Wen Xiangyanyu

half a month later.

Wen Ying went to the military camp, and Ling Qiyan went to Wang Xun's theater to listen to the opera.

The matter of raising an opera troupe in the palace did not work out.

After talking about this that day, Wen Ying did ask someone to do it afterwards. Liangzhou is considered a big city, so it is natural to have a good theater troupe, not to mention that the Prince's Mansion wants to buy someone.Within two days, there was news that the people below helped them select three teams, all of whom were well-known in Liangzhou City, and invited them to see it in person.

The three theater troupes each have their own strengths, and the types of operas they sing are different. Ling Qiyan was quite satisfied after watching them. He thought about raising them together, and took turns to listen to the excitement. Wen Ying didn't say anything, and directly asked the attendants to buy them. people.

Unexpectedly, when these people entered the palace, they were restless. The three teams ran against each other and fought openly and secretly, not to mention, and the actor who thought he was good-looking became thoughtful. After stepping down from the stage, he even bribed the servants of the palace, trying to get close to hooking up with Wen Ying.

Wen Ying only punished the servants in the mansion, and then ordered the servant to bring the corner to Ling Qiyan, saying that he bought the person and let him deal with it himself.

Ling Qiyan hated him so much that he directly ordered someone to drive him out of the mansion. That character was also a bold man, seeing that his thoughts were hopeless, he had the courage to scold him in front of Ling Qiyan, saying that he was no more than It's someone who sells it, so how can you pretend to be a tiger in this palace.

Ling Qiyan laughed back angrily, and spat at the man: "Just because I look better than you, the prince has a crush on me, but not on you."

These words spread to Wen Ying's ears later, Ling Qiyan was kept out of bed for three days, full of anger and nowhere to vent, and angrily drove those troupes away.

It was only half a month before and after.

After that, if he wanted to listen to an opera again, he could only go to Wang Xun's theater garden.

Wang Xun came over to say hello in person, and smiled and handed the newly acquired good things to Ling Qiyan. Ling Qiyan glanced at it, it was a very high-quality snuff bottle, and asked casually: "Is this from Rongxiu Zhai in the capital? "

Wang Xun said with a smile, "Mr. Wen has such good eyesight that he recognized him with just one glance."

He turned over the bottom of the pot, and there was indeed Rong Xiuzhai's imprint on it.

Although Ling Qiyan doesn't smoke snuff, he likes to collect snuff bottles very much. Naturally, he knows that Rongxiu Zhai is the most famous shop in the capital, specializing in snuff bottles. the one.

"You specially asked someone to go to the capital to buy it?"

"How can that be?" Wang Xun waved his hand, "Mr. Wen doesn't know something. Here in Liangzhou City, there is also a shop specializing in snuff bottles. During this period of time, Rongxiuzhai's goods have begun to be sold. My stuff is in Got it there."

Ling Qiyan became interested when he heard the words: "Rongxiu Zhai has opened in Liangcheng?"

"That's not true. I heard that the shop is just connected with Rong Xiuzhai, and it just bought some goods and sold them."

Wang Xun casually told him what he had heard: "The owner of the shop, Mr. Wen, you have seen, the one named Zhou Shi, he went to Beijing a few days ago, and when he came back, he went to his shop This is Rongxiuzhai's product."

The speaker was unintentional, but Ling Qiyan couldn't help frowning: "I remember, this Zhou Shi seems to be the wife and brother of Fang Shixiang, the deputy commander-in-chief, right?"

He has an impression of this person, and he is also a dude. He met him once at a banquet hosted by Wang Xun before, and because of his identity, he remembered his name.

Wang Xun, who was frothing all over his mouth, was interrupted, and couldn't help being stunned: "Yes..."

Thinking of the connection, Ling Qiyan turned cold: "You mean this week, you have hooked up with Rong Xiuzhai?"

Ling Qiyan's expression made Wang Xun feel uneasy, and he didn't know what he meant, so he replied cautiously: "I had a drink with him two days ago, and he drank too much. It's really bragging like that. The things in that shop were indeed brought in from Rongxiuzhai, and this imprint cannot be faked."

Ling Qiyan stood up, left the sentence "Let's go first", and went back to the palace.

Wen Ying had just returned to the mansion, and he was in the study. When Ling Qiyan entered, he was reading the letter that had just been delivered from Beijing.

Ling Qiyan walked over and told him what he had heard from Wang Xun earlier: "The owner behind Rong Xiuzhai is the Huainan uncle's mansion, and the Huainan uncle's mansion and the Duke of Wei's mansion are related by marriage, and they are both related to Ling Qiyu. Don't you find it strange that Fang Shixiang's wife and brother went to Beijing and suddenly started business with the Huainan uncle's mansion?"

"En." Wen Ying responded lightly, without looking up from the letter in his hand.

Ling Qiyan stretched out his hand and pushed his arm: "Is that how you react?"

Wen Ying handed him the letter in his hand, and Ling Qiyan read it at a glance. It was sent by Wen Ying's cronies who stayed in Beijing. Before he actually dispatched troops, the Ministry of War had already reported him, saying that he For some time, he had been fighting hard, and without reporting to the court, there was an attempt to send troops to attack Barrington privately.

