Wen Xiangyanyu

At the end of September, the Guozijian gave the clothes granting leave for a period of one month.

Wen Ying began to study in the courtyard again every day, Ling Qiyan didn't summon him, and he didn't bother Ling Qiyan, the two hadn't seen each other for more than half a month.

Ling Qiyan was very bored during the day, so he called Zhang Yuan's group to come to the mansion for a banquet, to eat, drink and have fun.

This time, the gang of dandies also brought people here, all of whom were students of the Imperial College. After the provincial examination, the Imperial College recruited a new batch of eunuchs and tribute inspectors from all over the country. There are always some people who want to take a shortcut and come together with them These dudes never refuse anyone who sells well.

Zhang Yuan approached Ling Qiyan and introduced him with a smile. This time they brought seven or eight people, including two Juren, one of whom was Yayuan from Wuzhou Jinke Qiuwei.

"Yayuan from Wuzhou? Really?"

Ling Qiyan became interested when he heard the words. Wuzhou is a big state for imperial examinations. The number one scholar in the imperial examination and the former one come from Wuzhou. Those who can get the sub-level in the Wuzhou rural examination must be the popular candidates for the future. Ling Qiyan probably didn't expect that such a person would come to his house to join in the fun along with Zhang Yuan and others.

"Of course it is true, can this still deceive His Highness?"

Zhang Yuan called people up and pointed them to Ling Qiyan: "Your Highness, it's him. This man's name is Xia Zhixing, he's 17 years old, he's from Qiong County, Wuzhou, and he's not bad looking. What do you think, Your Highness?"

The one who was called took a step forward and respectfully bowed to Ling Qiyan. Ling Qiyan waved the wine glass in his hand and casually looked at the person in front of him.

Tall and tall, with red lips and white teeth, and a pretty face, he looks like a handsome gentleman.

The interest in Ling Qiyan's eyes became stronger: "Are you Yayuan from Wuzhou? If you are so tall, you will be able to take the Bineng High School next year. The Kangzhuang Avenue is right in front of you. How can you imitate others and have a crooked mind? You and this group of people What do you want to get when you come to this king's Yuwang Mansion?"

The man raised his eyes to look at Ling Qiyan, and said calmly: "The student wants to seek refuge with His Highness King Yu. The student heard that Xie Yuan from the Shangjing Mansion is a visitor to His Highness's mansion. If he does what he does, students will naturally do it."

Ling Qiyan smiled and curled his lips: "Really? Do you know what that Xie Yuanlang did in this palace?"

"As long as it can make His Highness happy, the students are willing to do it."

Zhang Yuan winked: "Your Highness, this Wuzhou Yayuanlang is much more knowledgeable and interesting than the one in your house, you will know after you try it."

"Have you tried?" Ling Qiyan looked at him.

Zhang Yuan hurriedly clarified: "Of course not, people also have arrogance, how can a top scholar be willing to commit himself to others casually, only someone like you, Your Highness, can be admired."

"Okay, you are the only one who can talk, so let's coax me to play."

Zhang Yuanxuan continued to flatter him with a straight face: "How could it be that you are coaxing His Highness to play, just say something from the bottom of your heart."

After chatting and laughing with Zhang Yuan for a while, Ling Qiyan looked at the man in a blink of an eye: "Do you really want to talk to me?"

The other party's eyes were bright: "I would like to stand on the saddle for His Highness!"

Ling Qiyan didn't make a statement immediately, but still stared at him. After a while, his expression suddenly became colder. He poured a sip of wine into his mouth and said lazily, "Xia Zhixing? To be honest, what is your plan?" , I don’t believe that you, a Yayuan from Wuzhou, would willingly join me.”

Na Xia Zhixing clenched his fists and said to him: "Students don't want to live in poverty anymore, they want to rely on His Highness to achieve wealth and stability."

As if he didn't expect him to be so magnanimous, Ling Qiyan looked at Zhang Yuan again, and Zhang Yuan nodded. This kid is indeed a man who only wants to be rich and famous.

Ling Qiyan was a little funny when he heard the words, and reminded the man: "If you follow this king, even if you can achieve wealth and stability for a while, I'm afraid that your official career will not be too smooth in the future."

"Students don't think so. If you rely on the students themselves, even if you can get the first class, or the top two class candidates to enter the Hanlin Academy, you will have to work hard for more than ten years. If you are unlucky, you will be released. Being a county magistrate in the local area, I don't know when I will be able to make it, and following His Highness, if His Highness is willing to help the students, students' lives will be much easier and they will have more opportunities."

This person probably doesn't believe that Ling Qiyan has no foundation in the court, and he wants to rely on him, His Royal Highness Prince Yu, to climb up in the shortest time. His mind is not hard to guess, first rely on Ling Qiyan, If there is a chance in the future, he can still climb other high branches, and he will definitely climb other high branches. It is absolutely impossible to hang himself on this tree in Yuwang Mansion.

