Wen Xiangyanyu

The cool night is dewy, the autumn frost is cold and light, and there is only a little lamp left on the candlestick on the table.

Wen Ying had already stopped writing, with one hand resting on the back of his head, his legs were covered with a fur mattress that Ling Qiyan ordered someone to make for him out of silver fox fur, and he leaned quietly against the wall of the house, holding the emerald finger wrench in the other hand, He raised it up to his eyes, stared at it intently, and rubbed it carefully.

From time to time, there were various sounds from the surroundings. On the last night, some people fell asleep soundly, some cried and wailed bitterly, and some laughed wildly, as if they were insane.

Only Wen Ying's mood was unprecedentedly calm, as if he was isolated from those voices, and the only thing he was thinking about in his empty mind was that one person.

At the end of the Shen Dynasty, Ling Qiyan came out of the palace. Two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, he entered the palace to have a family banquet, and stayed in Ningshou Palace for two nights. Today, the Queen Mother was released from the palace.

Sitting in the car with his eyes closed, Ling Qiyan couldn't help thinking that today was the last day of Qiu Wei's last show, and that the poor scholar should be back.

The poor poor scholar even passed the Mid-Autumn Festival in the examination room.

"parking."

Ling Qiyan's voice came from inside the car, after a short pause, he ordered again: "Go to the Gongyuan."

At three o'clock in the unitary hour, after the sound of bells and drums, the gate of the Gongyuan finally opened.

Candidates came out one after another, and most of them were exhausted. Some were helpless like wandering ghosts, and some were helped to walk away, and some collapsed directly on the ground after leaving the Gongyuan, unconscious.

The carriage of Prince Yu's Mansion was parked on the opposite side of the street, and Ling Qiyan leaned against the window, casually watching all kinds of living beings, until the tall and straight figure walked out of the gate of the Gongyuan.

Wen Ying is still the most outstanding one in the crowd. Although his face is tired, he always has a calm demeanor and steady steps, without showing any timidity.

Ling Qiyan rested his head on one hand, watched him slowly approaching with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was admiring some pleasing treasure.

Wen Ying walked to the side of the car, looked up at Ling Qiyan, who looked lazy in the car, and stared at him with a smile in his eyes, shrouded in the lights of the city, His Royal Highness Yu Wang was no longer as tall and unreachable as he was. , It also seems to have fireworks.

"Students greet Your Highness."

Wen Ying lowered his eyes, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and there was a quiet throbbing hidden in his hoarse voice.

Ling Qiyan didn't realize it, and asked him with a smile: "Poor scholar, did you do well in the exam?"

"Thanks to His Highness."

"Can you get Zhongjieyuan?"

"As Your Highness wishes."

Ling Qiyan liked his self-confidence, and hooked his fingers in satisfaction: "Get in the car."

Wen Ying got into the car, Ling Qiyan seemed to have completely forgotten that he was still angry with him a few days ago, raised his hand to rub his thinner face, and said loudly: "It's so pitiful, it's only been a few days , I have lost a lot of weight, have you neither eaten well nor slept well these days? Go back and I will give you a good supplement."

Wen Ying let his messy paws carelessly touch his face, and thanked him in a low voice.

Ling Qiyan's wanton and carefree laughter was right next to his ears, making his heart soft.

Back at the palace, Ling Qiyan stayed with him for dinner. During the period, his eyes rolled around Wen Ying's face from time to time. He felt that he was good-looking, but at the same time, he felt a little disgusted that he hadn't bathed in a few days and looked dirty. After eating, he rushed Wen Ying to wash up.

But he didn't let anyone go, and ordered Jiang Lin to take Wen Ying to his own bath.

Ling Qiyan is indeed a bit of a clean freak, the bathing pool where he bathes has never been used by outsiders, this is the first time, he generously let others in.

Jiang Lin secretly lamented how much Wen Ying was favored. This kid is like His Highness, and His Highness still pampers and pampers him so much, which is really unexpected.

If this is a girl, I'm afraid she will become a serious master in their palace.

But, if it's a girl, how can I bully His Highness, maybe His Highness just likes to be different like this.

Jiang Lin was thinking wildly, and asked someone to lead Wen Ying into the bathroom. There was no flattering tension or discomfort on Wen Ying's face. He took off his clothes calmly, sat in the bathtub, closed his eyes, and relaxed his mind.

