Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Concubine Hui, look carefully, I am the dead man...
What's a name?
Qiao Tang's consciousness was struggling in chaos. She vaguely heard the word "husband" and resisted in her heart. No, she didn't want to shout. They had already divorced!
But the voice kept pestering her, it was so annoying and didn't help her to relieve it. She got angry and gathered her strength. She grabbed the hand that was pressing on her with both hands and bit down at the base of her thumb.
Blood gushed out and stained her lips. She sucked it, frowned in disgust, loosened her bleeding hand, swayed her waist unbearably, and pain appeared on her beautiful face.
But no one helped her.
From beginning to end, Pei Chengjue looked at her silently with his eyes lowered, his face without any amorous thoughts and his brows not moving at all.
The smell of blood in the air could not shake him, nor could Qiao Tang's painful pleas.
In a moment, Qiao Tang was defeated in this voluptuous confrontation. Subconsciously seeking a chance to survive, she clung softly to Pei Chengjue, helplessly surrendering and sobbing, "Wen, Wen Jing, help me."
It is a faint sound, and it is difficult to hear it unless you try hard.
But in this silent tent, it was like a spring thunder, suddenly breaking through the sky and rolling down.
Pei Chengjue heard it very clearly.
But it was Qiao Tang who reacted before him. She gently kissed Pei Chengjue's brow, moved her lips downwards, and then kissed his thick and long eyelashes, her movements cherishing and flattering.
Slowly, Pei Chengjue let out a chuckle.
He suddenly closed his eyes, refusing Qiao Tang's kiss on them. Then the veins on his cheeks bulged, and he suddenly stretched out his bloody palm and covered the charming face that was so close to him.
Qiao Tang's breathing was blocked, his cheeks were stained with blood, and tears flowed from his only pair of eyes in confusion, mixing with the blood on his palms.
Pei Chengjue couldn't see, nor did he want to see. The veins on his forehead were throbbing clearly. He gritted his teeth and said, "Look carefully, am I the dead man?"
Qiao Tang sobbed and shook his head, struggling hard under his palm like a dehydrated fish.
Seeing her breathing gradually weakening, a force of survival suddenly emerged from deep within her heart, prompting her to pry open her palms and cry, "Pei, Pei Chengjue, save me!"
The palm of the hand suddenly loosened!
Pei Chengjue's eyes suddenly opened, and he saw Qiao Tang dropping the quilt, her red lips parting and moving, looking so pitiful, "Pei Chengjue..."
Pei Chengjue's eyes trembled, his heart ached suddenly, and he leaned over to hug Qiao Tang, his throat hoarse, "Sister, you should have called me 'I' earlier!"
"It's my fault. I'll save my sister right now." His hand stroked Qiao Tang's waist, leaving traces of blood.
Qiao Tang quickly fell into happiness.
Slowly, time came to the hour of Mao, and the tent became quiet. Pei Chengjue lifted the gauze curtain, put on his clothes and got out of bed.
Ignoring his foot injury, he walked out of the bedroom and went to a bedroom in the main hall. Only then was he allowed to have a palace servant come in and help him put on his court robes, with a red cross-collared midi to cover the bite marks on the back of his neck.
But when it was time to go to court, he didn't move at all. He just stood in front of the mirror, which reflected a pair of dark eyes. "Ask the inspector Cheng Su to come see me."
The palace maid concealed her fear and left quickly. Cheng Su came very quickly, dressed in black and filled with a gloomy murderous aura. The palace maid was so frightened that she lowered her neck and held her breath.
After Cheng Su entered the room, the murderous aura had disappeared without a trace. He knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, I respectfully await your command."
Pei Chengjue pretended not to hear, walked closer to the mirror, touched his eyebrows with his fingers, and then pressed hard!
The pain came, but it couldn't erase the kiss on his forehead after Qiao Tang called out to Wen Jing. The touch, as light as a feather, pierced into his heart and lungs like a sharp blade, gnawing at his internal organs.
A voice suddenly rang in his mind, "Your Majesty did not get all of Concubine Hui." This made him even more angry.
That dead man, that dead man!
He slowly said in the midst of the boundless jealousy he could not escape, "Go to Jizhou and dig a coffin for me from the grave."
Cheng Su stared in astonishment. Suddenly, a glance shot over and he knelt even lower. After listening to Pei Chengjue's words, he knocked his forehead to the ground and said, "Yes." He stood up and left.
Pei Chengjue looked away from the mirror and lowered his sleeves. His palms were covered in blood scabs and looked messy. He ignored it, walked out of the hall, got on the imperial carriage, and walked towards Fengtian Hall under the dimly lit sky.
The Fengtian Hall was solemn and silent. The ministers stood on both sides, silently lowering their heads, waiting for the emperor who was late for the court meeting for the first time.
