Wen Xiangyanyu

The next day, Ling Qiyan went out again.

He couldn't stay idle and always wanted to go out to play. There were still half of the shops on that street yesterday, so Wen Ying went outside again while Wen Ying was busy with business.

The streets became more and more lively day by day. Seeing Da Chengbing appear, those Barrington people were afraid, but they were no longer as evasive as they were when they first entered the city. Even when Ling Qiyan walked into a fur shop to see When the goods were delivered, some people took the initiative to ask to see them.

The visitor was a man in his thirties with a simple and honest face. He introduced himself as a harness seller in the opposite shop, and asked Ling Qiyan flatteringly if he could return the dagger that was confiscated to him.

This man knew a lot of words, and said to Ling Qiyan cautiously: "As long as the handle and scabbard are enough, that short knife is very important to the villain, can you please be lenient and return it to the villain?"

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised when he heard the words. After the Dacheng soldiers entered the city, they handed over all the sharp weapons in the hands of these civilians. This was the first one who dared to ask for it.

Moreover, this person seemed to see that Ling Qiyan was good-looking, and he didn't look like a soldier, so he thought he was easy to talk, so he went to him directly.

Ling Qiyan didn't immediately say yes or no, but asked: "What's the use of removing the blade and leaving only the handle and scabbard? Why do you have to take it back?"

The man's dark face turned red, and he explained in a stuttering manner that the dagger was a token of love given to him by his wife before he got married. He had always carried it with him for so many years and never left him. I want to keep the scabbard and handle as a souvenir.

"Love token?" Ling Qiyan suddenly became interested, someone sent a knife as a token of love?

The man blushed and said, "It's the custom here in Barrington. The short knife that you wear with you is only given to the person you admire. If the one who receives the knife accepts it, it means that you have responded to the other party's love. You can't even die with a knife." Get away."

The guard who could speak Barrington knew a lot of customs here, and explained to Ling Qiyan: "The Barrington people do have such a custom. They don't use swords, they are used to using knives, and giving each other short knives is friendship. Profound performance, men and women are more often used as tokens of love, men can give women, and some women give men, not only here, but also the tribes in Mobei have this custom."

Ling Qiyan was surprised when he heard it, and his thoughts changed, and he suddenly remembered that when Jiang Rong went to Beijing, he also gave him a dagger that he wore with him...

At that time, he only thought that the knife was sharp and beautiful, so he happily took it away, and then gave it to Wen Ying. What about the knife in the back?

I don't remember, it seems to have disappeared, or maybe it was taken away by Wen Ying?

So why did Jiang Rong send him a knife?It is clear that they only drank wine twice at that time, and it was only a few encounters. If you say that the friendship is deep, it is really not considered.

Ling Qiyan thought about it, but still didn't understand, so he couldn't figure it out, so he simply put it to the back of his mind, didn't ask any more questions, and ordered someone to take the man to get the knife.

He didn't go back to the palace until noon.

Wen Ying wasn't there, he left the city early this morning to go to the military camp, and probably won't be back until the evening.

After taking a nap after lunch, Shen Shiling Qiyan went out again, riding his little fairy outside for a walk.

Later, he simply left the city. The little goblin was wild and unruly, and he was really aggrieved by being locked up in the city. Ling Qiyan led it to the pasture outside the city.

After running back and forth for nearly a hundred miles, the little goblin finally felt happy, and stopped by a stream to eat the plump water plants. Ling Qiyan jumped off immediately, with a grass in his mouth, and sat down by the stream.

The sky is full of evening clouds, and the setting sun melts gold, just when the sun is setting.

Ling Qiyan stretched lazily.

He likes to be lively. When he was a prince in the past, he was always surrounded by a bunch of dudes to flatter him. Now that he is here, he is really bored, but he seems to be used to it, and he can still enjoy himself,... If that coffin If you can spend more time with your face, it would be even better to play with him.

Thinking of Wen Ying, Ling Qiyan was a little dazed again, Wen Ying's handsome face that never laughed at all but was exceptionally good-looking appeared in his mind, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

When he was in a daze with his head propped up, there was a sound of horseshoes behind him. Ling Qiyan came back to his senses and stood up, subconsciously grasped the hilt of his sword, looked up, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw clearly who was coming.

Jiang Rong jumped off his horse, but he was also alone.

"I saw His Highness from a distance just now, and I thought I was wrong. Why is Your Highness here alone?" Jiang Rong stepped forward.

"Come out for a walk," Ling Qiyan shook his head slightly, "King Khan forgot again, I am no longer His Highness."

Jiang Rong looked at him and said hesitantly: "Last year, the news that His Royal Highness King Suiyu died suddenly and that His Majesty newly recognized the eldest son of the emperor spread to Mobei. I sent someone to Beijing to inquire about the whole story. At that time, I really thought that His Highness has passed away."

