Wen Xiangyanyu

After the Shangyuan Festival, the emperor issued an order to keep King Jing in Beijing.

King Jing has been in the northwest border for more than ten years. He suffered an arrow wound on his knee in the early years, and it would be painful when it was cloudy and rainy. His health has not been very good, so he left Prince Jing to perform his filial piety in Beijing.

But on the northwest side, another person has to be sent there.

The new Khan of Barrington is not an honest and law-abiding one. The Dacheng court previously accepted their peace proposal because it would cost troops to fight deep into the hinterland of Barrington, and there was no chance of winning. The border cannot be peaceful from now on, and there must be reliable generals to garrison it.

But the emperor was worried about this candidate.

Most people don't want to go, not to mention the bitter cold in the Northwest. At this time, they will not be able to make great military achievements. In the borderlands, those Barrington rangers often come to fight the autumn wind. It is impossible to defend against it. It is the duty to defend it. Where, if one accidentally makes a big commotion, His Majesty and the court will still blame her, which is completely thankless.

Just as a group of generals tried to evade each other and secretly prayed not to be targeted by the emperor, Wen Ying, who had never talked much, took the initiative to stand up at the court meeting, saying that he was willing to take over King Jing and go to the northwest to guard the frontier.

Full of uproar.

The expression on the face of the emperor sitting high on the throne could not be seen clearly, but Ling Qiyu's complexion sank visibly to the naked eye.

He had just been lifted from the foot restraint, and he would never dare to intervene in this matter to make any small moves, but he did not expect that Wen Ying would offer to go to the northwest.

Ordinary princes can go abroad to lead troops, but his crown prince is absolutely impossible. Not only is it impossible, but he can't be contaminated with military power. Just thinking about this, Ling Qiyu almost vomited blood with hatred, and dared not admit the secret hidden deep in his heart. It is the fear and anxiety that have been increasing since this person returned to the court.

Twenty years ago, his father relied on his military power to win other people and ascended to the throne. Even if he is the crown prince now, he has more bargaining chips than others, but an opponent like Wen Ying may be more powerful than his father back then. Much harder to deal with.

Ling Qiyu regretted it countless times. When Wen Ying left Beijing in embarrassment, he failed to kill him. When he heard the name of this man again, Wen Ying had already stabbed King Khan of the Liebu Khan with his hand on the battlefield. At that time, he always thought of a fifth-rank military general, and he was nothing to be afraid of. After returning to the court, he could easily beat him back to his original form, but he never thought that he would suddenly become his own brother. .

Now even his father thinks more about this son who was picked up halfway, how can he not hate him.

The emperor did not express his position for a long time, and announced his withdrawal from the court.

Wen Ying was left alone, and when asked, he answered frankly: "I want to go out to practice more. I have been fighting outside the Great Wall for the past few years, and I am used to it. Since no one wants to go, I will go." Yes, what Uncle Wu Huang can do, so can my son."

The emperor looked at him deeply, as if evaluating something, Wen Ying lowered his eyes, with a calm expression, always calm and calm.

After a long silence, the emperor let out a long sigh: "Forget it, if you want to go, then go, it's good to practice and practice."

He saw the son's ambition, but he was happy to see it come true.

As long as he doesn't threaten his throne, if Wen Ying really has that ability, he is more than happy to change the prince.

With the emperor's approval, Wen Ying brought up another matter with him, saying that he wanted to go back to Jizhou to pay homage to his adoptive father before going to the northwest to take up his post.

"Go tomorrow?"

"Yes, I hope the emperor will allow it."

The emperor felt a bit stuck in his throat when he heard the words, but his own son wanted to pay homage to a villager in the mountains, it was really...

After Ling Qiyan's "violent death", under the arrangement of the Empress Dowager, the Yun family was also sent to a nunnery on the outskirts of Beijing to practice absolution, but Nawen Orion was innocent.

In order to round up Wenying's life experience, it was said that he was raised by a squire named Wen in Guangxian County, Jizhou. He was grateful for his contribution to raising the prince, and the emperor gave him a posthumous Marquis. Son, it's nothing more than a nice name.

