Prostitution

Night, secluded.

"Trick..." Wen Wuyu raised his head with difficulty, maintaining this position was very laborious, and his breath fluctuated violently.

After hearing Zhaozi, the fierce light in Xiao He's eyes faded, and he sat back at the desk to take notes and write a confession.

"Adults want younger ones... What do you want?"

Wen Wuyu's sentence is absolutely literal, without any disrespect or blasphemy.

However, Xiao He suddenly became angry, his eyes froze, and his fingers snapped the brush.

"I don't know where to start with the little one." Wen Wuyu added word by word in a timely manner.

No matter how he saw this person, he couldn't bear it any longer. Xiao He glared at him sullenly, threw the broken pen on the ground, and took another one, "From the time you entered the palace."

"Oh," Wen Wuyu dragged out his final voice, finally revealing the state of depression after being tortured, "About the time when I entered the palace last year."

He stopped to catch his breath.

"Go ahead." Xiao He looked at him coldly. He couldn't see his face before, but he was awake. Now that he was dying, it was hard for him to believe that this person was not pretending.

"What kind of person was the lord in the past, whether he disregarded human life... I have no way of knowing, all the husbands in the mansion were dismissed on the lord's birthday, and I haven't seen him take anyone's life this year..."

Speaking of this, Wen Wuyu was out of breath, the pain all over his body was piercing for a moment, the sweat flowed from his hair, and his face was covered with water stains.

"Master Liu Jingzhaoyin was coerced, and you brought in what you know." Xiao He was unrelenting and his tone was tough.

The two people in the prison were startled.Behind the repetition of old things, there is more than simple conviction.

The emperor suspected that they were colluding in protecting King Huai Jing, so he picked on the prince's 'weak spot' to attack.

Xiao He asked and waited quietly for a while, seeing the 'soft underbelly' eyelids tremble a few times, his head sank and he was completely silent.

The executioner stepped forward, roughly opened his eyelids, felt for his pulse, and replied, "My lord, he has fainted, and his pulse is weak. If you continue to beat him, I'm afraid he really won't be able to die."

Xiao He sneered, "Even if he is beaten to death, he still doesn't beg for mercy. It's really tough. It seems that my method doesn't work for him."

He got up regretfully, "It's late at night, the two adults should rest well." Then he glanced at Wen Wuyu again, "Take care of him and don't die, the interrogation will continue tomorrow."

Say it and walk away.

The prison walls of Dali Temple are colder, with criss-cross scratches on the stone walls, which were scratched with nails by prisoners who could not bear the pain after execution, and there are still traces of unclean blood left.

There are no windows in the prison walls, and there is no light.

"The more intolerable you are, the more you will hurt him." Qu Tongyin sat against the wall, his voice soft.

The oil lamp gradually burned out, and Dou Da's fire was faltering.

"I..." Xu Jingyun lowered his face.

"Xiao He is just using him as a threat. I guess it won't be long before the prince will come to this torture room. The life of Mr. Wen is in the hands of the emperor. It can't be settled with a few perfunctory words. Once he speaks, it will not be his life or death alone." question."

"I see." Xu Jingyun responded in a low voice.At the beginning, he also understood a little bit of this truth, and the pros and cons of it were clearly revealed when the scriptures were spoken in unison.

The inner hall of the palace.

Sickness came like a mountain. The emperor's body experienced a stroke, and all kinds of diseases came one after another. With it being a thousand-year-old ginseng medicine, the Wannian Pill will never see the glory of the past.

"I've always had a thought in my mind that the old palace man was crazy back then, but it wasn't all nonsense..."

"The emperor suspects that the former prince is indeed not dead?"

While the emperor was panting, Xiao He took the words carefully.

"Thinking back now, Yuan Cheng didn't seem to be estranged from me after he became self-reliant. He was only 13 years old at the time. If that's the case, I... have to admire him for having such a city at such a young age."

"...Does the Emperor think...Mr. Wen is most likely the Empress Qi who escaped back then..."

"Ahem...you are the only person available to me now, and I have to leave it to you to investigate."

"My minister also suspects..." Xiao He suddenly stopped talking.