In the room, Ling Qiyan sat cross-legged on the couch drinking tea, a bunch of random thoughts popped up in his head, halfway through the tea, Jiang Lin came back, and told him that the poor scholar had already bathed, and no one was asked to go in Help wipe your back and let everyone come out.

"You made people neglect him?"

Jiang Lin hurriedly said, "I don't dare."

Ling Qiyan put down the teacup and licked his lips: "...I'm going to have a look."

Wen Ying sat quietly in the bathtub, eyes slightly closed, motionless.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes.

Ling Qiyan stood by the pool, looking down at the people in the pool.

His long wet hair was hanging loose, his upper body was naked and his broad shoulders were exposed, and water droplets rolled on it. In the steaming heat, his expression was somewhat unclear, but those dark eyes were facing him at this moment. His own eyes.

In the calm appearance, there seems to be a deep pool that is about to boil, scorching hot.

Ling Qiyan suddenly felt that this kid looked at him as if he wanted to take off his clothes and swallow them into his stomach. Although he was so drunk that messy night, he remembered that Wen Ying looked at him at that time. The look in his eyes is also like this.

Ling Qiyan was a little unhappy.

This kid actually dared to make up his mind, it's really outrageous.

Prince Yu wanted to kick someone when he was unhappy. He kicked off his shoes and socks, stretched his foot into the pool to touch Wen Ying's shoulder, and scolded: "Be honest with me, do you hear me?"

Wen Ying looked at him, his eyes fell on his round toes from his shoulders to his collarbone, he paused, and took a step back calmly.

Ling Qiyan followed subconsciously, slipped on his feet, and after a cry of surprise, he fell forward into the bathtub so unexpectedly.

Wen Ying caught him with both hands.

Ling Qiyan fell into his arms, splashing everywhere.

"what are you doing!"

Ling Qiyan was drenched all over, his face was poured with water, and anger welled up in his eyes: "You dare to tease this king! You are so brave!"

"Student Mushen, what is His Highness doing here?" Wen Ying asked him calmly.

Ling Qiyan choked, and blushed: "This is my palace! This is the bathing pool I use! Come in if you want!"

"How is His Highness's behavior different from that of Deng Tuzi?"

Ling Qiyan slapped him across the face, but Wen Ying grabbed his wrist and failed.

Wen Ying's eyes became darker in the steam, and he held his hand with a cold expression, refusing to budge.

Ling Qiyan was furious: "How dare you say that this king is an apprentice? Who is an apprentice? Who did something that was worse than a beast to this king?! This king was hurt for three days by you! "

Wen Ying frowned, Ling Qiyan looked at his expression, and his eyes became redder with anger: "This king is going to castrate you!"

Wen Ying ignored him, let go, and suddenly got up, his naked body was completely exposed in Ling Qiyan's eyes.

When his eyes touched something that was about to come in front of him, Ling Qiyan choked back without swearing, his eyeballs rolled around, and his face flushed red.

Wen Ying had already stepped out of the bath, and took a cloth towel to wipe his body.

Ling Qiyan was still stunned in the pool, his eyes unconsciously fell on his back with broad shoulders, narrow hips, and strong waist, and his throat rolled up and down unconsciously.

Wen Ying put on his coat, turned around and saw Ling Qiyan buried his head in the pool, and was gurgling and bubbling in it. He couldn't help frowning, and reminded him in a deep voice: "Your Highness, you are bored in the water that the student just bathed in. Don't you feel dirty?"

Ling Qiyan raised his head suddenly, broke through the water, and stared at him fiercely with red eyes.

After a moment of stalemate, Wen Ying stretched out his hand to him: "Get up."

Half an hour later, Ling Qiyan, who had been cleaned and cleaned, was lying on the couch, studying the chess record with his feet up. Wen Ying sat beside him, rubbing his calves and soles. It was the delicate His Royal Highness Yu Wang who said Yes, feet and legs hurt, I want him to rub them.

Ling Qiyan was rubbed comfortably, stepped on Wen Ying's thigh with the sole of her foot, and narrowed her eyes comfortably.

Wen Ying's eyes moved, and he deliberately increased the strength in his hands.

Ling Qiyan no longer had the desire to read the chess records. He was playing with a chess piece in his hand, and asked Wen Ying casually: "Poor scholar, did you lie to me? The brochure tricked me into reading it."

Ling Qiyan felt uncomfortable when he thought about it. The sophisticated tricks of this kid are not like someone who has never had meat before, and he rarely reads any albums.

