Wen Xiangyanyu

For the next day, all the dandies stayed in the private estate of Yuwang Mansion to feast and have fun. Although Ling Qiyan, the eldest son of the emperor, had no status in the court, and was unrestrained and domineering, he loved to play. Knowing how to play, he is the leader of this group of dandies in Beijing, and these individuals are happy to support him.

There are many entertaining programs on the banquet, Ling Qiyan is the most enthusiastic, and also the favorite of the dandies, is to play the pot.

Those who lose not only have to drink, but also pay for the lottery they bet in advance, such as gold, jade and jewelry, beautiful maidservants, and even the estate of the manor.

Ling Qiyan is a master at this game, but he doesn't end up easily, and just sits on the sidelines. When he encounters a strong one, he will be happy to see it, and will reward him.

Ling Qiyan was generous. Although he, the eldest son of the emperor's direct line, was not favored by the emperor and empress, the empress dowager loved him the most. Most of the good things in Ningshou Palace went to his Prince Yu's mansion.

Everyone took turns to go to battle, all gearing up, trying their best, so happy, the few students from the Guozijian who were brought in were also among them, playing with these young masters for a while, they have gradually let go, doing all kinds of tricks please them.

Ling Qiyan sat high on the main seat, leaning on his body, holding the wine pot and pouring wine directly into his mouth, a large piece of summer's thin shirt was soaked, he didn't care, he tore the clothes indiscriminately Scattered a little, his face was flushed with drunkenness, and he looked like a wave.

Wen Ying knelt and sat by the wine table, focusing on delivering wine to Ling Qiyan. He occasionally raised his eyes to see His Royal Highness Yu Wang in front of him, and didn't say much.

After drinking for three rounds, Ling Qiyan squinted at Wen Ying, and told him: "Can you throw a pot? You go and try it, and show me what you can do."

Wen Ying responded in a low voice, got up and walked over, and took the arrow.

He didn't rush to cast, and stared at the mouth of the pot in front of him calmly for a while, as if assessing the distance and angle, someone urged impatiently: "Move faster, what are you doing?"

Wen Ying didn't pay attention to others. He was different from the other students. From the beginning to the end, except for Ling Qiyan, he didn't give anyone a look.

Before he made a move, Zhang Yuan asked Ling Qiyan with a smile: "Your Highness, the head of Wen's case is now yours. Since he is going to end, what do you want to bet on him?"

Ling Qiyan glanced at him: "As long as you are clever and want to deceive this king's good things, let's see first, whether he can be my king's person is open to question."

Wen Ying's shoulders were straight, and when he raised his eyes, Ling Qiyan was looking at him with his head on one hand, smiling, with a playful look on his face.

Wen Ying's eyes fell back to the mouth of the pot, and under the repeated urging of the crowd, he threw the first arrow neatly.

The arrow drew a beautiful arc in the air, and fell steadily into the pot.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Wen Ying switched to his left hand, and the second arrow fell into the pot in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and immediately applauded loudly.

The third arrow, the fourth arrow...

The arrows hit in succession, the seventh and eighth arrows were fired together, and entered both ears.

The ninth arrow, the arrow made a circle at the mouth of the pot, forming a stick shape.

The tenth arrow, before shooting the arrow, Wen Ying raised his eyes again, his dark eyes looked at Ling Qiyan, Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows, and saw Wen Ying throwing the arrow backwards, throwing it easily, the tail of the arrow entered the pot, and it was a success. The trend of falling.

There was a moment of silence, the onlookers cheered loudly, all of them blushed and were very excited, Wen Ying was still indifferent, and could only look at Ling Qiyan with a good eye.

Ling Qiyan finally had a look of joy in his eyes, and clapped his hands twice: "Good!"

"You are very good. This is the first time this king has seen someone who can hit a shot. Tell me, what do you want, this king will reward you."

Wen Ying said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Your Highness, the students don't need anything else, and I am satisfied with His Highness's appreciation and support."

