Prostitution

The spring is full, the fragrance of flowers is full of ten miles, and everything is flourishing.

The royal palace with green tiles and vermilion eaves is deserted and desolate.

Before Mr. Wen caught the wind and cold, the two of them were able to make some troubles even if they had nothing to do.

But now, Mr. Wen is ill, and the prince stays in his room all day long, puts a long couch in the yard, basks in the sun and reads idle books, and gets lazy together.

Wen Wuyu spent two days waking up from dream to sleep, and the third day was already good.

The young boy who was sticking like a stick as the door god still had a dull expression on his face, but when he asked a question, he was immediately shocked.

But when he asked about the time, he trembled for a while, and he was about to kneel out of two holes in the floor, "It's three quarters before the hour..."

Wen Wuyu sniffed his nose, his nasal cavity was a little itchy, and sneezed, and at the same time lamented that there are so many strange people in the world, only unexpected people can't meet.Why did this fellow have a thin-skinned heart like a cicada's wings?

Wen Wuyu put on some clothes and went to the ground, the courtyard was warm and bright, and God's kindness could not be disappointed.

He smiled as soon as he went out.

The prince lay sprawled on the soft couch with no image at all.The book only covered half of his face, the side that wasn't covered was frowning fiercely, but he didn't wake up.

What can make the prince so tired.

Wen Wuyu didn't go to help the book, and sat down in an empty place, blocking the light with his body for the prince.

Sleepy in spring, tired in summer, dormant in autumn and hibernating in autumn, people can always experience some unhappiness in the four seasons of the year.

So Wen Wuyu, who was just sitting like this, gradually had eyelids twitching, but his body was trembling left and right, stubbornly refusing to fall down.

Yuan Cheng finally had to wake up because the sun was too hot, and his mind was heavy due to the messy and far-fetched dreams.

When he opened his eyes and saw Wen Wuyu, he didn't care whether he was awake or asleep, he straightened his arms around Wen Wuyu's waist and rolled him down, buried his face in the crescent of his neck and hummed.

Wen Wuyu dozed off happily, was startled suddenly, and almost couldn't breathe out, the prince's whole body weighed heavily on him, and his strength was half lost, so that it was extremely difficult for him to breathe, short and stubby, and his back had been hurt. The three injured ribs in particular felt faintly broken.

"Wang, Lord," the voice sounded like it was about to die.

Yuan Cheng's mind was dizzy and he tried to put his arms around his neck and put his elbows on the soft couch to relieve him of the burden.

Wen Wuyu's breathing became much smoother, and he thought to himself that the prince was so angry to wake up.

"The word Rong..." Yuan Cheng's teeth sounded vague.

"What did the lord say?"

Yuan Cheng moved a little, revealing half of his face, his voice was full of tiredness, "Did you foresee what you said at that time?"

A chaotic dream, he only remembered this.

To be honest, if you change the word, you can still make up the same statement according to the gourd painting.

But why did the prince ask again now, Wen Wuyu was stunned for a moment, and could only reply seriously,

"I'm just a mortal with the naked eye. How can I know the foretelling? I just understand the truth, 'The world is illusory, and if a child can be honored and favored, he should have a long life if he has a pure heart and few desires. Good words and ancient sayings, the truth is true, and it can be regarded as an aphorism for dealing with the world. The prince is in a high position, and he has already enjoyed the unattainable honor and favor of the world. Forget about it."

Yuan Cheng's eyebrows twitched in displeasure. Although Wen Wuyu answered very seriously, he was asking for nothing.The latter part of the solution to the marriage is even more nonsense, except for the key word that finally made him suspicious and determined to buy the person.

Thinking about it this way, he was confused by the dream and questioned his own judgment. For a moment he thought that this fake Taoist priest really had supernatural abilities.Thinking of this, he felt more and more irritable.

Hearing an ouch, Wen Wuyu rolled down from the couch and fell hard, his palms felt numb immediately, but he was not annoyed, he got up and patted the dust on his hands, it was not the first time that the prince turned his face ruthlessly.

Seeing that the prince seemed to be angry instead, and his eyes were about to explode with anger, Wen Wuyu hurriedly showed his face and smiled, "What orders does the prince have?"

"What are you doing standing there stupidly, quickly find a parasol!"

