Wen Xiangyanyu

There was only the last piece of wick left on the candlestick, and after a crackling sound, the candle flame swayed for a moment before being completely extinguished.

Ling Qiyan lay in Wen Ying's arms, from refusal, crying to obedience, and finally his voice became hoarse, and he couldn't open his eyes in a daze.

Sensing that the calf was being pinched by Wen Ying, thinking that he would not let him go, Ling Qiyan subconsciously shivered and dodged, trying to pull his leg away, but Wen Ying's hoarse voice rang in his ears: "Don't move."

Something was tied to his ankle, Ling Qiyan sobbed softly, no sound could be squeezed out of his throat.

Wen Ying's lips pressed against his cheek, kissed the water off his face and the sweat on his forehead, hugged him quietly for a moment, got up and asked someone to come in.

The lights in the room were turned on again, and Jiang Lin brought a few people to bring hot water, and quickly cleaned up the mess on the bed, keeping his head down all the time, trembling, not daring to take a second look.

When they were still in Prince Yu's Mansion, they already knew what kind of temperament Wen Ying was. Now that this man has become a high-ranking prince, he made them walk on thin ice and dare not be presumptuous at all.

After taking another shower and being carried back into the clean mattress, Ling Qiyan finally regained his strength, and by the light of the fire outside the bed curtain, he could clearly see what Wen Ying tied to his right ankle, which was red. The white jade worn by the rope.

Wen Ying pinched the soles of his feet, silently staring at his ankles.

Ling Qiyan grew up pampered and looked like his stunningly beautiful mother. There was no blemish on her body, her skin was white and smooth, and even the ankles were thin and well-proportioned, with smooth and beautiful lines. The rope added an indescribably voluptuous look, which made people unable to take their eyes off.

"I don't want to wear this, I'm not a woman."

Ling Qiyan complained in a hoarse voice, and reached out to grab her, but was held down by Wen Ying.

Wen Ying raised his eyes, the dark eyes were reflected by the faint fire, and a voice came out of his mouth vaguely: "Wear it, it looks good."

Stared at by him with such eyes, Ling Qiyan seemed to feel that he was occupied by him again from the inside out, and felt uncomfortable all over.

He pulled up the quilt, turned over, and didn't want to talk to anyone anymore.

Wen Ying lay down beside him, with one hand behind his head, silently looking at the beam on top of the bed.

Ling Qiyan closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep but couldn't. He slept for too long during the day and he really didn't feel sleepy right now.

There was no voice from that person for a long time, which made him feel even more anxious.

After a while, Ling Qiyan turned over hesitantly.

Wen Ying was still lying on his back without moving, with his eyelashes closed, wondering if he had fallen asleep.

Ling Qiyan couldn't help feeling a little strange in his heart, looked at him quietly for a moment, stretched out his fingers, and poked him lightly on the face.

Realizing that he had done something stupid again, Ling Qiyan quickly retracted his paws like touching a hot potato, Wen Ying slowly turned his face, he closed his eyes suddenly, trying to pretend that he was asleep.

Wen Ying looked at him sideways, Ling Qiyan's small face was tightly wrinkled, his eyelashes were still trembling slightly, and he couldn't even pretend to be asleep.

"Can't sleep?"

Wen Ying's voice was low and rare, and Ling Qiyan's tense mind suddenly collapsed. He opened his eyes, pulled up the quilt and shrunk down a little, only showing two eyes to look at Wen Ying: "You...why don't you sleep?"

"Ah."

... um, what do you mean?

"It will take two days to get out of Jizhou, and it will take half a month to reach the northwest border town. If you feel uncomfortable traveling like this, I will ask someone to slow down the speed. It's not in a hurry anyway."

Wen Ying spoke slowly, Ling Qiyan didn't know what to say for a moment, he hummed and said: "Then I am not holding you back, you shouldn't take me with you."

Seeing that his gaze became dangerous again, Ling Qiyan quickly shut up and stopped talking about it.

But he felt uncomfortable in his heart. He lowered his eyes and lowered his voice: "You still said that you don't want me to be a prostitute during the day, but you just bully me like this at night. I never forced you when you were in Prince Yu's Mansion before."

