Wen Xiangyanyu

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Ying once again met with the generals in the main hall of the palace, and listened to their reports on their military affairs.

Ling Qiyan was also there, but he didn't want to come, so he was forced to get up by Wen Ying, and dragged him over together. He was lazily leaning on the Eight Immortals chair beside Wen Ying's hand, listening absent-mindedly.

A group of generals took turns to report.

The war with Barrington came to an end. During this period of time, the northwest border was still relatively peaceful, but those Barrington people were never honest. In a few months, they would come to fight the autumn wind as a routine, so they must not be sloppy.

After several years of fighting, the people of Barrington are very short of supplies at the moment, and they will not let go of Da Chengchao's fat, even if they have just been defeated by Da Chengchao.

Small fights, burning, killing, and looting at the border are what they are best at. In the past few years, as long as there was no major disturbance, the Dacheng court has always turned a blind eye to this, and only drove people away. Well, if they hadn't become big-hearted before and colluded with the Assassins to send troops to capture other tribes in Mobei, the Dacheng Dynasty would not have sent troops just like that.

According to these generals, as long as the border defense is strengthened, the Barringtons will be beaten out when they come, and it will be fine if there is no big trouble. They have been here for more than ten or twenty years, so there is no need to worry too much.

Wen Ying frowned and listened without expressing his opinion. Ling Qiyan yawned and muttered casually: "Every time I wait for them to come, I fight out. They shoot a shot and change places. They always come back. Every time there is always such a If a few villages are going to be unlucky, can’t you take the initiative to beat them so that they don’t dare to come over? When people come to rob things, and if someone robs you and then drives them away, what kind of achievement should you brag about?”

No one expected that he would suddenly speak out. A general was talking about his past achievements against the Barringtons. He was interrupted by Ling Qiyan, and then he taunted him unceremoniously. The man choked for a moment, his face flushed red: "...Mr. Wen didn't know something. The people of Barrington lived on animal husbandry and migrated from place to place. Even if I wait and call, it is very likely that I will not even find a person."

Ling Qiyan disagreed: "Then attack their lair directly."

"But the old nest of the Barringtons is thousands of miles away from here. Not to mention the manpower, material and financial resources consumed by the long journey, going deep into its unknown hinterland, I can't take advantage of the right time, place and people. There are too many variables, and Barrington's land is barren, and it would be of little use to take it down with force."

"Oh."

Ling Qiyan only threw out such a word, as if he looked down on this passive coping method of avoiding and not fighting.

The general wanted to say more, but Fang Shixiang, the deputy general who had been quiet all this time, suddenly said, "Only defending and not fighting is the strategy set by Prince Jing, and it is also the intention of His Majesty and the court. I am just following orders, that's all. The prince and Mr. Wen came here for the first time, and they didn't know the situation here, so they had such doubts, and sending troops to attack Barrington rashly, the gain outweighs the loss, and it is definitely not the best policy."

When this person spoke, he always had a gloomy expression, with a contemptuous and unruly attitude, Ling Qiyan sneered: "Vice President Fang should be careful to speak out, now and then, now The commander in chief of the Northwest Township is His Highness King Yan, and you are still thinking about Prince Jing. This accident has been heard in His Majesty's ears, but it makes him feel uncomfortable. I am afraid that Prince Jing will not be willing to listen to you talking about it like this. he."

The expressions of the rest of the people changed slightly when they heard the words. Seeing Ling Qiyan, the sharp-tongued staff member, looked at him more carefully, and Ling Qiyan drank tea calmly.

Fang Shixiang's expression turned cold: "Mr. Wen's words are wrong. Prince Jing is His Majesty's most trusted brother. How can you speculate on how much His Majesty values ​​Prince Jing?"

Ling Qiyan opened his mouth and said, "Prince Jing is His Majesty's brother, and His Highness King Yi is still His Majesty's son. Since His Majesty has sent King Yan here to lead the army, you will naturally have to listen to King Yan. Coming here at the emperor's order, no one understands His Majesty's attitude better than King Yan, it's better than you waiting thousands of miles away to figure out the holy will by yourself."

"you--!"

Fang Shixiang blushed with anger, and Wen Ying finally interrupted them: "We will discuss this matter later."

Then let the rest of the people continue to report military affairs.

Fang Shi wanted to bear it again and again, and swallowed back what he still wanted to say.

An hour later, after all the reports were finished, Wen Ying let everyone disperse.

That Fang Shi wanted to say bluntly, "The last general will resign", and he was the first to retire.

After everyone left, Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying with a smile: "Look at the attitude of that Vice President Fang? You can bear him, but I can't, and you insist on me coming. If you are bored, just making fun of these people, it will ruin the relationship between you and your subordinates."

Wen Ying stood up and signaled to him: "Let's go, go back."

He took a step first, Ling Qiyan followed, and bumped his elbow with his arm: "Hey, why did Vice President Fang treat you with a different nose and eyes? Did you offend him?"

