Prostitution

In this desolate land with dilapidated walls and overgrown weeds, the tombs of the dead are surprisingly neat and orderly.

The tombstones are in various shapes, like stones picked up by the side of the road and thrown scribbled on the grave.There are no inscriptions on the nearby tombstones, and only a few strokes on the ones farther away.

The tombstone has been eroded by wind and rain, and the stains are mottled.The lacquer-painted inscriptions are blurred, and a few words can be vaguely recognized under the dark green moss.

The sky was gloomy with the onset of rain, and the cemetery was enveloped in a gloomy and murderous atmosphere.

Wen Wuyu stood aside blankly, unable to utter a word, only feeling the oppression around him was heavy.

Yuan Cheng walked to the nearest grave, and the stones on the grave looked quite new.

"The guy buried here a while ago, he tried to play tricks on my meal."

"My lord is merciful."

Indeed, the corpses of those who wanted to kill themselves were collected and buried.

Yuan Cheng snorted, "Benevolence? I started killing people when I was 15 years old, and the graveyard is far from enough to bury the people who died in my hands."

Wen Wuyu was silent for a while, and asked, "Is there a blood feud between the prince and them?"

The corner of Yuan Cheng's mouth curled up, and he looked around, "Most of them have no grievances."

Wen Wuyu asked strangely, "Then why..."

Yuan Cheng stretched out his hand to hook his shoulders, and led him to the depths of the cemetery, "When the dynasty changes, someone must be the executioner. I am the butcher knife that kills without blood."

He raised his hand, and lightly drew his index finger across Wen Wuyu's throat.

The cool fingertips are like sword blades.

"Confiscate my home, go to jail, and beheaded. There are as many people in the world who want to kill me as I do."

Wen Wuyu did not hide, and offered a kind smile, "It turns out that the prince also has unavoidable difficulties. The Supreme Heavenly Venerable..."

After hearing the last four words, Yuan Cheng laughed out loud,

"For a person like me, after death, he will definitely fall into the endless hell. It's not about whether it's suffering or not, but it's fun."

"Do you know why I bought you?"

After walking a few steps, before Wen Wuyu could answer, he continued, "Because you don't see any murderous aura on your body."

Wen Wuyu lowered his head and glanced at himself, suddenly felt heat in his ears,

"Perhaps you have other purposes."

He paused, looked back blankly,

Yuan Cheng turned to look at a tomb on the ground, raised his chin, "here. Mr. Wen, the former censor, there are more than thirty doors up and down."

A foot-long marble tombstone was buried crookedly in the soil, and there was only a small bulge in the square inch of the tomb, as if the loess had been shoveled at random to symbolically bury it.The two top corners of the tombstone were severely damaged, and there were no traces of writing or paint on the tombstone.

Yuan Cheng walked to the other side, his tone full of jokes, "There are hundreds of surnames, what is your surname is not good, I just pick Wen."

Wen Wuyu realized that he had committed a taboo, and continued, "There is indeed a solitary tomb with the surname Wen at the foot of Louying Mountain. If the prince has any doubts, he can send someone to have a look. The prince thinks that the surname Wen is not good, so I can change it. "

Yuan Cheng smiled silently, pulled back her skirt, sat down on the grass, and looked at the inscription-free tablet, "There are more than one family surnamed Wen in the world. If there is a leak, I don't care if there is one more person who wants to kill me."

After a moment of silence, he said again, "Master Wen has a young son who is two or three years younger than me. I seem to have seen it once. I heard that he died before he was four years old."

"The two families are old friends?" Wen Wuyu asked cautiously, the prince seemed to need someone to accompany him to recall.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Yuan Cheng's mouth, "When the prince's residence was still the prime minister's residence, the friendship between the two families was very close."

Wen Wuyu was dumbfounded, on the prince's face, there was no expression of deep friendship, but a little hatred.

Yuan Cheng didn't intend to speak any more, and lowered his eyelids slightly, staring at something lost in thought.

Wen Wuyu had no choice but to stand with him, looking here and there, he counted, and there were about fifty steles that he could see, plus those that were not buried here, the man who was sitting on the ground could afford to kill people like Ma four words.

It was getting darker.

Wen Wuyu suddenly felt a chill on his face, he raised his hand to wipe it, looked at the top of his head, "My lord, it's raining."

Yuan Cheng was stunned for a moment, got up, swept his clothes, "Oh, did you bring an umbrella?"

Wen Wuyu wanted to roll his eyes, because the prince hadn't noticed that his horse was empty all the way.

"Didn't bring it?" Yuan Cheng asked in disbelief, it seemed to him that Wen Wuyu should pack all his travel belongings.

Wen Wuyu shook his head.

Yuan Cheng gave him a glance, and walked out, "I overestimated you, you don't know how to serve people at such a young age."

Wen Wuyu continued, "I am only three years older than the prince."