Ling Qiyan gave a "bah" sound: "These old things don't know anything else, but they are very slippery when they stumble behind their backs."

As he spoke, he pressed down the letter paper in his hand, and said angrily: "Why did the things in the northwest reach the ears of those old guys in the Ministry of War? They stretched their hands long enough... really that Fang Shi wanted to What did you do? He sued you? Is he from the prince?"

"No." Without waiting for Wen Ying to answer, Ling Qiyan denied it himself, "If he, the deputy commander in the northwest of the town, is really that bastard, that bastard wouldn't try every means to install someone to contaminate the military power. Could it be because of you? Coming to the northwest, Fang Shixiang voted for Ling Qiyu's bastard?"

Wen Ying said calmly: "Before coming here, King Jing once told me that although this person is capable, he is not open-minded. He, now that Prince Jing has resigned, he failed to get promoted to the position of the chief soldier as he wished, so he has the choice to vote for Ming Lord."

"Ling Qiyu's bastard can also be considered a master?" Ling Qiyan sneered, "Fang Shi thinks he's been kicked in the head by a donkey!"

"He is the prince." Wen Ying reminded in a deep voice.

"So what about the prince, sooner or later you have to get out."

Ling Qiyan didn't pay attention to the prince of the East Palace at all, with Wen Ying around, the position of prince, and what about the dove occupying the magpie's nest? !

Wen Ying stretched out his hand, and skillfully sat the angry Ling Qiyan on his lap, wrapped his hands around him, and rubbed his nose against his face: "Yeah."

"...um what?"

"Whatever you say."

There was a rare sense of joy in Wen Ying's voice, Ling Qiyan could hear it, stared at him curiously for a while, then turned his eyes silently,...he didn't even laugh when he was happy.

He coughed lightly and brought the topic back: "Then what should we do now? Can you still send troops? What's the emperor's attitude?"

Wen Ying showed him another piece of letter paper.

The emperor had received the secret report sent here earlier, and was very satisfied with Wen Ying's submissive attitude. Now that he heard his subordinates denounce his son, he felt suffocated. Naturally, those individuals were not pleasing to the eye, but he couldn't help Wen Ying openly. Ying talked, so he could only find a way to deal with one or two of them to make an example to others.

As for sending troops, after all, Wen Ying hadn't made a real move yet, the emperor just sent an imperial decree to remind him to use troops carefully, not to waste people and waste money, and make great achievements, and didn't say anything else.

There is no intention of pursuing accountability at all.

Seeing what was written in the letter, the emperor received Wen Ying's secret performance, and in the imperial study of Xingqing Palace sighed "My son is promising", Ling Qiyan couldn't help but click his tongue: "You have a lot of patience? Xingqing Palace Royal You can find out what the emperor did and said in the study?"

Wen Ying didn't answer, with a frank expression on his face.

Ling Qiyan felt that it was boring. He never knew how to blush when he was sour, so he might as well not say it.

But there is one thing that makes people happy, Ling Qiyan smiled triumphantly: "Ling Qiyu, that bastard is wasting his time in vain again, hehe."

Wen Ying raised his eyes indifferently, and reminded him in a cold voice: "Don't always mention his name."

Ling Qiyan choked: "I can't even scold him?"

"To shut up."

Ling Qiyan was so angry that he wanted to get up, but Wen Ying pulled him to sit down again. Wen Ying wrapped his arms around his waist and held him tightly.

"What's wrong with you?" Ling Qiyan raised his hand and poked him in the face forcefully, "Get angry at every turn, put on a coffin face, are you a doormat?"

Wen Ying frowned and pulled his hand down: "Don't make trouble."

... If you don't make trouble, you don't make trouble.

Ling Qiyan didn't bother to talk to him about this anymore, and asked again: "What does Fang Shi think? Such a restless person, how do you plan to take care of him?"

"According to what you said before, find a place to throw it where it doesn't matter, and just don't get in the way."

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid that he will trip you up again?"

Wen Ying shook his head slightly, and Ling Qiyan immediately understood: "That's true, since he voted for that dog Ling Qiyu, he must do something for that dog to show his value. The more things he does, the more he and that dog will The easier it is to grasp the handle, let him jump around first."

Wen Ying lowered his voice and reminded him again: "Don't mention other people's names."

Ling Qiyan kicked him, finally stood up, patted his sleeves and left.

After dinner, Wen Ying led Ling Qiyan out while it was still dark.

After getting in the car, Ling Qiyan asked him casually: "It's getting dark here, what are you going out for?"

"Go outside for a walk."

The car went all the way to the southwest of the city. Ling Qiyan looked out of the window curiously. Most of the people living in the southwest were poor people, and it was a place where fish and dragons mixed together. He followed Wang Xun from time to time in this cool city, but he didn't come. After passing this area, Wen Ying didn't let him come. He has been here for more than three months, and this is the first time he has set foot here.

