Wen Xiangyanyu

Back at the palace, Wen Ying still knelt in front of Ling Qiyan, pleading guilty to him again.

Ling Qiyan scolded and scolded, kicked and kicked, and seeing his overly handsome face again, most of his anger has disappeared. I can't blame Wen Ying for this matter, it's just that his face is too ostentatious Some, just coveted.

Seeing that Ling Qiyan's expression had softened, Wen Ying asked him in a low voice: "Your Highness, didn't you say that you don't want to turn against the Shen family?"

"It was Shen Xingyao, that bastard who first troubled me." Ling Qiyan was annoyed.

He didn't want to tear himself apart with the Shen family, but he couldn't bear Shen Xingyao's nose to the face, and even those followers dared to make obscenities about him, what did they say? ... What do you mean he was raped by Wen Ying?

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan frowned, looked at Wen Ying, his eyes fell between his slightly deep brows, and a subtle feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

Just such a poor scholar, who has no power or power, still wants to marry his dignified prince, the eldest son of the emperor?The absurdity of the wild world!

So he hooked his fingers, Wen Ying moved forward knowingly, Ling Qiyan raised his hand, wanting to give him a slap, raised his hand, think about it and forget it.

Forget it, it's not that this kid dared to have such dirty thoughts, so why blame him.

Thinking of these romantic events, Ling Qiyan's mind inevitably became active again. These days, he still failed to put Wen Ying to bed. Every time he wanted to, Wen Ying would either use his mouth or hands to make him disappear. Strength, when I think about it again, I haven't really done it yet, this kid has already run away again, it's like this every time, Ling Qiyan feels very suffocated when he thinks about it.

Wen Ying didn't know that Ling Qiyan was thinking about these things again, so he asked him suddenly: "Your Highness, does the prince usually take snuff?"

The charming reverie in Ling Qiyan's mind was interrupted, and he was taken aback for a moment, and met Wen Ying's gaze, and couldn't help feeling a little suspicious: "Why are you asking this? If my king remembers correctly, this is your second time. You asked me about snuff, what did you keep from me?"

After a while of silence, Wen Ying took out a very delicate snuff bottle from his arms and handed it to Ling Qiyan.

Ling Qiyan took it and took a closer look. The snuff bottle was made of glass, crystal clear and very beautiful. The body of the pot was painted with blue peacocks and inlaid with sapphires.

He was slightly surprised: "This is...?"

"Has Your Highness seen this snuff bottle before?"

"I've seen it. The local people who pay tribute, during the New Year's Day, the father gave it to the prince at random."

If so, Wen Ying thought in his heart, the vague smell he had smelled on the prince before was the same as the smell of the tobacco in this snuff bottle, this snuff bottle really belonged to the prince.

Wen Ying explained in a deep voice: "This snuff bottle was picked up by the students from Zhao Xi's belongings. About four or five months ago, Liu Qingxi coaxed Zhao Xi to get acquainted with one of them. He was good to Zhao Xi, and even gave him this snuff bottle. Zhao Xi is simple-minded, and took it seriously. Several times, the students saw him holding this in his hand, as if he was thinking of someone, student I asked him, but he hesitated and refused to say who sent it, he only said that the person was good to him and would not lie to him."

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "Liu Qingxi gave your best friend to the crown prince? The second child also plays with boys? Why didn't this prince know before?"

As he said, his eyes rolled and he became angry again: "So you asked me before whether I smoke snuff, did you really doubt me?"

Wen Ying shut up.

Ling Qiyan kicked him again, really angry.

After Ling Qiyan was overwhelmed, Wen Ying said: "Students don't believe that person is the heir of the Duke of Wei. If he is the heir of the Duke of Wei, Zhao Xi will definitely not be tempted by him."

That's right, Shen Xingyao's dog, even though he looks fairly flat, is extremely wretched, because he indulged too much at a young age, he looks like he has been hollowed out, he has to be so blind to take interest in him.

Ling Qiyan was deeply convinced: "The second child puts on a gentle and gentle appearance in front of people. It is still okay to deceive a simple scholar like Zhao Xi. Besides, he is a prince, and he lowers his figure a little to coax others. Give some good things, and someone will take the bait, but since Shen Xingyao and the others dare to attack Zhao Xi, the second child must have acquiesced, maybe he got tired of playing with people, so he threw it to Shen Xingyao and the others."

