Wen Xiangyanyu

Two days later, Wen Ying finished the first exam and was taken back to the mansion. After bathing and changing clothes, the main courtyard greeted Ling Qi with a banquet. Ling Qiyan had just finished dinner and was drinking tea to digest.

Wen Ying came in and met Li first.

Seeing him, Ling Qiyan felt a little awkward, and turned his eyes around his face.

This poor scholar stayed in the examination room for three days, still calm and composed, although his face looked tired, but he did not show any signs of depression, unlike those other candidates who came out of the examination room with a half-dead attitude.

Ling Qiyan himself, on the other hand, hasn't slept well in the past two days, and at this moment, he is already yawning and his eyelids are clenched.

He rubbed his eyes and asked Wen Ying casually: "Did you do well in the exam?"

"It's okay."

Looking at his appearance, he knew that he must have done well in the exam. There are three township exams, and the most important thing is the first one.

Ling Qiyan thought absently that this poor scholar should not be a scholar soon.

He casually asked about things in the examination room, Wen Ying answered them one by one, and Ling Qiyan waved his hand: "Go and rest, there are two more rounds in the future, recharge your energy, and you have to enter the examination room tomorrow."

Wen Ying looked at his expression and asked him: "Is Your Highness sick? Why can't you cheer up?"

Ling Qiyan's face froze, and the emotions of embarrassment and indignation surged in his heart in an instant, and he wanted to kick Wen Ying very much, but now he even found it difficult to lift his feet,...forget it.

He can't say that he made his own back for two consecutive nights, and then he couldn't sleep until dawn...

Don't say he has no face to say it, he can't even accept this fact at all!

Wen Ying didn't know what Ling Qiyan was struggling with, but thought that he was unwell, and approached him, raising his hand to touch his forehead.

Ling Qiyan subconsciously turned his face away, and said with displeasure: "What are you doing?"

Wen Ying paused for a moment with his hand, retracted it, and reminded him with a cold face: "If your highness is really ill, you must ask the imperial physician to come and see."

"The king's body, the king himself knows it well, so you don't need to worry about it, just take care of yourself and go down."

Ling Qiyan waved away impatiently.

Wen Ying didn't move, Ling Qiyan frowned: "Hurry up and go."

After a moment of stalemate, Wen Ying got up and left.

After the person left, Ling Qiyan became more unhappy. He clearly noticed that the poor scholar was angry with him just now. Why should he be angry?Damn things, more and more out of order.

Hearing the sound of something falling behind him, Wen Ying stopped in the corridor, frowning slightly.

The tea bowl was thrown to pieces on the ground, Jiang Lin hurriedly ordered someone to clean it up, and whispered to persuade Ling Qiyan: "Your Highness, please calm down and be careful not to burn your hands."

Feeling bored, Ling Qiyan told him: "This king is tired, please help me change clothes."

The next day, Wen Ying entered the examination room again, and Ling Qiyan was so bored that he forgot about self-cultivation and called Zhang Yuan and his group to play with him at the house.

After Liu Qingxi's accident, this group of dandies has lived in peace for a while, but they can't sit still. As soon as Yu Wangfu posted a post, they all came here happily.

The dandies were drinking and having fun in the mansion, they were so happy, Ling Qiyan had been depressed for such a long time, and today he finally felt comfortable, without that ice coffin nagging beside him, drinking was much more enjoyable.

Zhang Yuan also brought a man, a handsome and beautiful young gentleman, who was always held in his arms, being affectionate from time to time, as if he was very fond of him.

Ling Qiyan looked interesting, and asked him casually: "Where did you recruit such a treasure, so rare?"

Zhang Yuan seemed to be drinking too much, pinched the little man's chin, and showed off to Ling Qiyan with his tongue out: "This little thing came from Xiulanyuan, and I was still a baby when I was with me. Son, that job is very powerful, Xiulanyuan has trained it well, this little thing has more tricks than those ladies, and it can be let go, but it's a pity that His Highness doesn't like it, otherwise I will give it to His Highness to taste it."

Ling Qiyan poured a sip of wine into his mouth, his mind was not clear, but he understood the meaning of Zhang Yuan's words, he licked his lips subconsciously, and asked: "...what's the taste?"

