Prostitution

It is said that Mr. Wen, who did not know what kind of bad luck, has not lived a stable life for a few days since he entered the palace. He was whipped by the prince and tortured by the imperial army. A fool who is not afraid of anything, he dragged his broken body and turned the palace upside down.

Drinking medicine is the first important thing, three times a day, every time is restless, the medicine cup smashed no less than twenty or thirty.

Stick-shaped objects in the house, any shape or spirit that resembles a needle, can’t be seen even if you see it, throw them all as waste wood for burning, silver or reflective things are the dead spot of Mr. Wen, if he sees them, It's like stepping on a cat's tail, but it wants to jump up and scratch people.

Mr. Wen went crazy, and the prince was the first to bear the brunt of it.

However, the prince has a good temper that is rare in a millennium. Regardless of whether the young master is tearing down the foot of the bed or the curtain, he always has infinite patience and only focuses on one thing, coaxing him to drink medicine.

Later, the servants understood why Mr. Wen went crazy. Looking at his fingers and toes riddled with holes, they knew that they had been pricked by needles, and the pricking was not serious, and a shadow was cast on their hearts.In addition, there is a dose of antidote, so I think Mr. Wen may be poisoned by some kind of insanity.

After three or five days, Mr. Wen's bedroom is equivalent to a rearrangement. The floor-to-ceiling bed, linen quilt, tables and chairs are all without feet. They are solid. After watching it a few times, there is actually a unique elegant rhyme.

Take bitter medicine as a meal, and it will always work.

In the early morning of the seventh day, the servant sent the breakfast and soup to Wen Wuyu's room, and when he opened the door, he was stunned.

On the huge floor-to-ceiling bed, Mr. Wen and the prince looked at each other, looking at each other.

According to the practice of the past few days, Mr. Wen has never been so kind. At this moment, it may be the calm before the storm. The boy is standing at the door in a dilemma. He is afraid that Mr. Wen will rush to fight with the prince. breakfast.

But seeing Mr. Wen's vermilion lips parted slightly, he said, "Morning, my lord."

Thank goodness Mr. Wen's madness can be regarded as a cure.

Yuan Cheng was obviously slow to hear this greeting for a while, then coughed and said, "Morning."

Wen Wuyu looked around and asked in confusion, "The house...why has it changed, where is it?"

Yuan Cheng doubted, "You don't remember?"

Wen Wuyu frowned and thought about it, but he didn't remember anything.

This room, Yuan Cheng lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and said, "If you don't remember, this is your bedroom. It has been rearranged. If you don't like it, you can change it back."

Wen Wuyu took a few more glances and said with a smile, "Very good, it's troublesome to exchange."

"Well, eat first, then drink the medicine, stay in bed more, your injury will take longer to heal." Yuan Cheng put on his coat and sat down.

The servant moved another small square table to the side of the bed, and put breakfast and medicine cups on it.

This square table is also strange, made of several pieces of wood spliced ​​together, the lacquer surface is frosted, dull, but very soft to the touch.

Seeing this situation, Wen Wuyu only thought that he was paralyzed, so he deliberately lifted the quilt to look at it. His legs were still intact and could move, so he propped up the bed with his hands and wanted to get up and get off the ground.

At this time, the voice of the prince came, still commanding, "Don't move, just eat like this."

Wen Wuyu continued naturally, "It's not confinement, so it's impossible to get off the ground."

As soon as one foot reached the edge of the bed, the prince's dull voice filled his ears, "You will die if you listen to me once?"

Wen Wuyu raised his face and saw that the prince was sullen, as if he was really in a hurry, he sighed secretly, and put his feet back.

After a breakfast, both of them were silent.

"I'm in the study, please call me if something happens."

At the end, Yuan Cheng left a word.

The boy who was cleaning up the dishes was suspicious. Mr. Wen had recovered from his madness, but the prince didn't know what kind of anger he was getting.

Wen Wuyu muttered, "Who provoked him?"

The little servant took a look, coincidentally, he was facing Wen Wuyu,

"You?" He said casually.

"Small ones don't dare." The boy hastily disregarded the responsibility.

"Who could it be? Don't care about him." After drinking the medicine, Wen Wuyu's mouth felt bitter, and he pushed away the medicine cup and lay back.

