Wen Xiangyanyu

At the end of Youshi.

Ling Qiyan fell asleep and woke up after dark, and the alcohol finally passed.

He stretched and got up, Wen Ying was reading a book on the outer couch with a light on, when Ling Qiyan saw him, he said with a look of embarrassment: "Why don't you go back to your own room and rely on me to work in the west room every day?" What?"

Wen Ying ignored him and just ordered someone to pass the meal.

Ling Qiyan sat down at the table, drank too much wine at noon, now his stomach was empty, and he really had no appetite, Wen Ying glanced at him and asked someone to bring him some sour soup for appetizers.

"Drink the soup and eat as much as you want."

Ling Qiyan picked the spoon absently, and suggested casually: "Your palace is too deserted, why don't we raise a troupe?"

Wen Ying frowned: "Raise an opera troupe?"

"Well, let's have some fun."

After Ling Qiyan finished speaking, he looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: "Then why don't you go learn it? If you learn it and sing it to me, I won't support the theater troupe anymore."

"No."

Wen Ying threw out these two words bluntly, leaving no room for negotiation.

Ling Qiyan's smile stagnated: "Why not?"

"There is no reason, I say no, it is not allowed."

Ling Qiyan threw the spoon: "Tomorrow I will ask someone to buy a house and move out from your place. From now on, you will live your life and I will live mine. You don't care who I like to raise."

Wen Ying's expression turned cold: "How dare you."

"You really think I'm afraid you won't succeed?" Ling Qiyan was irritated by his expression, "You insist on controlling me, don't let me do this, don't let me do that, I'll fight you!"

For the past half month, he has been too aggrieved. Even if he pretended not to care about it, he couldn't really care about it. Now, he even has to take care of him listening to a song, going out to watch a play, and drinking with others. In the past, even the queen mother and emperor didn't take care of him like this. Why should Wen Ying!

Wen Ying looked at him coldly and didn't answer.

Ling Qiyan's eyes were red with anger, he wiped his eyes hard, and said in a hoarse voice: "...Don't go too far, although I am really nothing now, but you can't bully me like this, you don't allow this or that , I should be like those women in the back house, nesting in your house every day without going out of the door, without seeing a single outsider, you are satisfied, right?"

"Don't even think about it, it's impossible, it's impossible in this life."

"If you insist on doing this, I will die. If you force me, I might as well die. It's meaningless to live like this anyway."

After Ling Qiyan finished speaking, he got up and wanted to leave, but Wen Ying grabbed his wrist and forced him to sit back.

"Stop making trouble, let's eat first."

The anger rose again, Ling Qiyan said angrily: "I didn't quarrel with you! You don't understand human words, do you?! I hate you holding me like this! I don't care what I want to do!"

Wen Ying softened his voice: "I want to raise an opera troupe, I will accompany you to pick people in two days."

More unspoken words choked back, Ling Qiyan blinked his eyelashes unconsciously, and looked at Wen Ying in a daze, Wen Ying picked up a chopstick for him: "Eat, do you still have the strength to swear? "

Ling Qiyan was dumbfounded for a moment, the feeling of punching the cotton was too unpleasant.

……never mind.

Why should he play the piano to a cow.

After dinner, Ling Qiyan immediately went back to the house and closed the door behind him.

He stood by the door for a while, listening to footsteps, Wen Ying really went to Dongjian, and he was relieved.

Absently playing half a game of chess alone, Ling Qiyan asked people to turn off the lights, climbed onto the bed, rolled around on the bed wrapped in a quilt, and gradually relaxed.

Finally, he doesn't have to be forced to do that thing today. He hasn't had a good time in the past half month. It's always been swollen. Wen Ying is a beast!

But can't sleep.

He just fell asleep before dinner, and now he didn't feel sleepy at all. Ling Qiyan stared at the beam on the top of the bed in a daze, unable to fall asleep.

Turning over, looking behind the screen outside the bed curtain, there is a faint light there, it is Wen Ying's night pearl, which is still on the museum shelf in his room.

Ling Qiyan got off the bed with bare feet and walked over. The bead was placed in the most conspicuous place on the museum shelf, shining brightly in the dark night.

Reaching out to take the Ye Mingzhu off, he fondled it for a moment, he didn't want to return it to Wen Ying.

... It's in his room, it's his, that bastard forgot to take it away, don't blame him for not returning it.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan put the things back with peace of mind and looked at them happily for a while.

Now he didn't feel sleepy anymore, he glanced towards the door, there was still fire outside, presumably the people in the room over there hadn't rested yet.

He slowly went over and opened the door, there was no one in the main room, the door of the east room was closed, but the candlelight was still on.

Wen Ying doesn't like people guarding the house at night, so he must be the only one in there.

Ling Qiyan tiptoed over and leaned on the door panel, trying to listen to the movement inside.

As a result, you can't hear anything.

Ling Qiyan was a little discouraged, and felt that there was something wrong with him, so he didn't sleep well, and came here to listen to the corner, his mind was probably broken.