Ling Qiyan leaned on his horse and smiled: "You guessed it, what are you talking about?"

"...I didn't expect such a ridiculous thing to happen to the royal family."

"I didn't expect that either," Ling Qiyan said indifferently, "but it's nothing, it's just a change of identity, and it's more comfortable now."

Jiang Rong didn't think so. He looked at Ling Qiyan, who was grinning and laughing in front of him, and remembered that high-spirited, arrogant and arrogant His Royal Highness King Yu when he first met in Shangjing that day. There is indeed a difference.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Rong lowered his voice and said, "Prince and prince are different from ordinary people after all."

Ling Qiyan didn't take it seriously: "Of course it's different, but it's fine as it is now."

He couldn't tell what was good about it, he just felt that it was really good as it is now.

Jiang Rong stared into his eyes, Ling Qiyan's eyes showed no resentment, he really didn't care.

Jiang Rong was in a complicated mood, hesitated again and again, and asked him again: "Are you an aide in the Prince's Mansion now? Have you planned for the future? You can't go out of office to become an official because of your status, but you can't be an aide for a lifetime."

"What kind of official?" Ling Qiyan said with a smile, "If you ask me to be an official, I won't be."

As for the future, let's talk about it later, he didn't bother to think so much.

"In the future, if you can't stay in the Prince's Mansion any longer, come to the Ministry of Assassination, and I will regard you as a guest of honor."

Jiang Rong's eyes were deep, and he spoke very sincerely. Ling Qiyan was taken aback for a moment, and he seemed to understand the unspoken emotions in this person's eyes.

……really?

It turned out that this person gave him a knife back then, but he really meant that?

Why do these two have such thoughts on him, so what?

Ling Qiyan was speechless.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was all because of his mother who gave him this troublesome face.

But no matter what this Jiang Rong was thinking, Ling Qiyan hurriedly said: "Don't say this in the future, especially don't say it in front of King Yi. He won't even let me go to Jiangnan. How can I let me go?" I'm going to Mobei."

Jiang Rong caught the key words in the words: "You planned to go to Jiangnan?"

Ling Qiyan said casually: "I have this idea, but forget it, I've come here, anyway, it's the same everywhere."

"...If you really want to go to Jiangnan, I can help you too. I told you before that I have a friend who is from Jiangnan. He happened to come to Mobei to do business during this period of time, and he also came with me. If you want to come here, you can go to the south of the Yangtze River with his caravan, I will help you arrange it, and send you away without telling His Royal Highness Yan."

It's not that easy, if you want to sneak away under Wen Ying's nose, it's just as difficult as going to the sky, Ling Qiyan has learned this a long time ago.

And he doesn't really want to go to Jiangnan now.

What's the point of going over there and not knowing anyone, although there is only Wen Ying's coffin face here, at least he won't be bored.

Before Ling Qiyan opened his mouth to refuse, there was another sound of horseshoes. Ling Qiyan raised his eyes, and it was Wen Ying, riding the black horse he was used to riding, coming towards the wind and appearing in their field of vision.

At that moment, Ling Qiyan showed the brightest and most dazzling smile on his face, striding forward to meet him.

Wen Ying dismounted, and raised his chin at Qiyan: "Go back."

Jiang Rong regained his senses from the daze, and his eyes still seemed to be shaking. When he saw Wen Ying's smile just now, Ling Qiyan's smile, he calmed down and walked forward to greet Wen Ying.

Wen Ying nodded lightly, and said to Ling Qiyan again: "Go back."

Ling Qiyan turned around, greeted Jiang Rong, and left with Wen Ying.

He got on his horse, but the little goblin lost his temper, snorted, and refused to leave no matter how much he urged him.

Wen Ying came over and took the rein of the horse.

As soon as he approached, the little goblin became honest and lowered his head, not daring to be presumptuous any more. Wen Ying led them one by one, his own horse followed behind, and walked slowly back.

Ling Qiyan grinningly stroked the little elf's mane, and scolded, "You bullying little bastard, I've raised you for nothing."

Wen Ying glanced at him expressionlessly, and led them to continue walking.

Jiang Rong still stood where he was, staring at their backs as they went away until they merged into the setting sun.

After a long time, he calmed down, got on his horse, and headed in another direction without hesitating.

Ling Qiyan sat on the horseback and hummed a little song, and asked Wen Ying casually: "Didn't you go to the military camp? Why are you here again?"

"Go back, you're not here, come out and look for it."

"Oh." Ling Qiyan dragged his voice, as if this person was upset again.

He reached out and poked Wen Ying's shoulder: "What's wrong?"

Wen Ying looked ahead: "Why did you come out alone, without even a guard?"

Ling Qiyan didn't take it seriously: "Is there anything good to bring, if I don't take them, they will follow by themselves."

It's just that he didn't show his face in front of him, otherwise how could Wen Ying find him so quickly?

"I came at the wrong time?"

