Wen Xiangyanyu

Wen Ying went back and forth, the door behind him was closed, he stood outside without making a sound, waiting for Ling Qiyan's orders.

There are two lamps lit in the outer room, but none in the inner room, separated by a screen.

Ling Qiyan was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking coldly at the man standing under the light beyond the screen, Wen Ying's expression was calm as usual, and he didn't seem to be curious about what he had sent him to do.

Ling Qiyan was unhappy. He hated Wen Ying's calm attitude, as if he would never be disturbed by foreign affairs, so he ordered coldly, "Take off your clothes."

Wen Ying frowned, remained silent for a moment, raised his hand in silence, unbuttoned his belt, and took off his outer shirt.

"Take off your shirt, too."

Wen Ying's eyes dimmed slightly, and he took off his shirt, showing his upper body naked in front of Ling Qiyan.

Ling Qiyan still didn't let him go: "Keep taking off."

Wen Ying didn't move anymore.

Seeing this, Ling Qiyan said impatiently: "My king told you to continue taking off."

Wen Ying's throat rolled, and he took off his obscene pants, and his whole body was completely naked.

Across a screen, Ling Qiyan couldn't really see the expression on Wen Ying's face, but kept staring at his movements without taking his eyes off it.

His figure is reflected on the screen, indistinct and even more fascinating.

After looking at it for a while, Ling Qiyan signaled him: "...Turn off the light, do you see the black silk on the table, take it up and cover your eyes, come in."

There was no light in the room where the lights were turned off. Wen Ying took the black silk and tied it behind his head, blindfolded his eyes, and covered up the darkness in his eyes.

He walked around the screen and walked into the inner room.

He stopped by the bed, wrapped his hands around his arms, and the familiar warm breath came over him.

Wen Ying was pulled into the bed, Ling Qiyan straddled him, bent down, and whispered in his ear: "Poor scholar, no matter what this king is doing, you are not allowed to make a sound, let alone move around, understand Yet?"

Wen Ying asked hoarsely, "What does Your Highness want to do?"

Ling Qiyan said lowly: "Don't ask, you are not allowed to ask what this king is doing."

Wen Ying's Adam's apple slid up and down.

Ling Qiyan was like a cat, arching wildly on him, licking the back of his neck with his wet tongue, the darkness magnified the perception several times, Wen Ying's breathing became heavier, and he put his hands on Ling Qiyan's waist, unconsciously Increased gravity.

Ling Qiyan groped and sat on Wen Ying's waist, and supported his thing.

Wen Ying's breathing was unconsciously heavy, and he didn't move. Ling Qiyan grabbed his heavy penis and fiddled with it a few times with his gloves.

The thing swelled quickly in Ling Qiyan's hands, and stood up straight, poking the soft flesh of Ling Qiyan's buttocks through the material.

Ling Qiyan swallowed subconsciously, put one hand on Wen Ying's chest, and with the other hand rustled off her obscene pants, then supported the thing, and sat down slowly.

The secret place of the back hole has been played by himself for a long time before, it is covered with grease, and it is already soaked.

Sensing that his genitals were being swallowed inch by inch into the tight and soft, Wen Ying's breathing was completely out of rhythm, and the hands clasped around Ling Qiyan's waist tightened even more.

This feeling is too grueling, Ling Qiyan's movements are too slow and unorganized, it takes a long time to swallow the whole root, panting and sweating profusely, and after a pause, he slowly swings his waist, trying to use warm Ying's root to grind the one that makes him happiest.

One time, two times, three times... After Ling Qiyan struggled to swallow a dozen times, he hummed twice in frustration, but Wen Ying suddenly stood up and slammed into his body fiercely.

Ling Qiyan was caught off guard and screamed, and threw his neck back. Wen Ying didn't wait for him to adapt, and kept moving his body. Ling Qiyan came back to his senses and gasped for breath, followed by a sweet sound from his mouth. Alluring moans.

