Duan Zhishaohua

The sound of the piano is bright, and there is a sad sound.

"It's useless." The old doctor stroked his gray beard, which was as old as his age, and shook his head: "My lord, please forgive me for being helpless."

With these words again, the air was suddenly cold, and all the maids and servants present could see the prince's anger, their hearts skipped a beat, and they took a few steps back quietly.

Pei Jing's resolute jaw was tense, but the high and mighty Prince Jing had a haggard face at this moment, and a blue stubble covered his chin.

In the end, he nodded, and the manager Yan at the side immediately stepped forward, with another smile on his stiff face, "Please, doctor, I'll take you out."

After picking up the medicine box, another doctor left.

The gradual and distant footsteps sounded like desperate knocking, and Pei Jing couldn't breathe a little bit.

At this time, the rising sun warmly penetrated in, spread out in the room without hindrance, condensing the golden splendor all over the place.

Pei Jing finally turned around, all eyes were on the man on the bed.

He was still wearing a green shirt, but his face was gray, and half of his body was hidden under the shadow of the curtain, making his whole person even more obscure.

In one night, famous officials from all over the capital entered this Prince Jing's mansion one after another, and then shook their heads and left one after another, all because of him.

Duan Shaohua's eyes were closed tightly, his fingers were curled up under his sleeves, his cheeks had become thin and sunken, and he was completely ashamed.

Pei Jing stared at him intently, the light in his eyes dimming little by little.

Duan Shaohua opened his eyes slightly in the middle of the silence in the room. He didn't look in Pei Jing's direction, but only showed a mocking smile, "I've already looked like this, I wonder if the prince is still satisfied?"

The sound of joints snapping sounded almost immediately, Pei Jing strode towards the bedside, looked at him bitterly, all the haze and anger were cast on Duan Shaohua.

"Duan Shaohua, do you really want to die?"

"No." He replied truthfully like everyone else.He also looked at Pei Jing, driven by some reason, his eyes faintly regained light, and the handsome brows slowly became clear, "But the prince has been aggressive, life is better than death."

The past three years when he appeared were full of memories of coercion and struggle.I thought I had a chance to get rid of it, but now the only way of life has been cut off, and any day I live can only be pain.

Pei Jing was enraged by the decisiveness he complained about, and he didn't care about Duan Shaohua's current wounds at all. He tightened his front with one hand and pulled him off the bed, veins protruding from the back of his hand, "Duan Shaohua, this king has never seen a girl like you. Such a cruel person."

Every word and every word of these words was bitten with hatred, and his hands were also hardened.The air turned into a knife blade, Duan Shaohua gasped helplessly, his whole body trembling after being beaten by Pei Jing.

How could he hate Pei Jing so much.

Trembling hands suddenly put on Pei Jing's shoulders, with great disparity in strength, they were still pushing away with all their strength.

Between the two of them, there seemed to be nothing but despair and rejection.

Pei Jing deeply felt his struggle, and his cold eyes softened a little bit, it turned out to be sad.

Now his pain has become his unbearable.

Yi cruelly used him to the ground, and said viciously as before: "Do you still want to go? Look at your current appearance. You are not even a man. Where do you want to go!"

It is the needle in the back of the wasp's tail, the sharp knife held high in the executioner's hand, Duan Shaohua no longer knows how to hate it.The qi and blood surged upwards, the roiling heat waves washed over the internal organs, and the wounds on the lower body were excruciatingly painful.There seemed to be countless stabs with sharp blades, or blunt knives sharpened, all of which were dripping with blood.

The pain in his chest was unbearable, and the smell of blood had spread to his throat, and he vomited, as if the world was full of blood.

The room was full of gasps of fear, Pei Jing slowly bent down, picked up Duan Shaohua who was already unconscious, and said in a deep voice: "Go and invite the doctor."

The maidservants in the room walked and stayed, and it seemed that the sky over Prince Jing's mansion was covered with a cloudy rain that would not disperse.

