Prostitution

The wind is slightly dry in early summer.

Everything remains the same, bathing in the rain and drinking dew, the grass is luxuriant and the trees are beautiful.

The four seasons alternate quietly, people come and go, life and death several times, but everything in sight seems to have not changed at all.

Under Xuanyuan Baixia in front of the study of the palace, Mr. Wen was dressed in a white robe as always, and his eyes were lost in thought.

The prince has no official status, especially when he is free recently, the palace is so quiet that it makes people panic-boring panic.

One morning, after Yuan Cheng sorted out and submitted the old official documents and official seals, he lay down on the soft couch and took a nap.

After waking up, Wen Wuyu was nowhere to be seen, and when he walked to the door, he saw under the old tree with luxuriant branches and leaves like a cover, the white shadow torn by the summer wind stood stupidly like a piece of wood, as if it had been acupunctured.

He didn't know how long he had slept, and he didn't know how long the log had stood there.

"What are you thinking about?" Yuan Cheng smiled slightly, and asked as it should.

It is rare to see Wen Wuyu in a trance when he is alone, and just looking at his back can feel that this person is very preoccupied.

Wen Wuyu was not startled by the sudden voice, and he turned around and replied naturally, "The prince is awake."

Yuan Cheng smiled back.

Wen Wuyu glanced up and down at the rough old tree, "I was thinking, this tree must be hundreds of years old, I don't know how much it is worth."

Yuan Cheng frowned, and glanced at the ancient tree, "Are you so poor that you want to build a tree?"

Wen Wuyu sneered and said, "That's not true. How can you be so poor as to sell a tree with the prince. I think this tree is full of the prince's childhood memories, even if you are poor, you can't sell it."

Yuan Cheng stretched out his hand to pat the old bark, "I grew up in the imperial palace, so I don't have any friendship with it. When it's too late, I don't care about that much." He frowned and looked at him very seriously, "You really Lack of money?"

Wen Wuyu shook his head, "Just think about it randomly, don't take it seriously, my lord."

"That's right, now Diancuilou's business is booming, and piles of money are pouring into your account every day, and it won't be long before you think the temple is too small to accommodate your golden Buddha." Yuan Cheng casually joked.

"Your Majesty's words are serious..." Wen Wuyu laughed along with him, and consciously kept his mouth shut.He didn't forget that many of the money houses in the capital belonged to the palace, so it's better not to mention any unpleasant things.

Seeing that he was speechless, Yuan Cheng glanced at him sideways, with an obviously sinister smile flashing on the corner of his mouth, and said again,

"But one yard is worth one yard. Although you are not short of money now, after all, you follow me. I can't treat you badly. Zhou Ji Yinzhuang will be under your name."

Wen Wuyu's smiling face froze for a moment, Zhou Ji Yinzhuang had his most secret account,

"Then I would like to thank the prince for the reward."

Yuan Cheng didn't seem to see his abnormal expression, stretched his arms leisurely and took him to the study room,

"Jiuxuan Theater is in Qiulin Town. We're leaving tomorrow. What do you think?"

Wen Wuyu had already put on a thankful and flattering expression, and echoed repeatedly, "It's all up to the prince's arrangement."

Yuan Cheng hummed, took him to the couch and sat down, poured a cup of tea and handed him over, watching him, "I think it's better to let you know about something in advance."

Wen Wuyu took a sip of tea, raised his face, and unconsciously became a little more serious.

"On this trip, we have to make a detour to the south of the Yangtze River to pick up Mingxiu."

Wen Wuyu was so surprised that he could only blink if he didn't understand.

Yuan Cheng then sighed softly, "He has no father or mother, and his background is pitiful. He has suffered a lot in the past few months, and after learning the lesson, he dare not act willfully again."

Wen Wuyu nodded slightly, and said, "Okay." Then he seemed to understand what the prince said, and turned his face away to drink tea, seeming displeased.

Yuan Cheng sat down next to him, fascinated by the journey, and said happily, "I heard that the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is infinitely beautiful, and I also took a tour of the West Lake along the way. You may not believe it, but I have not left the capital so far, and the farthest I have only reached is the outskirts of the city. "

"My lord," Wen Wuyu turned his face at this time, a little embarrassed, "Why don't I stay in the palace for a while, and go to Qiulin Town after you receive Mr. Mingxiu. The lord knows that there was a deep rift between me and Mr. Mingxiu in the past. Seeing each other rashly, I'm afraid I will be unhappy again."

