The protagonists of today's dinner have all left the table, so who would dare to stay and continue eating? Therefore, after His Highness left, all the wine, food, singing girls, and even the singing prostitutes were all removed.
Guyu and Xiaoman stood up immediately and followed the figure of Prince Yan, and together they entered the upper room prepared by the postmaster for the prince.
As soon as the door was bolted, the two of them began to search the room.
Shen Que subconsciously wanted to follow them, but Xie Shiguan pressed him to sit down: "Let them do their work."
Seeing that someone was busy, the mute sat unsteadily and raised his hand to gesture, "Is there something wrong with the postmaster?"
Xie Shi looked at him, smiling: "You also found out? I thought you knew nothing, but you noticed something, but you are still drowning in that girl's arms. You really know how to enjoy yourself."
Shen Que didn't touch the prostitute at all just now, but he couldn't explain it even if he had a mouth, so he simply ignored the prince's teasing: "I think he... is a bit weird."
"Fortunately," Xie Shiguan grabbed his raised hand and rubbed it in his hand, "I didn't become stupid after staying in that water town."
As for what was so strange, there was no need for the master and servant to explain it, as they both understood it.
The postmaster was just a low-ranking position, and the place was far away from the capital, so it didn't have much contact with the capital. But this man knew King Yan's preferences so well - all the songs he presented just now were beautiful little songs.
Although His Highness never concealed his hobbies, apart from those in Kyoto who knew about it, no one dared to publicize it to the whole country.
Besides, they had not chosen this inn to rest in advance. They only stopped here in a hurry because of the crying little kid. How could this person have inquired about it in advance?
Even if it was just a hasty inquiry, it would take time to summon the singer, set up a banquet, and notify the officials working here, but the postmaster seemed to be in no hurry...
It was as if they knew they were coming.
"I think there must have been spies watching us all along the way," Xie Shiguan casually poured out a cup of tea. The tea was still hot. He picked it up and sniffed it, then smiled and said, "The best Longjing tea. The old prime minister is willing to spend it."
Shen was stunned, not quite understanding who His Highness was talking about.
Xie Shiguan explained: "The prime minister's stomach is big enough to hold two boats."
Guyu, who was looking through porcelain vase ornaments at the back, heard the words and the image of the postmaster suddenly appeared in his mind. He tried to hold back his laughter so hard that his shoulders were shaking.
Shen didn't find it funny at first, but when he saw him trembling quietly there, the corners of his lips unconsciously curved up, and a faint dimple appeared on his cheek.
His Highness had been staring at him, and now, as if possessed by a ghost, he reached out his hand and gently poked his dimples, but the dimples seemed to have been broken by his finger and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The dumb man lowered his eyes again, with a look of embarrassment on his face, as if laughing in front of him was something wrong.
"Did the king forbid you to laugh?" Xie Shiguan forced him to raise his head and meet his gaze, but the mute subconsciously looked away in panic, as if he were a jackal, tiger or leopard. "Did I?"
But Shen shook his head.
After a moment, he slowly raised his hand and whispered, "Servants should not show joy, anger, sorrow or happiness in front of their masters."
"Who said that?" For some reason, His Highness seemed to be angry again.
This was what his master taught him, but His Highness seemed to be angry now, so Shen didn't dare to say it, and only said with his hand: "It was your subordinate, your subordinate's own thought."
"Didn't I tell you that you won't be needed to serve anyone anymore?" Xie Shi looked at him with a hint of anger in his eyes. "You turned a deaf ear to everything I told you and didn't take any of my words to heart."
Chen Que actually remembered every word that His Highness said, but he didn't dare to take it to heart.
Guyu was checking while listening to the noises here. It should be polite for them, the assassins, to close their eyes and ears and pretend to be deaf and dumb to their master's private affairs, but Guyu couldn't control his ears.
But as I listened, it seemed that there was some unpleasantness between the two of them, but it sounded more like His Highness was unhappily on his own.
After a while, the mute got up and went out. Xie Shiguan was angry and did not call him back. He just called Xiaoman over after he left and told him, "Follow him."
At the end, he murmured in a low voice as if complaining: "You know this messenger is weird, but you still want to go out."
Shen Que was always worried that His Highness had slept all day and had only eaten a few bites of food when he woke up. He was afraid that he would be hungry, so he ran to the bottom of the building and borrowed the kitchen.
Seeing that there was ready-made chicken soup here, she simply made a bowl of chicken soup and vegetarian noodles for the prince.
Xie Shiguan in the room felt unhappy because he hadn't seen anyone for half a minute. He thought that the mute was worried about the kid and ran to check on him again.
When Shen Que pushed the door and walked in, His Highness was about to get angry at him, but the next moment, he saw him holding a bowl of noodle soup. He was stunned for a while, and the mute had already carefully placed the noodle soup on the table in front of him.
This mute's cooking skills have never been very good. He can only cook some light noodles. At most, he would add a spoonful of fried minced meat and put an egg on it, and there would be no other tricks.
But Xie Shiguan didn't know how long it had been since he tasted this bowl of noodles. Knowing that the mute had suddenly gone out for him, His Highness felt as if his heart was ironed and he couldn't get angry even if he wanted to.
But he had just had a quarrel with the mute, and Shen didn't give him a way out first, so he just kept on doing it: "Do you want me to cook noodles? Do it on your own."
But the mute looked at the noodle soup in a daze, and then said as if it was nothing new: "If it doesn't suit Your Highness's taste, I will take it out now... and pour it out."
As he said this, he was about to start serving. When he was still in the palace, His Highness would often change his orders every day, asking him to rush to buy wontons, or to boil chicken soup for more than an hour just to make a bowl of vegetarian noodles for His Highness. He often worked for a long time, but His Highness would not eat if he said he didn't want to.