Ling Qiyan thought, he is really a good person. At that time, Wen Ying was unwilling to serve him, and he kept him all the time, treating him well in every possible way. What happened now?

"His Royal Highness King Yu used to treat me as a prostitute?" Wen Ying asked him suddenly.

Ling Qiyan was momentarily at a loss for words.

How many people would allow themselves to be spoiled like him?This bastard is obviously cheap and good-looking.

In the past, when their identities were not changed, he could enjoy it as much as he could, because it was also a reward he gave this person, but now, he is already weak, and he still has to do these things, as if he has truly become the servant of Israel .

The more Ling Qiyan thought about it, the more sad he became, the expression on his face changed again and again, Wen Ying looked at him silently.

"...Even if I used to treat you as a pet, you didn't suffer. How dare you say that."

Wen Ying stretched out his hand to pull him into his arms, and put a kiss between his eyebrows: "If you don't want to be a prostitute, then be a husband and wife with me."

Ling Qiyan closed her eyes subconsciously, completely speechless.

The last time he blurted out and asked this person if he wanted to be a husband and wife with him, Wen Ying acquiesced, and he scolded him out of his mind. This time, Wen Ying said this sentence in his ear like a dream, but he couldn't exported.

Although, he still felt that Wen Ying was out of his mind.

Two men, husband and wife?Wouldn't it be a big joke in the world?

This person still wants to fight for the throne, not to mention the Sangong and Sixth Courtyards, the emperor always wants a queen and prince, what kind of husband and wife can they be, to tease him?

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan felt extremely uncomfortable, and felt an inexplicable sense of grievance.

What's so great about Sangong Sixth Courtyard, he can have his own puppy, so he doesn't want to be a husband and wife with this person.

Pushing away Wen Ying, who was still holding her tenderly, Ling Qiyan turned over, tucked his head into the quilt, ignored him, forced himself to get rid of those absurd thoughts in his mind, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The breathing in the ears gradually stabilized, and Wen Ying lightly closed his eyes.

With a calm mind, he carefully took the person into his arms.

Early in the morning.

When Ling Qiyan woke up, it was almost the end of the hour, and the bed beside him was already empty. He opened his eyes, stared blankly for a moment, sat up, and fell back into the bed because of the pain.

Jiang Lin brought someone in to help him wash and change his clothes. Ling Qiyan limply leaned against the edge of the bed, raised his right foot and looked at the jade-studded red rope tied around his ankle for a moment, with the corner of his mouth curled slightly.

Wearing this on your feet, it's as if someone has marked it, it's so annoying.

Wen Ying came in and saw this scene.

Ling Qiyan regained his focus, yawned lazily, and asked, "It's already this hour, why don't you start your journey?"

Wen Ying said casually, "Leave after breakfast."

A little eunuch knelt in front of Ling Qiyan and was about to help him put on his socks when Wen Ying motioned for him, "Stand back."

The eunuch hurriedly stepped aside, Wen Ying lifted the hem of his clothes, squatted down, grabbed Ling Qiyan's feet, and took the socks from the eunuch.

Ling Qiyan's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to pull away subconsciously, but Wen Ying pinched the soles of his feet, and he couldn't break free. The soles of his feet were gently kneaded by his hands, and Ling Qiyan felt that half of his body was soft. This is what he can't stand the most, but this bastard knows where his deathbed is.

"Stop rubbing..."

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at him, pinched his ankle again, and gently plucked the red rope: "Don't take this one off."

Ling Qiyan touched his thigh with his toes unhappily: "Why don't you pick it off if you don't want to pick it off?"

The man's thigh muscles were as hard as a rock, and Ling Qiyan couldn't move it, so he stomped on his feet hard.

Wen Ying's gaze sank, and he grabbed his messy soles again, rubbing them until he couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to give in, and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Don't do it, I just don't pick it off."

... Forget it, Ling Qiyan thought angrily, everything was tied to his feet, and if he picked it up again, he would only make this lunatic angry, so it's better not to ask for trouble.