The soles of his feet without shoes were a bit cold. He rubbed his feet, hesitating whether to go back and forget it, and was about to stand up straight when the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Ling Qiyan was caught off guard, so he fell straight forward, stumbling on the threshold.

Seeing that he was about to be bitten by a dog, Ling Qiyan closed his eyes subconsciously in panic, and the next moment, he was picked up by Wen Ying's long arm and brought into his arms.

Ling Qiyan was still in shock, and looked up at Wen Ying's expressionless cold face.

"You you... what are you doing?"

Ling Qiyan stretched out his hand to push him, but was held in Wen Ying's arms, motionless.

Wen Ying's face became even colder, staring at him, gritted out a voice between his teeth: "I shouldn't be the one asking you? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Ling Qiyan was very embarrassed when he was caught, but he didn't want to admit it, his eyes rolled around, and he said vaguely: "I'm looking for water, passing you, who knew you would suddenly open the door, do you want to scare people to death?"

"Would you ask someone to bring you water if you want water?" Wen Ying exposed him without any face.

Ling Qiyan blushed: "I don't blame you all, I waved everyone away, and there was no servant left in the room, so I had to do it myself if I wanted to drink water."

As he spoke, he rubbed his feet again. Although there were earth dragons, it was really uncomfortable to stand on the ground with bare feet for a long time.

Wen Ying's eyes moved down and landed on his white and delicate soles, he paused for a moment, then bent down to pick him up.

"you--"

"Don't move." Wen Ying yelled, his face sinking like water, and he was completely impatient.

Ling Qiyan shut his mouth awkwardly,...not moving if he doesn't move.

After being thrown on the couch, Wen Ying went to ask someone to bring him hot water, and only then did he have the time to turn his eyes and look at the room in the east.

This is the first time he came in here, the furnishings in the room are simple and elegant, without any bright colors, it is very different from his side.

This poor scholar really doesn't know how to enjoy life, Ling Qiyan thought in his heart, he has become a prince, and he still can't learn how to enjoy good things, it really is a waste of his status.

The servants brought in the hot water, but were sent away by Wen Ying.

Wen Ying squatted down, grabbed Ling Qiyan's feet, pressed them into the water, and rubbed the soles of his feet vigorously twice.

Ling Qiyan let out a "hiss", annoyed: "Why are you rubbing my feet again?"

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at him, and reminded in a deep voice: "Next time, don't go down to the ground with bare feet like this."

Ling Qiyan curled his lips, saying that if you don't allow it, you won't allow it, it's really lenient.

Helping him wash his feet, Wen Ying sat back on the couch, hugged Ling Qiyan's feet to his body, and took a cloth towel for him to wipe.

Wiping the toes one by one, and kneading them a few times, Ling Qiyan couldn't bear it anymore, and reached out to pat him: "Don't do it, I feel uncomfortable."

Wen Ying glanced at him sideways, let go of his feet, and leaned forward. Ling Qiyan quickly shrank back and was held down. His hot breath was on the side of his face. Wen Ying's voice was dangerous: "I don't want to be fooled by me!" , don’t come here to tease me in the middle of the night.”

"I didn't, so stop talking nonsense." Ling Qiyan argued in a low voice, but she had no confidence.

Wen Ying didn't need to say anything about his behavior, he thought it was enough, although he really just wanted to see what this man was doing on a whim.

Seeing the book next to the couch, Ling Qiyan tried to change the subject: "Aren't you still reading at this late hour, don't you want to sleep?"

"It's still early."

Wen Ying let him go, and didn't pursue the matter of what he came here for. He took half of his body and picked up the book.

Ling Qiyan breathed a sigh of relief, relying on him to fidget with the chess pieces on the low table, and casually told what he heard outside today, Wen Ying said "um" indifferently, without taking his eyes off the book in his hand Pass.

Seeing his calmness, Ling Qiyan raised his eyes in doubt: "Why are you not surprised at all, you just told your subordinates that I am your aide, and the news got out that day, don't you think it's strange?"

"What's so strange?" Wen Ying answered him casually, with a calm face, and continued to read.

"Isn't it strange?"

After Ling Qiyan finished speaking, his gaze touched Wen Ying's immobile face, and he blurted out, "Could it be that you released those rumors outside?"

Wen Ying finally raised his eyes from the book and looked at him lightly.

His eyes told Ling Qiyan that it was indeed him who did it.

"...Is there something wrong with you? You want everyone to know that I am your aide. What do you do? You also brag to others that I am talented and educated. If you are not ashamed, I will be ashamed myself."

"Are you still ashamed?" Wen Ying choked on him.

Ling Qiyan kicked someone.

"Then what identity do you want to appear in front of people? The king's prostitute?"

Ling Qiyan choked: "Aren't you, won't you let me go out?"

"When did I say I wouldn't let you go out?" Wen Ying asked coldly.

Ling Qiyan snorted, "I'm going out today, you're clearly upset, and you're looking at me with a coffin face."

Wen Ying suppressed the impatience in his voice, and asked him: "You can't drink by yourself, and you vomit every time you drink. Will you be happy when you drink up your body someday?"

