Wen Xiangyanyu

That night, Ling Qiyan fell ill and had a high fever. Fortunately, it was nothing serious, so he called the imperial doctor to see him. After taking the medicine and resting for a day, he recovered.

But because of this, Wen Ying couldn't get a good face from Ling Qiyan.

In the next few days, Ling Qiyan never talked to Wen Ying again, and after recovering from his illness, he went out early and returned late every day. There was one less Wen Ying, and more people were playing with him.

The missions in the same hall hadn't left yet, the capital was too prosperous, and they could eat and drink for free, so they could stay here for a month according to the regulations, so naturally they had to stay long enough before leaving.

On the third day after the Longevity Festival, the emperor made an imperial decree to include the dancing girl who had made a big splash at the Longevity Banquet that day into the harem, and granted Jieyu the title. The monarch from the small southwestern country was very grateful to Ling Qiyan, and even more so. She flattered him with all her might.

Ling Qiyan had a lot of fun outside all day long, and soon forgot about the poor scholar in the mansion.

At the end of Shenshi that day, Ling Qiyan came back from outside, changed his clothes, sat down and drank half a cup of tea, and then went out again.

He also wanted to go to a banquet, and the one who invited him was Jiang Rong, the little prince of the Mobei Cilie tribe.

That day Jiang Rong came to Prince Yu's Mansion to give presents, although Ling Qiyan verbally agreed to his invitation, but too many invitations were sent to Prince Yu's Mansion, Ling Qiyan was too busy, this time he finally went to the little prince's banquet with honor.

When going out, Wen Ying came to greet him, but Ling Qiyan ignored him and walked away.

Wen Ying took a step forward and stood in front of Ling Qiyan.

Ling Qiyan frowned, and said coldly: "What are you doing? Get out of the way."

Wen Ying handed him a pack of candied fruit. Seeing that Ling Qi did not accept the banquet, he persuaded him in a low voice, "Your Highness, take this with you. It can relieve the hangover after drinking for a long time."

Before Ling Qiyan could say anything, Wen Ying took his hand and stuffed the oiled paper bag into his hand: "Your Highness, take it. The student went out to buy it today. It was just made in the shop."

Ling Qiyan curled his lips. He had never tasted anything delicious. It was interesting to eat this candied fruit once, and it would be the same if he ate too much. He didn't care about it at all.

Wen Ying gave the things, took a step back, and got out of the way.

Ling Qiyan casually threw the oiled paper bag to the servants behind him, and strode away.

Wen Ying stood on the porch, watching Ling Qiyan go away, the golden afterglow reflected in his pupils, and the fundus of his eyes gradually dimmed.

Jiang Lin didn't follow, and sent Ling Qiyan off, but when he turned around, he saw Wen Ying still standing there, with an uncomfortable coldness in his expression.

Jiang Lin muttered to himself, this kid is obviously a weak scholar, why does he always give people an inexplicable gloomy and uncomfortable feeling.

For some unknown reason, he walked over and said with a mocking smile: "Your Highness is gone, you are still here, and now you want to try to please His Highness? Our family advises you to save it, don't It's wishful thinking, Your Highness is such a precious person, there is no place for you to worry about your status."

Wen Ying glanced at him indifferently, his black pupils were calm and unwavering, but it was even more uncomfortable.

Jiang Lin was upset, and wanted to say a few more words, but Wen Ying had already looked away and walked away.

Ling Qiyan left the palace by car. The place Jiang Rong invited was not the Huitong Hall, nor the place where the Qinlou Chuguan had fireworks, but a very elegant private villa in the middle of the capital.

The owner of the villa is said to be a good friend of the little prince, and he generously lent him the place.

When Ling Qiyan arrived, Jiang Rong was already waiting at the door, welcomed him out of the car, raised his hands to his chest, bowed his waist and saluted him, his attitude was respectful but not obsequious, very decent.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for showing your face to the banquet. The food and wine are all ready. Your Highness, please."

Ling Qiyan smiled and raised his chin, motioning for him to lead the way.