As long as he really believed that this kid was cold-tempered and ascetic, sending them to him eagerly, it was all cheap for him, and he was too deceitful.

Wen Ying glanced at him and said lightly, "No."

"Really not?"

"His Royal Highness's picture book teaches well."

Ling Qiyan became even more angry when he heard that, and kicked him: "What you said earlier was too vulgar, you are the king of lies!"

Wen Ying held down his messy leg, hugged him, and continued to massage him: "Your Highness, calm down."

This anger could not be subsided, Ling Qiyan snorted: "Then are you really talented, or are you learning things too quickly?"

"Students learn everything quickly." Wen Ying admitted frankly.

Ling Qiyan was speechless for a moment,...what a poor scholar who speaks loudly!

Wen Ying didn't want to continue talking to him about this, so he changed the topic: "Did Your Highness just come out of the palace today? Have you been in the palace these few days?"

"Well, it's very boring to go to the palace to eat the mid-autumn family banquet." Ling Qiyan heard him mention this and complained casually. He actually didn't want to go to the palace at all. Thoroughly.

Now that his errand has been sacked and he has become an idler again, even the queen mother can't say anything for him, so he is happy to be quiet.

It's just that that bastard Ling Qiyu wanted to make fun of him, and at the family dinner two days ago, he tried to get close to him with a smile, and was thrown off by him.The bastard in the back seemed to be drunk, and he reminded him in a sinister way that his father doesn't love his mother or his mother, and his grandmother and her old man can't protect him for a few years. Lowering his head, Ling Qiyan sneered after hearing this, and poured the wine in the cup directly on the other side.

Unfortunately, when the queen saw this scene, Shen became furious and accused him of being disrespectful to his elder brother. He scolded Ling Qiyu for disrespecting his elder brother, Ling Qiyu wiped the drink from his face with that bastard, and immediately changed his face again, defending him for being wrong. It was a joke after drinking too much, Ling Qiyan didn't accept his favor, he was completely sneering, even the emperor became angry when he saw this, in the end it was the empress dowager who smoothed things over and suppressed them so that they didn't make a fuss.

For this reason, he was even scolded by the Queen Mother afterwards. The Queen Mother advised him to let Ling Qiyu do it for his own good. After all, he was the crown prince, but Ling Qiyan couldn't bear him, and didn't want to.

Seeing Ling Qiyan's angry expression, Wen Ying guessed that he was angry again in the palace, so he pinched the soles of his feet to comfort him: "Your Highness, don't think about those unhappy things, they don't like you, it's theirs." loss."

Ling Qiyan glanced at him when he heard the words, the words sounded fresh: "Really?"

"Yes."

Ling Qiyan was immediately delighted: "I like to listen to these words, poor scholar, you are becoming more and more good at speaking beautiful words."

Ling Qiyan didn't realize that every time he called Wen Ying "poor scholar", the ending was always upturned, sticky, without the contempt and disdain when people around him said it , especially at the moment his peachy eyes are flying around and his eyebrows are swaggering, which is really attractive.

Wen Ying pinched him again.

Ling Qiyan closed his eyes, was quiet for a while, and sneered: "You are wrong about poor scholars, I don't care about them at all, whether they like me or not has nothing to do with me."

"Ah."

Wen Ying didn't say any more, he knew that with Ling Qiyan's temperament, he didn't need too much comfort from him.

At Haishi, Ling Qiyan stretched his waist and yawned, saying that he was going to sleep. Wen Ying stopped disturbing him and got up to leave.

After he left, Ling Qiyan asked people to turn off the lights, waved all the people in the house back, crawled into the quilt, and played with his treasures.

After a few days of no contact, Ling Qiyan was a little impatient.

But tonight didn't seem to be going well. After playing for a long time, I didn't have any fun. I changed a few things, but I still felt a little worse. Ling Qiyan was a little depressed,... What's going on?

Rolling back and forth in the bed twice, Ling Qiyan became more and more frustrated as he thought about it, he closed his eyes, and the scenes he saw in the bathtub before appeared in his mind for no reason, and he couldn't get rid of them no matter what.

A quarter of an hour later, Ling Qiyan sat up expressionlessly and called, "Come here."

Jiang Lin came in with a bow, and asked cautiously, "What is your Highness's order?"

Ling Qiyan gritted his teeth and ordered: "...Go and call that poor scholar to me."