please sleep

There is no ferry gate, and the scorching sun is in the sky.This place is different from the general execution ground. This place is the execution ground for all the treacherous criminals, rebellious ministers and thieves.What is no crossing, those who violate the heavenly relationship will not be reborn forever, there will be no reincarnation, and the soul will have nowhere to cross.

Today is the day when King Ming executes his sentence, and the court is full of civil and military affairs, with mixed feelings.During the reign of the first emperor, Kangshun's old age, the battle for the heir was fiercer than ever before. In those few months, the blood of the princes stained the palace red.After this vicious battle to seize the heir, only a few young princes survived, that is, the three kings of the present dynasty, who were more than twenty years apart from the present court saint.However, when the sky turned against the times, it caused disasters, and when people turned against virtue, it caused chaos. Today, the king of the Ming Dynasty seeks to endanger the country, but none of the courtiers stand up to write a letter.

On the high platform, Qi You and Qi Ye sat side by side, and the emperor arranged for King You and King Ye to be the executioners.

"The auspicious time has come, execution."

The executioner raised his knife and fell, and the kingdom of Nanxia lost a prince from then on.

"Ahem, it's a pity, King Ming just went like this. As a courtier, you should abide by your duty, how dare you covet something that doesn't belong to you, then you will only end up with your head on the ground, what do you think, King Ye?"

"Yes. I don't know if King You's health is better. I heard that there is a genius doctor Lang in Jianghu. I can find it for King You and treat you."

"No, we can meet each other by fate. I have been weak since I was a child. When the first emperor was still alive, I was called a medicine jar by your brothers, and now I am still a medicine jar prince. Cough cough, that's all my life number." Cough, even a white handkerchief turned red, shocking.

After Qi You left, Qi Ye walked towards the head, "Your Majesty Ming, you will not die with peace. Whatever you want to do, my brother will do it for you."

In the study room of Prince Ye's mansion, on the table are the land deeds and property list sent by Cui Mian's trustee, which is very eye-catching.

"What did he say?"

"No, it was sent by Taoman."

"Go down."

Qi Ye looked at a few pieces of paper, was upset, grabbed them, hugged them into a ball and threw them to the ground hard.

Daily teahouses, restaurants, vegetable market neighborhoods, one of the tasks of tongue existence is to chew the root of the tongue.

"Have you heard that Cui Meiren was abandoned by King Ye?"

"Really? Isn't he Prince Ye's number one male favourite?"

"So what, even the Jue Se Mansion has been taken back."

"That's right, a neighbor who often goes to theaters said that the Jue Se Mansion is empty."

"That's right, that's right, I also heard that Cui Mian went to Zuixianju to resume his old job."

"What does it mean to go back to the old job? That's what people can do all the time. It's just the difference between serving one person and serving a group of people, hahahahaha."

"Yes, yes, when will our brothers go to see the beauty~"

"It's a beautiful idea. Are you rich? You..."

……

"Brother, take it easy, take it easy..."

In Zuixianju, Tao Man had just been framed out, and he was full of anger.

He tried to persuade Cui Mian to come back with good intentions, but instead of listening, he was thrown out. Thinking of seeing Cui Mian smiling coquettishly and coquettishly in front of a group of beasts just now, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Brother Wen Jun said that he was taken in, and he tried to persuade him several times, but he refused to leave, hmph, let him humiliate himself.

Tao returned to Wenjun's house full of anger.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Wen Jun threw away the two lines of the book that he hadn't read, but looked up and saw only one person, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

"he,"

"You can pull him down. If he doesn't come, what else does he say that unless brother Wen Jun really likes him, he won't step in here. It's really shameless. I think he is born to be mean, and he insists on staying in the drunk A place like Xianju is his den. Hey, brother Wenjun, what's wrong with you?"

Taoman found that Wen Jun's face was not very good-looking, and thought he shouldn't mention that,

"Brother Wen Jun, I understand that he is difficult for others, you don't have to force yourself. Besides, you really did everything you can to him. It's him, Cui Mian, who doesn't know what's good."

"I, I'm fine. I'll go out for a while."

After Wenjun finished speaking, he went out.He thought of the calligraphy and paintings consigned in Wenxuan Pavilion and several shops, and went to see how they were selling.In fact, he didn't have to go to see it today, but he just wanted to go out.

It was still afternoon when he went there, the sun was shining brightly, passing Zuixianju, he raised his head and glanced at the three large gilt characters, and then hurried past, but he was always thinking about something in his heart.

Wenjun sat down and drank tea with the storekeepers for a while, and collected some small silver. When he came back, it was already night, and the streets and houses were all lit.

