Wen Xiangyanyu

The day before the Longevity Festival, Ling Qiyan went out again and was invited to a banquet.

The monarch of the small country in the Southwest, flattering and flattering Ling Qiyan these days, caught his favor. The mission of a small country that was originally very inconspicuous, because of His Royal Highness King Yu's favor, became very popular in the Huitong Hall.

Of course, the most important thing is that they brought a group of beauties who looked like celestial beings and were good at singing and dancing. They were too outstanding and outstanding. There was probably no man who would not like them after seeing them. Anyway, Ling Qiyan liked them very much.

During the banquet, the sloppy bearded monarch drank too much, his face was flushed, and he flattered Ling Qiyan with his tongue out: "His Royal Highness, look at these girls, will the old man like them if they are presented to His Majesty? Yourself Is there anyone you like? If you like one, I will not send her to His Majesty, but send her directly to your residence."

This man has no great abilities, he is just the monarch of a small place in the southwest, and he can live a peaceful and peaceful life when he is attached to the Dacheng Dynasty. It is to dedicate people to Emperor Dacheng and these dignitaries in Shangjing, so as to obtain some benefits for their own country.

Ling Qiyan propped his head on one hand, poured the wine into his mouth, and looked past the faces of the girls one by one. These days, he came to see them dance every day, so he knew the purpose of this person clearly.

He raised his hand and hooked his fingers with the most beautiful lead dancer. The girl came forward with bare feet, knelt down in front of him, poured wine for him, and looked at him with special eyes. eager.

Ling Qiyan slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and asked her with a smile: "Do you want to be His Majesty's concubine?"

The girl looked at him directly: "I am willing to serve Your Highness."

"really?"

"I like Your Highness."

Ling Qiyan laughed: "What's the point of serving the king? If you want to serve you, you should serve your majesty. Maybe your majesty likes you, and you can be a concubine."

The girl bit her lip, her eyes wavered, and she looked at Ling Qiyan with reluctance.

Ling Qiyan's fingers picked up a strand of her loose long hair and twirled it around her fingertips: "Be obedient, those who follow this king will have no future, they should go to higher places."

"I'm clumsy, I'm afraid His Majesty won't like it."

"You are beautiful, you dance well, and you speak well. His Majesty will not dislike you. When you dance in front of His Majesty tomorrow, you will look at him like this. Be bold, don't be shy, remember to smile more Smile, Your Majesty likes the scent of crabapple flowers, you can take a bath with that flower tonight and smoke the clothes you will wear tomorrow, he will definitely like it."

The girl listened in a daze, Ling Qiyan's eyes were too gentle and affectionate, when he talked to her, it was as if he was whispering to his lover, he was so handsome, like a banished fairy, she really wanted to follow him.

Ling Qiyan stroked her face again: "Go."

The drunken monarch came over and said, "Your Highness, if you really like her, then you can keep her. It's the same with your Majesty and send her to someone else."

Ling Qiyan smiled and shook his head, shaking the wine glass in his hand: "Who do you think your majesty is? What kind of beauty has your majesty never seen before? It's not the most beautiful one, why should you fall into your majesty's eyes?"

The other party was a little worried when he heard the words: "Then can His Majesty really take a fancy to her?"

"Yes, you can tell her to do what I say, and I will never lie to you."

Ling Qiyan said with a chuckle, and continued pouring wine into his mouth.

Others may not know it, but he once heard the Empress Dowager talk to the old mother in her palace, saying that when his father was young, he liked the little lady who was born in the Northern Marquis Mansion of Zhenbei, and he would not marry unless she was the only one. At that time, the number one beauty in Shangjing City was truly celestial, nationally beautiful, and gorgeous for a while. The little lady liked crabapple flowers the most. His father loved Wuji, and for the little lady, he planted a whole yard of crabapple trees in his bedroom.

At that time, his father was choosing a concubine, and finally he chose between the Shen family and the little lady. It was not the queen mother who chose the little lady, but his father himself. Unfortunately, the little lady had a bad life. In two months, the Zhenbeihou Mansion was convicted of the war, and all the male members of the family were beheaded, and all the female relatives were used as official slaves. His father, the emperor, was leading the army in Mobei at that time. It has fallen, and the little lady is nowhere to be found.

After that, his father married Shen Shi, Shen Shi seemed to know about this past, since his father ascended the throne and she entered the Central Palace, no crabapple trees were allowed to be planted in the palace, and even objects in the shape of crabapple flowers were not allowed to appear before her eyes.

Ling Qiyan wanted to make things difficult for her.

The Empress Dowager said that the young lady of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion was straightforward, enthusiastic, and loved to laugh, unlike other noble ladies who came from deep houses and large courtyards.

Since his father likes this, he will give him a similar substitute, as long as it can make the queen unhappy, he will be happy.

At the end of the unitary hour, night fell.

Wen Ying appeared outside the Huitong Hall and was stopped by someone. He said without changing his face: "I am the master of Prince Yu's mansion, and I have come to pick up His Royal Highness Prince Yu back to the mansion. Someone from the palace has been sent to the Palace to pass on a message. His Royal Highness Yu Wang must go back. .”

Buoyed by his few words, the other party did not dare to neglect, and led him in, to the place where the mission of the small southwestern country stayed.

Before entering the gate of the courtyard, I heard the sound of silk, bamboo, shengxiao and flute inside.

