The true face of male prostitutes
After seeing the two off, Wen Ruo familiarly walked around the corridor and went directly to the place where Zhang Tingjia was being held. Lord Zhu was sitting at the table, organizing the confession.
"Has the investigation been completed?"
Zhu Fei shook his head and gave her a brief account, "We still haven't found Chen Man. He keeps repeating the same few sentences, without any useful information. The two of them communicated by carrier pigeon. Could you be mistaken? I witnessed the deaths of the scholar and Yu Niang with my own eyes."
"Seeing is not necessarily believing. Perhaps the dead scholar is not the same person as the one in the village? What was Yu Niang's reaction at the time?"
Zhu Fei: "It's too far away to see clearly, but the scholar struck very quickly, killing him with a single blow."
Wen Ruo frowned as she looked at the person in the cell.
Zhu Fei: "Why don't we try using that pigeon? Maybe we can find the scholar's lair."
"The pigeons have been switched."
Zhu Fei looked at her in surprise. Wen Ruo nodded, and his face immediately darkened. "Someone has been watching Yan'an Temple all along?"
They're watching her!
"So the person who took the luggage might not actually be Chen Man. I'll send someone to his house immediately to confirm."
Wen Ruo walked up to Zhang Tingjia's cell and said, "Chen Man disappeared after coming to Beijing!"
"What!"
Zhang Tingjia jumped up and, without saying a word, cursed, "You had someone tell her? How could you be so vicious?"
"You're really good at making excuses! Now you're pretending to be so affectionate and unrepentant, where were you before?"
Wen Ru crossed her arms in front of her, tapped her fingertips lightly, and said disdainfully, "I can't be bothered with your messy affairs, but for the sake of a human life, I will tell her everything when I find her."
"you!"
"What, you're blind and have mistaken someone for someone else, and you expect her to be a widow for you? If you have any conscience at all, why don't you give me a portrait of Chen Man?"
Zhang Tingjia gripped the railing tightly, his fingernails turning grayish-white, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He breathed heavily, "I want to see just how far you and Fu Jingjiang can go."
Wen Ruo's smile widened, and a hint of excitement appeared in her eyes. "Thanks to you, good things are coming soon."
He collapsed instantly, and said self-deprecatingly, "I really am a clown."
"Since we've known each other for a while, I'll see you off. Fu Jingjiang said you like Fushengxia the most."
The food and wine were laid out on the table, but Zhang Tingjia dared not reach out. "Is this my last meal before I'm executed?"
"I heard you can't feel pain when you're drunk, so do as you please."
"I should listen to him."
Wen Ruo: "There's no medicine for regret in this world!"
Zhang Tingjia's face was ashen, as if he had resigned himself to his fate. He picked up the wine jug, tilted his head back, and drank it down. In the cold, damp cell, there were constant banging sounds, and porcelain shards were scattered all over the floor.
His voice suddenly echoed in the dim, secluded corner, a broken recitation of poetry.
"Brother Fu, let's be brothers again in the next life."
After singing one line, Zhang Tingjia collapsed from drunkenness.
Wen Ruo turned and left. Zhu Fei, standing opposite her, sighed repeatedly, "The poem is good, but the hatred is too heavy."
"I don't understand. Can you explain it to me, sir?"
"Hidden in a box, the enemy is hard to find. Could this person have some deep-seated hatred?"
When Wen Ruo came out of the Dali Temple, Xiao Shun was waiting at the door. He pushed her into the carriage without giving her a chance to refuse.
Qi Guanlan was resting with his eyes closed when he saw her come up. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to ask about the aphrodisiac.
"Are you alright? Is Mr. Kui's medicine working?"
Wen Ruo nodded, "It works!"
Stop when you've touched on something.
He just spouts nonsense without batting an eye. Is he really that easy to fool?
The carriage moved slowly. Qi Guanlan crossed his hands on his lap, his long fingers pinching so hard they were almost deformed, and his tongue involuntarily pressed against the roof of his mouth.