Hearing the sourness in these words, Ling Qiyan recalled that this person had been eccentric since yesterday, his thoughts turned, and suddenly he felt a sense of enlightenment, and was immediately overjoyed, poking him again: "Poor scholar, you are jealous .”

Wen Ying suddenly turned his eyes and looked at him sharply.

Ling Qiyan choked for a moment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth stagnated slightly: "What are you doing looking at me like that? You're scaring me again..."

Before Wen Ying could say anything, he continued to mutter: "I'm not wrong, you're jealous. You know what that Jiang Rong meant when he gave me the dagger, so you didn't allow me to see him."

He thought again, wouldn't this person care about this back then?When he donated the dagger as a gift, what did the kid say?Ling Qiyan thought about it for a long time, but only vaguely remembered that this person seemed to have a bad face.

"You know?" Wen Ying asked coldly.

Ling Qiyan was angry: "I didn't know before, but now I know."

No matter how late he was, he should have found out.

Wen Ying didn't say anything more, just looked at him like this.

Ling Qiyan was uncomfortable being stared at by him, so he bent over and leaned closer, bit his lips, and said angrily, "Don't look at me like that, he gave me the knife, and I don't know what that means, and that I'll give you the knife as soon as I change hands."

"By the way, what about the knife? Didn't you give me that knife when you left Prince Yu's mansion back then? You took it away on purpose, tsk, what a stingy man."

"What if you know?" Wen Ying asked again.

Ling Qiyan's eyeballs rolled around: "If you know it, you know it, he is not as good-looking as you, but I still like you."

Wen Ying's face became more and more cold.

Ling Qiyan's "like" is still a joke, the same as what he said casually back then, and he still doesn't understand.

"Do you know what liking means?"

Ling Qiyan blinked, sat up straight, thought about it seriously, then lay down on the horse's back, hugged the little fairy's neck and hummed: "I like it, I like it, you are good-looking, you are good to me, and you can do that." Make me comfortable, I don't like who do you like?"

"What if someone looks better and treats you better? You will also like it and do that with him?"

Ling Qiyan quickly shook his head, but he didn't want it.

Moreover, he didn't believe that there could be someone more handsome than Wen Ying.

Wen Ying took a deep breath, suppressed the surging anger in his heart, ignored him, and led the horse to continue walking in silence.

Ling Qiyan felt a little guilty, but he didn't know what he said wrong.

What does liking mean?He really likes Wen Ying, Wen Ying is good-looking and treats himself well, is he right?Why is Wen Ying unhappy?

Seeing that Wen Ying seemed to be getting angrier, and his whole body was full of coldness, Ling Qiyan felt uncomfortable, and poked him on the back again: "Are you really angry? Don't be so stingy, why do you get angry with me every now and then? If you are like this, I might as well go to the south of the Yangtze River, then you can't see it."

Wen Ying stopped, not waiting for Ling Qiyan to say anything, he got on the horse and sat behind Ling Qiyan.

Encircled by someone's hands, with a slightly heavy breathing near the back of the neck, Ling Qiyan gave him a backhanded elbow: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Are you going to Jiangnan?"

Wen Ying's voice was dangerous, Ling Qiyan quickly changed his words: "I'm just kidding, I'm not going, it's still fun here,...but you have to be nicer to me, don't always show me this face."

When he looked back, Wen Ying's black eyes seemed to be dyed with golden afterglow, which was extraordinarily bright, Ling Qiyan looked at him, and could hardly move his eyes away.

After a while, he saw Wen Ying nod his head slightly.

The inexplicably hanging stone in Ling Qiyan's heart fell to the ground. He actually said that on purpose, but Wen Ying actually agreed, even though he was not very happy.

"Don't be angry," Ling Qiyan lowered his voice, a little unspeakably awkward, "It's a big deal, I will treat you better in the future, okay?"

Wen Ying took him into his arms and hugged him quietly.

Smelling the familiar scent on Wen Ying, Ling Qiyan found that his heart began to beat uncontrollably again, he closed his eyes and hugged Wen Ying back.

After embracing for a moment, Wen Ying let go of the man and pulled the rein again.

Ling Qiyan leaned lazily in his arms, looked at the sunset in the sky, and whispered: "The sunset in this place seems to be better than the one in Beijing."

"Ah."

"In fact, it's not bad to stay here all the time, but forget it, you still have to go back to the capital sooner or later, and when that time comes..."

He was suddenly at a loss for words. At that time, Wen Ying went back to Beijing and became the prince and emperor. What about him?What should he do?

Staff really can't do it for a lifetime.

Wen Ying's voice was close to his ear: "At that time, you will go back with me. With me here, you don't have to think about anything."

Ling Qiyan's heart relaxed again, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose again: "We'll talk about it when the time comes, let's see how you behave."

Wen Ying didn't say any more, kicking the horse's belly, his black wind followed the little fairies, and carried them to the sunset.