Wen Xiangyanyu

After three or four days of snow finally cleared, Wen Ying went to the barracks, and brought Zheng Mu and Wen Qing with him. He was directly in command of the barracks here in Liangcheng, with 5 soldiers.

Ling Qiyan took the opportunity to go out for a stroll.

This border town is not small in scale. The palace is located in the center of the city. The east and north districts are the residences of officials and wealthy businessmen in the city. The busiest market is also here.

Ling Qiyan got out of the car, stopped and walked along the way, strolling along the commercial street.

There are a lot of novelties here, many people from outside the Great Wall do business here, and there are imported goods from that country, but in terms of the appearance of these goods, they are far inferior to those sold in the shops of noble families in Beijing, let alone the treasures. Ling Qiyan is someone who is used to seeing tributes, so naturally he doesn't think much of these things.

Putting down the jade pendant that he had rubbed in his hands for a while, Ling Qiyan felt bored, walked out of the jade shop, and saw a theater on the opposite street, so he couldn't help but stop and take another look.

Seeing him, Jiang Lin seemed to be interested, and told him in a low voice: "My servant heard people say that the operas sung in the opera garden here are all unique to this place, which is very different from the ones in Beijing. Would you like to go in and have a look?"

Ling Qiyan didn't hesitate too much, anyway, he was very bored, so he strolled over.

The boy who greeted the guests at the gate of the theater was a winking guy. Seeing his noble appearance, he greeted him courteously and obsequiously to the private seat on the second floor, facing the stage. being disturbed.

Ling Qiyan sat down and turned his eyes to look around. The theater was very lively. Although it was a border town, there were many businessmen coming and going from north to south, and there were many rich and idle people.

Hot tea and snacks were served, and he tasted them casually, and they were all good, different from the ones he ate in Beijing, with a different flavor.

He couldn't understand half a sentence of the babbling vocals of the danjiao on stage, but there was a bit of flair and meaning in the gestures and gestures of the people.

Ling Qiyan looked intently with his head propped up, while Jiang Lin poured tea and water for him and handed him snacks, serving him comfortably.

Half an hour later, the guard waiting outside the screen came in to report that someone outside claimed to be the nephew of the prefect's family in Liangcheng. He heard that Mr. Wen from the Prince's Mansion was drinking tea here and came to pay a visit.

Ling Qiyan smacked his lips. On that day, Wen Ying only invited military generals and officials of the palace. How could his identity as an "aide" be spread?

He had heard people say that on the first day they arrived here, these Liangcheng magistrates sent invitations to the palace, but Wen Ying ignored them, and the flattery failed, so they turned to him instead. up?

Ling Qiyan didn't think much, and motioned lazily: "Let him in."

The person who came was a young man in his twenties, tall and thin, looking very shrewd. When he saw Ling Qiyan, he clasped his fists and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. My uncle is the magistrate of Liangcheng, and I heard from the staff that Mr. Wen came to the garden to support him, and it is really full of splendor, please feel free to watch it, it tastes good, the food is delicious, and the tea is all covered for you."

Ling Qiyan looked at him: "This theater is yours? How do you know my identity?"

The man said with a smile: "It's just a small business, earning some money to support the family. Mr. Wen is a talented man, and his reputation has been spread all over this cool city in the past few days. Does anyone know that you are accompanied by guards from the palace, and I will be bold." Guess your identity."

He... highly talented?

Ling Qiyan didn't laugh out loud, maybe this was the first time someone complimented him like this in his 20 years of life.

"What does it mean that it has been spread? I don't know why. Who spread it?"

The man told him: "On the first day you came to Liangcheng with the lord, there were rumors outside that the lord has a talented and well-educated aide beside him.

Ling Qiyan was speechless, what happened?

He raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Lin, Jiang Lin understood immediately, and sent a clever little eunuch out to inquire about the matter.

This Wang Xun boasted again and again, if he didn't know what kind of virtue he was, Ling Qiyan would really think that the well-informed and well-informed staff member of the Prince's Mansion in this population is himself.

Although he was full of doubts, Ling Qiyan didn't show his face and listened casually to those flattering words.

This person is close to him, and he must be going for Wen Ying. Wen Ying's status is inconvenient to make friends with these people, but he has no such scruples, and he doesn't mind getting acquainted with local snakes here, and has many contacts. What do you want to do in the future? It's more convenient.

So he didn't drive anyone away, let him sit down and drink tea together.

Seeing that Ling Qiyan seemed to be very interested in the dan roles on the stage, Wang Xun took the opportunity to ask him: "Mr. Wen, have you heard the local opera here before?"

"No," Ling Qiyan asked casually, "What is this man singing?"

"The imperial concubine is drunk, is it different from what you have heard in Beijing?"

It's really different, Ling Qiyan thought in his heart, both the appearance and the singing are very different, it turns out that the imperial concubine can sing like this when drunk, which is quite fresh.