"Say…"

"Wen Wuyu has only been in the mansion for a few months, and the lord dismissed all the male favorites around him on the grounds of love. It makes perfect sense for me to think that the lord did this to hide his true identity."

The emperor pondered for a while, and said, "Yes, the reason why Qu Tongyin skipped him may not be simple. You interrogated him all night, did you find out anything?"

"Your Majesty forgives the crime, but even the harsh torture and torture of the humble officials failed to make him confess useful words." Xiao He buried his face through the screen, "If this person is not really innocent, he knows that keeping his mouth shut is the only way to avoid death. .”

"Well...then let's see how King Huai Jing fell in love with him."

"Hey!"

This greeting was like the roar of a lion from the east of the river, scaring the guests in the Diancui building to stop their chopsticks at the same time, and all looked at the guest table by the window.

Xie Wancheng plucked his ears casually, his brows remained uneasy for a long time, Wen Wuyu was imprisoned in Dali Temple, he was also anxious, he didn't show it, the owner of Diancui Tower Wen Boss thought he was so cold-blooded and ruthless.

"What else are you eating, why don't you hurry up and find out how my master is doing!" Wen Qu put his hips on his hips, spitting stars and drowning people.

"Why don't you go?" Xie Wancheng replied angrily.

Wen Qu shook his fist anxiously, "I'm powerless to kill a pig, and people won't fart when they see me!"

"I can kill pigs and make people fart?" Xie Wancheng put a peanut into his mouth.

"You!" Wen Qu slumped, teeth rattling, "You are his senior brother, one master and one contemplation, you are not capable!"

Xie Wancheng sighed, thought for a while, picked up another vegetable with chopsticks, "Call Wu Qu, I have something to ask him."

Seeing Wenqu's mouth open, he immediately said, "I'll go after asking."

Wen Qu swallowed the words in his tongue, and ran downstairs angrily.

After a while, a strangely dressed cook came up.

The two whispered to each other, and the guests on the second floor couldn't hear the voice and couldn't read the sign language, so they had to continue eating.

He Pingzhang, a millionaire Jianghu killer, is hiding in a deserted temple with broken houses and walls, where even beggars can't live.

Counting the days, He Pingzhang will settle down in this ruined temple today.

Xie Wancheng picked a corner to sit and wait.

When I looked up and saw the sky full of stars, footsteps came from outside the temple.

Xie Wancheng didn't hide it either, and when the man stepped into the ruined temple, he raised his voice, "Brother He," and then polished the torch, and the person who came really made a fool of himself, his appearance was too ugly to bear to look at directly, "Xie Wancheng , Wen Wuyu's senior brother."

He Pingzhang listened to his self-introduction, walked to the side of the haystack and lay down, "What's your business?"

Xie Wancheng smiled slightly, approached and said, "Wuyu is a bit troublesome."

"I heard." He Pingzhang's tone was very indifferent, obviously indifferent to this matter.

"I want to ask my brother for a favor." Xie Wancheng didn't care about his attitude, and he couldn't be too straight if he wanted someone.

He Pingzhang glanced at him, and snorted softly, "If you want to be jailed, I advise you to stop as soon as possible, I'm afraid that if he can't be rescued, he will die faster."

Xie Wancheng was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "You know everything about Wuyu?"

"I don't know, there's nothing wrong with using other people's money to eliminate disasters, and he only pays me for one operation. It's definitely not for saving himself today."

"Do you know who he wants to save?"

"An old couple."

"Then how can you help to rob the prison?"

"It's simple, just give money, but I don't guarantee success, whether you save it or not, you have to pay."

Xie Wancheng sighed heavily, he didn't know that it was not a wise move to go to jail.

He Pingzhang's wrinkled face actually showed a little kindness, "The only one who can save him now is the prince."

Xie Wancheng couldn't help snorting when he heard the words, the lord knew Wen Wuyu's identity, and now he couldn't protect himself, why bother to save others, why save him.

"I have to go." Suddenly, He Pingzhang quickly stood up and blew out the fire-fighting script, and hurriedly dropped a sentence before disappearing.

Xie Wancheng was stunned for a while, and heard someone outside shouting angrily, "Brother Ping, brother Ping, are you there?"

He was not interested in meeting who was coming, so he jumped over the low wall, walked around the ruined temple and left quietly.