Wen Xiangyanyu

Said he was going to Zhuangzi, Ling Qiyan immediately ordered someone to prepare a car, and then he went out, and arrived at the place before noon.

This time, maybe Wen Ying brought those books here, and arranged for the yard where he lived to be next to his own yard, separated only by a moon gate.

In the next half of the afternoon, Wen Ying played chess, sipped tea, and listened to music with Ling Qiyan, and he didn't offend the pampered Prince Yu, making Ling Qiyan more pleasing to his eyes.

Ling Qiyan was tossed hard last night, after playing half a game of chess, he dozed off while leaning on the couch with the chess piece in his hand.

Just as Wen Ying fell down, he looked up and saw that Ling Qiyan's eyelids had been closed, he stopped his hands, looked at him for a while, and stroked his cheek with his fingers.

When Ling Qiyan woke up again, it was already sunset, and he opened his eyes in a daze, and found himself covered with a blanket, lying on Wen Ying's lap.

The kid was holding a book in his hand, reading intently.

Ling Qiyan refused to move, raised his eyes, and stared at Wen Ying's beautiful jaw line for a moment, until Wen Ying's eyes moved over, and those deep black pupils looked at him calmly: "Your Highness is awake?"

Ling Qiyan stretched her waist and sat up, twisted her neck, and after sleeping, most of the discomfort on her body subsided, and she was full of energy again.

"Poor scholar, didn't the king not allow you to bring the book? Why are you working so hard just after the exam? The exam is still several months away. What are you doing in such a hurry? Don't read it."

As he was talking, he took the book from Wen Ying's hand, flipped through two pages, and found that the book was not Wen Ying's, but his own. It was the kind of idle book he read occasionally for leisure, such as romance, love between men and women.

Ling Qiyan hated reading, and felt a headache when he saw the words, and he could only read this kind of idle books to pass the time, but he didn't expect Wen Ying to read this while he was asleep.

So he smiled and approached the poor scholar and asked, "Is it good-looking?"

"Does your Highness think it looks good?" Wen Ying asked him back.

"It's okay, have fun."

Wen Ying said coldly: "I don't know what it means."

The smile on the corner of Ling Qiyan's mouth stagnated: "Why don't you know what it means?"

"Those written in His Highness's letter?"

Naturally... I don't believe it.

He can't understand those idiotic men and women who are trapped by love and want to live or die. To be a human being, just be comfortable and happy. Why bother with the so-called love and find happiness for yourself.

He is His Royal Highness King Yu, who is precious and precious, and he doesn't need to empathize with ordinary people's love and love, but it doesn't prevent him from taking it as a pleasure.

Ling Qiyan's face was full of disapproval, Wen Ying knew what he was thinking, turned his eyes away, and stopped asking.

When Ling Qiyan saw Wen Ying's pale face, he wanted to tease him, so he leaned on him on purpose, stretched out his hand and scratched his waist: "Poor scholar, why don't you never smile, this king never smiles?" I saw you smile."

Ling Qiyan thinks about it, he should remember correctly, Wen Ying has been in his house for more than three months, and he really never saw him smile once, not once!

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan raised his hands, pinched both sides of Wen Ying's face with both hands, and tried to lift the corners of his mouth: "Smile and show me."

Wen Ying frowned tightly: "Let go."

"No, my king, I won't let go if you don't laugh at me."

Ling Qiyan was soft and boneless, and he fell into Wen Ying's arms with his whole body, insisting on forcing him to laugh.

Wen Ying put his hand around his waist and pressed lightly.

Ling Qiyan, who was pressed to a sensitive place, hummed softly, and finally let go.

"The king hates you."

He got up angrily, kicked Wen Ying, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Will laughing one lose a piece of meat?What's wrong with Xiaoxiao?

He held his breath until nightfall, Wen Ying waited for him to wash and change his clothes, and when he was about to leave, he was called to stop him.

"Come here." Ling Qiyan raised his chin and signaled him in a cold voice.

Wen Ying stepped forward, and Ling Qiyan's fingers tapped on his hard chest: "Poor scholar, smelly scholar, I don't understand style at all, my king wants you to serve me, why are you running away?"

Wen Ying's eyes moved slightly, reminding him: "Does Your Highness want more tonight? I'm afraid His Highness won't be able to bear it."

Ling Qiyan suddenly became angry: "This king can't bear it physically, this king knows it in his own mind, you just serve this king!"

Wen Ying stopped talking, and was grabbed by Ling Qiyan.

An hour later, Ling Qiyan lay on Wen Ying's body dripping with sweat, panting and praising him: "Poor scholar, you are really amazing."

Wen Ying raised his hand to caress his back, and hugged him.

