Wen Xiangyanyu

The emperor asked Ling Qiyan to run an errand, no matter how reluctant Ling Qiyan was, he had to bite the bullet and go to the yamen of the Ministry of Rites early the next morning.

The head of the host and guest department is Liu Shang, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, who is Liu Qingxi's father.

This person was in his forties, the age when he should be the most energetic, but he looked haggard, his face was vicissitudes of life, and his temples had gray hair, which was probably caused by the severe blow of his son-in-law's sudden death.

Earlier, when the Liu Mansion held a funeral, Ling Qiyan sent the governor of the mansion to mourn on his behalf. Hearing that the Liu Manor was in a gloomy state, I'm afraid it won't get better in a short time.

Facing Ling Qiyan, Liu Shang didn't show much hospitality and enthusiasm on his face, and he even did a careless greeting.

Ling Qiyan could understand that Liu Qingxi disappeared after going to his village, and the last person she saw before her death was a maidservant in his mansion. The Liu family should calmly accept that Liu Qingxi's death was accidental and not suspect or complain about him. I'm afraid even a saint can't do it.

But Ling Qiyan didn't care, he never cared about these things.

In addition to the officials of the host and guest department, the chief officials of Honglu Temple, Siyi Pavilion and Huitong Pavilion are all here. These places are all involved in feudal affairs. According to the emperor's wishes, Ling Qiyan had to go to various places to study.

Of course, when it comes to studying, these officials didn't dare to treat him as a student, and they all enshrined him as a superior official, as if to listen to his admonitions.

Moreover, His Majesty specifically explained that next month's Longevity Day foreign envoys will come to Beijing to pay homage, and this Royal Highness Yu Wang will handle it. No matter how unwilling they are, they can only obey orders.

So everyone went forward in turn, explained to Ling Qiyan the responsibilities of the department in detail, and then reported to him in detail the matters concerning the coming of all nations to court. Ling Qiyan listened patiently for more than an hour, the more he listened, the more boring he became, and finally he Can't stop interrupting the minister of Honglu Temple who was still talking: "Okay, you can do these things, you all have experience, this king who doesn't know anything at all will not be in the same place, and send people to my palace every three days from now on. , just report to the king once."

"But Your Majesty said..."

Ling Qiyan squinted over with a smile that was not a smile: "Is what your Majesty said important? After all, you don't like me meddling in the affairs of your department. If I take too much care of you, you will definitely hate me in your heart." Wang, why not just like this, this king is happy and relaxed, and you are also relaxed, what's wrong?"

Everyone was silent at the same time. What His Majesty said was not important. If Ling Qiyan dared to say such disrespectful words, they would not dare to say it. But since Ling Qiyan thought so, it would be best, and they were also afraid of having an ancestor. Point fingers at them everywhere.

Ling Qiyan didn't stay long, and left the yamen of the Ministry of Rites before noon, and went to the palace to return to the emperor. The emperor told him to do a good job, and said that the prince also wished him well. For the words of struggle, Ling Qiyan responded with a hmm, but in fact, it went in one ear and out the other, and didn't take a single word to heart.

After coming out from the emperor, as soon as he walked out the door, he bumped into Ling Qiyu on the narrow Yuanjia Road.

Ling Qiyan didn't bother to talk to him, just pretended he didn't see it, and didn't even give His Royal Highness a look.

When he passed by by mistake, Ling Qiyu called him: "Brother, did you start your errands today?"

Ling Qiyan raised his eyelids lazily: "Thanks to you, I heard that you and the emperor mentioned it? Do you want to arrange some serious things for me?"

"Is it not good?" Ling Qiyu turned sideways, with a smile on his lips, staring into Ling Qiyan's eyes.

"What's so good about it?" Ling Qiyan asked him coldly.

"You and my brother, what's wrong with working together in the future, the monarch and his ministers will win each other, and rule the world together? Isn't elder brother willing to help a bunch of orphans like the fifth uncle helped his father?"

