Wen Xiangyanyu

In mid-April, [-] soldiers and horses from the northwest of Dacheng Township marched into the capital of Barrington, led by Zhang Kan, the deputy commander in chief.

After three days of fierce fighting, some nobles in the city gave up their resistance, opened the city gate privately, and left the city to surrender.

King Barrington Khan abandoned the city and fled. He was chased by the pursuers for six hundred miles and beheaded under the snow-capped mountains in the extremely cold place in the Western Regions.

The stinky blood poured on his face, Ling Qiyan wiped it vigorously, and made two pee pee, disgusted.

He picked up the dirty braids of King Barrington Khan, dragged the bloody head and galloped back. The remnants of Barrington behind him had no power to resist and collapsed like a mountain.

The horn of victory resounded through the sky.

It was already ten days later when we returned to Fengri City.

His Royal Highness King Yan "has not recovered from serious injuries", and has been recuperating in Fengri City for some time.

Ling Qiyan entered the door excitedly, Wen Ying was writing a memorial to be submitted to the emperor, when he heard footsteps, he looked up at him, and then looked away.

Ling Qiyan swayed in front of him triumphantly: "Poor scholar, do you know that I chopped off the head of King Khan with my own hands? I am amazing."

"Well, you are very good." Wen Ying continued to write his memorial without raising his head.

Although Zhang Kan led the army in this battle, Ling Qiyan took his commander-in-chief badge and went with him. Later, he personally led the troops to chase the fleeing King Barrington Khan, beheaded the Khan King, and immediately As soon as you do your best, the news of the day has been sent back to Fengri City.

Ling Qiyan folded his arms, and saw that his reaction was flat, and said unhappily: "Why are you like this? We haven't seen each other for more than ten days, and this is how you treat me? Are you jealous that I stole your head?"

"Not jealous." Wen Ying was perfunctory.

Seeing this, Ling Qiyan became more and more dissatisfied: "Then watch me talk."

Wen Ying raised his eyes helplessly, and handed Ling Qiyan his unfinished memorial.

Seeing the content on it clearly, Ling Qiyan immediately blushed.

Not only was Wen Ying not jealous of him, but he also bragged about his achievements in the memorabilia and helped him seek rewards from the emperor, for fear that the emperor would forget him.

Ling Qiyan blinked after seeing it, and asked hesitantly: "You mentioned my name in front of your father, doesn't he look bad? If he knows that I followed you to the northwest, will he hate me even more?"

He has a little guilty conscience, Wen Ying is now the emperor's most valued and promising son, so he took it as his own, and even said that he wants to marry him, can the emperor let him go if he knows?

"Do whatever you want," Wen Yingdan said, "but your contribution cannot be obliterated, and you must have the reward you deserve."

Ling Qiyan was even more entangled when he heard the words: "What reward? I want the money, and it's fine to be an official."

"Ask him for a title."

"Really?"

"Ah."

Wen Ying didn't say any more, took the memorial back and continued to finish.

Ling Qiyan was stunned for a moment, leaning on the desk with one hand, staring at his calm side face for a moment, as if he suddenly understood why Wen Ying agreed so readily this time, and he followed to attack the capital of Barrington.

... This person specially gave him the opportunity to perform meritorious service.

Thinking of this, he asked casually: "That's why you let me go with Zhang Kan and the others?"

"It's your own ability," Wen Ying wrote the memorial, and praised him without hesitation, "If the person you killed wasn't King Barrington Khan, I wouldn't be able to say this for you."

Originally, he just wanted Ling Qiyan to gain a good reputation, but Ling Qiyan's performance was indeed beyond his expectations, although he knew that this kid was actually out for the limelight and for fun.

Sure enough.

Never thought that Wen Ying would even consider this for him, Ling Qiyan rarely felt embarrassed: "Anyway, thank you."

Wen Ying stopped writing, raised his hand and touched his face: "Yes."

The two talked for a while, then sent a letter in, Wen Ying read it and put it aside casually, Ling Qiyan took it and quickly browsed it.

The letter was written by Wen Ying's cronies who stayed in Beijing. It said that Fang Shixiang and Qian Yong had been escorted to Beijing. The confession and physical evidence were presented to the imperial court. The emperor was furious and ordered a thorough investigation into their collusion with the enemy. .

Moreover, on their way to Beijing, they encountered an attack by rogues. They were in charge of escorting the soldiers and horses, and they had been prepared for a long time.

Qian Yong was stabbed by the rogues, but his life was not lost, but he changed from lifeless and silent to extremely crazy. confessed.

According to what Qian Yong said, in Fengri Mountain, when the two armies were fighting in chaos, the person who shot Wen Ying coldly was his own soldier, because Fang Shi wanted to imply that it was the one behind him who wanted Wen Ying to die. Only then was the ghost confused.

As for who is behind this, everyone can guess, let alone the emperor who has already been extremely dissatisfied with the crown prince of the East Palace.

Ling Qiyan was annoyed in his heart. If he had known that Qian Yong was the one who shot the sniper, he should have taught that person some more lessons that day: "Since the emperor said that he would investigate thoroughly, and the matter involved the prince of the dynasty, it must not be so fast for a while. Conclusion, but the position of the prince of the dog is over."

Frowning and thinking for a moment, he asked Wen Ying, "Do you think the emperor would kill dogs?"

Ling Qiyan was very skeptical. Even his fake son, the emperor showed mercy. He loved and pampered the crown prince for so many years, how could he really be willing to be cruel?

But if Ling Qiyu didn't die, it would be too cheap for him, no matter how I think about it, I feel regretful.

"He wants to kill." Wen Ying said firmly.

"Are you so sure?"

Wen Ying calmly explained: "Your Majesty values ​​face the most. His crown prince wasted the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, colluded with the enemy, treasoned the country, and murdered his brothers. Such a crown prince made him lose face and ruin his prestige. He must wish to kill him quickly. How much he used to do?" I value the prince so much, I hate him so much now, only by killing him can I appease his anger."

This is true, Ling Qiyan thought, this is not an ordinary embarrassment, who would not suspect that the emperor was not upright and could not teach his son well, so that he committed such a crime, the emperor can bear it this?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help gloating, it should be.

Ling Qiyu's dog is only a little clever, because he doesn't like reading, and he gets a headache when he sees books, so that makes the kid able to recite poems at the age of five is a genius, and the emperor's expectations are too high, and now he has come out. The eldest son of the emperor, didn't he force that dog to show his original shape. What the emperor scolded him in the past has now come true to the dog, which is too right.

Wen Ying said again: "But it won't be too easy. If your majesty wants to kill the prince, the queen will definitely force her to die, making things even worse. Of course, your majesty probably doesn't care about her, and she may even be so angry that she will directly abolish the empress. The responsibility for not teaching the prince well is all on the empress, but there is still the empress."

"... Queen Mother?" Ling Qiyan was taken aback.

Wen Ying reminded him: "Don't forget, that is also the grandson of her old man."

Ling Qiyan didn't believe it: "Aren't you? He wanted to kill you, and outsiders thought you were seriously injured and unconscious for several days before waking up. Why shouldn't the dog pay for your life?"

"But I'm not dead," Wen Ying shook his head slightly, "If I die, he will surely die, but I'm still alive, and if our army wins this battle, he will have a chance to live. Your Majesty spared his life, and maybe let him guard the imperial tomb, and use the rest of his life to forgive his sins."

Ling Qiyan was speechless.

He was raised by the empress dowager, so he knows the empress dowager better than Wen Ying. The empress dowager is a kind-hearted person who can't bear to be crushed to death by an ant. His own grandson, no matter how disappointed he is, will always want to save his life for him of.

But letting that dog go like this is really not reconciled.

Wen Ying squeezed his hand: "Don't worry too much, he will die sooner or later, sooner or later, don't worry."

"It's a disaster for him to live one more day, and he will die early."

Ling Qiyan curled her lips, too lazy to continue talking about this.

In the afternoon, an imperial decree from Beijing suddenly arrived at Fengri City, and it was the emperor who summoned Wen Ying to return to Beijing.

The imperial decree didn't say much, just let him be healthy enough to leave, so he went back as soon as possible, and there were two imperial physicians who were specially sent by the emperor to treat Wen Ying.

As soon as the imperial decree was read out, the eyes of all the subordinates present at that time looked at Wen Ying slightly changed. The emperor's concern for His Royal Highness King Yi was beyond words. It is self-evident what it is.

But in front of people, Wen Ying was still pale, weak and reticent, and didn't even show any joy.

The two imperial physicians were taken in by him for his own use. Afterwards, he still pretended to be seriously injured, and stayed here for a few more days to make sure that everything that Barrington should arrange was properly arranged to ensure that there would be no further mistakes. Then he set off. , Go back to Liangcheng in the northwest first.

It was early May when I returned to the palace in Liangcheng.

They have only lived in the Prince Yi's Mansion in Liangcheng for less than half a year, but they have a lot of things, all of which are priceless treasures of Ling Qiyan.

Not in a hurry to ask someone to clean it up, Ling Qiyan stopped in front of the museum shelf in the house, stared at the luminous pearl that had been placed on it, and watched it quietly for a while.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned his head and rushed into Wen Ying with a smile: "Poor scholar, why didn't you think that I didn't think of it before, you have kept this luminous pearl with me, but you actually want to give it to me?"

Wen Ying ignored him, went to sit down by the couch, and had some refreshments.

Ling Qiyan approached him with a smile and teased him: "Why are you so dishonest? If you want to give something, you can give it away, but if you don't want to tell the truth, just put it here. I thought you were showing off to me deliberately." .”

"That's because you're stupid." Wen Ying threw out this sentence calmly, pouring tea into his mouth.

"Look at your mouth, I can bear you, so can't you say something nice?"

Wen Ying looked at him: "What do you think I should say?"

Ling Qiyan laughed and said, "How come you don't know how to have fun? Say you like me, talk to me about love, it's all written in the scriptures."

"Aren't you dismissive of those in the dialogue? That's not what His Royal Highness Prince Yu said back then." Wen Ying reminded him in a cold voice.

Ling Qiyan thought about it, back then?

He wanted to remember, it was all many years ago, when he occasionally read those romantic and romantic idle books to pass the time, once Wen Ying saw it and asked him if he believed what was written in the book, What did he say then?

... He obviously didn't say anything!

"You wronged me, how can I dismiss it?" Ling Qiyan denied it.

Wen Ying exposed him bluntly: "You clearly didn't believe in these before, and you still thought about three wives and four concubines, hugging left and right."

"Can't you believe it now?" Ling Qiyan was annoyed, what three wives and four concubines, he just touched the hands and faces of those little ladies, "You are small-minded and jealous, and you really like to run on me. You said you are interesting, it happened so many years ago, and I still remember it so clearly."

Wen Ying stretched out his hand to grab him, and took him into his arms.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't move, be quiet."

Pressed and kneaded by Wen Ying, Ling Qiyan groaned a few times, be honest.

Rolled around in Wen Ying's arms, reaching out to wrap his arms around his waist.

After a while, he felt itchy again, hooked his fingers around Wen Ying's belt, touched it for a while, untied it, and then opened the hem of his clothes.

The restless hands became more and more violent, Wen Ying frowned and pressed down: "Stop making trouble."

Ling Qiyan raised his eyelids and looked at him: "I don't think so?"

Wen Ying pursed her lips lightly.

Ling Qiyan laughed, touched his thing, and let him go: "Forget it, it's sunny, I won't provoke you."

As soon as he sat up, Wen Ying fished him back and pressed him into the couch.

There was thunder rolling outside the window, rumbling depressingly, and the rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell.

The sticky rustling sound was covered up, Ling Qiyan couldn't bear it anymore, curled up his toes, stepped on Wen Ying's thigh, and let out a sticky nasal voice in his hoarse voice: "Hot..."

Wen Ying bit his neck, and the voice in his ear became more and more sweet, panting and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is the heat?"

"It's hot everywhere," Ling Qiyan muttered vaguely, with a tone of anger and resentment, "You are too annoying, hurry up, stop it."

"Be patient." Wen Ying's voice became hoarse.

His lips were blocked, and Ling Qiyan couldn't say a word anymore. He buried his head on Wen Ying's shoulder, humming softly, and he seemed to be getting hotter.

The end of Shen.

After half an afternoon of rain, the pagoda tree outside the window, which was transplanted at this time last year, bloomed in clusters, which was very gratifying.

Ling Qiyan lazily leaned on the couch by the window and looked out, a little absent-minded.

The long hair that had just been washed in the bath was hanging loose, and the water was still dripping, and the cheeks that had been evaporated by the hot water were flushed, like rouge that had been wiped off.

Wen Ying was fully dressed, and when he turned around, he saw his appearance and stared at him for a while.

Ling Qiyan seemed to be aware of it, and looked up.

Wen Ying looked away, took a cloth towel, sat next to him, wrapped his wet long hair and wiped it.

Wen Ying's movements are not gentle, and there is a vague lust in his brows and eyes that has not dissipated from the previous confusion, but he seems to be extraordinarily serious.

Seeing him like this, Ling Qiyan couldn't help laughing, how could this person pretend to be so serious, as if the person who was like a beast and suppressed him before was not him.

"Poor scholar."

"Ah."

"...Let's listen to a love story."

The movements of Wen Ying's hands paused, and he looked at him: "What do you want to hear?"

"think it yourself."

After a moment of silence, Wen Ying continued to brush his hair.

Ling Qiyan thought that he refused to speak and wanted to make trouble with him again, but he heard his usual deep voice whispering in his ear: "You are obedient, this king loves you."

Ling Qiyan was taken aback for a moment, a numb itching spread in his heart, and then he burst out laughing.

At the end of the laugh, he lay down in Wen Ying's arms again, and took a long time to catch his breath. He pulled Wen Ying's sleeve and poked his arm: "Then you are obedient, and I will love you too."

Wen Ying touched his face: "OK."

Feeling relieved, Ling Qiyan pressed against his palm and rubbed it lightly.

Wen Ying bent down and asked in his ear, "You were absent-minded just now, what were you thinking?"

"No..., um." He couldn't say it, maybe he was going back to Beijing, and he was vaguely uneasy?

"Don't think about what you have and what you don't have. When you go back to Beijing, you go to Zhuangzi to live for a while. If I can really help you get the title, you will have a foothold in Shangjing."

"What if I can't get it? His Royal Highness is planning to hide in a golden house?"

Ling Qiyan had an unclear smile in his eyes, and looked at him.

Wen Ying lightly "Yes", said: "It's also possible."

Ling Qiyan pushed him: "Go away."

Wen Ying hugged him even tighter.