Ling Qiyan laughed in his ear: "I really like you."

Wen Ying's mind was in a trance for a moment, and soon the ripple disappeared without a trace.

His Royal Highness Yu Wang's liking is probably the same as liking the string of Burmese bells, and it just makes him amused.

After hugging him quietly for a while, Wen Ying said in a hoarse voice: "It's very late, Your Highness, go take a bath."

Ling Qiyan bit his neck again: "You stay with me."

From that day on, Wen Ying completely became the guest of Ling Qiyan, playing with him during the day and sleeping with him at night. Although it is not a night of singing and singing, His Royal Highness Yu Wang, who has been holding back for so many years and just started meat, is very keen on this way , there are always two days out of three.

After more than ten days like this, Ling Qiyan's life was extremely happy, moistened inside and out, and the whole person became more and more charming. Those maids occasionally glanced at him, and they all blushed and heartbeat, but those Thoughts that shouldn't be there have completely stopped.

Even if Jiang Lin is blind, deaf, and dumb, other people are not stupid, especially those who serve Ling Qiyan personally, they all know it well, only everyone knows it, and they are rotten in their hearts and dare not say it.

Ling Qiyan didn't notice what these people were muttering in their hearts. Now he was only thinking about Wen Ying, and there was no one else in his eyes.

At the end of the month, an uninvited guest came to the villa. It was Princess Xihua, and the sixth prince Ling Qining also came with him.

In fact, it was the girl Xihua who wanted to come, she was afraid of being gossiped, so she abducted the sixth prince.

It was a rare sunny afternoon, so Ling Qiyan lay in the courtyard to bask in the sun, while Wen Ying sat beside him and rubbed his legs and fed him.

When Xihua and the others came in, Ling Qiyan didn't lift his eyelids, but yawned lazily.

Ling Qining strode forward, smiled and greeted Ling Qiyan beside him: "Brother!"

Ling Qiyan pushed him away with a finger: "Stay away from me, don't you have any rules?"

Ling Qining didn't care about the dislike in his elder brother's words at all, and was very happy.

Strange to say, this kid and Ling Qiyu are both brothers of Ling Qiyan's mother and compatriots. Ling Qiyan and Ling Qiyu are naturally at odds with each other, but this Xiaoliu is very close to him, even though Ling Qiyan is not I don't like his sixth brother very much, but every time this kid sees him, he is willing to play with him with a smile on his face.

On the other hand, that girl Xihua, who looked unhappy today, saw Wen Yingduo look at him a few times, and her expression darkened again.

Seeing this, Ling Qiyan asked her casually: "What are you doing here? Why did you bring this little bastard? Does the queen know?"

Ling Qining interjected: "The queen mother doesn't know, she thought I was going to play at my aunt's house, and also, I'm not a little bastard, brother, please don't scold me."

Ling Qiyan didn't bother to talk to him, and sent him to play.

Ask Xihua again: "Tell me, what are you doing here today?"

The little princess said sullenly: "My marriage has been settled. I am the eldest grandson of Duke Jing's mansion. I don't like him."

"Very good, the eldest grandson of the Duke's Mansion, I don't think I have wronged you."

"I said I don't like him." The little princess said angrily.

Ling Qiyan casually asked again: "Then who do you like?"

Princess Xihua glanced at Wen Ying subconsciously, but the poor scholar didn't look at her at all, he just stared at Ling Qiyan, rubbed his legs, and didn't forget to peel the oranges for him, making people stare at him. It's going to be sour.

Ling Qiyan noticed her erratic eyes, and snorted: "What are you looking at, don't look at it, girl, please be reserved."

Princess Xihua was not in a good mood, what good was Ling Qiyan, a dude, he looked better than her.

"...Can't you pity me?"

Ling Qiyan laughed and said: "Why do you have pity on you? No one else can ask for such a good marriage. What is so pitiful about you? You pushed off the marriage."

"You are deliberately gloating!"

"Oh." Ling Qiyan said in his heart, he is, this stinky girl is clearly in the blessing and does not know the blessing, what is there to sympathize with.

"The one you said last time," the little princess's voice was a little vague, and she glanced at Wen Ying again, "You said give him to me..."

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "Are you still thinking about this poor scholar?"

The little princess blushed instantly: "You promised."

Wen Ying looked indifferent, focusing on his own work, as if the person being discussed was not him.

Ling Qiyan refused: "This king will not agree now."

"...Why are you so stingy, you clearly said it was okay last time!"

"Ask him if he wants to." Ling Qiyan pointed Wen Ying.

Only then did Wen Ying look up at Princess Xihua, with coldness in his dark eyes, and said in a low voice, "The princess loves so much, the students can't afford it, and the students don't want to."

