Xue Songyun sneered a few words and left.

The entourage he brought from home gave Pei Ziqing a look, with a look of pity and schadenfreude, "Do you know who the person you bumped into just now? Three points man!

Offend him, do you think you can have good fruit to eat?

If I were you, I would flee now. As long as our son is a little softer, the city lord will be eager to hold everything in front of him, not to mention that my son just wants your life. "

After the attendant finished speaking, he trotted after him.

Pei Ziqing sat on the ground, eyes blank.

He was wearing a thin layer of underwear, so he didn't feel cold just now. After all, he was used to being cold, and his skin was rough and fleshy.

But at this moment, he felt cold to the bone, and he couldn't stop shaking.

Ridiculous, hilarious.

He thought about all kinds of reasons, but he didn't expect this.

It turned out that he was just a thing in the woman's hand to stimulate the male pet.

He's not even a pet!

Pei Ziqing slowly got up from the ground, his eyes gloomy.

So, what happens next?

That woman would hand him over to the most beloved Young Master Xue and let him go?

Or in front of this Young Master Xue and personally avenge his younger brother?

Reason told Pei Ziqing that he should flee immediately, but many images flashed in his mind.

The woman looked at him with clear and cold eyes, but no disgust.

She rubbed the medicine for him, served him vegetables, and gave him a name...

Pei Ziqing's expression changed for a while.

In the end, he still went to the plum garden.

The garden was full of red and bright winter plums, and the smell was fragrant. Pei Ziqing didn't go deep, but hid behind a big tree, grabbed the snow on the ground and painted it on his body.

His skin was blue and purple from the cold, and his lips were a little white, but he was like a puppet, rubbing his skin with snow one after another, making big and ruthless movements.

After the thick layer of dirt on his body was wiped off by the snow, Pei Ziqing realized that something was wrong.

Are all his injuries gone?

The new wounds are gone, and the old wounds of several years are gone.

Not only that, but the skin became white and tender, and felt slippery.

After Pei Ziqing's expression was blank for a moment, he suddenly remembered something, the haze in his eyes dissipated, and a little starlight appeared.

If what he said to the master and servant just now was right, how could the woman give him this magical medicine?

She must really care about him.

Pei Ziqing rubbed his eyes and forced back a little mist that leaked out secretly.

No promise, he actually wanted to cry.

However, he was really happy, he thought he was going to be abandoned again.

The little freak hurriedly cleaned his lower body, and hummed a little song in his heart.

After washing it clean, he jumped up and grabbed a handful of plum blossoms, crushed them, and applied them to his already frozen purple skin, using the plum scent to cover up the residual odor on his body.

After tidying up, he walked back briskly.

Not long after the child left, in the second-floor attic next to the plum garden, a man in Tsing Yi stood leaning against the window, staring at the direction he left.

The man was born beautiful and handsome, but he seemed to have just woken up at this time, his clothes were disheveled, and a large piece of white and tight skin was exposed on his chest.

A jade-like lotus-shaped arm wrapped around the man's waist, caressing his chest and abdomen, followed by a sweet voice, "When will your Majesty go back? A group of sisters in the harem are not as lucky as me, they are all dying of drought. died."