Wen Xiangyanyu

into the night.

Clusters of bonfires were lit in the camp, and the smell of meat was overflowing.

Ling Qiyan sat on the open space outside the coach's tent, looking at the night sky with his head propped up in one hand, and holding a flagon in the other hand, pouring a sip into his mouth from time to time, feeling very comfortable.

Wen Ying was beside him, grilling meat for him with his own hands.

"Drink less wine, and eat meat first to pad your stomach."

Wen Ying handed over the piece of meat, Ling Qiyan looked at him and smiled: "No one else has alcohol, but I have it, so am I breaking the military regulations?"

"My words here are military regulations." Wen Ying didn't take it seriously, and stabbed a piece of barbecue with a dagger and brought it to his mouth.

Ling Qiyan ate it with his hands, and the smile in his eyes became wider: "His Royal Highness is so domineering."

My words are military rules, and he likes to hear them.

Wen Ying still had that indifferent face, without even laughing: "How does it taste?"

Ling Qiyan smacked his lips: "Not bad."

He took the food plate and ate it bite by bite.

Wen Ying also picked up the jug of wine, poured a sip into his mouth, and filled two bowls of steaming mutton soup. Ling Qiyan took it, tasted it, and gave him a thumbs up.

Wen Ying nodded: "You eat more."

Ling Qiyan bumped his arm with a smile: "Poor scholar, don't be so bored, talk to me more, when you joined the army, did you eat these things on the battlefield?"

"If you win a battle, you will have it. The more enemies you kill, the more wine and meat you will get. I can get the biggest portion every time." Wen Ying really said a few more words, his tone was flat, and it was obviously a show off. When it came out of his mouth, it seemed as if it should be so, it was justified.

"Then you are really powerful. You were powerful when you were a soldier, and even more powerful when you became a general. Afterwards, you will be the most powerful when you become an emperor."

Ling Qiyan flattered him indiscriminately, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of light, her smile was brighter than the stars in the night sky.

Looking at him, Wen Ying rolled his throat, raised his head and poured the wine into his mouth, gulping it down.

Ling Qiyan moved closer and continued to tease him.

They had a conversation, Wen Qing followed Zheng Mu and sat down by the bonfire, Wen Ying signaled them to take care of themselves, so they let go of their restraint, drank and ate.

Zheng Mu took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and reported to Wen Ying, saying that the rescued Dacheng people had been temporarily appeased, and a military doctor was sent to see them, and hot meals and dishes were also delivered: "I don't know what happened after that How are they going to be accommodated?"

"Let them go back and forth wherever they come from, and ask the local officials to settle them properly. If anyone is unwilling to go back to their place of origin, let Vice President Zhang resettle them nearby. Remember to screen them again, and don't get caught in the net."

Zheng Mu took the order.

Seeing Wen Qing eating in silence with his head down, Ling Qiyan put his head on his hands and asked him with a smile: "Why don't you talk, you kid? You are quite courageous. You dared to rush to the forefront the first time you went into battle, and you behaved well." That's right, His Highness also said that he would give you a promotion."

Wen Ying glanced at Ling Qiyan, but didn't expose him. He didn't mention Wen Qing's promotion at all. It was clear that Ling Qiyan said this on purpose to help this kid discuss his official position with him.

Before coming here, Wen Qing was gearing up and took the initiative to invite Ying to fight in person. Wen Ying let him join the vanguard army. Now that Luo Ta's troops have been taken down, this kid looked a little sullen and didn't say much.

After being silent for a while, Wen Qing said in a muffled voice: "I didn't kill any of the Luota soldiers, all I killed were civilians, so I shouldn't judge meritorious deeds."

Knowing that this kid was making a fuss, Ling Qiyan taught him: "What's wrong with killing civilians? All those people have the blood of the people of the Dacheng Dynasty on their hands. No one is innocent. Go ask the adults who were rescued." , How many of their families died at the hands of the Luota people? Did any of the civilians you mentioned ever feel guilty about these people? Why do you have to sympathize with them. "

Wen Qing lowered his head: "I didn't sympathize with them, I just..."

"What is it? Seeing that people have killed too many people, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Wen Qing shut his mouth, not daring to answer, Wen Ying said in a deep voice, "On the battlefield, tens of thousands of people, even 10,000+ people, are nothing. Since you have come with me, you have to get used to it."

Wen Qing replied: "I know, it won't be like this in the future."

"From tomorrow onwards, you will be Xiaoqi, not a formal military position, but you have ten people under your command, and you will take it step by step in the future."

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and he hurriedly thanked Wen Ying for his kindness.

Ling Qiyan snorted and smiled, that's all, Xiaoqi will be Xiaoqi.

A few people continued to eat and drink, probably because they felt that the atmosphere between Wen Ying and Ling Qiyan was too weird. Both Zheng Mu and Wen Qing couldn't sit still, and they found excuses to go elsewhere after a while, and they were the only ones left here. two.

Ling Qiyan took a sip of wine, pouted his lips at Wen Qing's back, and said vaguely to Wen Ying: "Your brother looks tall and big, but he is still kind of compassionate. He is really different from you, and he is clearly the same. Raised, why is the gap so big, fortunately you are still the one who is used to reading sage books."

