Wen Xiangyanyu

evening.

After Wen Ying finished his studies, he came to the main courtyard to have a banquet with Ling Qi to say hello.

As soon as he entered the gate of the courtyard, he heard bursts of maidservant laughter. He stopped and stood on the corridor watching for a while. Ling Qiyan was blindfolded with a black silk cloth and was playing with a dozen maidservants in the courtyard. noisy.

Every time he catches one, he rubs his hands and squeezes his face to guess the name, and if he guesses right, he kisses on the face, and generously bestows gold and silver jewelry, rouge and gouache, which makes the maids laugh and talk constantly.

Wen Ying frowned secretly, and walked forward.

When Jiang Lin saw him coming, he originally wanted to communicate with Ling Qiyan, but after thinking about it, he forgot, so he didn't make a sound.

When the little maids saw Wen Ying, they subconsciously moved away to let him out.

Ling Qiyan rushed forward with a smile, and hugged Wen Ying full of arms, without seriousness in his mouth: "I caught it, come here, let me touch it!"

Restless paws grabbed Wen Ying's hand and squeezed it twice, the smile on Ling Qiyan's lips rose even more, and then he touched his chest, kneading and pinching, Wen Ying remained motionless, watching him quietly, letting go he touches.

When Ling Qiyan's hand caressed his face and the belly of his thumb rubbed his lips, Wen Ying raised his hand and clasped Ling Qiyan's wrist.

Ling Qiyan leaned close to Wen Ying's arms, and whispered into his ear: "Poor scholar, do you also want to take good things from me?"

Wen Ying tightened his grip on his wrist, Ling Qiyan let out a low laugh, and kissed Wen Ying's face, soft lips brushed against his cheek, Wen Ying's eyelashes moved, and Ling Qiyan tugged at him with a smile Under the black silk, the beautiful peach eyes are full of bright smiles, smiling at him.

Wen Ying closed her eyes, and politely greeted Ling Qi with a banquet.

After dinner here in the main courtyard, Ling Qiyan didn't let Wen Ying go, and left him to give his own advice: "Your Majesty will live a long life next month, please help me think about what birthday gifts should be given to please his old man."

Every year when the emperor lives long, these princes have to give presents. When I was young, I could just write a few birthday characters and copy a few filial piety. As for the headache, if it is too sloppy, it seems perfunctory, if it is too expensive, the emperor will say that he is extravagant, and it is not flattering at all.

Wen Ying thought for a while and asked, "Does Your Highness know what the Prince intends to give?"

Ling Qiyan curled his lips: "A few days ago, I heard my sixth younger brother mention it. He went to the East Palace to play, and heard the second brother said that he planned to give a picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. He found a famous artist who lived in seclusion in the south of the Yangtze River to paint it half a year ago. .”

On the Longevity Day, among the princes who give gifts, the crown prince must be the one who stands out the most, but that is the crown prince, and other people would not compete with him at all.

"What do you think, Your Highness?"

"I need to ask you if I want to have an idea? If it doesn't work, I'll give it to Yu Ruyi again. Anyway, I gave it to you last year."

Wen Ying disagreed and said: "To congratulate His Majesty on his birthday, the most important thing is sincerity. Your Highness will give you the right jade Ruyi, which can be bought anywhere. No wonder you don't please His Majesty."

Ling Qiyan kicked him unhappily: "I asked you to give me advice, not to give you a chance to run on me."

Wen Ying pressed his leg, handed over the teacup, motioned him to be calm, and said to Jiang Lin, "Can I trouble Eunuch Jiang to call someone to prepare some things for the students?"

Ling Qiyan asked him curiously after hearing the words: "What are you going to do?"

After Wen Ying explained Jiang Lin, he asked Ling Qiyan, "Have you heard of a craft called rice carving in the south, Your Highness?"

Ling Qiyan was puzzled.

Wen Ying explained to him: "The rice carving was first made by a scholar in a certain county in Yongzhou. He carved characters on the rice grains and brought them into the examination room to cheat during the exam. Later, he was discovered. No longer allowed to bring uncooked rice into the examination room, after the scholar cut off his official career, he relied on this rice carving craft to support his family, and his life was pretty good."

...is that okay too?Ling Qiyan was a little speechless: "What does this have to do with my king's birthday?"

"If His Highness can personally carve the Chinese characters of "Hundred Shou" on rice grains and present it to His Majesty, this kind of thought is enough to express His Royal Highness's sincere filial piety to His Majesty, and His Majesty must be happy."

Ling Qiyan thought about it, it seems that it is indeed possible?

Jiang Lin quickly led people to find all the things Wen Ying wanted, such as full-grain tribute rice, a few exquisite tools, and an imported magnifying glass.

Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying suspiciously, and saw him pick up a grain of tribute rice with tweezers in one hand, and a hard needle in the other hand, dipped in ink, and calmly engraved words on it.

Wen Ying's hand was very steady, and within a moment, he put the engraved rice grains on the table in front of Ling Qiyan, and motioned him to pick up the magnifying glass to look at it.

Ling Qiyan took a closer look with a magnifying glass, and it turned out that it was really a seal character Shou.

Ling Qiyan was amazed, and Wen Ying told him: "This is just the first one, and there will be two more colors on it later. The craftsmanship is amazing. You can engrave the word Baishou on this grain of rice. Your Highness is just learning this. Just carve a word on the rice."

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "How do you know this? You said earlier that this thing was first used for cheating in scientific examinations? That's not how you got here, you little three-yuan case?"

