Wen Xiangyanyu

On Ling Qining's last seven days, Wen Ying and Ling Qiyan went out of the palace, went to the royal temple on the outskirts of Beijing to perform a ritual ceremony for him, and lit a long-burning lamp.

I only hope that he will have a good pregnancy in his next life and never meet a brother like Ling Qiyu again.

Ling Qiyan went to see the eminent monk who once commented on him again, this time the eminent monk didn't say anything, just stared at him for a while, turned the prayer beads and recited a Buddhist saying that he didn't understand.

Ling Qiyan asked: "You said back then that I was the fate of the lone star of the evil spirit, what about now?"

The hoarse voice of the old monk echoed in the temple: "Fate is determined by nature, but it depends on man's efforts. Once it comes, it will be safe."

"really?"

"As it should be."

Ling Qiyan thanked him.

Walking out of the hall, Wen Ying was standing in the corridor waiting for him.

Ling Qiyan walked over: "Why don't you go in with me? What are you doing standing here?"

Wen Ying's expression was light: "I don't believe this."

"But I think it's pretty accurate."

He didn't believe it before, but now he has to believe it, but it doesn't matter, the old monk said, it depends on human effort.

What's more, Wen Ying also said that if he had the destiny of Ziwei Emperor Star, he would be unable to defeat him no matter what.

Wen Ying took his hand: "Let's go."

After entering the city, they went to the residence of Ling Qiyan bestowed by the emperor.

Ling Qiyan's favor has come down, he is an Earl Liu, and the mansion he was rewarded with is not big, in a secluded place in the east of the city, this is the first time Ling Qiyan has come here.

The Wen family who were brought into Shangjing lived here.

It was what Ling Qiyan meant, since he didn't come to live anyway, it would be a waste to have the mansion empty, it would be better to let the Wen family live here, and it would save some popularity for the mansion.

They came in modest clothes and did not bring many people with them. Before the carriage arrived, all the young and old of the Wen family had already gone out to greet them.

These people have been here in the capital for almost two years, and they are no longer timid and ashamed as before, but when they see them, they are still well-behaved and honest as before.

Wen Qing is not here. He has made great contributions in the last two battles in Barrington. He is now a rank-[-] military general and still stays in the northwest. The imperial court intends to open a military mansion in Barrington. He invites him to come over , Determined to stay out of the crowd and not come back.

Several uncles of the Wen family took the money Wen Ying gave them and opened a restaurant together. Xuetang, people like them are very ordinary and unremarkable in Shangjing, but compared to before, life is much easier and there is hope.

Together with Wen Ying, they were welcomed into the door by Wen's family. Ling Qiyan looked around and found that the emperor was quite generous to him. Although this uncle's mansion is not big, it is full of exquisiteness and good feng shui. It is a good place .

There were no servants in the mansion, only the Wen family lived there. They consciously left the main courtyard untouched, and chose to live in a small courtyard farthest from the mansion. The whole family was crowded together, and they used the side door to get in and out. Every day I come to the main courtyard to clean, and I take care of every flower and grass with great dedication.

After exchanging greetings, Wen Ying called a group of younger brothers forward and tested their knowledge in turn.

The oldest of these children is twelve years old, and the youngest is just starting out. Regardless of whether they are smart or not, they are all willing to learn, and they do well.

Ling Qiyan rested his chin on one hand, and listened to them shaking their heads and reciting the book in front of Wen Ying. He secretly lamented that these youngsters were not like him, as long as they could study well, they would be good.

Several elders kept thanking Wen Ying, with tears in their eyes. If it weren't for Wen Ying, they wouldn't be where they are today.

"Uncle, don't thank him. Didn't you see that he is becoming less and less talkative? Even if you stay away from him, he will really become that high-ranking lonely family in the future. They are all from his own family. Why bother to be so polite."

Ling Qiyan's careless words made those men very at a loss, and this was the first time Ling Qiyan called them that.

Wen Ying glanced at him, said nothing, and signaled the others to sit down: "You don't need to be too polite, uncles, it's just the same as before."

Ling Qiyan turned her head to wink with him, and slightly raised the corners of her lips.

There was no one else in the room at the back, and the two of them were left talking alone. Ling Qiyan stretched and sighed casually: "I just saw those children, and they have only studied for two years, and they already look good and speak well. Yes, it must not be underestimated in the future, and with the help of your elder brother, the prince, the future will definitely be great, thank you."

Wen Ying reminded him in a deep voice: "You said it yourself, no thanks."

"Don't be so verbal, you said that, what's the matter with me thanking you?" Ling Qiyan laughed for a while, and continued, "Wen Qing is also promising, and the Wen family will really be famous in the future, so I will follow Long face, beautiful scenery."

"Ah."

Wen Ying didn't say much, drinking tea calmly.

Looking at his appearance, Ling Qiyan couldn't help but want to laugh, so she moved to his side and sat on his lap.

Wen Ying put down the teacup, put his arms around his waist, and asked him what he wanted to do with his eyes.

