Prostitution

What do you expect?

I hope that there will be a white head in the world, and the next life will be sent to the same acupoint.

The wine enters the intestines thousands of times, the cold night is cold, and the shadow of the moon is lonely.

In this palace, it is clear that the pillars of the country should be limited to households, but the Zhumen are tightly closed and there is not even a bodyguard for the night.

It was deserted, like being swallowed up by the night.

The cabinet in the mansion, since the evening, has entered and exited several times to deliver wine attendants, and the people inside have not shown up for several hours.

Lian Qi has been guarding the door, not daring to knock easily.

He listened attentively, and there was the sound of wine jars hitting the table from time to time in the cabinet. After waiting for a while, there was no sound inside. He carefully pushed open a crack in the door, and saw a person lying on his back on the couch, facing the mouth of the jar and directly pouring into his mouth. Drinking, I am afraid that the clothes have also eaten a lot of wine, and there are several empty jars overturned on the ground beside the couch.

Lian Qi closed the door, thought about it for a while, and then went out of the house.

"Drink a lot, you should be drunk." It was Qu Tongyin who leaked the liquid, and peeked through the crack of the door.

Just as he was talking, the man sat up suddenly, and scooped up some wine jars crookedly.

The two looked at each other in blank dismay. If this went on like this, it would really be a good talk about Sang Luo's drunken menstruation. A good talk is a good talk, but getting sick from drinking is not worth the loss.

Qu Tongyin sighed softly, and ordered Lian Qi in a low voice, "Ask me to cook a bowl of hangover soup."

Then push the door.The smell of wine is so strong that you can get close to someone who abuses the wine. The smell is so strong that it will stink, Qu Tongyin covered his nose and coughed twice to remind the sluggish person on the couch that there is a guest.

Yuan Cheng half-closed his eyes, and glanced at him, not like he was drunk, at least he didn't recognize the wrong person, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm afraid you'll die from drinking." Qu Tongyin reached out to grab the wine jar in his arms.

"Don't move." Yuan Cheng protects the calf affectionately, and opens his hand with a slap.

Qu Tongyin hurriedly took it back, covered the back of his hand and rolled his eyes at him, "I have something serious to tell you, related to Mr. Wen, will you listen?"

"Love to talk but not to talk." Yuan Cheng was unmoved, and said sullenly, his eyes were bright, but in a bewildered state, he stared blankly at Fang Liang.

Qu Tongyin didn't expect him to go to Wen's house and suffer such a big blow, and he became indifferent in a blink of an eye. If this is true, it is not a bad thing, but no matter how you look at it, under the indifference, he is devastated.

"I have to say a few words to you," Qu Tongyin pushed the wine jar aside, sat directly on the table, and put on an attitude of a big brother, with deep love and responsibility, "You really have a heart for Mr. Wen, so you shouldn't give up on yourself. In the end It was our mistake that caused Mr. Wen to suffer. His father’s body is not yet cold, but should we expect him to treat each other with kind words? Be patient and don’t force him.”

Yuan Cheng had a reaction now, a reaction to drinking, tilted the jar, and poured another big mouthful, poured fiercely, half of it dripped into his collar, his breath fluctuated, his eyes finally stopped being distracted, and he stared straight into the distance, Angry and wronged.

"Did you hear it?" Seeing that he was silent, Qu Tongyin turned up the volume.

"I heard it!" Yuan Cheng choked back impatiently, took a deep breath, and murmured, "How dare I force him, I don't count on it anymore, what do I count on..."

Qu Tongyin didn't know what to say, so he could only follow his own words and continued, "Anyway, drowning your sorrows with wine is not the way..."

"He said it himself, the winner is the king and the loser," Yuan Cheng said in a shaky mind, whispering to himself in a low voice, "I killed so many people, and he said it was right."

As he spoke, he sat up suddenly, kicked over the empty jar at his feet, and the wine jar rolled off the blanket and fell to the floor with a dull sound.

He stared at Qu Tongyin, full of dissatisfaction, and blamed vaguely, "Even his parents, he didn't say a word of hatred. In the end, what kind of empathy is all lies! What's wrong with me, if I don't kill, the one who dies is Me! He can also murder me, why lie to me with high-sounding words!"

