Wen Xiangyanyu

Early the next morning, Deng Jingsong visited the palace again as agreed.

With his status, there is no need for Wen Yingyu to condescend to meet him in person, but Ling Qiyan will come forward.

Not to mention the businesses to be discussed, which were originally owned by Ling Qiyan.

The two chatted very happily, for two full hours, from business transactions to the customs of Jiangnan, and even mentioned a few words about Jiangnan's officialdom. Seeing that Ling Qiyan was interested, Deng Jingsong did not shy away from this, and told him about Jiangnan He didn't deliberately mention any official's name about the unspoken rules and various ways of dealing with officials and businessmen over there, but he seems to be very familiar with all the officials there.

Ling Qiyan listened calmly. The Chamber of Commerce, Escort Bureau, and even people of various religions and nine streams that this person talked about will be the objects they can use in the future. This net can be slowly spread, and one day it will be able to catch everyone It's not convenient for Wen Ying to do this, so his staff can help him.

Wen Ying has selected fifty people for him, all of whom are trustworthy.

The one in the lead was a veteran who was born and died under Wen Ying when he first joined the army. Do errands around.

Now Wen Ying handed him over to Ling Qiyan, and Ling Qiyan introduced him to Deng Jingsong, asking Deng Jingsong to take him into the business. Deng Jingsong fully agreed, patted his chest and assured Ling Qiyan that the matter would be done well.

Ling Qiyan was very satisfied, and said with a smile: "You have helped me so much, I will treat you as my own person, and His Royal Highness King Yi does not despise merchants. If there is something that can be used for you in the future, I will make the prerequisites under His Royal Highness." You, don't worry."

Deng Jingsong clasped his fists to thank him with fiery eyes.

At the end of the hour, Deng Jingsong got up to say goodbye, and a follower who came with him whispered something to him, Deng Jingsong's expression changed slightly and he nodded.

The entourage stepped forward and cautiously asked Ling Qiyan: "Wen, Mr. Wen, there is one thing that I would like to report to His Royal Highness, the matter is related to Duke Jing's mansion."

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised when he heard the words. This man was in his twenties and had an ordinary appearance. If he hadn't taken the initiative to speak up, he would hardly have been noticed.

Such an unremarkable ordinary person opened his mouth to mention Duke Jing's Mansion, Ling Qiyan couldn't help frowning: "What's the matter, just tell me."

Deng Jingsong led the others back first, the man swallowed, knelt down on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "The little one was originally named Zhou Rong, and he is from the capital. He has no father or mother since he was a child. That aunt, used to be an errand in the Marquis of Xian'an, and was assigned to work in the Zhuangzi of the Houfu. Four or four years ago, the sisters and children of the Houfu invited many noble girls from Beijing to play in the Zhuangzi, and respected the people of the Duke's mansion. The lady fell from the swing and died on the spot. The youngest aunt was the nanny who served those little ladies to play. Afterwards, Lord Hou ordered someone to beat her up a hundred times and sold her. She became seriously ill soon. There is no one left."

Ling Qiyan's expression suddenly turned cold. Of course he knew about this, and he remembered it deeply. The dead Miss Lin was his third fiancée. Then she proposed marriage to him, and took him to the imperial temple for fortune-telling, and only then did she get approval from the lonely star of that day's evil spirit.

"So?" Ling Qiyan asked coldly.

That Zhou Rong raised his hand to wipe his eyes, choked up and continued: "Two days before that incident, my little aunt worriedly explained many things about my little one. When I got up, I felt that my aunt was explaining the funeral, she seemed to have known that something would happen, but she was gone at that time, and the little one couldn't ask her any more."

"At that time, she asked the little one not to stay in Shangjing and go outside for a while, so as soon as she passed the first seven, the little one left Beijing immediately and went to Mobei, and then went to Jiangnan with Boss Deng. .”

"This matter has always been on my little heart, and I always have nightmares at night. I dare not tell anyone, and I dare not go to the Xian'anhou Mansion and Jingguo Gong Mansion. Now, by chance, I saw Mr. Then tell His Royal Highness Ji about this matter, the little aunt is not the kind of person who is greedy for money, she only has a little relative, she will not be bribed easily, she must be coerced to do such things, The little one just wants to find out the whole thing!"

Ling Qiyan went back to the study, and Wen Ying was reading the military report. It was freezing cold today, they stopped the army in the border town of Barrington and did not send troops yet, but they did not dare to take it lightly. Return new news.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at the door, Ling Qiyan stepped in with the stove in his hand, his face was gloomy and unattractive.

"What happened?" Wen Ying asked in a deep voice.

Ling Qiyan walked to his side, lowered his eyes for a while and said nothing.

Wen Ying sat him on his lap with his arms around his waist: "Tell me, what happened?"

Ling Qiyan told him what the person in front said.