Ling Qiyan rubbed against his nose, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness, tell me the truth, are you helping the Wen family so much just to repay the kindness of nurturing?"

Wen Ying looked at him quietly.

"Is it for me? Are you afraid that I will be looked down upon when I become a queen in the future?"

Wen Ying raised his hand and squeezed his waist and hips, acquiescing to this.

He really did it for Ling Qiyan, but not just because of what he said.

"You worry too much, I don't care what other people think."

Putting his arms around Ling Qiyan's waist, Wen Ying asked him slowly: "Do you know that there was a male queen in the previous dynasty?"

Ling Qiyan looked surprised.

"Emperor Qi Le of the previous dynasty was emperor for [-] years. He was good at both literature and martial arts. The empress of the Yuan Dynasty died young, and there was no heir after that. The only prince died young and had no heir. After his death, the throne fell to the side of the clan. .”

Ling Qiyan didn't understand, so: "I know this, I was forced to read the history books, but wasn't he a woman after the Yuan Dynasty? She also gave birth to a son, but his life was not good. Both myself and my son died early."

"After the death of the Empress Yuan, the emperor actually had a successor, a man with whom he was very affectionate, so he had no other heirs for more than ten years. The courtiers criticized this a lot, and they were unwilling to recognize a man. For the empress, the later emperor passed away, and the new emperor and a group of courtiers charged the empress with a crime and executed him. He also moved out the rules and regulations of the ancestors, erased the name of his empress, and did not bury him with the emperor. , In the history books of later generations, he only left the name of a sycophant who flattered the Lord."

Ling Qiyan was stunned.

Wen Ying's expression darkened: "This is not unofficial history, it is something that really happened. I have read the secret books of the previous dynasty in the library hall of the palace to confirm that it is true."

Ling Qiyan stared at him in a daze, and it took him a long time to recover his voice: "...that's why you want to appoint Xiao Shier as the emperor's younger brother in the future, because he is also my younger brother and will not harm me? You cultivate these Wen family members with your heart, Do you want them to be my backing?"

Wen Ying nodded: "If one day, the Wen family can become a century-old family like the Lin family and stand still, no one in future generations will dare to disrespect you."

He doesn't care whether Jiangshan has successors, but for Ling Qiyan, he has to arrange everything.

Wen Ying seldom told him his thoughts, and it was rare for him to take the initiative. Ling Qiyan didn't expect that he thought so far.

"You're like this, I don't even know what to say."

Ling Qiyan suppressed this sentence, lowered his head, his heart was in a mess, and it seemed that something that had already taken root and sprouted was blooming brilliantly.

After being quiet for a while, he posted it, hugged Wen Ying and kissed him: "Poor scholar, you are so kind, I don't even know how to repay you."

"No need."

"Yes, Your Majesty, do you want to make a promise with your body?"

Seeing the sly smile in Ling Qiyan's eyes, Wen Ying pinched the back of his neck and kissed him back.

They had a lunch in the Bo's house, and they set off to leave before the deadline.

Passing near the Imperial College, Ling Qiyan asked people to park on the side of the street, Wen Ying asked him, "What are you doing?"

Ling Qiyan said "I'll come as soon as I go, you wait", and jumped out of the car.

Watching him walk into the candied fruit shop on the street, Wen Ying's slightly frowned brows slowly relaxed.

A quarter of an hour later, Ling Qiyan came back, dangling an oiled paper bag in his hand, leaning against the side of the car and looking at Wen Yingxiao in the car: "Does Your Highness want to eat candied fruit? I bought it specially for you."

Wen Ying's heart moved, and he carried him into the car.

Ling Qiyan was too lazy to move, just lazily leaning on Wenying's arms, stuffing it with oiled paper: "Here."

Wen Ying took it smoothly: "How did you think of buying this?"

"Just passing by, I saw it, and thought of it. You are a small-minded person, and you have been worrying about such a trivial matter for several years. This time, I will buy you candied fruit. Don't worry about the past." Ling Qi Yan said while laughing.

Wen Ying stared at his smiling eyes for a moment and asked, "Want to drink?"

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised. It was a rare time when Wen Ying asked him if he wanted to drink. He smacked his lips and shook his head: "Forget it, I plan to quit drinking."

"Why quit drinking?"

Ling Qiyan looked at him with a smile: "It's not good to be unrestrained. I used to be an idle king, so don't worry about it. I will be a queen in the future. I have to be careful, so that I don't get caught by those officials and make it difficult for you." .”

"No need," Wen Ying said with a frown, "I didn't tell you what I said to you to be cautious, to be careful in your words and deeds, and to do whatever you want without thinking too much."

Ling Qiyan was amused by his two words: "Really? That's so bad, you should be said to be insane after that day."

"It's nothing wrong," Wen Ying asked him again, "Want to drink?"

Ling Qiyan pouted: "You don't like me drinking?"

"Occasionally drink, just don't be greedy, do you want to drink?"

