Wen Xiangyanyu

In February, when the cold wave had not yet subsided, the Dacheng Army, which had been stationed in Qiangyang City for several months, sent out troops again. Within half a month, they went down to two medium and large towns in Barrington, completely blocking the road from Barrington to Mobei.

Since then, Dacheng soldiers and horses have occupied nearly [-]% of the land in the east of Lower Barrington, and have taken over the largest Moluo grassland in the east of Barrington.

evening.

Ling Qiyan walked out of the tent, sat on the ground, asked someone to cook a pot of cabbage tofu soup for himself, and sat by the campfire for dinner.

The dishes are shabby, but he eats them with great taste.

After leaving the Great Wall, most of the daily meals consisted of meat, mutton, beef, all kinds of meat, roasted, stewed, boiled, and dried.

Especially in the coldest months of winter, it is not easy to eat some fresh fruits and vegetables here. Only cabbage is hardy and can be seen on the dining table from time to time.

In the past, when he was the wealthy and idle king in the capital, even in the severe winter, there were still all kinds of vegetables and fruits carefully cultivated by the people of Zhuangzi and sent to the palace every day. He never had to worry about eating and drinking. It seems like a lifetime away.

Ling Qiyan smacked his lips, but he had no regrets.

If he is just King Yu, he spent the first half of his life in Shangjing and the rest of his life trapped in the fiefdom. If he is lucky, he will eat, drink and play until he dies. Live so recklessly.

Maybe he really went to the south of the Yangtze River that day, so he couldn't be so carefree.

And this kind of unrestrained carefreeness was given to him by Wen Ying.

Just thinking about that person, Wen Ying opened the curtain and came out of the tent, walked over to him and sat down beside him.

Ling Qiyan smiled at him: "Have you finished discussing things?"

"Why sit here and eat outside? Isn't it cold?" Wen Ying asked with a frown.

It was a bit colder, Ling Qiyan wrapped her thick cloak tightly around her body: "It's comfortable to sit here."

Wen Ying glanced at the clear soup and lack of water in his meal, frowned even more, and asked someone to bring some mutton and add large pieces of mutton bones, and then pour in peppercorns.

Ling Qiyan curled her lips in disgust: "I don't want to eat this, I'm so tired."

Wen Ying insisted on persuading him: "Eat more, it's still cold now, eating this will not cause you to get cold."

A pot of mutton soup boiled quickly on the bonfire, and the aroma was overflowing. Wen Ying personally took out a large bowl and handed it to Ling Qiyan. Ling Qiyan looked at him, then at the soup, reluctantly. Take it over.

Holding the bowl in both hands, he drank a small amount slowly, but didn't eat a few mouthfuls of meat.

Seeing this, Wen Ying called someone over again, added some fresh vegetables that had just been delivered from the northwest today, and cooked him a pot of porridge to fill him up.

Ling Qiyan smiled and said: "Don't be too busy, you might as well serve me a jug of wine, it will make me feel warmer after drinking the wine."

"No drinking." Wen Ying refused without hesitation.

Really domineering.

Ling Qiyan didn't really want to drink, after all, he still remembered that this was a military camp, so getting drunk would not be good, so it's fine if Wen Ying didn't agree, and asked him casually while eating: "Are the army going to leave again tomorrow? "

"No, stay here for a few more days."

Ling Qiyan nodded, this place is quite good, they came all the way, this Moluo Grassland is indeed more abundant and the scenery is better than other places, no wonder Barrington and Mobei have been vying for this place for decades. place.

"Then you have discussed for so long just now, have you discussed where to attack next?"

"No," Wen Ying ate his food calmly, "All the generals have disagreements and disagree with each other. No one can persuade the other, and the battle plan cannot be finalized."

Ling Qiyan teased him with a smile: "When are you willing to listen to their argument with a good temper?"

Wen Ying glanced at him lightly and didn't answer any more.

It is not false that others say that he is arbitrary. Since he sent troops to Barrington, all the subordinates in the army have learned his temper and personality deeply. No matter what others say, what His Royal Highness King Yi decides to do will not be easy. change.

Fortunately, every time he made a decision, he didn't go wrong, and gradually changed the attitude of those veterans who had looked down on him because of his young age, and gradually established his prestige in the army. The people in the eyes are still indispensable.

Usually, when encountering such disputes, Wen Ying basically made the final decision, and there was no room for objectors to argue. This was the first time Ling Qiyan heard him say that because the generals disagreed, the next battle deployment was decided. not come down.

strange.

Ling Qiyan poked his arm: "Don't be tricky, just tell me what you have to say, what are you planning?"

Wen Ying reminded him in a deep voice: "Don't make trouble."

"Then tell the truth."

Wen Ying said casually: "It's nothing, someone is acting a little weird, let's take a look."

Ling Qiyan immediately understood: "Is it because the grasshopper can't help but want to jump?"

