Wen Xiangyanyu

Ling Qiyan reached out to grab Wen Ying's shirt, insisting that he take it off to show him.

Once before, he tore off Wen Ying's collar and bit someone on the shoulder, but that time he was drunk and didn't look carefully, so he must see clearly today.

Ling Qiyan's hands moved eagerly, but his own clothes were always worn by servants, and he didn't even know how to untie his belt. It took half a day just to fiddle with the buckle, and he almost didn't tear it.

Ling Qiyan was a little annoyed, with a sullen expression on his face, Wen Ying held his hand silently, unbuttoned his belt, took off his outer shirt, and then the inner jacket.

A strong, strong, muscular male body was revealed in front of Ling Qiyan's eyes. Ling Qiyan swallowed subconsciously, and poked Wen Ying's arm with his fingers, then the chest muscles, and then moved down to the abdomen. They are all hard, with firm texture, no trace of fat, and they won't look too thick.

Seeing his hot eyes and greedy eyes, Ling Qiyan kept poking him, tsk-tsk: "Aren't you a scholar? How did you practice all this? My king runs horses every day, and I'm not as good as you."

Wen Yingdan said: "The student will practice half an hour of boxing every day. The student and the prince mentioned it. The retired old general, he saw that the student is a good seed for practicing martial arts. He taught the student a lot of martial arts skills, which can strengthen the body. If the student insisted on taking the imperial examination, he would recommend the student to join the army."

"Join the army?" Ling Qiyan was a little surprised when he heard the words, "Joining the army is not bad, so why do you insist on studying?"

Wen Ying shook his head slightly: "The student's father said that the biggest regret in his life is being illiterate. He wants to see the student pass the exam. The student just wants to fulfill his father's last wish."

"I didn't expect you to be a filial son."

As Ling Qiyan said, his eyes fell on his heart, where there was a bloody mole the size of a grain of rice, bright red and enchanting.

"What's this? It's so beautiful..." Ling Qiyan wiped the belly of his thumb, fondling it fondly.

"intrinsic."

"A beauty is indeed a beauty, everywhere is beautiful."

Ling Qiyan admired it, and touched it for a long time with a smile, even wanting to stick out his tongue to lick it and taste it.

Wen Ying grabbed his hand and frowned slightly: "Your Highness has seen it, can the students put on their clothes?"

Ling Qiyan was not happy: "I haven't taken off my hair yet."

Wen Ying's expression remained unchanged, and he reminded him: "Didn't Your Highness read it last night?"

I did see it, and...

Thinking of what happened last night, Ling Qiyan cleared his throat: "I can't use my legs enough, I haven't enjoyed myself to the fullest, so I have to change places."

Wen Ying just looked at him and didn't answer.

Ling Qiyan seemed annoyed by his stare, hummed twice, and grabbed his stomach again, then retreated from his arms and let him go.

It was raining again outside, and the weather had turned cold. Wen Ying put on his clothes, looked out of the window, and reminded Ling Qiyan in a low voice: "The student has gone back. Your Highness is injured, so let's rest earlier."

Ling Qiyan was not happy: "Why are you running in such a hurry? Stay here to serve the king. Didn't the king just say that what happened last night was not enough, don't play dumb for the king."

Wen Ying rolled his eyes: "Your Highness, please rest, wait for your back injury to heal."

"Are you willing to serve the king when you recover from the injury?"

Ling Qiyan laughed again, his face became more and more radiant under the candlelight, Wen Ying looked at him calmly, his thoughts moved slightly, and suddenly asked: "Your Highness knows what to do?"

The smile on the corner of Ling Qiyan's mouth stagnated, and he slapped Wen Ying's face: "What did you say? This king has experienced many battles, how can he not know what to do?"

He only used [-]% of his strength in this slap, which is no different from a cat's paw scratching someone. Wen Ying still stared straight at him, and something seemed to be brewing in his dark eyes. After a long while, he heard He said in a hoarse voice, "Really?"

"Of course." Ling Qiyan was not guilty at all.

He has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs running, and he has read the brochures for Wen Ying countless times. Since he can respond to Wen Ying, as long as he favors people and eats meat, he can't say that the unspeakable problem is just right. OK?

Wen Ying only thought he was talking nonsense.

If she had really experienced many battles, the maidservant who had a wild relationship with Liu Qingxi that day would not have said that. Looking at Ling Qiyan's reaction every time he was tricked by him, Wen Ying felt that he had misjudged, and just entered When he was in Prince Yu's mansion, he actually believed the romantic affairs about this little Highness outside.

In the end, Ling Qiyan turned out to be a posturing paper tiger, who became as soft as a cat when he was handled by others.

He didn't say those meaningless nonsense to Ling Qiyan: "Then wait until next time."

Ling Qiyan kicked him: "Then get lost."

Wen Ying quit.

The rain outside was heavier than before. Wen Ying stood on the porch for a while, listening to the voice of Ling Qiyan arrogantly yelling at the servants in the room, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, opened the umbrella, and walked into the night rain .

Two days later, when the injury on Ling Qiyan's back was almost healed, an imperial decree suddenly came from the palace, the emperor asked him to enter the Master and Guest Temple of the Ministry of Rites to study feudal affairs from now on. Instead, he looked at it again and again, the more he looked at it, the more curious he was, he didn't expect that his father really planned to let him go on a business.