Wen Ying paced in, and saw Ling Qiyan, who was already drunk, lying in the arms of a beautiful girl, teasing with others in a disheveled and disorganized manner.

No one noticed Wen Ying until he approached Ling Qiyan.

Ling Qiyan took the girl's hand, leaned into her ear and said something, only then did he notice that there was someone in front of him, he raised his eyes in a daze, and looked at Wen Ying, who was looking down at him from a height, his face sinking like water, After a long time, his eyelashes moved slowly, and he muttered: "Poor scholar, why are you here? Come drink with me."

Ling Qiyan stretched out his hand towards Wen Ying. Wen Ying squatted down and looked indifferently at Mei Ji who was holding Ling Qiyan in his arms. The other party lowered his head and retreated consciously.

Ling Qiyan was a little unclear, so: "Where are you going, why did you run away? I haven't had enough to drink..."

Wen Ying asked him coldly, "Does your Highness know what time it is?"

Ling Qiyan was unhappy and said: "I don't care what time it is, I want to drink."

"Tomorrow is the Longevity Day. Your Highness is drunk here, and then falls asleep. If you miss the birthday gift with His Majesty tomorrow, what are you going to do?"

"How is that possible?" Ling Qiyan waved his hands impatiently, "This king knows it well, so you don't need to worry about it."

Wen Ying stopped talking, stretched out his hand, and directly hugged him horizontally. Ling Qiyan struggled to push him, but he was too drunk to match Wen Ying's strength. The monarch came over and tried to stop him, but Wen Ying ignored him , holding Ling Qiyan and striding away.

Jiang Lin brought a few young eunuchs to follow quickly. Wen Ying carried Ling Qiyan into the car, turned his head and gave them a cold look, and reminded Jiang Lin: "Eunuch Jiang, you are the eunuch in front of His Highness. Your Highness is self-willed. Don't you know how to persuade him more? Where is the meeting hall? His Highness has come here several times to drink with people, and he still drinks like this, won't it cause people to gossip if it spreads?"

Jiang Lin was at a loss for words, he obviously said that this person was a guest of Prince Yu's mansion, but in fact he was just a highness who got back the playthings in the mansion on a whim, but he was taught a lesson by Wen Ying staring at him like this, but he felt the pressure inexplicably, When he wanted to argue, Wen Ying had already got into the car with Ling Qiyan in his arms and closed the door.

Ling Qiyan couldn't stop, sticking to Wen Ying's arms and twisting non-stop, mumbling and cursing him.

"Poor scholar, stinky scholar, if you pretend to be a tiger, you will know how to show off in front of this king."

"This king hates you, you are not allowed to talk to this king with a coffin face."

"I can drink with whoever I want to drink with, and I can pamper whoever I want. Why do you care about me?"

Wen Ying remained silent, holding Ling Qiyan's waist, no matter what he said, he didn't answer.

After returning to the palace, Wen Ying took Ling Qiyan back to his room, and Wen Ying called for hot water to help him change his clothes and freshen up.

Ling Qiyan grabbed Wen Ying's skirt with both hands, squinted at him, and continued to scold him in the car: "What do you think you are? You are so brave, you dare to treat me like this, This king will chop you up..."

Wen Ying covered his face with a hot veil, and Ling Qiyan whimpered twice. When the veil was removed, his eyes were red and he became more and more angry: "You take off your clothes and serve the king. I don't want to Wait, I want you tonight, come here! Bring me that good thing!"

A servant brought a small white porcelain jar carved with exquisite patterns and put it on the bedside.

Jiang Lin led a group of people out voluntarily and closed the door for them.

Ling Qiyan picked up the thing, threw the lid, and showed it to Wen Ying. It was a white ointment exuding a delicate fragrance: "You smell it, it smells good. This is the best secret made by the Tai Hospital. Interesting and good things, the king specially asked someone to get them."

Ling Qiyan smiled triumphantly, put the jar down again, leaned closer to Wen Ying, blew gently on him, and groped his chest with both hands.

Wen Ying didn't move, his dark eyes were shining with fire, and Ling Qiyan tore off his belt and his clothes with great effort.

When Ling Qiyan pushed him into the bed, he just put his hands on Ling Qiyan's waist to stabilize his body, but he didn't stop him.

Ling Qiyan lay on Wen Ying's body, rubbing her head on Wen Ying's neck carelessly, kissing his neck with her moist lips.

Wen Ying lay down on the bed, staring blankly at the beams above his head, Ling Qiyan stuck to him, eagerly and incoherently arching him, but his mind was emptied for a moment.

When he was brought in front of Ling Qiyan, he never imagined that one day he would really get involved with this pampered, capricious and mighty His Royal Highness Prince Yu.

He was doing the thing he used to disdain the most, but he didn't want to stop.

Even if he has nothing, he is the one who can hold Ling Qiyan in his arms at this moment.

Ling Qiyan's kiss has moved up to the side of Wen Ying's face, leaving wet marks one by one. He doesn't even know how to be a serious relative, he only knows how to lick Wen Ying like a cat. After reading those absurd and fragrant brochures , It seems to be in vain.

After a while, Wen Ying locked Ling Qiyan's waist, turned over with his arms in his arms, pressed him down hard, squeezed his chin with one hand, and kissed him fiercely.

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