Zhang Yuan gave a "tsk" and joked with Ling Qiyan with a smile: "Your Highness, listen to what this kid said, it's your Highness who owes you."

Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying calmly, his eyes met, Wen Ying was still calm and fearless, Ling Qiyan tapped on the wine table, narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughtful.

Everyone was waiting for Ling Qiyan to speak, when he suddenly curled the corners of his lips and hooked his fingers.

Wen Ying stepped forward, knelt down and returned to the drinking table, Ling Qiyan looked sideways at him, and wrapped his fingers around his chest, with an ambiguous voice: "Do you really want to follow me?"

Wen Ying lowered his head, his eyes fell on Ling Qiyan's slender and fair knuckles, and he paused for a moment: "Your Highness, the student said that if His Highness is willing to support the student, the student will definitely lead the way for His Highness in the future."

"Take the lead and be a hero, but you just don't want to be my king's guest?" Ling Qiyan smiled but wasn't.

"Your Highness can get anyone he wants. Students like this are really nothing to worry about. There is no need for His Highness to force students like this."

After a moment of silence, Ling Qiyan's face suddenly turned cold, and the wine in the cup in his hand splashed on Wen Ying's face: "What do you think you are? This king is persecuting you? It's your luck that this king sees you, so you don't want to be so embarrassing." Roll away with your face."

There was a flash of darkness in Wen Ying's eyes, and he raised his hand to wipe his face: "Your Highness, calm down."

Ling Qiyan lost his interest, got up and walked away.

Leaving the crowd staring at each other, one of Zhang Yuan's side stepped forward and slapped Wen Ying's face: "Shameless thing, you begged me to follow you yesterday, and you pretended to be noble in front of His Highness. Give you the guts?"

The cursing person is the son of the servant of the Ministry of Rites, Liu Qingxi, who is the lowest status in this group of dudes, but because of his wide network, he often does pimp business for other people, so he is very easy to get along with these people.

Liu Qingxi was furious, cursing and wanted to slap him again, but was interrupted by Zhang Yuan: "Okay, it's useless if you hit him, save your energy."

He felt that His Highness might not have lost interest in this person just like that, and he might want this person later, and he might not be able to explain to His Highness after breaking him.

Wen Ying stood up, he was a head taller than Liu Qingxi, and stared at him with a stern look, as if Liu Qingxi dared to strike again, he would fight back.

Meeting his eyes, Liu Qingxi became more and more angry, and continued to curse: "What? I hit you, but you are still not convinced?"

"This is His Royal Highness Prince Yu's private estate." Wen Ying reminded him in a cold voice.

Liu Qingxi choked: "Who doesn't know that this is His Royal Highness Prince Yu's Zhuangzi? What do you mean, boy?!"

Someone laughed and chimed in: "This kid is telling you that beating a dog depends on the owner."

Liu Qingxi smiled angrily: "You don't even look at it, kid. If His Royal Highness Yu Wang accepts you as a dog, you will consider yourself a family."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Lin, the great eunuch next to Ling Qiyan, came over, coughed to interrupt their dispute, and signaled Wen Ying: "Come with our family, Your Highness wants to see you."

Liu Qingxi almost rolled his eyes out, but Wen Ying ignored him and left behind Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin first took Wen Ying to take a bath and change clothes: "You look so dirty, I'm afraid it will stain His Highness's eyes, so you should wash your face before going to see Your Highness."

Wen Ying didn't say anything else, let Mushen wash his body, let him change his clothes, and put on the brocade silk clothes he had never worn before. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and he didn't look sideways, and didn't take a second look at the beautiful servant girls who waited on him to change clothes. .

Jiang Lin tsk tsk in his heart, but he didn't expect that the poor scholar from this rural area would look good in this brocade dress, no less than those young lords from noble families, no wonder His Highness has taken a fancy to him.