"Naturally, it's the taste of ecstasy," Zhang Yuan said with a cheap smile, and approached Ling Qiyan to seduce him, "Your Highness, you will never forget that taste once you taste it. Your Highness is really interested?"

Ling Qiyan glanced at the young gentleman with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

What is the difference between this shy and timid, powdery face, and those little ladies?Not as good as those little ladies.

Seeing Ling Qiyan's expression, Zhang Yuan knew that he didn't like it.

It's true, his little darling is indeed good-looking, but he is still far behind His Royal Highness Yu Wang in front of him. His Royal Highness Yu Wang really wants to favor people, but His Highness is at a loss.

Although Ling Qiyan didn't like him, he seemed to be quite interested in what Zhang Yuan said, and he hesitated to speak.

Zhang Yuan is a shrewd person. After thinking about it, he probably understood, and thoughtfully said: "Your Highness, do you want to ask how Xiulanyuan trains people? Do you want to use it on that poor scholar?"

Ling Qiyan didn't answer, took a sip of wine, and squeezed the cup tightly.

He really wanted to use it on Wen Ying, and he had to make up for the bad breath that day.

Zhang Yuan winked, "It's very easy. If Your Highness is willing, why don't His Highness teach me, and I'll take him back to Xiulan Garden for training, and then I'll send it to you?"

Ling Qiyan glanced at him coldly, and reminded: "When the list is released next month, then the poor scholar will be a candidate. You want to send him to Xiulanyuan?"

Zhang Yuan was a little embarrassed at once. He said it casually, and immediately dispelled the inconsequential thoughts, hesitantly asked Ling Qiyan: "Your Highness, if that kid is really successful, would you like to stay here to serve you?"

Ling Qiyan snorted coldly: "It's just a juren, so what is it?"

Zhang Yuan laughed: "That's right. Your Highness is fond of him. That's his blessing. It's not troublesome for His Highness to train someone. I'll ask someone to bring some good things to His Highness later. Your Highness can give it to that kid." , there are also some for your own use, please keep them to His Highness's satisfaction."

"……really?"

Zhang Yuan patted his chest: "Jun Bao is satisfied!"

Ling Qiyan didn't ask any more questions, and gave a serious "hmm".

At night, when Ling Qiyan returned to his room, the good things sent by Zhang Yuan were placed on his bedside, and he specifically explained to Ling Qiyan that these were brand new and unused, made of the best materials , let His Highness slowly explore and try as much as possible.

Ling Qiyan didn't look sideways, and rewarded the person who brought the things.

After everyone in the room retreated, after a rustling sound, Ling Qiyan crawled into the quilt, looked at those things carefully under the dim light.

Some of them were various "elixirs". He picked up the small porcelain bottles one by one, and looked at the words on them, such as "Yi Xiao San", "San Yi Dan", "Girls with beautiful voices", "Happy rain for dry seedlings" , "Spirit Turtle Zhanshi" are full of bluffing titles, Ling Qiyan looks at Xie Bumin, but also feels a little disgusted, these things really can't make any mistakes?

Then there were the greases with various flavors. He opened them and smelled them one by one, and felt that they were not as good as those made by himself, so he looked down on them more and more.

On the other hand, those other objects are various, and all of them are quite strange to look at. Ling Qiyan only recognizes the jade body, which has one end and two ends, those hanging jade rings, silver holders, Mr. Jiao, cistanche, Burmese bells, etc. Yes, if Zhang Yuan hadn't kindly asked someone to mark his name, he wouldn't have known any of them.

Ling Qiyan smacked his lips, thinking that this Zhang Yuan really knows how to play, there are so many novelties, which he has never seen before.

So I curiously took these good things as toys, touched them here and there, and took apart everything that could be disassembled to study carefully, and I never tired of it.

In the end, he couldn't help being a little skeptical, just such a thing, can really make that poor scholar obedient?

Isn't that kid Zhang Yuan lying to him?

Ling Qiyan lay on the bed in a daze.

After a moment, his hand went behind him.

It wasn't very satisfying, so he replaced it with something in a shape that satisfied him.