He drank too much again and started talking nonsense.

Wen Ying caressed the red glow on his face, his eyes dimmed slightly: "You think I'm cruel?"

Ling Qiyan shook his head: "You will be the emperor in the future, so be more ruthless."

He laughed again as he spoke, stretched out his hand and touched his chest, and muttered: "You look so good at murdering people. When I saw you, I jumped around here. It's so strange."

Wen Ying looked at him silently, there was some emotion hidden under the calm appearance in his eyes, which was surging fiercely, and his fingers were still stroking his cheeks.

Ling Qiyan didn't realize it, shook his head for a while, and seemed to think of something, raised his eyes and looked at Wen Ying: "No, I was wrong just now, Wen Qing is my younger brother, mine, I am the Wen family."

Wen Ying said "um", "It's mine too."

"Why is it yours? Aren't you taking advantage of me?"

Ling Qiyan refused, eyes dimmed, and stretched out his hand to poke Wen Ying's shoulder: "Don't take advantage of me."

Wen Ying grabbed his hand and kissed him: "I also have more than 20 younger brothers and sisters, and they are all your younger brothers and sisters, so you have not suffered."

"I don't want it," Ling Qiyan curled her lips when she heard the words, "They are all the emperor's sons and daughters, what have they got to do with me, especially Ling Qiyu's bastard, it's too annoying, I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes Been his brother for 20 years."

"...Xiao Liu is fine. When I left the capital, he even gave me a box of treasures. If the empress knew about it, she would be so pissed off, hehe."

"Well, I remembered. My cheap mother is pregnant with your father's child. If she gives birth, she will be my brother and your brother."

"Well," Wen Ying asked quietly, "are you happy?"

Ling Qiyan nodded vigorously: "Happy, I wish that my cheap mother would have a son. It would be best to have a son. After giving birth to a son, I would be mad at those who bullied me before."

Wen Ying didn't answer any more, and gave him some barbecued meat, handed it over, and said in a low voice, "Let's eat."

Ling Qiyan burped: "I can't eat anymore, I'm so tired."

He drank the last sip of wine in the jug, and asked Wen Yingchou, "I want more wine."

"Don't drink."

"I want."

"No."

"You are so annoying." After Ling Qiyan complained, he tilted his head and fell on Wen Ying's shoulder, laying his pillow on him, and did not move.

There was still half of the pot of wine in Wen Ying's hand, and he drank it slowly without making a sound.

Ling Qiyan raised her eyelids, looked at his Adam's apple sliding up and down close at hand, unconsciously licked her lips, moved closer, and bit it lightly.

Wen Ying stopped swallowing, and asked hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

Ling Qiyan stuck out the tip of her tongue, licked the place where he had bitten, and laughed again.

Wen Ying lowered his head and grabbed his lips.

The wine was mixed with saliva and pushed between the lips and teeth, Ling Qiyan was dazzled, swallowed continuously, and limply collapsed in Wen Ying's arms.

In a daze, remembering that this is outside the camp, there may be patrols passing by at any time, and Wen Ying's subordinates may come over, Ling Qiyan suddenly came back to his senses, pushed Wen Ying to get up from him, most of the wine was already sober, He stared at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying poured the last bit of wine in the jug into his mouth, and said calmly, "You came here by yourself."

……never mind.

He ignored the well-dressed animal, and finished another half bowl of mutton soup. Finally, he licked his lips and said to Wen Ying, "I remembered. I said in the afternoon that I wanted to see the horses. Take me to have a look."

Wen Ying frowned: "I won't watch it in the middle of the night, I'll go tomorrow."

Ling Qiyan refused, and grabbed his sleeve: "I'm going, I'm going now."

The corners of his eyes were flushed, like anger or resentment, he was very attractive but he didn't know it.

Wen Ying looked at him, got up after a while: "Let's go."

They went to the racecourse together. The horses raised by the Luota people are all fierce horses, wild and unruly, but their appearance is very good.

Maybe Wen Ying approached the horses and asked someone to pick out a few good horses, put on the reins, and lead them to them.

Ling Qiyan took a closer look, and suddenly stopped. The horse in front of him was golden all over, with strong and straight limbs. The fine fur was as moist as silk and jewels in the firelight. He had never seen such a beautiful horse. , even the tribute horses sent to Beijing from Mobei in the past are not comparable to it.

Even the emperor's most cherished royal horse is far inferior to it.

Ling Qiyan swallowed his saliva, stepped forward, reached out to touch, the horse seemed to glance at him, raised its forelegs and kicked.

Wen Ying's expression changed suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to pull Ling Qiyan. Ling Qiyan turned away quickly and laughed: "I like this temper, boy, I can't cure you anymore? Hmph."

He rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward again, becoming more interested and eager to conquer the horse.

The soldier leading the horse quickly stabilized the horse and reminded him in a low voice: "Mr. Wen, this is a mare."

"Mares are better, I just like mare goblins!"