Such people are not uncommon, they will do whatever they can, and they can sell anything, as long as they can achieve their goals in the end.

Ling Qiyan understood it, and didn't bother to say more. Compared with the poor scholar who didn't know what to do and didn't know how to praise, he looked more pleasing to the eyes who had his thoughts and goals written on his face.

The door of his Prince Yu's mansion was wide open, and someone was willing to serve him, and it was a good match for him, so why didn't he want it?

So he said: "Come here and help me pour the wine."

At nightfall, a group of people who got drunk bid farewell and went back, but Ling Qiyan stayed behind that summer trip.

Ling Qiyan was not in a hurry to go back to his room, he still sat where he was, and asked Xia Zhixing to pour him wine.

This man looked weak, but he could drink very well. He drank a lot of wine at the banquet with Ling Qi, and his face was not very drunk, calm as usual.

However, Ling Qiyan had already stepped up, tilted his body, propped his head on one hand, and looked at him with a half-smile: "You are also interesting, do you know how the guests of this king's house serve me?"

Na Xia Zhixing said with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes: "If the students don't understand, His Highness just teach the students, and the students are willing to do anything."

Ling Qiyan grinned, for the sake of glory and wealth, he was willing to do this, it really is everyone's own ambition.

He stretched out his hand and caressed the other person's fair cheek. This Xia Zhixing really looked good, although not as good as Wen Ying, but compared to that coffin face, this man's obedience obviously made Ling Qiyan feel very comfortable up.

"You also live in the Imperial College?"

"No, the student rented a small yard near the academy, so it's quieter to study at night."

"Is the family really poor?"

Xia Zhixing nodded: "The student's family is a poor peasant, and there are many brothers and sisters in the family. They often can't get rid of the pot, let alone provide students with education. When they were young, students could only secretly go to the window outside the school to eavesdrop. Later, they saw that the student was talented, so they were rejected by the school. The teacher allowed them to come in, but if the students hadn’t done their homework well, they would have always been among the best in the final exams, and they could only have been studying until now with the help of neighbors.”

Another poor scholar, Ling Qiyan said in his heart, let's go, who told him that His Royal Highness King Yu is a bodhisattva, compassionate and compassionate.

"Entering this king's Yuwang mansion, I am very happy to serve this king. The glory and wealth are naturally indispensable to you. Go back and pack your things tomorrow. Come and live in my mansion. This king will ask someone to clean up a separate courtyard for you."

Xia Zhixing showed joy when he heard the words, and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, Your Highness!"

Ling Qiyan was pleased by his obedience, and wanted to say something more, but suddenly there was the sound of footsteps outside, he looked up in a daze, and saw Wen Ying walking in, his expression was not clear on his calm face, His eyes passed over the person beside him, and he was fixed on him.

I haven't seen him for more than half a month, and this person came with such a cold face. Ling Qiyan was very unhappy, and frowned: "What are you doing here? The king didn't ask you to come, who allowed you to come here without authorization?"

"What is Your Highness doing?" Wen Ying asked in a deep voice.

"The king is drinking, can't you see?" Ling Qiyan waved his hand impatiently, "Get out, I don't need you here."

Wen Ying didn't move, his face became more serious.

Seeing this, Ling Qiyan became more and more displeased: "Are you deaf? This king tells you to get out of here, don't stand in my eyes!"

Xia Zhixing on the side poured another glass of wine, handed it to Ling Qiyan, and gently advised him: "Your Highness, don't get angry. If you have wine today, you will be drunk today. Why worry about unnecessary people and things."

Ling Qiyan's expression softened a bit, looked at him and smiled: "You still know the fun."

He picked up the wine glass and was about to put it to his mouth, but Wen Yingshun walked away and smashed it severely in front of him.

The cup smashed to pieces on the ground, Ling Qiyan's face darkened instantly: "What are you doing?!"

"Your Highness is drunk and can't drink any more." Wen Ying's tone was tough, and he refused to budge.

Ling Qiyan was immediately annoyed: "It's up to you whether the king drinks or not! It seems that you didn't hear a word of the king's words? Remember your own identity, don't challenge the king's bottom line again and again !"

"Is there any bottom line, Your Highness?"

Wen Ying's face was sullen, as if he was trying to endure something, his words were stinging, mocking Ling Qiyan.

One sentence completely angered Ling Qiyan, he slapped the wine case hard, causing the dishes and wine glasses to rattle, poured one piece, and then rolled to the ground.

Xia Zhixing picked up an overturned jug at his hand, and persuaded in a low voice: "Your Highness, calm down."

Ling Qiyan glared at Wen Ying angrily: "Get out!"

