At night, Cui Wenkun walked into this small yard with a food box.

The yard is not big, and it is even a bit simple. The ground is not pure bluestone bricks, and many places are completely exposed to soil.

It’s autumn, the weather is dry, and the dust on the ground is blown up by the wind, which makes people’s eyes fascinated.

Such a place, let alone let Wu Sijie live in before, even the huge royal palace would probably not be able to find such a place.

Even the woodshed in Prince Wu Sijie's mansion and the yard where the servants live are hundreds of times stronger than this one.

Cui Wenkun looked up and looked at the small room in front of him, leaning alone against the wall of the yard.

If you have to describe this place, what Cui Wenkun can only think of is desolation.

A smile appeared on Cui Wenkun's lips, but this smile was definitely not friendly.

In this bloody dusk, there is an indescribable weirdness.

Without much thought, Cui Wenkun walked over.

However, Cui Wenkun's every step was very slow, as if he was going to test the patience of the person in the house.

Finally, Cui Wenkun finally arrived at the door of the room and gently placed his hand on the door panel. However, he did not push it open immediately, but looked left and right, observed for a while before pushing open the door and quickly walked in.

A faint light illuminated the narrow room slightly, and then fell into boundless darkness.

"Wen Kun?" Wu Sijie's voice sounded in the darkness, and he immediately captured Cui Wenkun's figure. After all, he had been in the darkness for so long that he had already adapted to such light.

Cui Wenkun did not adapt, but stood by the door. After staying for a while, he could barely see the situation here and shouted softly: "Prince."

"Is there water?" Wu Sijie asked anxiously.

"I brought soup to the prince..." Before Cui Wenkun finished speaking, he was interrupted impatiently by Wu Sijie, "Is there water?"

"Yes." Cui Wenkun responded quickly.

Wu Sijie rushed over and stretched out his hand and said anxiously: "Give it to me."

Cui Wenkun hurriedly handed the kettle over.

Wu Sijie snatched it over, raised his head, and poured it in with a gulp.

Cui Wenkun was a little scared when he saw it and quickly advised: "Prince, drink slowly, slower."

After drinking half a pot directly into it, Wu Sijie stopped, took a breath, smeared the water stains on his lips with his sleeves, and let out a long breath: "I'm so thirsty."

Cui Wenkun asked strangely: "Prince, didn't I bring water to the prince when I came at noon?"

"Isn't it enough to drink? Then bring some more next time." Cui Wenkun said so sincerely, and he is indeed a conscientious subordinate.

Wu Sijie murmured a little embarrassedly: "I didn't pay attention and knocked it over."

When Cui Wenkun heard this, he hurriedly looked for the reason on himself: "It's all my subordinate's fault. I'll put it in a water bag next time."

When Wu Sijie heard this, he became more and more embarrassed.

He is a prince, but he can't even drink water well, and he knocked it over. It's really embarrassing.
Chapter completed!