Wen Xiangyanyu

After the summer solstice, with the arrival of the dog days, the heat became more and more unbearable. Ling Qiyan couldn't stay at the house, so he went to a private village in the mountains to escape the summer heat, and brought Wen Ying who was bored in the room to study all day.

Wen Ying was still the same, going to greet him in Ling Qiyan's yard in the morning, and then going to accompany him to have dinner in the evening, spending more than an hour at Ling Qiyan's place, and then going back to his residence to read at night by lighting the lamp.

Ling Qiyan faced him, sometimes loving him a lot, sometimes being spoiled, and would swear and even hit people.

Of course, he didn't hit him in the face.

It's just that His Royal Highness Prince Yu's wish to drag her to bed has never been fulfilled.

Ling Qiyan sleeps most of the time every day. When he wakes up, he listens to music and drinks tea, or goes to the racecourse for horse racing. His life is extremely lazy.

After a few days, Zhang Yuan and Liu Qingxi came again, and it was Ling Qiyan who sent someone to call them. Playing with these people is really not interesting, but Ling Qiyan is too boring.

These dandies came to the villa, just to indulge in pleasure, spend time and drink, playing around is always those tricks.

During the period, Ling Qiyan invited Wen Ying to drink with him, and everyone was no stranger to him appearing beside His Royal Highness Prince Yu.

Later, Ling Qiyan got a headache from drinking too much, and wrapped Wen Yinglai around him, asking him to accompany him back to the room. Wen Ying stood up calmly amidst the playful smiles of the others, and helped the drunken Highness Yuwang to leave.

Kneeling in front of the couch, Wen Ying squeezed a hot cloth to wipe Ling Qiyan's face. Ling Qiyan didn't want anyone else to serve him, but just clung to him.

The drunk kept planting himself in front of Wen Ying, and the warm breath with the smell of alcohol was next to Wen Ying's ears. Wen Ying squeezed the back of his neck and pulled him away, and Ling Qiyan, who was so drunk, stuck him back.

"Poor scholar, this king is rare for you, let this king favor you, this king will give you all good things."

Ling Qiyan was full of nonsense, and his feet without shoes and socks stepped and rubbed on Wen Ying's thighs, but Wen Ying couldn't bear to grab them.

The touch feels creamy and cold, even this place is like soft tofu to the touch of His Royal Highness Yu Wang.

Ling Qiyan was rubbed by Wen Ying to the sensitive part of the sole of his feet, and he couldn't bear to pant and groan: "What are you doing, you are committing the same crime, how brave you are..."

Wen Ying ignored him, continued to pinch him with one hand, and wiped his face with the other.

Ling Qiyan clasped Wen Ying's wrist instead, and took his hand to touch up his ankle, slid across the calf, then to the thigh, all the way to the heel of the leg, and softly ordered him: "Here, also for this Wang Momo."

Wen Ying ignored him and directly withdrew his hand.

"Why are you like this..."

Ling Qiyan was angry, but he was powerless, not to mention beating someone, even swearing, he couldn't exert his strength, so he just stared at Wen Ying with shining eyes, his beautiful peach eyes were slightly raised at the end of his eyes, glowing Red, like blooming rouge.

Wen Ying patted the back of his hand: "Your Highness is drunk, go to sleep, or you will have a headache at night."

"I don't sleep, you play chess with me." Ling Qiyan ordered him ferociously.

"Then we have to wait for the students to go back and change their clothes. Doesn't His Highness feel bad?"

When he helped Ling Qiyan back first, he was spat all over. Ling Qiyan wrinkled his nose when he heard the words, and said in distaste: "Hurry up, get out after changing your clothes."

Wen Ying retreated from Ling Qiyan's yard, carrying a lantern and walked to his residence without asking anyone to follow.

The night was already deep, only the place where the main courtyard and the playboys were still brightly lit, the further you went to the remote place, the less light you could see.

Wen Ying needs to be quiet to study during the day, and Ling Qiyan asked someone to arrange a yard for him, which is at the most remote northwest corner of the villa, next to the back mountain.