This time it was comfortable, and the drunkenness from drinking too much before followed, Ling Qiyan closed his eyes and hummed, his mind was completely empty.

In the early morning of the next day, Ling Qiyan stretched out of the room refreshed. He finally had a good night's sleep last night.

As long as he figured it out, it didn't seem to be a big deal, just ignore him, as long as he feels good on his own.

Zhang Yuan and his gang were drunk yesterday and they all stayed at his house overnight, they had been making a fuss for most of the night, they just woke up now, and they all came to bid him farewell and leave.

Zhang Yuan was the last to get up, with a satisfied expression on his face, as if he had had a good time last night.

Ling Qiyan left him for breakfast, and casually mentioned to him: "Those things, if there are any good ones, I will send some to the king. Those elixirs and ointments will be omitted, as long as the others."

Zhang Yuan fully agreed, and asked with a smile: "Your Highness used it first last night? Didn't the poor scholar go to the exam?"

Ling Qiyan said expressionlessly: "Who said that the king must use him, there are too many people in the palace who can use it."

"Your Highness, as long as you need it, I will ask someone to find some better ones for you later."

Zhang Yuan flattered him, and secretly felt strange, could it be that His Royal Highness Prince Yu has really enlightened?This is fresh, and I don't know which thief maid or boy belongs to it, and it is such a good fortune.

Jiang Lin stood aside and listened to them, and silently turned his eyes away.

No one knows better than him that no one entered His Highness's room last night, but those things do seem to have been used, this...

Three days later, Wen Ying came back from the second exam and came to greet Ling Qi again.

Ling Qiyan became angry when he saw him, but he hadn't forgotten the incident that this kid made fun of him a few days ago, and his anger is still there.

"You go." Ling Qiyan raised his chin and pointed in the direction of the door.

Wen Ying refused, and his expression was slightly tired: "Is your highness feeling better? Are you still feeling unwell these two days?"

"I'm not sick at all, and I'm fine, but you," Ling Qiyan sneered, "Aren't you very capable? Why are you so tired after only two exams?"

Wen Ying didn't explain much. He was indeed a little tired. He stayed in the narrow dormitory for several days and nights, and couldn't sleep well at night. Even the hardest one would feel tired.

It's just that there's only one last game left.

"Go to sleep when you're tired, don't stand in my eyes here." Ling Qiyan said to push people away.

"Your Highness." Wen Ying called out to him.

Ling Qiyan frowned, the poor scholar stared at him with dark eyes, there seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes, but he stopped talking, which made him feel awkward unconsciously.

"what?"

Hearing Ling Qiyan's pretentiously fierce tone, the emotions in Wen Ying's eyes settled down. He actually didn't want to do anything, but just wanted to hear more about Ling Qiyan's voice.

So he went forward, picked up Ling Qiyan's hand, and gently squeezed his palm: "Has your Highness gone out to play with anyone these days?"

Ling Qiyan sneered: "Where did I go and what did I do, I need to explain to you?"

"Your Highness doesn't want to say it."

Ling Qiyan looked coldly at the person in front of him, as if the uncomfortable gloom around him had resurfaced again.

This kid is really not afraid of death, Ling Qiyan thought in his heart, thanks to his good temper, he didn't care about him, if it were someone else, he would have died [-] times if he dared to twist like this.

"Go back quickly, don't stay here, the king is going to sleep."

Ling Qiyan pushed people away again, and he didn't have the heart to greet this poor scholar. Today Zhang Yuan sent someone to bring him something. He glanced at it before, and his eyes were very greedy. He's already lying in bed playing with his babies.

After a moment of silence, Wen Ying suddenly bent down, took Ling Qiyan's hand, and pressed a kiss on his palm.

Being rubbed against the sensitive part of the palm by Wen Ying's slightly dry lips, Ling Qiyan's waist softened for a while, and he felt it almost immediately. When he spoke again, his voice unconsciously brought out some panting: "Let go of me..."

Rubbing against his hand for a while, Wen Ying finally let him go, stood up and left.

After the people had left, Ling Qiyan fell into the couch, gasping for breath, secretly annoyed, why has his concentration been getting worse recently?

...Sure enough, you still have to cultivate your body and mind.