Prostitution

The prince returns to the mansion at any time, and Lian Qi comes to look for him at any time.

There is no room for internal and external.

Xie Wancheng insisted on not leaving.Anyway, he is willing to let go, life or death is entirely up to you, Wen Wuyu.

The long wind has no support, and the whole body is cool.

The wind in the palace made him confused for a few times.

"Brother," Wen Wuyu drooped his eyelids, and he had made up his mind, "If you insist on doing this, then there will be trouble."

He opened one end of the whisk handle, and poured out a fingernail-sized piece of bamboo, engraved with a bamboo sparrow,

"The prayer altar outside the Town God's Temple, the third stone brick from the south, put this inside."

Xie Wancheng took it, and took a closer look in his hand, then heard Wen Wuyu continue to say,

"The few people who have been bought before are good at light work. If they unfortunately meet the prince on the day of the operation, I'm afraid they will fail. This is He Pingzhang's trust. Afterwards, you can find a courtyard with three chimneys on the outskirts of the city. Wu Qu knows where to give it to him." Yinzi, there is a secret room in the courtyard, you should hide there first."

Xie Wancheng put away the letter, "When will we act?"

Wen Wuyu shook his head, "I don't know which drama the prince will play again this time, he thinks there is another reason for his being in this situation, the true meaning of which is still unclear, the best chance of winning is that the prince is not in the capital on the day of the action some."

Xie Wancheng was puzzled, "What should I say, during the confinement period, he happened to be caught by surprise, and even if he got the news, he would not be able to separate himself."

Wen Wuyu smiled against the wind, Xie Wancheng knew very little, he didn't know the prince after all, "You don't know, there is a Mr. Mingxiu with a suspicious identity in the palace, and he was kicked out of the palace without any reason before the incident. I have a lot of concerns, but you have learned the martial arts of the prince, it is not easy to get out of the palace, and Lian Qi is always watching out, so you must not be careless in your actions."

Wen Wuyu paused, the fleeting smile was particularly bitter,

"He should have already guessed who I am."

Xie Wancheng's eyes sank, "Then don't you..."

"Don't worry about it, just stay safe and don't be impatient, if you don't leave, we will all be in disaster." Wen Wuyu interrupted him pretending to be relaxed, before Xie Wancheng could speak, he trotted back the same way and raised his head towards the sky Raise your hand as a farewell.

As soon as Xie Wancheng landed, he heard the sound of footsteps, he quickly turned around and grabbed the rope as if to climb up.

Fortunately, he was well prepared, climbed halfway and flew onto the wall, leaving only three or two extremely shallow footprints.

With the strength of the two of them, it is really difficult to climb to the top in one jump. It took a lot of effort to climb the wall with a flying hook last time because no one could save face.

That's why when Lian Qi saw him stuck halfway up and down the wall, his perennially frozen expression actually seemed a bit teasing.

"Do you need help?" Lian Qiyuan said something.

Xie Wancheng seemed to be frightened, his hands slackened and he slid down, fell to the base of the wall, panting, and replied with a smirk,

"Thank you, no need."

Lian Qi glanced at the footprints on the wall, grabbed the rope, Xie Wancheng said at this moment, "Why don't you try?"

Lian Qi glanced at him, pulled back the flying hook with force from his wrist, and said coldly, "If there is a next time, you and I will go outside the city to compete with real swords and guns, life and death will not matter."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and left.

Xie Wancheng sat on the foot of the wall for a while, as if sighing for not being able to climb into the palace.

Wen Wuyu passed by the flower garden and picked up two bowl-sized white jade peonies.

Returning to the waterside pavilion, he found that the prince had not returned, so he went back to the flower garden and mixed peonies into the flowers.

Suddenly the book was taken away, and there was a glare of light, Wen Wuyu squinted his eyes and said, "The prince is back."

Yuan Cheng lay down next to him with his eyes closed.

Wen Wuyu asked again, "They didn't embarrass the prince, did they?"

