Prostitution

Wen Wuyu went down the mountain from time to time, only thinking about how to save his parents.Now that he has lost all the games, his mind is empty all of a sudden, and he is at a loss as to what he can do next.

He originally thought that he understood the prince's last resort as he had imagined, and aimed to save people from the cage, but he overestimated himself.

Understanding is always based on the achievement of the vision, that is to say, as long as the ending is good, all the difficulties and hardships in the process can be written off.

However, the fact is that all his thoughts have come to naught, the long-awaited moment is far away, and it is a trap set by the prince himself.

It is really difficult for him to smile right as before.

Now the prince is not far away, he doesn't even want to see that face out of the corner of his eye, so he can only lie on his side facing the wall and doze off.

The summer rain comes and goes quickly, just now the rainstorm poured down, and the sun shines again after a cup of tea.

Wen Wuyu felt stuffy and twisted his body.

"Are your eyes hurting?"

The voice was very close. I don't know when the prince stood in front of the bed, but Wen Wuyu still faced the inside of the bed and shook his head slightly.

"Jiuxuan Liyuan will be performing tonight, you should go out for a walk."

These days Yuancheng is very self-conscious, he only shows up in this room during three meals, and the rest of the time, including going to bed, is also in the room next door.Even so, Wen Wuyu still kept him cold.

Just at this moment, the words that were asked seemed to fall into the sea, without disturbing a single wave.

Yuan Cheng frowned, a little annoyed, "This is different from the past, isn't this your true face?"

"My lord also said that today is not what it used to be, so naturally it is different." The voice was colder than ice and snow.

"Very good." Hearing this sentence, Yuan Cheng snorted, but his anger dissipated, "But you will always ask for something from me, and being courteous is still useful."

Wen Wuyu's body froze obviously, and he turned his face slowly, as if his eyes could be seen through the black eyepatch, like stagnant water, "I have never begged anyone since I fell to the ground."

Yuan Cheng was taken aback when he heard the words, his eyes dimmed suddenly, he lowered his head slightly and walked towards the door, "Things are unpredictable, if you don't ask for help, it's fine if I ask for you."

The last sentence is as soft as a soliloquy, and even he may not know what he is talking about.

He has been cautious in his words and deeds in the past half of his life, but if he makes a wrong step, the painstaking efforts of his ancestors will be buried in his hands, and success or failure determines life and death.

But in just a few days, he suddenly realized that besides winning or losing, there is also an indescribable emotion, like a blunt knife, which inadvertently grinds your whole body into excruciating pain.

Maybe that kind of emotion is called regret, but how should he regret it.

After the rain, the birds chirped extraordinarily happily, Wen Wuyu couldn't hear clearly, one eye was staring at the top of the bed.

After a long time, he finally opened his mouth, "If the prince promises to meet the two elders, wherever he wants to go, I will accompany you."

Yuan Cheng half leaned on the door frame and was in a daze. Hearing this, he suddenly laughed lowly, thinking carefully when Mr. Wen did something that was not worth the effort, "We should meet each other, but do you really like going to the theater?"

"Is the prince really going to pick up Mr. Mingxiu again?" Wen Wuyu asked back.

The answer is self-evident.

After a rustle, Wen Wuyu got out of bed.

She was wearing thin pajamas, her hair was loose, and the black eyepatch rope passed through her forehead and eyebrows and tied behind her hair.

Gloomy, lonely and cold, completely lacking the appearance of the fairy spirit of the past.

Yuan Cheng followed with his eyes, watching him walk to the rockery outside the house.

The rockery made of coral stones is ingeniously designed, and a stream of flowing water coils from the top of the mountain and gurgles down.Occasionally withered flowers and leaves fall with the wind, embellishing the rockery and winding water more and more vividly.

Wen Wuyu's playful heart didn't know where he came from, and he blocked the way of the flowing water with his palm, and the accumulated water soaked his sleeves, and then he let go of his hand suddenly, a puddle of clear water splashed around, innocently going the wrong way.

"My lord, I have a few questions, and I hope your lord will not hesitate to enlighten me." Wen Wuyu didn't turn around, and his tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care whether the lord would answer the questions.

Yuan Cheng hesitated for a moment, but still replied, "Say it."

Only then did Wen Wuyu turn around, with a smile in his eyes, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his smile, "Why did the prince want my freedom in exchange for the lives of the three senior brothers?"

Yuan Cheng was silent for a while, "Apart from this, do you have anything else to exchange?"

Wen Wuyu pursed his lips, and immediately continued, "The lead water is indeed poisonous, but just a little bit of contamination can ruin an eye. The prince should know its power, but why did he put himself in danger and block the poison instead? "

Yuan Cheng was stunned, and pursed his lips.

Before he could answer, Wen Wuyu continued, "As the lord said, there are thousands of ways to verify the truth of what I'm saying. The lord hates threats from others the most. As long as the lord uses a little trick, the person who holds important secrets will have nothing to do." Hidden form. In fact, letting us fend for ourselves is the safest thing to do, why did the prince save his life with the kindness of a woman?"

Obviously there is a perfect plan, but I choose a path full of hidden dangers. The reason, after careful consideration, is really intriguing.

Yuan Cheng only felt that Wen Wuyu's smiling face was extremely dazzling, it was mocking him, not laughing at his womanly benevolence, but... ashamed to express his extremely ridiculous feelings!

He was fixed at the door and couldn't move his feet no matter what. Seeing Wen Wuyu approaching step by step, he pretended to be sad, and lowered his eyebrows frivolously,

"A wise man is bound to make a mistake if he thinks about it. The prince probably didn't think of this in time, right?"

After saying that, he lifted his foot and entered the door.

At this moment, Yuan Cheng wanted to chop him to death with one palm!

The internal energy in his body unconsciously gathered in the palm of his hand, and his fingers trembled a little.

In the end, he let out a long breath and squeezed his palms slightly.