Wen Xiangyanyu

At the end of the ugly era, Wen Ying took the carriage of Prince Yu's Mansion and appeared outside the Gongyuan. The door opens.

Wen Ying got out of the car, took the test basket from the servant, confirmed his test ticket again, stood by the car, closed his eyes with a relaxed mind, and rested his mind.

Thinking of the sentence Ling Qiyan said when he fell asleep, "the test will be better tomorrow", his mind became more relaxed.

At Yinshi, the gate of the Gongyuan opened, Zaoli came out and began to roll names.

Candidates stepped forward one by one to accept the cross-examination.

When it was Wen Ying's turn, he walked up calmly and handed in his examination ticket. Zaoli looked at his face for a moment looking at the characteristics recorded on the examination ticket, then told him to untie his shirt, look at the blood mole on his chest, and then After checking his shoes, socks and hair, he finally rummaged through his test basket, handed him the number plate, and let him in.

With His Royal Highness King Yu's advance management, no one made things difficult for him, and the house was arranged in the best position. Sitting in it, you can see the autumn osmanthus swaying in the wind in the courtyard, which is undoubtedly a good omen.

But Wen Ying was not interested in admiring this, so he went into the dormitory to put things away, first felt the roof, and then hung oilcloth as a curtain to keep out the autumn cold outside, then sat down, took out some snacks, and asked the invigilator if he was coming hot water, took a few mouthfuls.

The dim sum was only made when Ling Qiyan ordered the chef of the Wangfu, and it was fresh. Thinking of His Royal Highness Yuwang who was very considerate and indulgent to him, although he was spoiled and unreasonable, Wen Ying's expression was filled with joy. With a softer color, he ate the snack with a big mouthful.

At the time of Chen, after the examiners made their rounds, the invigilator army began to distribute the examination papers. The ink on the newly opened examination papers was not completely dry. Wen Ying got them and was not in a hurry to read the examination questions. He closed his eyes and was in a slight trance.

He has to get a good grade in the test, he has to climb up, he has to stand high enough, and he has to let that person really see him in his eyes.

When he opened it again, Wen Ying's gaze had returned to calm, his mind settled down, and he opened the examination paper.

When Ling Qiyan woke up, he didn't see Wen Ying who came to greet him on time every morning. After thinking about it, he remembered that the poor scholar had an exam today.

Eating breakfast absently by himself, Ling Qiyan felt very bored.

It seemed that he had been so leisurely for quite some time, and the leisure was so empty that he felt empty.

I don't know what's going on with that poor scholar right now, he must be working hard to write articles, right?Tsk, sure enough, you still have to cast a good tire.

Ling Qiyan was thinking wildly, if it were him, he would have a headache when he saw those big characters, and what he hates the most is writing stereotyped essays, and he might never have the chance to get ahead through scientific examinations in this life, but luckily he had a good chance.

After Ling Qiyan had finished his breakfast, Jiang Lin showed him the few invitations he had just received. They were all sent by the same hall. Most of the foreign missions hadn’t left yet, and these days have been changing. Invite Ling to pray for a banquet in every way, with new tricks every day.

Ling Qiyan lacked interest. After yesterday's incident, he no longer had any interest in going out to hang out with these people, and waved his hand casually: "This king is tired, so push it away."

Jiang Lin responded.

In the afternoon, Ling Qiyan was listening to the music in the courtyard and basking in the sun. The porter came to report that it was the little prince Jiang Rong from the Assassins Department who came to ask for an audience.

Ling Qiyan let him in, and after Jiang Rong paid his respects, he went on to apologize for what happened yesterday.

Although Ling Qiyan specifically said that he doesn't need to worry about this matter, this person still came over in person to apologize to Ling Qiyan again.

Ling Qiyan interrupted him indifferently: "Forget it, this matter is my own carelessness, and you are just being used by others, it has nothing to do with you."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your generosity."

After saying a few words, Ling Qiyan asked him casually: "Your Majesty called you into the palace yesterday, what did you ask?"

Jiang Rong explained in detail that what the emperor asked was naturally about the collusion between his father and brother and the Barrington people. He told the emperor everything he knew. The emperor should first issue an edict to his father Khan to question the crime. If his father Han was willing to plead guilty and sent troops to rescue the small tribes occupied by Barrington.

