Prostitution

After the national mourning, Yuan Cheng was free.

The case of the new king succeeding him was not mentioned and ignored, and he was not restored to his position. It seemed that he was just forgotten.

It stands to reason that it can be regarded as a meritorious service for saving the car, so it is not too much to reward him.But instead of rewarding him, he called back the imperial cook that the former emperor had given him.

The reason is that the empress dowager lost her appetite because of the grief of the late emperor, and the imperial cooks were originally serving the empress dowager's food, so they knew her taste best.

Of course, Yuan Cheng had no reason to disturb the queen mother, and ordered the housekeeper to send her away.

Wen Wuyu scribbled on the rice paper with a gem-studded brush in his hand, complaining intentionally or unintentionally,

"Humanity is that money can make ghosts turn the millstone, and power and power can turn black and white and turn the water over."

These words did not seem to come from Mr. Wen, Yuan Cheng stared at him for a full half a stick of incense, and then went up to him, took off the precious pen, and raised his face with his fingers, "Are you doing this for me?" Am I wronged?"

Wen Wuyu looked serious, "That's right. The prince has shed so much blood for nothing. The emperor has already forgotten about the prince's rescue. The most abominable thing is that Xiao He, who can even escape the crime of treason. How can the prince treat him like this?" So polite."

Yuan Cheng bent down to get close, half-closed his smiling eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm just pretending, but I've hated him for a long time. One day I'll strip him clean and tie him to a post, and you will torture him yourself."

The warm breath made Wen Wuyu shrink back, his face felt hot for no reason, he took the pen back, continued to paint, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't see the matter of beating and killing, it's still up to the prince to deal with it." good."

Yuan Cheng raised his eyebrows, and added, "Then which one do you think is better, skinning and cramping or quartering the body?"

Wen Wuyu kept writing, and said casually, "If the prince likes it, first peel the skin, then divide the body, and finally fry it."

Yuan Cheng stared at the ghost-like ink marks on the rice paper, and concluded with a meaningful sentence, "You say you can't see killing, but the killing intent is not shallow."

Wen Wuyu didn't take it seriously, "Thanks to him, my wounds are still hurting."

When it comes to using torture on him, Yuan Cheng naturally thought of what he had done before, and held back his words, focusing on someone's clumsy painting skills, "May I ask, what is Mr. Wen's uncanny painting technique?" Which master did you inherit from?"

"I made it myself!" Although Wen Wuyu knew nothing about painting and had no self-knowledge, he only relied on his senses to taste paintings, but he was very serious and diligent in painting by himself.

"This is?" Yuan Cheng held back his laugh, and pointed to draw a bold black block, with four thin lines extending beside the upper and lower parts of the black block.

Wen Wuyu couldn't believe it when he heard this question, and his eyes widened from exaggeration, "This is you, my lord!"

Yuan Cheng was stunned, speechless.

Wen Wuyu suddenly realized at this moment, thinking that he painted with so much heart, the prince of daring love didn't praise him just now, and suddenly felt unable to hold his face, and threw away his pen in frustration.

Yuan Cheng yelled, "Ah, I'm just not sure that the painting is me, no wonder it looks familiar." He looked at the painting carefully again, frowning from time to time, and began to guess wildly, "Xuanyuan Bai outside the study, right?"

Wen Wuyu glanced at Yuan Cheng's finger and remained silent.

Young Master Wen's eyes were not on the painting, Yuan Cheng waved his finger, and said nonsense, "The peacock on your official uniform is very vivid."

This time Wen Wuyu responded, although he was not very angry, his expression was much relieved, "Really?"

Being guessed right by him, Yuan Cheng hurriedly took advantage of the water and mud, "That's right, I'm relaxing in the garden in warm spring, and Yuan Mou returned slowly, and I saw you, Mr. Wen, looking forward to you under the Xuanyuan tree."

The first half of the sentence was correct, but Wen Wuyu was very disgusted with the second half of the sentence, "Bah, who would have expected it, I was drowsy and sleepy at that time."

