Prostitution

The next day, in the twilight of the morning, the three of them drove south in a carriage.

The journey was tedious.

The scenery is not pleasant, the sun is scorching, and the wind is disgustingly hot.

Lian Qi drove a carriage for a day, without stopping for a moment on the road, and the carriage was of an extremely ordinary style, without a sunshade eaves. At the end of the day, his complexion was visibly darkened by the naked eye, but it was already late when he arrived in Qiulin Town. can not tell.

Before he could rest for a cup of tea, there were waves of staggered footsteps.

At this time, the few tourists in the inn also went to bed and rested. Due to the commotion, all the guest rooms were lit with candle lights, and there were complaints everywhere.

I vaguely heard the shop owner yawning and asking someone, "What are you doing in the middle of the night, why don't you let me sleep..."

"I'm sorry, the servant may have suffered from heatstroke and suddenly fell ill. Please bear with me."

It was Lian Qi who was replying, his anger was three points low, even in front of the prince, he had never seen him like this.

"Summer heat? I think it's good luck. A heat stroke makes a lot of noise..."

Fortunately, the footsteps that had gathered to fight just now had stopped, and the shop owner muttered a few more words before leaving.

Wen Wuyu couldn't help but feel amused, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Yuan Cheng took a look, and was about to get up when he heard Lian Qi walking quickly in the corridor.

The room was very bright, and as soon as Lian Qi stepped into the door, he froze in place.

The teacups of the two people at the table were half-raised in front of their chests, and they looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.

"Are you suffering from heat stroke? Your face is so dark." It took a while for Yuan Cheng to ask.

"It's Xiao He, trying to escape, but he has already been subdued." The heat stroke should have caused his face to turn pale. Lian Qi touched his face, only feeling that the skin on his face was a bit rough.

Yuan Cheng's eyes turned cold, "Give him a meal in the next three days, just don't starve to death."

Lian Qi took the order to resign.

The prince killed decisively and took people's lives with a snap of his fingers. Wen Wuyu saw it with his own eyes.

Regarding Xiao He's matter, it is not like the prince's usual style. What Wen Wuyu thinks is that the prince might want to make Xiao He's death worthwhile, but he doesn't know what he is planning.

In fact, this time he was not quite right.

How to use Xiao He's life is indeed a problem.

If the Zhong family is still there, Xiao He will still be a bit of a catty.Mrs. Zhong has passed away, so it is really useless to keep him, a chicken rib is tasteless to eat, and it would be a pity to throw it away.

Yuan Cheng simply took it with him, it might come in handy someday.

The curved water flows tirelessly, the night is cool, and the breeze occasionally rushes into the door, bringing the smell of weeds, grass and soil.

It's strange that the two of them have been sitting in a tired carriage all day, and they still haven't slept yet.

Yuan Cheng thought that Wen Wuyu might not be able to open his mouth to drive him back to his room, so he drank the last sip of tea and prepared to retreat consciously.

But Wen Wuyu filled the cup for him again, "Why did the prince capture Xiao He but not kill him? Didn't he always think about how he should die earlier?"

Yuan Cheng's eyes lit up suddenly, and he was eager, "How do you think he should die?"

After he finished speaking, he looked out of the door, realizing that he was clearly trying to curry favor with Wen Wuyu, and this thought made him despise himself.

Wen Wuyu smirked, and said half-seriously, "Why don't we go and end him now, the feeling of being alive is not good."

Yuan Cheng seriously got up after hearing this, "That's fine, but it's a pity that his heart is higher than the sky but his luck is bad enough. If he dies under this moonlit night, the end is not bad."

Wen Wuyu also stood up with a flick of his sleeves, he wanted to test whether the prince was really willing to kill Xiao He, or just pretended in front of him.

The two walked in the dark corridor one after the other.

Going around a few bends to the most remote wing of the guest house, it seems that there are five or six rooms around it, and there is no light in the middle, only the light is on at the end.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a few people sleeping in their clothes, lying scattered.