There was a silence.

Wen Wuyu tried to see something from Wang Ye's face.

Yuan Cheng always smiled lightly, and he spoke after a while, with a flattering tone, "If you go with me, I will grant you your wish."

Wen Wuyu didn't pretend to think, and said, "I have no wish in my heart. Mr. Mingxiu hasn't seen the prince for a long time. If someone else is present, he will definitely be unhappy. How can the prince enjoy himself?"

Yuan Cheng didn't know how to feel after hearing this, so he could only say, "You are generous."

"It's good that the lord doesn't think I'm a narrow-minded person. So, I'll wait for the lord to return from his study at the palace, and then go to Qiulin Town to meet the lord." Wen Wuyu pulled the corner of his mouth to force a smile.

Yuan Cheng stared, this expression, so aware of the overall situation, is simply the best expression of humiliation and understanding, but he still can't discern the false feelings behind this face, and finally swallowed the words on his lips.

In the early morning of the next day, King Huaijing went out with great fanfare and took away half of the servants in the mansion.

Now the palace is completely clean.

Only Mr. Wen was left, wandering around the room alone, alone and lonely, even the young servant who was serving him couldn't help feeling compassionate, and brought some tea and snacks to comfort him.

Knocking on the door, I found that Mr. Wen was packing his luggage. There was a square brocade cloth on the bed, several white clothes piled up, and a dust whisk beside him. He was standing in front of the table, holding a pitch-black round bead in his hand.

"My lord, please have some tea."

"Okay." Wen Wuyu put the Ye Mingzhu back into the brocade box and put it back in the drawer, deliberating over whether he wanted it or not.

The boy looked at the package and asked, "Will the prince come back to pick up your son?"

Wen Wuyu frowned thoughtfully, and responded casually to the question, "No."

"Then what are you doing packing up, son?" The servant was very curious.

Wen Wuyu stared at the few pieces of clothing for a while, then put the clothes back in the wardrobe, and then sat down to drink tea refreshed.

The servant at the side became more and more confused, staring at Mr. Wen whose mood had changed suddenly with strange eyes.

"In a few days, I will go to meet the prince," Wen Wuyu rolled his eyes, "There is no need to be formal, just sit together."

The servant really sat down with the tray in his hands, his small eyes widened, "It's so troublesome, and I'm afraid it's not safe for you to travel alone, why do you want to go separately?"

"Ah," Wen Wuyu sighed, "The prince took a step ahead to pick up Mr. Mingxiu, so many people, wouldn't it be a big spoiler."

The boy was taken aback, and his eyebrows frowned, "Didn't Mr. Ming Xiu be kicked out of the mansion by the lord, why is the lord..."

"Who knows." Wen Wuyu lamented bitterly.

The surrounding atmosphere was cold, the sigh became more and more desolate, the servant was infected, and he sighed with him in a bitter haha, even though he felt a lot of grievances in his heart, he did not dare to blame the prince, and he sighed even deeper.

Wen Wuyu couldn't help but laugh, and tapped his fingers on the tray to bring him back to his senses, "It's rare that the prince is not in the mansion, so you can sneak away. I'm going to live in Diancui Building for a few days, you don't have to follow."

The servant said worriedly, "What if the young master meets a bad guy if no one is with you?"

"You worry too much, the sky is bright and bright, whoever wants to die dares to commit crimes at the feet of the emperor."

"But the prince told me to take good care of the young master. If something goes wrong, the young ones will lose their lives."

Wen Wuyu wanted to roll his eyes, he could only blame the prince for arresting this guy and "threatening" him earnestly before leaving, it seems that winning sympathy was in vain.

Seeing his sad face, the servant hurriedly said, "Young master doesn't like people to follow, so I will send you there before returning to the mansion, so the younger one can feel at ease."

This boy is actually ten times smarter than Wen Qu, Wen Wuyu let out a light breath, and finally looked at him with a smile on his face.

But the boy felt that Mr. Wen was smiling very sadly, and secretly made up the whole of Mr. Wen's tragic situation like a duckweed.