The doctor still came and went, but the strong smell of medicine lingered.

Pei Jing sat on the edge of the bed, and only then showed frustration.

He looked at Duan Shaohua, who was extremely thin on the bed, and the handsomeness and elegance in his memory had disappeared, leaving only paleness and slump, as lonely as a void.

He always thought it was impossible, but now even he couldn't help but feel a trace of regret...

Three years ago, the capital was prosperous, and the spring came, and catkins were flying.

Hiding from the bustling, avoiding the hustle and bustle, Duan Shaohua tried his best to walk towards an inconspicuous tile-roofed house sweating all over his head.

Panting heavily, when they rushed to the house, it was the familiar scene again as expected.

"Let's prepare for the funeral earlier." But I heard this sentence.

After the doctor finished speaking, he lifted the medicine box, ignoring the mournful crying behind him.

He didn't know how many times he would visit here throughout the year, and a few days ago he said that he could get thousand-year-old ginseng to extend his life, but now that there are no rare ginseng, he can't keep his life, and he doesn't want to participate in that tragedy.

As soon as the doctor left, hope faded away and grief grew even stronger.

Duan Shaohua stood helplessly, dazed, and the two old people beside him were already crying.

The girl lying on the bed had a waxy complexion, her eyes were closed tightly, and her lips were drawn into a tight line, but her beauty could be vaguely seen in her paleness.She has always been lively, playful and lovely, but now she can't live anymore.

Duan Shaohua was suddenly stunned, still unable to accept this fact.

Bao girl suffered a sudden illness two years ago, in order to protect her life, she spent all her family wealth and drank all the bitter medicines, but she still had to wait for this day.

Thinking of this, Duan Shaohua clenched his fists tightly, if it wasn't for the profiteer who was greedy for wealth and didn't keep his word, how could Bao girl be unconscious.

The two old people exhausted their savings, borrowed all the neighbors, and even sold the only house that was good enough to shelter them from the wind and rain. After scraping together, they managed to gather enough money to buy the rare medicine, but the medicinal material dealer was at this moment. He regretted it, and sold it to Prince Jing's Mansion at double the price, and was greedy for the huge profits.

As the saying goes, money can make ghosts grind, and the power of Prince Jing's mansion is enough to make ghosts tremble three times.

People don't fight with officials, let alone the palace.

However, Duan Shaohua secretly still felt dissatisfied.

……

Prince Jing's mansion is hung with a high amount, Braille becomes gold.There are groups of servants in the mansion, busy as usual.

The West Inner Courtyard was still quiet, and under the eyes of several servants, Steward Yan entered the cabinet with a brocade box in his hands, with a high smile on his face.

Soon, flattering voices sounded.

"Master Chen, take a quick look, this root, this beard, these are all in human form, how rare! The prince personally found this for you, and you are the only one who has this blessing, Master Chen. Everyone else is looking forward to it." not coming."

Then there was another round of flattery and fart, all of which were boasting how rare and precious the thousand-year-old ginseng is.How troublesome and important the prince is, that heart is like the bright moon in the sky, only shining on his dusty master.

To say that Butler Yan's eloquence is first-rate, but it's not enough to meet this dusty master.This time, he sang to himself again, spitting and talking for half an hour.His throat was dry and his mouth was tired, but it seemed that the man didn't respond at all. He just sipped a cup of tea and didn't even look at him for a long time.

Manager Yan had no choice but to stand where he was, "Look, Master Chen?" But he muttered in his heart how to get this job done.

After waiting for a long time, I finally heard some movement on the soft bed. Manager Yan was overjoyed, but the next moment he heard the voice of the bell saying: "Take it down."

Yep, Mr. Yan's heart skipped a beat, and it was this sentence again.

"Farewell, Master Chen." Recalling the horror of Prince Jing, Director Yan hurriedly put on the brocade box and said, "Master Chen, take a look, this is Changbai Mountain's thousand-year-old ginseng, the king of all herbs. You weigh the weight, the color, Even the palace may not have such a treasure, the prince, he..."