"That's why I respectfully call you Young Master Wen."

Wen Wuyu sighed silently, "Thank you, my lord. Next time I go out, I will definitely bring all the pots and pans with me."

Yuan Cheng glanced back, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger, "You are really good at talking back."

Wen Wuyu stopped speaking and stopped talking.

But the prince's legs were a bit longer than his, and it was easier than him to cross the overgrown weeds. After a while, the two of them opened up a distance.

After walking out of the cemetery, Yuan Cheng didn't turn his head back, he spun on his horse and gave a low reprimand, and the black wind horse spread its hooves and ran away.

Wen Wuyu was anxious, he didn't pay attention to his feet, tripped over the grass, and when he got up again, he couldn't see the figure of the prince.

Who would know that Mr. Wen, who can recite the Tao Te Ching upside down, is actually a road idiot.

At first he hoped that the old horse would know the way to keep up with the prince, but the horse lived up to his expectations and carried him out of the cemetery.

At a fork in the road, the horse felt worried, lowered his neck and sniffed around, panting for a while.

No matter how Wen Wuyu kicked the horse's belly, the pony under his crotch would not leave even if he was killed.

In desperation, he had no choice but to use the usual trick of pointing the road. He freed one hand, pointed to the three forked roads, and silently recited Du Mu's Qingming.

"...The shepherd boy is pointing at Xinghua Village." It happened to be aimed at the narrow path in the middle!Wen Wuyu grinned, showing two rows of neat white teeth, tightened the reins and ran up the path without hesitation.

When a blind cat meets a dead mouse, he is really fooled.

But the weather is exactly in line with the first sentence of the poem, the rain is not heavy, it is fine and dense, and it moistens things silently, and it also wets his hair and clothes, and the flying whisk in the arms twists into a strand.

There is still a long way to go.

Wen Wuyu simply didn't rush on the road desperately, anyway, he was drenched when he returned to the palace.

As the rain fell, the people in coir raincoats hurried on their way, and the pedestrians without rain gear ran to avoid the rain. Wen Wuyu, who was riding a horse in the rain, was the most leisurely.

His eyes were half closed, and he smiled slightly.

The rain continued, and other people couldn't see his expression clearly, but they could feel that this person had come out of a charm that everyone was awake and I was alone.

"Wen Qing?"

Hearing a call, Wen Wuyu turned his head to look around.

"Here!" Someone waved at him from a hut teahouse by the road.

Wen Wuyu took a closer look and recognized the person. It was Xu Jingyun, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple whom he hadn't seen for a long time. He was a benefactor who was fond of flying dragons in the sky, and he did not expect to meet him in the wild.

"Come in and take shelter from the rain."

Wen Wuyu wanted to get soaked and take shelter from the rain, but Xu Jingyun ran out in the rain and took the horse away.

This Shaoqing lord looks majestic and talented, and he doesn't know much about his manners, but he is especially unrestrained in bed.

At this moment, he swung his sleeve to wipe the rainwater up and down for him.

This made him very surprised, but it was not easy to refuse.

After taking his seat, Xu Jingyun poured a cup of hot tea and put it in front of him, staring at him intently with a bit of shame on his face.

Wen Wuyu didn't take it seriously, took a sip of hot tea, and asked, "Why is Master Xu here?"

Xu Jingyun smiled blushingly, "I passed by on business, long time no see, what are you doing here alone in the wilderness?"

Sometimes between clients and prostitutes, it is human nature to have a little affection again and again, no matter what kind of affection, after all, the two have taken off their clothes and faced each other frankly.

But it is obvious that Mr. Xu has this kind of affection wishful thinking, while his Wen Qing is not.

It's not the kind that can be understood with just a look, it's an exaggeration to say that they are casual acquaintances.

"Ah," Wen Wuyu gulped down half a cup of hot tea, snorting for a long time, turning a blind eye to this hospitality, with a neither close nor far away expression, "I'm here for a spring outing, who knows that the rain will fall as soon as it is said."

"Drink more hot water to warm up your body." Xu Jingyun remained enthusiastic and leaned over to fill his cup.

Having been with this scholar for a long time, he knows that this person is not deliberately flattering to anyone, nor is he pretentious. It is because of his nature that he is easy to get along with. Sometimes he will say a few words when he is in the mood.

"I haven't looked for you for a while, leave me some time tomorrow." Xu Jingyun's voice was very low, and his eyes were still evasive after he finished speaking, ashamed to look at him.

Hearing this, Wen Wuyu said in surprise, "Master Xu doesn't know? I have already been bought by the prince."

Xu Jingyun was stunned, and asked after a while, "You, you entered the palace?"

Wen Wuyu nodded, "Yes."

Xu Jingyun lowered his waist, frowned, and muttered to himself, "I can't go to that place easily, especially you..."