Prostitution

Wen Wuyu stood in the middle of the lobby with no embarrassment on his face,

"After thinking about it, I think it's better to negotiate the price first."

Yuan Cheng frowned deeply, this gentleman might have fallen into Qian's eyes, and he was also very courageous, and none of his male favorites dared to ask him.Anyone who spends a lot of money to buy back a tough bone will be unhappy.

With a straight face, he said in a cold voice, "Tell me and listen."

Wen Wuyu was silent, hesitating at what to start with, he wasn't sure if the prince knew his rules, and if he told him straight to the point, how he should play it would seem like a drop in price.

Yuan Cheng remembered what Lian Qi said earlier, and immediately understood why the gentleman was hesitating.

"Almost forgot, Mr. Wen's hobbies are different, how can he monopolize [-]% of the business of Lianyi Pavilion without two axes."

Yes, this gentleman is sadistic.

Specialize in playing tricks on the bed.

There is no way to find out the reason for the sadism, so maybe he found another way and made a difference.

In this way, the prince knows what kind of benefactors he serves, Wen Wuyu no longer restrained, returned with a smile and said,

"My first principle is not to endanger life. If there is no injury or blood like dripping wax, 100 taels a time. With whips or other methods, if no blood is seen, 200 taels will be doubled."

Yuan Cheng tilted his chin and looked at him, "It can be understood that as long as it doesn't kill you, you can play whatever you want."

Wen Wuyu nodded hesitantly.

Yuan Cheng Shi ran over.A gust of wind blew by, rolling up the sleeves and fluttering.

He caressed Wen Wuyu's face, rubbing lightly with his fingertips.

The next moment, he suddenly grabbed his throat, just like last time, there was no resistance, just a hissing residual sound in his throat.

"You really aren't afraid of me! Maybe you've seen someone leave my house alive, but you've never seen one dead."

None of the pedophiles who were sent away were sane.He doesn't think his reputation is so holy in the capital.No one dares to say that irresponsible remarks are true.

A person's performance is unusually calm, and he must be deliberately approaching him with some purpose.

Many people have died in his hands over the years.

Wen Wuyu could barely catch his breath, his eyeballs bulged outwards, and finally dropped his whisk and grabbed onto Yuan Cheng's arm, scratching his paws symbolically,

The leaky voice made a cry for help, "Wang... Lord... Gao... Raise... Gui... Hand..."

Yuan Cheng sneered, instead of letting go, he bit his lips, pushed him against the wall, and pressed his head. The seemingly crazy courtship kiss actually made him unable to vent his anger.

Wen Wuyu desperately waved and pushed with one hand, his face turned red.

It turns out that if you are in a hurry, you will resist.

Yuan Cheng withdrew, flung his hand to the side, Wen Wuyu lost his balance and fell hard to the threshold. He inhaled greedily, and couldn't stop his heart-piercing cough, showing no sign of stopping.

Suddenly he got up, rushed out the door, leaned on an old tree with his hands bent over and retched for a while, spitting out a few mouthfuls of bitter water.

Lian Qi, who turned around, didn't know the situation, so he stood and watched not far away.

Yuan Cheng leaned against the door frame and smiled slightly, "What else does Mr. Wen want?"

Leaning against the old tree, this Mr. Wen was out of breath, and shook his hand at him.

"Well, if you want to ask the accountant for money, it doesn't matter how much. If you have to be polite, you will be the one to suffer."

Wen Wuyu was speechless, and silently followed Lian Qi back to the West Chamber.

Yuan Cheng looked at the distant figure, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Compared with blindly torturing people, he prefers to play with people with ulterior motives, especially that prostitute who is particularly tolerant and calm.

In the imperial city at the foot of the emperor, there are as many people as big as three princes and as small as yamen servants, and they hold official positions.

There is such a kind of psychologically distorted people, they go to the brothel, they don't like the love of love, they prefer to dance guns and sticks in the bed, taking pleasure in venting, and satisfying the pain of prostitutes.Many people have no hidden diseases, because they cannot release their anger in the officialdom, and they cannot vent their anger on their wives and concubines. I am afraid that it will make people laugh, so they have to spend some money to humiliate those lowly prostitutes.

It is this kind of people that Wen Wuyu serves.

For example, there is a young minister of Dali Temple who likes to play with flying dragons in the sky. He tied two thick ropes to the bed curtain, half the height of a person from the bed, and half an arm’s length away from the bed. Wuyu lay on his back, and stipulated that he would not pay when he landed, and then dripped wax oil on his body with a big red candle. Every time he was touched, he would tremble involuntarily, so he swayed lightly on the thick rope, and the hem of his clothes fell like white clouds. Ah Piao, and Wen Xianggong yelled twice, and this Master Shaoqing was as happy as a child.

Wen Wuyu thought about it, covering his hot and aching neck with his palm.

I have heard that King Huai Jing's temperament is perverse and changeable, if it is not for the extreme tactics, why are the boys who were sent out of the palace all in a daze as if they have seen a ghost, and dare not talk about their experiences.

Compared with those people, this lord is even worse. He is very good at driving people to death, so as to leave you angry.

"Mr. Wen, have you written it down?" Lian Qi glanced at a certain gentleman who was staring at the ground seriously.

Wen Wuyu raised his head, obviously dazed.

Lian Qi then said again, "First, don't seek him without the prince's summons; second, don't enter the guarded areas of the palace without permission; third, report when you enter and leave the palace; fourth, don't pick quarrels; Fifth, if you need daily necessities, go to Yangjiaolou to find Butler Xu."

Arriving at the entrance of a private courtyard in the west wing, Wen Qu's voice could be heard from afar, Lian Qi bowed and left, thinking that he didn't want to hear Wen Qu's voice.

"Master, look at this yard, it's bigger than the mountain in front of my house!" Seeing him come back, Wen Qu hurriedly expressed his vision of Sanli people entering the city.

Wen Wuyu ignored him, mainly because of a sore throat.

Wen Qu glanced at his face, and felt that it seemed to be pale, "Master, does the prince have any special eccentricities?"

"No." Wen Wuyu squeaked, his voice cracked violently.

Wen Quyue laughed, and said sarcastically, "Oh, my voice is hoarse, drink up!"

He ran into the house first, took the whisk and handed over the cup when Wen Wuyu stepped into the door, watched him finish drinking as he walked, leaned over to him, and asked in what he thought was a very soft voice, "How much is the prince's reward for you?" ?”

Wen Wuyu was so angry that he was about to fall, he was dumb for a moment and decided not to explain and not to care, after all, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, he loves money so much, and his subordinates are better than blue, which is hardly a good thing.

"Where is the sparrow's ration?" The three birds in the solid gold cage on the table looked hungry.

Wen Qu rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and ran very fast. He put a bag of rice flour on the table in the blink of an eye, and still asked, "How much?"

Wen Wuyu pinched a small wooden trough that was sprinkled into the cage, then turned his face, and relayed verbatim, "The prince said, it doesn't matter how much you want to ask the accountant for money. If you have to be polite, you will suffer a lot." It's you. Are you satisfied?"

Wen Qu Na Na asked, "What do you mean?"

"It means that he will not blame you for evacuating the palace's treasury silver."

"Oh." Wen Qu was so innocent and cute, "Your Highness is so generous!"

"From now on, don't talk to me for three days, it hurts." Wen Wuyu pointed to his throat, and turned his head to watch the sparrow eating.