Wen Ying didn't take it seriously: "Maybe."

It's true, if they don't do anything, they will soon hit the capital of Barrington. How can Ling Qiyu, a dog whose eyes are smaller than the eye of a needle, sit back and watch Wen Ying make such immortal military achievements, and it's time to take action.

But it doesn't matter, the more that dog moves, the more chances they have of catching him.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan couldn't help being a little excited, Wen Ying glanced at him, and continued to add vegetables to his bowl.

into the night.

After eating enough, Ling Qiyan still sat by the campfire and refused to move. The barracks gradually fell silent, the lights gradually dimmed, and there were few people except for the patrolling night soldiers.

Ling Qiyan raised his head to look at the night sky silently, supporting his chest with one hand.

The moon is shining brightly, the stars are hanging down the plains, and the night sky seems to be within reach.

After finishing the last sip of soup in the pot, Wen Ying put down the bowl and asked him, "What are you thinking?"

"Poor scholar, you said... When you return to the capital in the future, if you really become the prince and emperor, will you never leave the capital again?"

Wen Ying looked at him calmly: "Why do you say that?"

Ling Qiyan lowered his eyes, pulled the weeds in front of him, and muttered: "Your father is like this. He has been emperor for more than [-] years, and he has never been out of Beijing, and he rarely even goes out of the palace. How about you? Are you going to be like him?"

"You care about this?" Wen Ying asked calmly.

Ling Qiyan said honestly: "I don't care, I'm tired of staying in Beijing, you insist that I go back with you, if you don't go outside in the future, you will definitely not let me go out, then I will die of boredom? "

Wen Ying disagreed: "You can go out if you want to. Your Majesty is Your Majesty, and I am me."

When he said this, Ling Qiyan felt even more uncomfortable: "Then what can I do when I go to Beijing? Don't ask me to cleanse myself just to tie me to you, I won't agree."

Wen Ying's face darkened for a moment, and a voice was squeezed out between his teeth: "You think too much."

It's no wonder that Ling Qi would think so, when this person was still a guest at his house, he also thought about eunuching him and keeping him by his side.

Ling Qiyan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words: "It's good that you don't have such an idea, then I won't be able to enter the palace, why don't you let me be your bodyguard?"

Wen Ying said coldly: "You can't carry your hands on your shoulders, what's the use of a guard like you?"

Ling Qiyan stretched out his foot and kicked him: "What do you mean you can't carry your shoulders or lift your hands? I have also killed people on the battlefield and made great achievements. Don't underestimate me."

Wen Ying held his restless feet and reminded in a low voice: "This is outside, don't move around."

Ling Qiyan hurriedly sat up straight, and said seriously: "...you can do whatever you want, then I won't enter the palace, and it's better not to face you every day."

Wen Ying looked at his eyes slightly stagnant: "You don't want to enter the palace?"

"How can I enter the palace? I'm not going to be a eunuch anyway." Ling Qiyan was annoyed.

"Do you want to be an official?"

Wen Ying suddenly said this, Ling Qiyan was taken aback, thought about it seriously, and shook his head: "Forget it, most of those officials know me, I don't want to make trouble."

"What's the trouble? You are Wen Yan. Even if you look exactly the same as His Royal Highness Prince Yu, you are just Wen Yan. You are my staff. Even if you enter the cabinet in the future, no one else can say anything."

"No," Ling Qiyan refused, "It's embarrassing to be a small official, but to be a high-ranking official, especially what you said about joining the cabinet, you don't have to get up early and stay late every day. I don't want it."

"...You don't have to go to the court, and you don't have to touch the dick."

Ling Qiyan still refused: "I don't like to deal with those pedantic old men, His Royal Highness, please let me go."

There was no falsehood in his expression, he was really unhappy, Wen Ying took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions: "Forget it, if you don't want to be an official, don't do it. There is no harem to interfere in politics."

"--cough!"

Ling Qiyan choked on his own saliva and coughed earth-shatteringly.

Wen Ying took him over, patted him on the back, and frowned with disgust.

After a long time, Ling Qiyan regained his strength and looked up at him in disbelief: "What about the harem?"

Wen Ying's thick eyebrows frowned even tighter: "I told you before, did you think I was joking?"

What did you say before?

Ling Qiyan recalled that this person did say about being a husband and wife and a princess before, but he really didn't take it seriously. It wasn't until today that he suddenly realized that Wen Ying didn't seem to be making fun of him.

What he said about being a husband and wife and being a princess are all serious...

Ling Qiyan was speechless for a while, not only was there a turmoil in his heart, but it was almost boiling, his face was flushed, and he choked out a sentence: "Your father, queen and queen really won't agree."

"No need for their consent."

"They know you think so and will kill me."

Ling Qiyan was heartbroken, although Shen wanted to kill him, but if he knew that Wen Ying had this intention, the emperor might not give him a way out, right?

