Prostitution

Where did Xie Wancheng go?

In a certain house in the capital, Qi Tian and He Pingzhang were recuperating from their injuries. Poor Qi Tian dragged his sick body out to get medicine during the dog days, and had to wait on the two of them when he returned home.

He never thought that Wen Wuyu would return to Beijing so soon, let alone that he would leave the next day.

This is later.

Night is coming.

Lian Qi brought the news from the government servants that Uncle He is seriously ill and may not be able to last for a few days. He hopes to see Yuan Cheng again.

He served faithfully all his life.Yuan Cheng returned to the mansion when he was young, and helped him turn dangers out of danger many times. In order to prevent Emperor Zhong from becoming suspicious, he was tortured, and he did not hesitate to destroy his ears.

Qi Mingxiu has been hiding in the palace for decades without any mistakes, and his uncle's contribution is indisputable.

Now that his life is nearing the end, Yuan Cheng is sad, so he rushes back to the palace with Wen Wuyu.

Leave him in Xiaozhu, and go to Heshu's dormitory by himself.

Lian Qi was not ordered to follow for a while.

"You," Yuan Cheng hesitated, but still said, "Go and look at him."

In fact, Lian Qi felt uneasy, so he followed him.

There was no one around, he knelt down on one knee and lowered his head, "Master, forgive me, Mr. Wen, he pretended to fall into the water, it was..."

Yuan Cheng raised his hand to interrupt him, "Don't tell me, just go back."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Lian Qi was so frustrated that he knelt for a while before getting up.

On the sickbed, Uncle He looked haggard, his eyes were sunken, and the moment he saw Yuan Cheng, his empty and dull eyes suddenly lit up, and he struggled with difficulty to give the gift of master and servant.

Yuan Cheng strode hurriedly to the bed and helped him to sit on the head of the bed.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, when the time comes, you can go, no matter whether you are rich or poor, you can't escape.

"Uncle He, take peace of mind and recuperate from illness, don't think too much." Yuan Cheng comforted with a smile on his brows, and backed away from the left and right sides.

Uncle He smiled back, smiling bitterly, bowed his hands together slightly, tears welled up from the corners of his drooping eyes, "This old slave is dying, and in this life... the only one I'm sorry for is you, Master." There was a leaky hissing sound.

Yuan Cheng pressed his hands, "Uncle He is serious, there is nothing I'm sorry for, you worked so hard for our family, I thank you before it's too late."

He Shuyi laughed bitterly, tears flowed unknowingly, he broke free from his hands, and insisted on saying the unfinished words,

"There is one thing that this old slave must never bring into the coffin, otherwise, the master will be ashamed to face the master, the master and his wife will definitely blame the old slave, and it will not be enough to apologise..."

"No one will blame you. The situation is a foregone conclusion, and no one can do anything."

Uncle He opened his eyes wide in astonishment, his dry hands kept shaking, and gestured piecemeal, "You, already, knew..."

Yuan Cheng nodded.

Uncle He continued to sign language tremblingly, "That Mid-Autumn Festival, after the emperor left, there were guards and guards lurking around until... the master and wife passed away... I didn't expect him to ask the young master to come to the palace to raise him... I can only make mistakes..."

Yuan Cheng smiled bitterly, "I have been Yuan Cheng for more than [-] years, and I can no longer be Qi Mingxiu, and I don't want to be Qi Mingxiu. If it weren't for you, I should not be a person in this world. Mingxiu...that will be what he deserves." of."

Unfortunately, according to Wen Wuyu's words, the Emperor Zhong's sudden visit back then, Mr. Yuan could only make a dangerous move and keep the prince by his side.Mrs. Zhong probably did not expect until his death that Empress Qi was actually raised by him.However, before he died, Yuancheng told him that it was the most fatal blow that made him die completely, and he died with regret.

Uncle He's tears had dried up, he was leaning on the brocade pillow and dying, but he still asked with the remaining strength, "When did you know..."

Yuan Cheng put his hands on his sides, stopped him from expending his strength, and replied, "When you led me into the secret room for the first time, I felt that the shaking bed and the brocade were very familiar, but I couldn't remember where I saw them before. Yes. It’s funny to say that one day I had a dream, in which I was the child who lived in the dark room. Later I learned that He Hongyuan was the seal casting official when he was in Daqi, and he confirmed my guess. It's ridiculous, he is the only one who still remembers my parents when they were young. The only portrait hanging in the ancestral hall in the mansion is the one with the most dissimilarity between Mr. Yuan and Mrs. Yuan?"

Uncle He's eyes gradually blurred, with a smile on his face, Yuan Cheng watched him slowly close his eyes, and said alone, "Actually, I still couldn't believe it before I entered the door. I'd rather never know, now..."

