Wen Xiangyanyu

Wen Ying asked someone to bring dinner, and beckoned to Ling, saying: "You don't need much at noon, fill your stomach first."

Ling Qiyan laughed ho-ho, and his eyes turned redder: "What are you trying to do by robbing me like this?"

"Follow me to the northwest," Wen Ying's voice sank, "I'll give you whatever you want, as long as you follow me to the northwest."

"Go to the northwest?" Ling Qiyan repeated these three words in a daze.

"I went to the northwest, and you will give me whatever I want?"

Wen Ying nodded: "Yes."

"...Then I want you to die, why don't you die?!"

Ling Qiyan suddenly raised his voice, furious: "Why do you want me to go to the northwest with you, and I must go?! If I refuse to go, you force me to go?! The crazy one is you and not me!"

Ling Qiyan yelled and yelled, and spit out sharp words one after another. Wen Ying looked at him silently, no matter what he said, he remained indifferent and let him scold.

Ling Qiyan picked up the tea bowl in his hand and slammed it at him hard. He didn't dodge or dodge, pouring hot tea all over his body, but his expression remained motionless.

"You lunatic! You are a lunatic! A vicious lunatic just like your mother and brother!"

After Ling Qiyan had scolded enough, Wen Ying walked forward slowly, raised his hand to pinch his chin, and lifted it forcefully, forcing him to look directly at him, reminding him in a cold voice: "If I hadn't saved you today, what do you think?" How can you lose your temper here in such a domineering manner? The queen bribed those bandits to kill you, and the crown prince wanted to take you away, so that you could truly be a 'dead man' from now on. Do you think that you fell into the hands of the crown prince? , what will happen?"

Ling Qiyan spat at him: "What's the difference between falling into your hands and falling into that dog's hands? You both hit that disgusting and dirty idea, how much better can you be than him?"

Wen Ying narrowed his eyes lightly: "Do you think there is no difference?"

"What's the difference?!"

Ling Qiyan was trembling with anger, he couldn't figure it out, why this lunatic was so obsessed with him, this person was obviously stunned, or maybe, this person was just like Ling Qiyu's dog in his bones, a Those with a sick mind want to seek stimulation from him, satisfy those dark thoughts, and want to torture him.

Wen Ying's fingers slowly stroked Ling Qiyan's cheek, staring at this face, silent.

He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand at all...

Ling Qiyan glared at him, his eyes boiling with anger.

After a while, Wen Ying closed his eyes, let go of his hands, and lowered his voice: "Stop making trouble, let's have dinner first."

Ah.

Naturally, Ling Qiyan wasn't making trouble with him, he only regretted that he hadn't seen through this person's true face earlier, it turned out that this lunatic meant that he couldn't escape, even if it was the Queen Mother, he didn't pay attention at all.

He shouldn't underestimate the enemy so easily that he fell into the hands of this madman so easily.

A table of meals was placed in front of Ling Qiyan, but he refused to move his chopsticks. Wen Ying looked at him silently for a moment, and ordered: "Bring them in."

Jiang Lin and several eunuchs who used to serve Ling Qiyan entered tremblingly. When they saw Ling Qiyan, they shed tears on the spot, knelt down on the ground, and cried out to him: "Your Highness——"

Seeing a few of them, Ling Qiyan couldn't help but frowned in surprise, and looked at Wen Ying with a colder look: "What do you mean?"

Wen Ying calmly ate his meal, and said slowly: "A few days ago, I asked them to come from the servant's office. Since they are the people you are used to, let them serve you in the future. You are the master and they are My servant, if you are hungry, cold, or uncomfortable, it is their negligence, and I will punish them."

"you--!"

Wen Ying raised his eyes, looking at Ling Qiyan with deep and dark eyes: "Be more obedient, you can save yourself from suffering, and these servants who follow you can also suffer less."

Ling Qiyan resisted the urge to lift the table, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "You might as well kill me, if you force me, I will never obey!"

Wen Ying looked at him deeply, didn't say anything, just lowered his head and continued to eat.

Jiang Lin and the others got up from the ground, wiped away their tears, and began to prepare vegetables for Ling's banquet.

Ling Qiyan still refused to eat, Jiang Lin begged him in a low voice: "Your Highness, you can use more or less, if you are hungry, the servants really can only apologize with death..."

Ling Qiyan endured his anger, took a deep breath, and picked up the chopsticks.

After dinner, Wen Ying called for hot tea, pushed all the servants out of the room, set up a chess board on the couch, and asked Ling Qiyan if he wanted to play chess.

Ling Qiyan ignored him.

Wen Ying rubbed the chess piece in his hand, and said slowly: "If you can win this game with me, I will let you go."

Ling Qiyan looked at him coldly, and Wen Ying looked back calmly.

After a moment of stalemate, Ling Qiyan sat on the couch, picked up a chess piece and put it on the board.

