei Zheng who followed behind.

Pei Zheng waved his hand and told the soldiers to retreat.

The little man was walking in front of him very slowly, his footsteps were vacant, as if he was about to fall down.

He looked around in a daze, and suddenly stared at a small barracks and stopped moving.

Pei Zheng followed his gaze, there was nothing special about that barracks, why did he stare like that?

But he suddenly thought that this barracks was very similar to the place where the little man lived. So, did he remember something?

The little man showed pain on his face, and the sadness between his brows and eyes was so strong that he couldn't get rid of it.

He muttered something to himself in a low voice, but the voice was too soft for Pei Zheng to hear clearly.

A soldier ran over from a distance, as if there was something urgent, and when he saw the two standing in the road, he hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

"Join His Royal Highness, join Prime Minister Pei."

The little man saw the person kneeling in front of him, and after hearing the name, he also said it softly.

"His Royal Highness"

Pei Zheng had already stepped forward, looked at the soldier coldly, "Get lost."

The soldier's back was covered with cold sweat, and he ran away in a hurry.

"His Royal Highness Your Royal Highness Your Royal Highness"

He repeated it over and over again, and every time he said it, more pictures came to mind.

He is the prince, so who else is he?What is his name?

Why is this barracks so familiar?Have you been here before?

Who is that person behind him?Why is there him in almost all the pictures?Why does he feel so much pain whenever he gets close?

My whole body was in pain, everywhere, and my heart was also throbbing with pain.

The wind suddenly picked up, and the flying sand raised made people squint their eyes.

The little man was also staggered by the blow, and his body fell lightly and crookedly.

Pei Zheng didn't care about anything else, and hurried forward to help him stabilize.

But as soon as the little man was embraced by him, he was surrounded by a faint scent of sandalwood.

This smell has become very light and weak, but at this special moment, it can still deeply hurt the little man's body and mind.

He remembered.

The prime minister's mansion, the dense prison, the back garden, the small building, the blood, the whips, and then the festive red water chestnuts everywhere, and the heavy snow on the edge of the cliff

Those forgotten pains and sorrows are all remembered now.

"I am the prince, my name is Qi Changyi"

The little man's lips were pale and bloodless, and his body was unbelievably cold, but his consciousness was clearer than before.

"My name is Qi Changyi."