Facing Shang Wen Yingnong's dark and confusing eyes, Ling Qiyan no longer hesitated: "I want to."

Wen Ying directly asked people to turn the car around, and went to the suburbs again.

Go out from the city gate on the east side, and after walking for half an hour, you enter a winery. As soon as the car stopped, the manager of the winery came to greet him: "Your Highness, please."

Ling Qiyan was very curious, and asked him in a low voice: "When did you get this winery?"

"It's not mine." Wen Ying just threw out this sentence without further explanation.

They first went to the Zhuangzi to wander around. This Zhuangzi is very large, with thousands of acres of fields, and all the grain produced is used to make wine, and it is not sold. It is only for the host's own enjoyment and banquets.

Ling Qiyan looked around, feeling strange.

Wen Ying suddenly stopped and turned his gaze to him.

Ling Qiyan didn't know why.

Wen Ying's eyes fell on his temples, stared at him for a while, then moved his eyes away, and continued to walk forward.

Ling Qiyan became more and more inexplicable: "What are you looking at?"

Wen Ying ignored him.

Later they walked to a lake, Ling Qiyan took a casual glance, and then he saw clearly that there were flying flowers that fell from nowhere on his temples.

...too annoying.

"Poor scholar, you're molesting me again!"

Wen Ying corrected him lightly: "It's the flower who is molesting you, not Gu."

Ling Qiyan snorted softly, even using this self-proclaimed name, it was clearly intentional.

Wen Ying narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him.

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "Did I say something wrong?"

Looking at each other for a moment, Wen Ying picked an unknown wild flower from the weeds on the side of the road and stuck it in his bun. He was slightly satisfied and nodded: "This is flirting."

Ling Qiyan: "..."

His Highness the Crown Prince with a coffin face is serious about teasing people, but it is too annoying.

Later, Ling Qiyan was unwilling to leave, so they entered an attic near the water and sat down.

The manager of the village brought all kinds of wine to them, and introduced them one by one: "This is 20-year-old jade wine, brewed from the purest stream water in the Western Regions, and buried in the soil for 20 years. It was only dug out in 14, and inside this pot is the [-]-year-old Sai Shenxian, hot and mellow, drink half of the pot, and get drunk again, dreaming soundly, happy like a fairy, and the other kind is the most famous in this village. The green hibiscus..."

Every time the steward said something, there was a beautiful maid who helped them pour the wine into the cups. Ling Qiyan took it curiously, first sniffed it carefully, took a sip, and squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

He sighed and sighed: "These wines are really good, each with its own flavor. This is the first time I've heard that there is such a good winery outside the capital."

Wen Ying waved his hand and asked the steward to retreat with all the waiters.

Ling Qiyan looked at him and smiled: "I grew up in Shangjing anyway, how come you, a poor scholar, know more than I do. It's really different for a prince to be a prince."

Wen Ying put some side dishes with wine into the bowls and dishes, and explained casually: "This is the Zhuangzi of Duke Jing's mansion, and he seldom entertains foreigners. Of course you don't know."

Ling Qiyan was taken aback for a moment: "The Lin family?"

It's true, the Lin family has a century-old family and a strict family style. In the past, he was a stingy dude. Those boys in the Lin family disdain to play with him, but he didn't expect Wen Ying to be able to come and go freely in this village. Obviously, he is not the first came back.

After reacting, Ling Qiyan's thoughts moved quickly: "Lin Su has now become a noble, and he has the final say on Jingguo's mansion. You are so close to his Jingguo's mansion, is he really willing to help you?"

"I don't know, maybe."

"perhaps?"

Wen Ying stared at the drink dangling in the glass, and said indifferently: "After returning to Beijing, I have very little contact with Jing Guogong, but I have a personal relationship with Jing Guogong's son, but I haven't said these things."

"Well, if you pretend they are pretending, it's not surprising that they are all foxes of a thousand years old." Ling Qiyan said with a smile, and didn't bother to ask any more. Anyway, Wen Ying has the ability, so he doesn't need to worry about it.

Wen Ying stretched out his hand, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and poured a glass of fruit wine with his own hands: "Try this, it's sweet."

Ling Qiyan took it and tasted it. It tasted really good, but it tasted more fruity than wine. He put down the cup: "These girls and children drink it, I don't drink it."

Wen Ying took the cup back and poured the remaining half of the cup into his mouth.

Ling Qiyan stared at his Adam's apple that was sliding up and down, and felt hot for no reason: "... Shall we drink something stronger?"

"Beware of getting drunk."

Ling Qiyan didn't take it seriously: "You can carry me back when you're drunk."

Saying so, he pointed two fingers on the wine case, moving forward alternately until he touched Wen Ying's hand casually resting on the side of the case.

Holding his knuckles and pinching them lightly, Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of seductive smiles: "Are you okay, Your Highness the Crown Prince?"

Wen Ying rolled his eyes: "Don't act like a baby."

Tsk, wood.