Prostitution

When Wen Wuyu woke up again, it was already broad daylight.

His active eyeballs rolled around, it was his own room.

Humming a little tune from behind, a few big bundles were piled up on the table.

He propped up the bed with one hand, sat up tremblingly, his forehead felt a needle-like pain, he raised his hand and touched a layer of coarse cloth, looked down, his left hand was bandaged and hung around his neck.

"Wenqu."

Wen Qu turned around, greeted him with a smile like a flower, "Master is awake."

Wen Wuyu looked at his left hand on his chest, and before he could ask any questions, Wen Qu bent his waist and scolded him,

"You are too useless, you can break your hand if you fall, don't worry, you are not disabled, you will be fine after half a month of raising it, alas, it took a lot of money, the money you entrusted to me for safekeeping is almost gone, Take out your private money, don't be so stingy, I won't spend it on you."

Wen Wuyu didn't seem to have heard these remarks, and asked about other things, "Did the bustard give you the reward yesterday?"

Wen Qu took out the bank note in his pocket, and threw it in his hand angrily, "Here, 1000 taels, here you are!"

Seeing Wen Wuyu put away the banknote and hid it under his pillow, he muttered angrily, "You're stingy, you have no conscience, it's a pity I spent a lot of money to carry you back, it's so heavy, like a dead pig Shen!"

Wen Wuyu put his left ear in and out of his right ear, and checked his injuries, "I'll give you extra for the household, and I'm going to serve you in the palace, and you'll have your share of delicious food and spicy food."

Wen Qu asked strangely, "How do you know that the prince bought you?"

Wen Wuyu glanced at the lumps of softness, he had a severed hand but was not blind, let alone a clear mind.

Wen Qu let out a breath, and started to rummage through the boxes again, "I said, why did you faint when you saw the prince? You have never seen a pig running and you have eaten pork."

Thinking of last night, Wen Wuyu felt numbness in his back again. If the hand pinching his veins was loosened for a moment, he might die of anger, "You know a vegetable basket."

After pondering for a moment, he hesitated, "I'd better not go to the palace."

Wen Qu looked back at him in surprise, "Why?"

"Looking at the prince's face, he is cruel and merciless, and he is not easy to serve. I am afraid that if he goes away, he will never return, and his life will be lost."

Wen Qu rushed in front of him like a gust of wind, "Hurry up, don't pretend, you often go to the next door to privately meet with Mr. Yu, and ask him about the prince, don't you have admired him for a long time!"

Wen Wuyu's expression was as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly, "Bah, I will adore him, your eyes are blurred!"

"I thought I didn't know, then Mr. Yu came out of the palace and came back here, and stayed for less than a month!"

"Then you must have seen him delirious and unhappy, he must have suffered quite a blow, maybe the palace is haunted, and he was quite frightened." He deliberately shivered violently as he spoke, showing a frightened look.

Wen Qu was half-believing, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He opened his big mouth and pointed at him and smiled, "Who are you kidding! Even if there are ghosts, aren't you a Taoist priest? Go catch ghosts!"

Wen Wuyu snorted, not as knowledgeable as him, "Do you think Taoist priests specialize in catching ghosts and subduing demons? I told you not to read wild books on weekdays. If you read them instead, you will lose your mind sooner or later."

The kung fu and melodies that are hard to read, but the dirty words of shit and fart are also learned from his master, and he is used to changing the topic when he can't find it.

At this moment, he held a birdcage made of pure gold with his fingers, and the three sparrows in it fluttered around the walls in shock, and asked in disgust, "Why do you bring this thing?"

Wen Wuyu swept his eyes away, "I warn you, if you play with them to death, I will ask Wu Qu to stew you with them."

Satisfied, Wen Qu let go of his hand, and the birdcage fell on the table with a snap. It swayed from side to side a few times, but managed to avoid falling to the ground. "You don't eat meat! I'll go and see if Wu Qu is ready."

Then Pidiandian trotted out the door.

Wen Wuyu thought of something, and hurriedly called him, "Wait, wait, can someone come to pick us up?"

"Ah? I haven't heard of it, what's the matter, you still want the prince to carry a sedan chair to welcome you in?" Wen Qu stood at the door.

"Didn't you say that you have to elevate yourself so that others will take pity on you?"