Therefore, even if the queen mother asked someone to return Ling Qiyan's household registration to the name of Nawen Orion, Ling Qiyan was still a commoner.

No matter what the emperor thought in his heart, Wen Ying said that he wanted to worship his adoptive father, but he couldn't object because of emotion and reason, and he had to pretend to be generous: "It should be like this, you go."

"Thank you, Father." Wen Ying thanked him kindly.

After coming out of Xingqing Palace, he went to Prince Jing's mansion again, and it was Prince Jing who specially sent someone to ask him to go.

In Prince Jing's study, the uncle and nephew did not beat around the bush, and Prince Jing asked Wen Ying straight to the point if he wanted to fight for the crown prince.

Wen Ying answered him calmly: "I just want to get back what should belong to me."

Prince Jing was full of words of persuasion, but he couldn't say it immediately.

According to the rules set by the ancestors of the Dacheng Dynasty, Wen Ying's eldest son is all occupied, and he is clearly the most promising and capable one among all the children of his imperial brother. The position should indeed be his.

When he saw Wen Ying for the first time in the border town that day, he knew that this son was not something in the pool, and his future future must be limited. It is not surprising that Wen Ying has such ambitions.

Prince Jing sighed inwardly: "What are your plans? This is not an easy matter."

"Xu Xu Tuzhi, I, the prince who came back halfway, is in an embarrassing position in the court. It's better to avoid it. I need more military achievements." Wen Ying said bluntly.

Although he once shot and killed King Khan of the Assassins on the battlefield, he was only a low-level military attache in the army at that time. Now his status is different from the past. He needs to convince and loyal to more people. Establishing prestige and accumulating chips, this is his only chance to win against Ling Qiyu.

"Although the northwest side is not peaceful, the imperial court and Barrington have just ceased fighting, and there should be no major wars in a short time. You..."

King Jing's words were ordinary, and when he saw Wen Ying's extremely calm and confident eyes, he knew in his heart that his nephew went to the northwest, and he might not be like him again, sticking to his feet and seeking stability.

That's fine, everyone has their own ambitions, Wen Ying may be able to do better than him.

"Forget it, since you think so, I won't persuade you any more...you and the crown prince are both my nephews, and I won't favor either of you. You have to be careful yourself. This is not an easy thing. Now that you have decided to If you follow this path, you will have to bear the burden of life or death in the future."

Wen Ying thanked him, no matter what, King Jing had already helped him a lot, and he didn't intend to involve it.

Prince Jing stopped talking and patted him on the shoulder vigorously.

Coming out of Prince Jing's mansion, Wen Ying was not in a hurry to go back to the palace, it was rare that he had time to go out of the palace, so he went to Lin Siye's house.

Coincidentally, Lin Siye was resting at home today, and when he heard the news, he immediately brought his whole family out to welcome him.

Seeing Wen Ying, Lin Siye wanted to salute, but was supported by Wen Ying: "Come here uninvited, I'm bothering the teacher."

Lin Siye was so excited that he could not speak, and welcomed him into the door.

Wen Ying came to repay the money today, and Lin Siye said that he would repay him twice as much, and he really paid him back twice.

Lin Siye did not refuse, holding the 400 taels of silver note with emotion, at that time he was afraid that Wen Ying would be embarrassed to accept it, so he said to lend it to him, never thought that he would remember until today, three years, this student's Her status has been turned upside down, such an encounter is not something that ordinary people can encounter.

Even so, he didn't forget himself, and even condescended to come to the door in person.

Wen Ying didn't stay long, talked about the old days, drank half a cup of tea and got up to leave. Now that he has a different status, it is not good to get too close to these foreign ministers.

When returning to the palace, he passed by the former Prince Yu's Mansion. Now this place has been completely deserted and depressed, and the door plaque has been removed.

Wen Ying asked someone to stop the car, opened the car window, looked at it silently for a moment, and asked casually, "Where are the servants who served in Prince Yu's mansion?"

