Prostitution

After Wen Wuyu dismissed the servant, he was tortured by the bitter Chinese medicine and felt nauseated.

I lay on the bed tossing and turning for a long time, but I didn't see the clever boy bring some desserts and candied fruit. Money makes people blind, and it really is.

He just fell asleep in a daze.

But he was sleeping comfortably, with buzzing noises in his ears, like flies that couldn't be chased away, and finally he opened his eyes impatiently, and saw a big flesh-colored thing pressing towards him.

He was startled, and hurriedly moved his face away, and looked again, it turned out that it was the guy who couldn't eat candy when he was a child, calling out with kindness and kindness.

"Master, get up and eat, son, son, eat~"

"What time is it?" Wen Wuyu asked with a yawn.

"You have slept for two hours, it's time for lunch." Seeing him wake up, the servant started to move the small table to set meals.

Wen Wuyu was still a little confused, and staggered to the edge of the bed. A familiar and strong smell of Chinese medicine instantly made him lose his appetite. He turned his head away and covered his mouth and nose for a long time. The nausea finally subsided.

"My lord, are you afraid of suffering?" The young servant boldly opened his mouth because no one else was in the room because he had received a lot of favor from the lord.

It was obvious enough, but Wen Wuyu shook his head.

I have been taking medicine for more than a year, but this time it is particularly difficult to drink.

"It's rare for someone in the mansion to get sick. The young one hasn't drunk traditional Chinese medicine until now, but the smell doesn't feel good just by smelling it?"

Wen Wuyu's mental head was still in his sleep, he raised his face in a daze with a dejected look, and said, "Do you want to try it?"

The little servant hurriedly shook his hand, "No, no, what the little one means is, do you want to eat some candied fruit after drinking the medicine, young master, so I can get it now?"

Wen Wuyu lowered his face and nodded, picked up the chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and vomited, he never tortured himself.

The boy moved quickly, and turned back after a while, holding a large plate of candied candies in his hand.

Wen Wuyu started chewing candy when he was half full, chewing candy and taking a big mouthful of medicine.

Left and right were idle, and the two chatted again.

"How old were you when you entered the palace?"

"Ten years old, if the prince hadn't kindly picked up the little one, the little one might have starved to death on the street long ago."

"So he's a good guy."

"Of course, the prince never treats his servants harshly."

"Haven't you ever seen him kill someone? Take a knife and drop a sword to kill someone's head?"

"Ah... if there is such a thing... if it happens, it must be that person who offended the prince first."

"You are faithful."

"My lord is a good person. Your servants should be loyal. Speaking of which, my lord, you have stayed in the palace for the longest time. My lord used to only sleep in the Xiangge or study. Since you came, many habits have changed."

"My lord probably realized the benefits of a big bed, it's comfortable."

After drinking the medicine cup, Wen Wuyu hiccupped and finally regained his energy. The garden was just in time for spring, so he stepped into his shoes and prepared to go for a walk outside the house.

The servant hurriedly stopped him and said, "My lord has told me that you are not allowed to go to the ground within a month."

Wen Wuyu still stood up, "How can he know if you don't tell me."

"But the prince can go back to the mansion at any time, if he is seen as a small one, it will be a big crime." The servant followed behind him step by step.

"Wouldn't it be better if he wasn't in the mansion, you go and watch out." Wen Wuyu stopped at the door of the room.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard.

It was too late to say it, and then it was so fast, people arrived at the gate of the courtyard in the blink of an eye, and they could feel the murderous look in Wang Ye's eyes from a long distance away.

"How did I explain? Are you deaf?!"

The little servant shuddered and knelt down, "Little one..."

"Get off."

Before Wen Wuyu had time to confess his guilt, he felt a gust of wind blowing towards his face, followed by his body lightened, and his chest was squeezed tightly.

Yuan Cheng slipped and held him in his arms, strode to the edge of the bed, and threw him into the bed.

Wen Wuyu was completely sunk into the quilt, and just now he vaguely smelled the bloody smell from the prince's body. When he got up to look, there were many people around the room.

Sure enough, the prince went out intact but returned injured, could it be that he was assassinated?

He got off the bed and approached quietly.

Yuan Cheng sat at the table, his lips were slightly pale, and his forehead was sweating desperately.

The old man hunched over and carefully cut open his sleeve, revealing a wound like a torn mouth, bloody and bloody.The cloth strips were inserted into the wound, and the blood stains were slightly dry, already sticking to the flesh and blood.

Yuan Cheng was in so much pain, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye, turned his head and was about to have an attack, but there was a heart-piercing pain in his arm, and he swallowed again in one breath.

The old Chinese doctor lightly pulled the cloth strip and stopped doing anything. He held his breath and replied, "My lord, the wound needs to be cleaned carefully before it can be stitched up."

At the same time, Wen Wuyu said inexplicably, "Is the prince injured?"

Knowingly asking was too deliberate, Yuan Cheng took a deep breath, glared at him, but said to the old Chinese doctor, "What are you waiting for?"

The old doctor said again, "I suggest using Mafeisan."

Yuan Cheng couldn't hear this sentence clearly enough, he was yelling at Mr. Wen, "Go back to bed, don't stand here!" After saying that, he said casually, "No need."

The old man didn't respond for a long time, and Wen Wuyu in this room marveled, "The pain is so severe, the prince doesn't need to use the sputum, it's really amazing."

Yuan Cheng froze for a moment, recalling what he had said.

Wen Wuyu's innocent expression is absolutely not pretending,

"My lord, don't try to be brave. Think about Guan Gong of the Three Kingdoms who scraped his bones and healed his wounds. Because of the pain, his face was flushed with blood, so that his face was always flushed. Although he is brave, there is no need for us ordinary people to make fun of our lives."

The old doctor also thought that the prince was stubborn and refused to use Mafeisan for fear of losing his heroic spirit, so he also agreed, "Exactly, exactly."

Yuan Cheng seriously suspected that this person deliberately prevented him from stepping down. His face was cramped with pain from the wound, and he breathed a sigh of relief to agree, but Wen Wuyu spoke again,

"My lord can't hesitate, let's make a decision quickly. This old gentleman's rejuvenation is comparable to Hua Tuo's life. He will definitely heal the lord. The good medicine tastes bitter, and the honest words are harsh. Don't wait until you miss the opportunity to lament and regret that you shouldn't have killed Hua Tuo!"

What he said made the old man stunned for a while, and he knelt down to remonstrate naturally because of his bad legs, "Mr. Wen is right, don't delay!"

Where is this going? What kind of heart do you want to use unofficial history books to make nonsense.Yuan Cheng has never felt that this person is so noisy and sloppy, squinting at him, but that person is still looking at you sincerely.

In the end, he gritted his teeth, snatched Wen Wuyu by the waist and threw him into the bed again, then lay down straight, "Get ready."

The old man got orders and hurriedly ordered a group of servants.