Wen Xiangyanyu

In late May, the Guozijian was on field leave for a period of one month. Wen Ying did not return to his hometown, and there was not much time left before Qiuwei. Now all his thoughts are on scientific examinations.

In the hot summer, Ling Qiyan became more and more lazy, even less interested in going out to play with the gang of dandies. He had nothing to do in the palace all day long, and his only pleasure was thinking about how to abduct Wen Ying to bed.

The more honest Wen Ying was to him, the more he scratched his head, trying to get someone into his hands.

Every evening, Ling Qi banquet summons Wen Ying to the main courtyard to accompany him to have dinner. Even though this kid pretends to be respectful in front of him most of the time, he has never felt that kind of expression when facing him. Fear, or flattery, this is why Ling Qiyan is willing to look at him high.

It's always good if you don't eat your mouth. It's fresh and hot, and you always have Ling Qiyan.

After dinner, Ling Qiyan still insisted on letting Wen Ying go, asking him to play chess and drink tea with him.

"Students have to go back to study, and another day..."

"No, just today," Ling Qiyan rebuffed straight away, "You have been reading books all day in the den, and you have to hang yourself to catch your breath, so let's rest."

Wen Ying had no choice but to agree.

Speaking of playing chess, His Royal Highness Prince Yu was not in a good manner. From time to time, he stretched out his hand across the chessboard to tease Wen Ying, or rubbed his feet vaguely.

Wen Ying was calm and composed. He was very used to Ling Qiyan's constant harassment by various small movements, and he avoided it without showing any signs of expression.

The more serious he is, the more fun Ling Qiyan finds, he doesn't get annoyed by repeated rejections, and has more patience with him.

Ling Qiyan took a sip of tea and looked at the face that was becoming more and more beautiful under the candlelight opposite him. His heart was itchy and he had nothing to say: "Why don't you go back to your hometown during the field vacation? Jizhou is not far away. Don't you need to do farming at home?" ? Parents have to go and see each other, right?"

Wen Ying insisted on the chess pieces, and said indifferently: "The student's father is Orion, who passed away a few years ago, and the student's mother... She ran away with someone when the student was very young."

Ling Qiyan was speechless, is it so miserable?

"Then where did Shu Xiu, your student, come from?"

"When my father was still there, I relied on his hunting to barely support him. In the next few years, I relied on an old gentleman from the same village to support me."

A nobleman like Ling Qiyan, who was born with gold and jade, couldn't imagine Wen Ying's life these days. He was used to being heartless and didn't have much empathy. The king said, how good it is for you to follow this king, and if you follow this king, you will be indispensable for eating and drinking."

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at him, no emotion could be seen in his dark pupils, Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "Is what I said wrong?"

"Your Highness has His Highness's reasons, and students also have students' reasons. There is nothing right or wrong."

What words!Talking to this kind of scholar is tiring, going around and beating around the bush, Ling Qiyan became a little angry for a while, and threw away the chess pieces in his hand.

"I can't take it anymore, my king's back hurts, you come and give me a massage."

His Royal Highness King Yu, who is always in pain or that pain, is very delicate, and then he has to massage him by himself, often after a few times, he will start to move his hands and feet, it is like this every time.

Wen Ying endured the unhappiness in his heart, got up and walked to Ling Qiyan's side, sat down by the couch, and put his hands on his back.

Ling Qiyan was lying on the couch, following the movements of Wen Ying's hand, he hummed loudly, and after a few presses, he began to be dishonest, and touched Wen Ying's hand with his backhand, pinching and kneading again.

Wen Ying withdrew his hand to divert Ling Qiyan's attention, and asked him, "Why hasn't Your Highness gone out to play these days?"

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised when he heard the words, propped his head on one hand, and turned to look at him: "Do you want to go out to play with me?"

Wen Ying lowered his eyes: "The student said it casually."

Ling Qiyan tapped his chin and thought for a while: "Two days ago, Zhang Yuan and the others also said that they would hold a polo match, okay, if you want to play, this king will take you to see it."

Wen Ying didn't answer any more, focused on his subordinates' work, and calmly avoided Ling Qiyan's constant teasing.

Two days later, Ling Qiyan took Wen Ying out of the mansion to the polo field in the north of the capital.

The rich and powerful families of the Dacheng Dynasty loved to play polo. The polo field in the north of the city was the largest in Beijing, and the emperor would occasionally come here to have fun.

Ling Qiyan appeared, and people came to greet him from time to time, and invited him to sit at the place with the best view.

Wen Ying followed Ling Qiyan, and after Ling Qiyan sat down, he knelt down by the table and poured tea and wine for him.

Ling Qiyan glanced around, and when his eyes fell on a certain place, he couldn't help frowning, and called Zhang Yuan over to ask, "Why are those people from Duke Wei's mansion here?"

Zhang Yuan explained embarrassingly: "Your Highness, today's polo club is hosted by Grand Duke Hua Ying. Her old man sent invitations widely, and everyone who can come will come today."

"Why doesn't this king know?"

Zhang Yuan was very helpless: "The eldest princess should send someone to send invitations to Your Highness."

Princess Huaying is the person who loves Ling Qiban the most besides the Queen Mother, so this kind of activity will naturally not miss his nephew's share. Jiang Lin on the side explained embarrassingly: "Your Highness, that day the servant brought the invitation card to You see, I even reported it to you."

