Prostitution

On the way out of the palace this day, Yuan Cheng was stopped by Xu Jingyun.

Said that a suspect suspected to be He Pingzhang was caught, and asked him to go to Dali Temple to have a look.

The reason why Shaoqing of Dali Temple had to do it himself was very simple.The Jingzhao Mansion governs the entire capital city, and it is the facade of the imperial city. The emperor intervened a few words, so the arrest operation was raised to an important level.

But it's just a suspected suspect, and there is no need for Dali Temple Minister to interrogate him in person.

Xu Jingyun did this without others, it was a lie that Yuan met by chance on the eve of Qingming.

The wanted criminal disappeared without a trace for half a year, but was suddenly arrested in just a few days. It makes people laugh to think about it. Yuan Cheng couldn't bear to poke him, and ordered the sedan chair to go to Dali Temple.

The torture room was dark and gloomy, with all kinds of instruments of torture everywhere, exuding a decaying smell.

The suspect who had not been tortured in the cell was chained to the cross unscathed.

A soldering iron burned in a charcoal stove for a long time, half of the handle and tip of the soldering iron were buried in the red charcoal, as if they had melted.

"My lord, please take a look." Xu Jingyun handed over a piece of dough.

Yuan Cheng just touched it with his hand, the rough workmanship feels like resin, although it is lubricated, it can hold hands, this kind of skin sticking to the face is not only airtight, but also needs to be modified, it is the lowest disguise technique.

"Where did you catch him?" Yuan Cheng approached and looked at the man, the clothes were worn out, the complexion on his face was similar to that of his neck and hands, and was more bronze in color, one could tell that he didn't often wear that kind of mask.

"Go back to the prince, it's near Jingzhao Mansion."

"Hey, you arrested the wrong person. I'm not He Pingzhang." The suspect said anxiously when he saw the two approaching.

"You said you were just passing by. As far as I know, you have been wandering around Jingzhao Mansion for more than two days."

The suspect laughed instead, "Based on this, even if I intend to steal official money like He Pingzhang, haven't I done it yet? This is considered a crime? Anyone who has the idea of ​​murder and robbery in the world should be arrested. Don't you have a little bit of trouble?" Evil thoughts? Arrest yourself as soon as possible."

"Sophistry! You'd better tell the truth and don't force us to execute the punishment." Xu Jingyun sternly said.

Yuan Cheng felt suspicious, it seemed that Xu Jingyun had randomly caught this suspect to fool him, so he asked, "Why do you want to follow He Pingzhang's example?"

The suspect laughed and said, "Didn't your lord hear clearly? I said even if I didn't mean to follow suit. People in the Jianghu are the most taboo to deal with the government, from the small county government to the Ministry of punishment, let alone Dali Temple, we It's too late to hide."

Yuan Cheng looked at him, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said worriedly, "Since you have already entered Dali Temple, if you don't say anything, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of the prison today."

The suspect felt that this person was joking, "My lord, I am innocent, so I won't spend the rest of my life in prison, right? You handle the case, don't you tell the evidence?"

"Say it or not?" Yuan Cheng calmly picked up the soldering iron.

A cloud of sparks emanated from the charcoal pile, and the heat was steaming.

The suspect immediately felt guilty, and quickly said, "I said, I said, someone paid me to wear that disgusting mask and hang around in front of Jingzhao Mansion, 100 taels a day."

"Who is it?" Xu Jingyun asked.

The suspect's forehead began to sweat, and his anger vented, "I really don't know this. One night, when I was asleep, a package fell from the roof. I opened it and found a piece of paper, a mask and 300 taels of silver inside."

"Where's the note?" Yuan Cheng asked.

"In my crotch..."

A guard walked straight over, took off his pants with a snap, and a ball of paper fell out.The suspect was terrified and quickly clamped his bare legs.

The guard spread out the paper and showed it to the two of them.

After Yuan Cheng looked at it, a sly smile flashed across his lips, and he turned to Xu Jingyun and said, "It seems that what he said is [-]% true, and people don't have to stay in Dali Temple. man of."

The suspect looked at the adult walking away with a bitter face, and said angrily, "I have already explained why I was transferred to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, shouldn't I be released!"

Xu Jingyun raised his foot and kicked, "I asked you just now why you didn't tell me?"

The suspect faltered, "I, I'm afraid that the lord is serious, he looks much more vicious than you, lord..."

When Xu Jingyun heard this, he raised his foot and put it down again. No matter what, the suspect was doing him a little favor.But the prince spoke, and the case of He Pingzhang's theft of official silver had to continue to be investigated.

Here, Yuan Cheng returned to the palace, and his servants told Mr. Wen that he had stayed at the gate of Xiangge for a while.

