Wen Xiangyanyu

At the beginning of September, the results of the township examination were released.

Early in the morning, before dawn, the servants of Prince Yu's Mansion went to wait at the entrance of the Gong Yuan, but Wen Ying himself didn't care much, and didn't intend to go to see the list.

Ling Qiyan was lying in Wen Ying's arms after spending most of the night last night. She just woke up now, unwilling to open her eyes, and asked in a daze, "What time is it?"

"It's almost time."

Wen Ying sat up, lifted the bed curtain to pick up the clothes thrown outside, Ling Qiyan wrapped his hands around his back again, hugged his waist, and muttered in a hoarse voice: "What's the hurry, it's still early, I'll accompany Ben King sleep for a while."

Wen Ying squeezed his hand on his waist, Ling Qiyan chuckled, and touched his hand down, Wen Ying's eyes darkened, turned over and pressed him down.

At the end of the hour, after Mushen had finished changing, the two of them had just sat down to have breakfast, when someone outside happily came in to report: "I've won! I've won! Your Highness, Wen Langjun has graduated from high school!"

Ling Qiyan smiled when he heard the words: "Is it really Jie Yuan?"

"Sure! The official messenger to announce the good news will be here soon!"

Ling Qiyan clapped his palms together: "Good!"

Overjoyed, he immediately ordered people to open the gate of Prince Yu's Mansion, prepare firecrackers, light them as soon as the good news comes, and then wave his hand, everyone in the house will be rewarded.

Yuan was known among the disciples of King Yu's Mansion, and he, His Highness Prince Yu, had a bright face!

The subordinate was full of surprises when he heard the words, so he took the order to do it. Ling Qiyan smiled and looked at Wen Ying, the righteous master. The boy's expression was still flat, as if he had known this before, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was so confident that he was arrogant.

"Poor scholar," Ling Qiyan changed his words with a smile, "ah no, from today on you are no longer a poor scholar, what should I call you?"

Wen Ying said indifferently: "Whatever you want, you can call it whatever your Highness likes."

"Do you have words?"

"Words haven't been taken yet."

"I'll get it for you, what should I call it..." Ling Qiyan thought for a while and then forgot. As long as nothing goes wrong, the number one scholar will definitely be yours, and the emperor will definitely pick the word for you when the time comes."

Wen Ying is only seventeen years old. If he wins Huiyuan again in the next year's test, he will win five yuan in a row. He must be very happy to see him appear in this dynasty, and then Wen Ying will definitely be used again. It's nothing more than taking words. It is impossible to say that Wen Ying will be crowned in the future, and his father will crown him personally.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan couldn't help but feel a little sour. By then, his small temple will really not be able to keep this poor scholar... Now it's time for the newly released Shangjing Jieyuan.

As if hearing what he meant, Wen Ying took the initiative and said, "As long as His Highness still needs students, the students are His Highness's."

Ling Qiyan deliberately teased him: "In the future, when you pass the imperial examination and enter the imperial court, how will you be my king's man?"

"As long as His Highness speaks, all the students can do will be done for His Highness."

Wen Ying's words are sincere, this is not a casual politeness, but his definite promise, Ling Qiyan's mood instantly improved again: "Okay, you work hard, if you really can be the number one in high school, this king will follow suit!" Yes, it’s a good thing.”

"Students are expected to do their best."

Having said that, Wen Ying's expression was still calm and calm, and he didn't even see much joy.

Ling Qiyan clicked his tongue, and thought that among the people who knew Yuan was still so calm and normal, he was really different, and he never smiled at such a happy event...

At the second quarter of the hour, the officials who announced the good news arrived at Yuwang Mansion, and amidst the sound of firecrackers, countless people from the street flocked to watch. It was the first time that Yuwang Mansion was so beautiful in the years since it was opened.

When Wen Ying went out to socialize, Jiang Lin arranged rewards for those officials according to Ling Qiyan's instructions, making them more respectful and polite, and praised Wen Ying endlessly.

After more than half an hour of excitement, the officials were sent away.

Wen Ying went back to Ling Qiyan's place, and told him that he would go to the Imperial College in a while to announce the good news to all the academic officials. Ling Qiyan was a little unhappy when he heard the news: "I will go again in the afternoon, and my king has ordered someone to prepare wine and food for you to celebrate."