"My lord thinks it's too hot, why don't you come in?"

There's nothing wrong with that.

Yuan Cheng was suddenly at a loss for words.

I can't blame him for being angry at the bullfight, who said he finally fell asleep but didn't have a clear dream, he lifted his foot and kicked hard as if to vent his anger, but he swaggered past Wen Wuyu's clothes without missing a beat,

"In vain I have been serving you for two days without sleep, and you still dare to challenge me!"

Wen Wuyu was speechless, licked his dry lips and finally said, "Okay, I'll just go find it."

The oil-paper umbrella is not big enough. I don’t care about my head and feet, and I don’t care about my waist when I care about my head and feet.

After fiddling for a long time, I had no choice but to pull the cowardly together, each pulling the corners of the clothes on both sides to prop up a shade for the prince.

I still remember that Zeng Shirao had a narrow escape but didn't see the prince's attention. Why did he have to take care of the minor illness of wind and cold by himself?

The hard-working Wen Wuyu racked his brains all afternoon, and came to a conclusion that he thought was reliable—the prince was too busy.

If it wasn't so, why did the two elders stay alive after burning down the Wen family, and why they were kept secret for eight years in captivity, and that uninvited guest, Mr. Mingxiu, came and went in a strange way.

It is said that Xie Wancheng, who got rid of Lian Qi, hid all day long in the dark cabinet of the Wenwu Music Room, drinking alone without relatives and having no interest in life, yet he still had to endure the indescribable sound, which really tested his endurance.

Being eavesdropped on the matter of the boudoir, Wen Qu was naturally not angry at all. When he was having sex, his heart felt like an iron pestle, and no matter what he did, he couldn't help it.

Waiting and waiting but seeing Lian Qi visiting, Wen Qu drove him to the guest room with a loud voice.

Xie Wancheng couldn't wish for it more than listening to the groaning of that broken gong, it would be better to listen to the meowing of a pig.

That's right, these are Xie Wancheng's original words!

But Wen Qu was so angry that the top of his head smoked and his lungs exploded, and he ordered Wu Qu to sweep him out of the house together!

Xie Wancheng had no choice but to be a homeless homeless man.

In order to prevent being imprisoned again, he only settled outside the capital at first, wandered around for a few days, and then his shelter began to shrink towards the capital.

On this day, he dressed up as a disheveled and down-and-out beggar, with a broken bowl in hand, a dog-beating stick in his hand, and a dirty wine gourd hanging from it, planning to take a walk in the city.

When he leaned against the foot of the outside wall of the restaurant and caught a glimpse of Lian Qi standing at the window in the pavilion opposite, he suddenly realized that his cautiousness for several days was purely groundless.

Between taking and giving up, it is obvious that he has been abandoned by the prince.

No matter how the outside world changes, he will inevitably go to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice in the end. As long as he grasps the key point and holds everything with one hand, nothing can do anything to him.

Xie Wancheng sighed, and suddenly heard a ding, and a copper plate was lying alone on the bottom of the broken bowl.

He raised his head to express his thanks, his eyes met Lian Qi upstairs, he hurriedly picked up the broken bowl at the passers-by, and wailed repeatedly, "Master and aunt, please do me a favor, let's enjoy the food..."

This ability to adapt to changing circumstances is a must.

When he looked at the windowsill of the opposite building again, Lian Qi was nowhere to be seen.

He immediately picked up the dog-beating stick and folded into the crowd.

After walking briskly for a while, he slowed down, looked back, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that he was careless.

But when he turned his head, he suddenly took three steps back in shock, and Lian Qi suddenly appeared in front of him, with a clearly sullen face.

He pulled out a stiff smile, and stretched out the broken bowl, his voice was a little floaty, "Master, please do me a favor~"

Lian Qi snatched the broken bowl, "I won't look for you, but you will deliver it yourself."

Xie Wancheng knew that he had been exposed, but he was confident, so he regained his old look, "What's the matter, if you want to fight, I'll accompany you, I'm afraid you don't have the time."

Lian Qi stared at him for a while, finally lowered his eyes and threw the broken bowl into his arms, and left without saying a word.

Xie Wancheng stood where he was for a while, not knowing how to feel, he simply threw his 'belongings' by the road, and turned into a tavern with a dirty gourd in his arms.