Wen Ying put his arms around his waist, threw him into the mattress suddenly, turned over and pressed on him, raised Ling Qiyan's legs to his waist, pulled away the black silk covering his eyes with one hand, and He squeezed Ling Qiyan's chin and kissed him fiercely.

"No kissing..."

Ling Qiyan subconsciously turned his face away, but was pinched by Wen Ying and turned back, his lips and tongue were entangled, messing with his mouth recklessly, and his lower body turned hard to fuck him to death.

Ling Qiyan was in pain and refreshed, and wanted to groan, but Wen Ying swallowed all the voice that overflowed his mouth, and the insatiable saliva kept sliding down the corner of his mouth.

Wen Ying's hands moved all over his body, pinching fierce marks one by one, and the murderous weapon buried in his body was thrusting and thrusting rapidly and heavily, bringing out endless crackling sounds of the flesh, and the big part of the lower body The bed table will be shaken apart by them.

The night is dark.

Ling Qiyan was in a daze and had vented several times. His lower body was already in a mess, crying and making noises. Wen Ying still refused to let him go until the thing swelled to the extreme. come out.

Ling Qiyan pushed him unbearably, Wen Ying didn't move, his lips rubbed against his neck, and the semi-soft stem gradually hardened again, pressing Ling Qiyan and swinging his waist again.

At the end of Haishi, Ling Qiyan was panting on the bed, so tired that he couldn't lift a finger, and his whole body was covered with sticky wet sweat.

Wen Ying pushed back his sticky long hair, kissed his shoulder, Ling Qiyan waved him away impatiently: "Enough, I'm tired, you can go."

The person behind suppressed a low gasp, sat up, got off the bed in silence, and went outside to pick up the scattered clothes.

After getting dressed, Wen Ying lit the lamp, stood there for a moment, and looked at the motionless person lying on the bed inside the screen.

Ling Qiyan turned his head inward, as if he had fallen asleep.

All the intense emotions in his heart returned to calm at this moment, Wen Ying closed his eyes, turned and left.

Jiang Lin stood guard outside alone, almost unable to stand.

After Wen Ying entered the door earlier, he drove the others away with a wink, and didn't tell them to wait outside. After waiting for such a long time, he heard those faint voices, what happened inside? , he didn't dare to guess at all.

When Wen Ying came out, Jiang Lin subconsciously wanted to say something to him, but the boy didn't even look at him, and walked into the dense night with a calm expression.

When Jiang Lin came back to his senses, he only saw Wen Yingwu's back as he walked away, and couldn't help spitting at him. He was not satisfied with taking such a big advantage from His Royal Highness Yu Wang, so he showed his face to someone!

The door closed and opened again, Jiang Lin shrank his neck and came in, not daring to approach, and asked cautiously outside: "Your Highness, have you slept? Do you want to take a bath?"

Ling Qiyan's eyelashes moved, and he was indeed about to fall asleep in a daze. This time, he finally got really interested. Although some behaviors of that poor scholar annoyed him very much, but forget it, it seems that he is doing his best to serve For the sake of his own satisfaction, Ling Qiyan decided not to care about him magnanimously.

Jiang Lin yelled again, Ling Qiyan lazily responded, and said: "This king wants to bathe himself, so come and change the mattress."

Sitting in the bath, it seemed as if every pore in his body was comfortably stretched out. Ling Qiyan sighed contentedly. Jiang Lin knelt by the pool to help him beat his arms, lowering his head, not daring to look at the deep and shallow marks on his body. .

Ling Qiyan's mind became clearer, probably aware of the uneasiness of the eunuch beside him, and reminded him in a cold voice: "What happened tonight..."

"The servant doesn't know anything, the servant is blind, deaf, and dumb!"

Ling Qiyan was satisfied, he was considered clever.

He is His Royal Highness Prince Yu, no matter what the facts are, it is the poor scholar who is favored by him, and he will never admit anything else.

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Ying came to the main courtyard to pay his respects.