He gently withdrew his hand, got up, and looked at the endless night sky,

"I really regret being self-righteous."

If we hadn't known the truth early in the morning, today would be a different situation.

The crescent moon hangs high.

I can't keep people, the silver light is all over the ground, and it's a lonely night.

There is no corner to lean on the railing to look at the moon in this box.

The moonlight is melting, but it adds a bit of melancholy to the green branches and leaves.

"Mr. Wen, the prince is at the gate of the back mansion." Lian Qi replied from afar.

Wen Wuyu walked a few steps quickly, and asked, "How is Uncle He?"

"I don't know, I guess time is running out." Lian Qi followed behind him and replied without hesitation.

Wen Wuyu was silent.

After a while, I saw the prince standing against the wall, with half of his body clear and half of his body dark.

Seeing him coming, without raising his eyes, he took the night cloak from the attendant and went out by the wrong door.

The cell structures of the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple are roughly similar.

The difference is that there are no cold and gloomy torture tools and gallows everywhere, and it is a little more popular, even though it is a crowd of dogs and flies.

The stranger who came late at night caused a commotion among a group of sleepless prisoners, who gathered in front of the prison pillar to look at the two of them.

However, the two of them hid under the wide cloak without revealing anything, and the yamen guards threatened them with knives. The prisoners did not dare to do anything wrong, and silently watched the two of them walk into the depths of the cell.

The narrow door squeaks open and close.

Yuan Cheng took off his cloak, stood in front of the door, looked around and said, "You only have one stick of incense time."

Wen Wuyu has been away from home for more than 18 years, and his impression of Gaotang's parents is already blurred. What's more, the five or six of them are all in labor uniforms, their hair is disheveled, and even if they show a little face, their faces are covered with dirt and it is difficult to recognize.

He hesitated, his eyes straightened, he couldn't move his feet, and he couldn't feel the warmth in his eyes.With his parents in such a miserable state, he might be in trouble for the rest of his life.

Several people in the prison naturally recognized Yuan Cheng, and they didn't bother to cater to them, they leaned against the corner and looked coldly at the two outside the cell.

"Master Wen, your young master is here." Yuan Cheng said.

As soon as the words fell, a rustle was heard.

The Wen family couple climbed to the pillar and looked out in fear, but after a while they kept shaking their heads and backed away, whimpering, as if trying to deny it.

Wen Wuyu walked quickly, his voice hoarse, "Father, mother..."

He knelt down outside the column, pointed at himself, and repeated hastily, "Wen Ruo, Wen Ruo..."

Yuan Cheng's eyes suddenly darkened, and he glanced at the yamen guard, "Open the prison door."

The yamen servant was ordered to find a key from a long bunch of keys and open the cell door.

But the Wen family and his wife dodged their eyes and kept shrinking back tremblingly, terrified of him approaching.

Wen Wuyu became more and more sad, his eyes turned red, he forced a smile, stretched out his left hand, a scar was faintly visible on the side of the little finger, extending to the wrist,

"This is, when I was a child, I climbed a tree and fell and was scratched by a branch. The father punished the child and locked the child in a dark room for a whole day. It was the mother who stayed with the child outside the house all day."

Madam Wen burst into tears. She covered her face and turned her back, her shoulders trembling.Master Wen also turned his face away from the wall, secretly wiping away his tears.

There was silence in the cell, with intermittent wailing.

Wen Wuyu gathered himself together, "Are parents afraid that the prince will also imprison you in this prison?" He took a step forward, "My son is only here to meet the two elders, so I must wait for my father and mother to return in safety." Home."

The Wen family couple still leaned against each other and huddled in the corner.

That Xiang Yuancheng came over, "Young Master Wen has helped us a lot since he came to our house, I still need his help, you two can recognize each other with confidence."

Mrs. Wen looked back at Yuan Cheng with red eyes in disbelief, Mrs. Wen slowly raised her head, glanced at him very quickly, couldn't hold back anymore, hugged Wen Wuyu at once, fell on his shoulder and sobbed, Mrs. Wen was also surprised when she saw this. He could only compromise, and couldn't help but stepped forward to hold Wen Wuyu's hand tightly.

Yuan Cheng turned to leave, but was stopped.

"My lord," Wen Wuyu noticed early in the morning that the so-called prisoner was surprisingly quiet, even his parents were crying in a broken and hoarse voice, so far he didn't say a word, he frowned and asked, "Could it be possible that the lord made the two elders dumb? "

Yuan Cheng turned around, "I just drank the dumb medicine, there is a solution."

There is a way to solve it, but the time has not yet come.Wen Wuyu was speechless, and comforted the mother in his arms with a slow and deep voice.

There is no need to mention the elder sister who died in Fangnian, after all, there is a grievance and a debtor.