Wen Ying finally let him go and helped him put on his shoes and socks.

Ling Qiyan stood up and stretched. The servants had already opened the door and window. He saw Wen Qing who was practicing boxing in the yard outside the window, so he couldn't help but take another look.

This kid is only 16 years old, he was born with a tall head, a hulking back, and a strong body like a bull. No wonder his name is Daniel. Ling Qiyan looked at him, and then looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but feel a little suffocated. After all, they are cousins Why, he doesn't look like him at all, his looks and body are exactly like his mother who is weak and dodder-like, but fortunately he is not short, so he should be like his father.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Ying asked in a deep voice behind him.

Ling Qiyan raised his eyes, and then looked at Wen Ying, who was half a head taller than him in the glasses, with a strong and straight figure, and felt that he might not be able to beat him in this life, and became more and more depressed.

Wen Ying reminded him: "Go and have breakfast."

Sitting down at the table sullenly, Ling Qiyan picked up the chopsticks and lamented in his heart that he couldn't even defeat Wen Ying, let alone he brought two thousand soldiers and horses.

At this moment, he finally completely gave up his plan to escape halfway.

Wen Ying asked someone to call in Wen Qing who was still practicing boxing outside, and had breakfast with them.

Wen Qing didn't dare to sit down, Wen Ying said: "There are no outsiders here, sit down."

He thinks highly of this younger brother, and has been taking him with him since he was on the road, and personally taught him how to do things. Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Daniu's foolish appearance and thought silently. Fortunately, Wen Ying was not raised by the Wen family. This stupid...

He couldn't imagine Wen Ying with a silly smile on his face, which seemed a hundred times more terrifying than his current coffin face.

Speaking of which, from three years ago to now, he has never really seen Wen Ying smile even once. After this person's identity changed, he became more gloomy and frightening, let alone laughing.

Facing Ling Qiyan's slightly weird gaze looking at him, Wen Ying looked back calmly, Ling Qiyan smiled embarrassingly, and turned his eyes away.

He still didn't want to force him to laugh for himself as before, the tiger plucked the hair on his face, and he was the one who was unlucky.

After breakfast, Wen Qing went outside, Wen Ying asked someone to pack up and prepare to leave.

Ling Qiyan sat on the couch drinking tea absent-mindedly. Someone came in to report something to Wen Ying. Ling Qiyan took a look and saw that he was dressed as Wen Ying's personal guard, but he hadn't seen him around him for the past two days.

Seeing Ling Qiyan, the man hesitated whether to speak, Wen Yingdan said: "Say it directly."

"Reporting to Your Highness, after nightfall yesterday, my subordinates have followed your instructions, fed medicine to make those people unconscious, tied them with boulders, and sank them into the canal. Afterwards, they rushed all the way here at full speed, and no one saw them."

Wen Ying nodded: "Go down and receive the reward, this matter will rot in your stomach from now on, don't mention it again."

"Yes!"

When the people retreated, Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying suspiciously: "... Who did you kill again?"

"Shen Xingyao, and his followers."

Ling Qiyan almost spit out the tea in his mouth: "Those are all descendants of high-ranking families, why did you sink them so simply and neatly?"

"Otherwise?" Wen Ying asked calmly.

Ling Qiyan was dumbfounded.

If this lunatic was given a chance, he probably planned to do it three years ago. At that time, he only killed one Liu Qingxi, and now he finally found a chance to take revenge on the others. He had remembered this revenge for three years and never had it. More than half of the heart is soft-hearted, this person is born like this, and he will try his best to do what he believes in.

Ling Qiyan was heartbroken. He had occupied this man's glory and wealth for 20 years. He didn't sink into such a big enmity. He could still eat and drink here. Maybe he should thank Yun for giving him this beautiful piece of paper. flowery face...

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered? If the matter is revealed, the emperor will give you an explanation no matter how much he favors you?"

"Why did it get exposed? I am no longer in Beijing, and their bodies sink into the canal. I'm afraid they won't be able to float up for three to five years. How can they be exposed?" Wen Ying didn't care. If he dared to do it, he would definitely not To be discovered.