But at that time, you were drunk, and you were in a daze around the poor scholar beside you, talking nonsense, and you didn't listen to what others were saying at all.

Jiang Lin didn't have the guts to say these few words.

All right, we're here anyway, we can't just go around those people in Duke Wei's mansion just because we're tired of them, it should be them if we want to go around.

"Where's my aunt? Why didn't I see her?"

Jiang Lin replied: "The eldest princess said that she would come later and let everyone play first."

On the other side, Shen Xingyao, the son of the Duke of Wei, was also leading a group of people, enjoying himself. He cocked his feet and tilted his body, holding a beautiful girl in his arms, snuffing snuff comfortably, and by the way, facing the audience who was going on It's a joy to comment on the polo game.

Until someone reminded him: "My lord, Prince Yu is here, do you want to say hello?"

"What's there to do?" Shen Xingyao didn't care, "That big cousin doesn't want to see this son, so why bother to go up to make trouble, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will follow the Eldest Princess soon, what is His Royal Highness Prince Yu?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Ling Qiyan inadvertently, and noticed that Wen Ying, who was kneeling and serving Ling Qiyan, immediately turned cold, raised his chin, and asked the people around him: "Isn't that the poor scholar?" ? When did you catch up with King Yu?"

Immediately someone told him: "Hey, I heard that a few days ago, I followed Zhang Yuan and his group to the Yuwang Mansion, and was favored and favored by Yu Wang. I moved to Yuwang Mansion before the Dragon Boat Festival."

Shen Xingyao's complexion became more and more ugly when he heard the words. He tried his best to get Wen Ying, but that kid never gave him a good face, so that he was taught by those old men in the academy. He went to live in his grandfather's house in the south for a month or so, and when he came back, the boy went to offer himself to King Yu.

The flesh flew from the mouth, how can I not make people angry, but that person is Ling Qiyan, if it were someone else, he would definitely give him a good look!

But having said that, no one in the Guozijian knew that the son of Wei Guogong fell in love with Wen Ying, and only Ling Qiyan dared to openly pry his corner.

Squinting his eyes and staring at the two for a while, seeing Wen Ying pouring tea and water for Ling Qiyan graciously, Shen Xing Yao became more and more annoyed as he watched, pushed away the beauty in his arms, and stood up.

Shen Xingyao came over to say hello to Ling Qiyan, Ling Qiyan's face was cold, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "You blocked me from watching the polo match."

The empress doesn't like him as the eldest son, and even the Shen family members only look up to the crown prince Ling Qiyu, and don't put him in the eyes of the eldest son of the emperor, it's no wonder that Ling Qiyan has a good impression of them.

Shen Xingyao glanced at Wen Ying, Wen Ying's expression was calm, he didn't look at him, and only focused on serving Ling Qiyan.

"When did Your Highness accept this little Wen Ying?" Shen Xingyao stared at Wen Ying, his words were more meaningful.

"I can accept whoever I want, and I don't need to report to you," Ling Qiyan pouted with distaste, "Stay away from me, because you smell of stinky smoke, which is suffocating me."

The expression on Shen Xingyao's face was slightly stiff, only Ling Qi would say such a thing so bluntly, without showing any face to others.

Snuff is an imported product. After it was introduced into the Dacheng Dynasty, it was quickly sought after by many dignitaries. Not to mention these noble officials, even the emperor would take a sip when he was in the mood. Ling Qiyan hated this smell very much, so Zhang Yuan and others never smoked it in front of him.

Shen Xingyao sullenly said: "Your Highness, you know that this Wen Ying is the person I have my eyes on first. Your Highness just snatched it, isn't it good?"

Ling Qiyan seemed to be listening to a joke, and looked at him mockingly: "If you rob it, you rob it, how do you treat it?"

Shen Xingyao was about to say more, but Ling Qiyan raised his hand, and the guards of the palace behind him had already stepped forward. It seemed that if Shen Xingyao got annoyed any longer, he would directly drive them away.

Shen Xingyao gritted his teeth, surrounded by eyes, he clenched his fists hard, finally swallowed his breath, turned and left.

After Shen Xingyao got out, Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying in a blink of an eye, and teased him: "Wen Xiao is really a troublesome man."

Wen Ying peeled off a piece of orange and put it in the bowl in front of Ling Qiyan silently.

Ling Qiyan looked at him with a smile, and threw the orange into his mouth: "Why, what the king said is wrong?"

Wen Ying didn't answer, and asked him another matter: "Your Highness, don't you smoke snuff?"

"Don't smoke, it stinks to death." Ling Qiyan said in disgust.

"...Students saw a lot of snuff bottles on the museum shelf in your room."

"Looks good, it's just for decoration." Ling Qiyan replied casually.

Wen Ying thought for a while, and then asked, "Mr. Zhang Lang of the Marquis of Xian'an, do they smoke?"

Ling Qiyan looked at him strangely: "Are you very interested in this matter?"

Wen Ying lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Students are free to ask."

Ling Qiyan vaguely felt weird, and wanted to say something more, suddenly there was a commotion at the entrance of the stadium, and Princess Huaying came.

Along with him was His Royal Highness Ling Qiyu, the crown prince.

Seeing Ling Qiyu's figure appear, Ling Qiyan's face darkened instantly.