Wen Xiangyanyu

His lips and tongue hurt from being bitten, Ling Qiyan suddenly opened his eyes wide, he was really awake now, and struggled desperately to resist.

Being restrained by Wen Ying, he bit down angrily, and tasted the blood in his mouth soon, he broke free from Wen Ying's lips and tongue, stopped breathing heavily, his eyes were red, and he was trembling with anger: "You, let go!" , open, me."

Wen Ying raised his hand, wiped away the silver thread from the corner of Ling Qiyan's lips with his thumb, his eyes became darker, and he pressed it to his ear and uttered a voice: "Do you think you can still escape? The past account, this king will Keep it with you and count slowly."

As if stimulated by Wen Ying's claim, Ling Qiyan pulled out a hand, swung it up and slapped him on the face, was grabbed by Wen Ying vigorously, and then pressed to the top of his head, Wen Ying's eyes became even more cruel: "If you think about your current status, you can save yourself some trouble by being obedient."

"This is Ningshou Palace." Ling Qiyan gritted his teeth and glared angrily at the man pressing him down.

"So what?" Wen Ying said coldly, "You are already a dead person, and there is no room for you in Ningshou Palace. You will have to leave here sooner or later."

Facing his dark and indifferent eyes, Ling Qiyan's heart trembled, and suddenly he seemed to be enlightened. In fact, this person has been pretending, before, and now. How, now that he leaped onto the branch, he was finally about to reveal his true colors.

His dark thoughts are probably not much less than that bastard Ling Qiyu, but he hates that he has never seen through him, and he has indulged him in every possible way before and gave him a chance.

Ling Qiyan's heart suddenly turned cold, he turned away from looking at him, and secretly made up his mind that no matter what this bastard wanted to do, he had to run away, he had to run away.

Wen Ying seemed to have seen through his mind, reached out his hand to pinch his jaw, and warned in a deep voice: "Don't think about those things that are there or not, you can't escape, and I won't let you escape."

Ling Qiyan remained silent, water welled up from the corner of his eyes again.

Wen Ying frowned and said, "Don't cry."

"...I don't owe you anything. That bastard Ling Qiyu ruined your official career. I helped you get revenge. Those who hurt you didn't end well," Ling Qiyan's voice choked, as if he was wronged. Extremely, "When you were in Prince Yu's Mansion, I beat you up and scolded you, but I treated you better than others, so you can't bully me like this."

Wen Ying turned his face away, stared at him, suppressed his anger: "So I should be grateful to you? If you hadn't done these things, you thought I could let you go so cheap just because you occupied the magpie's nest for 20 years. past you?"

Ling Qiyan was stunned for a moment, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes: "...you said that you have no enmity with me."

"If I regarded you as an enemy, you would be decapitated now." Wen Ying reminded him coldly.

Ling Qiyan was speechless for a moment, that's right, if he was narrow-minded and insisted on dying, the emperor would follow him, and he would never keep him, even if the empress dowager pleaded, it might not be useful.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan felt more and more desolate, closed his eyes, desperately swallowed back more tears that were about to burst into his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Then what do you want from me? I gave you back my identity, why do you Won't let me go?"

He already has everything, identity, status, his grandmother, everything he can pay back, isn't it enough?

Wen Ying didn't make another sound, just stared at him for a while, finally let him go, got up and left.

Walking out of the palace door, Wen Ying heard the sound of smashing things behind him, Wen Ying stood silently in the corridor for a moment, darkened his face, and walked away.

It snowed all night again, and the New Year's Eve is coming.

The princes made queens, and no one in the palace mentioned the name of Yuwang Ling Qiyan. The order of the princes has not changed, and the existence of Ling Qiyan seems to have been completely erased.

Since the [-]rd day of the twelfth lunar month, there are various sacrificial ceremonies every day. The emperor always brings his newly recognized eldest son. Wen Ying frequently shows his face in front of people. No one in the Gaomen family knows, and no one does not know, this new prince who is talented, outstanding, and is winning the favor of the emperor.

At the same time, some gossip has spread in Beijing inadvertently.

It is said that the emperor's new recognition of King Yu was stolen and replaced by someone, so when he came back, King Yu died suddenly, and King Yu's fate was actually the fate of King Yu. The three fiancées are not the former King Yu, but the current King Yan, who is the real one who can control his wife's life!

When the story reached the ears of the emperor, everyone knew about it. The emperor was furious and sent someone to investigate the source of these rumors, but they couldn't find out. Now even a three-year-old child on the street knows that he, the emperor, raised 20 people for nothing. The son of the year, and the biological son he recognized was the one who restrained his wife.

The emperor was very annoyed, but King Yu was "dead", and he had no choice but to find someone to vent his anger on, so he had no choice but to arrest Ling Qiyu and scold him head and face.