He called the man himself, and he didn't forget about it. He asked if everything was ready, so he went to Xiangge.

The sun at the end of spring was warm but not dry, it was extremely comfortable, and Wen Wuyu was enjoying the sun comfortably.

But I don't know what is the purpose of adding a water tank and a few tables under the big tree.

From a distance, I saw the prince wearing a peacock-embroidered official uniform with a four-clawed python as the main frame, coming in style in the sunlight.

He straightened up a little, but didn't move his feet to meet him.

Yuan Cheng stood still under the tree and waved to him.

Then he picked up the celadon bowl on the table, put it under his eyes,

"See this thing?"

The bowl was full of yellow things the size of half a pinky fingernail, round like beans and beads.

Wen Wuyu shook his head, "I've never seen it before, is it made of gold?"

He grabbed one with his hands and found that it was quite firm and could not be squeezed.

Yuan Cheng took his wrist and put it into the water tank, "Squeeze it again."

Wen Wuyu squeezed again, and said in surprise, "It's soft!"

Yuan Cheng smiled, and shook the thing out of his hand to the bottom of the tank, "This is called Yingsha, and it is mostly used to decorate the pool. It has various colors. I specially picked gold for you. The only magical and useless thing about this thing is that it meets They grow in water, soak them in a bowl for an hour, and they can grow to about two sizes."

He picked up another thing on the table, which was similar to straw, but it was unusual. The upper part was thick enough to be swallowed with a wide mouth, but it was as thin and soft as paper. The lower part was thin and long like straw, and the mouth was so small that it could only hold a A grain of sand passes through.

Yuan Cheng handed it to him with a playful expression, "Take this, and suck up these Yingsha one by one."

After saying that, he turned his hand over and poured the bottom of the celadon bowl upside down, and Yingsha was completely immersed in the bottom of the water.

Wen Wuyu pinched the straw, completely speechless.

A breeze blows, and the thin straw flutters like a weeping willow.

"There is a reward for completion, of course there is a lot of time, you can think about it first." Yuan Cheng finally said.

Wen Wuyu stood alone for a while, with a young man watching from the side, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to.

I had no choice but to insert the straw into the water tank, bent down to bite on it, and took a deep breath. Yingsha didn't come up, but drank a big mouthful of water.

After several attempts, he figured out the technique. He must open his mouth wide so that his teeth cannot touch the straw.

So repeated, successfully completed a small half bowl.

But after the Yingsha absorbs water and swells, it is not so easy to absorb it up.

After a lot of hard work, he finally completed the last one. He dragged his wet sleeves to return to his command.

The prince, who had changed his official uniform, was wearing a toga that seemed familiar to him, writing like flying to a table of documents.

"My lord..." Wen Wuyu uttered two indistinct syllables.

Yuan Cheng raised his head and laughed twice, "So fast? How's it going, have you learned it yet?"

Wen Wuyu belched and nodded. He wanted to answer, but he couldn't do anything. His stomach was full of water, and the lower half of his face was sore and numb. It was really difficult to open and close his cheeks and jaw. Because he needed to hold his breath from time to time, even with his brain Jen also had some throbbing pain.

Yuan Cheng caught a glimpse of him nodding, so he put down his pen and moved away the paperwork, and leaned back on the chair back, "Come here, I have to check and accept before I can reward you, otherwise you have to continue practicing tomorrow."

Wen Wuyu hurriedly waved his hands, now asking him to do that job would be fatal, he tried his best to speak clearly, "I promise I have learned it, can you wait a few days..."

Speaking of the back, the saliva overflowed, and a stick of thick dripping fell on the clothes on the chest.

Yuan Cheng laughed out loud, half covered his face and couldn't bear to look at him directly.

Wen Wuyu wiped his mouth with his sleeve, looked at the prince who was overjoyed, and laughed a few times.

Yuan Cheng stepped down from his seat, put his hands on his cheeks and rubbed them twice, and asked very gently, "Uncomfortable? Can't speak?"

Wen Wuyu nodded again.

Suddenly, the flesh of the face tightened, and the two cheeks were pulled apart by the prince, loosened and tightened again,

"Go back and pinch it like this more, it will get better soon."

Yuan Cheng slackened his grip, and the smile was hard to calm down, "Do you like Wangfu?"

"Hmm..." Wen Wuyu answered without a word.

"Even if your life is in danger, you still like it?"

Wen Wuyu didn't hide his gaze, and nodded firmly.

Yuan Cheng smiled, patted his face, turned around and left the desk,

"Then you can stay here with peace of mind. I will let you know in advance if I want to kill you someday."

He looked at the bookcase, "Take the piano."

Wen Wuyu followed his gaze to the bookcase, opened the brocade cloth, and a lyre made of pure gold shone brightly.