Wen Ying gave a dispensable "hmm": "No one in Beijing is willing to come here. If I hadn't taken the initiative to ask His Majesty, His Majesty would most likely let him take over the post of Chief Soldier."

Ling Qiyan understood: "So he blamed you for taking his position? But you are the emperor's son, and he cares about you, isn't he asking for trouble?"

"What about the emperor's son? The only one who can be the emperor in the end. The rest of the people go to the fief and are rich and noble. In fact, they are not as good as a magistrate. Who would pay attention to it?" Wen Ying's eyes lighted slightly. Shen, "Do you think there are a few princes like Prince Jing in this world who can be good brothers trusted by the emperor?"

……makes sense.

"Then Prince Jing didn't tell you before you came, that Fang Shixiang is a small-minded person?"

"That's right," Wen Ying shook his head slightly, "Prince Jing said I can win over this person if I can, and if I can't win him over, I'll leave him alone."

"That's not easy," Ling Qiyan clapped his palms, "find a reason to throw him somewhere that doesn't matter, you have to push away the annoying person as far as possible, lest he dangle in front of your eyes all day long , make you unhappy."

Wen Ying didn't answer, and looked at him silently.

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "I'm not right?"

Still silent, Wen Ying raised his hand and touched his face.

Ling Qiyan backed away, slapped his paw away, angrily: "Speak as you speak, touch whatever you want."

Wen Ying reached out with his long arm and pulled him into his arms. Before Ling Qiyan could struggle, he carried him back to the backyard.

As soon as Ling Qiyan sat on the couch, he kicked Wen Ying.

Wen Ying ignored him, opened his clothes and sat down on the other side, pouring tea calmly.

Ling Qiyan rubbed off his shoes, stretched out his foot and tapped his leg: "Are you really planning to take the initiative to send troops to fight Barrington? Can the emperor agree?"

Wen Ying handed the poured tea to him, and said indifferently, "The Barrington people came to Dacheng to burn, kill, loot and commit crimes on the border. I just had no choice but to drive them out. I just chased them for a while."

"Then accidentally chased him into the hinterland of Barrington?" Ling Qiyan said with contempt on his face, "It's only a fool who believes your rhetoric."

Wen Ying didn't take it seriously: "It doesn't matter, as long as His Majesty is willing to believe, His Majesty may not want to fight, but he is not sure. He is afraid that losing a battle will ruin his reputation in the history books of later generations, and he is also afraid of being criticized for being aggressive. If this battle is ours Those who are good at arguing to fight, and I lost because I was greedy for merit, and I am no different from him, the emperor."

Ling Qiyan took a sip of tea and asked hesitantly, "Then what if you really lose?"

Wen Ying asked him back: "If I will lose, why should I fight? Since I am ready to fight, I will never lose."

"...There is no such thing as certainty in a war. How do you know that you will not lose?"

"No." Wen Ying said firmly.

Ling Qiyan was speechless, this is no longer self-confidence, this is simply self-confidence to the point of arrogance.

Well, it has nothing to do with him anyway.

After noon, Wen Ying successively sent several subordinates to the palace to talk alone. King Jing left someone for him. Whether he can really take it for his own use depends on his own ability.

Ling Qiyan was bored, but the wind and snow didn't stop, so he could only stay in the mansion, but Wen Ying refused to even give him a maid. He wanted to listen to the song, but no one played it for him.

Ling Qiyan was lying on the couch in a daze. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he called Jiang Lin and told him, "Go and look around the mansion, and check all the embroiderers and weavers. There must be someone who can play music." Little lady, bring someone here."

Jiang Lin had a bitter face: "But His Royal Highness said..."

Ling Qiyan frowned, and said in a cold voice: "What do you care what he said? Why, I ordered you not to move now, right?"

"...The maidservant just go."

Two quarters of an hour later, Jiang Lin really came back with an embroiderer. Ling Qiyan glanced casually and motioned for him to sit down: "Play the music, play whatever you can."

The embroiderer sat down with a blushing face, not daring to look at Ling Qiyan, and touched the strings with both hands.

When Wen Ying came back, Ling Qiyan was reclining on the couch, squinting his eyes and propping his head on one hand, raising his legs and humming a tune, looking extremely comfortable.

The music stopped abruptly, Ling Qiyan opened his eyes in doubt, and saw that the embroidered lady had already knelt on the ground, and Wen Ying was looking at him coldly and expressionlessly.

Ling Qiyan opened his mouth, but was inexplicably speechless by his gaze.

Wen Ying coldly signaled everyone in the room: "Go down."

A group of people hurriedly retreated and took the embroidered lady with them.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Ying's complexion was gloomy, and his face was full of displeasure. Ling Qiyan felt unhappy when he saw it, and also lowered his face: "What's wrong with me listening to the song? You don't have any maids. I want to find a embroiderer to listen to the song." , you want to suffocate me? You also said that I can do whatever I want here, but I just want to listen to a song? "

"If someone wants to play music, one of the nuns can." Wen Ying reminded him with a suppressed voice.

"Bah! Even if they can play the music of nature, I don't want to listen to it. Those who are not good-looking are not allowed to enter my house."