As for Jiang Rong himself, he expressed his loyalty to the emperor again and again, saying that he would write letters to persuade his father and brother. If they were still stubborn, he would go out with Dacheng's army to conquer his father, brother and the Barringtons in person.

Ling Qiyan tapped his fingers when he heard the words, thinking to himself that his father was not very willing to send troops, but it was true that since several old generals had retired from old beggars, the generals who could fight in the Dacheng Dynasty, except for the fifth uncle King Jing, There were not many who could do it. King Jing was on the northwest border. If he was distracted to go east to the Assassins, not to mention the long journey, the Barringtons in the northwest would take advantage of the loophole.

However, Ling Qiyu should very much hope that the imperial court would send troops directly, as Wen Ying said, he wanted to take the opportunity to insert his own people into the army to taint military power.

...It's a good idea.

Their father relied on the military power in his hands to win over the other brothers and successfully ascended to the throne of God, so he was more sensitive to this matter. Ling Qiyu has already become the prince, and he is still not satisfied. He still has such great ambitions. After a while, the royal father really wanted to have a grudge against him.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan couldn't help but feel that the poor scholar really had a good idea for him. Although he didn't intend to be a big man, he was very happy to see Ling Qiyu's misfortune.

Seeing Ling Qiyan talking, he suddenly started to lose his mind, with a smile on his lips, Jiang Rong's eyes paused slightly, and he called him softly: "...Your Highness."

Ling Qiyan came back to his senses, and asked again: "So, don't you have to stay in Beijing for a while?"

"Yes, His Majesty asked me to stay, and the decision depends on the imperial edict sent out, and my father Khan's reaction."

Jiang Rong didn't say it clearly, but of course Ling Qiyan could understand that his father intended to keep this man as a hostage, but since this man came here to denounce his father and brother, and his father and brother chose to rebel when he was in Beijing The imperial court, presumably, would not care about the so-called brotherly relationship between father and son.

"Your Highness, can I still invite you to a banquet during this time?"

Ling Qiyan said solemnly: "This king must cultivate himself, otherwise he will offend His Majesty, so he will not go out for the time being. In this mansion of this king, you should come here as little as possible, or you will be seen by others." If you get close to this king, His Majesty may not think about it."

Jiang Rong nodded, hesitated for a while, and said: "Your Highness, if I can really get the Khan position one day, I will definitely only look after Your Highness."

Ling Qiyan frowned: "What are you doing to me? I'm not the emperor and I'm not the prince. It's fine to talk about it in my palace. Don't talk nonsense when you go out. Otherwise, if the word spreads, you and I will be together." This king will be in bad luck."

Jiang Rong was a little puzzled when he heard the words: "Your Highness, you are the eldest son of the emperor, according to the ancestral etiquette of the Dacheng Dynasty, you should be the heir of the Eastern Palace..."

"Stop," Ling Qiyan interrupted him unbearably, why is there another person who wants to trick him into competing for the seat, "This matter has nothing to do with you, keep your mouth shut, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't say what you shouldn't say let alone."

Seeing that Ling Qiyan's expression was more pretentious, Jiang Rong knew that he had said something wrong, so he didn't dare to mention it again, and changed his words: "In any case, as long as His Highness needs me in the future, just open your mouth, I am willing to do it for you." Your Highness will act like a dog and a horse."

Ling Qiyan responded casually, always feeling that this person's attitude was a little weird, but he didn't seem to be malicious, so he didn't bother to think about it, left someone to drink a cup of tea, and ordered him to be sent out of the house.

At night, Ling Qiyan sat cross-legged on the couch, playing the chessboard one after another, always feeling bored.

Jiang Lin winked and leaned over to him and asked, "Your Highness, do you want someone to play with you?"

"What's so interesting," Ling Qiyan curled his lips, thought for a while, he threw down the chess piece, coughed lightly, and ordered, "Go and get the booklet, I want to see it."

Jiang Lin took the order, and brought Ling Qiyan's collection of erotic albums with both hands. There are several sets of them, all of which were drawn by the best court painters who spent a lot of money.