It is not without such precedents, but they used to be women, and it was the first time that Ling Qiyu was a little surprised when he found out that Ling Qiyu was also playing the role of Xiaolangjun.

There was a hint of cruelty in Wen Ying's eyes, and it was quietly withdrawn in a flash. Ling Qiyan thought for a moment and reminded him: "Don't try to trouble the prince anymore. If something happens to the prince, I will take it seriously. I can't save you, so let's end this matter, Shen Xingyao and those individuals have almost learned a lesson if they want to."

Wen Ying asked him, "Your Highness, do you really have no ambition at all?"

Ling Qiyan was immediately amused: "What? You still want to encourage this king to seize the heir?"

"You are the eldest son of the emperor, that position should have been yours."

Li Chang Li Di, Ling Qi Banquet occupied both, he should be the rightful crown prince, but because the emperor was eccentric, the one who entered the East Palace became his second younger brother.

At that time, the emperor insisted on doing this, and the resistance in the court was not small. Even today, there are still some stubborn veterans who abide by the rules of their ancestors, or people with ulterior motives, who don't care about Ling Qiyu, the prince.

If Ling Qiyan really has this intention, even if he has a bad reputation and a bad reputation, he may not be invincible, just depends on what he thinks.

"This king is fighting for the position of the crown prince. Wouldn't it be nice to be a idle king, eating, drinking and having fun every day?" Ling Qiyan said with a smile.

Wen Ying disagreed and said, "Your Majesty is in his prime now. As long as he reigns for a day, you will naturally be an idle king, but what about after 20 or 30 years? Are you not afraid that the crown prince will kill you at that time?" ?Since there is an opportunity, why don't you think more about yourself?"

The smile on the corner of Ling Qiyan's mouth faded a little: "What chance is there? I really want to fight. It's easy to say if I succeed. If I fail, I'm afraid I won't have it in 20 or 30 years. I have a good time, so why waste it here?" In this kind of thing, it's not worth it."

The truth is, he doesn’t want to fight at all, he’s used to being careless, and now he’s living so comfortably, so why bother, we’ll just talk about the future, if he’s lucky, in a few years, he’ll find a place for himself Some fiefdoms hide out, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, so it may not be impossible to live a lifetime in peace.

If he is unlucky,... that's fine, he accepts his fate.

After a moment of silence, Wen Ying bowed his head and stopped talking. Ling Qiyan stretched out his hand and tapped his finger on his chest: "Do you still want to follow me for 20 or 30 years? Didn't you say before that I won't wait for you to become an official?" Will it get tired of you? Tsk."

When Ling Qiyan spoke, he leaned closer to Wen Ying, breathing almost on his neck, and there was a bit of playfulness in his words.

Wen Ying's eyelashes moved, his eyes turned sideways, and fell on the beautiful smiling face close at hand, and asked, "Will your highness be the same as the prince?"

"What?" Ling Qiyan said, and after understanding the meaning of his words, the smile in his eyes deepened, "Don't worry, this king is not that hypocritical crown prince, this king is a man of benevolence and righteousness, in the future even if you don't follow This king is gone, and this king will not throw you at will to others to harm you."

Wen Ying turned his gaze away and stopped looking at him.

After dinner, Ling Qiyan left Wen Ying again, dragged him to play a game of chess absent-mindedly, drank another cup of tea, waved all the servants back, and signaled Wen Ying: "Lie down, take off your pants. "

Wen Ying consciously went to help him untie his belt, but Ling Qiyan waved his hand away: "No, today the king must fuck you, take off your pants."

Wen Ying paused for a moment, then looked up at Ling Qiyan quietly.

Ling Qiyan raised his chin: "What are you looking at? Didn't you hear my king's order?"

"If Your Highness doesn't want the students to serve you like before, the students can give you some other tricks." Wen Ying's voice was hoarse, bewitching him.

Ling Qiyan was a little suspicious: "...what kind of trick?"

Ling Qiyan spread his legs, sat on Wen Ying, held his face in his hands, and rubbed his fingers fondly on his handsome face.

Wen Ying looked back at him with a calm expression, and there were beating fire clusters in his eyes.

The naked lower bodies of the two were stuck together, Ling Qiyan's upturned buttocks unconsciously rubbed back and forth on Wen Ying's thigh, and Wen Ying's hand on his waist gradually increased.

This is the first time that Wen Ying really took off his pants in front of him. Ling Qiyan's eyes moved down and landed on his things. He compared them with his own and was secretly unhappy. Why is this person taller than himself? Some, even this place is bigger than myself.

