Wen Xiangyanyu

At the end of February, Liangcheng in the northwest.

At this time of year, the largest border city in the northwest was still in the midst of the chilly spring. King Yan's car drove twenty miles outside the city, and the generals of the army had been waiting here for a long time.

Wen Ying got out of the car and spared everyone's salute.

The wind and frost hit the face, and the eldest son of the young prince and emperor stood proudly in the wind and snow, his aura was more severe than the frost in February.

Wen Ying said a few words in a low voice, raised his jaw, and motioned to move on.

Sitting back in the car again, Ling Qiyan was hugging the stove in his hands, huddled in the thick woolen mattress, and when he heard the movement, he only showed a pair of eyes to look at him, and muttered: "It's over so soon? Why not much?" Give those people a blow?"

Wen Ying sat next to him, reached under the wool mattress, and pinched his waist. Ling Qiyan flinched subconsciously, and bared his teeth: "You are not allowed to touch me again. There are people outside. You are shameless and I will pay you back." face..."

His voice became lower and lower, until he was really ashamed to continue.

During this journey, they had done it in the car countless times, and Ling Qiyan always felt that the followers outside knew all about them.

Forget it, if these frontier generals also heard about it, he would be ashamed.

Wen Ying glanced at him lightly, said nothing, and withdrew his hand.

Ling Qiyan heaved a sigh of relief, curled up his body, and moved towards Wen Ying's body bit by bit like a silkworm chrysalis, laying his pillow on his lap, yawned, and complained in his mouth: "Why is this place colder than the capital? It's almost March, and it's still snowing, so I shouldn't have come here with you..."

Wen Ying caressed his cheek: "Just enter the palace."

"Humph."

Half an hour later, when the car drove into the city, Ling Qiyan got up from Wen Ying's arms, opened half of the car window, and leaned over the window to look out.

Even if it is cold, there are many people on the street. The dress of the border residents here is very different from that of the people in Beijing. They can wear anything and are very casual. Fanbang people are not uncommon.

There are restaurants, teahouses and shops on both sides of the street, and there are constant shouts and hawkers. Although it is not prosperous, it is lively.

Ling Qiyan smacked his lips, thinking that although this place is incomparable with the capital, it seems that it is not as bad as imagined?

The car drove directly into the Prince Yi's Mansion. This mansion used to be a separate courtyard of Prince Jing's Mansion on this side of the city. Now that Wen Ying came, only the door plaque was changed, and the rules inside did not need to be changed. There are less than a hundred people, but fortunately there are still a lot of people in the palace, so no one is available.

After entering the main courtyard, Wen Ying got off the car in the front yard, while Ling Qiyan was driven to the backyard.

In the main hall of the palace, a group of lieutenant generals visited Wen Ying again.

Wen Ying's life experience, even people in the northwestern border town have heard of it, not to mention that he was brought back to Beijing from here by King Jing, but no one thought that he would come back here now to take over Prince Jing's position.

Wen Ying was sealed off as the General Army of the Northwest. He had three assistant generals, eight guard generals, 16 guerrilla generals, and a number of guards. Except for Zheng Mu who followed him from Beijing, the rest were In the past, Prince Jing had appointed generals, Wen Ying had fought outside the Great Wall a few years ago, and served under the command of Lin Su, Duke Jing's son, and he didn't know these people well.

But before coming here, Prince Jing had already mentioned to him the people and things here in detail, and he was generally aware of the family history and temperament of these people.

These generals are stationed at various cities and gates along the border. This time Wen Ying is the new official, and all the generals above the guerrilla level have come to Liangcheng to meet Shangfeng, and they will go back in the next two days.

Wen Ying said a few words to them on the scene, and said that there would be a banquet at the palace tonight, which made them retreat first.

After sending people away, they sent a greeting card, saying that the magistrate here had asked someone to send it, and wanted to come to the palace to see him.

Wen Ying glanced casually, not sure.

He is here to lead the army, not just here, so there is no need to deal with these local officials, let alone cause gossip.

In the backyard, Ling Qiyan was walking around with his hands behind his back, looking around, the more he looked at him, the more disgusted he became.

The main courtyard of this Wangfu is the courtyard of the five entrances, the front yard is the main hall, the second entrance yard is used as Wen Ying's study, the third and fourth entrance yards are the living quarters, and the servants who serve them live in In the back room.

