Prostitution

Zun opened his mouth and asked a lot of questions. He thought he was interested, and the two onlookers secretly believed it.

Hearing the lord's question, the lord did not reply, the two couldn't hold back, the bustard took the lead first,

"Back to the lord, this old slave also thinks that Mr. Wen's clothes are too simple, and he needs to be dressed carefully. He is also a first-class beauty. You say no."

Yuan Cheng didn't even give him a look, he patronized and flirted with the left and right, his two slender hands had already penetrated into his underwear, and the blue shirt was about to collapse on his body.

Wen Qu kicked Wen Wuyu's heels with his toes, implying that he was speaking, but he couldn't hear a dull fart, so he jumped out and said, "My lord, my master once mentioned that it doesn't care about trivial matters. No matter what color or style this robe is, the important thing is , easy to take off...and easy to put on..." His voice was gradually swallowed, and Wen Qu returned to his original position in shame.

Yuan Cheng then looked at Wen Wuyu, and the gentleman said slowly at this time, "Everyone in the world loves money, but not everyone can sit on a mountain of gold." Not everyone wants a mountain of gold.

"The implication is that you have no money? Are you poor and can't afford to wear fancy clothes?"

Wen Wuyu raised his thin lips and suddenly smiled, "Convenience is also one of the reasons."

After Yuan Cheng finished his patience, he motioned to move away from the left and right, straightened his clothes, "How old is it?" Compared with the two little boys beside him, this gentleman is tall and powerful.

The so-called Tao does not talk about life, people who practice Tao are reborn and hate death, and they are taboo to ask about their age, Wen Wuyu deliberately kept silent, but the devil's claws behind him pinched his waist so painful that he had to yell out.

Yuan Cheng squinted at him, Wen Wuyu had no choice but to answer truthfully,

"Five out of twenty."

As soon as this statement came out, the seven people in the cabinet all looked at him.

Even Wen Qu was dumbfounded, "Master, are you, are you 25?"

"This, this," the old bustard only had this word in his mouth.

Yuancheng Shiran stood up, leaving the two boys in full clothes and tying their belts, "Three years older than this king, and nearly a round older than these two, old people are useless."

That Wenqu's wide-eyed eyes failed to close in time, and he turned to Yuan Cheng, and he opened his mouth honestly, "My lord 22? Looks similar to my master..."

Wen Wuyu couldn't help turning his head to cover his mouth and sniggering, he was so happy.

Yuan Cheng glanced away coldly, Wen Qu hurriedly fell silent and shrank aside.

The old bustard gave wrong glances, and the male duck called out loudly, "You slave, what are you talking about, the prince's face is as handsome as a crown of jade, and your master is a lot older than the young lady. Look at his little face, so tender! You must be able to pinch water!"

"Pinch out the water? Pinch one and let me see!"

Wen Qu is not to be outdone, he is in Lianyi Pavilion, but he is not afraid of the sky and the earth, and he always wins but not loses when he quarrels with the old bustard.

The old bustard was anxious, and rushed to Wen Qu with her hips on her hips, and pointed at his nose, "You can pinch if you want, don't worry about your identity! There are two masters and servants, no, three, you are eating and drinking here, and you miss my old lady." Is it the end for you!"

These words are too filthy for people to hear, Wen Qu must not be able to bear it, stomping his feet, straightening his waist, straight eyebrows and broad mouth,

"Hey, you old bustard, your conscience has been fed to the dogs. Since my master entered the cabinet, I have made you a lot of money. Touching your internal organs, ask yourself, how many patrons would you have without my master! Is it [-]%? My master is so old, why are you rushing to kick him out? Shameless! This street, in the end, is just selling appearances, no matter how old or young, my master looks taller than these two Poor boy? Anyone who dares to say that he is blind, I can kick five of these two little things away with one kick! There is no masculinity at all, damsel chirp!"

Wen Wuyu moved a few little feet to the side, as if he couldn't hear or not, but he was holding back a smile in his chest, trembling, and his face was quite rosy.

Yuan Cheng lowered his face and furrowed his brows deeply, and the eyes of the two boys beside him were watery and extremely aggrieved.

Seeing that something was wrong, Lian Qi took two steps to fight.

The old bustard had been scolded, and she naturally refused to admit defeat. The three-inch golden lotus stood on tiptoe, and her momentum rose vigorously. As soon as the words came to her mouth, spit splattered on her head and face,

"My master is in a downturn, why don't you let me bury it? With all the white money in your pocket, you are Guan Gong's guillotine who doesn't recognize anyone! I have never seen such a brazen old lady like you! You are so shameless! Chickens talk to ducks, shit doesn't make sense..."

Wen Qu cursed and cursed for a while because he was short of words, and picked up the idioms he learned on weekdays, all of them were inseparable from animals.

"Lian Qi," Yuan Cheng's temples thumped violently, and the volume automatically increased by eight points, "Whoever keeps chattering, wring out his tongue and feed it to the dog!"

There was no sound in the attic immediately, Wen Qu shut his mouth and retreated behind Wen Wuyu, and the old bustard couldn't dispel his anger, so he had to bear it down angrily.

Yuan Cheng closed his eyes and leaned on the soft couch, and the two children walked around the back intimately, massaging his back and beating his back.

After half a stick of incense, the bustard had the guts to kneel down in tears,

"My lord, it's not that this old slave has no conscience. Mr. Wen Xianggong is the first-class one, but he is stubborn and doesn't listen to the training. The old slave just wants to fight for him a good way out. He is too old and can't do it for a few years. ah……"

Good way out, speaking is better than singing, who doesn't know that Huai Jing Wang likes the new and dislikes the old, changing male favorites is faster than turning the pages of books.But thinking about it again, it seems that he really has that kind of heart. If he is sent out of the house by the prince, he will have the freedom after earning money, a sure win.