Wen Ying frowned slightly, and heard Ling Qiyan say viciously: "I just said how could such a coincidence happen, and it was really not an accident that Miss Lin disappeared after marrying me."

"Who do you think did it?"

"Who else is there, it must be that vicious dog Ling Qiyu!"

No wonder he thinks this way, Ling Qiyu could torture and kill his favorite puppy when he was a child, so what if he kills someone now?

Ling Qiyan was not in a good mood: "An ordinary person who has the ability to do such a thing in the other villa of the Marquis of Xian'an Mansion? He must be afraid that if I marry the daughter of the Lin family, Duke Jing's Mansion will stand on the same boat as me , simply use this method to draw the bottom line."

"……Is it?"

Wen Ying didn't think so, Ling Qiyu might have done the thing, but that might not be the reason, but he didn't intend to say it.

Ling Qiyan thought about it, and his face became more and more ugly: "It can't be that he killed my first two fiancees, right? Those two families are not very outstanding, why should he do this?"

Wen Ying nodded: "I asked someone to investigate, but since the matter involved the Marquis of Xian'an, it would be easier for them to investigate by themselves."

Reminded by Wen Yingyi, Ling Qiyan also thought of this, and immediately said: "Let me write a letter to Zhang Yuan. He went to the south and didn't know that I was still alive. But his family definitely hopes to find out about this matter." If you make it clear, you should be very happy."

"Yes." Wen Ying helped him spread out the letter paper.

Ling Qiyan just sat on his lap, picked up a pen, wrote a few sentences, and then asked hesitantly: "If this thing is really what that dog did, the Lin family will definitely not let it go. Can we use this to bring him down?"

"It's hard," Wen Yingdan said, "If he dares to do it, he shouldn't leave behind any clues or evidence."

But it doesn't matter, as long as Duke Jing's mansion grows resentful towards the prince of the Eastern Palace, and is no longer so neutral at critical moments, that's enough.

Ling Qiyan was a little disappointed, didn't say any more, quickly wrote the letter and ordered someone to send it out.

He let out a sigh of relief, annoyed: "If those little ladies really died because of me, wouldn't I be guilty of a serious crime...Damn Ling Qiyu!"

"It has nothing to do with you," Wen Ying raised his hand and caressed his face, "It was someone else who killed them, not you, so you don't have to blame yourself."

Ling Qiyan naturally knew this truth, he was just unhappy in his heart, no matter how he thought about it, he was unhappy.

Seeing that Ling Qiyan kept pulling his face sullenly, Wen Ying kissed him on the cheek: "I'll take you outside to play in the afternoon."

Ling Qiyan was immediately distracted: "...where are you going?"

"You will know when you go."

Wen Ying didn't elaborate, got up and took him to lunch.

In Shenshi, the two of them went out of the mansion together, but they went to the military camp outside the city. Wen Ying asked someone to take a suit of armor for Ling Qiyan to wear. Ling Qiyan looked at the horrific formation in the military camp and blinked: "Are you going again?" Killed? Take me there?"

"Go and attack a military fort near here at night."

Ling Qiyan was speechless, but what Wen Ying said was a joke, he actually took him to kill someone...

As the evening approached, it began to snow again, and it soon became more and more heavy, covering the sky and covering the sky.

Ling Qiyan stood outside the coach's tent and reached out to catch it. A snowflake fell into the warm palm that he had been holding the hand warmer, and disappeared in an instant.

He enthusiastically went to pick up the second and third pieces.

Wen Ying opened the curtain and came out. Seeing this scene, Ling Qiyan turned his head and smiled at him: "Such heavy snow, do you still have to send troops? Did you choose to go tonight?"

"Well, by surprise, sneak attack when their vigilance is the lowest."

He raised his chin at Ling Qiyan: "Come in, let's have dinner first."

Ling Qiyan followed him back into the tent, rubbed his hands and asked him: "Didn't you not like me to go to the front with you before? Why did you think about it this time? Have you changed your sex?"

"you are not happy."

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "So?"

want to make you happy.

Wen Ying didn't say this sentence.

Seeing him suddenly ignoring him again, Ling Qiyan was upset, and rushed over to ice his face with the hand that had taken Xue: "Tell me quickly, don't always be like this, just say a few words and ignore others , your dog temper, only I can stand you."

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

Ling Qiyan snorted, "I didn't make trouble with you, so tell yourself why?"

Wen Ying turned his eyes, paused, and said in a cold voice: "You ask knowingly."

Tsk, is it so difficult to say a nice word?The man was, as always, speechless.

"Then I'm not going."

Ling Qiyan turned to leave, but was pulled back by Wen Ying and thrown into the chair of the Eight Immortals.

Before he could jump up again, Wen Ying had already bent down, put his hands on both sides of the armrest, and kissed him.

