After death I became the canary of the cruel prince

"puff!"

Liu Zhihe was stunned for a moment, but when he saw a piece of deer antler floating in the noodles on the table, he knew everything.

Liu Zhihe was weak and took medicine when he was young, so he knew more or less.

When he saw clearly the shape of the piece of meat, his originally concealed smile erupted like a mountain torrent.

He covered his belly, laughed with tears, walked up to him tremblingly, stretched out a hand that was trembling because of laughing, patted his shoulder, held back his laughter and said meaningfully: "...Pfft, I know an old Chinese doctor who is best at nourishing yang. Would you like to introduce him to you?"

Bei Gongzhi took the silk handkerchief from the servant, and held his nose to stop the bleeding.

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense here."

Liu Zhihe is the current prime minister, but he is also the least powerful prime minister in the history of the entire Chu Kingdom. He is only in charge of the Ministry of Rites, responsible for scientific examinations and teaching, and educating the little princes in the harem.

Because of his stinky mouth and bad speech, he offended many people, but he only got close to Bei Gongzhi.

Liu Zhihe sat on the chair familiarly, "I didn't want to tell you about this, but I couldn't hold back."

He looked very distressed.

Bei Gongzhi continued to wipe the nosebleed, but the nosebleed kept wiping as if the gate had been opened, and he could only tilt his head slightly.

"Those thieves in the Kingdom of Jin are a hot potato, and those old slickers in the Ministry of War will throw it at you if they think it's hot, and you still take it?"

Bei Gongzhi frowned, not because of what Liu Zhihe said, but because his nosebleeds were still flowing.

Liu Zhihe babbled a lot, but he didn't listen to a word, and finally he stood up.

"It's getting late, I have to teach the little princes to recite."

It's time to go.

After taking two steps, he looked back at Bei Gongzhi, staring at his crotch.

"I heard some rumors before, saying that you are not good at sex."

"!"

Bei Gong shook his hand, and let go of the hand holding his nose. The silk handkerchief fell to the ground, and two pillars of blood spurted out, dripping down the midline.

……

"boom!"

A casserole was placed heavily on the table, and Bei Gongzhi pointed at the contents of the casserole with a gloomy face, with a ball of silk cloth stuffed into one side of his nose.

"Wen Junping, what did you cook for this king!"

Wen Junping knelt on the ground, hunched his shoulders and lowered his head.

How dare he say it, if he said it, there would be no way to end it, and if he found out that he had made up for him for half a month, his life would definitely not be saved.

Chef Li knelt beside him, sweating profusely. Seeing that he couldn't hold back and wanted to recruit, Wen Junping hurriedly spoke.

"I think the lord is too tired, he leaves early and returns late every day, so I made some nourishing soup for you."

He slammed his head heavily on the ground and closed his eyes.

Chef Li saw that he didn't say that he got all the ingredients by himself, his eyes turned red, and he secretly said a word of righteousness.

"My lord, Mr. Wen has a good heart." Chef Li said it boldly, and kowtowed along with Wen Junping.

Bei Gongzhi looked at the man kneeling on the ground coldly, his lungs were about to explode.

Liu Zhihe's stinky mouth is comparable to a crow's. A month ago, Mr. Wang was at a banquet and drank a few more glasses to urinate and couldn't find a place to go to the toilet. He happened to find a corner to solve it.

Then he went around saying that he was short, and even wet his pants, which was known all over the city.

Master Wang was so angry that he wrote and participated in the performance all night, saying that he had neglected his duties.

At this moment, he had an impulse to immediately send someone to silence Liu Zhihe, and Wen Junping, but...

He narrowed his eyes.

"Drag him down and fight for [-] boards."

The guards came in but only took Chef Li away, Wen Junping pointed at himself in astonishment, and reminded: "It's me."

Bei Gongzhi's face was so livid that it was almost stiff, he raised his hand to signal for everyone to retreat, the door was closed, he walked over and pulled a chair over to sit on the opposite side of the bed.

Supporting his forehead with one hand, he pointed to the bed with the other.

"Take off your clothes and get on your stomach."

"what?"

Wen Junping suddenly realized something, could it be that he is going to kill himself?

Heart pounding, cheeks burning.

He wanted to have that indescribable relationship with Bei Gongzhi in order to save himself and kill Bei Gongzhi, and he made a lot of efforts for it.

But when it really came to this point, and it happened so unexpectedly, he hesitated for a moment.

No, to be precise... it should be cowardly!

"Let me do it myself?" Bei Gongzhi narrowed his eyes dangerously, a cold light flashed in his black pupils, and a cold wind blew up in the room for no reason, so cold that the hairs on Wen Junping's back stood on end.

He took a deep breath of the cowardice that almost drowned him under the air pressure, thinking that he is not afraid of death, what else to be afraid of, anyway, this body is not his own, and Bei Gongzhi doesn't know that he is Zheng Liang.

no big deal!

He untied his belt as if death was at home, took off his clothes and lay down on Bei Gongzhi's bed, waiting.

Bei Gongzhi looked at him indifferently, there was no lust in that look, it was as dark and gloomy as a pool of stagnant water.

"Bei Gongyi should have taught you how to call it."

……

The next day, Wen Junping walked out of Bei Gongzhi's room lightly, with his legs twirling on the ground in circles, his whole body seemed to be hollowed out. Most people are empty, with dry mouth, hollow eyes, and messy hair.

At first glance, I thought I saw a ghost.

"water……"

The sound was like that of an old zombie that had been buried for thousands of years in a coffin.

Seeing this, Mu Chun hurriedly supported him to sit down, poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

Wen Junping took it, gulped it down, limply lay down on the table, and twitched.

Mu Chun said he wanted to get some porridge for him and walked out of the room, Wen Junping heard the little eunuch outside whispering, "Your Majesty was really good last night, you worked all night."

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at Mr. Wen's appearance, he's almost out of shape."

Wen Junping pursed his mouth and wanted to cry, but he was about to lose shape.

He originally thought that Bei Gongzhi wanted to do something with him, but he didn't expect that guy to let him perform without a real thing.

All night, all night!

Under the gaze of his pair of dead fish eyes, his throat is almost smoking!

People who say that they are not good at that aspect are somewhat perverted in their hearts, and this time he really felt it.

Simply insane!

After drinking some porridge, Wen Junping's voice didn't improve, and Bei Gongzhi didn't come back, the prince had forbidden him to enter the kitchen.

The sore throat was unbearable, Wen Junping went to the pharmacy by himself to get some medicine and asked someone to decoct it and drink some to moisten his throat. His throat felt better, and he planned to go back. He heard the people in the teahouse at the corner say it when he walked through the streets and alleys.

"I heard that the King of War doesn't do it, so I used liking for men as a cover, but in fact it just doesn't work."

"Huh? No, I just heard that the prince tormented the husband and wife in the mansion to death last night. The bed creaked all night, and the husband and wife were hoarse."

"real or fake."

"Of course it's true. My uncle heard it with his own ears when he was washing the barrels in the palace. It is said that the sound sounds strange."

"..."

Wen Junping was directly petrified in place.

He knew Bei Gongzhi's intentions! !

This is a way to prove to himself that he is very capable and powerful, ruthless and insidious enough!

The more Wen Junping thought about it, the more angry he became, he was so angry that he kicked a stone on the side of the road, and with a bang, the stone flew into a carriage.

A slender finger stretched out from under the car curtain, and hooked it at him.

"come over."

Wen Junping was stunned for a moment, before he could react, two white-faced and beardless men grabbed him and pushed him to the carriage.