Wen Yingdan said: "Ten years earlier, raw rice would no longer be brought into the scientific examination room."

"Then who did you learn this from?"

"When I was in the county school, I heard about this from my classmates who had been to the south. I thought it was interesting, so I tried to figure it out myself."

Can you figure it out by yourself?Ling Qiyan thought to himself that this poor scholar really has a lot of things.

He casually picked up a grain of rice, imitating Wen Ying, using tweezers to hold it, and then pinching the needle.

A quarter of an hour later, His Royal Highness Yu Wang threw away the things in his hands and spread his hands: "This is too troublesome, I can't learn it, you can help me carve it, and I will reward you with some good things after carving it. "

Wen Ying reminded him: "Your Highness, this is your filial piety..."

"That's all right, all right, don't say these things are missing, Father doesn't know that I didn't carve them." Ling Qiyan didn't care.

"Then His Highness has to follow the students to learn, it's not good if you get cheated."

Ling Qiyan perfunctorily agreed with "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'" chins chin, sighed casually: The elders are happy, and everyone must like you."

Wen Ying continued to help him carve characters without raising his eyes: "Students don't have such a good life as His Highness."

"It's true," Ling Qiyan said a few words and felt restless, and went to touch Wen Ying's hand, "But you are not bad now. After following the king, does the king treat you badly?"

Wen Ying's eyes moved away from Ling Qiyan's jumping fingers, and he frowned and looked at him: "If this is the case again, the students will not engrave it, you will engrave it yourself?"

Ling Qiyan withdrew his hand in resentment: "You are really a person who doesn't understand the style at all."

Wen Ying lowered his head, focused on the work in hand, and said indifferently: "It's not as good as His Highness, who hugs left and right and wanders around the flowers all day long, so I understand this."

...that sounds weird.

Ling Qiyan gave a "tsk" sound: "This king is playing with those maids, are you still enjoying it? Can't you see it?"

"Don't dare."

Complacent, Ling Qiyan became more and more happy, and asked him casually: "Speaking of which, when is your birthday?"

"Twelfth lunar month twenty-two."

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised when he heard the words: "Xin Chou year's twelfth lunar month?"

"Ah."

Ling Qiyan patted the table: "You were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day as this king?"

Wen Ying raised his eyes and was surprised to see that Ling Qiyan didn't seem to be joking. Ling Qiyan asked him, "When were you born?"

"Three moments of ugly time."

"This king is at the second quarter of Shenshi, so you came out half a day earlier than this king. Poor scholar, you and this king really have a destiny. How about you and this king become brothers with different surnames..."

Before Ling Qiyan finished his nonsense, Wen Ying interrupted: "Your Highness is joking, students like this, how dare you ask His Highness for advice."

Naturally, Ling Qiyan was just talking nonsense, asking him to really condescend to worship a poor scholar, even if he was willing, his father would not be happy.

However, he was still very happy. The more he looked at Wen Ying, the more pleasing to his eyes. Seeing that Wen Ying carved out three more characters in this moment, he felt more and more that he should be rewarded.

After thinking for a while, Ling Qiyan said: "Before this king got two high-quality silver fox furs from the palace, I will give you one, or? It's just cold, and you can make clothes or blankets. Useful."

"No need." Wen Ying directly refused. He heard Jiang Lin mention that one of the leathers was given by the crown prince, and he didn't want it.

Ling Qiyan thought that he was ignorant of flattery again, his face changed and he was about to scold others, but Wen Ying said: "If Your Highness really wants to reward the students, why don't you give them the finger wrench that you often wear on your thumb to play with?" .”

Ling Qiyan was stunned, and almost laughed angrily: "This king's finger puller? You dare to open your mouth like a lion, pick all the good things, and even stare at this king's finger puller."

The green jade finger wrench he often wears is also a tribute from the Queen Mother. It is pure and full in color and is the best.

Ling Qiyan did not expect that Wen Ying would ask him for this. If it was someone else, he would not be willing to give it to him, but...

"Okay, if you like it, this king rewards you."

Ling Qiyan happily ordered someone to fetch the things, and handed them to Wen Ying with his own hands: "I'll send you off."

Wen Ying took it, rubbed it in the palm of his hand, and put it in his arms.

Seeing this, Ling Qiyan asked him, "Why don't you wear it if you want it?"

"It's too expensive. Students dare not wear it. If they wear it, it's trespassing. Keep it."

Ling Qiyan sneered and let him go.

At night, I served Ling Qiyan to change clothes and freshen up, and when he lay on the bed, Wen Ying helped him put down the bed curtain, and was about to leave, Ling Qiyan's hand stretched out from the gauze curtain, grabbed Wen Ying's, and gently rubbed his palm.

Wen Yinghui pinched his hand and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, go to sleep, the students will come to greet you tomorrow morning."

Ling Qiyan's lazy and laughing voice came from behind the gauze tent: "Do you really have to wait for Qiu Wei?"

"His Highness promised the students."

Ling Qiyan was itchy, rubbed him a few more times, pulled Wen Ying's hand in, and bit his wrist.

Ling Qiyan spoke neither light nor heavy. Wen Ying couldn't see the expression of the person in the tent clearly. He just felt like being bitten by a cat. He subconsciously frowned, and then slowly relaxed it without pulling out his hand. .

At the end of the Xu Dynasty, Wen Ying returned to the courtyard where he lived, but he was still sleepy. The book was spread out under the lamp, but he couldn't read a word.

The tooth marks on his wrist were clearly visible, and he was always stroking the emerald finger in his hand.