Wen Xiangyanyu

Ling Qiyan originally thought that Wen Ying was good at what he said, but he really only knew a little bit. When he entered the court, he rode his horse and shuttled among the children of aristocratic families in less than a moment, holding a club, calmly and calmly. He scored the first goal with a beautiful and precise posture, and successfully won the first place. There was applause outside the court, and Ling Qiyan realized that he still underestimated this kid.

Ling Qiyan, who had a long face, was very happy. After drinking a large glass of wine, his face was flushed with excitement.

Among so many sons of honorable families off the field, Wen Ying, a poor scholar, stood out and quickly became the focus of attention of the audience. Not only did he hit the ball fast and accurately, but his one-in-a-million appearance was even more amazing.

All the young ladies from various houses sitting on the sidelines were attracted by him, and they all began to ask this handsome gentleman who suddenly appeared, which family he belonged to, and how he had such a face that he had never seen before.

Beside the Eldest Princess, Princess Xihua stared at the handsome figure with her eyes wide open, and her cheeks gradually turned red.

Ling Qiyu took a sip of wine expressionlessly, and reminded her coldly: "Princess, that man is just a poor scholar in the Imperial College, and he is also a servant of the elder brother's house."

Princess Xihua bit her lip in disappointment when she heard the words.

The eldest princess frowned slightly, looked at her daughter's expression, and patted her hand.

The implication of the prince's words is obvious, everyone knows what kind of virtue Ling Qiyan is, and how can the diners in his house come from decent people, not to mention that Wen Ying still looks like this.

Ling Qiyu clenched the cup in his hand, looked at Wen Ying, pulled the corner of his lips lightly, there was a fleeting coldness in his eyes.

But within half a stick of incense, Wen Ying's team was already far ahead, and the atmosphere off the field became more and more enthusiastic.

Just at this time, the accident happened suddenly.

When Wen Ying gripped the horse's belly again and galloped wildly, the horse suddenly went crazy and rushed straight. After a sharp neigh, its front legs jumped high and threw Wen Ying, who was caught off guard, violently from the horse's back. Down.

There were screams and exclamations from the sidelines, and Ling Qiyan's expression suddenly sank.

At the moment of landing, Wen Ying subconsciously avoided the vital point, rolled a few times on the spot, and stopped in embarrassment.

Under Ling Qiyan's signal, the guards beside him immediately left the field and helped Wen Ying back.

Wen Ying clenched his teeth, his face still calm, and sat down beside Ling Qiyan. The guard whispered to Ling Qiyan, saying that his left ankle was sprained and he had to call a doctor to come and see.

Ling Qiyan frowned and asked, "Why does my king's horse go crazy when it's so good?"

The horse calmed down now, as if he knew he had done something wrong, lying on the sidelines, unable to get up.

"This matter is indeed a bit strange, and I have to let my subordinates go down and check it."

"Go, check it out and report back." After Ling Qiyan explained the matter, he asked Jiang Lin to talk to the eldest princess, saying that they had gone back first, and took Wen Ying to leave.

Back at the mansion, Ling Qiyan sent someone to pass on the imperial physician.

Wen Ying's left ankle was bruised and black, swollen terribly, and there were some scratches on his body, but fortunately, it was not serious. He was thrown off from a high-speed horse and only sprained his foot, which is already considered lucky.

Ling Qiyan's guards acted very quickly, and they found out the matter in a short time, and came to report: "His Majesty's horses suddenly went crazy after eating grass mixed with medicine. It should be drugged in the stables of the stadium. , I asked the people who watched the horses there, and the people who came and went were all servants leading the horses from various prefectures. It's hard to tell who did the tricks, but..."

"But what?"

"Your Highness, before your horse left the field, someone saw the eunuch of the East Palace sneaking around the stable for a while, not knowing what he was doing."

Ling Qiyan's face turned cold instantly: "This king knows, you can go down."

Damn Ling Qiyu!

The wound on Wen Ying's foot has been bandaged with medicine, and it is no longer serious. No bone is injured, and it will be healed after a few days.