Seeing that it was the prince who opened the door, he hurriedly shouted, "The master is here, get up quickly!"

A few people around woke up from the dream, hurriedly stood in a row, and knelt together to salute.

Yuan Cheng looked at Wen Wuyu behind him, nodded his chin slightly, and led him to the compartment in the house.

This compartment is very simple, only a palm-thick wooden board is placed in the corner of the wall, leaving a space the size of a toilet.

Regardless of whether it was the original one or a retrofit, Wen Wuyu saw that Xiao He was tied up into a personal rice dumpling with a thick rope as thick as a finger, and placed on a high-backed chair that was only big enough for one person.

The person who was trying to escape just now, his head is like a chicken pecking at rice. He seems to be very sleepy, but he can't sleep well, because if he falls asleep, he will fall off the chair.Tied like a sun-dried salted fish, one can imagine how painful it is to fall.

I don't know if this method of torturing people is the prince's playfulness, or the bad idea of ​​the subordinates.

Someone removed the cloth strips that sealed the mouth and eyes, and slapped Xiao He on the face, "Hey, wake up, wake up!"

Xiao He trembled for a while, and lifted his eyelids, that one screamed, his eyes bouncing around in their sockets like marbles falling to the ground.

When he finally saw who was coming, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, and he said frantically, "It really is you! King Huai Jing! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Although this Xiao He said that he has great vision and low ambition, but he has never been tortured physically and mentally. After being imprisoned for so many days, he is already showing signs of going crazy.

For this kind of person, Wen Wuyu can't laugh or cry, say you hate him, he is also pitiful, don't hate him, let him torture you for nothing and make you angry.

"Don't worry, I'll send you to be a ghost."

Yuan Cheng raised his eyebrows, and the servants immediately handed over the saber.

The light of the knife made Xiao He close his eyes, he could already feel the murderous intent of Feng Ren's growl, so he stopped doing it and smiled sinisterly at Wen Wuyu, "Mr. Wen, you can't even see if you are blind in one eye Know who he is, don’t you regret it if you would rather die than keep a secret? I’m leaving the words here, your end will only be worse, think about the piles of bones, you will be one of them! I advise you to turn your back and be right, Your Majesty, the Emperor is the Son of Heaven, and he will definitely kill you group of rebels!"

Hearing these words, Wen Wuyu was indifferent, and smiled lightly, "But when I came to the capital today, I saw notices posted all over the way to capture Commander Xiao, and the last sentence was, Fa-rectification on the spot."

Regardless of whether he is blind or not, what he does is not only to protect the prince, but Xiao He intends to provoke him, but he doesn't know the point at all, just like a clown.

When Xiao He heard the words, it was like a thunderbolt, he could not calm down for a while, his lips moved and he muttered to himself, "Your Majesty...impossible, your majesty must have been bewitched by slander...you...you framed me..."

Yuan Cheng's patience was exhausted, and he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the shiny blade, "You are still so noisy when you are about to die, Xiao He, you, a promising commander of the Imperial Army, why do you choose to be that gossip, so that you can gossip, and remember not to make mistakes in the next life fetal."

Wen Wuyu glanced at the long knife in the prince's hand, hesitating in his heart whether he should stop him.

At this moment, Yuan Cheng gently pushed him back, "Go away, don't splash your blood all over."

As he said that, he was about to chop off with a knife.

"Mr. Wen, save me, you are a monk..." Seeing the imminent death, Xiao He couldn't help but think of the white Taoist robe he had seen before.

Wen Wuyu was startled, he didn't have time to reach out and grab Yuan Cheng's sleeve, Yuan Cheng turned his head in doubt, the attendant next to him drew his knife sharply, saying that he would dirty the prince's hands by killing him.

The speech is completed in one go with the sword in hand.It can be seen that during this period of time, the attendants have suffered a lot because of carrying Xiao He as a burden.