Unaware of Wen Ying's gloomy expression for a moment, Ling Qiyan stepped on the stirrup, and without waiting for the little goblin to refuse, he simply jumped onto the horse and pulled the reins.

The horse was very irritable, jumping high on all fours, swaying left and right and turning around in circles, trying to throw off the person on its back, but the soldiers who were pulling it had already been thrown aside, Wen Ying frowned, ready to go up to rescue people at any time , but saw that Ling Qiyan manipulated the rein with ease, not only did not show the slightest panic, but also laughed and twitched the horsewhip, playing and teasing his little goblin.

One man and one horse fought for nearly a quarter of an hour, the little goblin was finally defeated, fell to the ground on all fours after a sharp neigh, and lowered its head humming, letting Ling Qiyan lie on it and pull its mane, completely honest.

Ling Qiyan clung to its ear, said something, then sat up straight, and smiled triumphantly at Wen Ying who was standing in front of him.

Wen Yingyu's frowned eyebrows slowly relaxed, looking at his extraordinarily ostentatious smiling face under the light, he couldn't move his eyes for a long time.

Ling Qiyan was tired from playing, and finally wanted to get off the horse. Wen Ying stepped forward and reached out to catch him when he jumped off.

Ling Qiyan fell into his arms on purpose, and then jumped back with a smile. Wen Ying lowered his voice and asked him, "Did you pick it? Do you want this one?"

"Yeah!" Ling Qiyan was very happy, turned around and patted his horse, "From now on, you will be called Little Fairy."

Wen Ying didn't say any more, and only ordered his personal guards to pick out another ten good horses and send them to the emperor in the capital, and distribute the rest to the lieutenants.

Back in the tent, Ling Qiyan's excitement passed, and he was so sleepy that he started yawning, collapsed into the couch and didn't want to move anymore.

Wen Ying picked him up and helped him take off his clothes. Ling Qiyan lay on him in a daze, letting him serve her.

Wen Ying asked someone to bring hot water, wiped his face with a wet handkerchief, put him in his arms, grabbed his feet, and took off his shoes and socks.

The white jade tied with a red string dangled on his right ankle. Wen Ying stared at it for a moment, then lowered his head, and kissed lightly on the ankle bone next to the jade.

Ling Qiyan shrank her feet subconsciously and opened her eyes: "What are you doing..."

Wen Ying squatted down, pressed his feet into the hot water, and scratched the soles of his feet.

Ling Qiyan hissed softly, and mumbled: "Don't do it."

"That horse is so strong, who allowed you to jump on it suddenly?" Wen Ying asked coldly.

Ling Qiyan raised his wet foot and kicked him, regaining consciousness: "Are you annoying? I'm fine. How could I go up if I'm not sure? I'm sorry for my life."

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at him, and Ling Qiyan snorted and said, "You don't believe me? You look down on me so much? I was a prince for the first 20 years, and I learned everything I should learn. Well, when I learned to ride a horse, you were afraid I haven't even touched a horse's butt."

"Ah."

"What's um?" Ling Qiyan was annoyed.

Wen Ying pinched his ankle lightly: "You are amazing."

Ling Qiyan: "..."

Didn't feel flattered at all.

"It's you, I just wanted to ask, why don't you pick a horse, you just want to please your father, why do you give him so many good horses, maybe he will pick two good horses if he changes hands Ling Qiyu, that bastard."

"No, I'm nostalgic, and don't mention other people's names."

Ling Qiyan choked.

He pulled back his feet angrily, took a cloth towel and wiped it quickly, then threw it casually, rolled back into the quilt, and raised the quilt.

Wen Ying didn't bother with him, and asked the servant to come in to help him wash and change his clothes, then turned off the light, sat on the couch, and lifted a corner of the quilt.

After a rustling sound, Ling Qiyan was pressed into his arms.

Ling Qiyan turned over, buried her head in his arms, and changed into a comfortable position.

"Why did you name the horse Little Fairy?" Wen Ying's deep voice rang in his ears.

Ling Qiyan closed his eyes and muttered: "A little goblin is a goblin, I just like this name, what's wrong, don't call it a little goblin, then call you a little goblin? No, you are a male goblin, the kind that can suck blood from people. "

"Change your name."

"No, no change, no negotiation."

"What did you tell it earlier?"

Ling Qiyan let out an "oh", wondering why this man would break the casserole and ask the end of what he said to the horse. Handsome boy, it earned."

The arm around his waist tightened suddenly, Ling Qiyan stretched out his foot and kicked the person: "What are you doing?"

He opened his eyes, only to see Wen Ying's burning eyes staring at him in the darkness.

"You are not allowed to say such nonsense with others in the future." Wen Ying reminded him in a deep voice.

Ling Qiyan was very speechless: "That's a beast, it's not a human."

"It's the same with animals."

Kicking him again, Ling Qiyan turned his back, leaving only his butt for him, so angry.

... I haven't seen anyone who cares about animals, his brain is really sick.

Drowsiness hit him, and his eyelids drooped quickly.

The breathing of the people around him gradually became heavier, Wen Ying took him back into his arms again, and closed his eyes lightly.