Qu Tongyin was stunned, probably figured out what he was referring to, sighed secretly, and said slowly, "He came to the capital to enter the palace to be sure that Master Wen and his wife are still alive, and it would not be wise to provoke you. What he said at the time was not entirely false The words may be true or false, but tolerance has its limits, and now that Mr. Wen is dead, if he can still understand, then he has a heart of stone. And you, what's so difficult about understanding his feelings. "

Yuan Cheng's lips twitched slightly, and he didn't know whether he had listened to these words or not, so he lowered his head slumpedly,

"He's just acting in front of me, he doesn't even have half a thought about me..."

"He asked Xu Jingyun to find out about the circumstances of Mr. Wen's murder. He should know that you can't blame it entirely on you. Let him calm down and he will be fine."

Qu Tongyin spoke quickly for a while, not knowing that the two of them met in the morning and had cut off their friendship.

"Really... no wonder..." Yuan Cheng said in a compassionate voice, his shoulders shook slightly, like a laugh.

"What?" Qu Tongyin felt that something was wrong, moved closer to him, and patted his shoulder with his hand.

"After all, I am self-indulgent. Go back."

Yuan Cheng raised his face, stood up indifferently, walked around him unsteadily, took a few jugs on the table, and filled the wine glass with a swing.

"Stop drinking..."

Qu Tongyin saw him holding the jug, and was about to stop him, the next moment Yuan Cheng toasted, when the shallow cup touched his lips and was thrown over suddenly, he suddenly moved forward, fell to the window, and vomited wildly into the spittoon.

All that came out was bitter water.

The past two-phase lingering, it's all about welcoming.

No wonder it was so easy to say forgiveness.

If you don't hate, you will naturally have no love, and you will be unfeeling and decisive, and you will not care that what you say is like a thousand arrows piercing your heart.

Life and death are irrelevant.

He is a loner through and through, and he makes a self-righteous affection.

After calming down for a while, drinking the hangover soup, Yuan Cheng was still leaning against the wall, his eyes were empty, and his soul seemed to be out of his body.

Qu Tongyin knew that he couldn't ask him why he was like this, so he started another topic, "Mingxiu, he has a high level of comprehension, and we can let him take care of his own affairs in a short time."

Yuan Cheng remained silent.

"When you are free, talk to my father, he always asks about you."

"Qi Jue sent the letter back, you know, Zhong Ming Zhong Ding has been executed, but it will take a long time to stabilize the morale of the army, it is best for our side to take another action."

Yuan Cheng still kept his eyes open, listening but not listening.

"Mingxiu asked me to deliver a decree to all the officials tomorrow for the funeral of Mr. Wen."

Yuan Cheng looked at him at this moment, and said without emotion, "I said no need."

"There is also a decree for rewarding Lord Wen as the first-class protector of the country, and Mrs. Wen."

"It's just vanity, he doesn't need it."

Qu Tongyin smiled, with deep meaning, "The words are so, but the emperor must reward them, otherwise the living will not be chilled."

Yuan Cheng bowed his head and pondered for a moment, "Forget about the funeral, you bring him the reward decree, don't read it out, so as not to annoy him."

"En." Qu Tongyin responded, and suddenly his eyes became hot, he turned his face away, and coughed, "You treat him well, one day he will understand."

There was grayness between Yuan Cheng's brows and eyes, but the faint smile was relieved, "He has Wenqu, Xie Wancheng, and Master, and he lacks everything. I don't have anything good to be attached to. The banquet is over."

"Yuan Cheng..."

"I have you and the old man, and I don't lack anything."

Yuan Cheng stood up with one hand on the wall, grabbed his shoulders and pushed towards the door.

"You still have Lian Qi..." Qu Tongyin interjected.

"Yes, go back quickly, don't keep people waiting." Yuan Cheng opened the door.

Qu Tongyin stepped out of the threshold and stopped to look back at him, but the other party pretended to be impatient and rushed to urge him away, so he had to turn around and blend into the night.

Lian Qi by the door, just about to ask for the crime of arbitrarily asserting, Yuan Cheng waved his hand again, and closed the door by himself.

On the window lattice, the candlelight is reflected, and the phantom is lonely.

The high-spiritedness of the past has faded away without a trace.

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If you feel that Yuan Cheng is pitiful, just think about how he bullied Wen Wuyu's balance~