She held back, her expressionless face clearly indicating she didn't want to bring it up again.
After a while, Qi Guanlan said again, "Why don't you rest? It's okay to go to Dali Temple a couple of days later. I'll let you know if there's any news."
"To seek revenge, I bet Sun Yueyou will come out, specifically to warn her to behave herself."
"Don't worry, I searched her house and destroyed the medicine."
"That's good. Where are you going? We're not going the same way. Can you let me off?"
Qi Guanlan said quietly, "Go find Zhao Heng. You've already discussed marriage with him and found someone else. How can I not go and see him?"
The aftereffects of last night gradually began to surface in her body, and Wen Ruo quietly moved her sore calves.
Hearing his words, she stopped in her tracks and couldn't help but roll her eyes. Zhao Heng was probably not at home.
"You need to change your habit of wrongly accusing people."
"Although I am not well-educated, it is clear that I have made a mistake in choosing you as my partner."
"First Yang Shen, then Fu Jingjiang, and then Zhao Heng. I never knew you had such a lucky streak with women!"
You actually believe things that are just baseless rumors!
Qi Guanlan breathed a sigh of relief. "I was just saying that he didn't say I borrowed his things. Today, I'll show him what borrowing really means."
"A fire-avoidance diagram?" Wen Ruo raised an eyebrow at him and teased, "Didn't you pride yourself on being innocent and pure?"
"But nobody believes me! So what's the point of proving my innocence!"
So you gave up on yourself and confirmed the rumors. How impressive! Wen Ruo couldn't help but smile.
Qi Guanlan: "Don't you have anything else to say?"
Wen Ru shook her head.
Qi Guanlan: "Why don't you ask me why I suddenly need to borrow it?"
Wen Ruo: "You have your own ideas, why should I ask so many questions?"
Qi Guanlan persisted, "I mean, if Mr. Yi doesn't have an antidote, who would you choose, me or Zhao Heng?"
There are no "what ifs".
"I insist that it exists!"
"Young master, this is flirting."
Wen Ruo lifted the gauze curtain at the window. "If you go out now and ask a woman this question, see if she'll spit on you."
Qi Guanlan was taken aback. Remembering that Xi You had done the same thing, he immediately frowned and said, "I was just saying hypothetically. If you're so sure about him, does that mean you look down on me?"
"Why? What do I lack compared to him? I'm much cleaner than him; he lost his virginity long ago."
Having witnessed his unreasonable and irrational behavior, Wen Ruo couldn't help but compromise and said softly, "I'll also say hypothetically, Zhao Heng can break off our friendship. Young Master, you are my pillar of support, so naturally you must remain innocent. Otherwise, if Sun Yueyou calls me a vixen, I won't be able to refute her."
"What kind of nonsense is this?!"
"Doesn't the young master value your virginity? Even his most desired gift is to remain a virgin until death. How could I dare to ruin the young master's ideal?"
Speak like a human being!
Recalling the mute's awkward manner last night, Wen Ruo stammered, "Talking on paper is still a bit inappropriate."
Judging by actions, not intentions.
Qi Guanlan's expression changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth in anger.
Wen Ruo shrugged. "So there are no 'what ifs,' and you don't need to compare yourself to him."
He's in a much worse situation than you.
"Zhao Heng has a scar on his chest, which makes him look ugly. Cao Xi burned it when they were playing house. Princess Ye scared her by saying that Zhao Heng would never be able to find a wife, and Cao Xi cried and said she would be his wife."
Wen Ruo looked at him in surprise, "How did you know?"
Qi Guanlan snorted, "Zhao Heng was showing off to me."
Wen Ruo was at a loss for words when it came to judging the two of them. "Do you even know how you got engaged to Cao Xi?"
Qi Guanlan: "What's there not to know? It's an arranged marriage by parents and matchmakers. They probably just saw how well we got along."