The two went in together, and Jiang Rong introduced Ling Qiyan familiarly. Although this village is far less luxurious and noble than Ling Qiyan's own villa, the scenery of Jiangnan gardens inside is quite novel in the north. Ling Qiyan looked around. I am also somewhat interested.

"I never thought that your friend is actually from Jiangnan."

Ling Qiyan said casually, and Jiang Rong explained to him: "His ancestral home is in the south of the Yangtze River, and his family is a merchant. He often takes caravans to do business outside the customs, and he also has business contacts with our Ministry of Assassination."

"You have a wide range of friends, no wonder Dacheng speaks well."

Ling Qiyan didn't ask any more questions, and followed Jiang Rong to a stream where a table had been laid out, and Jiang Rong invited him to take a seat.

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised when he saw this, there were quite a few people who invited him to a banquet these days, so it was the first time that there were only two of them alone.

He didn't think too much, and sat down cross-legged. Jiang Rongbei's dishes, including Mobei's special barbecue and wine, as well as exquisite Jiangnan dishes, were completely beyond Ling Qiyan's expectations.

Ling Qiyan only took a sip of the wine, and gave a thumbs up, feeling that this person is very good at pleasing him, and the key is that he looks good, he is very pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Rong looked at him and smiled: "As long as His Highness likes it."

However, the wine was still too strong, Ling Qiyan only drank three or two cups, and he was already drunk, Jiang Rong saw that he seemed to be drunk, so he ordered someone to bring some fruit tea to relieve the hangover, and told him to cut more Give him the barbecue, and remind him: "Your Highness, eat more vegetables, don't just drink."

Ling Qiyan hiccupped, propped his head on one hand, and responded casually.

The eunuch next to him was winking. After thinking for a while, he took out the bag of candied fruit thrown by Ling Qiyan earlier, opened it and handed it to him: "Your Highness, would you like to eat a piece of this sweet mouth?"

Ling Qiyan gave the eunuch a sideways look, and the eunuch shrank his neck, thinking that he had offended Ling Qiyan, but Ling Qiyan didn't say anything to him. After hesitating, he twisted a piece of candied fruit and threw it into his mouth, chewing it twice.

The sweetness of the candied fruit spread in the mouth, as if the discomfort caused by the spirits had really subsided, Ling Qiyan twisted a second piece and threw it into his mouth.

Jiang Rong asked him with a smile: "Your Highness likes sweets? Do you like candies?"

Ling Qiyan let out a "huh" and said, "It's okay."

"A kind of goat milk candy made by my department is also delicious, but it's a pity that I didn't bring it with me when I came back. If your highness likes sweets, I'll bring it for you when you come back to Beijing next time."

……Um?

Ling Qiyan glanced at the other party suspiciously, is this person so enthusiastic?

He obviously doesn't look like a flattering person, but he is willing to spend his time trying to please him, tsk, if only that poor show could only learn half of it.

Thinking of that kid Wen Ying, Ling Qiyan couldn't help being a little annoyed again. He still hadn't let go of what happened that day.

Talking and laughing, eating and drinking for three rounds, taking advantage of Ling Qiyan's high spirits, Jiang Rong asked about the business: "Your Highness, I have to go back in a few days. I don't know when the matter will be presented to the imperial court?"

Ling Qiyan asked in a daze, "What's the matter with the Ministry of Assassination?"

Seeing his complete ignorance, Jiang Rong was a little surprised, he hesitated and said: "Don't you know, Your Highness? My father Khan and elder brother seem to have an affair with the Khan King of Barrington, as if he had listened to his bewitching, With the intention of rebellion, I came back to Beijing to find an opportunity to report this matter to His Majesty."

Ling Qiyan suddenly sobered up halfway: "There is still this matter? Why has no one mentioned this to the king?"

"Your Highness really doesn't know?"

Of course he doesn't know!No one ever mentioned it to him!

Although he is ignorant, he is not ignorant of court affairs, not to mention that he is in charge of the feudal affairs these days, so he naturally has a general understanding of the situation in Mobei.