Ling Qiyan had just gotten up, after breakfast, he was lazily drinking tea on the couch, when he saw someone coming in, he glanced at him.

This poor scholar turned into that expressionless coffin face again, as if the person who was as fierce as a beast last night and almost broke himself was not him.

Ling Qiyan couldn't help thinking, what kind of temperament is this kid?He looks noble, but in fact he is ambitious. He seems to be pure-hearted and aloof from the world, but he even dares to kill. He has never been afraid of himself. I don't know how to evaluate it.

He instinctively felt that this kid might be difficult to control in the future, but he had only just tasted the essence, so he was a little reluctant to drive people away like this.

...Forget it, let's talk about it when he gets bored.

She slept too late last night, Ling Qiyan is still unable to raise her spirits at the moment, and she is not willing to talk to this poor scholar.

Wen Ying looked at his expression.

"Your Highness is so depressed, are you tired early in the morning?"

When Wen Ying asked, Ling Qiyan heard the sarcasm mixed with it, frowned, stretched out his foot and kicked: "Kneel down."

Wen Ying clenched his fists and knelt down.

Ling Qiyan pinched his chin with two fingers, stared at his cold eyes, narrowed his eyes lightly, and said, "Poor scholar, are you angry with this king? What qualifications do you have to be angry with this king?"

Wen Ying asked him, "Is Your Highness happy last night?"

Ling Qiyan choked for a moment, and said in a bad mood: "This king favors you, it is your blessing, don't be arrogant because of your favor, and take Joe with this king."

Wen Ying didn't take it seriously: "Is it His Royal Highness's favorite student?"

Ling Qiyan raised his hand angrily, paused for a while, and when it fell, it turned into a movement of patting Wen Ying's face. After a few strokes, there was no strength at all, but the words out of his mouth were not pleasant: "Smelly scholar, don't forget you What is your identity, you really have no temper when you are the king?"

Wen Ying grabbed his hand, pulled it from his face, and said calmly: "Students always remember."

He could always remember the difference between him and Ling Qiyan, the difference between heaven and earth.

But he was not reconciled.

"Do you remember how dare you treat me like this?!" One sentence succeeded in making Ling Qiyan angry again.

Wen Ying reminded him in a cold voice: "It was His Highness who sent the students to come last night. It was His Highness who asked the students to take off their clothes and enter His Highness's bed. It was His Highness who took the initiative to sit on it..."

"Shut up for me, shut up!"

Ling Qiyan was so angry that he threw himself on Wen Ying and wanted to beat him, so he fell off the couch, fell into Wen Ying's arms, rolled into a ball with him on the ground, and finally rode on Wen Ying, strangling his neck severely .

Wen Ying let him pinch him until he was almost out of breath, then he suddenly threw the person off his body, turned around and pressed down hard.

His eyes were fiercer than ever before, staring at Ling Qiyan, Ling Qiyan was taken aback for a moment, at that moment, a feeling of wanting to shrink back came into his heart, and he became even more furious when he recovered.

"How dare you treat me like this! This king is going to kill you!"

"enough."

Wen Ying let go, got off Ling Qiyan, and let him go.

"If your Highness really can't swallow this breath, you can just punish the students directly." Wen Ying's tone was blunt, his face was stinky, and there was no trace of remorse or fear in his eyes.

Ling Qiyan's eyes turned red with anger: "Get lost."

Wen Ying's gaze shifted to him, and during this commotion, Ling Qiyan's clothes, which he didn't wear well at first, became even more messy, his hair fell apart, he was out of breath, his face was flushed, and the corners of his eyes were even redder, like He was bullied ruthlessly.

...It seems that he has been bullied a lot.

Those charming scenes from last night appeared unexpectedly, Wen Ying lowered his eyes, and was subdued: "The student has overstepped the rules, Your Highness, please don't blame me."