Manager Yan kept chattering endlessly, but he didn't hear his dusty master's impatient spit.

"Little four, you go."

Manager Yan Lima stopped, but he couldn't even stand still.

The servant named Xiao Sizi who had been standing beside Ruantao came over, with a pair of generous palms and a tall figure, Manager Yan was immediately dumbfounded.

Then came a gust of wind, and Manager Yan was about to run away in fright, but someone was faster than him.He grabbed his waist directly, tucked him under his armpits, and threw him out of the room with a clatter.

"Mother!" Manager Yan groaned incessantly, and fell to the ground hard after weeping and scolding his mother.

The brocade box engraved with flowing cloud patterns rolled around, and rolled under a pair of boots embroidered with gold and silver threads.

Manager Yan saw that he could not swear this time, so he knelt down again, endured the pain in his body and said in a trembling voice: "My lord."

After a moment of silence, the superior said "Get up", but Manager Yan still didn't dare to move, and stammered: "The slave is guilty."

"Convicted." Hearing this, the prince seemed to sneer, "Get up."

Manager Yan hurriedly picked up the ginseng, and then got up bravely.

He took a few steps back a little later, not even daring to lift his head, just waiting for the prince to say something.

This is Prince Jing, Pei Jing.

Then he said coldly, "Since you don't want it, then throw it to the dogs."

"Hey the dog." Manager Yan felt very distressed, it cost a lot of money to get it, even if the master doesn't want it, don't throw it away, isn't this a waste of money?

Before he felt sorry enough, there was another gust of wind, and the deadly prince brushed past his shoulder, making him dare not even vent his breath.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps disappeared far away that Manager Yan took the brocade box.I was already thinking about it, so I just threw it away, which is a pity.

Pei Jing left the west inner courtyard, but within a few steps, a servant ran towards him.After careful consideration, Pei Jing's eyes were already clear.

"Your Majesty." The young servant hurriedly said, "Young Master Xin is here."

Sure enough, it was him, Pei Jing frowned, thought for a while and said, "Prepare the carriage."

"Yes." The boy responded and immediately left.

……

Facing the golden light that filled the courtyard, Xin Ruoyuan half-closed his eyes, shaking the folding fan in his hand.

A pair of charming peach blossom eyes, slender eyebrows, black as ink, the true way is a gentleman.With a delicate face, she glanced in front of the people, only to see a maid immediately blushed and lowered her head.

Xinruo looked up and laughed, as if he was satisfied with his charm.

After laughing, he said quietly: "If you still behave like this, get out of the house first."

Suddenly, a man came out from under the flower stand. He was a man of seven feet tall and strong, with a dignified and dignified appearance.

Xin Ruoyuan suppressed his smile, and bowed awkwardly, "Cao Min pays homage to Prince Jing."

Pei Jing didn't even look at it, just sat down on the stone bench, "It's about time."

"I heard that you gave Qingchen a thousand-year-old ginseng, so I naturally want to come and observe it." Xin Ruoyuan shook his peach-blossoming folding fan and said, "I guess Qingchen must have been thrown out of the room, why don't you give it away?" Me, such a rarity can be sold for a good price."

"Sure enough, there is no business and no adultery." Pei Jing was not angry when he was exposed, and only smiled sarcastically, "It's a pity that he came late, and he has already fallen into the dog's mouth."

Knowing that it would be the answer, Xin Ruoyuan was fine, so he opened one to send the breeze, "Unfortunately, in the hands of you, a prince who doesn't know how to style, it will be ruined." He sighed for a moment, Pei Jing just sneered and remained silent. .

It's just that this regret is gone again, Xin Ruoyuan blinked his peach blossom eyes, arousing countless love, "There is a good luthier in the Xueyu building, why don't the prince accompany Cao Min to watch it."

Prince Jing neither nodded nor shook his head, but he had asked someone to prepare the carriage in advance, knowing this moment, how could he disagree.