"If you go back to Your Highness," the eunuch accompanying the car explained to him, "The Prince Yu's mansion is gone, and those people will naturally disperse. The maids who followed His Highness Yu Wang out of the palace in the past will arrange another place to go, and buy them later. Those who entered the palace will be given a reward of silver."

Wen Ying didn't say any more, and ordered quietly: "Let's go."

Ningshou Palace.

Ling Qiyan was talking to the Empress Dowager in the main hall, and he was about to leave Beijing in half a month. The Empress Dowager had ordered people to help him pack his things one after another in the past few days, and she was worried that he would forget this and miss that, so she always called for people to come Confirmed, and Ling Qiyan even mentioned this matter every day, and often started wiping tears while talking.

She still couldn't bear to part with this grandson, and after Ling Qiyan left, she didn't know if she would have a chance to meet again in this life.

Ling Qiyan comforted her: "Grandma misses me, so she came to Jiangnan to see me. It's a quick trip by water, and grandma hasn't been back for many years, so it's good to go and see me."

"Okay, okay." The queen mother choked up and nodded.

The grandfather and grandson had a conversation, and Wen Ying came over to say hello.

Hearing the rumors, the Empress Dowager wiped her tears with a handkerchief, Ling Qiyan was about to leave, but thought that she would have to meet that guy face to face when she quit now, it was too deliberate, so she just sat down calmly.

Wen Ying came in, invited Ann first, and said a few words to the Queen Mother, mentioning that he was going to go to Guang County, Jizhou to pay homage to his adoptive father tomorrow, and he had already obtained the emperor's approval. It should be, it is time to go back, remember to bring more things, and settle down the Wen family, and your teacher, they should also remember to visit."

Wen Ying responded one by one.

Then he asked the Queen Mother: "Grandmother, can you let King Yu go with me?"

The queen mother was taken aback for a moment, and then she remembered that Ling Qiyan, the biological son of the Wen family, should go. Without waiting for her to say, Ling Qiyan nodded first: "I will go."

He glanced at Wen Ying, although he vaguely felt that this guy did it on purpose, and he was afraid that there would be trouble if he went on the road with him, but he really wanted to visit Xiayao Village.

The queen mother was a little worried about letting the two of them go together, and she couldn't say anything else. After much deliberation, she agreed and told Ling Qiyan: "Go early and return early, and after you come back, take a rest for a few days, and then I will ask someone to take you to Jiangnan."

Ling Qiyan obediently responded, "Okay."

Accompanying the queen mother for dinner, the two of them quit the main hall together at night, Ling Qiyan didn't want to fight Wen Ying even when he greeted him, so he turned around and left, but Wen Ying grabbed his wrist and grabbed her back.

"What are you doing?" Ling Qiyan frowned impatiently.

All the servants looked at their noses and their hearts, pretending not to see it.

Ling Qiyan was about to scold someone, when Wen Ying first asked him: "Want to drink? The good wine brought back from Mobei cannot be drunk in Beijing."

"……want."

As soon as he heard that there was wine, Ling Qiyan became greedy, especially the strong wine from beyond the Great Wall. He tasted it once in the past, and he never forgot it. When he went to Jiangnan in the future, he might not have the chance to drink it again.

Wen Ying let go, Ling Qiyan rubbed his wrist, muttered a few curses in a low voice, and asked Wen Ying to go to the side hall with him.

Anyway, on the Queen Mother's territory, no matter how presumptuous this person is, he would not dare to do anything to him.

Wen Ying had ordered someone to bring the wine from Yong'an Palace, they sat on the couch, and then asked someone to bring some appetizers. They were not full when they accompanied the Queen Mother in the main hall.

Smelling the rich aroma of the alcohol in the cup, Ling Qiyan showed an intoxicated expression on his face: "It's the smell, what was the name of the little prince of the Tribes back then?... Well, I forgot, anyway, it's just him. The wine I sent also has the same taste, and I have been obsessed with this wine for several years, but it is a pity that I will never have the chance to drink it after the three-year battle of the Assassins."

Ling Qiyan finished nagging, raised his head, drank the wine in the glass, put down the glass at last, and licked his lips again, as if enjoying it very much.