Barrington is a major tribe in the northwest of the Dacheng Dynasty. Since the founding of Dacheng, it has belonged to the Dacheng Dynasty like other tribes in Mobei. After annexing several small tribes in the surrounding area, after expanding their ambitions, they continued to send troops to the east, attacking and occupying the Cilie Department, which was located at the fortress leading to the Dacheng Dynasty.

That should have happened a few years before Ling Qiyan was born. At that time, his father was still a prince. King Shujing has been stationed on the northwest border all year round, which prevented Barrington from coveting the Dacheng Dynasty.

But now, the little prince from the Assassins told Ling Qiyan that the Khan of the Assassins had been bewitched by the Barringtons, and he had the intention of rebelling.

Jiang Rong's expression was a little dignified, and he explained to Ling Qiyan: "When I first arrived in Beijing, I had already informed the host and guest department about the matter, and the official of the host and guest department said that I had reported it to you. Your Majesty is interested in celebrating the Longevity Festival, so we need to suppress the matter and report it to His Majesty after the Longevity Festival."

Ling Qiyan immediately became angry: "Who told this king? No one has mentioned this to this king!"

He turned around in his not-so-clear mind, and immediately understood that this matter must have something to do with Liu Shang, the head of the host and guest department, damn it!

"Forget it, the king knows about it, and the king will go into the palace tomorrow and tell His Majesty." Ling Qiyan took another sip of wine to suppress his anger. Now that the matter is like this, it is useless to talk about it. His father declared that it was.

Jiang Rong probably also understood that His Royal Highness King Yu seemed to be tricked by someone, and asked him worriedly, "Will His Highness be hurt?"

"Nothing, no delay for a few days."

Ling Qiyan didn't care much, but felt that this Liu Shang had a brain, and deliberately delayed for a few days in his name to suppress the report. At most, he would only be said a few words by his father, so what?

Ling Qiyan's expression paused, and he remembered another thing. He looked at the little prince in front of him with a hint of subtlety in his eyes: "Your father Khan and your brother colluded with Barrington and became a villain. What about you? You Qianli Come all the way to Beijing to report them?"

Jiang Rong said frankly: "I, Mobei people, don't have the etiquette that the sons of the Central Plains don't tell their fathers and hide their relatives from each other. What's more, the crimes committed by the father and brother are equivalent to conspiracy to rebel against the dynasty, so we can't cover it up at all."

"After His Majesty has dealt with your father and brother, will the throne of the Khan of the Tribe be yours?"

"Yes."

Jiang Rong generously admitted that he did not hide his ambition.

Ling Qiyan laughed and poured the wine into his mouth: "Okay, you are interesting, I appreciate you."

Although he has no great ambitions, he has always admired people with ambition and means.

Jiang Rong looked at him with burning eyes: "I am so honored to be favored by His Highness. In the future, as long as His Highness speaks, what can be done, I will do my best to do for His Highness."

At the end of the Xu Dynasty, Jiang Rong sent Ling Qiyan out of Zhuangzi. The two talked and laughed all the way, and they were much more familiar than when they came here before.

The carriage of Prince Yu's Mansion was parked outside the villa, and Wen Ying was standing beside the carriage, watching Ling Qiyan and others come out with a dull expression.

Seeing Wen Ying, the smile on Ling Qiyan's face faded, and Wen Ying lowered his voice: "Students are here to take His Highness home."

Jiang Rong's eyes turned between Wen Ying and Ling Qiyan, narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly said to Ling Qiyan calmly: "Respectfully, Your Highness, please go slowly."

Ling Qiyan nodded: "I will see you off on the day you leave Beijing."

Jiang Rong hurriedly thanked him.

Ling Qiyan got into the carriage, but Wen Ying didn't follow, nor did he look at Jiang Rong, and walked away with the carriage.

Ling Qiyan was sitting in the car, the wheels were ringing non-stop, which made him a little upset, and the drunkenness gradually rose again, with a feeling of discomfort in his stomach.