"Is this how you judge people by their appearance?" Wen Ying's expression became more serious.

"Then what else?" Ling Qiyan said angrily, "If you don't look good, I won't come to Northwest with you even if I die."

What's wrong with him judging people by their cover?If this bastard is as honorable as Ling Qiyu's dog, if he dares to force him like this, he will die with the mermaid and die together.

Wen Ying approached step by step, Ling Qiyan stepped back subconsciously, Wen Ying's eyes staring at him seemed to be soaked in ice, which made him instinctively want to shrink back.

But there is no going back.

One of Wen Ying's hands had pinched his jaw, forcing him to look up at himself: "Say it again."

Ling Qiyan swallowed her saliva: "Say, say what?"

Wen Ying's pupils narrowed slightly, staring at him intently, and his voice became colder and colder: "If I'm not good-looking, you will never come to the Northwest?"

Ling Qiyan kicked it, jumped up and ran, not even thinking about putting on his shoes.

Wen Ying stretched out his hand to grab him, grabbed him back, and threw him onto the couch. He knelt down on one leg and held Ling Qiyan firmly.

Ling Qiyan raised his hand to slap him, but Wen Ying grabbed him and pressed him down.

Ling Qiyan's eyes were red with anger: "What's wrong with you, who is so good?"

Wen Ying bullied his lower body, and his slightly dry lips fell on his cheeks, rubbing gently for a moment, and then his lips.

Ling Qiyan bit his lower lip and frowned, Wen Ying frowned slightly, still staring at him without saying a word.

It wasn't until he tasted the blood in his mouth that Ling Qiyan let go, spat out the blood in his mouth, and Wen Ying's lips were dripping with blood.

He raised his hand indifferently, and his voice became hoarse: "Are you still making trouble?"

"Obviously you are the one making trouble with me!" Ling Qiyan cried angrily, "You are so boring here, you have nothing to play, I just want to hear someone play a song, what's wrong? I'm free to say whatever you say , you lied to me! You bastard! Liar!"

Wen Ying's lips were pressed together, and he kissed him fiercely again.

After rejecting with lips and tongue, Ling Qiyan drove straight in. Ling Qiyan didn't have the strength to bite again, and didn't respond, so he just stared at Wen Ying fiercely and let him kiss.

When he was finally let go, Ling Qiyan already felt that his lips and tongue were not his own, and his mouth was full of the bloody smell of rust, and he kept pouring water to rinse his mouth when he got up.

Wen Ying still looked at him intently, with complex emotions in his cold eyes, Ling Qiyan spat at him: "You can't be happy or angry, your heart is smaller than the eye of a needle, you deserve to be part of the same family as the emperor, empress and prince."

"Do you want to listen to music?" Wen Ying asked suddenly.

Ling Qiyan choked: "...What's wrong with listening to music? I just like listening to music, can't I?"

Wen Ying looked at him quietly for a moment, then walked to the piano, stretched out his hand and plucked the strings, before Ling Qiyan could say anything, he sat down and put his hands on it.

Ling Qiyan swallowed the words that came to his lips, and Wen Ying played the piano with a standard posture, as if it was not a joke.

The melodious piano sound came out from under Wen Ying's slender fingers. Compared with the piano sounds of those girls' hands, it was less clingy and sticky, and more crisp and crisp, all in one go.

Ling Qiyan stared at him blankly, unable to react for a long time, until the end of the song, Wen Ying raised his eyes indifferently.

Ling Qiyan blinked,...Huh?

This person has been fighting outside before, and before that he was a poor scholar, who did he learn this accordion from?

Seemingly seeing the doubt in Ling Qiyan's eyes, Wen Yingdan said: "During the few months in Yong'an Palace, I learned from the piano master in the palace when I had nothing to do."

That's only two months, can you learn like this? !

Ling Qiyan thought about it a few times, and blurted out: "Why are you learning this? Could it be that you want to please some young lady, and have a harp with your princess in the future?"

"You can play the harp?"

"will not."

"So you can play the harp with me?"

The irony in Wen Ying's words was so obvious that Ling Qiyan could not hear it unless he was deaf.

Ling Qiyan held his breath and lay back on the couch, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Wen Ying walked back, sat down by the couch, squeezed his chin lightly, and was slapped away by Ling Qiyan.

He muttered under his breath, "I don't believe you can learn this in two months."

"Why not? I learn everything fast."

Ling Qiyan was suddenly dumbfounded, that's right, this person used to speak so brazenly when he was a poor scholar.

He does learn everything fast.

"Then what are you learning this for?"

Wen Ying remained silent and looked at him meaningfully.

Ling Qiyan reached out to scratch him: "Tell me."

"Why say it?"

"Can't you be curious?" Ling Qiyan was confident.

Wen Ying slowly approached, and his deep voice was right next to Ling Qiyan's ears: "My king's concubine likes to hear it."

Ling Qiyan's ears felt hot for a while, and his mind went blank for a moment. He turned his face sideways, and after a while, mumbled a sentence: "...I don't know what it means."