The humming of the blade shook the room, and it was silent for a moment.

Xiao He fell to the ground with a bang, his body twitched for a while, the blood gushing from his neck quickly invaded the red ground.

Yuan Cheng was speechless, and waved his fingers a little, signaling for them to clean up the mess.

Then put Wen Wuyu's shoulders on him and turned him around. It's too late to mourn in silence.

Wen Wuyu didn't really feel guilty at all, thinking that when the head cut off by the prince's sword rolled to his feet that day, although his heart tightened, he didn't blink.

What's more, Xiao He almost took his life, so he didn't feel any remorse in his heart.So he put aside the slight discomfort of seeing blood before going to bed.

The two returned the same way.

The stars are few and far between, the clouds drift away with the wind, and a bright moon emerges, hanging alone in the night sky.

The night is very quiet, ambiguous.

Yuan Cheng's heart was choked with words, but there was a day when he was timid, hesitating and unable to speak.

Finally, he stopped on a dark road approaching the dormitory.

Wen Wuyu took two steps out of habit and couldn't help but stop, looking back at him strangely.

In the next moment, he realized that the prince's room had arrived, so he turned around and left by himself.

Yuan Cheng opened his mouth at this moment, his brows and eyes slightly drooped to hide in the moonlight, and his voice was soft, "Actually, you don't have to test me."

Wen Wuyu smiled, and generously admitted, "How does the prince see it?"

"Because of your temperament, you are not a murderous person."

It is said that it is buying murder, from the beginning of the plan to now, how many people have those desperadoes killed?It must have been specifically ordered by the employer.

Looking back like this, the original sees the end.

Wen Wuyu sighed, "My lord is really as careful as dust."

The silver-white moonlight dragged and stretched Wen Wuyu's figure, and climbed over his shoulders, and the silhouettes of the two people on the ground overlapped.

The person in front of him had bright eyes reflecting the moon, extremely clear.

It wasn't that the moonlight got him drunk, but that he was fascinated by the calm and composed person.

Yuan Cheng suddenly crumpled up the past and the future, and discarded it thousands of miles away—I figured it out!

Intrigues, painstaking efforts, wealth and imperial power, who will win in the end?Hades.No one in the world can escape the word death.

In the end, you will hurt yourself.Why bother?

"My heart is for you, and I hope you are the same for me."

Wen Wuyu lost his mind in a trance, these words floated down, deep, and hoarse because of embarrassment, as if coming from the moonlight, but the moment it hit his heart was like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

A few days ago, he used this to mock the prince secretly, but now he has no idea.

Wen Wuyu's mind was bewildered, he couldn't think of how to respond, he just kept drooping his eyes and rubbing his lips.

Yuancheng waited for a while without replying, then his eyes became active. Seeing that he was indifferent and mocking, he knew that he was secretly thinking about what to do, so he strode forward and grabbed his hand and led him into the room.

"I'm just telling you, yes or no."

One word awakened the dazed man, Wen Wuyu came back to his senses and squinted at him, broke free and sat down at the table coldly,

"The lord is not only as careful as dust, but also his nature will never change."

Yuan Cheng didn't care, nor was he angry, and started to undress.

Wen Wuyu's eyes became more and more dazed, and he snorted coldly, "Not only does the nature remain unchanged, but also the nature is hard to change."

These words made Yuan Cheng laugh, hehe, he fell down on the bed, "Don't care what your nature is? In short, it's only for you."

Wen Wuyu snorted again, his embarrassment easily ignited, "I'm not as broad-minded as the prince, and I'm not in such a good mood as the prince."

Yuan Cheng squinted and wrapped the quilt tightly, "I don't have to do that, it's up to you where you want to go."

Wen Wuyu took a sip of tea and couldn't swallow it. Finally, he turned his back to the bed and swallowed it down his throat suddenly. The mouth was too big, which made his throat sore for a while.