Eighty percent of it is you, but the servant dares to think but is inconvenient to say.

Wen Wuyu lay down for a while, how could his injury heal so quickly, he always felt a dull pain somewhere in his body.

The boy was still packing up the tableware. In view of the memory loss for a while, he decided not to be ashamed to ask, turned over and lay on his side, his eyes fixed on the boy, "Are you new here?"

The boy stopped his hands and replied earnestly, "The little one has been in the palace for five years."

Wen Wuyu groaned, and glanced at the door, seeing unfamiliar faces, "Where was that person?"

"Master, are you asking Xiao Ming who is in charge of serving you? He was sent by the prince to feed the horses!"

Wen Wuyu asked suspiciously, "Why?"

The boy folded up the empty bowl and began to wipe the table, and replied happily, "On the day the young master came back, his legs were so frightened that his legs went limp, and he knocked over the hot water that the young master used to wipe his body, almost scalding you, but he was reprimanded by the prince." , and went to feed the horses."

After hearing this, Wen Wuyu was at a loss for words for a while, but seeing the boy's expression, he didn't feel gloating at all, and secretly lamented that this boy was clever, but he was heartless.

"Then what's going on with this house?" he asked again.

The servant stared at him fixedly, "Young Master, you really don't remember?"

Wen Wuyu shook his head.

The little servant glanced out like a thief, took two steps closer and said in a low voice, "The little one is going to talk, sir, don't get angry and sell the little one."

Wen Wuyu was teased and laughed, and when he didn't pay attention, his chest suddenly hurt, he suppressed his laughter, and said in a weak voice, "I promise I won't sell you, just tell me."

The servant then said loudly, "After the lord brought you back, you seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. You couldn't see things like needles at the foot of the bed and table, and silverware, chopsticks and spoons. I went crazy when I saw it, and I didn’t care about your injuries. It’s true that the six relatives don’t recognize humans and animals, especially the prince, who takes care of you every step of the way. He is the first one to be beaten, and he is the only one who is beaten by you. So, this house The furnishings are as you can see now.”

Wen Wuyu couldn't stop laughing, he didn't really believe that he would do such a shameful act, but the fact was in front of him that he couldn't help but not believe it, and suddenly felt shameless, so he turned his face away, his eyes didn't know where to look good.

The boy took a look, it was fresh, Mr. Wen would be ashamed, but then he felt embarrassed again, and said in relief,

"Actually, it's not your fault, young master. You were poisoned and confused for a while."

Wen Wuyu coughed in embarrassment, "You have worked hard these days."

The little servant blurted out, "We don't work hard. The one who suffers the most is the prince. No one can get close to you except him. Feeding medicine and eating are all done by the prince. I have never seen the prince coaxing people like this. It's like, no matter how much trouble you make, young master, you won't say a single serious word."

Wuyu's pale face gradually turned red after listening to this passage, and he couldn't listen any more, and was about to interrupt, but the servant stopped by himself, but then the voice hit his head and face again,

"It's like when we bought a candy with great difficulty when we were young, but we were reluctant to eat it, and we were afraid that it would melt if we hid it in our arms." The young man nodded repeatedly to himself, "Yes, it should be this kind of mood."

Wen Wuyu didn't know how to react, he kept blinking, and seeing the boy's mouth open, he hurriedly interrupted, "Okay, okay, I know everything."

He straightened up and endured the tingling pain in the soles of his feet, strode to the cabinet and opened several drawers one after another, and finally grabbed a handful of gold sticks, which were the bars of the abandoned golden bird cage.

Mr. Wen should not move around, but the boy kept it in his heart but was too late to stop him. After a while, the golden light in front of him was so dazzling.

"As a reward, take it." Wen Wuyu's foot hurt, and he threw it into his arms and rushed back to the bed.

"Young master, how can this make..."

The servant was rewarded for nothing, so he rushed to Wen Wuyu anxiously holding a small golden stick.

Wen Wuyu hid himself in the quilt, "Didn't you say that I can't see this kind of thing? If you don't want it, I'll give it to someone else later."

The boy struggled on the spot for a while, then put it into his cuff, bowed down to thank him, "Thank you for your reward, my lord."