"Yeah..." Wen Qu recalled his high-cold theory, thought for a long time and asked, "What should I do?"

When Wen Wuyu thinks about problems, he always rolls his eyes, like rolling his eyes, as if asking for help from the gods in the sky.

Wen Qu looked at it for a while and rolled his eyes, and finally waited until he was ordered, saying, read it tomorrow.

At night, King Huaijing's mansion.

Yuan Cheng retreated to the left and right, strolling in the garden.

This small garden is located in his private inner house, except for Lian Qi and a few confidantes, no one dares to go in and out, let alone take care of it, the flowers and plants grow extremely lush and messy.

When the Big Dipper flickered, Lian Qifei stepped on the roof, stepped on a raised eaves, and saw the messy flowers gradually spread out in an orderly manner, revealing a narrow open space.

Yuan Cheng stepped on his foot three times, and a copper door suddenly appeared in the open space, and then the copper door retracted silently into the ground, revealing a downward stone step.

The candlelight flickered dimly, and Yuan Cheng entered the tunnel alone.

As soon as he stood up straight, he was greeted with a bear hug. A teenager got into his arms and pressed his face against his chest.

"Yuancheng, I miss you so much..."

Yuan Cheng smiled dotingly, caressing the boy in his arms, "Didn't I see you yesterday..."

"I want to be with you every day..." the boy said aggrievedly with a slightly nasal voice.

Yuan Cheng gently lifted the boy's chin, and kissed tenderly on his lips, "Wait a little longer."

The young man's complexion is white that has not seen the sun for many years, his bones are thin, his face is good-looking, and his brows and eyes reveal childish innocence, "Even if you say this once a year, you have said it more than a dozen times. When will I hear you say it?" Can."

Yuan Cheng sighed silently.

The young man gradually clenched his fists and looked at him closely, "Is it true that you are greedy for beauty outside and are afraid that I will cause you trouble if I go out?"

After finishing speaking, the young man left abruptly, holding the bookcase wall with his hands, tears welling in his eyes, trying not to make a sound.

Illuminated by the candlelight, his face was bright and dark, and there were many shadows, which made him even more distressing.

"Mingxiu," Yuan Cheng approached slowly, put his arms around his shoulders and turned him around, lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears welling up in his eyes,

"You have worked very hard in the past 20 years, but if we are not careful, we will fall short. I am afraid that we will end up like our parents. I have already explained to you that those things about Yingying and Yanyan are just to deceive people."

Mingxiu sobbed slightly, his deep soothing voice reassured him, and his expression became brighter, "I know not to be impulsive, but I just stay in the dark secret room every day, I am afraid that one day you will forget me..."

Yuan Cheng's eyes were as gentle as water, he stopped talking, bent down, bit his earlobe and sucked slowly, and easily untied his clothes with his hands.

Ming Xiu's body and mind were numb, and the breath he exhaled was scorching, and he lay on his neck and drifted with the tide.

Yuan Cheng bent his knees and hugged him horizontally, sending him to the soft bed.He leaned forward, stuck his fingers into his underpants, bit the buttons of the clothes with his lips and teeth, and kissed this unusually fair body tenderly.

Minor groans filled the air, and Mingxiu couldn't help but shrink into his arms, her legs gradually opened, wrapping around his waist.

Yuan Cheng teased and fiddled with his swollen jade vessel from time to time, and with a sweet and satisfying guttural sound, Ming Xiu climbed to the top and collapsed on his chest.

Yuan Cheng raised his buttocks, put his fingers soaked in lust into the warm pussy, expanded it slightly, and completely submerged Anger's clone.The semi-soft jade against his abdomen stood upright again.

The candlelight jumping on the wall seemed to be radiant, and Yuan Cheng smiled knowingly in this light.

The next day.

Before Yuan Cheng was about to go to court, he suddenly remembered the old gold he bought with 1 taels of silver ticket the day before yesterday, and asked Lian Qi seriously,

"Has Mr. Wen, a fake Taoist priest, entered the mansion?"

Lian Qi replied respectfully, "Not yet."

Facing the rising sun on Dongshan Mountain, Yuan Cheng rubbed his chin, and a sly look flashed in his eyes, "Send someone a message, if you don't see anyone after the court, tell him that if you want to carry a sedan chair for eight people, you will have to cut off your hands." Not enough, you have to break your leg."