Daily life of a slave

Wen Hu and Wei Ling did not like each other at first, which was an irreconcilable contradiction caused by limited resources and endless desires.

At that time, Wenhu was still young, and Wei Ling was not that big, and there was still some children's competitive spirit left. They liked to compare everything. Ling was taller than Wenhu, and Wenhu had more flesh than Wei Ling, so it was a tie after a few rounds.

Wen Hu shook the fat on his body, and after a turn of his mind, he stretched out the newly added injury on his arm and proudly showed off to Wei Ling.

"It was hit by my own father, you didn't have it!"

Wei Ling gritted his teeth, his own father had never hit him, after thinking about it over and over again, he had to roll up his trousers embarrassingly to reveal the wound on his leg.

"My own brother did it, and you didn't either."

Unconvinced, Wen Hu stripped off all his clothes and compared them with Wei Ling one by one. Wei Ling held on for a dozen rounds, but in the end, Wen Hu narrowly won by a move.

Wenhu is proud, this is a great victory for a man.As a winner, one should be magnanimous, so from then on, the two of them turned their fights into treasures, and only showed off their recent achievements to each other from time to time, and then sneaked to the kitchen to grab food after showing off, as if they wanted to compress a lifetime of food into those few days After eating the same.

Until one day, Wei Cheng was kicked out of the house by Duke Wei.

"Ah Weng, do you really think that Wei Cheng was kicked out in the first place because Duke Wei made a play to protect him?"

The Wei family was ransacked on the charge of collaborating with the enemy and treason. Only the eldest son Wei Cheng, who was kicked out of the house a year ago, survived. The old butler has been rejoicing for so many years. Fortunately, the heavens have eyes and told the Wei family to stay. Such a bloodline survives.

"What do you mean by that!"

The old housekeeper's old face was tense. For so many years, he always thought that this was the wise old man of the country. In addition, the young master never mentioned this matter when he left home, so he didn't care much about the reason for the future. The eldest young master drove out of the Duke of Wei's mansion.

The Duke's intention was just to keep the young master alive, so why should he care about the excuses he made at the beginning?

"Ah Weng, you've been by Wei Cheng's side for so many years, didn't you really notice it?"

"Wei Cheng has already gone crazy."

**

Wen Shu has always felt uncomfortable when looking at Wei Cheng these days. This man still has a blood feud with him, and he still hasn't forgotten the hatred of the country and the family, but Wei Cheng treats him in every possible way to please him, but he can no longer turn a blind eye as before. .

Of course, except for the fact that he asked Wenhu to come back to serve him, Wei Cheng never let go.

"Could it be possible to forget what General Wei said when you turned around? You asked me to dispose of Wenhu at will, regardless of life or death. Why, can't you bear it?"

After asking for many times to no avail, the uneasiness in Wen Shu's heart became more obvious. When he closed his eyes in the dead of night, he could always feel someone shivering behind him, suppressed, curled up, and finally couldn't help sobbing softly .

Damn it, why didn't he go crazy in other people's room that night!

"Wenshu, I have explained to you many times that Wenhu didn't inform me, and the matter of subjugation has nothing to do with him. After all, he is your own brother, why can't you..."

"Shut up! You guys are so cowardly and dirty, how can I believe such groundless words!"

Wei Cheng no longer argues with Wen Shu, he knows that the two of them will quarrel if this continues, but Wen Shu refuses to let go, he feels that something is wrong with him, something is wrong with the whole person.He should follow Wei Cheng as much as possible, relax his guard, and then look for opportunities to contact the old ministers left by his father. His life is to restore the country, and he shouldn't make these irrational actions.

But he couldn't help but had a big fight with Wei Cheng, or maybe it was just him scolding Wei Cheng unilaterally, Wei Cheng is always like this, accommodating him in every possible way, just because he once stood up for the Wei family. have spoken.

If he hadn't acted impulsively at the beginning, he would have become a dead soul under the knife by now, and the entire Xue family would eventually only be left with him, Wenhu.

What Wei Cheng wanted to protect was that he, Wen Hu, was the only one from the beginning to the end!

"Don't you want to know why Wenhu refused to speak for the Wei family?"

After venting indiscriminately, the fire in Wenshu's heart also subsided a lot, he no longer glared, but he changed back to the bookish prince in the past, with slightly raised eyebrows, endless poems and books Wind*flow.

"Give me Wenhu, I have a solution."

**

Looking at Wenhu, the dog chain in front of him, he wasn't surprised at all, he knew that such a day would come, so he didn't waste a penny, he ate enough, slept enough, and even covered his body warmly Apparently, the old wounds and new wounds on his body were also brought to the doctor to have a look. He also snatched a lot of wound medicine in a pretentious manner, packed them all in boxes and buried them in the garden.

No matter how lowly his life is, he still has to keep it.

When Wen Shu saw Wen Hu, he carefully checked whether the ring around his neck was locked tightly, and whether the shackles on his hands and feet had become lighter. When he found that everything was as usual, Wen Shu nodded with satisfaction.

"Kneel down."

He walked behind Wen Hu, and just raised his foot to kick his knee, but he didn't want to be knelt down by this man first.

"Hmph, bastard."

Wenshu doesn't look down on Wenhu. He has looked down upon Wenhu since he first gained power. He obviously has such good innate conditions but he doesn't know how to cherish them. Slaughtering wimps.

However, Wen Shu was still surprised when he saw the wound on his back.

"I always thought that you were lucky enough to be able to operate freely in the palace without the blessing of your mother's family just relying on your father's favor. Looking at it now, it seems that is not the case."

Wen Shu squats down to appreciate Wen Hu's embarrassment, whenever he thinks that the fifth brother who used to be aloof is now reduced to an ant under his feet, he feels happy, happy to death.

Especially when he saw the expression of grief and resentment appearing on Wenhu's face.

The unabashed jealousy and annoyance on his brother's face pleased Wen Shu, he forgot his original plan to pinch him, and instead sat back in his seat contentedly and raised his teacup leisurely.

"What, dumb?"

Wen Hu rubbed his face, the facial expression just now made his face almost cramp, after a few days, his technique has obviously deteriorated a lot.The shackles jingled with the movement, as if the wind chimes were calling, or as if something beside them was calling, anyway, Wen Shu felt comfortable from the strands of his hair to the tops of his toenails.

"What you see is just an illusion. In fact, the father really favors you."