In addition, there are east and west courtyards and a back garden. Although they are barely regulated by the palace, but in the upper capital, in terms of style, I am afraid they are not as good as those ordinary rich and powerful families, and his huge and magnificent wife. Compared with the palace, it is even worse.

Jiang Lin ordered people to move his things in, all of which were treasures collected in his Prince Yu's mansion. Although His Royal Highness Yu Wang "died suddenly", the Queen Mother asked someone to bring him all the things in the Prince Yu's mansion. After returning home, plus the other gift from the Queen Mother before leaving Beijing, there are nearly a thousand boxes. They were supposed to be taken to the south of the Yangtze River, but now they are all sent here, much more than what the prince Wen Ying brought.

Ling Qiyan wanted to live in the Sijin courtyard, but was stopped by someone. The pleasing Wang's servant reminded him: "Your Highness said, you have a lot of things, and these rooms in the Sijin courtyard will be used as your warehouses, please. You and Your Highness live in the front together."

Ling Qiyan didn't bother to argue, this man must have been instructed by Wen Ying to say this, even if he hid behind, he would be caught by Wen Ying, why bother.

... Live in one block and live in one block.

There are five main rooms in the third entrance courtyard, the main room is in the middle, and there are two rooms in the east and west. Ling Qiyan directly ordered people to move his things into the west room, and occupied those two rooms with peace of mind.

The ground dragon in the house was already on fire, and there were braziers in the corners, which was much warmer than outside. Ling Qiyan stretched his waist, and then twisted his neck. Only then did he feel alive again and finally feel comfortable.

Jiang Lin led people to tidy up and arrange all the ornaments according to his preferences. Looking at the gradually becoming jeweled house, Ling Qiyan was very satisfied, that's right.

When Wen Ying came back, Ling Qiyan was already nestling on the couch in the west room, drinking tea and eating peanuts and melon seeds. When he saw him enter the door, he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

Ling Qiyan occupied two rooms, his personal servant had just reported to him, Wen Ying didn't say much, just ordered his things to be carried into the east room.

He walked to the museum shelf and took a closer look at the ornaments on it. They were all excellent tributes, and the queen mother was really willing to part with them.

"These are all given to you by the Queen Mother?" Wen Ying rubbed a jade unicorn in his hand for a while, and asked him casually.

Ling Qiyan spat out the melon seeds in his mouth, and said vigilantly: "What the queen mother gave me is mine, you are not allowed to snatch it."

Wen Ying glanced at him indifferently, and Ling Qiyan could see the contempt in his eyes, and couldn't help being a little annoyed: "...What do you mean?"

Wen Yingdan said: "Since it is the dowry given by the Empress Dowager, and the make-up given by the Eldest Princess, you can keep it well and use those warehouses as you like."

Ling Qiyan blushed instantly and was so angry.

This bastard's ability to run people with a blank face is getting more and more perfect now, but he still can't say anything to refute.

What dowry, make-up, bah!

Wen Ying walked over, reached out and touched his face, called someone, and handed him his warehouse key: "You keep it."

Ling Qiyan refused to take it, and threw the key back to him: "It's all your stuff in there, why give it to me, I don't take advantage of you, or do you want to take advantage of me? We put things together, and we won't be able to tell the difference when the time comes." Well, I have more babies than you, so I'm not at a disadvantage?"

Wen Ying looked at him silently, Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "Did I say something wrong? You don't just think about it, do you?"

Wen Ying ignored him, and asked someone to fetch something and put it in front of him.

It is a night pearl, more than twice as big as the one given by the little prince of the Sanlie tribe.

Wen Ying raised his chin, motioning for him to pick it up and look at it.

Ling Qiyan blinked, but couldn't hold it back, reached out to touch it, and lifted it up to the bright place by the window for a closer look.

"Given by the emperor, this bead is bigger and brighter than the ones you got back then, and it's more obvious at night."

Ling Qiyan could see it naturally, he thought it was such a good treasure from the little prince in the past, it was just like that, but no matter how good the thing was, it didn't belong to him, so he felt bored, so he put it aside embarrassingly: "oh."

The look of contempt in Wen Ying's eyes was even worse: "I have more such good things over there, so what do you think I can take advantage of you?"

Ling Qiyan suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and rushed to scratch him.

How could Wen Ying hold him down immediately as he wished.