Ling Qiyu's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth to argue: "I don't know, this matter has nothing to do with my son, my father has been grounded by my father for a while, and even the occasion where my son, the prince, should appear Eldest brother did the work for me, how could my servant have the ability to go out and spread rumors about elder brother?"

The emperor was even angrier when he heard the words: "Who else could it be if you weren't you?! Your elder brother just showed his face in front of people a few times, and you can make you so jealous?! How did I give birth to you?! Narrow-minded and rogue! You are afraid that your eldest brother will threaten your position as the heir apparent, so you purposely use such insidious methods to damage his reputation!"

"If you haven't done it, you haven't done it!"

Ling Qiyu was extremely annoyed, he finished this sentence with a cold face, no longer argue, and let the emperor scold, his lowered eyes were full of insidious hatred.

The crown prince's confinement to the East Palace continued to prolong, and the emperor felt ashamed of Wen Ying, and called him away, saying that he would help him settle the marriage as soon as possible, so as to suppress the ugly rumors outside.

Wen Ying didn't seem to care about this, and said calmly: "Father, you don't have to worry too much. There is no rush for your son's marriage for the time being. Let's discuss it after the turmoil passes."

The emperor frowned when he heard the words: "You are not young, how can you not be in a hurry? You are not married at this age, and I am afraid that you will not be able to find a second one among the children of these aristocratic families in Beijing, not to mention, you are my son. Son, your younger brothers have already married wives, but you are still alone."

Wen Ying asked him calmly: "Which family's daughter does the emperor prefer? If the family of the emperor selected by the father is unwilling, I'm afraid it will make people feel bad."

The emperor was at a loss for words, not to mention those people outside, even he himself did not dare to guarantee that Wen Ying would not be able to marry his wife. Forcing the decree, he hesitated for a while because he was afraid that the red matter would become white matter again.

Forget it, let's wait until this period of time has elapsed, it's really not possible, here the daughter-in-law is no longer selected in Beijing, and the famous families in those places can also choose good ones.

"Let me think about it again, I have wronged you."

Wen Ying lowered his eyes: "Thank you, Father."

Ningshou Palace.

Ling Qiyan was lying on the side of the pavilion, throwing fish food into the pond one after another.

Raising his eyes casually, he saw Wen Ying walking from the corridor, he changed direction and turned his back, not wanting to pay attention to anyone.

What happened that day, Ling Qiyan still feels ashamed when he thinks about it now, he actually cried in front of this bastard again, it's really unreasonable!

Wen Ying walked into the pavilion, picked up the fish food in Ling Qiyan's hand, and threw it into the pond in silence. Ling Qiyan got up and wanted to leave, but just as he took a step, Wen Ying grabbed it back with one hand and sat down again in front of him.

Ling Qiyan's expression turned cold, and he raised his eyes impatiently: "What are you doing?"

"Feed the fish."

Wen Ying said this expressionlessly, and only focused on throwing the fish food in his hand into the water, ignoring him.

Ling Qiyan still wanted to leave, but just as he got up, Wen Ying pressed him down with one hand. Wen Ying's hand was so strong that he could be held down with one hand.

This feeling of being suppressed made Ling Qiyan very unhappy, he couldn't stop his anger from rising, his face turned colder, and he squeezed out a voice between his teeth: "What exactly do you want?"

Wen Ying's expression was indifferent, he didn't look at him, he fed the fish quietly for a while, and then said softly: "His Royal Highness Yu Wang's temper really stays the same for three years."

Ah.

Ling Qiyan endured and forbeared, his anger gradually subsided after surging, looking at Wen Ying's calm and stern face, his mind suddenly moved, and Chi asked: "Why did you kiss me that day?"

Wen Ying's gaze turned to him slowly, without making a sound.

After a moment of relative silence, Ling Qiyan scoffed: "You really like me?"

Wen Ying's eyes darkened.

Ling Qiyan: "..."

Is it true?

This guy couldn't just fall in love with him when he was a poor scholar, right?That's bold enough.

Although he was indeed taken advantage of by this person...

The more Ling Qiyan thought about it, the more he lost his mind. In the past few years, he occasionally used those things to make fun of himself, but it was not interesting. It had been a long time since he had tasted the real fun. In fact, he regretted driving this person countless times. Let's go, after all, compared to those dead things, although Wen Ying, a living person, is also not interesting, he is still somewhat useful.

But now that people are in front of them, their identities have been switched.

The Wen Ying in front of him made him feel dangerous instinctively. This guy made it clear that he wanted to humiliate him. He didn't dare to provoke him anymore, and he couldn't be reduced to being a prostitute. He just wanted to find an opportunity to leave as soon as possible. The farther away the person is, the better.

Fortunately, the queen mother said that when February came, she would send someone to send him to the south of the Yangtze River.

Ling Qiyan felt uneasy, lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice: "What do you like about me? I just look better, and I don't know anything else. Now that you are a prince, what kind of beauty can't be obtained?" , always make things difficult for me.”