Ling Qiyan used to like to read these from time to time at night, and several times he called people to kneel outside and waited, saying that when he got interested, he would let people in to serve him, but every time he came back to the end, the album was smashed. On his face, he was still unconscious after sleeping to death.

That's why Wen Ying, a poor scholar, was in vain.

Ling Qiyan asked Jiang Lin to put his things down, and waved his hand, signaling him to take the people back, and they didn't need to stick around in the room.

The servants in the room retreated one by one, Ling Qiyan crawled into the quilt, lit only one dim lamp by the bedside, and read his precious booklets.

He used to read more about the ones between men and women, but now he took it in his hand and flipped through two pages, and felt that it was boring, so he threw it out of the tent.

Then I picked up the Longyang book, opened a page, and my eyes fell on the burly and strong man in the painting. It's not as good-looking as him, which is really boring.

Even so, he still flipped through the pages one by one. The voluptuous pictures in the painting made him gradually blush, and all kinds of events of that night could not help but float up in his dazed mind. The hoarse and panting voice in his ear, the strong force around his waist...

Ling Qiyan retracted into the quilt, threw the booklet, and touched it down.

A quarter of an hour later, Ling Qiyan lifted the quilt, gasped for breath, lost his mind for a while, rolled back and forth on the bed twice, and became more and more upset.

He has feelings, but it's still not enough. It's just like this, he feels a little bit worse.

Collapsing on the bed and staring at the beam above his head for a moment, Ling Qiyan retracted into the quilt again, this time, he closed his eyes forcefully, shook his hands, and stretched his head behind.

Half an hour later, Ling Qiyan was sitting in the steaming hot tub in a daze, Jiang Lin came in with his neck curled up and asked if he wanted someone to come in to wait on him, Ling Qiyan replied "Fuck off".

Jiang Lin backed out again, thinking to himself that His Highness made it out by himself, why is he still so unhappy, and seemed to be even more angry.

Ling Qiyan buried his head in the water, Gulu spitting bubbles, his heart was rolling with anger and embarrassment alternately, how could this happen, how could this happen, how could this happen!

It's all the fault of that poor and stinky scholar who killed a thousand knives! ! !

In the middle of the night, Ling Qiyan couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he lay back on the bed and stared until dawn.

The whole day after that, Ling Qiyan's energy became even more sluggish, and he couldn't get up to do anything. All the servants tried their best to make him happy, and he didn't even have a smile on his face. Drowsy, if it wasn't for knowing that there was no one to sleep with His Highness last night, someone might have suspected that some goblin had drained His Highness's blood, which made His Highness so depressed.

Compared with his physical exhaustion, Ling Qiyan felt even worse in his heart and fell into self-loathing.

In the middle of the night, he huddled under the quilt, but still couldn't fall asleep. It was meaningless to fiddle with the front for a long time, and then stretched his hands behind.

Two quarters of an hour later, Ling Qiyan was lying on the bed, panting for breath, unable to recover for a long time.

When Jiang Lin heard the movement, he opened the door carefully and came in, but saw Ling Qiyan sitting by the bed tearing up the albums, with a distorted and ugly expression on his face.

Jiang Lin was startled, and called him cautiously: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Ling Qiyan raised her eyes, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes were flushed red, about to burst out of water, glistening even more under the light, as if extremely wronged.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

"These brochures are all deceitful. What is the use of these things?"

Ling Qiyan tore the things in his hands as if venting, gnashing his teeth with hatred, as if devouring someone's flesh and blood.

Jiang Lin felt his teeth sore looking at it, but he didn't dare to say anything, and asked him: "Your Highness, your hand hurts carefully, how about I help you tear it up?"

Ling Qiyan gave him a cold look, threw everything in his hand to the ground, waved his hand, and said indifferently: "Pick it up, take it out and throw it into the brazier and burn it."

Jiang Lin hurriedly took orders.

Ling Qiyan fell into the bed, closed his eyes, and it seemed that Wen Ying's dull coffin face appeared in front of his eyes again, and he became even more angry.

Looking at the pure-hearted and ascetic face, in fact, it is the most indecent, especially shameless!

If it wasn't for this beast, why would I have become like this!