Shen had gotten used to it. At first, he would feel sad that even though the relationship had cooled down, His Highness would still not show any favor to him. But after it happened so many times, he got used to it.
But just as he touched the edge of the bowl, Xie Shiguan held his hand again and said unhappily, "Why are you pouring it? It's been so hard to cook it, but I'm not allowed to taste it."
Your Highness is so unreasonable. It was he who accused him of acting on his own just now, and now he is the one who forbids him to dump it.
But Shen never found fault with him, and when His Highness forbade him to fall, he put that side down again.
Xie Shikan picked up the jade chopsticks seemingly casually and tasted it reluctantly, but he was happy in his heart, and a sense of inexplicable sourness arose in his heart.
It was still the familiar taste, not changed at all, not amazing, but it was what he liked, just like the mute.
After tasting the noodle soup, His Highness softened his heart and asked him to sit next to him. Then he hugged the mute's waist lovingly and asked, "Have you eaten it yourself?"
Shen nodded immediately. He had eaten some dry food in the car and was not very hungry.
Xie Shiguan didn't believe him, and he rolled up a chopstick of noodles and put it to his lips, and ordered: "Try it."
The mute refused to speak, and stubbornly signed: "This is for His Highness."
His Highness's behavior really embarrassed him. He refused to taste it, not only because it was made just for His Highness, but also because these were the jade chopsticks used by Xie Shiguan. If he touched them, how could His Highness use them?
But Xie Shiguan was not being polite to him. He stared at his lips and forced him: "Open your mouth."
"Your own craftsmanship, do you complain about it?"
Shen hesitated for a long time before he was willing to open his lips and eat. He didn't dare to bite it off, for fear that His Highness would think it was dirty, so he had to eat it all in one bite, stuffing his cheeks so much that they bulged.
His Highness had been staring at him the whole time, and when he saw this scene, he suddenly couldn't help laughing, with that smile in his eyes, which was very different from the sneer he usually had. There was no sharp edge hidden in it, and there was a genuine tenderness between his brows.
Unfortunately, Shen didn't dare to look at him at all at this time, so he just thought that His Highness was laughing at him for being stupid.
The two of them shared a bowl of noodles. It was a rare moment of tenderness between them since they met.
But His Highness had finished his noodles and his mouth was empty, so he wanted to ask him again: "Is the Yangzhou girl soft when I hold her in my arms?"
Shen was still trapped in the tenderness. When he asked her this question, she was stunned for a moment before raising her hand to gesture: "Your subordinate, your subordinate has never hugged her."
"You touched me and hugged me, why don't you admit it? Are you hiding something?"
Shen was really aggrieved. Just now at the table, the most excessive action he had taken was just to push her away. What the hell was going on there?
"Does she smell good?" the prince asked him deliberately.
The mute pondered for a moment after hearing this, then shook his head slightly.
Unexpectedly, His Highness suddenly exploded: "You still smelled her, and you're still pretending? You like her very much, right? Okay, Shen Que, if this prince is not here, will you hold her and go to the back to do things?"
Shen quickly shook his head.
"Did you also look carefully at that beautiful scene on the chest?"
Shen was so confused by his questioning that he almost fell off the chair, and after a long while he finally said in sign language: "No, I didn't see it, and I didn't drink the wine."
This mute can't speak, but his hands can still be very irritating. Not knowing where he answered wrongly, Xie Shiguan became angry again and said unhappily: "You didn't see it? How do you know there is a wine cup on her chest without seeing it? I asked about the scenery, but you said you didn't see it or drink it. You are trying to cover up your mistake."
Shen really didn't know how to respond to him. Except for the sentence "I didn't see it", the rest of what he said was true. He didn't lie, but His Highness was still aggressive.
"You had an affair with that girl before, and then you hooked up with a prostitute and a widow on the road," Xie Shiguan said bitterly, "Do you like women so much? But once you get on the bed, will they still think you are a man?"
Shen Que's eyes dimmed slightly, as if his words had hurt his heart. His Highness really thought that he was not a man, but what was he? A demon or a monster?
Before he could mourn for a few moments, he saw His Highness rip his clothes loose and fiercely pressed his face into his arms, saying domineeringly: "I have this thing too, except that it can't hold wine, it's not harder than hers. Touch it, don't you like it? Why don't you touch it?"
The dumb man was stunned and stared at him blankly.
He refused to move, so His Highness simply held his wrist and pressed it against his chest, staring at his reaction from time to time, and shamelessly asked: "Are you happy with my beauty and my free whoredom for you, Ah Que?"
Chen's face suddenly turned red. The touch of his hand was indeed not hard, but he dared not move. He seemed much more shy than the "victim of prostitution".
"Are you happy? Why don't you answer?" But His Highness had to ask him a question from time to time.
"Which one is prettier, that girl's?" Xie Shiguan asked softly in his ear, "or mine?"
Shen Que was smart this time. He thought for a long time before shaking his head. Then he opened his lips again and silently defended himself: "I haven't seen her, I haven't seen her."
But His Highness always had something to say to stop him: "You have my things in your hands, but you are still thinking about going to see hers. Why are you so greedy?"
So the mute simply stopped arguing and was forced to stick close to His Highness' chest, listening to the steady heartbeat in his chest.
He always felt that there was something a little strange about His Highness, a feeling he couldn't explain. In the past... would His Highness be jealous of those women just for a bed partner he invited into the mansion?
He had never seen such a prince before. Perhaps in private, behind the bed curtains, the prince treated them like this, but he just didn't let him see it.
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