Wen Xiangyanyu

Three months later, Qiangyang City.

On a rare day when there was no snow falling, Ling Qiyan took the well-fed little goblin out of the house and ran around outside the city.

On the way back, I happened to see spring flowers fluttering in the wind by the side of the road. It was really rare in this cold spring, so I picked them up and went back to the palace happily.

Wen Ying went to the military camp in the morning and just came back. Ling Qiyan gave him the flowers he had picked back, with a smile on his lips: "Your Highness, beauty, please smile."

He looked lazy and looked like a disciple, looking at Wen Ying with peach blossom eyes and a smile.

Wen Ying looked back at him quietly, and after a while, he took the flowers and said to him: "It's still cold, don't go out less."

... This person really doesn't understand the amorous feelings at all.

Ling Qiyan reached out to poke his chest: "Don't be so serious, just show me a smile."

Wen Ying ignored him, went to pick a vase himself, put the flowers that Ling Qiyan gave him, and put it in the most conspicuous place in the house.

In a warm room, the snow on the petals melts quickly, and they bloom delicately and beautifully, just like the person who gave the flowers.

Wen Ying stared at the flower, with a fleeting smile in his eyes, but Ling Qiyan, who had been sticking to him and chattering, didn't see it.

"Why are you ignoring me again? What are you doing staring at the flowers? Is the flower as beautiful as me?...I knew I wouldn't send you off."

Wen Ying raised his hand and hooked him into his arms: "Yes."

Ling Qiyan was inexplicable, so what?

After noon, neither of them went out again.

Ling Qiyan huddled on the couch with a hand warmer in his arms, covered his body with a heavy blanket, squinted his eyes and dozed off, and Wen Ying sat beside him reading a book.

The back of the head was dreaming of something beautiful, Ling Qiyan laughed cheerfully in his sleep, Wen Ying turned his eyes to him, looked at him for a moment, and stretched out his hand to gently caress his rosy cheeks.

It was almost the end of the hour when he woke up again, Ling Qiyan stretched his waist and yawned, recalling the scene in his dream just now in his not so clear mind.

He dreamed that Wen Ying turned into a fairy of flowers, put on a red dress to marry him, and had a few spring breezes with him, making him happy like a fairy.

What a dream.

He licked his lips with unsatisfied desire, and then stretched out his foot to lightly kick Wen Ying: "Poor scholar, I'm hungry."

Wen Ying asked someone to bring him some hot tea and snacks: "We'll fill up our belly first, and we'll have dinner later."

Ling Qiyan chewed on the pastry and sighed casually: "I'm so lazy every day, my life is too leisurely, as if I haven't done any serious business."

Wen Ying didn't raise his head: "You used to be like this too, you just idle around and don't do serious things."

Ling Qiyan choked for a moment, then kicked him again: "What are you talking about?"

Wen Ying raised his eyelids and asked softly, "I'm not right?"

……All right.

Although what Wen Ying said is true, why does it always sound so uncomfortable?

And he hasn't been doing nothing these past few months. The people Wen Ying sent to him went to the south of the Yangtze River with Deng Jingsong. The power of her natal family quickly gained a foothold in Jiangnan.

These are only on the surface, and there are more things to do in private. In a short period of time, contacts and eyeliner are spread in Jinling and even the whole of Jiangnan. Ling Qiyan will receive a letter from there every ten days. , even others here in Barrington have heard all kinds of new and strange things about Jiangnan from the family of officials and gentry to the peddlers, the spectacle of the officialdom, and all kinds of strange things in the market, and enjoy it every day. time.

"Do you have a problem with me? What's wrong with me being idle? I'm happy with myself." Ling Qiyan said angrily.

The gentle and lovely Baihua Fairy in the dream is indeed a fake, and when the sun rises in the west tomorrow, it is impossible for this person to become the one in his dream.

Wen Ying said calmly, "Don't dare."

Ling Qiyan pounced on him and scratched him.

The two rolled into a ball on the couch, and then kissed each other stickily behind.

Being pinched on the back of his neck, Ling Qiyan's body softened by half, parted his lips, and let the people on him attack the city.

After the deep kiss, Ling Qiyan was finally kissed honestly, and continued to play with Wen Ying's thigh with his toes while leaning on the couch, Wen Ying ignored him, grabbed the sole of his foot and kneaded it gently, looking at the letter that had just arrived in his hand.

Ling Qiyan couldn't take it any longer, panting in a low voice: "You let me go, what are you doing?"

Wen Ying glanced at him, and let go as he said.

After a moment of silence, seeing that this man really ignored him, Ling Qiyan felt unhappy again, always thinking that he could talk to him: "Tell me what you are looking at."

There were two letters in Wen Ying's hands, one was from General Lin Su, the heir of Duke Jing, and he handed it to Ling Qiyan.

"He didn't say much, just thanked me."

Ling Qiyan curled his lips after watching it, this old fox.