The Empress Dowager mentioned this matter at the Duanyang Festival family banquet. At that time, the emperor said that he would go back and consider it. Ling Qiyan originally thought that it was just a rhetoric his father and emperor said to deal with the Empress Dowager. When he himself forgot about it, the imperial edict But here it is.

"The king really doesn't want to go on business. The queen mother really caused trouble for the king." Ling Qiyan collapsed on the couch and sighed.

Wen Yinglai greeted him, and when he heard this, he picked up the imperial decree that he had thrown on the ground, looked at it carefully, and said: "Your Majesty is now interested in cultivating His Highness, why don't His Highness seize the opportunity? You have joined the host and guest division, saying it is to learn, those who Every official must listen to you. Another month will be the Longevity Festival, when all nations will come to court. If His Highness can handle the errands well, not only His Majesty and the officials of the Manchu Dynasty will see it, but all the vassal states will also know that I am a great success. There is not only one crown prince, but also you, the eldest son of the emperor."

Ling Qiyan sneered at him: "Have you not given up yet, kid? Still want to lobby the king to fight for that position?"

Wen Ying kept his mouth shut, but his expression told Ling Qiyan that he thought so.

Ling Qiyan was unmoved at all, yawned and stretched lazily, and muttered: "It's weird, it shouldn't be, how could the father let this king take such an important job? Even if it's because of the first two The Queen of Japan beat me up, and my grandmother was so angry that she wanted to go to the fiefdom with me, and he shouldn’t let me do this to appease my grandmother, isn’t he afraid that this king will mess up his old man’s Longevity Festival?”

Ling Qiyan is very self-aware and deeply knows what image he is in his father's mind, so Wen Ying said that it was his father's intention to cultivate him. Ling Qiyan didn't believe it, he only felt that there was a ghost in it.

Jiang Lin went to send the palace eunuch who passed the decree out of the palace, and when he came back, he reported to Ling Qiyan, saying that he had stuffed a good jade pendant for the Duke of Qi, and the other party knew everything.

It is true that the emperor wanted to show his favor to the queen mother by giving Ling Qiyan an errand, but at the beginning, it was just a leisurely office with no important matters, not the host and guest: "Later, His Highness the Crown Prince mentioned to His Majesty, saying that Your Highness, you are almost ten years old. It's seven, and it's time to get in touch with court affairs seriously, so that we can share the worries with him in the future, and His Majesty is very pleased, so he changed his mind."

Ling Qiyan frowned: "Second brother, what is he thinking?"

Wen Ying reminded him: "No matter what the prince's idea is, your Highness, as long as you are careful, do your job well, and don't do things that are out of the question, nothing will go wrong."

Ling Qiyan waved his hand resentfully, that's what he said, knowing that Ling Qiyu begged for this job for him, he didn't even want to go.

"What's the point of running an errand? None of those old men are as good-looking as you. I can't get interested in them."

Ling Qiyan squeezed Wen Ying's hand while talking, Wen Ying's eyes moved down, fell on the palms of their hands, and paused: "Students have to study, and they are not in the mansion during the day, isn't your highness feeling bored?" Is it? Drinking tea and listening to music every day is not very interesting, it is better to do some serious business."

How could Ling Qiyan listen to Wen Ying's words, his mind was full of his slippery hands, not as soft as the girl's, and his joints were distinct to the touch, but it had a different taste. Every time he caught Wen Ying before If he rubbed his hand twice, he would probably be thrown away by him. Today, this kid is calm, and he let himself touch it.

Ling Qiyan squinted his eyes and thought about it, it seemed that since he taught Shen Xingyao and others for him, and concealed the murder of Liu Qingxi, Wen Ying's attitude became better, that's right.

But although he wants this kid to bow his head, if this kid becomes like everyone else, flattering and flattering him, it seems meaningless, tsk, being a man is really contradictory.

It's still as good as it is now, but he wants to see how long this poor scholar will play the game of refusal and welcome with him.

The more Ling Qiyan thought about it, the more engrossed he suddenly felt that his hand was being held backwards. He lowered his head to see that Wen Ying had changed from passive to active, pinching the back of his hand and rubbing his palm with his fingers.

I didn't realize it before, but after such a comparison, I found that although Wen Ying's complexion is fair, it is still not as good as him, and this kid is from a poor family, with thin calluses on his fingers and palms, unlike him, who was pampered since childhood, Ten fingers do not touch Yangchun water, and hands are as white as freshly peeled eggs.

Wen Ying held his hand, as if the palm was bigger than his, Ling Qiyan was a little upset, always felt that his aura was a bit weaker, what's the matter?

After being pinched a few times, Ling Qiyan withdrew his hand angrily and glared at Wen Ying: "Don't moles the king."

He hadn't forgotten that Shen Xingyao and his group were discussing obscenities behind their backs.

Wen Ying looked at him quietly, Ling Qiyan raised his master hand, and without slapping him, he touched Wen Ying's shoulder and nodded, reminding him: "You have to remember your identity clearly, and don't think about things you shouldn't think about."

After a while of silence, Wen Ying lowered his eyes: "Students dare not."