Yuan Cheng covered his mouth and snickered, talking about it as a shameless training method in the future, it doesn't matter if you don't mention it, and then said, "You are quite serious about painting."

Wen Wuyu put down the last stroke, called it a day, picked up the rice paper, shook it in the air, and handed it to Yuan Cheng,

"It's right to be serious. My clumsy plan is worthless. I have nothing to live with. I have the right to congratulate the prince on his birthday in advance. You will make it."

Yuan Cheng was stunned, and stretched out his hands to take it, but he didn't know what it was like in his heart, "It's rare, it's rare, I will definitely keep it well, and there is also the dust whisk pendant."

Wen Wuyu smiled faintly, and then became a little worried, "It's the national funeral this year, so the palace can't hold a banquet. The troupe that came last year is said to be very famous, but unfortunately I missed it."

Yuan Cheng rolled up the drawing paper, and said leisurely, "The King of Lanling, if you don't find fault, is amazing enough. It seems that you like to watch operas. Committing crimes against the wind is courting death. Go out of town and see."

He casually took Wen Wuyu by the hand, and led him to the bed, where he was supposed to lie down after sitting for an hour, and the one-month deadline had not yet come.

When Wen Wuyu heard what the prince said, he was suddenly happy, and felt that he was lying flat, and couldn't hide his joy.

Yuan Cheng turned his back, his expression darkened suddenly, he put the scroll into the drawer, and smiled while turning around.

"Back to the emperor, the late emperor sent us to the palace, and told the young ones to pay attention to the prince, and the other young ones will not know."

The cook knelt down in the royal study room, and there was a smell of oily smoke on his body, which made the emperor frown, "Did you find anything?"

The head chef replied, "My lord seldom goes out of the palace, and nothing suspicious happened in the mansion. I heard that it was Mr. Wen who burned the kitchen of the mansion. The lord ignored him for a while, and once he went out, he brought back a son." , this new young master looked soft and weak, he seemed to have some punching skills, maybe he couldn't understand Mr. Wen, he made trouble with him a few times, and then he was fine, and one day, he smashed the king's pole. A blue and white porcelain that I love has been swept out of the house."

He talked about romantic affairs without a word, but he knew the gossip clearly.King Huai Jing was well-known for his romantic affairs in his early years, so it is not surprising that he loves the new and dislikes the old.

The emperor didn't hear a useful word, and couldn't stand the smell of oily smoke and waved his hand to signal them to leave.

But Xiao He stood up at this moment, "Your Majesty, Rong Weichen will ask a few more questions." With the emperor's approval, he asked, "During this period, the prince and Mr. Wen are eating and living together?"

The cooks nodded collectively.

"Very intimate?"

They nodded again.

"This is strange. Earlier, I was ordered to interrogate Mr. Wen. The prince didn't care about his life. Could it be that the prince is pretending? As far as I know, no male favorite can serve the prince for more than half a year."

Xiao He pursued him so closely that even the emperor couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave him a hard look, "As a man, you can't understand such things, why don't you understand? Maybe he lives a good life, is considerate and not clingy, so It’s not necessary to have a companion, it’s of course best to have one.”

Xiao He's face was ashen, and he still didn't give up. "I implore the emperor to give me some time, and I will surely find strong evidence. Besides, there are all the evidence of Wang Huaijing's dereliction of duty, so the emperor just asks?"

The emperor suddenly lowered his face, spoke harshly, and said, "Did you tell me what is right and wrong in front of me? What kind of enmity does King Huaijing have with you? You must put him to death?"

"My minister made a slip of the tongue..." Xiao He hurriedly knelt down to apologize, provoking the emperor would not do him any good.

The emperor was a little annoyed, half closed his eyes, and circled his forehead with his hands.

The royal chef in the palace and Xiao He both resigned knowingly.

The emperor weighed it over and over again, and decided to personally ask King Huai Jing whether he had any wrongdoing.Regardless of the friendship between each other, at least the father and the emperor will be reborn with him, and the sons of the ministers will be crowned kings and worshiped. There are only a handful of people in history. .