Wen Xiangyanyu

Ling Qiyan was always in a daze, until Wen Ying took off his belt, pulled down his obscene pants, and lowered his head to hold his soft and delicate stem, he stepped on his tail like a cat, almost jumping up.

Wen Ying suppressed him, didn't let him move, just knelt down in front of him, trying his best to help him swallow.

Wen Ying's mouth skills are not very good, and he almost bit Ling Qiyan several times, bumping his mouth to help him with it, and then licking him with his tongue.

Ling Qiyan finally came back to his senses, his eyes moved down and landed on the top of Wen Ying's head, and then he could only see the firm lines of his side face, up and down because of his own movements.

Ling Qiyan's mind went blank for a moment, and his face turned red all of a sudden. In Wen Ying's mouth, the soft lower part of his lower body slowly reacted and swelled up bit by bit.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth, and grabbed Wen Ying's hair again, not knowing whether he wanted to push him away or press him deeper.

Even so, intermittent sweet moaning still overflowed uncontrollably from the corner of Ling Qiyan's mouth.

Ling Qiyan was very cool, never felt so good, the taste of desire was like this, it was like fireworks were constantly blooming in his mind, blowing him into a daze, like falling into the clouds.

For the first time in his life, the pain in that place was so swollen that he could hardly bear it. Ling Qiyan pulled Wen Ying's hair hard, no longer satisfied with the frequency of his manipulation, straightened up, and took the initiative to send himself into Wen Ying's mouth. , almost reaching deepthroat.

Ling Qiyan didn't hold on for too long, the last firework exploded in his mind, and he also confessed for the first time in Wen Ying's mouth.

After suddenly relaxing, Ling Qiyan's body fell back and limp on the couch.

In the quiet room, there was only the sound of Ling Qiyan's messy breathing for a while.

It took him a long time to regain his composure, and his eyes slowly turned to look at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying was still kneeling on the ground, the corners of his mouth were stained white, and matched with his handsome face, he was both obscene and voluptuous, just looking at it like this, Ling Qiyan felt that he had just vented himself place, wanted again.

"Poor scholar, my lord..." Ling Qiyan's voice was soft, mixed with lust, and he was hesitant to speak.

There was a fleeting gloomy look in Wen Ying's eyes, and his face was still calm and calm. He swallowed all the things Ling Qiyan shot out, covered Ling Qiyan's penis with his hands, and continued to help him.

The only response to him was Ling Qiyan's increasingly sweet and provocative moans.

Ling Qiyan collapsed on the couch in a daze, unable to utter a word, with tears in his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, and he remained motionless.

Wen Ying took a sip from the tea bowl that had been cold for a long time, diluting the salty taste in his mouth, got up and walked to the door, opened it a little, and signaled to the servants outside: "Bring a basin of hot water."

Jiang Lin's eyes were frightened, and he stared at Wen Ying, as if he thought he had done something to His Highness.

Wen Ying ignored him, and closed the door directly after explaining the matter.

After the hot water was delivered, Wen Ying helped Ling Qiyan wipe it clean, tidied his clothes, washed his hands, and whispered to Ling Qiyan, "It's getting late, Your Highness should rest earlier", and retreated.

When the footsteps faded away, Ling Qiyan suddenly came back to his senses, sat up abruptly, the expression on his face was constantly changing, so exciting, Jiang Lin moved over cautiously, and called him: "Your Highness..."

Ling Qiyan took a deep breath and calmed down his mind: "Forget it, let's serve this king to wash himself."

Wen Ying's body completely slid into the bathtub, the hot water covered his head, he closed his eyes, and all that flashed in his mind was Ling Qiyan's lustful, peach-like face.

He got up suddenly, stepped out of the bathtub, pulled the coat on the screen and put it on, his expression had returned to normal, walked to the table, poured three cups of cold water in succession, suppressed the evil fire in his body, The taste in the mouth is also completely light.

Early the next morning, Wen Ying went to greet Ling Qi with a banquet as usual.

Ling Qiyan was having breakfast, and he motioned lazily for him to sit down.

Wen Ying sat down calmly, and ate some food with Ling Qiyan. Later, he got up and said goodbye, saying that he would go back to study. Ling Qiyan might not be sure. He raised his eyelids while drinking tea: "You want to run after eating?"