Unable to scratch him, Wen Ying held him in his arms and patted him from head to toe. Ling Qiyan's body was half softened, and he lay on his lap and groaned, "What's the big deal, I don't care about those things like yours." Baby, I have a lot of good things too, so you don't have to brag in front of me."

Wen Ying picked up the tea bowl calmly, too lazy to argue with him about such things.

Ling Qiyan felt comfortable lying on him, and didn't want to move any more, so he asked casually, "Why can't you see a single servant girl in the main courtyard? Where did you hide everyone?"

"You want a servant girl to serve you?"

"Then why not? Those little girls who work in many jobs just need to be more careful."

Wen Ying's eyes turned slightly colder, but Ling Qiyan didn't notice it, he wanted to ask before, this man's attendants were all eunuchs, servants and thick-set nanny, not even a maidservant who was close to him. Arriving in the palace, I still haven't seen half of the girl's film.

"No need, there are enough people serving in the main courtyard."

Hearing the coldness in Wen Ying's voice, Ling Qiyan raised his eyes, met his eyes looking at him, his heart jumped inexplicably, he hurriedly got up from him, and turned his eyes away: "If you don't want it, don't, anyway, this is you of the palace."

This person flicked his knife coldly when he was fine, scaring people to death, okay?

Wen Ying pinched the back of his neck, Ling Qiyan stretched out his foot and kicked him, was held down by Wen Ying, and then pulled into his arms.

After the urgent and fierce kiss fell, Ling Qiyan only had time to complain vaguely, "You bullied me again", and all other words were blocked back.

After the kiss, Wen Ying calmed down, licked away the silver strands from the corner of his mouth, and reminded him in a hoarse voice: "I will have a banquet for the generals in the evening, and you will come with me."

"What am I going to do, not going."

Ling Qiyan pushed him away and sat up straight, thinking about going out to have some fun by himself after resting for two more days, or else he would have to suffocate him to death if he was bored in this place every day, and he would always be taken advantage of by this bastard .

Wen Ying didn't say any more, and helped him peel the peanuts.

At night, the palace held a banquet in the main hall of the palace for the generals in the army and the officials of the palace. Ling Qiyan was forced by Wen Ying to come here. At first, he was very reluctant, but later he heard that there was good wine, so he stopped struggling.

Wen Qing was also there. Although he had no official position, he sat in the last position with Zheng Mu and was unnoticed. It was Wen Ying who deliberately promoted him.

As for Ling Qiyan, Wen Ying arranged to sit first on his left hand, before the three deputy commanders.

When everyone was seated, Wen Ying introduced Ling Qiyan's identity: "This Mr. Wen is an aide in the palace of the prince. If you have anything to do in the future, whether it is military affairs or affairs in the palace, you can also discuss with him."

Ling Qiyan, who was secretly drinking, almost choked, but after Wen Ying said so, he could only raise his glass with a smile on his face to signal to everyone, and raised his head to drink up the wine.

These people don't know his identity. After all, King Yu is dead. Even the officials of the palace who came with him from Beijing didn't know his appearance because Ling Qiyan didn't enter the court before, and they were of low rank. Not to mention these generals who have been stationed on the northwest border all year round.

Hearing that his surname is Wen, I just thought that like Wen Qing, he belonged to the Wen family that Wen Ying wanted to promote, so he was very polite to him.

Although I couldn't help but mutter in my heart, this new highness is nepotism.

Afterwards, I didn't say much, and Wen Ying brought a series of delicacies made by the Beijing cooks, and everyone drank happily, and the atmosphere quickly became warm.

Wen Ying hosted this banquet because he was just here for the first time, in order to get closer to his subordinates. Although he was unsmiling, he didn't put on much airs. These generals have been in this border area all year round, and there are not so many rules. They quickly carried bowls , took turns to drink with Wen Ying.

Wen Ying also put on a big bowl, and he never refused to come. He drank one bowl after another, without changing his face at all.

Some people also came to toast with Ling Qiyan. Ling Qiyan followed those people and wanted to change to a bigger bowl, but Wen Ying stopped him: "You drink from a cup."

Ling Qiyan stared at him unhappily, why can't he drink from a bowl?

Wen Ying ignored him, and those servants naturally listened to Wen Ying and refused to give him the bowl.

……never mind.

Ling Qiyan squeezed the cup angrily.