But he soon had no time to think about it. Wen Ying held the stems of the two of them together in his hands, and squeezed them quickly. In the constant grinding of each other, the pleasure accumulated rapidly, and Ling Qiyan's voice became hoarse. His body also softened, and he lay on Wen Ying's shoulder, humming along with the movements of his hands.

It seems that doing this is more exciting than Wen Ying simply serving him with his hands.

But this was not enough, Ling Qiyan was a little dissatisfied, and complained in Wen Ying's ear: "You lied to me, you said to change to some new tricks..."

Wen Ying let go, hugged Ling Qiyan's waist, and lifted him up. Ling Qiyan was caught off guard, almost screamed, and fell back on his lap. The next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

He looked down, and saw that Wen Ying's strong thighs were close together, clamping his stem, tightening them tightly, Ling Qiyan blushed suddenly, his throat tightened, and a moan-like panting sound came out of his mouth.

Before he could react, Wen Ying had already pressed his whole body into his arms, hugged his waist, and kept pushing his thighs up and down, making Ling Qiyan's thing rub back and forth between his legs.

The stems continued to swell as they entered and exited, and bumped into Wen Yinggao's upturned objects from time to time, sticking to sticky water stains.

...How could it be like this.

Ling Qiyan's body was completely soft, and his mind went blank due to the intense stimulation, so he could only passively lie on Wen Ying's shoulder, and let him move himself.

"Um……"

His Royal Highness Yu Wang's delicate and beautiful face was flushed with lust, his glistening eyes were occupied by lust, and the moles at the end of his eyes were smudged to make him more ostentatious.

During the uninterrupted friction, Ling Qiyan lost his mind in a trance, and could only pant and moan with his mouth wide open, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

In the end, he couldn't take it anymore, and bit Wen Ying's neck hard.

Wen Ying turned his head to look at him, there was some emotion in his dark eyes, after all, he didn't do anything, but when Ling Qiyan was the most passionate, he dropped a faint kiss on the hair on his sideburns.

When he sat in the bathtub, Ling Qiyan's body was still soft, and he didn't ask anyone to come in to wait for him to wipe his back. He just leaned against the wall of the pool, closed his eyes and meditated.

As the heat steamed upwards, Ling Qiyan became more and more lazy, but his mind gradually cleared up. After reminiscing about the taste he had tasted earlier, he couldn't help but smacked his lips, and then frowned again.

Just now he was coaxed into a daze by Wen Ying, and he didn't realize it. Looking back now, it seems that Wen Ying dominated the whole process?Although he was the one who got the fun, that poor scholar was too arrogant. Moreover, he didn't really get the man, and told the kid to run away.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan was furious again, and punched hard into the bathtub.

Wen Ying went back to the residence, took a hasty bath, washed off the stickiness on his body, sat under the lamp, picked up the book, but he was a little out of his mind, and from time to time, when Ling Qiyan was in a daze, when Ling Qiyan was in a state of confusion and love, passed by. Those eyes that hook people.

After sitting quietly for a while, Wen Ying turned off the light, lay down on the bed, and held his hands down.

Closing his eyes, Ling Qiyan's pair of watery peach blossom eyes appeared in front of his eyes again, and the provocative voice was also faintly in his ears.

In the early morning of the second day, not long after Ling Qiyan got up, a servant hurried in to report that someone had come to Fengyi Palace, and the Empress sent him to the palace to ask questions.

Ling Qiyan stretched, he knew he couldn't escape, but he didn't expect to come so soon.

"Let them wait, my king hasn't had breakfast yet."

After that, he told Jiang Lin: "Send someone to Ningshou Palace and tell the Queen Mother about the matter."

Jiang Lin accepted the order and hurried to do it.

Wen Ying came in to pay his respects, and when he heard this, he asked him, "Is there something wrong with your Highness entering the palace?"

"What could be the matter, isn't it just being punished by the queen, what else can it do?" Ling Qiyan didn't take it seriously, and in private, he didn't even bother to say a word to the queen.

Seemingly forgetting the suffocation from last night, after finishing speaking, Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying with a smile again: "Are you really worried about me?"

Wen Ying looked at him, his throat rolled, and said: "Your Highness, go early and return early."

The author says:

In addition, I saw that some people seem to have a little misunderstanding about snuff. Snuff is not opium. It was a very fashionable thing for the rich and powerful in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It is less harmful to the body than modern cigarettes. You just think they are smoking.