Wen Ying looked at his very bright face under the light without making a sound, and his eyes fell on his red lips full of wine stains. After a pause, he also poured a glass of wine into his mouth, and his Adam's apple slid up and down.

Fill another cup for Ling Qiyan, Ling Qiyan happily picked up the cup and continued to pour it into his mouth.

An hour later, Ling Qiyan lay on Wen Ying's lap, holding the spittoon and spitting out half of the wine he drank, belching non-stop, and complaining non-stop with his eyes dimmed: "Poor scholar, why can't you Are you drunk? Don’t you feel like you’ve drank so much?”

Wen Ying rubbed his stomach silently.

After years of experience in the army, this little wine is nothing to him at all, but this kind of strong wine is not something that Ling Qiyan, who is so pampered, can bear.

After Ling Qiyan vomited, she still lay her pillow on Wen Ying's body, rubbing her face against his lower abdomen, unwilling to move.

"...This wine is quite delicious. I ruined it with such a good drink. Do you still have it? Can you give me two jars when I go to Jiangnan, and I will take it away and drink it slowly."

Ling Qiyan squinted his eyes and finished speaking. After waiting for a long time before Wen Ying answered, he closed his eyes and hummed softly: "I don't want to give it up. I'm stingy. I remembered that the little prince of the Tribes seemed to have said that he There is a merchant friend whose ancestral home is in the south of the Yangtze River. I don’t know if I can find that person to buy this wine for me when I go to the south of the Yangtze River. The little prince even said that he will give it to me in the future, but unfortunately there is no chance.”

Wen Ying's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head to cover his noisy mouth.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Ling Qiyan was caught off guard, and subconsciously turned his head to dodge desperately, raised his hand and slapped Wen Ying's face.

This time he was hit by him, but he really couldn't use much strength, it was no different from a cat's paw scratching someone, and soon Wen Ying grabbed his hand and couldn't move.

Ling Qiyan was so angry that he stretched out his foot and kicked him. Wen Ying turned over and pressed him down, imprisoning his limbs, pressing him and kissing him continuously, without tenderness.

After being kissed hard by Wen Ying, he couldn't let go until he was out of breath, Ling Qiyan woke up most of the wine, raised his hand and wiped his mouth vigorously, staring at him with red eyes: "Why are you kissing me again! You turned into a dog?!"

Although he was in an attitude of baring his teeth and claws, he really didn't have much momentum, especially when he was lying under Wen Ying with disheveled temple hair and disheveled clothes.

Wen Ying stared at him intently, and after a while, lowered his head and bit his lips again.

Ling Qiyan struggled to push back with punches and kicks, but there was a huge difference in strength. No matter how hard he beat, Wen Ying only kissed him more and more deeply, and pulled off his belt with one hand, and then tore off his outer shirt. Knead the most sensitive area on the side of his waist.

Ling Qiyan was incapable of resisting, his body was completely softened by rubbing, and he started to cry involuntarily, regretting extremely, he shouldn't have lured wolves into the house just because of a sip of wine.

When he was let go again, Ling Qiyan didn't even have the strength to curse, wiped off the water on his face, and said weakly: "...Are you satisfied? Get lost."

Wen Ying pinched his chin and forced him to look at him. Ling Qiyan closed his eyes and refused to talk to him again.

His lips were full of small bite wounds, Wen Ying's eyes were slightly glazed over, he pressed the belly of his thumb up and rubbed it lightly.

"Go to bathe, go to bed early, I will pick you up tomorrow."

Whispering softly in Ling Qiyan's ear, Wen Ying's voice seemed to have regained his composure, without the heavy panting that he could not restrain himself when he pressed Ling Qiyan just now.

Ling Qiyan still refused to talk to him.

Wen Ying stopped talking, hugged him quietly, stared at the last crackling wick on the candlestick, the color of his eyes changed, and Ling Qiyan, who closed his eyes, didn't notice anything.

Half a day later, Wen Ying let go of the man in his arms, called someone in to wait on him, got up and left.

When the footsteps faded away, Ling Qiyan opened his eyes, raised his hand and slapped himself.

……idiot.