An hour later, Wen Ying picked up the chess pieces he had eaten, and looked up at Ling Qiyan: "You lost."

Ling Qiyan clenched her fists, lowered her eyes and remained silent, wondering what she was thinking.

In the past, he played chess with Wen Ying, winning and losing. This time, he tried his best to win, but Wen Ying was always able to handle it with ease.

He lost, utterly.

Wen Ying stretched out his hand, and the ball of his thumb brushed against his cheek, which was filled with moist water.

He frowned slightly: "Don't cry."

Ling Qiyan lowered his head, choked up silently, tears kept pouring out.

Wen Ying stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms. Ling Qiyan struggled subconsciously, unable to move, buried his head on Wen Ying's shoulder, and burst into tears.

Wen Ying pinched the back of his neck and whispered in his ear: "Why are you crying?"

Ling Qiyan didn't speak, just cried.

From the time his identity was exposed until now, he had never cried in front of the queen mother, nor in front of anyone, but this was the number of times he broke down and cried in Wen Ying's arms.

The tears he has shed in the past few months are probably more than the sum of his previous 20 years.

But he is wronged, uncomfortable, helpless and angry. He has avoided these people and wants to hide in Jiangnan, why can't he let him go?

Forced by Wen Ying to raise his head, Ling Qiyan's red eyes were still dripping with water, his beautiful peach eyes completely lost the vitality of the past, and became extremely dull after being covered with water mist.

He didn't want to look at Wen Ying, so he simply closed his eyes. Wen Ying's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head and grabbed his lips.

Grinding lips and tongue for a while, tasted the salty tears on Ling Qiyan's lips, Wen Ying frowned and let him go, raised his hand to help him wipe the tears off his face, the same sentence: "Don't cry."

The more he said that, the more Ling Qiyan cried.

Wen Ying embraced him, listening to his crying in his ears, his body tensed, and his arms gradually tightened: "...don't cry."

Being hugged to bed by Wen Ying, Ling Qiyan subconsciously struggled again, Wen Ying pressed him and did not let him move.

After taking off his outer shirt, shoes and socks for Ling Qiyan, Wen Ying called for hot water, wiped his face for him, and calmed down his voice: "Go to sleep, you have to go early tomorrow morning, I won't move you."

"...I'm not going to the northwest, I'm going to the south of the Yangtze River." Ling Qiyan choked up, insisting that he let him go.

Wen Ying didn't answer, and stroked his face lightly.

"Just let me beg you, can you let me go to Jiangnan?"

No way.

How could he let go of the person he finally got.

Without giving Ling Qiyan a chance to speak again, Wen Ying helped him pull down the bed curtain, blew out the lights, and stood silently beside the bed for a long time.

The sound of footsteps faded away, Ling Qiyan wept silently for a moment in the darkness, slowly regained his strength, wiped the tears from his face vigorously, sat up, and shouted: "Come on!"

It was indeed Jiang Lin who came in. He had been guarding outside before, and now there was no one else. Jiang Lin knelt down in front of Ling Qiyan with red eyes: "Your Highness, you have been wronged. This servant thinks, this servant thinks that you are serious. already……"

"Stop talking," Ling Qiyan interrupted him, "How many people are there?"

Jiang Lin didn't know what he wanted to do, so he choked for a moment, and replied cautiously: "In addition to Zheng Shoubei's troops, His Royal Highness Yi also brought five hundred soldiers, adding up to nearly 2000 people, all camped outside the post."

"How many people are guarding this station?"

"They are all the guards and personal servants of His Royal Highness, less than fifty."

Ling Qiyan's thoughts turned quickly. He had already stayed in this post station last night. He heard someone mention that the stables of this post station should be not far behind, and he could directly leave the post station from there. Everyone has rested, so he may not have no chance to escape.

Anyway, have to try it.

So he told Jiang Lin in a deep voice: "Go and help me get the servant's clothes, and move quickly."

Jiang Lin turned pale with shock: "What do you want to do, Your Highness?"

Ling Qiyan said impatiently: "Don't leave, Your Highness, King Yu is dead. If you still recognize me as your former master, then don't make such a fuss. Just do it quickly, and treat it as helping me this last time." .”

"Can……"

"There's nothing wrong with it," Ling Qiyan said coldly, "Or are you following King Yi now, so you don't intend to listen to me anymore?"

"Of course not!" Jiang Lin hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and took the order to leave.

Ling Qiyan immediately got up and began to pack his bags, only picking the most important things. Unfortunately, the precious things given by the Queen Mother and the others cannot be taken away, but as long as they can go to Jiangnan smoothly, they can get the ones that the Queen Mother asked her natal family to buy for him. With the land deed and house deed, he will not starve to death.

Ling Qiyan made up his mind, and Jiang Lin quickly found clothes for him. He quickly changed the clothes, put the stack of large bank notes into his arms, and put some light and valuable treasures on his back.