Listening to these words, it seemed a little unspeakable, Wen Ying shut up and stood aside, waiting for Ling Qiyan to say something.

Ling Qiyan coughed lightly, put down the teacup, and said, "Last night, you served us well, but..."

Wen Ying listened quietly.

Ling Qiyan raised his eyes, and looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: "You don't think this is enough, do you? The king didn't allow you to leave, why did you run away by yourself?"

Wen Ying asked him calmly: "Your Highness has vented twice, can you still wake up?"

Ling Qiyan almost threw the teacup in his hand at him: "Oh."

"Let's talk about it next time," Wen Ying rarely gave in, and added in a low voice, "Your Highness, indulgence will hurt your body."

Ling Qiyan was a little suffocated, this poor scholar really has the ability, a few words can make him flattered, but he has just tasted the taste, he is warm to this kid, and he can't bear to touch him.

Even the thought of driving him away yesterday has long been forgotten.

Slowly finished half a cup of tea in his hand, Ling Qiyan put down the tea cup and asked him: "Tell me, you didn't suddenly become enlightened last night, what is the picture this time?"

Wen Ying knelt down and lowered his head.

Ling Qiyan pouted: "If you want this king to help you kill the prince of the Duke of Wei, you should give up your heart as soon as possible. Although this king can't understand that bastard very much, he is my cousin after all. , this king has no reason to kill him, nor is he capable of killing him."

"The students just want to seek justice." Wen Ying's voice was hoarse.

"Ask for justice?" Ling Qiyan sneered, "Are you too stupid or too naive? In Shangjing City, power and status are the laws of heaven and justice. The only fault is that you and your fellow countryman are not born well. What do you want to ask for?" Fairness? Do you think that by exposing what Shen Xingyao and the others did, they can be punished? Do you have evidence? Those people who are in the sky are just being treated as laughing stocks and talked about behind their backs. Does it affect? ​​After a while, when the limelight passes, they will still come out to have fun and continue to harm people, so what can you do with them?"

Wen Ying clenched his fists tightly, pinching his fingers deeply into his palms.

It's not that he didn't understand, so he looked for opportunities that night and directly killed Liu Qingxi, but for those other people, it was very difficult for him to find such a favorable opportunity for a second time, and it was impossible for him to seek justice in an open and honest manner. .

Seeing Wen Ying's gloomy expression, Ling Qiyan grabbed his chin and squeezed it lightly: "Are you thinking? If this king really wants to help you, it may not be impossible to find evidence of their rape and murder? As long as this king insists on pursuing it, it may not be possible Can't they be punished?"

Indeed, he is the eldest son of the emperor and the prince. If he really intends to investigate this matter, it is very likely that he will find out the truth of the matter, but he is not willing. Why would he make enemies with those families for the sake of a male favourite?Even though he and the Shen family didn't want to see each other, he didn't want to turn against them.

Wen Ying didn't answer, but looked straight at Ling Qiyan.

After all, Ling Qiyan couldn't stand being stared at by the beauty, so he turned his eyes away and changed his words: "Okay, if you want to deal with them, you don't have to fight them openly, some of them are dirty tricks, don't they like to ask for flowers? Then let They stumbled once on the thing they are most passionate about, just wait and see, this king will give you an explanation."

Wen Ying stopped talking, knelt down, and solemnly kowtowed to Ling Qiyan. For the first time, Ling Qiyan could see a bit of respect in his expression.

Looking at it like this, Ling Qiyan felt a little unhappy: "That Zhao Xi, is it worth you to do this? Is it really just to repay your teacher's kindness? It's not because you have some affair with that classmate of yours, right?"

It's no wonder he thought so, although he had never seen Zhao Xi, but if he could be spotted by that boy Shen Xingyao, his appearance must not be bad.

"No," Wen Ying flatly denied, "the student has no personal relationship with him, they are just friends, but the friend died tragically, and he is the grandson of the teacher, the student can't ignore it, otherwise he will have no face to go back to see the teacher."

"All right, all right," Ling Qiyan interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Don't explain it, I just believe it, and you can do it yourself. Liu Qingxi's matter, you'd better not do it a second time, this time it's because The incident happened in this king's village, and those officials dare not investigate carefully, so next time you may have such good luck."

"Students know that... His Highness is so kind, students will never forget it."