Without waiting for Ling Qiyan to say more, Wen Ying had put his hands under his armpits, picked up the person who was still lying on the ground, and stroked his back: "Your Highness, get up, the ground is cold, don't lie on the ground."

Ling Qiyan pushed him, but he couldn't be pushed away, Wen Ying had already picked him up, put him back on the couch, and covered him with a woolen mattress.

Ling Qiyan stretched out his foot and kicked, but was held down by Wen Ying: "Stop making trouble, the student is wrong, Your Highness calm down."

Ling Qiyan asked: "Do you know what's wrong?"

"It is the student's fault that the student offended His Highness."

Ling Qiyan hummed softly.

This kid just said so, just to coax him, he really wants to keep thinking about it until he is mad at himself.

Wen Ying still knelt by the couch and rubbed Ling Qiyan's legs. After a few strokes, Ling Qiyan felt comfortable, and most of his anger subsided. , A beating, before he is willing to give up, really owes a panic.

Seeing that Wen Ying's eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were pleasing to the eye, his mood immediately improved a lot, and a smile appeared on his face again. Wen Ying glanced at him and said nothing more.

This little Highness is like this, his temper has always come and gone quickly, and he is most heartless.

That's fine, only a person like him can live comfortably.

Ling Qiyan wanted to eat oranges, so he touched one from the low table beside him, smashed it on Wen Ying, and ordered him arrogantly: "Peel the oranges for me."

Wen Ying didn't pick it up, the orange hit his arm and rolled to the ground.

Wen Ying bent down to pick it up, and noticed that there seemed to be something beside the pedals, so he picked it up. Before he could see clearly, Ling Qiyan's face changed, and he rushed over quickly, snatched the thing from his hand, and changed another pair. Face, fierce him: "What are you doing! Don't touch my king's things!"

Ling Qiyan hurriedly stuffed the thing into his head a few times, Wen Ying looked at him expressionlessly, and squeezed his calf hard.

Ling Qiyan let out a "hiss", and fell limply on the couch, Wen Ying's hand passed over him, and touched the thing out a few times.

It is a string of Burmese bells.

Ling Qiyan still wanted to grab it, but Wen Ying frowned and looked at the bunch of things.

Ling Qiyan kicked it hard, and threw himself on Wen Ying again, his face was full of anger and panic: "Who will allow you to mess with my king's things!"

He himself didn't know how this thing fell by the side of the pedals. It seemed that he had used it up on this couch a few days ago, stuffed it under a few times, and then forgot, maybe it was accidentally when he was entangled with Wen Ying. I took it down.

Wen Ying rubbed the sensitive part of his waist with one hand, told Ling Qiyan to lie softly in his arms, and then pressed him hard.

Before Ling Qiyan could yell at him, he heard Wen Ying ask in a deep voice next to his ear: "Your Highness, who got this for you?"

"What's with you?"

Ling Qiyan got up from him, snatched the thing away, and stuffed it back to its original place, and said coldly: "This king has already said that, you remember your identity clearly, don't worry about it."

"What exactly is that?"

"This king plans to give the sixth younger brother a toy to play with." Ling Qiyan was serious, blushing unconsciously.

Wen Ying didn't expose him.

When I was in the county school, those students gathered together and often talked about romantic affairs. Although Wen Ying was not very interested, he had seen many things, and Ling Qiyan didn't want to admit it.

After all, that thing was used on himself.

Ling Qiyan was ashamed and annoyed, but seeing that Wen Ying didn't seem to know what it was, he felt relieved, cleared his throat, and deliberately changed the topic: "After you finish the exam, do you still want to study? Do you want to go back to the Imperial College?"

"I won't go until the results are released, I'll wait until the results come out."

Ling Qiyan rolled his eyes when he heard the words: "Then you go to Zhuangzi with me to play, and come back in half a month."

Wen Ying looked at him: "Your Highness wants to invite someone to Zhuangzi again?"

"Okay, I know you don't like those people. If you make me happy, I won't let them go."

Wen Ying nodded: "OK."