Three months ago, he wrote to Zhang Yuan about the strangeness of what happened that year. Zhang Yuan really asked his family to investigate carefully. Later, he found out that it was not only Zhou Rong's aunt, but also the man who was in charge of the fortification in Zhuangzi at that time. The servants were all threatened before the incident. They must have deliberately loosened the rope of the swing, and pushed harder when Miss Lin sat on it, so that the little lady fell off the swing and died on the spot. .

That servant, like Aunt Zhou Rong, suffered a hundred boards and failed to carry it over, but he was clever and managed to leave some clues with one of his clan brothers in advance. Follow those clues to trace carefully, and the people involved behind the scenes Sure enough, it is inextricably linked with the East Palace.

However, those connections and guesses are far from being evidence. After Zhang Yuan replied, Wen Ying sent all the clues he could find, as well as the testimony of Zhou Rong and the servant brother Ding to Lin Su. Didn't say anything.

Although he and Lin Su had some taboos and scruples due to their identities, after he was recognized by the emperor, he seldom moved publicly, but the friendship between teachers and friends accumulated on the battlefield in the past cannot be erased, so he did not Beat around the bush.

Lin Su had obviously checked it out himself, and when he wrote back a month later, there was only one word of thanks, but Wen Ying knew that this was enough.

"That's all, it's really cheap for that bastard Ling Qiyu." Ling Qiyan said unwillingly.

Wen Ying didn't take it seriously: "In the future, this account will be settled sooner or later, so why worry."

"What about the other letter? What's in it?"

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at him, and the light in his eyes moved: "Ten days ago, Empress Zhaoyi gave birth to twelve princes at full term. Your Majesty was overjoyed and gave her name to pray for him, and decreed to promote Empress Zhaoyi as Concubine Shu."

Ling Qiyan was taken aback for a moment, and said "Oh".

His mood was a bit complicated, as if he was holding his breath, unable to go up and down.

His cheap mother gave him a cheap brother, or gave birth to his cheap father who has raised him for 20 years, what is it?

After thinking about it, I feel that it is meaningless to entangle these things.

...Forget it, it has nothing to do with him, what is he worrying about.

Wen Ying looked at him silently.

Ling Qiyan was stared at uncomfortably: "Don't look at me like this, as if I am so pitiful. The old monk said earlier that I don't have any relationship with parents. She and I are strangers. How many children does she like?" , Love will be born to whomever.”

"The twelve princes are our common younger brothers, you said it yourself." Wen Ying reminded him in a deep voice.

"I never said that." Ling Qiyan refused to admit it.

Wen Ying rolled his eyes, too lazy to expose him.

Jiang Lin shrank his neck and entered the door, and handed the letter just sent by Ningshou Palace in Beijing to Ling Qiyan: "A letter from the Empress Dowager."

Ling Qiyan took it and tore open the envelope.

The queen mother also mentioned Yun's birth to him in the letter. This was the first time that her old man mentioned Yun's to him in a letter home, saying that Yun's gave birth to a big fat boy weighing more than eight catties, and the birth was not good. No matter how difficult it was, he came down very smoothly, and said that the child looked like him when he was a child, he was a good-looking child, and asked him to pick something and send it back to Shangjing to give to the child.

Ling Qiyan grumbled and complained: "Why do you want me to deliver things? And I'm not that fat, how can I look like me, the Queen Mother must be dazzled."

Wen Ying said: "The Queen Mother is doing it for your own good."

Ling Qiyan lowered his head and became more and more depressed. Of course he knew that his little brother was a genuine prince. The Queen Mother hoped that he could have a good relationship with him, and that there would always be more people to help him in the future.

But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable he felt. He relied on the Queen Mother, Wen Ying, and now he had to rely on his newborn little brother.

Wen Ying saw through his thoughts at a glance, and raised his hand to caress his cheek: "Don't think too much, I'm here."

Ling Qiyan stared at him blankly, his eyelashes trembled unconsciously, and a shy and timid bud bloomed on the tip of his heart, which for the first time made him feel dizzy, at a loss and extremely happy.

Half a day later, he moved his eyes away, coughed lightly, and said, "Don't suddenly say such things in a serious manner, it's embarrassing."

"Are you shy and embarrassed?"

Ling Qiyan: "..."

He just said something nice, but in a blink of an eye he started to run on people with his coffin face, no such thing.

Bored to talk about this again, he continued to read the letter, paused, and then said: "The queen mother said in the letter that my cheap mother had not yet confinement, so she asked someone to take the child to Ningshou Palace, saying that she was afraid that the queen mother would be lonely and let the little one The prince is with her, so she can spoil her grandchildren."

"She's really capable. She opposes your mother in everything. With your royal father's personality, you must think that she is generous and understands the general situation. You must like her more."

Ling Qiyan couldn't help frowning as he spoke: "But the Queen Mother is so strong, I don't know if it will be possible to raise another child."

Wen Yingdan said: "Don't worry, the Empress Dowager knows it well, if she really doesn't have the energy to support her, she won't take over. It's good for her to raise another child, so as not to be bored all day long and get sick more easily."