Several deputy commanders came up to toast with Wen Ying. The leader was a middle-aged man over forty years old with scars on his face. His name was Fang Shixiang. Before he came, King Jing had mentioned to Wen Ying that he was a A very capable person, this person has been here with Prince Jing for more than ten years, and he is the most senior of the three.

"My lord has worked hard all the way here. Things are complicated here in the northwest. I'm afraid the lord will find it difficult when he first arrives, and he will share his worries when he arrives at the end."

Fang Shixiang's voice was low and hoarse, and he looked straight at Wen Ying when he spoke, with more than sharpness but not enough humility.

Ling Qiyan, who was drinking, heard this sentence and looked up at the man, feeling a little upset. What's the matter with this man's tone of looking down on Wen Ying and relying on the old to sell the old?

The other two general soldiers were a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said a few words of compliment to Wen Ying. Wen Ying's expression remained unmoved, as if he didn't care at all. bit."

Then drink the wine in the bowl.

Fang Shi didn't want to say any more, and drank a big bowl of wine in one gulp.

At the end of Xu Dynasty, the banquet ended.

Ling Qiyan, who was drunk, was carried back to the backyard by Wen Ying. When he entered the door, he did not forget to remind the person who was holding him: "I live in the West Room, take me to the West Room."

Wen Ying's footsteps paused slightly, and as he wished, he carried him into the west room.

Ling Qiyan vomited and drank the honey water to sober up, his mind was still a mess, Wen Ying asked someone to call hot water to wipe his face.

Ling Qiyan sat on the edge of the bed, but was dishonest. He kept falling into Wen Ying's arms who was squatting in front of him, and muttered: "Poor scholar, I want to take a bath."

"I washed it in the evening." Wen Ying said coldly, pinching the back of his neck and pulling him away, wiped his face, took off his shoes and socks, and let him bathe his feet.

"Oh."

Ling Qiyan dragged his voice in a daze. He remembered that he had indeed taken a bath. In the evening, this person bullied him once in the bathtub. This person bullied him every day, sometimes once, sometimes twice. Three times, at a young age and excessive indulgence, sooner or later it will be over.

Pointing on Wen Ying's shoulder, Ling Qiyan squinted his eyes and hummed: "You can only bully me, look at your subordinates, they don't take you seriously, bullying you, the young prince? Genji, you are not polite at all when talking to you, you are so pitiful, you still let me be your aide, am I suitable to be an aide, why are you so short of people?"

Wen Ying pinched the sole of his foot and pressed it into the water, his eyes fell on the dangling red rope, he paused, and said in a deep voice: "They bullied me, His Royal Highness King Yu will try to help me bully me back."

Ling Qiyan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't have that ability."

Wen Ying stopped talking and helped him wash in silence, wiping the water off the soles of his feet.

Ling Qiyan retracted her feet, rolled into the quilt, and rolled herself into a silkworm chrysalis.

After Wen Ying was being waited on by someone to wash and change clothes, the lights were turned off and everyone left, sat on the bed and pulled down the bed curtain.

Ling Qiyan was about to fall asleep, when she felt that the quilt was pulled away by someone, and the familiar temperature behind her was pressed against her, she shrank back subconsciously: "I don't want to do it..."

Wen Ying patted his waist to comfort him: "Don't do it, go to sleep."

Ling Qiyan turned over and kicked Wen Ying: "This is my room, you go to the east room."

Wen Ying pressed him into his arms: "This is the king's palace, be honest."

Ling Qiyan kicked him again, but Wen Ying took advantage of the situation and pinched his foot between his legs, making him unable to move.

He struggled twice, but couldn't break free, so he had to forget it.

There seemed to be some light coming in from outside the bed curtain, Ling Qiyan raised his eyes and looked, it was the night pearl on the museum shelf outside the screen, flashing moist and bright light, it could be seen clearly through a screen.

Wen Ying patted him on the waist again: "Go to sleep."

Ling Qiyan withdrew his gaze and asked him vaguely, "What are you doing with your Ye Mingzhu in my room?"

"This is my palace." Wen Ying repeated the same sentence.

Ling Qiyan pulled his foot out forcefully, kicked him again, turned over, and raised the quilt.

Wen Ying grabbed his waist and pulled him back into his arms.

Ling Qiyan stopped moving, closed his eyes a few times, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Hearing the gradual and steady breathing in his ears, Wen Ying finally kissed the back of his neck and closed his eyes quietly.