Pathological Trapping - Chap 11
Just as Li Dezhuang was about to hide, he heard Mu Jian complaining in a low voice.
”I was really scared when Sister Hongyu fell down.”
Li Dezhuang’s dodging action stopped.
He felt heartbroken and unbearable tonight. Mu Jian was watching him right beside him. A living person just disappeared in front of him. It must have been even more painful.
Li Dezhuang patted him soothingly, “It’s okay.”
Mu Jian seemed to be comforted and fell asleep beside him.
Li Dezhuang couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.
The silver given by the prince was quite a bit.
Otherwise, research it.
Run away!
Running away is something that needs to be considered carefully.
Li Dezhuang was in the Eastern Palace, and was favored by the perverted Crown Prince, who invited him to his bedroom every few days to watch him spread his wings. How could he run away so easily!
This dog heard from somewhere that the prince was quite knowledgeable about sex in the bedroom, so he was asked to think of some new and novel positions and let him try them out to add some color to his boring life.
Li Dezhuang cursed his father in his heart.
You have a pretty fucking colorful life already!
This is exploitation! This is oppression!
This is a work system even more cruel than 996!
Li Dezhuang wanted to do something difficult so that his cock would completely lose its fighting ability!
The prince of a country!
Is he decent?!
Li Dezhuang’s workload doubled, and he went to the prince’s place more frequently.
Mu Jian felt that Li Dezhuang was not as attentive to him as before in the past two days. He went to the prince’s bedroom almost every day and would not come out until a long time later.
One day, Mu Jian waited until late at night before he saw the man coming back with a red face and sweat.
Rumors gradually began to spread in the Eastern Palace.
It is said that Li Dezhuang is the prince’s new favorite, who knows many tricks and likes to have affairs with several people at once.
He also said that Mu Jian was able to live in the Eastern Palace because of Li Dezhuang.
Mu Jian asked Li Dezhuang and the prince what they were doing, but he hesitated and didn’t say anything. Mu Jian pretended to be obedient and stopped asking questions, but he was actually so angry that he couldn’t even eat his meal!
Li Dezhuang seemed to see that he was angry. After dinner, he took out the picture book he had drawn for him and told him a story about a prince and a princess.
Mu Jian felt bored. He looked at Li Dezhuang’s red lips opening and closing and felt unable to take his eyes away. After he finished speaking, he pestered him to tell another story.
Li Dezhuang tapped his forehead with his index finger.
”Why can’t you grow up?”
Mu Jian smiled brightly, revealing two small canine teeth, but did not answer. He watched him open another story about a prince and a princess.
Looking at his red lips, wanting to touch them, wondering how they felt, wondering what they tasted like.
As Mu Jian listened, he lay on his bed, wanting to stay.
Guard Li’s bed is much more comfortable to sleep on than his.
However, as soon as he dozed off, Li Dezhuang’s voice became quieter and quieter, then he put down the book and went out.
Mu Jian: “…”
He got up and looked at the door.
Those rumors struck his nerves, so he simply got out of bed and put on his clothes. He secretly followed Li Dezhuang, crouching outside the prince’s bedroom, and heard the sweet voice of a kitten inside. He couldn’t help but be curious and took a look through the crack.
His brother, the prince, was hugging a man, his clothes were disheveled, his face was flushed, and he was smiling and talking to Li Dezhuang.
”I’m in a hurry today, so I started before you even arrived. Do you mind, Guard Li?”
Chapter 9 Please don’t go to the prince’s place
When Li Dezhuang finished drawing the line draft and went back, Mu Jian was still sleeping soundly on his bed with half of his body exposed.
He put away the line drawing and went forward to cover him with the quilt. He heard him mutter, “Guard Li, please don’t go to the Crown Prince’s place, okay—”
Li Dezhuang laughed and muttered, “He’s still clingy at this age,” but he didn’t take it to heart at all. He pushed the person inside and went to sleep under the quilt.
The moment you blow out the candle.
In the darkness, he did not see Mu Jian’s open, clear eyes.
When it comes to drawing, Li Dezhuang pays attention to inspiration.
One day, I had a burst of inspiration and stayed in the house all day without going out. I quickly drew several pictures and saved them.
He could then relax for a while, take some money from his own small warehouse and go out to find another way to make a living.
According to the timeline of the original book, the prince would not live more than two years.
He planned to stay in the Eastern Palace for two years and then take the opportunity to leave.
If that doesn’t work, then he will sneak out after the prince dies, stay away from the court disputes as soon as possible, and live a wonderful life with three wives and four concubines.
He wanted to find another way to make a living, so he came out alone without bringing Mu Jian.
Afraid that Mu Jian would be unhappy, he went to the capital’s most upscale Guixianglou restaurant and ordered two plates of dim sum. After throwing some silver and saying he would come back to get it later, he turned around and went into the brothel opposite.
He had no special talents, only the talent of painting. He originally wanted to find business opportunities in a brothel, but as soon as he entered, he was choked by the smell of rouge and powder, so he left.
After wandering around for a while and not finding a high-paying job that suits me, I turned back to Guixianglou and took some snacks back.
After returning to the East Palace, Mu Jian was indeed unhappy.
Li Dezhuang took out some snacks to coax him, and only then did he smile.
After Li Dezhuang appeased this ancestor, he took the painting to find another ancestor.
When the painting was about to be put down, the prince asked quietly, “Did Painter Li go to the brothel today?”
Li Dezhuang almost accidentally knocked the cup on the table.
Good job!
Follow me!
He calmed himself down and said, “Yes, I’m going in to find some inspiration, but…”
The prince noticed that he paused for a moment and looked away from the book to his face.
The young man was handsome and his eyebrows and eyes were just like those in the painting. With such a face, he would be the best among the prince’s male favorites. It stands to reason that if such a person entered the brothel, he would not be able to leave without being skinned alive.
