Wen Xiangyanyu

Ling Qiyan didn't wait long, when Wen Ying was brought in, Ling Qiyan raised his eyes and watched him enter the door, this man still had the same indifferent appearance, entered the palace, facing him, His Royal Highness Prince Yu, Attitude is still not much better.

Wen Ying changed into ordinary clothes, which were given by the palace, and he would not have worn them if he hadn't been summoned to come to Ling Qiyan.

However, wearing this gorgeous dress and brocade clothes on him, he really looks like a dog, Ling Qiyan thought to himself, it's a pity that this kid's life is not good, if he is from a family, all the ladies in the capital will be killed. Competing to marry him.

Tsk, luckily he wasn't.

Wen Ying greeted politely and stood aside. Ling Qiyan raised his chin and motioned for him: "Sit down and have dinner with me."

Wen Ying didn't refuse, Ling Qiyan offered to sit down, and he sat down generously.

Ling Qiyan asked someone to pour wine for them again: "This is the royal wine given by the palace. You have never drunk it. Try it."

Wen Ying thanked him: "Thank you, Your Highness, for the reward."

"What kind of reward is this?" Ling Qiyan smiled and curled his lips, "You are happy to serve me, and I will reward you with some good things."

He got two top-quality silver fox furs from the palace this time, and it's useless to keep them for himself. If Wen Ying can really fulfill his wish tonight, he will be satisfied, and reward this kid with something good, His Royal Highness Yu Wang is still very generous. .

Wen Ying pretended not to understand the meaning of Ling Qiyan's words, and calmly picked up the wine glass.

Ling Qiyan asked with a smile: "Did you read the album that the king asked you to read?"

Wen Ying looked at him with calm eyes: "Your Highness is talking about the erotic pictures?"

Ling Qiyan was not at all ashamed: "How?"

"Too vulgar."

Ling Qiyan laughed and said: "The matter of the bed should be like this. Is it possible that a literati like you still wants to be gentle and follow the rules after getting into bed?"

Wen Ying didn't want to talk about this with him, so he changed the topic: "The students are very grateful for the care of His Highness these few days."

"What's the use of being grateful, so how do you repay this king?" Ling Qiyan looked at him and smiled meaningfully.

Facing His Royal Highness Shangyu's overly naked eyes, Wen Ying only said calmly: "In the future, if His Royal Highness has any use for students, students should go through fire and water and do whatever they want."

Disappointed, Ling Qiyan curled his lips. He wanted this kid to go through fire and water in the future, what to do with his brains, he just wanted someone to serve him comfortably tonight.

He didn't show it on the face, and continued to ask someone to pour wine for Wen Ying.

Wen Ying poured the wine into his mouth one by one without changing his face. Ling Qiyan didn't expect that a scholar like him could drink like this. He didn't drink a few glasses, but he became drunk.

Jiang Lin knew about Ling Qiyan's drinking capacity. He was addicted to alcohol, but he really couldn't drink much. Seeing that Ling Qiyan didn't get drunk, he was about to get drunk first, so he hurriedly dissuaded him: "Your Highness, drink less alcohol, drink more alcohol. Let's have some meals."

Ling Qiyan rested her head on one hand, her cheeks were flushed like rouge, her eyes were full of peach blossoms, misty and full of light, she tilted her head and stared at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying was still pouring wine into his mouth, Ling Qiyan's smiling eyes were reflected in his dark pupils.

Ling Qiyan smiled, stretched out his hand, pressed it on Wen Ying's knee, and gently lifted the hem of his shirt, pointing his fingers slowly, moving up the inner thigh intentionally or unintentionally.

If it weren't for Ling Qiyan's gorgeous and unparalleled looks, this way of acting, he would be a disciple.

But no matter how good he looks, he is indeed an apprentice.

When Ling Qiyan's hand touched his thigh gently, Wen Ying finally couldn't bear to hold it down, and reminded him in a deep voice: "Your Highness is drunk."

Ling Qiyan's peach blossom eyes flew wildly, and the mole at the end of his eyes was extremely ostentatious: "Where is this king drunk?"

"Drunk Your Highness doesn't know?" Wen Ying pulled his hand out, stood up and took a step back, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you Your Highness for the banquet and wine, the students are full, so I will step back so as not to disturb Your Highness, Your Highness has gone early Take a break."

After finishing speaking, he bent down and saluted again, then turned and left.

Ling Qiyan was taken aback for a moment, picked up the empty wine glass at hand and threw it directly at his back, and said in a cold voice, "Stop for me, who will let you go?"

Wen Ying turned around, still speaking in an unhurried tone: "I don't know what orders your Highness has?"

"Get over here."

After a moment of stalemate, Wen Ying walked back, and Ling Qiyan said coldly, "Kneel down."

Wen Ying clenched his fist hard and knelt down.

Ling Qiyan pinched his chin, forced him to raise his head, squinted his eyes and looked at him coldly: "You are not qualified to take Joe with me again and again, understand?"

Wen Ying looked back calmly: "Does Your Highness still want to drink? The students just drink with you."

Ling Qiyan choked for a moment, swallowed more curse words, and unconsciously rubbed Wen Ying's smooth chin with his fingers for a moment, let him go, and ordered: "Bring the wine instead."

Jiang Lin worried and persuaded: "Your Highness, you should drink less..."

Ling Qiyan was unmoved: "Serve the wine."

So Jiang Lin had no choice but to ask someone to serve the wine again, and this time Ling Qi wanted strong wine, so he took the wine jar and drank it with Wen Ying.