Wen Ruo sighed, "Then why is Zhao Heng so obsessed with the clay figurine? Haven't you seen the words on it?"
"Words?" Qi Guanlan frowned for a moment, then relaxed. "Who cares why? Anyway, I won back then."
Wen Ruo smiled and clapped her hands, saying, "Truly remarkable."
"I admire you so much for winning such a beautiful wife."
"Why are you being so sarcastic?" Qi Guanlan pondered for a moment, then his rusty brain finally came to life, and his eyes widened like copper bells. "No wonder."
"You stole someone else's sweetheart, and then you didn't cherish her. No wonder Zhao Heng doesn't like you."
Wen Ruo paused halfway through her sentence, her expression turning somber. "No, it's still his fault. Why did he only listen to half of what he said?"
"You two are about the same, aren't you?"
She can't stop thinking about them when they're apart, but if they actually meet, they'll probably just exchange pleasantries. She doesn't even need to see them; she can already picture them behaving like polite, distant guests.
Wen Ruo's tone was neither warm nor cold, but Qi Guanlan's expression improved considerably, becoming quite colorful.
"Young Master, Young Master Zhao's carriage has left the city. Should we give chase?"
"Chase!"
Wen Ruo sighed and advised, "Young Master, why chase after them? It's dangerous outside the city!"
The three carriages tacitly separated by a distance, following at a moderate pace, until Zhao Heng's carriage sped up and blocked the lead carriage.
Qi Guanlan jumped off the carriage and saw that the person in front of Zhao Heng was a woman with flowing robes.
If Wen Ruo says he likes Cao Xi, then it must be true. But he's really something else, always wanting more than he has; how many women has he been juggling?
He strode over and said, "Zhao Heng, I've delivered the fire-avoidance diagram you specifically requested to you. How about that? Pretty generous of me, huh?"
Zhao Heng stiffened, slowly turned around, his face ashen.
Qi Guanlan approached and saw that it was Cao Xi. He glanced back to make sure the person in the carriage wouldn't get off, then lowered his voice, "Are you going back to Honghu Academy?"
Cao Xi nodded with a smile.
"Please wait, you two."
As soon as Cao Xi's carriage left, Zhao Heng couldn't hold back any longer and immediately threw a punch, saying, "I'll teach you the Fire Avoidance Diagram!"
"Who told you to bring up the fire avoidance diagram first?"
Qi Guanlan retaliated with a punch, "You like her, and you've ruined Wen Ruo's reputation!"
Zhao Heng laughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but sneer, "Do you even know who she is, that's why you're so protective of her?"
"You're also trying to sow discord."
"You like Cao Xi, don't you know how to avoid suspicion?"
"Why did you have to invite her mother of all people?"
Zhao Heng spat out a mouthful of blood. "Idiot, she is!"
Perhaps out of fear of Wen Ruo's relationship with Cao Xi, Zhao Heng kept his voice down and vaguely refrained from saying the name Xi You in the end.
Qi Guanlan paused, then threw another punch. "Playing tricks, do you all think I'm stupid?"
"You know?" Zhao Heng froze on the spot. Qi Guanlan's face turned cold, and he asked in return, "Know what?"
Zhao Heng suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "You like her?"
He didn't deny it. Zhao Heng's gaze inadvertently fell on his collar, and his fist instantly loosened. He stared wide-eyed in shock and stammered, "You?"
He looked at him with a look of surprise, as if he were seeing him for the first time.
"You like Wen Ruo, but you've slept with other girls? How dare you say that to me?"
Qi Guanlan then noticed that Wen Ruo had bitten him quite hard last night, and the teeth marks on his shoulder hadn't faded yet.
"What do you know! She doesn't like theoretical discussions."
Zhao Heng shook his head, "You're finished!"
"She dislikes sharing the same things with others even more."
Qi Guanlan raised his eyelids, his tone icy, "How did you know?"
Zhao Heng turned his face away and said coldly, "Who doesn't like someone who is devoted?"
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