# 139 - Fishing: Resolute Walk

Qin Wenge: Brother, I'll draw another greeting card for you. No more scribbling this time.

Qin Wenge said again: Brother, I can paint for you every day, I will paint as much as you want.

Qin Wenyu frowned in disgust: I said no. You take this card and go.

Qin Wenge: I'm not leaving.

Qin Wenyu: That's good. I'll give it to you...... I'll go.

Qin Wenyu got up weakly, his legs trembling, and the sticky liquid slid down the side of his legs. He picked up the bits and pieces of his robe, shook it, and threw it back on the ground.

He pulled out an old set of robes from the cupboard. He wore it on a cloudy day two years ago. That day, he and Qin Wenge, as well as the other two imperial brothers, listened to the piano and chess in the pavilion behind the Liuyu Pavilion, and the water flowed.

At that time, Qin Wenge only looked at him sullenly, and the three of them were talking. He left it alone and boredly picked up a decanter that had drifted to him. He was so drunk that after tasting it, he blushed and started a drunken madness, and went to pick Qin Wenyu's clothes in public. Qin Wenyu simply gave this dress to Qin Wenge. Qin Wenge hugged the clothes that he had picked up and fell asleep.

Three days later, Qin Wenge found Qin Wenyu who was in Liuyu Pavilion Sichun with a cleaned robe, and his tone was awkward: Brother, this dress belongs to me now, and I have the final say. In the future, brother, you can only wear it in front of me.

Qin Wenyu couldn't cry or laugh, and agreed gently. When he turned around, he left the clothes in the Liuyu Pavilion and never wore them again. Qin Wenyu was afraid that he would be stripped of his clothes again one day, so he simply stuffed it in the cabinet in the attic. If you don't wear it, it's always okay, right?

Thinking of the past, Qin Wen Yusheng threw the clothes on the ground without love.

Forget it, it's a big deal to walk naked.

He is the fourth prince, and it is not strange to play sex with others.

Whoever dares to chew the root of his tongue in the palace will pull out the root of his tongue, hum!

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