When being hugged tightly by Zhao Litang, Qi Changyi didn't know how to place his hands and feet.
He struggled involuntarily.
Zhao Litang was stunned for a moment, and let go of the person in his arms lightly.
Zhao Litang thought about close and intimate relationship between him and Pei Zheng (1), at the banquet, and he asked angrily with burning rage, "Changyi, you and Pei Zheng...
Did he force you"
Qi Changyi shook his head gently, "No."
Zhao Litang got even more angry, and stepped forward to hold Qi Changyi's thin shoulder.
"Chang Yi! What did you promise me What did you promise me before I left! You said you wouldn't like Pei Zheng anymore, but now You have been hanging out with him all day! How can this Pei Zheng have any feelings He must have ulterior motives when approaching you! Do you understand!"
Qi Changyi bit his lower lip tightly.
Zhao Litang's repeated questioning made him shake his head, "No.
It's not like this, Pei-Gege is not like that."
"Then tell me what he is like" Zhao Litang shouted angrily in a low voice, "Do you think you know him Do you know how many innocent common people he has killed while in the tyrranic Imperial Court Everyone knows that you are born with inherent weakness and that you are somewhat foolish.
He is willing to get close to you just because you look like the Fourth Prince Qi Changfeng! "
Qi Changyi covered his ears and trembled slightly, not listening to the voice of the person in front of him.
Zhao Litang looked at the tears in the corners of his eyes, and he felt heartache, but he was helpless.
The little man blinked his eyes, and the tears flowed out directly.
Under the moonlight, they were sparkling and translucent, pure and limpid, resembling beads with broken threads.
Zhao Litang somewhat regretted that what he had just said hurt him, and wanted to reach out and wipe his tears for him.
But before he touched his cheek, there was suddenly a shadow behind Qi Changyi, that roughly pulled him into his arms.
Pei Zheng stared with ice-cold eyes at Zhao Litang's raised hand and snorted, "General Zhao is still in the palace at midnight, don't you think that it is somewhat inappropriate"
At this moment, Qi Changyi was like a little rabbit who has just been wronged by Heaven.
With red eyes, he shrinked and nested in Pei Zheng's arms, knowing his place.
Zhao Litang withdrew his hand, leaving no trace.
"Inappropriate Now, that Lord Pei is also here, do you have something else to say"
Pei Zheng hooked his lips, "General Zhao has been guarding the frontier for many years, so he probably doesn't know what the bestowed imperial token is."
Zhao Litang clenched his fists and smiled, "Wasn't Lord Pei with the Fourth Prince just now You came quite fast."
"This Minister just said hello to the Fourth Prince, don't know if it somehow got in the eyes of General Zhao"
The sentences exchanged between the two people were full of stabbing knives and were filled with sarcasm.
Pei Zheng said that, and he buried Qi Changyi's head in his chest.
He just didn't want anyone to see this little man tear stained beautiful face (2) which is very likely to cause people to be lost in unlimited and wild fanciful thoughts.
Zhao Litang clenched his fingers.
He didn't expect that when he mentioned Qi Changfeng in front of Pei Zheng, the person in front of him would be capable of not changing the expression on his face, and that he wouldn't have the slightest amount of reaction.
It made him wonder if the news he got was wrong.
"Lord Pei should better think about how to explain the matter of the marriage to the Emperor and the Ministers in the Morning Court."
Zhao Litang glanced at motionless Qi Changyi, who was obediently attached to Pei Zheng's chest, and said in a low voice, "Changyi, Tang-Gege has something to do, I'll come to see you another day."
After speaking, he left in the moonlight.
After the surroundings quieted down, Pei Zheng pulled the person in his arms away.
His chest was already wet with his tears. Is this little fool made of water
He (Pei Zheng) just left for a while, but he (Qi Changyi) was with Zhao Litang hugging, and he also was crying so pitiful and lovably.
Pei Zheng increased the strength in his hand unconsciously.
"Your Highness really completely disregards my words!" (3)
Pei Zheng's tone was ice-cold.
He holded his fair, slender and weak wrist in his hand, and strode towards a certain place somewhere in the Living Quarters.
• close relation, no gap
* intimate and nothing can come between
* like raindrops on a pear blossom
* tear-stained face of a beauty
*to treat (what sb says) as wind past your ear
• to completely disregard