"Your Majesty has arrived—"
As the ministers knelt on the ground to pay their respects, Pei Chengjue sat on the dragon throne and glanced at the ministers below the steps with a ruthless and aimless gaze.
The ministers felt something was wrong. Regardless of the fact that the emperor was late today, his demeanor was very different from usual.
No matter how majestic he was in the past, he had never been so oppressive. He lowered his eyes as if pressing his ministers to the ground, with a violent desire to destroy.
But how could he suddenly become a different person when he just turned nineteen? The ministers were frightened and confused, and after standing up, they just lowered their heads to guess the reason.
However, court affairs must continue.
Officials from various departments reported the political affairs pending on their hands one by one. Minister of Justice Xue Zhang also stepped forward to present a case, which made the other officials frown secretly.
However, there was a minister in the Ministry of War who retired and returned to his hometown. After returning to his hometown, he committed evil deeds, abused his power to bully others, and attempted to murder people. He was reported to the Ministry of Justice in Beijing.
Unexpectedly, just after the Ministry of Justice took over the case, news came that the assistant minister had died of a serious illness.
Within a few days, the Ministry of Justice found out the truth. It was indeed the minister who was responsible for the crime and killed several people. However, the minister was already dead, and the case was currently awaiting closure.
This case was not difficult. According to convention, the murderer was already dead and the case could be closed. However, Xue Zhang brought it up at the court meeting, probably because he was dissatisfied with this way of closing the case.
Some officials glanced at Xue Zhang with dissatisfaction. This is the sharpest sword in His Majesty's hand, with the most cruel means and the most ruthless heart.
With the approval of Your Majesty, the most stringent laws since the founding of the country were established. Fortunately, Your Majesty did not indulge him completely and disciplined him again and again, so that he did not turn the Ministry of Justice into a bloody prison.
Now he wanted to change the way of closing the case, which would certainly get a reprimand from His Majesty. The ministers waited in silence for His Majesty's order.
After a while, a chuckle came from above, "Dead?"
The laughter spread to the steps below, and the ministers lowered their heads before they dared to change color. This was the main court hall, and Your Majesty always behaved properly and solemnly. Why did he suddenly laugh?
The laughter reached Xue Zhang, "Xue Qing, is it all over if he dies?"
Xue Zhang bowed his head and said, "I think this matter cannot be resolved."
"That's right. Even if a person dies, there are always other things left. Can you dig up the grave, dig up the coffin, grind the bones and scatter the ashes? Xue Qing, can you do that?"
All the ministers were so frightened that they fell to the ground in panic, screaming in their hearts. Even Xue Zhang was stunned. How could such words come from the mouth of His Majesty?
There was deathly silence in the Fengtian Hall.
Qiao Tang didn't wake up until dawn. He opened his red eyes, his head still dizzy, and he couldn't remember what happened last night.
But that kind of painful torture and final happiness were deeply engraved in her heart, making her feel very afraid of Pei Chengjue.
Pei Chengjue clearly didn't like the Queen Mother forcing him with wine before, but last night he took the initiative to feed her wine, causing her to suffer, and only in the end did he feel pity for her.
Pei Chengjue treated her worse and worse.
Qiao Tang blinked her sore eyes and stood up to take a shower. Clean water couldn't wash away the marks on her body, so she simply ignored it.
While getting dressed, she suddenly thought of a question: Did Pei Chengjue go in last night? Why didn't she remember it?
If I go in, will I get pregnant?
As soon as this thought came to her mind, her heart and hands began to tremble. She couldn't get pregnant. She was about to call someone to ask Cheng Ying to prescribe a contraceptive soup, but she stopped herself in a hurry.
The issue of the royal heir is of great importance. Cheng Ying is just an imperial physician, and she doesn't have Pei Chengjue's oral instructions. How dare she act without authorization?
Qiao Tang changed his mind and ordered someone to go to the Cining Palace to call Aunt Sulan, and asked Aunt Sulan to tell the Queen Mother that she definitely didn't want her to get pregnant.
Sure enough, not long after, Aunt Sulan came over with a food box and said in front of the palace servants that this was specially made for Concubine Hui by the Imperial Kitchen on the orders of the Empress Dowager.
Even Nanny Wang didn't notice anything wrong after hearing it. Qiao Tang took it himself, brought it to the outer room of the bedroom, and placed it on the long table under the window. He opened the lid of the food box, set aside the food on the first layer, and took out a bowl of contraceptive soup from the second layer.
The smell of medicine hit her nose, and she frowned, wanting only to drink it quickly, and she didn't hear the footsteps approaching slowly.
She endured the discomfort, lowered her head and drank a few sips. When she looked up again, a hand suddenly reached out from beside her ear, snatched the medicine bowl and placed it on the table.
"How come I didn't know my sister was sick?"
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