The fifth emperor's uncle, Prince Jing, is the emperor's direct brother, and also the brother most trusted by their father and emperor. According to the ancestral rules of the Dacheng Dynasty, the eldest son is appointed as the prince, and the princes become kings when they grow up. Moved to the fief, but there are exceptions.

The current prince who offended the emperor may be expelled to the fief in advance, and the brothers who are valued by the new emperor can also stay in Beijing and entrust them with important responsibilities.

Ling Qiyan almost became the former, while Prince Jing was the latter. Prince Jing's mansion was located in Shangjing City, next to the imperial palace. Prince Jing also held the military power in his hand and led troops on the frontier all year round, which showed that the emperor valued him.

Now Ling Qiyu said that he hoped Ling Qiyan could be the second Prince Jing.

Ling Qiyan snorted and couldn't help laughing: "His Royal Highness has a heart, he really values ​​this king so much, why didn't he tell his father to let this king go to court with him?"

Ling Qiyu was choked up by him, and the smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth. Ling Qiyan was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him, so he turned and left.

He knew that there was no truth in this dog's mouth.

Although the vassal affairs are important, they have no access to other officials in the court. Liu Shang, who is a little valued by the emperor, is still a man who has a quarrel with him. How dare Ling Qiyu really let him go to the court to listen to the government? The eldest son Li is the founding prince The rules set by the emperor, Ling Qiyu was not justified from the very beginning, so how could he not guard against him.

If you want to sell well with him, you have to be careful to keep a hand, and you don't feel tired.

Although he still didn't understand why Ling Qiyu changed his gender and insisted on playing brother and brother respect with him on the surface, but he didn't bother to think about it.

After getting out of the palace and getting into the car, Ling Qiyan rubbed his belly, which was singing empty city tricks, feeling aggrieved, and when he entered the palace, he didn't even have a hot meal, and he was picked on by someone, it's unlucky.

At the time of application, the Imperial College dropped out of school.

Wen Ying went out and walked two streets. At the corner of a remote alley, the carriage was stopped. A man who looked like a eunuch came to the side of the carriage and said that their master invited him to go over.

Wen Ying opened half of the car window and looked over vigilantly. There was a very luxurious carriage parked not far ahead, and it was impossible to tell who was in the car.

Wen Ying couldn't help frowning. After what happened last time, Ling Qiyan assigned him two guards. Just as he was about to drive him away, the eunuch hurriedly reported his family name: "Our family belongs to the residence of Princess Huaying. It's Princess Xihua, please go and talk to Chief Wen Xiao in person."

After he finished speaking, the carriage over there opened the door, and a pretty maid jumped down, she was indeed the one who stuffed the sachet for Princess Xihua in the Prince Yu's Mansion last time and gave it to Wen Ying.

Wen Ying had no choice but to get out of the car, walked to the opposite side of the car, and greeted the people in the car politely.

Princess Xihua pushed open the window, lay on the window and looked at him with a smile, her eyes fell on his waist, there was nothing there, the little princess was a little unhappy: "Where is the sachet that the princess gave you earlier? Why didn't you wear it?" ?”

Wen Ying lowered his eyes and didn't look at her, and said calmly: "The Princess fell in love with her wrongly, and the students were terrified. I wanted to find an opportunity to return the things to the Princess as they were, but His Royal Highness later went away. I'm really sorry."

The little princess frowned and said, "What did he do with my sachet? What would I do with your sachet?"

"Students are His Highness's people."

"You are just a guest in his house. The princess has taken a fancy to you, and I have to get his permission to give you a sachet? Isn't he too lenient?"

Wen Ying finally raised his eyes, and told her calmly: "Students are His Highness' guests."

Princess Xihua was stunned for a moment, subconsciously covered her mouth with a handkerchief, barely stopped the exclamation that blurted out, and turned red with anger: "You lied to me! Even if you don't like me, there is no need to lie to me like this! Big Biao Brother said that you are just a guest at his house!"