Jiang Lin asked him hesitantly: "Your Highness, do you want to leave like this? Can you leave this way? Why don't servants accompany you..."

"Don't call your Highness anymore," Ling Qiyan frowned and interrupted him, "You don't need to follow me, you stay by the King's side, you will have a bright future in the future, I am nothing now, and I can't use you That kind of people."

"Go out now, tell the people outside that I want to take a bath, let them prepare things, and lure those people away."

Jiang Lin wiped his face, had no choice but to agree, and went out again.

After listening attentively to the commotion outside for a while, after waiting for the people to leave most of the time, Ling Qiyan went to the window behind him, turned through the window, and quickly ran to the stables in the backyard under the cover of night.

He ran to the stable in a hurry, and before he had time to catch his breath, he quickly picked out a strong-looking horse, turned over neatly, flicked the whip, and galloped out.

Fortunately, he walked back and forth during the day, and he still remembered the road. As long as he passed this section of the mountain road and reached the next ferry, he would take the water route and head south as fast as possible, as long as...

The torches lit up one after another on the mountain road, Ling Qiyan's pupils shrank fiercely, and he tightened the reins suddenly to stop, wanting to turn back and go another way, the sound of horseshoes gradually sounded on the road behind, gradually approaching.

Wen Ying stood expressionlessly on the tall steed, half a mile away from him, staring at each other in silence, their faces illuminated by the firelight at the same time.

Ling Qiyan gritted his teeth and stared at him, Wen Ying said hoarsely, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the south of the Yangtze River, let me go," Ling Qiyan endured the overwhelming anger in his heart, and asked him in a suppressed voice, "I don't want to go to the northwest with you. You insist on forcing me to go. What's the point?"

Wen Ying's eyes dimmed little by little in the firelight, and the words he said were still without waves: "Come back, it's late at night, don't make trouble."

"I didn't quarrel with you! I said I was going to Jiangnan, and you told these people to get out of here! Don't you understand people's language?!"

Wen Ying looked at him silently, kicked the horse's belly suddenly, rushed forward with his horse, and stretched out his hand to fish it out. Ling Qiyan was caught off guard and was embraced by him. to another horse.

Ling Qiyan regained consciousness from the fright, and was seated in front of him by Wen Ying. The horse under him galloped back. He could only hear the sound of the wind, surrounded by the deliberately suppressed heavy breathing of the person behind him.

Returning to the post station again and being thrown onto the bed, Ling Qiyan subconsciously shrank into the bed, glaring at Wen Ying with red eyes.

Jiang Lin knelt on the ground, pleading guilty tremblingly. Wen Ying stared at Ling Qiyan and said indifferently: "Go down by yourself and get twenty boards."

Jiang Lin kowtowed vigorously and retreated.

Ling Qiyan turned away fiercely, Wen Ying reached out to pinch his chin, and asked hoarsely, "Why are you disobedient?"

Ling Qiyan bit his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth, ruthlessly, as if he wanted to bite off Wen Ying's fingers.

Wen Ying let him bite, his expression didn't move at all, he didn't even frown, he just kept looking at him nicely.

Ling Qiyan tasted the bloody taste in his mouth, and finally let go, Wen Ying's bitten finger was covered with blood and flesh.

"...What exactly do you want?"

Seeing that Wen Ying was still indifferent, as if nothing he could do could change his mind, Ling Qiyan closed his eyes dejectedly, and after tossing around for most of the night, he was really tired.

"Do you really think you can escape?" Wen Ying's voice was low, trying to suppress his emotions, "Actually, you can't even get out of this inn. Where do you think you can go?"

Ling Qiyan was dumbfounded, he knew it, he was just being lucky, Wen Ying was afraid that someone would be watching him all the time, how could he escape.

Let him go on purpose, and then catch him again, just to make him give up completely.

After a long silence, Ling Qiyan asked in a muffled voice, "So? I don't want to go with you, and you insist on arresting me. What's the point?"

Wen Ying fixedly looked at him: "Why don't you want to go to the northwest?"

Ling Qiyan was very powerless: "Why do I want to go? I don't want to go to the prosperous Jiangnan, but go to the northwest. My brain is not bad."

"Just because of this?"

Of course, it's not just because of this, but Ling Qiyan really doesn't want to say that Wen Ying worked so hard for him, because he refused to marry a wife, and now he is so recklessly trying to hijack him. Such paranoia made him instinctively afraid, he was afraid If he can't repay what he wants, this madman will become more and more crazy in the future, until he completely loses his mind and takes revenge on him.

These, he and the lunatic in front of him, couldn't make any sense at all.

Ling Qiyan fell into the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover her face, as if she had completely given up on herself: "Go out, I don't want to see you now."

Wen Ying didn't make another sound, and after a while, he helped him turn off the lights in the house again. In the dark, he finally reminded him softly: "Go to sleep, don't worry about it, we will head west tomorrow morning."