Wen Qu rolled his eyes and remained silent.

After a pause for a while, Yuan Cheng finally spoke again, looking at the current situation, he didn't buy the person, but he seemed guilty,

"Besides memorizing memorization, what else?"

It's not bad that he has to get to the bottom of it. In fact, this gentleman is neither soft nor fragrant. He has good looks, but he is not unparalleled in the world.

Wen Wuyu was thinking hard, when he kicked him from behind, and when he turned around, he saw Wen Qu grinning, "Say it! Say it!"

Wen Wuyu sighed, stroked his whisk, "Returning to the prince, I will know a little about the Taoist temple. If there are weddings and funerals at the prince's house, I will offer sacrifices to the gods for the prince, so as to seek blessings and avoid disasters."

Yuan Cheng raised his eyes and looked at him, "I don't believe this."

After a while, he said again, "It's also an advantage."

Wuying kicked diligently, Wen Wuyu held his breath, lifted his foot and quickly stamped it down, not leaning on the toes of Zhongqu Qu, Wenqu didn't dare to cry out, and endured it desperately, his appearance could be regarded as relief, he was right on the soft couch The respected master said, "I can do a little word testing."

"Measuring characters?" Yuan Cheng snorted, and the fake Taoist priest turned into a magic stick. He waved his hand, "Take the pen and ink."

After a while, Lian Qi took the pen and paper from someone who popped out of nowhere and put it on the table.

Yuan Cheng walked to the case and motioned for Wen Wuyu to come over.

Swallow ink with a pen, and do it in one stroke.

In the end, he turned his head to look at Wen Wuyu, and raised his hand very politely as a gesture of invitation.

Wen Wuyu stretched his neck and took a look, he had a flying and phoenix-like face, so he said,

"Excuse me, my lord, ask about marriage or official career?"

Yuan Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, he wanted to see if the fake Taoist priests were real magic sticks, "Let's just say it."

Wen Qu, who came after him, sweated secretly, hoping that his useless master, who seemed to be bickering with him, would be ugly.

Wen Wuyu turned around leisurely, paced a few times, leaned up twice, finally faced Yuan Cheng, and said eloquently,

"Rong word, the upper acupoint is the lower mouth. If the prince asks about the official career, naturally there is no limit to the journey, but there is a saying in the ninth chapter of the Taoist scriptures. Hold it and make it full, and you don't know what it is; hold it and sharp it, you can't keep it for a long time." The house is full of gold and jade, and there is no one who can guard it; if you are rich and proud, you will blame yourself. After the meritorious service, you will retire, which is the way of heaven. Forgive me, the acupoint is also the same as a person's residence and shelter. Above the mouth, it means don't look, don't hear, don't listen, don't speak, thousands of fame and fame will eventually return to the dust, if the prince returns to the mountains and forests for the rest of his life, he will be rewarded endlessly."

Yuan Cheng listened carefully, only felt that the mystery was so mysterious, the words seemed to be so powerful that the master bird had exhausted his bow and hidden intentions, seeing him stop, Yuan Cheng raised his chin, "Continue to talk."

Wen Wuyu then continued without blushing and heartbeat,

"If you ask about marriage, the acupoint is the root of a person, and it can also be called the heart acupoint. This is easy to understand. There is a person in the prince's heart who cannot be said. If you want to be happy, you must open your heart without any scruples. Same as above, the acupoint is called If it is a residence for a person, maybe this person is in the prince's residence."

Yuan Cheng's face turned frosty suddenly, and there was murderous look in his eyes. He grabbed Wen Wuyu's wrist, and slowly approached his eyes with a smile that was not a smile.

Wen Wuyu deeply felt the invisible pressure, which made his back chill, and the hand on his wrist was getting heavier and heavier.

Wen Qu was puzzled by this sudden scene, Monk Zhang Er, "What's the matter... My family and master are wrong, please forgive me, my lord, please forgive me..."

Yuan Cheng ignored him, and stared at Wen Wuyu closely, "It is said that people who cultivate the Tao pay attention to quietness and inaction, and pursue immortality. I don't know if Mr. Wen cultivates the Tao, is there a way to become a fairy?"

The pulse gate in his hand became tighter and tighter, and Wen Wuyu's breathing became short of breath, "Going back to the prince, I have not long since converted to Taoism, and I have just entered the journey of Taoism. What the prince said is the method of becoming an immortal, it is about refining Qi. , bigu, inner alchemy cultivation and so on, I don't know yet..." After speaking, his eyes rolled frequently.

Yuan Cheng didn't let it go, and snorted coldly and added more force, "Cultivate your body and life? Then you are not afraid of being blamed by the gods for doing this? And who taught you to be a prostitute?"

Wen Wuyu's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, his lips were pale, and he could still laugh at this moment, "Naturally, it is taught by the patriarch, to know the heart and see the nature, to get rid of emotion and desire, to bear shame, to benefit others by suffering... "

Full of lies!Yuan Cheng closed his eyes when he saw that he hadn't finished speaking, and withdrew his hand in time, so that he didn't let him fall on him, but fell to the ground with a bang on his head and passed out.

Wen Qu turned pale with shock, and hurried forward to sniff him, but luckily, he didn't die!

Instead, his eyes widened with anger, and he stabbed Yuan Cheng boldly and presumptuously.

Yuan Cheng clapped his palms like sweeping ashes, glanced at the man with all four feet on the ground, and walked away.