Those years when I climbed the wall

The light was dim, and Mu Yunqi endured sore hands and the urge to urinate, and insisted on lying down with a smirk after being poisoned by persimmons. After reading the last chapter of "The Secret History of the Empress Dowager--Shaofu Chapter" serialized in this issue of the tabloid, he got up and relieved himself. After relieving his internal urgency, he looked up and saw that the man was still lying on the desk writing rapidly, so he asked him what he was doing.

Shao Jingheng put down his pen, and scratched at the abacus: "It's the end of the month again, I will calculate your Majesty's shortcut fee for this month so that I can pay the bill."

Mu Yun begged and sneered: "It's been so many years, have you ever seen me give money?"

The man shook his head: "Never."

Mu Yun prayed angrily: "Then do you still remember?" Suddenly he felt a little chilled: I'm afraid I've fallen in love with a fool, right?

"Always remember," the man lowered his head and wrote down a number on the paper, "Besides, you don't have to pay in cash."

"No money?" Mu Yunqi touched his chin, "Then how do we pay?"

"Repay the debt with your body!" The man's tone was taken for granted, "I have long since stopped expecting money from His Majesty, because this account is no longer what it used to be, but His Majesty never looks at it and accepts everything according to the order, so I don't know." .”

"What?" Mu Yunqi was startled, rushed to grab the bill, glanced at it roughly, blushing: "You... just remember the number of times and forget it, but you still stipulate the duration... and details?!"

The man said solemnly: "There are no regulations on these things, does it count if I tripped over His Majesty once?"

"This..." Mu Yunqi withdrew his outstretched foot silently, "That's all, but this...ladder is my own, why should it be counted?"

The man laughed like a philistine: "Your Majesty brought your own, but did I agree? Nowadays, you are not allowed to bring your own drinks when you go to restaurants. Who will be to blame if you get poisoned by drinking fake wine? In the same way, Your Majesty brought his own ladder. In case of a fall and sprain, who can tell if the ladder is not strong or the wall is too high?"

Mu Yunqi was anxious: "So, I use the ladder you provided, but I don't need to pay extra?"

"That's right!" The man nodded, "I'm only thinking about His Majesty's safety. I think that in the future, I will skip the ladder and go directly to the door. But in this case, I have to find someone to wait for Your Majesty. That's it. One more expense..."

Mu Yunqi couldn't bear it anymore: "Thousands of tricks and tricks, you don't need to take this shortcut! From now on, I will never go to the harem every night to create a prince..." Before he could finish his words, he was tripped by something and fell headlong into the man who was full of people. Is the bosom of malice.

After half an hour.

With great difficulty closing his sore legs, Mu Yunqi clung to the man's neck weakly: "Go back...to the bed...my waist...sore!"

As he said, a sly smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth: "Your Majesty, you should know that this bed is more expensive than the desk."

Mu Yun prayed like a silk: "Next time, I... I... take the bed with me!"

"Then there will be a venue fee!" The man's smile became more and more charming.