Wen Ying was unmoved, and reminded him again in a cold voice: "Your Highness is drunk, it's time to go back to the room and rest."

"roll!"

After a moment of silent confrontation, Wen Ying suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Ling Qiyan's wrist and dragged him up from the ground. The people behind Ling Qiyan were shocked and tried to stop them. For a moment, Ling Qiyan was held in his arms, and he bent down and carried it on his shoulders.

Ling Qiyan punched and kicked, and cursed: "You bastard! Let go of me! This king is going to kill you! This king is going to kill you!"

Wen Ying forcefully carried him back into the house and threw him directly onto the bed.

"You dare!" Ling Qiyan's eyes were red, thinking that he was going to treat him like last time again, and he was furious, "If you dare to touch me again, I will call someone to drag you out immediately, don't think you are juren It is Xie Yuan, the king, who dare not touch you, even if the king really kills you, no one dares to speak up!"

Wen Ying's eyes were bloodshot, he clenched his fists tightly, and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Does your Highness want to admit people into the mansion again? Your Highness feels ashamed and ashamed, why do you want to admit more people into the mansion? Is it as long as you can His Highness is so funny, no matter who it is, His Highness is willing to sacrifice his life? Is His Highness so unselfish?"

Ling Qiyan burst into a surge of anger, stood up suddenly, slapped Wen Ying's face with a slap, and gritted his teeth: "Go away!"

Immediately, a bright red palm print appeared on his face. Wen Ying took a step forward, his eyes were cold, and his whole body was full of uncontrollable ruthlessness: "What else can your Highness say besides a rolling word?"

Ling Qiyan couldn't help being flustered by his stare, and subconsciously wanted to back away, the more he recovered, he became furious: "Come on!"

Jiang Lin and the others came in with their bodies bowed, their heads almost lowered to the ground: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Ling Qiyan stared at Wen Ying, gritted his teeth and ordered fiercely: "Drag this person to me!"

Several guards of the palace with swords came in and held him up.

Wen Ying was still staring at him, Ling Qiyan sneered: "Are you really not afraid of death?"

There was no trace of fear in Wen Ying's expression: "Your Highness wants the students to die, but the students dare not die."

"Then you're going to die, drag it on!"

Seeing that Ling Qiyan seemed to be serious, Jiang Lin hurriedly persuaded him: "Your Highness, calm down. After all, this man is Jie Yuan, and countless people are staring at him. If he dies in Prince Yu's mansion, he will inevitably attract criticism." , Youyou's mouth is hard to stop, His Majesty may personally intervene there, think twice!"

The rest of the servants echoed: "Your Highness calm down, Your Highness think twice!"

Ling Qiyan closed his eyes, his reason was finally pulled back a little, and he stared fiercely at Wen Ying, who seemed to have no regrets at this moment, this person was not afraid of death at all, he was even determined that he would not take it seriously He dies.

Wen Ying's dark and deep eyes were always staring at Ling Qiyan, and there were things Ling Qiyan couldn't understand, and didn't want to understand.

Ling Qiyan suddenly felt bored, tired of Wen Ying, and even more tired of being repeatedly bullied by his subordinates.

He is His Royal Highness King Yu, no one dared to treat him like this, but this person made him feel ashamed again and again, made him feel weak, and even humiliated him, he hated this feeling to the core.

He really didn't want Wen Ying to die seriously, even if he got angry, the most he could do was to beat him again, but the more he was like this, the more difficult it was for him to let go of his anger.

He doesn't want this person, it's just a plaything for him to have fun with. Now that this person has crossed the line and made him dissatisfied, unhappy, and unhappy, why should he be reluctant?

After a stalemate for a while, Ling Qiyan took a deep breath, signaled the guards to retreat, looked back at Wen Ying, and said calmly and indifferently: "You also retreat, today's business is over, the king is tired, and I have to rest .”

Wen Ying looked deeply at Ling Qiyan in front of him, the light in his eyes dimmed little by little, and there was a voice in his heart telling him that when the anger subsided, in the eyes of the aloof Prince Yu, he would never be Not worth a penny anymore.

People like Ling Qiyan are not warm-hearted.

After a long silence, Wen Ying bowed his head and left.

The room finally became quiet, and Jiang Lin approached cautiously: "Your Highness, Your Highness, servants are waiting for you to sleep."

Ling Qiyan let out an exhausted "hmm".

Absently let others take care of washing and changing clothes, Jiang Lin reminded him in a low voice that Xia Juren was still waiting outside, and asked him how to arrange him, Ling Qiyan said dully: "Arrange a yard for him to live in, don't bother him if he has nothing to do. Follow me."

Jiang Lin responded.

Swiping everyone back and turning off the lights, Ling Qiyan fell into the bed, stared at the beams on top of the bed for a moment, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep.