Wen Xiangyanyu

The next day, the whole army pulled out of camp.

After marching for three days, at the foot of Fengri Mountain, Wen Ying ordered to stop the camp and set up the camp, rest for a day, then climb the mountain and continue to march to Fengri City.

In the tent, Ling Qiyan was carefully cleaning his saber, thinking that he would go up the mountain tomorrow and kill all directions, his face was full of eagerness to try, and he even couldn't wait.

When Wen Ying came in, he had wiped his sword back and forth several times, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and smiled brightly at Wen Ying: "What time is the departure scheduled for tomorrow?"

"After the hour has passed." Wen Ying's eyes flicked from his smiling face to the sharp sword in his hand, and he paused.

Ling Qiyan said happily: "Well, go to bed early tonight, wake up early tomorrow, and recharge your spirits."

Wen Ying stepped forward, and Ling Qiyan took out the sword from his waist: "I'll wipe it for you too."

Wen Ying did not refuse, and looked at him silently. Ling Qiyan held his sword in his hand and wiped it carefully, with a focused and careful look.

It was rare for him to be so meticulous and patient.

Looking at Ling Qiyan like this, Wen Ying couldn't help but think of the past.

At that time, Ling Qiyan was still His Royal Highness Yu Wang, but he was willing to condescend to accompany him to buy trivial things for the exam, help him arrange the officials of the Tribute Court in advance, and wait at the gate of the Tribute Court when his exam was over.

From the very beginning, this man was kind to him in every possible way, and he never forgot it.

So even if his identity has been taken for 20 years, he doesn't care about it, let alone care about it.

After wiping Wen Ying's sword until it was shining, Ling Qiyan danced it twice, very satisfied, and handed it back to Wen Ying, raised his chin: "Take it."

Wen Ying took it, put the sword into the sheath, and put it on the sword stand aside.

Ling Qiyan propped his hands on the couch behind him, leaned back lazily, and asked him casually: "Have you found out how many soldiers and horses are buried on this mountain?"

Wen Ying nodded: "Thirty thousand troops were transferred from the capital of Barrington, and two large tribes nearby added a total of 8 troops. Including the original Fengri City guards, the total is [-]."

Ling Qiyan was surprised: "Isn't that more than ours?"

"Well, there are more."

The series of troop deployments by the Barrington court was done very covertly, and the spies he sent had a hard time finding out the news. If they hadn't discovered that someone in the army was collaborating with the enemy, they would have been unprepared to bite the bullet and go over the mountain. I'm afraid that there will be heavy casualties, and even the entire army will be wiped out.

In order to pull him down, Ling Qiyu had such vicious thoughts, not only wanted him to die, but also wanted his men to be defeated, so that he would bear the infamy and be infamous for thousands of years.

Ling Qiyan couldn't help but feel a little worried: "...Then can this work? When will the reinforcements from the Assassins come over?"

"Don't worry," Wen Ying said indifferently, "King Khan of the Assassins led his troops here himself, and he is already on his way. We can't let these Barringtonians find them. They took a detour and delayed for a while, but it's almost there, and we can't get out. trouble."

Ling Qiyan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then why do you still look serious? Who upset you again?"

"No," Wen Ying looked at him, hesitated to speak, and considered his words, "Tomorrow when we go up the mountain, there will be a tough battle to fight, and the supply camp will still stay here."

Ling Qiyan answered casually: "Didn't you make all the arrangements?"

"You stay too."

Ling Qiyan was taken aback, as if he didn't understand: "What do you mean by staying?"

"You stay and take care of the luggage."

Unexpectedly, Wen Ying would make such an arrangement, Ling Qiyan frowned, and immediately refused: "I don't, I'll go with you, it's not like you have no one under your command, what do you want me to stay here for, I don't want it."

He wiped his sword three times, and even said that he was asked to stay and guard the luggage?What reason!

Wen Ying insisted: "It's dangerous, don't go, stay."

"Didn't you say you could definitely win? What's the danger? I'm going."

"Just in case, you'd better stay."

The smile on the corner of Ling Qiyan's mouth faded away: "So what if it's dangerous? Isn't it equally dangerous if you go? If you can go, why can't I go? You just look down on me."

"I didn't look down on you," Wen Ying coaxed him, but his tone was very strong, "Don't let me be distracted on the battlefield, you stay."

"What if I choose to go?"

"No."

No matter what Ling Qiyan said, Wen Ying just refused to agree to take him with him.

Ling Qiyan's face turned cold, he suddenly got up and kicked him.

Wen Ying was unmoved: "Be obedient, don't make trouble."

"I didn't quarrel with you, it was you who were unreasonable, you treated me like a three-year-old baby!" Ling Qiyan raised his voice.

Wen Ying looked at him and stopped talking.

"...You can't control me."

Leaving this sentence behind, Ling Qiyan left in a huff.

Wen Ying didn't go after him, but called a few guards to follow.

Ling Qiyan went out angrily, and rode his little goblin for a lap, venting his anger that couldn't get up or down.

After chasing the sunset for a long time, I got tired later, so I sat down on the bank of a water and started throwing stones into the water in boredom.

Poor scholar, smelly scholar, bastard...

After scolding Wen Ying back and forth, Ling Qiyan became more and more uncomfortable, is he so delicate?Why not let him follow?Wen Ying clearly looked down on him.

He is not that delicate little lady, why should he be guarded in the barracks?

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them suddenly.

Ling Qiyan frowned lightly, feeling something was wrong.

Along the way, he had been on the battlefield with Wen Ying quite a bit. Even if it was to make him happy when he went to attack the military fort that time, Wen Ying did take him with him.

Although tomorrow's battle is more difficult than the previous ones, why did Wen Ying's attitude suddenly become so resolute?

The more he thought about it, the more weird he felt, his mind turned a few times, and he vaguely thought of something, got up and got on his horse, and went back to the barracks.

Walking into the tent, Wen Ying was at his desk writing a report to the emperor, Ling Qiyan walked lightly to his side, tugged on his sleeve: "Tell me."

Wen Ying put down his pen and looked up at him.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Are you saying you have something to hide from me?"

Ling Qiyan stared into Wen Ying's eyes with a sullen face, trying to get some clues from his expression.

But this person always has that dull coffin face: "No."

Ling Qiyan raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "I don't believe it, tell me the truth."

Wen Ying said calmly: "If you don't believe me, what do you still ask me?"

Ling Qiyan suddenly became angry again: "I was very upset just now, didn't you notice?"

"Found."

"Then you continue to be angry with me?" Ling Qiyan was very dissatisfied, "Can't you say something nice to make me happy? You still say you like me, and that's why you like me?"

Wen Ying shook his head slightly: "You won't be happy with what I say today, unless I promise you to go with me, but I don't want you to go, what I say will definitely not be what you want to hear, it's better not to say it. "

Ling Qiyan was so angry that he patted him again: "It's all nonsense, you don't want me to go, there must be a reason, right? Just because of the danger? Or do you think I will cause trouble for you?"

"All."

Ling Qiyan endured his anger: "Then you took me there when you attacked the military castle?"

Wen Yingdan said: "Although I am sure about tomorrow's battle, the variables are indeed greater than every time before. I don't want to take you to take risks."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Ling Qiyan poked his face hard: "You just look down on me, your soldiers can go to the battlefield, Wen Qing can go to the battlefield, but I can't, what do you think of me?"

"I didn't look down on you, you think too much." Wen Ying grabbed his hand, squeezed it lightly, trying to comfort him.

"Then let me go with you."

"No."

On this point, Wen Ying was resolutely unwilling to back down.

Ling Qiyan became more and more frustrated.

He still felt that Wen Ying was hiding something from him, but Wen Ying's donkey temper, he made up his mind not to say anything, even if he used an iron bar to pry his mouth open, he wouldn't be able to pry his mouth open.

irritating.

From then until bedtime, Ling Qiyan was always at odds with this matter, and refused to say a word to Wen Ying.

The night is fading.

Ling Qiyan lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, Wen Ying patted him on the waist: "Go to bed early, don't turn over."

Ling Qiyan lay flat, staring at the dark roof of the tent in the night, Wen Ying reminded him again: "It's late, go to sleep."

"You're a jerk."

"Ah."

Ling Qiyan sniffed: "You don't allow me to follow, you are afraid that I will be in danger, do you think I really won't worry about you at all? You don't even look at your injuries..."

It seems that he has never been so entangled with a person or something. Even when he knew his life experience that day, he was more confused and at a loss. , It's all caused by this person.

How come he just likes it, love is really a troublesome thing, just like in the past, just eat well, sleep well, play well every day, and don't care about anyone or anything else, how comfortable it is.

But this bastard Wen Ying didn't appreciate it, he was self-righteous, arrogant and domineering.

In the darkness, Ling Qiyan couldn't see the expression on Wen Ying's face clearly, only heard his hoarse voice whispering in his ear: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Ling Qiyan raised his hand and rubbed his face, forcing himself to suppress those emotions: "...you are a big bastard, I hate you."

"Ah."

Wen Ying's breath was close, and he was pulled into his arms.

Ling Qiyan turned around and hugged him.

After embracing each other quietly for a moment, Ling Qiyan asked in a muffled voice in Wen Ying's arms: "Can you really not let me go together? Would you think about it again?"

"No."

Seeing him so unhappy before, maybe he was a little shaken, but now that he said "worried" himself, it is even more impossible to let him go.

"You are so bad."

Ling Qiyan lowered his head and bit his shoulder.

Wen Ying didn't say a word, let him bite, gently supported his back to comfort him.

Ling Qiyan let go suddenly, kicked again, turned around, and raised the quilt.

The next morning, when the army was about to set off, Ling Qiyan still didn't give up, and dog-leggedly helped Wen Ying put on the armor with his own hands, flattering him, saying: "Good Highness, good brother, if you can, take me with you."

Wen Ying glanced at him and ignored him.

Ling Qiyan held his breath, and continued his efforts: "I promise not to cause you any trouble, I will follow you, I will go wherever you go, I will never show off my prestige, I will run when I have to, can't this work?"

"No, I don't have time to take care of you." Wen Ying threw out this sentence in a deep voice, without any discussion at all.

"I have hands and feet, and I don't need you to look after them."

"That's not OK."

"...Is it really not accommodating at all?"

"No."

Ling Qiyan reached out and pushed, threw the unfastened belt on him, and sat back on the couch angrily.

What's the big deal, it's not that he doesn't have long legs, and after a while when the army sets out, he sneaks behind him, he still doesn't believe it, Wen Ying can drive him back if he really goes up the mountain.

He was not allowed to go, but he insisted on going.

Ling Qiyan secretly made up his mind, not noticing when Wen Ying had walked up to him, bent down, put his arms on both sides of his body, and looked straight into his eyes: "What are you thinking?"

As if caught, Ling Qiyan felt a little guilty, blinked his eyelashes, and pretended to be stupid: "No."

"You have."

Wen Ying saw right through him.

Ling Qiyan can never hide things in his heart, and shows everything on his face.

"No." Ling Qiyan was not convinced, but he didn't say anything, because this bastard always perfunctory him, so he couldn't learn from him.

Looking at each other in silence for a moment, Wen Ying didn't ask any more questions, lowered his eyes, grabbed Ling Qiyan's hand, and squeezed his palm lightly.

Without waiting for Ling Qiyan's reaction, he suddenly pulled out an iron chain from behind, quickly bound Ling Qiyan's wrist, and tied it to the foot of the wooden couch.

Ling Qiyan came back to his senses, subconsciously raised his hand, the iron chain was locked tightly, and he couldn't break free at all. He raised his eyes suddenly and glared at Wen Ying: "What are you doing?"

Wen Ying touched his face: "Be good, I'll be back soon, don't think about what's there, just stay here and wait, be obedient."

"You let me go!"

Wen Ying didn't listen to him, and looked at his bound wrists again, making sure that the iron chain was tied outside his sleeves, and didn't strangle his flesh, so he felt relieved.

Ling Qiyan raised his hand, and slapped him on the face, not hard, but with an exceptionally loud voice, all the servants who accompanied the army in the tent to serve them immediately knelt down, bowed their heads deeply, not daring to look.

Ling Qiyan's eyes were already red with anger, but Wen Ying didn't care at all, she leaned over and kissed him on the eyelids.

"For the last time, I will listen to you in everything from now on, don't be angry."

"What's wrong with you!" Ling Qiyan was furious, "You must have something to hide from me! If you don't tell me, I will fight you!"

Wen Ying lowered his voice and asked everyone in the tent to retreat.

He raised his hand and caressed Ling Qiyan's face. Ling Qiyan was covered with thorns at the moment, and turned his face away, not wanting him to touch it: "...you take off this dog chain, I don't want to tie it, my hand hurts .”

Wen Ying asked him: "If I let you go, will you secretly follow me as soon as I leave?"

Being exposed, Ling Qiyan's heart pounded, but he refused to admit it on the face: "No, I didn't think about it that way, you wronged me."

"Whether you have been wronged or not, you know in your heart."

"……go away!"

Ling Qiyan glared again.

Wen Ying just didn't see it: "You stay here obediently, after an hour, someone will help you untie this, don't try to untie it yourself, be careful to rub the flesh."

Ling Qiyan kicked him: "Then tell me, what are you hiding from me?"

Wen Ying still refused to explain, but softened his voice: "I assure you, nothing will happen, what I just said is also true, this is the last time, everything will be up to you in the future."

When he said this, Ling Qiyan was even more anxious: "Is there any danger? You deliberately didn't tell me, and you refused to let me go? What about you? What are you going to do?"

"No, no danger, don't worry."

Ling Qiyan didn't believe it: "You're lying."

Wen Ying didn't give him a chance to ask any more questions, so he stood up straight, took the sword, gave him one last look, turned and left.

"Come back and speak clearly!" Ling Qiyan was angry and impatient, and threw the tea cup at his back at his back.

Wen Ying's footsteps did not stop. He walked out of the tent and heard the sound of porcelain falling to the ground behind him. He closed his eyes lightly, and told Jiang Lin who was guarding outside in a deep voice: "Hao Sheng serves him. If he loses his temper, let him lose his temper. Don't let him sneak out."

Jiang Lin agreed and went inside.

Ling Qiyan's intermittent cursing came from the tent, Wen Ying listened in silence for a moment, got on his horse, and gave the order to set off.