This question is not up to par. King Huai Jing is still the King Huai Jing who was proclaimed by the emperor. He has no official position and still has a noble title. Who dares to show the face of the prince face to face? The facts of the case can't reach the point of embarrassing him.

"Are you caring about me?" Yuan Cheng looked sideways, as if he had just been angered.

Wen Wuyu lowered his eyes and smiled lowly, "The prince said yes."

"I said it doesn't work," Yuan Cheng looked away, feeling a little lonely for a while, "Don't you deny it every time?"

Wen Wuyu's eyes were full of waves, and then calmed down for a moment, "I don't understand what the prince said."

Yuan Cheng didn't hold on to this sentence, and turned to other words, "Let me remind you first, you may be sent for questioning at Dali Temple, but I don't think Lord Yushi is so stupid."

Wen Wuyu continued vowingly, "I am determined to keep my mouth shut."

Yuan Cheng smiled, sat up suddenly with his hands propped up, and said in his mouth, "If there is love in spring, spring will be more bitter, and the light will be spent in the dark."

Then he stretched out his long arms and extended an invitation, "Why don't Mr. Wen go with this king to spend some time with the flowers?"

Isn't it just wild marriage? Of course Mr. Wen didn't refuse, and there is no reason to refuse.

Qi Mingxiu stared at the painting on the wall without moving. The scroll had already turned yellow and the corners were a little damaged, but the eyes of the people cuddling each other in the painting were still clear and majestic.

But it is not a portrait, so it is impossible to see the real appearance.But Qi Mingxiu is still in love with it.

"You have been looking at this painting for two hours, sit down and have a cup of tea."

Qi Jue entered the hall dressed in military uniform, took off his sword and poured two cups of tea.

Qi Mingxiu said regretfully, "Unfortunately, I still can't imagine the true face of father, queen and mother."

"I've never seen it before," Qi Jue said, "I heard from the deceased Aunt Liu that my sister and I look somewhat alike."

Qi Mingxiu looked at the heroic face under the silver helmet, shook his head and laughed, "I don't believe my mother looks like you."

Seeing him scrutinizing his face so seriously, Qi Jue immediately laughed out loud, "Then look in the mirror more, I don't look like you, you have some points."

Qi Mingxiu was absent-minded, and took a sip of tea, "Do you think there will be any portraits left?"

"After the Zhong family ascended the throne, they ordered that all the manuscripts and portraits of Emperor Qi should be burned, and those who kept them would be punished as treason. I'm afraid that no one among the people would dare to keep them privately."

A cold light flashed in Qi Mingxiu's eyes, and he unconsciously clenched his sleeves into fists.

Knowing his resentment, Qi Jue said seriously, "Don't worry, one day he will pay with blood."

"Any news from Yuancheng?"

"No, you don't have to worry too much, he has his own way to get out."

"Do you believe him?" Qi Mingxiu said with annoyance.

"Why don't you believe it? Just because he can hide you in the palace for a long time, you should believe him."

Qi Jue's tone suddenly became serious. Although he and the prince hadn't masked their faces, they were also walking on eggshells every day.

Seeing Qi Mingxiu's voice of grievance in a daze, he couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed his sword, and pretended to be provocative, "I heard from your lord that you are good at martial arts, did our nephew do two tricks?"

He walked to the door first, but saw Qi Mingxiu still hadn't got up, "Are you afraid of losing to uncle?"

Only then did Qi Mingxiu stand up, "I'm afraid that you will lose too badly, Uncle!"

"Finally you are willing to call him uncle!" Qi Jue smiled wickedly, thinking that Qi Mingxiu's temper has been stubborn enough for more than ten days, and he has always called him 'you'.

Qi Mingxiu muttered dissatisfiedly, "You are not a few years older than me."

Qi Jue listened to every word, but pretended to be serious with a smile in his eyes, "What are you talking about? Even if you are a day older than you, you still have to call me uncle."

Qi Mingxiu fluttered his eyes, and reluctantly said, "Yes, uncle."