PFC Chapter 510 Pei Zheng
Chapter 510 Pei Zheng
"My Lord..." Chu Ziyu panted, his voice hoarse and broken, but he still forced himself to kneel straight. His fingertips trembled slightly, but he steadily picked up the scattered documents on the ground and presented them with both hands, "Your memorial... is dirty."
There was still blood on his lips, the corners of his eyes were red, and his long eyelashes were trembling. Although he was in a very miserable state, he still maintained the reserve and submissiveness of a young master from an aristocratic family.
Lin Ci'an stared at him, then suddenly reached out and pinched his chin, forcing him to look up.
"Does it hurt?" He said in a low voice with a hint of mockery.
Chu Ziyu shook his head gently, but a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his lips due to his strength and slid down his porcelain-white jaw.
Lin Ci'an's thumb rolled heavily over the corner of his lips, rubbing away the blood, like wiping a bright mark on the snow.
He said in a cold voice: "Since you know that you are a knife, you should understand that if the knife becomes dull, I can always change it."
Chu Ziyu lowered his eyebrows and replied meekly, "Yes."
Lin Ci'an sneered, turned around and tried to leave, but his wide sleeves accidentally knocked the teacup off the table.
"Snapped!"
The celadon teacup shattered in front of Chu Ziyu, and the flying fragments cut a thin scratch on the hem of his plain white clothes.
Lin Ci'an subconsciously released the hand that was holding him.
At this moment, Chu Ziyu's body swayed slightly, as if he could no longer hold on, and fell forward -
Lin Ci'an almost instinctively reached out to grab his shoulder, but Chu Ziyu turned his body unnoticeably and avoided his hand.
His slender fingers were supported between the broken porcelain, and his palms were cut by the sharp edges. Blood beads flowed down along the porcelain-white knuckles, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
——At this moment, the door of the study was pushed open.
"My Lord! Urgent news from the border—"
The man was dressed in dark clothes, with the sword still on his waist, and it was obvious that he had just come from the training ground.
He has sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a strong outline, but a pair of eyes as clear as a young man. He is Lin Ci'an's trusted confidant, the deputy general Pei Zheng.
Before he finished speaking, his eyes had already fallen on Chu Ziyu who was kneeling on the ground;
His fingers were resting on the broken porcelain, his fingertips trembling slightly, and blood was dripping along the distinct finger bones, making his hands look even paler like jade and so fragile that they seemed as if they would break at the slightest touch.
Chu Ziyu lowered his head, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
——He calculated that Pei Zheng would come in at this time.
——I also calculated that Lin Ci'an would let go.
——He also calculated exactly how heartbreaking it would be for others to see his sick body and bloody hands.
From Pei Zheng's perspective, the white-clothed strategist was lowering his head to pick up the broken porcelain. His pale fingertips were cut, and blood dripped onto the military report, spreading a glaring red. The Marquis just watched coldly.
Pei Zheng's pupils shrank.
——The Marquis actually asked Mr. Chu to pick up the broken porcelain with his bare hands! He really hated him!
He heard from his servants in the morning that the Marquis was very dissatisfied with the new counselor today, but he did not expect it to reach this point.
Chu Ziyu's reputation as a weakling was well known in the whole mansion. At this moment, his thin shoulders were almost transparent under the candlelight, and his coughing and wheezing were so light that they seemed to be breaking...
"Pei Zheng." Lin Ci'an interrupted his thoughts in a cold voice, "Where's the urgent news?"
Pei Zheng suddenly came back to his senses, handed the secret letter with both hands, but could not help but glance at Chu Ziyu again.
The man was reaching for the last piece of broken porcelain with his bloody fingertips. When his wide sleeves slipped down, a circle of bruises was revealed on his wrist - clearly caused by the marquis's pinching just now.