Ling Qiyan looked at it with great interest, and when the song was over, he was still unsatisfied.

When Wang Xun saw this, his eyes rolled around, and he suggested to Ling Qiyan that he also opened the restaurant next door, and it happened to be noon, so please invite Ling Qiyan to have lunch and have a drink together.

Hearing that there was wine, Ling Qiyan never refused anyone who came, so he agreed and moved to the next door.

This restaurant is the best in Liangcheng. It has three floors and is built near the water. Ling Qiyan and others went up to the private room on the third floor, and a table of good wine and food was delivered quickly.

Ling Qiyan picked up the wine glass, sniffed it, and took another sip. Wang Xun asked him with a smile, "What do you think of this wine, Mr. Wen?"

"It's good wine." Ling Qiyan nodded in praise.

After coming here, what he is most happy about is that he can drink all kinds of fine wines that he has never drunk before, nothing makes him happier than this.

Seeing that he likes it, Wang Xun hastened to fill another glass with him.

After drinking for three rounds, the two quickly called each other brothers. Wang Xun boasted that he had a wide network of contacts in Liangcheng. If Qi Yan is willing to honor him and make him a friend, then his life in Liangcheng will be too boring.

Ling Qiyan patted him hard on the shoulder: "Your boy is interesting, I like it."

Jiang Lin silently helped Ling Qiyan, who was drunk, to sit upright, not to let him get too close to others, thinking to himself that these nonsense words must not be heard by His Royal Highness Yan Wang.

"Mr. Wen is very polite. It is an honor to be in your favor." Wang Xun flattered with a smile, and said that he had prepared a gift for Ling Qiyan, please accept it.

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and a handsome gentleman with red lips and white teeth, and a powdered face came in, like a weak willow supporting the wind, and greeted them.

Ling Qiyan stared at the visitor, a little confused, so Wang Xun whispered to him: "Mr. Wen, this is the Danjiao Ling who sang on the stage just now. Do you like it? If you like it, I will give it to you." You."

"……give me?"

"Yes, I'll send you off. It's the blessing of this brother Ling to serve you."

Jiang Lin was taken aback. Seeing Ling Qiyan staring at him silently, he was worried that he was really attracted to him, so he quickly poured him a cup of tea, tried to sober him up, and reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. I'm drunk, it's getting late, I'd better go back earlier, shall I?"

Ling Qiyan let out a "huh" with unknown meaning, and Wang Xun thought he agreed to take him in, so he was very happy, and clapped his hands again. This time, four people came in, two men and two women, all of whom were rare beauties.

Ling Qiyan looked at it for a moment, narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his chin with his fingers, thoughtful.

Wang Xun asked with a smile, "Mr. Wen, what do you think of these people?"

"Very good." He said casually.

"Then, can the prince like this?"

Hearing this, Ling Qiyan frowned slightly, and turned to look at Wang Xun: "My lord?"

Wang Xun smiled obsequiously: "Can I bother Mr. Lao Wen to give these people to the prince for convenience?"

Ling Qiyan's eyes fell back on the faces of those people, just now she was looking at some stunning beauties, but suddenly she didn't like it no matter how she looked at them.

Just these few people, they are not as good-looking as the poor scholar. Will the poor scholar suffer if they accept them?

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan squinted over: "You want to give them to the prince?"

Wang Xun's heart skipped a beat when he stared at him, and he was inexplicably flustered: "If you like something, you can choose it..."

Ling Qiyan drank the tea that Jiang Lin handed over, his mind was a little clearer, and he lowered his voice: "His Royal Highness, you have never seen such a beautiful and beautiful country. How can you catch his eyes, so don't waste this effort. I really want to be with you." Your Highness is friendly, please be quiet and honest, it will be useful to you in the future, let's talk about it."

"Can……"

"There's nothing wrong with it. His Royal Highness Yan doesn't like this, so don't make it counterproductive."

He said so, so Wang Xun had no choice but to agree, and it was hard to insist.

Jiang Lin supported Ling Qiyan to get up. Na Danjiao leaned forward to help him, but Ling Qiyan swung him away. Seeing this, Wang Xun said with embarrassment: "Mr. Wen, Brother Ling, you..."

Ling Qiyan waved his hand, pointed at the person and said to Wang Xun: "Such a good character, you have to take care of it well, don't give it away casually, what a pity, I will come to listen to him sing next time."

Wang Xun hurriedly said yes and sent him off respectfully.

When the sound of footsteps went away, Wang Xun raised his hand and slapped himself, regretful, why was he so stupid all of a sudden, he didn't realize that this Mr. Wen, who looks like that, can't be His Royal Highness Yan Wang Staff of the Eight Classics!

No wonder he is neither willing to accept people, nor willing to help King Yi accept...

Sitting in the car, Ling Qiyan vomited most of the wine he had eaten, drank the hangover soup handed by Jiang Lin, leaned against the car wall and closed his eyes to rest.

Jiang Lin reported to him in a low voice before sending someone outside to find out what happened.