The little princess' eyes turned red instantly.

Ling Qiyan didn't care about the fragrance and jade at all, and taunted her: "Don't worry about it, you are going to marry the duke's mansion, and you still want to raise your face behind your back. It's really shameless to respect the duke's mansion. Also, this kid will marry you immediately!" It’s just Juren, and next spring you will become a Jinshi, can you afford it?”

"Then you still keep him at home!"

"He himself is willing to stay here with the king," Ling Qiyan said triumphantly, stretching out his socked foot to Wen Ying's waist and rubbing it, "Poor scholar, tell me, are you willing to stay with the king?"

Wen Ying looked at him calmly: "Students are willing to follow His Highness around."

The little princess is angry.

Ling Qining ran back and dragged Ling Qiyan's hand: "Brother plays throwing pots with me."

"I don't want to play," Ling Qiyan was so lazy that he didn't want to move at all. He withdrew his hand and pouted at Wen Ying, "Ask this poor scholar to play with you. He is good at this."

Ling Qining looked at Wen Ying curiously upon hearing this.

Wen Ying got up without saying a word, walked to the side, took the arrow, and showed Ling Qining a demonstration.

The arrow went into the pot steadily, Ling Qining widened his eyes and applauded loudly.

Regardless of the two over there, Ling Qiyan saw that the girl Xihua was about to cry, and couldn't stand it and reminded her: "Okay, you're still crying, how dare you really have the guts to raise your face, don't you? I don’t want to get married, I will marry sooner or later, that kid from Duke Jing’s mansion is not bad, why think about it so much.”

"You're not me. Of course you don't care. Anyway, if you are not satisfied with marrying the princess in the future, you can still take ten or eight concubines."

Ling Qiyan didn't want to tell her any more, it didn't make sense at all.

The little princess cried for a while, then lost her temper, and snorted: "I seem to have heard my grandmother and mother say that they want to point out Duke Jing's eldest granddaughter to you, and I will become your sister-in-law in the future."

Ling Qiyan frowned, what else?

"I played with that little lady. Her boudoir name is Yulan. She is 15 years old. She is pretty and has a good temperament. It's a good deal for you." The little princess said sourly.

Although Ling Qiyan has a reputation for restraining wives, he is the eldest son of the emperor and is most favored by the queen mother. If he wants to marry a wife, he must marry a noble daughter. He respects the meritorious deeds of the Duke's family for generations and has a deep foundation in the court. The little lady of this family pointed out to Ling Qiyan, maybe it was also to leave a life-saving talisman for the prince after he ascended the throne in the future.

Ling Qiyan thought to himself, didn't the Queen Mother tell him about this? ... Forget it, anyway, it doesn't matter if you marry anyone, as long as the Queen Mother is satisfied.

Over there, Ling Qining cheered, and Wen Ying hit both ears.

Princess Xihua looked at them, looked at them for a while, and suddenly said to Ling Qiyan: "Speaking of which, the doorman in your house, big cousin, looks quite similar to Xiao Ning'er. If you don't say anything, they will stand together It looks more like a brother, don't you think?"

Ling Qiyan raised his eyes and saw that Wen Ying was bending over and standing behind Ling Qining, holding his hand to help him adjust his posture, and was pointing him to the skill of throwing pots. The two faces that were close together did look alike, especially the eyebrows and eyes that piece.

Of course, Wen Ying looks much better, and that brat Ling Qining doesn't even have full hair yet.

Ling Qiyan pouted: "You must be lame."

"...you are lame."

Ling Qiyan stared at the two of them for a while, Ling Qining seemed very happy, his eyes were full of admiration towards Wen Ying, and he was amazed when he saw it, this brat is really easy to deceive, no wonder he gets along with everyone .

But Wen Ying's coffin face is actually quite patient with children?

At night, Ling Qiyan once again hooked someone into bed. When he was in a daze, Wen Ying suddenly grabbed his chin and asked him: "Your Highness told that little princess that you want to give the student to her?"

There was cruelty in his eyes, and Ling Qiyan, who was in a daze, didn't notice it, and said casually: "If she hadn't been accused of marriage, it would be a good talk when you were in high school, and the princess married, but you Why rush to reject people thousands of miles away, now is good, she is engaged, and you will have no chance to be a county horse again."

"So His Highness really planned to send the students to him?" Wen Ying's voice was right next to Ling Qiyan's ear, and it was hoarse and filled with coldness.

"I thought about it at first, but now I don't want to," Ling Qiyan rubbed his lips carelessly against his face, and said vaguely: "This king cares about you, what should I do if I give it to her?"

Wen Ying's eyes became darker, and he bit his lip hard.