Ling Qiyan had already returned to the house, the room was filled with incense and mist, and the maid was still playing the piano, Ling Qiyan was leaning on the couch, still in a state of disheveled clothes, squinting, and was resting with eyes closed.

Wen Ying stepped forward, lifted the hem of his clothes, and knelt down in front of Ling Qiyan.

Ling Qiyan's eyes turned to him, and he smiled: "When you came first, didn't you not like to kneel? You have to be kicked before you are willing to kneel down. This king thought you had so much backbone."

Wen Ying lowered his eyebrows, pursed his thin lips tightly, and remained silent.

"That's right, those of you who are famous students, you can see officials without kneeling, but this prince is a prince, a prince, so if you are asked to kneel to this prince, do you feel wronged?"

"Students dare not."

"I think you are very courageous. Before the king left, did you almost have a conflict with the son of Liu Shilang and was beaten?"

As Ling Qiyan said, he squeezed Wen Ying's chin, and looked at his face carefully. Wen Ying was born with thin skin and tender flesh, and the red mark on the left cheek was very conspicuous, and it might not disappear for a while.

Ling Qiyan was a little annoyed: "Liu Qingxi, this boy, really doesn't know how to pity and cherish jade. Such a beauty, he can do it."

What he said was as if the one who poured wine on Wen Ying's face was not him.

Wen Ying let him hold it without moving.

Ling Qiyan's gaze moved down from his face and landed on his Adam's apple that was sliding up and down, his eyes dimmed slightly.

Stretch out your foot again, rub your toes on his chest, and lower your voice: "Is this king talking to you, have you been dumb?"

Ling Qiyan didn't wear shoes or socks. The soles of his feet were smooth and white, still the skeleton of a young man. The toes were round and exquisite, and the toenails were crystal clear, like plump pearls with a delicate luster. Putting on the material, rubbing it on Wen Ying's chest.

After a while, Wen Ying clasped his ankle, pushed it away from his body, and said coldly, "Your Highness, please respect yourself."

"Self-respect?" Ling Qiyan seemed to have heard a big joke, "You begged Liu Qingxi and the others to bring you to this king, and now you are raising your self-respect with this king?"

Wen Ying turned his eyes away: "He never said that when you come to Your Highness, you must do such things."

"What kind of thing?" Ling Qiyan ridiculed, "Food and sex, are you a monk?"

Wen Ying didn't answer.

Ling Qiyan's expression was a bit cold: "So what are you doing here with me? Do you really want to be my guest? Are you really stupid to think of me as my king? Tell me, what exactly is your plan?"

After a while of silence, Wen Ying said hoarsely, "Students need a backer."

As if he didn't expect him to say that, Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "Backer? You are a Gongsheng student of the Imperial College, you can study with peace of mind, and you will be selected for the middle school, Jinshi, and become an official in the court. The Kangzhuang Avenue is right in front of you. Why do you need to find a backer? "

"Students have offended people."

"Who offended?"

"The son of Duke Wei."

Ling Qiyan rolled his eyes, and immediately understood that this Duke of Wei's mansion is the Queen's mother's house, and the son of Duke of Wei, that is, his cousin, is indeed studying in the Imperial College, and he is not stingy, men and women. I just want to take it to the bed. It is needless to say why Wen Ying offended him with this appearance.

Ling Qiyan laughed and said: "The son of the Duke of Wei? He is my cousin. Why do you think this king will have a rift with him because of you?"

Wen Ying said bluntly: "He belongs to the prince and is at odds with His Highness."

Ling Qiyan's fingertips slowly rubbed Wen Ying's slightly dry lips, his eyes were full of frivolity: "It's true, I only blame you for having such a disastrous appearance, you refused to follow my cousin, but you are willing to come Taking refuge in this king, do you think this king is easier to talk to than him?"

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

After a moment of stalemate, Ling Qiyan finally withdrew his hand and lazily leaned back on the couch: "Since you have something to ask of me, please correct your attitude, I don't like your noble coffin face, you'd better weigh it carefully. "