Wen Xiangyanyu

When he passed by Wen Ying's side, he didn't even give him a peripheral vision.

After entering the house, Ling Qiyan was served by servants to change clothes, and then went to the bathing pool to bathe himself. It was the time of Haishi.

He went to the window and took a look. Wen Ying was still kneeling outside, with his back straight and his eyes lowered, unable to see the expression on his face clearly.

Ling Qiyan was unhappy, he still protected this stinky scholar in front of others, but when he thought of what he did to him, he couldn't help but get angry.

After watching him for a while, Ling Qiyan told Jiang Lin: "Go and tell him to get out. Those people who were left in the house to serve last night, including yourself, go down and get twenty boards."

Jiang Lin groaned in his heart, and accepted the order.

Wen Ying got up and entered the door. Ling Qiyan sat on the couch and looked at him coldly. Seeing that his footsteps were slightly unsteady when he stepped over the threshold, he finally felt more at ease. Just a mortal body.

Wen Ying knelt down in front of the couch again, Ling Qiyan asked coldly: "You kneel here all day without eating or drinking, do you want to pretend to be pitiful and let the king take pity on you?"

Wen Ying raised his eyes and looked at him: "Is His Highness willing to take pity on the students like this?"

Ling Qiyan kicked him in anger.

But he didn't wear shoes and socks at the moment, and there were drops of water not wiped off behind Mu on the soles of his white and tender feet, rubbing against Wen Ying's heart, it was really useless.

Wen Ying looked over, his eyes moved slightly, remembering how those feet stepped on his legs and wrapped around his waist last night, his throat rolled up and down unconsciously.

Naturally, Ling Qiyan didn't know that he was still thinking about these things at the moment, and tapped his toes on his chest again: "Are you really not afraid of death?"

"What's the use of being afraid?" Wen Ying asked him hoarsely, "If His Highness really wants the student to die, and the student is afraid, will His Highness let the student go?"

"Excessive words." Ling Qiyan was not angry, he just felt angry, this person knelt down and pleaded guilty to himself all day, he seemed to bow his head, but in fact there was no sign of remorse in his expression, how could it be like this?

He wanted to beat him up before throwing him out of the house, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that this still couldn't relieve the hatred in his heart.

This kid can't be so cheap, he has to keep him by his side and torture him slowly.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan's eyes turned to Wen Ying again, recalling what that dog Ling Qiyu said, he tapped his heart again with his toe: "How dare you sell it without telling the king and the prince, how dare you It’s not small, why, are you planning to abandon this king and go to climb high branches?”

Wen Ying guessed that he must have heard what the prince said, and calmly explained: "The student's backing is only His Highness, and any high-zhi students will not be interested."

"Ah."

Ling Qiyan snorted, Wen Ying stared into his eyes, and said seriously: "Your Highness, the student really admires you, the student doesn't want anything else, just wants to be with His Highness, what other people say, Your Highness, don't take it to heart , that must not be true, even if the student really said that, it is just an expedient word to fool people."

Ling Qiyan's pupils shrank and caught the key word: "Adore me?"

"Yes." Wen Ying admitted frankly.

But Ling Qiyan just wanted to spit at him. The way to admire others is to take advantage of others' danger and do unruly things, shameless?

"Go away, wait until this king thinks about how to punish you."

Wen Ying no longer insisted on staying to annoy Ling Qiyan, and resigned.

Ling Qiyan was upset, and Wen Ying left, but his stomach full of anger came out again, he got up and turned around twice, shouting: "Come on!"

Jiang Lin came in with his head shrunk. He had just received the board, and the medicine hadn't been taken yet. He was walking with a limp, looking really miserable.

Ling Qiyan gave him a sideways glance: "I'll go to the pharmacy to get the medicine in a while, and share some with everyone else."

Jiang Lin quickly thanked him.

Ling Qiyan lost his temper, and he was really kind to these servants. If it were someone else, it would be impossible to kill them all to vent their anger with regard to what happened last night.

Ling Qiyan raised his chin, and signaled to Jiang Lindao: "Find me two beautiful maidservants, don't let the ones who are always in front of my eyes."

Jiang Lin, who was well versed in Ling Qiyan's thoughts, immediately understood that His Highness really wanted to have sex.