Ling Qiyan nodded, which is also the reason.

Thinking of this, he called Jiang Lin in again, and asked him to think about what good things were stored in the warehouse of Liangcheng Prince's Mansion, and whether there were any suitable gifts for newborn children.

The queen mother even mentioned this matter specifically, so he had to put on a show.

Jiang Lin was also obedient, and he even brought him the warehouse registration booklet with him, explaining: "I'm afraid you may need it sometime, and this servant copied a copy with me."

Ling Qiyan scolded him with a smile, took the booklet and flipped through it page by page, but was not very satisfied.

Most of those things were given to him by the Empress Dowager, and it seemed too dishonest to send them to Ningshou Palace.

"There's no need to choose," Wen Ying reminded him, "I've already done it for you."

Ling Qiyan looked puzzled, Wen Ying fetched something and put it in front of him. It was a golden crossbow, only the size of two palms of an adult, and the crossbow was embedded with colorful and sparkling fine gemstones, very luxurious and pleasing .

Ling Qiyan shook it in his hand, it was quite heavy: "How can a newborn child play with this thing?"

Wen Ying didn't care and said, "Just play later."

Ling Qiyan looked at the golden crossbow in his hand over and over again, and noticed that the two corners of the crossbow were engraved with red seals, one was "Ji Wang Xiao seal", the other was "Wen Yan's private seal", and he didn't know how the paint was dyed. What goes on, cannot be wiped off at all.

He looked up at Wen Ying: "Why don't I know, I have this private seal?"

Wen Ying put another small white jade seal in front of him: "For you."

Ling Qiyan picked it up and took a closer look. This jade was top-grade suet white jade, smooth and flawless throughout. It was very similar in material and even in style to Wen Ying's king seal he had seen before.

"……this?"

Wen Ying explained to him: "Like my king seal, it is cut out of a whole piece of white jade."

Ling Qiyan couldn't help feeling sorry when he heard the words: "It would be too violent for you to cut a good jade in half."

"As long as you like it."

Ling Qiyan really liked it, so he accepted it bluntly: "Thank you."

Ask him again: "You engraved the seals of both of us on this crossbow, so is it a gift from you or from me?"

"Why can't you and I send it together?" Wen Ying asked calmly.

Ling Qiyan smiled: "You say yes."

All right, since Wen Ying has specially prepared this, he doesn't bother, and he doesn't know what the queen mother will think after receiving it, tsk.

He went to look at his seal again, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, chewing on those two words: "Wen Yan..."

This is the name on his current household registration documents, but no one has ever called him that before. Seeing this now, he feels all kinds of feelings for a while, but he is inexplicably happy.

"Do you like it?" Wen Ying's eyebrows were rare and gentle.

"Well," Ling Qiyan nodded with a smile, and thanked him again, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness King Yi."

"No need."

Ling Qiyan grabbed his hand: "Poor scholar, can you call me by my name? Just the name on the seal."

Wen Ying didn't respond.

Ling Qiyan held his hand and shook it: "Just call me."

After a while, Wen Ying stared into his eyes and whispered, "Wen Yan, Yan'er."

Ling Qiyan's heart trembled, as if the flower in her heart had been touched and caressed by someone, it was gathered delicately for a moment, and then bloomed even more beautifully in a flash.

Wen Ying called him again: "Yan'er."

"Stop shouting." Ling Qiyan stopped him vaguely, his ears turned red,

He seemed to be really shy and embarrassing,... he blamed this person.

So he quickly diverted his attention, asked someone to bring paper and inkpad, and said he wanted to try his seal.

The seal was very full and clear on the paper. Ling Qiyan became more and more satisfied as he looked at it. He turned his mind, and suddenly thought of something, he raised his head and smiled at Wen Ying.

Wen Ying looked at him.

Ling Qiyan lightly hooked his fingers: "Poor scholar, come here."

"Do what?"

"I told you to come here, why are you asking so many questions? Hurry up."

Wen Ying frowned, unmoved.

Seeing that he didn't cooperate, Ling Qiyan climbed up on him angrily, and bit his lips hard: "You are really boring, what's wrong with coaxing me?"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"You close your eyes."

Wen Ying still looked straight at him.

Ling Qiyan urged: "My good brother, please, close your eyes, okay?"

Wen Ying's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

Ling Qiyan raised the corners of his lips and stamped his seal on his face.

"All right."

There was a joyful smile in his voice, and there was an unconcealable embarrassment hidden in his voice.

Wen Ying opened his eyes: "Have you played enough?"

Ling Qiyan got down on the bed with bare feet and brought the bronze mirror for him to look at.

The red stamp is on Wen Ying Baijun's face, which is very conspicuous.

"Wen Yan's private seal, I stamped it for you, and you will be my property from now on."

Wen Ying asked him calmly: "What is property?"

"You, mine, don't let others touch you." Ling Qiyan was confident.

Wen Ying took out his king seal, stamped his face, and said in a deep voice, "Mine."