"...You are still angry that I stole your identity before, and you just want to retaliate against me and humiliate me in this way."

"Can't you just do me a favor and let me go? I'll get out of here and won't get in your way anymore. Why are you so narrow-minded?"

After saying the last sentence, Ling Qiyan realized that the other party was covered by his tall body, and subconsciously avoided it, but it was inevitable. In an instant, he was bullied by Wen Ying and pressed against the railing behind him.

Wen Ying stared at him silently, brushed his cheek with one hand, and stroked it slowly, with complex emotions in his eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Ling Qiyan was extremely uncomfortable and turned away.

Wen Ying approached and kissed his earlobe. Ling Qiyan opened his eyes slightly and looked at him.

Wen Ying still had that expressionless cold face, and said slowly in his ear: "Did His Royal Highness Yu Wang understand what I said that day? You can't escape, and I won't let you escape."

Ling Qiyan was startled, his face suddenly changed, and he pushed the person in front of him hard.

Wen Ying stood up straight, motionless, and looked at him more deeply.

Ling Qiyan sneered: "The Empress Dowager personally sent someone to send me to Jiangnan, can you stop me?"

Wen Ying didn't answer, but his eyes seemed to say that he was bound to win.

Ling Qiyan felt inexplicably panicked, but his face was still strong, and he spat contemptuously: "I still think you are a gentleman, and you are like Ling Qiyu that dog, you and him are worthy of being the same. Brother, it's just as dirty and filthy!"

Wen Ying, who was scolded, remained motionless, and stretched out his hand again to help him brush a strand of wind-blown hair behind his ears, as if he wasn't the one who was scolded as "dirty".

The more he was like this, the more Ling Qiyan was annoyed, as if facing Wen Ying, he had never been able to gain the upper hand. It was like this in the past. At that time, it was clear that this kid was just a poor scholar, so he dared to push his nose. Now it is even more so. He got worse, no matter what he said, he would be the one who got angry in the end.

After turning his mind a few times, Ling Qiyan suddenly asked again: "I heard that the emperor wants to help you choose a concubine?"

Wen Ying paused slightly with his fingers resting on his temples, and said lightly, "Yes."

Ling Qiyan stared at him: "Could it be that you let the gossip about the wife's abuse outside come out by yourself?"

Wen Ying calmly withdrew his hand.

Ling Qiyan clicked his tongue: "It's true? Are you crazy? Why do you want to make up such rumors to ruin your reputation?"

Wen Ying looked at him coldly.

Ling Qiyan showed hesitation: "...you can't be hard on those girls?"

Wen Ying rolled his eyes expressionlessly.

Seeing the familiar coffin face, Ling Qiyan thought he guessed it right, and couldn't help gloating: "Why are you so honest? The emperor wants to compensate you, and will definitely choose a wife with the best family background for you. Since he wants to fight for that position , Wouldn’t it be good to have a wife and family to help? Just marry her back first, is it possible that she still dares to go outside and talk about your hidden diseases?"

"Why should I marry?" Wen Ying said, suppressing his anger.

"Why don't you marry?" Ling Qiyan looked puzzled, "You are so capable and good-looking, those aristocratic families may line up to marry you, but you are better off asking people to go outside to dirty your reputation, you Your brain is broken."

"Do you think I'm a sweet potato? Do you really think those noble families are willing to marry their daughters to me?"

Ling Qiyan also said that when he raised his eyes to meet the unprovoked anger in Shang Wenying's eyes, he was suddenly dumbfounded.

It's true, Wen Ying is too capable, which makes people dare not get too close to him. No matter how great his favor is, the emperor did not say that he would abolish the prince, and the prince's position is still stable. The eldest son of the emperor will only make people feel garish. No matter whether Wen Ying is really ambitious or not, once the crown prince ascends the throne, he will most likely not end well.

Those rich and powerful families are all human beings, so how could they be willing to mess with these things easily? They are already rich enough, and they don't need to rely on gambling to try to ascend to heaven.

Wen Ying's actions are not without benefits, at least the emperor will not suspect that he is the one who spread such rumors to ruin his reputation, and he will definitely put the blame on Ling Qiyu, even if there is no evidence, he will definitely feel guilty Keep your grudges.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan, who didn't see the joke as a joke, suddenly felt bored: "If you don't marry, then don't marry, and I have nothing to do with it."

Wen Ying's voice became softer: "Since it has nothing to do with you, don't ask."

Ling Qiyan was angry: "If you don't ask, don't ask!"

If you like to marry or not, just stop trying to get me to think about it!

Not wanting to waste any more words here, Ling Qiyan stood up, flicked his sleeves and left.

Wen Ying didn't stop him anymore, and silently stared at his back as he walked away.

The eunuch beside him lowered his head deeply, instinctively aware of the chill all over the body of His Royal Highness, and tremblingly dared not take too much breath.

Wen Ying stood there, not moving for a long time, the gloomy and coldness gradually sinking into his eyes.