They came out in low clothes, with only a few guards, even so, when the carriage stopped and got off outside those winding alleys, it was still very eye-catching, although no one dared to look at them wantonly.

Wen Ying motioned to Ling Qiyan: "Let's go."

Ling Qiyan became more and more confused, so he asked him as he walked, "What did you bring me here for?"

Wen Ying didn't explain, and walked forward for a while. After making seven turns and eight turns, he stopped outside a very inconspicuous small courtyard.

The guards behind them knocked on the door, a boy came out, and greeted them respectfully, an old man with gray temples and stooped back came out, and wanted to worship Wen Ying, but he stopped him and asked, "Are you ready? "

"Okay, okay, please trouble your Highness to make this trip in person."

The old man was terrified, and went to hold out the thing. It was a sword. Wen Ying took it, handed it to Ling Qiyan, and raised his jaw slightly: "Look."

Ling Qiyan took it hesitantly. The sword was not heavy, but the texture looked very good. The black gold scabbard was introverted and luxurious, and the hilt was inlaid with rare golden sand obsidian, like a golden eye, which was faintly visible under the candlelight, and it was extremely gorgeous.

He held it in his hand and fondled it for a while, then slowly pulled it out.

The blade was sharp and shone with a cold light, it really was a good sword.

"do you like it?"

Ling Qiyan nodded subconsciously, looked up at Wen Ying: "Where did this come from?"

"It was cast for you, you can keep it."

Ling Qiyan opened his mouth, and without waiting for him to say anything, Wen Ying had already signaled someone to pay the money, and then said to the old man: "Go to the palace tomorrow, and the king will ask someone to arrange an errand for you."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and thanked him excitedly.

Coming out of the alley, Ling Qiyan shook the sword in his hand happily, and bumped Wen Ying with his elbow: "Is this sword specially made for me?"

"Well, if you want to go to the battlefield with me, you must have something to defend yourself."

Wen Ying's tone was flat, but Ling Qiyan listened very comfortably, and asked him casually: "What does the old man do? Such a good sword, why do you ask people from this kind of place to forge it?"

"He used to be a famous craftsman in the capital city. He was best at forging swords. He was recruited by the Ministry of Industry. Later, he was implicated in some incidents and exiled here."

Ling Qiyan thought that he had never heard of such a person, but he would not have cared about such a small person before: "Then how did you find him?"

Wen Ying rolled his eyes and didn't answer.

From the first day here, he wanted to forge a sword for Ling Qiyan, and after many inquiries, he found out that there was such a person hiding in Liangcheng.

Ling Qiyan knew that he had such a problem, and he often stopped talking halfway. He was used to it, and he was too lazy to argue with him. He reached out and touched the sword on his waist: "Your imperial sword is given to you by the emperor. Well, mine doesn't seem to be worse than yours."

"This imperial sword was also made by that person just now."

No wonder.

Ling Qiyan took a closer look at his and his own, and felt that his own was still the most beautiful.

So he also put the sword on his waist: "Thank you, I will wear it every day from now on."

His eyes are smiling and flamboyant, setting off the city lights behind him.

Wen Ying stopped in his tracks and just looked at him silently, his eyes gradually softened.

Three years ago, this man gave himself the dagger given to him by others, and now he has returned him a carefully crafted sword. I only wish him happiness and happiness.

On the return journey, Ling Qiyan quickly yawned and lay down in Wen Ying's arms with his new baby in his hands.

Closing his eyes, in a daze, he muttered in a low voice: "Poor scholar, you gave me such a treasure, and I have to pay you back, otherwise, wouldn't I take advantage of you?"

"No need." Wen Ying leaned against the wall of the car, stroking his cheek with one hand.

"Don't, what are you doing politely with me, I have a lot of good things, you can choose whatever you want."

Wen Ying ignored him.

After not hearing anything for a long time, Ling Qiyan raised his eyes to look at Wen Ying. From this angle, he could only see the arc of his firm jaw.

Ling Qiyan let out a "huh", and after hesitating for a while, he took off the white jade wrench on his right thumb, took Wen Ying's hand, and stuffed it into his hand: "This is for you."

Wen Ying slowly tightened his hand and then let go, hoarse: "No need."

"Why not?" Ling Qiyan thought of something after saying that, and dragged his voice, "Are you still angry that I gave you the finger ring that I gave you back then and gave it to someone else, causing you to be dismissed?"

"It's been so long, don't be so stingy."

"You have to think, if it wasn't for that, you wouldn't have gone to the battlefield, and you wouldn't have met Prince Jing. Maybe we haven't changed our identities now, so you wouldn't be in a worse situation."

"After all, I actually helped you, right?"

"...This is not the original finger wrenching. It's a big deal. I won't give other people things randomly in the future, so don't be angry."

Ling Qiyan's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and the last sentence was like a dream, and he almost fell asleep. He didn't care if Wen Ying wanted it or not. Without waiting to let go, he just held his hand and fell into a deep sleep.

Wen Ying lowered his eyes, stared at the finger wrench for a moment, and then fell on the jade-like face in his arms.

After a while, he bent down, and a light kiss fell on Ling Qiyan's forehead.