It is true that on the first day they arrived here, his reputation spread in Liangcheng inexplicably, and they were all good words, but they didn't know where they came from.

Ling Qiyan couldn't help frowning upon hearing this.

"That Wang Xun, have you inquired about it? What kind of person is he?"

"I've asked, it's indeed the nephew of the prefect of Liangcheng. He is a businessman himself, and he has done a lot of business here. I heard that the prefect Wang is not very capable. He has been running the city here for more than ten or twenty years. He wanted to be transferred to a prosperous place in the south, but he couldn't do it. He had planned with Prince Jing, but Prince Jing never pretended to speak to these local officials. "

Then it's no wonder that he wants to curry favor with Wen Ying. No matter what the future of the prince Wen Ying is, at least he is now gaining favor. For local officials with mediocre political achievements like them, it is enough to seek temporary benefits without pointing to the future. up.

Ling Qiyan settled down, this kind of person is easy to pass, and it is indeed useful to make friends with him. Besides, he is really boring and needs to find some fun to pass the time.

When the carriage entered the main courtyard of the Wangfu, Jiang Lin opened the door, saw Wen Ying standing outside with a cold face, quickly lowered his head and got out of the carriage, and then reached out to Fu Ling to pray for the banquet.

Wen Ying signaled with a look, and told him to step aside, stepped forward, and directly carried Ling Qiyan out of the car.

Ling Qiyan drank too much wine, his whole body was limp, and he didn't want to move, so he let him carry him all the way back to the backyard, muttering vaguely: "Didn't you go to the military camp? You came back so early?"

"It's time to apply." Wen Ying reminded him in a deep voice.

"……Oh."

He really didn't know, it was so late.

Seeing Wen Ying's tense side face, Ling Qiyan complained in a low voice: "Are you angry again? I just watch a play and drink, can't that work? Why are you so small-minded, so angry every day, it's easy to grow old Yes, it doesn’t look good when you’re old.”

Wen Ying ignored him, carried him into the bathroom and let him bathe.

Ling Qiyan lay on the edge of the bath, dozing off with his eyes closed.

Standing outside the screen, Wen Ying listened sullenly to the low-headed little eunuch reporting what Ling Qiyan did after going out today, who he met, and what he said to them.

Swinging the man back, Wen Ying walked in, Ling Qiyan heard the footsteps, raised his head in a daze, glanced at him, and lay down again.

In the steaming heat, his exposed shoulders were dazzlingly white, with vague red marks left on them, Wen Ying's eyes slid past there, and he paused slightly.

"Hurry up and get up, don't sleep here."

Wen Ying's hoarse voice sounded above his head, Ling Qiyan hummed a few words, sat up straight, and looked up at him: "You have to take care of me taking a shower? Why do you take care of everything? Are you annoying?"

Wen Ying didn't answer.

They looked at each other silently through the mist, and finally Ling Qiyan turned his eyes away first, turned his back, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

He took a long time to wash, Wen Ying stood behind and watched all the time, when he stepped out of the bath, Wen Ying picked up the silk scarf that was put on the side, and wrapped it around his body.

Ling Qiyan lowered his eyes, was pulled into Wen Ying's arms, and picked him up again.

Going back to the room and throwing him on the bed, Wen Ying's tall body covered him, Ling Qiyan pushed him back: "What are you doing, it's not dark yet."

The servants in the room have retreated voluntarily and helped them close the door.

Wen Ying grabbed the sole of his foot and squeezed it hard. Ling Qiyan softened his body. He was naked at the moment, and he was completely at the mercy of others. He was very aggrieved, and tears could not help but flow from the corners of his eyes: "You want to bully me again."

"Why go drinking with someone?" Wen Ying asked coldly.

Ling Qiyan raised his hand and thumped his shoulder: "I can't even drink with others? Is there something wrong with you?"

"Where's the actor? You stared at him for a long time. Does it look good?"

Ling Qiyan was so angry that he stretched out his foot and kicked: "I think he can't sing? I didn't take him back to the mansion. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Wen Ying pressed his leg down, pressing firmly: "You still want to take him back to the mansion?"

Ling Qiyan took a deep breath: "You can do it, what people gave me was just to add hair, and the four that were given to you were the original idea. Why are you angry with me?"

Wen Ying looked at him with downcast eyes. Ling Qiyan was uncomfortable with his eyes staring at him, and said fiercely: "What? I said something wrong? You are not happy that I pushed someone away for you, you go find it yourself That Wang Xun wants to come back again, he must be happy to offer him to you with both hands, um..."

The lips were blocked, Ling Qiyan wanted to bite someone, but Wen Ying didn't give him a chance, his tongue already stuck in.

After being kissed hard, Ling Qiyan finally became honest.

After being let go, he quickly shrank into the quilt, and refused to show his head again, angrily said: "You take my clothes."

Wen Ying rubbed his waist and hips again, then let him go, and got up to help him get his clothes.