Wen Ying did not refuse, and thanked him.

Ling Qiyan gave him a good set of the Four Treasures of the Study: "This king will give you something else, and you, a noble Xie Yuanlang, don't care too much, so I will give you a set of the Four Treasures of the Study that you scholars like, made in Wuzhou." The best thing, you must like it, next time I will try to get you into high school again, I will give you something else."

Wen Ying thanked him again.

Seeing that his face was still dull, Ling Qiyan waved his hands dully: "You know Yuan, this king seems to be happier than you, and you can't even see a little joy on your face."

Wen Ying didn't answer and didn't want to explain.

Just one solution is not enough, far from enough.

The meal at noon was really rich, full of good wine and food, said it was for Wen Ying's celebration, but Ling Qiyan himself was too drunk, dragged Wen Yingxu and babbled a lot of nonsense, and was later caught Wen Ying carried her back to the room and fell into a deep sleep.

After he slept soundly, Wen Ying left the mansion and went to the Imperial College.

All the officials in the Guozijian were very happy, and Wen Ying really lived up to everyone's expectations. He won the Zhongjieyuan in the first provincial examination, which was not easy for him at his age.

Lin Siye was the happiest one. He patted Wen Ying on the shoulder hard a few times, and once again brought up the matter of moving out from Prince Yu's Mansion, but Wen Ying still refused to respond.

"Teacher, His Royal Highness Prince Yu is kind to the students. He needs the students. If the students abandon him, it is ungrateful."

Only on this matter, he refused to let go, Lin Siye looked at him who was clearly fascinated by ghosts, and sighed: "That His Royal Highness Prince Yu will kill you sooner or later. "

Wen Ying frowned, and said after a while: "...the students are willing to believe him."

Maybe one day Ling Qiyan will not want him, but he believes that Ling Qiyan will not harm him.

When Ling Qiyan woke up and it was already past Shen Shi, Jiang Lin came in to report that the little prince Jiang Rong from the Assassin Department had come to ask for an audience.

Ling Qiyan yawned and sat up. He almost forgot about this person. Because of Barrington's change, Jiang Rong had been in Beijing for a long time. He and Wen Ying lived in Zhuangzi half a month ago. Just forget about it.

"Let him in."

When Jiang Rong came in, Ling Qiyan was drinking tea lazily on the couch, and asked someone to give him a seat and serve refreshments.

Jiang Rong first congratulated Ling Qiyan on a feast, and the news that the disciples of Prince Yu's Mansion took Zhongjie Yuan was spread all over the capital, so he naturally heard about it.

He came today to bid farewell to Ling Qiyan, and he will leave Beijing tomorrow.

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised when he heard the words: "Leave tomorrow? What happened to the previous incident? What's your father's reaction to the questioning letter from the court?"

Jiang Rong shook his head, and explained to him: "They didn't take it seriously, and even sent the court envoy who sent the imperial edict under custody. His Majesty was furious and decided to send troops. I was ordered to go back first and meet my father face to face on behalf of His Majesty. Khan and the others questioned the crime, what His Majesty meant was to order Father Khan and the others to release the court envoys, and if they still do not repent, they will not be tolerated again."

Even if the emperor wants to send troops, he has to make a good posture first, and once the Dacheng Dynasty sends troops, this matter will not be good.

After being away for half a month, Ling Qiyan really didn't know these things. Hearing this, he changed his mind and asked him: "Then who is the leader of the army sent by His Majesty?"

"It's General Lin Su, the son of Duke Jing."

King Jing's son?Isn't that Xihua's future father-in-law? ...or maybe it's his old man.

Since the beginning of the dynasty, Jingguo’s mansion has supported the founding emperor and proclaimed him emperor. After a hundred years of glory, it has stood still. It is one of the most deeply rooted families in the dynasty. When his father succeeded to the throne, Jingguo also contributed a lot. Well, the eldest son Lin Su was still in charge of the soldiers and horses of the Jingnan Camp, and the Lin family had won the trust and esteem of his father, so it was not surprising that his father chose to send the Lin family there.

What made Ling Qiyan even more curious was that the queen mother really wanted to point out the daughter of the Lin family to him, would his father agree?His father really agreed, but in the eyes of Manchu civil and military officials, he still doesn't know what to think.