He didn't just believe in the poor scholar who was drunk and never died.

An hour later, Ling Qiyan lay down on the dining table with a flushed face, her eyes could no longer be opened, one hand was resting on the wine jar, and the other was tightly clutching Wen Ying's sleeve, murmuring vaguely: "Continue to accompany me...to drink!"

Wen Ying pushed his hand away, and Ling Qiyan grabbed it again relentlessly, even his body was tilted to Wen Ying's side, his claws scrambled up from Wen Ying's sleeve, and climbed up to the hem of his shirt.

"Be obedient and be favored by this king, as long as this king is happy, I will give you all the glory and wealth..."

Ling Qiyan was talking nonsense, Wen Ying looked at him expressionlessly, Jiang Lin was sweating profusely, and called two people to help Ling Qiyan back to the room, but Ling Qiyan waved him away angrily: "Go away to this king."

Those servants didn't dare to move any more, Ling Qiyan was still leaning on Wen Ying like an octopus, talking nasty words all over his mouth in a daze, Wen Ying listened for a while with a cold face, and dropped the sentence "Your Highness Offended," and after that, under the staring eyes of Jiang Lin and the others, they picked up Ling Qiyan and carried him back to the main room.

Throwing Ling Qiyan onto the bed, Wen Ying turned around and signaled to the stunned servants behind him, "Please wait for His Highness to change clothes and sleep."

He raised his feet to leave, but Ling Qiyan, who had been lying on the mattress, groaned, entangled him again, hugged one of his arms, and pulled him to bring him to the bed.

There was fleeting impatience in Wen Ying's eyes. He waved his hand away vigorously, took a step back, and bent over: "Your Highness is drunk, go to bed early, and the students will leave."

Not giving Ling Qiyan any chance to entangle, he strode out of the main room.

When there was no one there, the tense mind suddenly relaxed. Wen Ying clutched his swollen abdomen and lay down on the porch to vomit non-stop. He almost vomited all the wine he drank before, and his lips and tongue were full of acrid and pungent taste. .

After a while, he raised his hand, wiped his lips vigorously, and lowered his eyes, the sternness in his eyes was quietly covered by the night.

Early in the morning of the second day, Wen Ying came to the side of the main courtyard again, and had a feast with Ling Qi.

Ling Qiyan was leaning on the couch and drinking tea lazily. He was hungover last night and didn't sleep well. He didn't wake up early, and his whole body was lazy.

Wen Ying raised his eyes inadvertently, met Shang Ling Qiyan's dazed eyes that were glowing with water, looked at his lazy appearance with constantly trembling eyelashes, paused, and said: "Your Highness drank too much last night, student I have offended you so much, I have despised His Highness, and I hope His Highness will not blame you."

Ling Qiyan had just heard people say that he was brought back last night by this kid, who was very rude to his Royal Highness Prince Yu, really audacious.

"It's not the only thing you despise this king." Ling Qiyan said casually. Last night, he still didn't abduct anyone to bed, but drank himself to death. Don't bother, let's argue with this person again.

Wen Ying lowered his head and did not answer. Ling Qiyan's eyes fell on him. After looking at him for a while, this man changed into the Imperial College uniform again today, as if he was about to go out to the academy. He asked, "Is it fun to study in the Imperial College?" ?”

Wen Ying frowned in disapproval: "Is it fun to read the books of saints? Your Highness's words are too arrogant."

Ling Qiyan didn't take it seriously: "I see that you are a talented person with a suave and unrestrained appearance. How can you be like those sour scholars? What are you talking about reading saints' books? Isn't it all about your future career? What do you say to be so beautiful?"

He doesn't like reading, not at all since he was a child, and he gets a headache when he sees those big words. He doesn't need to rely on reading for fame and fortune, so he is too lazy to read. Too lazy to fight.

He knew that poor talents like Wen Ying were born too low, and taking the imperial examination was the only way for them to change their fate. He just hated the self-righteous and one-set so-called sage words in their mouths. hypocritical.

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at him, and said calmly: "Your Highness, it is only because of his noble background that he dares to speak such wild words and be arrogant."

This is considered disrespectful, but he dared to say it.

Ling Qiyan smiled nonchalantly: "It's good that you know that this king is born noble. This is called everyone has his own destiny. You can't envy you even if you envy it. Why don't you beg yourself to have a good pregnancy in your next life, or you follow the law?" This king, this king can also give you glory and wealth."

Wen Ying simply shut up.

Facing his coffin face, the smile on the corner of Ling Qiyan's mouth froze for a moment, and he raised his foot to kick his heart: "Get lost."

Wen Ying got up quickly and walked out. When he was almost at the door, Ling Qiyan raised his voice again: "Get back."

Wen Ying stood there for a while, then turned and walked back to Ling Qiyan.

Ling Qiyan raised his leg and signaled him: "My king's leg hurts from kicking, please rub it for me."

Wen Ying endured the patience and knelt down again, picked up the leg that he just kicked her on his body, and rubbed his calf gently.

Ling Qiyan was so happy, he leaned back on the couch, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, closed his eyes and hummed comfortably.

"You lighten up, um, um, focus again..."

His voice was too greasy, Wen Ying just pretended not to hear it.

In a daze, Ling Qiyan thought, His Royal Highness Prince Yu is really good-tempered, with Wen Ying's virtue of pushing his nose and face, if it were someone else, he would have killed him a long time ago, but this kid still refuses to Thank you, really...