In such a large palace, apart from the master Ling Qiyan, there are hundreds of people serving him. Jiang Lin quickly found two very beautiful embroiderers from the embroidery room and brought them to Ling Qiyan.

Ling Qiyan leaned on the couch, blankly glanced at the embarrassed embroidered women standing side by side in front of him, stretched out his hand and pointed casually, Jiang Lin left one person behind, and took the other back.

The person stayed, but Ling Qiyan didn't move, didn't even make a sound, still leaned on the couch, closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

The embroidered lady looked tense and faintly agitated, but she didn't dare to act rashly, she still stood there with her head down, waiting for Ling Qiyan to deal with her.

After about a long time, when she heard the explosion of the lamp wick, Xiu Niang was startled, trembling subconsciously, then raised her eyes cautiously, and looked at the person on the couch.

His Royal Highness Yu Wang's handsome face was more tender and gentle under the firelight, especially with his eyes closed like this, he didn't have the fierce and forceful posture when he saw it from a distance, but he had a kind of gentle feeling, which made people look at it even more Heart swaying.

In this Palace of Prince Yu, there is probably no woman who does not admire His Highness Prince Yu.

Even if they are nameless, they are willing to follow him.

Xiu Niang's heart moved slightly, she stepped forward boldly, knelt down beside the couch, and said softly: "Your Highness, I will serve you."

Ling Qiyan slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the woman kneeling beside the couch with lower eyebrows, and looked at her absent-mindedly.

He looks really good, and he can rank among the top few in his house.

After a while, he pinched her chin with two fingers and asked, "Do you know how to serve me?"

Xiu Niang nodded, blushing, and reached out to untie the belt of his coat.

Maybe it was because she was too nervous, Xiu Niang's nimble fingers became extremely clumsy in front of Ling Qiyan, after a long time, she not only failed to untie the belt, but also pulled it into a dead knot.

Xiu Niang's face became even redder, and she pleaded guilty to Ling Qiyan in a panic, but Ling Qiyan didn't say anything, grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly.

From childhood to adulthood, he has pinched the hands of the maidservants around him countless times, except for softness and tenderness, it seems that there is no other feeling, and the embroiderer in front of him is the same. That's it.

Ling Qiyan thought, the hand of that poor scholar is still easy to touch, he can also rub his palm, which is very comfortable, even the most daring of these girls dare not do this.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan felt bored again, and let go of Xiuniang's hand.

That thing really didn't respond at all.

Although he was so drunk last night that he was unconscious, those false and real feelings seemed to be engraved into his body. He was indeed very happy, even better than every time Wen Ying used other methods to help him, but...

Ling Qiyan felt upset, seeing that the embroidered lady in front of her was not as pleasing to the eye as before, she pouted in the direction of the door: "You go."

Xiu Niang wanted to cry instantly, and looked at him with red eyes: "Why did Your Highness drive the servant away? Is it because the servant is too stupid to serve His Highness well?"

Ling Qiyan had a headache and said: "This king doesn't bother you much, why are you crying, that's all right, go down, go out to find that Eunuch Jiang to get a reward, and pick whatever you want in the warehouse."

Xiu Niang sobbed twice, seeing that Ling Qiyan really lost interest in her, she had to stand up and retreat.

Jiang Lin moved into the door cautiously, and asked Ling Qiyan in a low voice: "Your Highness, the one just now, is it because you didn't serve him well? How about I give you two better ones?"

Ling Qiyan waved his hand dully: "Forget it, I'm tired, so let's ask someone to take care of me, I don't need you here, go get the medicine, don't come in my eyes."

Jiang Lin agreed, and once again had a banquet with Ling to thank him.

At the end of Haishi, Wen Ying returned to his residence and knelt for a whole day. His knees on both sides were bruised and swollen, and he staggered all the way into the door.

After sitting down, the servant brought him water. Wen Ying applied a hot handkerchief to his knees for a while without paying attention, then ate something to fill his stomach, and fell down on the couch tiredly, closing his eyes and covering his eyes. haze.

When he opened it again, there was no wave in Heishen's eyes. He took out the emerald finger wrench hidden in his bosom, raised it up to his eyes, stared at it intently, and rubbed the belly of his finger carefully.

Those charming and intoxicating images from last night reappeared again. Wen Ying was stunned for a moment, then lowered his hands and closed his eyes tiredly again.