Ling Qiyan was speechless, he didn't care so much about his own body, what did this person worry about so much...

Seeming to see through what he was thinking, Wen Ying rolled his eyes, this time he seemed really angry.

Ling Qiyan was inexplicably guilty, and stretched out his hand to tug on his sleeve.

Pull it, no response.

Pull again.

After three times in a row, Wen Ying turned over and pressed him down, clasped his hands and raised them above his head, staring at him.

Ling Qiyan was taken aback,...why does this man look at him with such gloomy eyes, it's so disgusting.

"In the future, don't keep talking about death," Wen Ying warned him hoarsely, "Your life is not your own, please remember this for me."

Ling Qiyan immediately became angry: "You are talking nonsense, my life is mine, what does it have to do with others? The fortune-telling old monk said that I am the lone star of Tiansha, without father, mother, wife and children, I am dead It has nothing to do with anyone!"

Wen Ying squeezed his wrist tightly, almost gnashing his teeth: "Do you think you are the lone star of the devil?"

"Anyway, it was calculated by the old monk," Ling Qiyan said bitterly, "I have such a fate, and you are not afraid of being dragged down by me. It is better for you to stay away from me."

The eyes of the person pressing him were deep, the emotions in his eyes were dark and difficult to understand, and his voice became even hoarse when he spoke again: "The old monk is right, you have no father, no mother, no wife and no children, and you don't need those people, either. It is enough for you to have me."

Ling Qiyan raised his foot and kicked: "Go away."

Wen Ying pressed one of his legs down, stared into his eyes, and said to him word by word in a deep voice: "If I really have the fate of the emperor star, even if you are the lone star of the gods, I can hold it back." You, why are you afraid that you will be dragged down?"

Ling Qiyan was stunned, there is such a saying?

His voice was low, and he muttered vaguely: "...you let me go, my hand hurts."

Wen Ying let go of his hand slowly, Ling Qiyan rubbed his red wrist, very unhappy: "Then you are not allowed to bully me again in the future."

Wen Ying ignored him, sat up and picked him up.

Ling Qiyan straddled him and tapped his shoulder: "Go away, I'm going back to my room to sleep."

"Just sleep here."

Wen Ying grabbed his hand, helped him rub his wrist, and lightened his strength.

"I don't want it," Ling Qiyan refused, "You want to mess with me again, I have to cultivate my self-cultivation, and if I do this every day, I will be squeezed dry by you."

"Don't do it," Wen Ying lowered his voice, lowered his head and kissed his wrist lightly, "I promise not to do it tonight."

"What about tomorrow?"

Wen Ying looked at him silently.

"Is it okay to do it at least three days later?" Ling Qiyan asked tentatively. He originally wanted to say five days, but after thinking about it, five days seemed a bit long, and he probably couldn't bear it.

There seemed to be more meaning in Wen Ying's eyes, Ling Qiyan was inexplicably uneasy, and he heard him throw out two words in a deep voice: "Two days."

Ling Qiyan stopped talking.

All right, just two days.

Wen Ying got up, carried him to the bed, turned off the lights and pulled down the bed curtain.

Ling Qiyan retracted into the quilt, and whispered in Wen Ying's ear: "It's so dark in your room, you'd better take back your luminous pearl, I won't take advantage of you."

Although he really wanted that, he was embarrassed to have it for himself.

"It's the same wherever you put it." Wen Ying put one hand behind his head and closed his eyes lightly.

Ling Qiyan felt a little more at ease when he heard the words, and asked again: "Can I really support an opera troupe?"

"If you want to raise it, you can raise it."

This person turned sexual?

Ling Qiyan raised his hand and poked Wen Ying's face. Wen Ying ignored him and remained motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

Ling Qiyan felt bored, turned over and pulled up the quilt.

... still not sleepy.

After changing the bed, it seems that I can't sleep anymore.

He tossed and turned, unable to sleep no matter what, finally lay down flat, with his hands in front of him, tapping each other with his fingers, and his mind wandered again.

Lonely at night, sleepless, or what to do?

After a rustling sound, Ling Qiyan leaned close to Wen Ying and blew gently on his neck: "Poor scholar, otherwise, the two days will start from tomorrow, right?"

Wen Ying slowly turned his face to the side, his eyes were extraordinarily bright in the darkness, and he didn't make a sound.

Ling Qiyan was heartbroken, stuck it up, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Wen Ying suddenly turned over.

After being bullied terribly, Ling Qiyan regretted it too much, so he could only sob in a low voice, murmuring "lighten up" in his mouth for a while, and urging "hurry up" stickyly for a while.

The spring night is long, and all the ambiguous sounds are covered behind the floor-length gauze curtain.

The author has something to say:

Why does Wen Ying like Ling Qiyan

a tame

Second, his cute personality suits Wen Ying's appetite, and Wen Ying enjoys the fun of stroking and teasing cats

[-]. Although he used to be high above others, he did not force others with power. Except for chasing Wen Ying away at the end, he has always been very kind to Wen Ying.

Why are there so many people I like?Like it is like it, I am the author, I let him like it