Wen Xiangyanyu

After a few days, a rare visitor came to Prince Yu's mansion, Princess Xihua, she came alone with only a few servants, and said she came to have a feast with Ling Qiyan.

Ling Qiyan was lying on the imperial concubine's couch under the shade of a tree in the courtyard, listening to music and drinking tea, stood up to greet the guests without interest, squinted his eyes and pointed casually, signaling the little princess to sit down casually.

Princess Xihua sat down carelessly. She and Ling Qiyan grew up together in front of the Queen Mother. She was used to mischief, and she didn't pay attention to those vain etiquette, and she calmly ordered people to peel grapes for herself.

Ling Qiyan asked her lazily: "What wind brought you here today? There is nothing good in my house to bring you trouble."

Princess Xihua scoffed at him: "Big cousin is really stingy, I have just entered the door, if you worry about it, I will miss the good things in your house."

"Isn't it? Then why are you here?" Ling Qiyan raised one eyebrow and looked at her.

The little princess rolled her eyes and approached Ling Qiyan with a smile. Ling Qiyan frowned and raised her fan to keep her away: "If you want to kiss each other, stay away from me."

"What are you pretending to be a gentleman?" Princess Xihua muttered in a low voice, and then put on a flattering smile, "Then what, I heard that your house recently accepted a scholar from the Imperial College as a guest?"

Ganqing came for Wen Ying's sake, not the good things in his house, but his people.

"So what?" Ling Qiyan said expressionlessly.

"Is he here today? The Imperial College is on vacation, so he should be at the residence? Tell him to come out and show me?"

Ling Qiyan didn't want to talk to her: "You, a little girl who hasn't left the court, come to my palace to see men, do you think it's appropriate? I'll tell my aunt later, you can decide for yourself."

"Then I'll tell my grandma, you're a man in the house!"

Ling Qiyan: "..."

All right, although the queen mother loves him, if she knows that he brought him back to the mansion, she will have to carry him into the palace to talk about it, and he doesn't want to deal with it.

"It's okay to watch, but you're only allowed to watch, don't think about what's there or what's not."

Ling Qiyan dropped these words and asked Jiang Lin to send someone to summon Wen Ying.

A quarter of an hour later, Wen Ying came over to the main courtyard. He didn't seem to expect that there were outsiders, so he stood aside and didn't make a sound.

Princess Xihua was beaming, and was talking to Ling Qiyan about the events of the past two days. On the summer solstice day before yesterday, Prince Ling Qiyu went to the Earth Altar to offer sacrifices on behalf of the emperor. How could he know that in the middle of the ceremony, two ferocious mad dogs rushed out and rampaged , Disturbed the crowd at the sacrificial ceremony, Ling Qiyu was so frightened that he sat on the ground with his buttocks, and lost all the prestige of the prince.

The little princess was happy while talking, her words were full of schadenfreude, she knew that Ling Qiyan was not on good terms with the prince, and she didn't like the bully prince who always bullied them when they were young, so she was very happy to bring his bad luck to Ling Qiyan share.

Ling Qiyan drank tea calmly, not surprised at all: "Really? The second child has been afraid of dogs since he was a child, so he didn't get scared out of his way?"

"Anyway, the sacrificial ceremony has not been completed."

Sacrifice on behalf of the Son of Heaven, but was disturbed by two vicious dogs. When the news got out, Ling Qiyu's face was lost.

Ling Qiyan smiled: "That can only be regarded as what he deserves, the wicked have their own evil dogs."

The little princess clapped her hands: "It's true!"

Wen Ying quietly listened to what they had said before going forward to greet them.

Princess Xihua's gaze turned to him, seeing the person with bright star-like eyes and a face like crown jade, she had been mentally prepared to look at him from such a close distance, but still blushed slightly.

Ling Qiyan glanced at the princess who was obsessed with watching, with a half-smile: "Does it look good?"

The little princess came back to her senses and blushed. After all, she was her daughter's family. No matter how informal she was, she stared blankly at a man, and it would be embarrassing to say it.

Taking another look at the handsome and cold Wen Ying, his heart pounded and he couldn't help being unwilling, so he lowered his voice and asked Ling Qiyan: "Big cousin, is this person really your guest?"

"Of course yes."

"Just doormen?"

Ling Qiyan laughed and said, "Otherwise?"

"Then,... I heard that he is the head of the case of Xiao Sanyuan in Jizhou, and he will take the provincial examination this autumn. Maybe he will be able to go to high school next spring?"

Ling Qiyan knew what this girl was up to. Wen Ying was just a poor scholar right now and couldn't afford her, but if he could get a Jinshi next year in Chunwei, or even be ranked first, why not marry the princess?

Moreover, Wen Ying is only 16 years old, and he is the rare leader of the trio. In the next big exam, his grades will definitely not be bad, and even the champion is very likely!

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan felt inexplicably upset.

Wen Ying kept his head down, wondering if he could hear clearly what the two brothers and sisters were talking about.

"What do you think?" Ling Qiyan asked with a smile, there was already a hint of coldness in the smile, and the little princess who was caught in the girl's arms didn't notice it.

"Big cousin, can I come to your house to play often in the future?"

The little princess eagerly begged Ling Qiyan, but Ling Qiyan refused without hesitation: "No, I said that a man and a woman can't get married. If you come a few more times, gossip will spread outside."

Dacheng is open to the people, and there is little defense between men and women. Therefore, girls and women from various prefectures can also watch events like polo, and some compete in person. Yes, if this matter gets out, people will gossip.

Although, Ling Qiyan didn't really care about this at all, he just wanted to invite people away quickly.