After all, his status is so embarrassing, and there are many people who want to use his status to make troubles. He really doesn't want to get involved in this muddy water... Let's go talk to the Queen Mother later, it's troublesome enough.

Pulling back his drifting thoughts, Ling Qiyan asked again: "Your Majesty directly asked General Lin to go?"

Jiang Rong replied to him: "I heard that the cabinet and the Ministry of War proposed a few candidates at first, and His Majesty was not satisfied. Later, he found that the cabinet had a meal because of his hair, and then released the left servant of the Ministry of War to a place. There were rumors. It was rumored that His Highness the Crown Prince intervened in it, causing His Majesty to be displeased, and this was to make an example of others, but it was actually a warning to beat His Highness the Crown Prince."

That Jieyu lady's bedside wind really worked, Ling Qiyan gloated for a while, and squinted at Jiang Rong: "You are a native of Mobei, and you are more informed about the affairs of the court than this king."

Jiang Rong didn't change his face and said: "I am also a member of the Dacheng Dynasty, and this matter is related to the assassination department, so I am more concerned."

"Okay, you don't need to talk nonsense with this king," Ling Qiyan waved his hand to interrupt him, "You just know what you have in mind, and now it's not easy for this king to see you off, just go, in the future you If there is another chance to come to Beijing, this king will invite you to a banquet again."

Jiang Rong looked at him. After hesitating, he took off the short knife on his waist and handed it to him: "This knife is sharp. Give it to Your Highness for self-defense."

Ling Qiyan took it smoothly. The handle and scabbard of this knife were inlaid with rubies. They were very delicate.

"This thing is good, I like it, thank you very much." Ling Qiyan accepted it happily without any hesitation.

Jiang Rong curled his lips slightly: "Your Highness is very polite."

He finally bowed to Ling Qiyan, and solemnly said: "When you come to Beijing in the future, or if your highness has the opportunity to go to Mobei, you will definitely have a drink with your highness."

Ling Qiyan responded with a smile: "Okay, it's a deal."

Wen Ying came back in the evening, and Ling Qiyan was playing with the short knife Jiang Rong gave him, and seemed to like it very much.

Wen Ying's gaze moved over, and after a slight pause, Ling Qiyan smiled and said, "Xie Yuanlang, let me show you something good, what do you think of this knife?"

Wen Ying asked quietly: "Where did this come from?"

"The little prince from the Assassin Department gave it to me," Ling Qiyan said casually, "I like him to be such a respectful person."

Ling Qiyan happily played with the knife in his hand, but didn't notice Wen Ying's calm face until the knife was pulled away by him.

"This knife is too sharp, Your Highness should stop playing with it, and don't cut off your hands."

Ling Qiyan frowned: "You return the knife to the king."

"Your Highness likes this?"

Ling Qiyan snorted, "It's not from you. You don't care whether the king likes it or not. You can't afford such a good knife."

"Your Highness, do you know why the little prince gave you this knife?"

"Please please me, why else?"

Ling Qiyan asked the question knowingly, Wen Ying was silent for a moment, and handed the things back to him.

Ling Qiyan didn't understand anything at all. In Mobei, this kind of dagger worn around him could be used as a token of love, and would not be given away easily, but the little prince gave it away, and Ling Qiyan also accepted it.

But Ling Qiyan was thinking about something else. He wanted this knife. He could play with it, but it was not very useful. It was Wen Ying, who thought of his previous experience of being robbed by Shen Xingyao and his gang, Ling Qiyan took the knife again. Handed it to Wen Ying, and said generously, "I'll see you off."

Wen Ying looked at him calmly: "Send students?"

"Well, although you have learned some boxing skills, you can't beat four hands with two fists. This is for your self-defense. It's useless for me to ask for it. I treat you well?" Ling Qiyan said with a smile.

Wen Ying originally wanted to refuse, but the words turned around and swallowed back, and thanked Ling Qiyan: "Thank you, Your Highness."

"Okay, there's nothing to thank you for, it's just a knife."

Ling Qiyan didn't take it seriously, and put his head on one hand pretending to be coquettish, tilted his body and smiled at him: "If you are obedient, I will serve this king well, and I will give you all the gold and silver."

"...Students don't want mountains of gold and silver."

"Then what do you want?"

Wen Ying didn't say any more, took Ling Qiyan's hand and squeezed it lightly: "It's enough for His Highness to be happy."