"It's about His Royal Highness's reputation, and I hope the princess will not talk to others."

"you--!"

The little princess was angry and annoyed: "Are you willing to degenerate like this? You obviously have a bright future, why did you choose this path?!"

"Students are voluntary. Students like this can't afford the princess's love. I'm sorry."

The little princess was so angry that she pushed the window hard: "Let's go!"

Her maid also glared at Wen Ying, and jumped into the car.

The carriage of the Princess's Mansion rumbled away, Wen Ying turned around indifferently, and sat back in the carriage.

In the evening, Wen Ying came to the main courtyard to greet Ling Qi with a banquet, had dinner with him, and then helped him change his medicine.

The wound on Ling Qiyan's back was almost healed, so the medicine still had to be applied in order not to leave a scar.

Rubbed to the waist by Wen Ying's warm palm, Ling Qiyan squinted his eyes and hummed comfortably.

Wen Ying unconsciously increased his strength. After half a day, Ling Qiyan turned his head and looked at him: "I heard that you were blocked by that girl Xihua on your way back today?"

"Ah."

"What did you say?"

Wen Ying raised his eyes, met Shang Ling Qiyan's eyes, and said calmly: "She asked the student why he didn't wear the sachet she gave her, and the student told her the truth."

Ling Qiyan didn't understand after a while: "What's the truth?"

"The student said that the student is His Highness's guest of honor." Wen Ying looked at him with a calm tone, but it seemed to be mixed with some inexplicable emotions.

Ling Qi had a good time, hooked his fingers on the front of his chest, and teased it slowly, with a hint of anger and a smile: "Really? You are the guest of this king? Why doesn't this king know?"

"Your Highness, don't you think so?" Wen Ying asked calmly.

Ling Qiyan thought for a while, then nodded: "Barely count as half."

As he spoke, he got up and straddled Wen Ying, his fingers still scratching his chest: "Poor scholar, it was agreed that day, when the king's injury heals, you will serve the king in bed. "

Wen Ying put his hand on Ling Qiyan's waist, kneading it gently, and lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

Ling Qiyan didn't wave his hand away, just looked at him with a smile, waiting for him to bow his head.

After a while, Wen Ying said in a low voice: "Can your Highness wait a little longer, and wait until the students finish their exams after the autumn?"

Ling Qiyan's complexion sank in an instant, he pushed the person hard, and got angry: "Last time I said that I will wait until the king recovers from his injury, and now I say wait until after Qiu Wei, next time I will say that I will wait until next year after I have tried it." ? Are you kidding me?"

Wen Ying suddenly pulled him back into his arms, turned over Ling Qiyan and pressed him on the couch. When Ling Qiyan punched and kicked him, his body suppressed him, and the kiss fell on Ling Qiyan's neck.

Wen Ying's wet lips were swept back and forth on his neck, and then pinched to the sensitive part of his waist. Ling Qiyan felt numb and itchy, and his body was soft. He couldn't lift up his strength to kick him anymore, and only a little bit of water overflowed from his mouth from time to time. A seductive voice that he didn't even notice.

After kissing Ling Qiyan for a while, Wen Ying suppressed a low gasp, let him go, stepped back from Ling Qiyan, knelt down on the ground and pleaded guilty: "The student has overstepped, Your Highness forgive me."

Ling Qiyan regained consciousness in a daze, and kicked Wen Ying, but didn't use much strength.

Wen Ying still refused to bow his head.

After a moment of stalemate, Ling Qiyan hooked his skirt again, pulled him in front of him, and said viciously: "After Qiu Wei, after Qiu Wei, this king will trust you one last time, and if you push back at that time, this king will chop you up." Your lifeblood, let you go and accompany Jiang Lin and the others in the future!"

Anyway, it's only been a month, he's just waiting!