Come to the Zuixianju again, the Zuixianju at night is not willing to be lonely, the burning lights, embellishing the Zuixianju with jewels and jewels.

Wen Jun stopped, hesitating in his heart... Cui Mian is right there.

Just when he was determined to leave, he heard the chatter of the guests from Zuixianju:

"I'm afraid Cui Meiren can't eat enough to walk away today."

"It deserves it, who told him to pretend to be high-minded, what kind of shit is not humble, and secondly, he is not low-minded. A male prostitute, and he won't do it!"

"He thought he was still protected by King Ye? Hehe."

"Anyway, he will either drink with him today or have sex, and he will probably be forced to death tonight. As long as he dares to get drunk, then...enjoy it."

"Yeah, there are more than a dozen people, it's no wonder if they don't get played to death."

On the second floor of Zuixianju, the elegant room of "Qingping Pavilion" is not as elegant as the name.

"Come on, keep drinking, Cui Meiren."

"Come on, there is another altar here."

Cui Mian didn't have time to speak at all, several people held down his wrists, directly pressed his back on the table, his hair was also pulled downwards, he was forced to raise his head to welcome the spirits that entered his throat.

"Cough-cough-"

Choking, Cui Mian really wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't, because the continuous flow of wine poured over his entire face like water, and a lot of wine in his eyes made his eyes a little painful.

His clothes were half opened, and the jade-white chest that was exposed was already wet, and there were still drops of water in his delicate collarbone.

Cui Mian is almost drenched all over now, there is a muffled humming sound from his throat, and the overflowing wine leaks from the corner of his mouth all the way to his neck. People were so excited that some even took off their pants and majestically rolled up.

"Bam—"

When Wen Jun opened the door, he saw such a scene.

The veins on his forehead exploded, and in the next second, he didn't know where he was furious, and the hand that usually held a pen had already clenched his fist and waved it out.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

He beat others, and others beat him... He knocked down a few who were already drunk, and the last few were probably scared away by his desperate posture.

"Remember me, kid..."

"Grandpa will settle accounts with you later!"

……

"Bah." Wen Jun spat out the blood in his mouth, and walked towards Cui Mian who was on the table.

Cui Mian, who was too drunk to look good, had a red face, and his brows were still twisted uncomfortably,

"No, I don't want to drink anymore..." Moaned in a low voice

Wen Jun's heart seemed to be pricked by something, he gently stroked the water drops on Cui Mian's face, straightened his hair, and said softly: "Okay, don't drink, let's go home."

Then she took off her coat and put it on him, but Cui Mian's shoes were nowhere to be found.Wenjun carried Cui Mian on his back and walked out of Zuixianju, but was stopped by the bustard, who was also threatened by Wenjun to go back.

Looking around, the moon was shining brightly, and Wen Jun was walking on the quiet corridor with Cui Mian on his back.

Cui Mian lay on Wenjun's back, with both arms around his neck, her two feet dangling in the air, restless.

Wen Jun felt that he was going to fall, so he couldn't help but grab a hand.

"Hold your hands firmly and don't move around." Wen Jun said, blood still rolling in his throat.

After walking for a while, we were farther away from the downtown area, and we could see the hazy lines of the Dailuan hills in the distance, and their shadows were the only ones under the moonlight.

A gust of cold wind blows from the corridor, half-waking Cui Mian.

"Hahahaha, Junjun, you still say you don't like him."

Wenjun knew that he was still drunk, so he didn't intend to answer.

"You don't like him, so why are you carrying him~"

"Don't be shy, I'm so pretty, it's not a loss for you to like me."

"Prudish..."

……

From time to time, the wind that blows is mixed with the scent of evening primrose,

"Hey~ I'm almost home~"

"How do you know?" Wen Jun wondered.

In fact, Cui Mian smelled it when he first came to Wenjun's house, but he didn't see tuberose at Wenjun's house, so it was probably grown by a nearby family.

"I won't tell you. Hahaha, you won't talk to me no matter what....Then, you are willing to talk now, tell me, do you like me?"

Wenjun didn't expect Cui Mian to be so persistent even when he was drunk.

He kept asking him, but Wenjun also wanted to know,

"As you said earlier, you like me... yes, seriously?"

Even though he knew he couldn't see him from behind, Wenjun's face was still red, his heartbeat was disordered, and every sound seemed to come out of his chest, resounding in the silent surroundings.

But there was no answer, Wen Jun stopped, and just wanted to explain that he shouldn't ask such a question abruptly, when there was a snoring sound behind him.

"Ugh."

Wenjun sighed softly, and continued to carry him forward.