Ling Qiyan thinks about it too, since this person has said so, presumably everything has been arranged properly, and there will be no excuses left, so why should he worry about it...

"Are you worried about me?"

Wen Ying looked at him, and suddenly said something.

Ling Qiyan said casually: "I am a grasshopper on the same rope with you now, and you are my backer. If something happens to you, I will not have a good life."

After finishing speaking, it was obvious that Wen Ying's complexion was gloomy, Ling Qiyan's face was inexplicable, why did he lose his temper when he was well behaved, and he was right?

At four o'clock in the morning, they set off on the road and continued westward.

Sitting in the car, Wen Ying was holding a book in his hand and was concentrating on reading it. Ling Qiyan was bored and reached out to grab it: "Don't read it, you don't have to take the merit test now, what are you still reading?"

After snatching it, he flipped through it at will. It was the Art of War, full of profound and confusing things: "What's the point of looking at this, is it boring for you?"

Wen Ying looked at him expressionlessly: "Return the book to me."

Ling Qiyan really couldn't stand his dull face, and decided to pluck the tiger's fur after thinking about it.

He bullied him, raised his hands, pinched Wen Ying's face, lifted it up, and muttered: "Can't you be happy and smile? It's been so many years, and you won't show it even if you're a prince." Smile for people to see."

Wen Ying frowned: "Let go."

"I won't let you go. I won't let you go until you laugh. I don't believe it. There are people in this world who never laugh."

Wen Ying's voice cooled down, and said again: "Let go."

"I do not."

Ling Qiyan didn't even realize that he was too close, almost lying on Wen Ying's body, and his breath was on Wen Ying's face when he spoke.

During the stalemate, the car suddenly bumped violently. Ling Qiyan was caught off guard and fell directly into Wen Ying's arms.

The people outside the car hurriedly apologized, saying that they had just waded through a section of low-lying road, Wen Ying let out a casual "hmm", staring at Ling Qiyan who was scrambling in his arms and struggling to get up.

Ling Qiyan just stood up, and the next moment, Wen Ying hugged her and turned over and pushed her down.

Wen Ying's hand was attached to his sensitive waist through the cloth, Ling Qiyan was startled, shrank his body, and swallowed subconsciously: "You, what are you doing?"

Wen Ying looked at him coldly: "You say you don't want to, but you throw yourself into your arms over and over again. Does His Royal Highness King Yu know what this is called?"

"I didn't." Ling Qiyan was ashamed and annoyed, he really just wanted to see this man smile, and didn't want to throw himself into his arms!

Staring at him for a moment, Wen Ying lowered his head, pressed his slightly dry lips against his soft cheeks, and stroked them slowly.

Ling Qiyan's heart jumped suddenly, his stiff body tensed, and when Wen Ying's hand on his waist became more and more rubbed, he kicked it violently.

Wen Ying quickly avoided, held him tightly, and pulled off his belt forcefully.

Ling Qiyan's eyes were red, and he glared at him angrily: "You are crazy! This is still in the car under the blue sky..."

Wen Ying's hand had already slipped in along his shirt, and he whispered in his ear, "You, yourself, found it."

"you--!"

The falling kiss covered his lips, blocking all those cursing words.

The car was driving on the rugged mountain road, with constant bumps.

Ling Qiyan gritted his teeth tightly, not daring to call out, not daring to let people outside hear him, being tortured by this person on the verge of going crazy.

When he couldn't bear it the most, he bit Wen Ying's shoulder hard, whimpering and swallowing back the sounds that were about to come out of his mouth.

Wen Ying stopped, looked down at the person below him with a good look, hot sweat from his forehead fell onto his tightly closed eyes, Ling Qiyan's eyelashes trembled subconsciously, and slowly opened.

Wen Ying's dark eyes were full of strong lust and emotions he couldn't understand, and they just ran into his eyes unavoidably.

"Don't look at me..." Ling Qiyan spit out in a daze, not daring to look Wen Ying in the eyes.

Wen Ying raised his hand, pinched the back of his neck lightly, and grabbed his lips again.