Princess Xihua pushed his arm angrily, unable to pretend anymore: "You think beautifully, this princess will marry no one who will marry you, and my mother will be the first to refuse."

Ling Qiyan reminded her with a smile: "We are each other, but grandma is very happy to see you and me succeed. If there is something bad to say outside, grandma and her old man may forcefully point out the marriage. It is good for you and me. After you It's better not to come to this prince's mansion to join in the fun, please."

Ling Qiyan had already started to chase people away, and Princess Xihua went to see Wen Ying again, feeling a little reluctant, until someone came in and reported that the eldest princess sent someone to call her back.

So she had to get up, give Ling Qiyan one last look, and tell him: "My mother doesn't agree, and my grandmother can't force me to point me to you, but when I entered the palace yesterday, my grandmother did say that she will help you choose a concubine again, you Weigh it for yourself."

After the little princess finished speaking, she walked away gracefully. When she passed by Wen Ying, she stopped and looked sideways at him. Wen Ying remained unmoved and kept her eyes down.

When she was far away, the servant girl from the princess mansion went back and forth, handed a sachet to Wen Ying, and said proudly: "The princess rewards you."

Wen Ying didn't answer, so the maid put the sachet into his hand and left again.

The courtyard finally quieted down. Ling Qiyan raised his feet to look at Wen Ying with a smile, and said bitterly: "You are really charming, and you are good at attracting bees and butterflies. This king's cousin likes you." You, my cousin also took a fancy to you, you said that you are really He De He Neng."

Wen Ying stepped forward, knelt down beside Ling Qiyan, and rubbed his calf for him.

After being pinched twice on the calf, Ling Qiyan's body softened by half, and his tone slowed down a bit. He squeezed Wen Ying's chin with two fingers, and looked at his face carefully from left to right: "What do you think your face is like?" How did you give birth? How did you give birth so well?"

Wen Yingdan said: "Your Highness was born better."

The smile on the corner of Ling Qiyan's mouth stagnated for a moment, and he swallowed more teasing words, let go, and fell back on the couch.

Wen Ying helped him press his legs, raised his eyes to look at him, and asked: "The prince encountered an accident during the sacrifice, but was it arranged by His Highness?"

Ling Qiyan closed his eyes and hummed twice.

"Isn't Your Highness afraid of being found out?"

"This king dares to do it, so naturally he won't leave anything behind," Ling Qiyan said and looked at him again, "What? Worried about this king?"

Before Wen Ying could speak, he was interrupted by Ling Qiyan raising his finger: "Okay, I know you want to say that this king is your backer, and if this king is unlucky and you are also unlucky, shut up."

Wen Ying stopped talking and continued to massage Ling Qiyan's legs with meticulous movements and great patience.

Ling Qiyan asked him: "Is your foot okay?"

"Thank you, Your Highness, for taking care of me, I'm done."

Ling Qiyan thought that when this kid entered the door just now, his feet were indeed not limping, so he didn't bother to ask any more.

He closed his eyes again, feeling comfortable after being rubbed and pressed. From time to time, he let out one or two short moans, which were sticky and very greasy.

Wen Ying listened absent-mindedly, and couldn't help but increase the strength in his hands.

After a while, he asked Ling Qiyan in a low voice: "Is Your Highness getting married?"

"I don't know, maybe." Ling Qiyan replied casually, with a dispensable attitude.

"Why didn't His Highness like the little princess just now?"

Ling Qiyan snorted: "Why does this king like a girl who grew up wetting the bed together?"

"The empress dowager wants to match you up, but Princess Huaying is not happy?"

"Naturally, my aunt is not happy. She doesn't like this dude like the king. Besides, you should have heard people say that this king is against his wife." Ling Qiyan said nonchalantly, as if talking about someone else's business .

Wen Ying frowned slightly.

He had indeed heard it mentioned that His Royal Highness Prince Yu was accused of being married at the age of 14, and his fiancée was a prostitute of a certain Hou family. As a result, half a month before the wedding, the girl suffered from a cold and died.After half a year, the queen mother pointed out to him the daughter of a second-rank official, and pointed out that the marriage had been carried on for less than three months, and the fiancée fell into her own lotus pond and drowned.

Afterwards, the name of Ling Qiyan and his wife was spread, and it was known to everyone. Now even if the queen mother wants to propose marriage to him again, she has to think twice.

It doesn't matter to Ling Qiyan, he didn't want to get married so soon, otherwise the unspeakable secrets in him would not be troublesome.

Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying with a smile: "What? Are you afraid? This king can't beat his wife, but he can't beat you. Is it possible that you still want to be my king's wife?"

As he spoke, his hands were irregularly placed on Wen Ying's chest, groping, pinching and rubbing, Wen Ying grabbed his hand with a cold face, and shook it away forcefully.

Ling Qiyan was stunned for a moment, his heart was burning, and he raised his hand to slap Wen Ying, but when he slapped it, he met his stubborn and deep black pupils, and his gaze swept across his fair and handsome face, and then he paused again.

Forget it,...he is sympathetic.

Such a beautiful face, what a pity to break it.

Ling Qiyan withdrew his hand resentfully, gritted his teeth, and cursed: "You really don't know how to compliment."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your tolerance, and don't care about the students." Wen Ying bowed his head, and thanked him submissively.

Ling Qiyan felt more at ease, and stretched out his hand: "Where is the sachet that girl Xihua gave you just now?"

Wen Ying handed him the sachet, feeling no regret at all.

Ling Qiyan threw it away casually: "Stay away from her in the future."