Wen Ying's face darkened slightly: "There won't be that day."

"Then there's the queen mother, and her old man will definitely not be happy. If you do this, she will be disappointed."

"I'll convince her to say yes."

Wen Ying looked at him with a calm expression, Ling Qiyan felt unspeakably awkward, seemed embarrassed, but also seemed happy, looked away, and couldn't say much more.

After a moment of silence, Wen Ying got up and gave him a hand: "It's windy at night, let's go in."

Back in the tent, Wen Ying asked someone to bring hot water in, and helped Ling Qiyan untie his cloak.

Ling Qiyan lowered his head and did not speak until Wen Ying hugged him on the couch and pushed his feet into the water. Then he seemed to wake up from a dream. Looking at Wen Ying, his throat moved: "You..."

Wen Ying looked back at him calmly.

Ling Qiyan was a little embarrassed by his stare, and his heart beat like a drum: "Do you really want me to be your princess?"

"Ah."

"Then what about you becoming a prince or emperor?"

"You are the crown princess, queen."

Ling Qiyan reminded him: "No one marries a man."

"I marry."

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "Then can you open a harem?"

"What do you think?"

Ling Qiyan poked him lightly on the face: "I covered you up. If you are touched by others, I don't want you."

Wen Ying grabbed his hand: "Okay."

Ling Qiyan blinked: "You agreed?"

"Why didn't you agree?" Wen Ying asked in a deep voice.

"...Is there anyone who is an emperor who doesn't really open a harem." Ling Qiyan said in embarrassment.

Wen Ying turned cold: "You want me to drive?"

do not wish.

The only thought that popped up in his mind instantly made Ling Qiyan startled himself.

Although he said that others are not allowed to touch Wen Ying, he doesn't really understand why he thinks so. He used to be able to joke with Wen Ying about marrying a wife and having children, but now he seems to be unable to say anything.

why?

Seeing Ling Qiyan's stunned expression, Wen Ying said again: "You said, I am your property."

Ling Qiyan came back to his senses, and after a moment of silence, he leaned forward, hugged Wen Ying's neck who was half squatting on the ground, and buried his head on his shoulder.

Wen Ying hugged him tightly.

Ling Qiyan murmured in a muffled voice: "Poor scholar, you can't bully me anymore, even if you become an emperor, you are not allowed to bully me, otherwise I will ignore you."

Wen Ying's body was slightly stiff, and Ling Qiyan smiled in his ear: "If you agree, I will treat you well."

Wen Ying lowered his head and grabbed his lips.

Tossing and kissing on the couch over and over again, as if to engulf someone, Wen Ying held Ling Qiyan's face in both hands, and his breathing became heavier.

Ling Qiyan was dizzy from being kissed, wrapped her legs around his waist, and subconsciously rubbed against him.

Wen Ying held him down violently, got up from him after a heavy gasp, went to the table and poured a glass of cold water, and poured it down.

Ling Qiyan sat up, amused by Wen Ying's embarrassment and forbearance: "Do it if you want to, and do what you can."

"Marching outside is inconvenient."

Wen Ying threw out this sentence, ignored him, and just poured half a pot of cold water into his belly.

Ling Qiyan lay back on the quilt in a bored manner, ... Forget it, the wood that doesn't understand the style.

Wen Ying came back after washing, lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down, and took Ling Qiyan into his arms.

Ling Qiyan turned over, pressed him closer, and asked in a low voice: "If you really become an emperor and marry a male queen, what will happen to your heirs? Can't there be no successors?"

Wen Ying pinched his waist: "Will you worry about this?"

"I worry about you."

"Thank you."

Ling Qiyan stretched out his foot and kicked it, but was caught by Wen Ying's legs.

Ling Qiyan said angrily: "I said just now that you are not allowed to bully me!"

"No bullying." Wen Ying said hoarsely, rubbing him in his arms, and kissed him again.

"Then tell me, what about the son?" Ling Qiyan asked vaguely with his lips and teeth pressed together.

Wen Ying let him go, and said indifferently: "If Twelve is a promising one, he is the most suitable, and Xiao Liu is also good, and there are others, you can take a look, if you can't, you can choose from the clan. There will be no successor."

"Is that all right?"

"Why not?"

... Seems to be the reason?

Ling Qiyan let out a "huh", and in the darkness, Wen Ying looked at him with burning eyes: "So, are you willing to be a queen?"

"Let's see how you behave."

Ling Qiyan figured it out. Anyway, being a queen is not bad for him, and he has a higher status than the prince, which is good.

He has always been a big-hearted person, and he put away those entangled little thoughts in an instant, happily accepted Wen Ying's proposal, and lay down in his arms and closed his eyes to sleep.

Listening to Ling Qiyan's slow and steady breathing, Wen Ying's tense mind gradually relaxed, and a kiss fell on his forehead.