Wen Xiangyanyu

The Empress Dowager originally wanted to stay Ling Qiyan in the palace for two days, but Ling Qiyan couldn't stay longer, so she had dinner that evening and went out of the palace to return to the mansion.

Wen Ying heard that he was back and came to greet him.

When he entered the door, Ling Qiyan was lying on the couch, humming weakly. Wen Ying saw the marks on his face, his eyes moved, and asked, "Your Highness, why is your face hurt?"

"It was beaten by a tigress." Ling Qiyan was annoyed.

"Did the empress beat you?"

"Couldn't it be her, since she was a child, she beat me every three days because of that bastard of the second child, and now she has to do it for her nephew, forget it, don't mention it."

Seeing him lying still on his stomach, Wen Ying couldn't help frowning: "Are there other injuries?"

Ling Qiyan listened to his tone, hooked his fingers, and smiled sternly: "Do you feel sorry for this king?"

"Have you taken any medicine?"

Seeing that Wen Ying still had this coffin face, Ling Qiyan felt bored, and curled his lips and said: "It's in the palace, you came just in time, change the medicine for this king."

Ling Qiyan stretched out his hand directly as he spoke, asking Wen Ying to take off his clothes as a matter of course.

Wen Ying put his hand on his waist, squeezed it lightly, and then slowly helped him untie his belt.

Ling Qiyan's white and bare shoulders are gradually revealed in front of her eyes. The butterfly bones are sharp and flamboyant. The spine protrudes slightly at the back of the neck, and then sags along the shoulders and back, extending to the waist and hips, forming a perfect arc.

Only the red welt across the waist and back is too glaring.

Wen Ying's fingertips rubbed up, Ling Qiyan closed his eyes, and flinched slightly.

"Does it hurt?"

Wen Ying's voice was low and hoarse, vaguely filled with some inexplicable emotions.

Ling Qiyan didn't notice it, and said indifferently: "This king escaped, but he was taken away by the whip wind."

It's just being brought by the whip wind, the mark is so deep, if you hit it seriously, you're afraid that your skin will be torn, Wen Ying is a little speechless, the empress,... is ruthless enough.

"Your Highness, why bother asking for trouble?"

Ling Qiyan opened his eyes and looked at him with displeasure: "Isn't this king trying to vent your anger on you? What you said, isn't this king raising a white-eyed wolf?"

Wen Ying looked into his eyes: "Is it really to vent your anger on the students?"

Ling Qiyan smiled: "This king says it is."

In fact, most of the reasons were because he couldn't swallow this breath himself, and felt that he was being humiliated, and it was just incidental to please the beauty.

Wen Ying stopped asking, took the ointment prescribed by the imperial physician in the palace, rubbed the warm heat in his hands, and gently pressed Ling Qiyan's wound.

Ling Qiyan let out a "huh", which is also strange. In the morning, the eunuch of Ningshou Palace gave him medicine, but he didn't feel it at all. Why did it change to Wen Ying, and he felt the place on his back touched by him, They were all hot and itchy, and even the apex of his heart was itchy after being pressed by Wen Ying a few times.

Those charming images from last night could not help reappearing in his mind. Ling Qiyan licked his slightly dry lips, turned his head to look at Wen Ying, and saw him drooping eyebrows and eyes, concentrating on the work in hand, and smiled softly: "Poor scholar, you want No, why don't you just go to cleanse yourself and just follow me, I will guarantee you a lifetime of good food and drink, so you can enjoy endless good days, how about it?"

Anyway, since this kid is cleansed, I can still pamper him, and let him serve me openly, that's great.

Ling Qiyan thought happily, talking nonsense, Wen Ying raised his eyes, looked at him expressionlessly, lowered his head again, and continued to apply medicine to him.

The wound suddenly hurt, Ling Qiyan gasped, and subconsciously stretched out his foot to kick Wen Ying: "What are you doing, be gentle!"

Wen Ying leaned over, pressed half of Ling Qiyan's restless legs, and applied the last bit of ointment.

After applying the medicine, Wen Ying put Ling Qiyan's clothes back on. Ling Qiyan leaned on the couch, staring at him for a moment, and when he put on his belt, Wen Ying asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at, Your Highness?"

"Look at how a beauty like you grows up to look like this." Ling Qiyan teased him with a smile.

"What did your Highness see?"

Ling Qiyan's eyes wandered on Wen Ying's face: "Your parents must be good-looking too."

Wen Yingdan said: "The student and the student's father don't look the same. Mother has never seen her before. She should look good, otherwise she wouldn't run away with others."

"If you run away, then run away," Ling Qiyan didn't care, "If your mother didn't run away, and if you have a few younger ones, and she prefers those younger ones, then you might as well just run away."

Wen Ying looked at him: "Your Highness is talking about yourself? Why doesn't the Queen like His Highness?"

Ling Qiyan propped his head on one hand, squinted his eyes and told him casually: "The empress thinks that the king is restraining him. Not only is the king restraining his wife, but he was also said to be restraining his mother when he was a child. It was rumored by those around the queen."

Wen Ying quietly listened to him.

"Not long after the king was born, he was taken up by his grandmother. The grandmother had good intentions. The queen lost her health when she gave birth to the king. The grandmother thought that she could take care of her well, so she took the king away from her. After all, raising a child is a difficult task. It's tiring work, and grandma is really afraid of tiring her."