Behind him Ling Qiyan put his arms around his neck, put his lips and teeth together, and muttered vaguely: "You really want to make me happy, can't you just say so, how can I be happy like this, and I'm even more angry with you."

Wen Ying rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately, and said in a low voice, "Be obedient."

Ling Qiyan's heart trembled, and he said no more.

After sunset, Wen Ying and Ling Qiyan led [-] cavalrymen, galloped out of the camp, and headed northeast under the cover of night.

The military castle of Barrington is more than 200 miles away from Rose Central City, guarding an iron mine there.

Thirty percent of the weapons and irons in the hands of the Barrington Imperial Army came from the iron mine. After the Dacheng soldiers captured Qiangyang City, the military fortress had already stepped up its security, and there were nearly 5000 people guarding it inside and outside the fort.

At six o'clock in Haishi, a flexible and vigorous soldier climbed up the tower in front of the fort silently. Before the soldiers on duty at night had time to react, their throats were cut with a sword.

The snowy night made people relax their vigilance. At this time, most people in the military fort had fallen asleep. Hundreds of soldiers climbed up the cliff behind the fort with their claws, regardless of the strong wind and snow.

A quarter of an hour later, the gate of the fort opened, and Wen Ying led his soldiers and horses into the snow.

A rush of horns suddenly pierced the silence of the snowy night, and the next moment, panicked screams and shouts accompanied by clashes of swords erupted in the fort.

In just half an hour, the military fort changed hands.

Ling Qiyan pierced the commander's chest with a sword, and the opponent opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and fell to the ground with a bang.

He shook off the blood spattered on his hands in disgust, and looked up at the man who was about to make a move, but Wen Ying, who was one step ahead of him, smiled brightly.

Wen Ying stepped forward, casually fetched the tiger skin that was used as a decoration in the house of the slain, held Ling Qiyan's wrist, and helped him wipe the blood off his hand.

Ling Qiyan looked at him with a smile: "Your Highness, how much is the reward for beheading the commander in chief?"

Wen Ying said in a deep voice, "Reward a hundred taels of silver, and remember the merits."

There was firelight coming in from the window, and Ling Qiyan's smiling face was brighter and more vivid in the light.

Wen Ying fixedly looked at him: "Are you happy now?"

Ling Qiyan nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

At midnight, Dacheng soldiers occupied the entire military fort and began to count the casualties.

These guards fell quickly, and less than a thousand people died, and there were more than 4000 prisoners. Wen Ying ordered people to kill several of the main generals, and released them to the adults who were captured here to mine, so that the remaining Barrington Soldiers replaced them, leaving a team of soldiers and horses to supervise them.

"Send all the excavated iron ore to Qiangyang City." He ordered in a deep voice.

Although they confiscated countless weapons in the hands of the Barringtons along the way, most of them were unusable. No one would think too many iron weapons.

The blacksmith who made swords for Ling Qiyan has been taken by Wen Ying for his own use, and he has followed this Qiangyang City. A truce, so that more good weapons can be cast as soon as possible.

Back to Qiangyang City, it was already after Yin time.

After the excitement passed, Ling Qiyan quickly yawned, but his clothes were stained with blood, so he had to wash himself first.

Ling Qiyan sat in the pool, his frozen body gradually warmed up, and he closed his eyes, feeling drowsy.

After Wen Ying explained things to others, he came over a little later. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Ling Qiyan barely raised his eyelids, and watched him take off his clothes one by one through the hazy water mist, and walked into the pool naked. come.

In a daze, he seemed to recall the scene when he watched Wen Ying undress in the dark through a screen. Dry tongue.

Wen Ying sat down against the wall of the pool. The original owner of the palace also enjoyed it. The bathing pool was built very large.

After a while, Ling Qiyan moved over bit by bit, knelt down on Wen Ying's lap, propped up his body to kiss his chin, and then moved up to his lips.

After a kiss, Wen Ying lightly squeezed his waist: "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Sleepy." Ling Qiyan licked his lips contentedly, hummed the word, lay down on Wen Ying's shoulder, found a comfortable position, and did not move.

Wen Ying reminded him in a low voice: "Don't sleep here."

"...Then you carry me back." Ling Qiyan dazedly rubbed against his neck.

Wen Ying didn't say anything more, washed it up quickly, and carried her back to the room.

"It's dawn."

Ling Qiyan rolled into the quilt, said only this sentence, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Wen Ying took his hand and took a closer look. There was a small wound on the back of his hand, as if he had accidentally cut it before, and Ling Qiyan, who was big-hearted, didn't notice it.

Wen Ying's eyes dimmed slightly, and she got out of bed to get the ointment, carefully applied the ointment on him, and the frown slowly relaxed.

Lie back on the bed again, and carefully put the sleeping person into his arms.