The pungent smell of wine welled up his throat, Ling Qiyan bent down covering his stomach, and the eunuch who was waiting in the car hurriedly picked up the spittoon, and all the wine he drank was spit out.

Wen Ying outside heard the movement, asked someone to stop the car, opened the door, and saw Ling Qiyan lying on the spittoon, unable to spit out, retching.

He got in the car, took Ling Qiyan and asked him to lie on his body, rubbing his stomach for him.

Ling Qiyan closed his eyes and gasped for breath, and it took him a long time to recover, cursing: "Poor scholar, you are taking advantage of me again."

Having said that, he didn't have the strength to push the person away, and lay in Wen Ying's arms, his hands and feet were soft.

Wen Ying's expression was gloomy: "Your Highness knows that you can't drink so much wine, why do you have to drink it?"

Hearing the lesson in his tone, Ling Qiyan got angry immediately, sat up straight, raised his hand and wanted to slap him, but Wen Ying grabbed his wrist.

"Does Your Highness still have the strength to hit someone?"

Facing Wen Ying's cold coffin face, Ling Qiyan was very annoyed: "Get out, you are so brave, you dare to teach me a lesson."

"Your Highness is so unselfish and doesn't take his body seriously, the students can't see it."

"roll!"

Wen Ying let him go and got out of the car, Ling Qiyan slammed the door hard.

At [-]:[-] pm, when Wen Ying returned to the palace, Wen Ying followed to the main courtyard and waited on Ling Qiyan to change his clothes. As soon as his hand touched his sleeve, Ling Qiyan shook off him.

Ling Qiyan looked indifferent: "You are not needed here, get out."

Wen Ying raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with a prey that seemed to be hidden under the illusion of calm, and it was like when Ling Qiyan first saw him.

Ling Qiyan frowned, is this bastard still angry?What right does he have to be angry?

"The king told you to go, don't you understand?"

Wen Ying looked at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Your Highness, do you hate students so much?"

Ling Qiyan seemed to be listening to a joke: "You are so bold and reckless, you have done things you shouldn't do, and you still disobey me everywhere, do you think this king shouldn't hate you?"

"Then why don't you deal with the students and drive them out?"

Without waiting for Ling Qiyan to speak, he changed the subject again: "Your Highness is going to have a banquet with the little prince of the Nazlie tribe today, are you happy?"

Ling Qiyan, who originally wanted to scold others, was diverted by his words, and said with a sneer: "Of course I am happy, only you can make this king unhappy."

"It is also an honor for students to ask His Highness to remember students like this."

Ling Qiyan raised his foot and kicked.

Wen Ying knelt in front of the couch, grabbed Ling Qiyan's ankle, and helped him take off his shoes and socks.

Ling Qiyan sat still, looking at him coldly.

A servant brought hot water, Wen Ying squeezed a cloth towel, stroked Ling Qiyan's white soles, and helped him wash it carefully.

Ling Qiyan still wanted to curse, Wen Ying raised his eyes, and asked him suddenly: "The little prince from the assassination department is very attentive to His Highness, does His Highness like it?"

Ling Qiyan said impatiently, "What does it have to do with you?"

"Although the crown prince is always on guard against your highness, what does your highness think about the difference between you and other people?"

"The crown prince gave His Highness a silver fox fur, and the little prince gave His Highness a night pearl. Can those things please His Highness?"

"Does His Highness value those rare and rare treasures outside of the body? Whoever gives them to His Highness, His Highness will accept them?"

Ling Qiyan's face darkened, for a while, the little prince, for a while, the prince's, what exactly is this kid trying to say?

"Why don't you want good things? This king doesn't value those gold, jade and jewelry, so why should he value snacks that you, a poor scholar, can buy with a few copper coins?"

Wen Ying pinched the sole of his foot and stopped talking.

Your Highness doesn't understand these things... It's fine if you don't understand.

Ling Qiyan was made even angrier by his inexplicable and incoherent words, and kicked his wet soles on his chest again: "Get lost."