"However, this queen mother is narrow-minded. She seems to have always felt that her grandmother doesn't like her. It is said that when the father and the emperor chose the concubine before he became the throne, he chose one of the two. The one that the grandmother decided was not her at first, so she just chose her." I held grudges against my grandmother, and then felt that my grandmother deliberately robbed me of her child by taking me away, so I became even more resentful, and even took my anger out on me."

"Although I was raised by my grandmother, when I was a child, I would go to pay her a visit every three days, but she just didn't like me. She never hugged me even once since she was a child. It's really not good. I got sick again and again, and I felt that the king restrained her until she desperately conceived her second child and gave birth safely. After her body recovered, she regarded her second child as her lucky star. I won’t be the king anymore.”

There was no resentment or sadness in Ling Qiyan's words, but there was some mockery, as if telling a joke, Wen Ying asked him: "Will Your Highness be sad?"

"What's so sad, she doesn't like me, and I just keep away from her."

Ling Qiyan really didn't care. He might feel a little sad and upset when he was very young, but he didn't care about it long ago. It doesn't matter if he is heartless or cold-hearted. The big feeling is that if the queen mother treats him well, he will treat the queen mother better, but that's all.

"For a person like Your Highness, if he marries a wife and takes concubines in the future, no matter how nice he is on the surface, he will inevitably hurt people's hearts."

Wen Ying saw through Ling Qiyan's nature at a glance. It's not that His Highness Yu Wang is ungrateful and ungrateful. He just has no empathy. Well, if anyone is sincere to him, he is doomed to end up wishful thinking and dejected.

Ling Qiyan felt a little weird hearing these words, and looked at Wen Ying: "Are you worrying about the future wives and concubines of this king? Don't you think you have surpassed too much?"

Wen Ying admitted his mistake in a low voice: "The student made a slip of the tongue, don't blame your Highness."

Ling Qiyan kicked him, too lazy to bother with him: "Hurry up, I still need medicine on my face."

The area where Shen's slapped hadn't subsided, and the blood marks on the two fingernails were even more obvious. Ling Qiyan looked at it carefully with a mirror, and said dissatisfiedly, "Won't there be scars?"

"Your Highness is a man, so it doesn't matter if there are some scars." Wen Ying said, already holding a handkerchief with ointment in his hands, and carefully applying the ointment on his face.

"That won't work, how can this king be so beautiful as a flower?"

Wen Ying simply shut up.

The skin on the face should be more sensitive after all. I was afraid of being touched by the towel stained with ointment, and a fine and dense stinging pain hit. Ling Qiyan let out a soft "hiss", and most of the domineering momentum before was lost, and his eyelids drooped. down.

Seeing him like this, Wen Ying reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, even if you don't care about the Empress Empress, it's better to be subdued once in a while than suffer this flesh and blood."

"Okay, okay, I know." Ling Qiyan was impatient, and waved his hand, not wanting Wen Ying to say such boring things.

"Students, let's play chess with His Highness."

Wen Ying set out the chessboard, Ling Qiyan was a little absent-minded, and after less than a quarter of an hour of playing, he muttered again: "Poor scholar, my king's back hurts."

This time it really hurts, it's not like before, calling out pain on purpose to take the opportunity to tease Wen Ying.

Wen Ying knew it well, put down the chess piece, and sat next to Ling Qiyan, stretched out his hand to embrace him, let him lie on his body, and stroked the wound on his back with his fingers.

Ling Qiyan felt that this posture was very awkward and weird, twisted his body and didn't want to move anymore, being stroked by Wen Ying so vaguely a few times, it seemed that the place really didn't hurt so much, only the same as before when the medicine was applied. The same itching, itching half of his body.

Ling Qiyan changed to a more comfortable position, laying most of his body in Wen Ying's arms, and reached out to touch his chest randomly, a little regretful that he didn't ask him to take off his shirt last night for him to take a good look.

Wen Ying leaned into the couch with his eyes closed, and continued to caress the wound on Ling Qiyan's back. It was rare that he didn't wave his messy claws. Hearing Ling Qiyan in his arms gasp from time to time, his mind was a little wandering.

"Poor scholar, can you take off your clothes?" Ling Qiyan stuck to Wen Ying's ear and softly bewitched him.

"Why do you want to take off your clothes?" Wen Ying didn't open his eyes, but his voice was hoarse.

"Take off all your clothes, let me take a good look at you."

Ling Qiyan's hand went down more and more, Wen Ying couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed his wrist: "Your Highness is injured, are you still interested today?"

Wen Ying has opened his eyes to look at him, Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying and blinked his eyelashes slowly.

Wen Ying's eyes are always like this, calm and firm, there always seems to be some bottomless emotion hidden in it, this person is different from others, different from all the people he has seen who need to rely on him to live.

When this kid was brought to him that day, there was still a gloomy and hostile spirit lingering in his body, but now he is calmer, at least in front of him.

He knew that someone like Wen Ying would never be reconciled to humiliating and begging others for the rest of his life, if he was given a chance...

It's a pity that I can't give him such an opportunity, Ling Qiyan thought, sooner or later this kid will climb another branch, but forget it, anyway, his own freshness may not last long.

Ling Qiyan curled his lips into a smile: "Are you still hiding and can't see anyone? My king, let's see what's wrong?"