Before entering the door, Wen Ying blinked and saw a entangled figure entering the forest in front of him. He paused, turned off the lantern calmly, and followed.

In the forest, under the cover of the thick tree trunks, Wen Ying listened to a live sex scene.

The man is Liu Qingxi, and the woman should be a maidservant of Prince Yu's Mansion. He met Ling Qiyan before, and she is a second-class maidservant.

Although Ling Qiyan connived at these playboys to have fun in his own villa, but without his permission, he would not let these people touch the people in his family.

So these two people were having an affair, and they were afraid of being found out, so they chose this dark mountain forest.

Wen Ying waited for a full quarter of an hour before the two of them ended, still holding each other and talking affectionately, Liu Qingxi yelled heartily, "You little rascal, you are finally willing to obey my young master today, why, but you are dead!" The heart that was confiscated by His Highness?"

The woman snorted softly and said with a coquettish smile: "Your Highness, he can't do it. Didn't you guess it a long time ago? He accepted such a poor scholar in his house. In the end, it doesn't matter who is cheaper. If you don't give up, you will become an old lady, Liu Lang, you promise, you will marry the servant."

Liu Qingxi laughed for a while: "Don't worry, after a while, I will find a reason to beg you with His Highness. You came from His Highness's house, and a noble concubine cannot do without you."

The woman was very happy when she heard the words, and made out with Liu Qingxi for a while, saying that she was afraid that His Highness would become suspicious after a long delay, so she left first, packed up her clothes, and left in a hurry.

Liu Qingxi waited for a while longer to make sure that the maid was far away, and then slowly swayed down the mountain. Before she could walk out of the forest, she was suddenly strangled by someone's arms across her neck, and just about to shout, her mouth was covered again.

Wen Ying dragged Liu Qingxi up to the cliff, and there was a deep lake below the cliff.

Liu Qingxi was pulled by Wen Ying's hair and pushed to kneel on the edge of the cliff. He kept shaking, his whole face flushed, and he wanted to shout, but because he was too scared, he could only make a hoo hoo sound with his mouth wide open, struggling desperately to think. To escape from Wen Ying's hands, he was no match for his strength.

Liu Qingxi raised his head with all his strength, met Wen Ying's cold and cruel eyes, and suddenly opened them wide, filled with unbelievable fear: "It's you, let it go..."

Wen Ying pulled his hair, suppressed him, and asked coldly, "How did Zhao Xi die?"

Guilt slipped through Liu Qingxi's eyes, panting and trembling: "I, I don't know, I don't know..."

Wen Ying pushed him out.

"Don't push me down! I said, said! He was, was raped, raped by Duke Wei, and, and his followers, and was thrown, thrown into the lake..."

Wen Ying's pupils shrank fiercely, and the anger and murderous intent in his eyes rolled alternately. Liu Qingxi was already in tears, begging him to let him go, and talking nonsense that he was not the one who fell in love with Zhao Xi, so throw Zhao Xi down It's not him who owns the lake, he just helps those people deal with the aftermath.

"Who are the servants of Duke Wei's son?"

Liu Qingxi blurted out a few names, all of them belonged to aristocratic families.

"You said you were just helping them with their aftermath?"

Wen Ying's icy voice didn't fluctuate at all, and his other hand was already on Liu Qingxi's neck, with his fingers resting on his vital veins.

Liu Qingxi was shaking like chaff: "Yes, it was the son's order. That kid kept crying. The son was afraid, afraid that something would happen to him, and he wanted to take care of him. I, I just took someone to throw him into the lake. It wasn't me who did it, really. not me……"

Wen Ying didn't listen to his sophistry, and calmly looked at the extremely frightened and disgusted face in front of him, as if thinking about something.

He knew that this man could not swim.

This man threw Zhao Xi into the lake. He avenged Zhao Xi. Throwing him into the lake is fair, isn't it?