After being flattered by him, Ling Qiyan finally felt relieved, and hooked his fingers: "Get up and drink tea with me."

In the afternoon, the person sent outside to investigate the situation came back to report to Ling Qiyan, saying that the maid who was taken away yesterday entered the yamen of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, was interrogated all night, and was still bitten to death. , It is estimated that after two days, the Ministry of Criminal Justice will release the person back.

If it were someone else, they might be locked up for a few more days, and they might be tortured into a scapegoat, but since Ling Qiyan has opened his mouth, and there is no evidence that lynching is not allowed to extract confessions, they will definitely not be able to lock them up, and they will all have to be punished. Tail sent back.

Ling Qiyan listened lazily, and told Jiang Lin: "Speak to the steward of Zhuangzi, after you send it back, you can stay here, and put it behind to be a rough servant girl, and don't appear in front of this king again. the eye of the king."

Jiang Lin hurriedly responded.

Wen Ying sat on his knees and rubbed Ling Qiyan's calf, with a little more force, Ling Qiyan let out a soft "hiss": "Be gentle."

Wen Ying slowed down his movements, and asked Ling Qiyan in a low voice: "Your Highness, will this cause trouble to Prince Yu's Mansion?"

Ling Qiyan snorted, "Are you worried about causing trouble to Prince Yu's Mansion now? I thought I really raised a white-eyed wolf."

Wen Ying frowned.

Ling Qiyan said indifferently: "What trouble can there be? It is nonsense to say that the maid killed Liu Qingxi. How can it be so easy for a weak girl to kill him without anyone noticing? Besides, he His body was not found in this Zhuangzi, maybe he was killed by someone after he left here, so it has nothing to do with me."

"That Liu Shilang..."

"It's just a third-rank official, how can he still hate me?"

Ling Qiyan was very disapproving: "Even if he is really suspicious of me, would he dare to trouble me? If I let those officials come to Zhuangzi to ask questions, it is already a kindness. If I am not willing, they would not even have a relationship yesterday. None of them can come in."

He said, squinting at Wen Ying again: "It's you, when you become an official in the future, with your lofty and arrogant stinking virtue, and without roots, you will inevitably be targeted by others. You might as well worry about yourself. This king is willing to protect you, but if you get close to this king, if the prince is there, you will not be able to please him."

Wen Ying didn't answer, and was silent for a while, then asked him suddenly: "How long can His Highness protect the students?"

Ling Qiyan choked, and Wen Ying raised his eyes: "Perhaps before the student became an official, His Royal Highness was already tired of the student and drove the student away. After a long time, who still remembers that the student used to be His Highness's person, and the student will become a member of His Highness in the future?" After entering the imperial court, it is only the student's good luck to go any further."

Wen Ying's expression was too magnanimous, and Ling Qiyan was a little embarrassed. This kid was right, not to mention waiting for him to become an official, it's hard to say whether he can maintain his freshness for this year, so why worry about him In the future, it's really unnecessary.

Although, looking at this poor scholar, he really felt very itchy.

So during dinner, Ling Qiyan tricked Wen Ying into drinking a few more glasses of wine. After getting drunk, he pestered him and asked him to obey him tonight.

Unmoved, Wen Ying reminded him blankly: "Your Highness, indulgence really hurts your body. You are only in your teens, so you should take it easy."

While speaking, Wen Ying knelt in front of the bed, took off his shoes and socks for Ling Qiyan, and helped him wash his feet.

Deliberately rubbed the sensitive part of his feet a few times, then squeezed his round toes, heard Ling Qiyan's gasp, and after that, was kicked to the heart by the sullen Ling Qiyan: "If you don't want to, just Get away."

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at him with a calm expression, and only Ling Qiyan's gorgeous face under the palace lantern could be seen, and most of the humiliation and resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for many days seemed to disappear.

"Your Highness, calm down, the students didn't mean to make you angry."

Wen Ying whispered, grabbed Ling Qiyan's feet to dry him, squeezed them lightly twice, and then helped him change his clothes. Ling Qiyan kept moaning, but he didn't beat or scold him again.

After the arrogant Highness finally fell asleep and turned off the lights, Wen Ying resigned and left.

Ling Qiyan turned over in his sleep, thinking in a daze, why did he run away again...