When the mountain wind suddenly picked up, Wen Ying let go of his hand and pushed lightly, and soon there was the sound of heavy objects falling into the water from the bottom of the cliff.

He stood expressionlessly on the edge of the cliff for a moment, closed his eyes, turned and left.

When going down the mountain, I also picked up the lanterns that had fallen in the forest and had been extinguished long ago, and erased all the traces that might be left behind.

Go back to your residence, change your clothes, wash your hands, and then go to the main courtyard.

Ling Qiyan leaned on the couch and fell asleep, Wen Ying waited for a while, seeing that Ling Qiyan had no intention of waking up, and when he was about to leave, Ling Qiyan let out a "huh" in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes.

The eunuch beside him handed him warm water, and Ling Qiyan drank half a cup to moisten his throat, and looked at Wen Ying with misty eyes: "Where have you been? Why have you been changing clothes for so long? My lord waits." You for a long time."

"The students went to the toilet and took a bath again, so it was delayed." Wen Ying answered him calmly.

Ling Qiyan drank too much, his mind was muddled, and he didn't pursue too much, so he asked Wen Ying to sit down and play chess with him.

But even though he was playing chess, he was dishonest, harassing Wen Ying from time to time, hooking his fingers to scratch the palm of his hand, or touching his leg that was resting on his side.

Wen Ying remained calm, focusing on the chess game, holding the chess piece and thinking about the next move.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ling Qiyan got angry again, pushed the chessboard, turned over, climbed onto Wen Ying, and sat on his lap.

Wen Ying was pushed by Ling Qiyan, leaned back on the couch, and looked at the drunk in front of him calmly.

Ling Qiyan sat on Wen Ying's body, twitching restlessly, entwining his fingers around the skirt of his clothes: "Do you think you really were a monk in your previous life? Why are you so ignorant?"

Ling Qiyan was very drunk, and the jade hairpin that tied his hair had loosened at some point, and his long black hair fell down, which made him look like jade and beautiful, and there was an indescribable charm between his drunken eyebrows, A pair of rippling eyes silently hooked people's hearts, Wen Ying watched intently, his throat rolled up and down unconsciously.

"Your Highness..."

Ling Qiyan had torn Wen Ying's front skirts apart, pulled off the material on one shoulder, lowered his head and rubbed it, first touched it with his lips, and then bit him hard.

Wen Ying closed his eyes and let him bite, recalling what the maid said earlier in the forest, she slid her finger to Ling Qiyan's waist and squeezed it lightly.

Obviously there was a reaction, Wen Ying obviously felt it, and he himself had it too, but he tried his best to endure it.

Ling Qiyan had enough bites, finally Shi Shiran let go, looked at the deep red tooth marks on Wen Ying's shoulder with satisfaction, and pressed it to his ear to bewitch him: "Just tonight, how about following this king?"

Wen Ying squinted at him, their eyes met, the distance between them was so close that they almost blended with each other's breathing.

Ling Qiyan blinked slowly and stared at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying hugged him and sat up. Without waiting for Ling Qiyan's reaction, he turned over and pressed him down on the couch, with his hands on Ling Qiyan's side. Ling Qiyan didn't seem to understand why, but still looked at him without moving his eyes.

Wen Ying's eyes dimmed, his breathing became a little heavier, and he slowly leaned against his lower body.

After a while, he let go of Ling Qiyan, got down on the couch and knelt down on the ground, and his voice returned to calm: "It's late, Your Highness should rest, the students should go back."

While Ling Qiyan was in a daze, Wen Ying had stood up, bowed and stepped back. When he turned around and was about to walk out the door, Ling Qiyan finally came back to his senses, picked up the shoes by the couch, and slammed Wen Ying hard on the back. go.

Wen Ying turned his head, Ling Qiyan's eyes were red with anger, and he stared at him, Wen Ying went out without stopping.

There was the sound of porcelain falling to the ground behind him, and Wen Ying seemed to have never heard it. He walked into the pitch-black night again, and there was no trace of wave in his dark eyes.