Ling Qiyan looked at his zongzi-shaped feet, and was very upset. It depends on the owner to beat a dog. Ling Qiyu did such a shameful thing, and he was too disrespectful to him, King Yu!

He didn't think that Ling Qiyu wanted to harm him. Even if Ling Qiyu was the prince, he would not dare to do this blatantly. He urged the eldest princess to end by himself. Do it for...

Ling Qiyan squinted at Wen Ying: "You still offended the prince?"

"No." Wen Ying closed his eyes, his feet hurt badly, but he didn't want to show it.

"He urged the eldest princess to send someone to invite me to end the game. It is not easy for me to refuse, but it is inconvenient to go to the battle in person, and it is impossible to ask the guards of the palace to take advantage of it. Those eunuchs have no such ability. The people brought by me are only You alone, he should have thought of this earlier."

Wen Yingdan said: "The student has never offended the prince. The student has never met the prince before. The person the prince is targeting must be His Highness. The student belongs to His Highness. If the student suffers, it will be His Highness's face."

Ling Qiyan rolled his eyeballs, and became serious again. He pinched Wen Ying's chin and teased him: "Are you from my king?"

Wen Ying's face was pale, but his eyes were still calm: "It doesn't matter whether it is or not, the student went down with His Highness, and in the eyes of others, the student is His Highness's."

Ling Qiyan touched his face: "Tsk, it's still this coffin face that hurts like this."

As he spoke, he went to poke Wen Ying's wound again, using some force on purpose. Wen Ying took a deep breath, with cold sweat faintly oozing from his forehead, and he still didn't make a sound.

Ling Qiyan thought it was funny, and he tried to hold back his composure even after he was like this. He really didn't know what happened to make cracks appear on this calm face.

After poking it a few times, Ling Qiyan was so happy, he raised his hand and squeezed Wen Ying's slippery calf, and then let him go.

"This king wanted to ask you earlier, you are a poor scholar, who did you learn polo and throwing pots from? Are you still playing well?"

Wen Ying explained casually: "When I was in the county school, there was an old general who had retired and was very keen on this way. He always took a group of students from the county school to play this game, polo and throwing pots. The students all learned from him, and the students still followed him. He has practiced martial arts."

So it was so, Ling Qiyan tapped his chin and looked at him with a smile: "So, this king really picked up a treasure."

Wen Ying turned his eyes away, not paying attention to his flirtatious words.

Ling Qiyan wanted to say something more, but Jiang Lin came in and reported that the East Palace had sent someone to deliver the red agate BMW of the eldest princess to His Highness.

The things had already been brought in, Ling Qiyan took a cold look: "Sent from the East Palace?"

"Yes, it is said that someone from His Highness the Crown Prince took this, and His Highness the Crown Prince sent someone to deliver it to you, Your Highness."

"Ah."

If it wasn't for Ling Qiyu's shady tricks, Wen Ying would be able to win the BMW back upright, and now the damned dog has the face to give gifts, who knows what's in An's mind, maybe it's not deliberately trying to dissuade him.

"This king doesn't want it, send it back, he likes to take it or not, just throw it at the gate of the East Palace."

Jiang Lin responded.

"His Royal Highness calm down, why bother to get angry because of irrelevant people." Wen Ying persuaded him in a low voice.

After dismissing Jiang Lin, Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying with a smile on his face again: "An irrelevant person?"

Wen Ying said calmly: "Since Your Highness is at odds with the crown prince, he is irrelevant to His Highness."

"This king loves to hear these words, you little mouth finally knows how to say something nice to please this king."

As soon as Ling Qiyan was happy, he started to rub Wen Ying's waist with his hands again and again. Wen Ying injured his leg and couldn't move, so he had to let him touch it.

Ling Qiyan blew lightly on his neck, tsk-tsk: "You said why you are always so incomprehensible, this king touched you for a long time, and didn't give any reaction."

Wen Ying closed her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "What kind of response does Your Highness want?"

This king wants you to spread your legs and lie down on your back!

"What do you think?"

"Your Highness can't think of anything other than this all day long?"

Wen Ying opened his eyes and looked sideways at Ling Qiyan. Although he still had that dull face, Ling Qiyan looked at him, always feeling that there was a hint of mockery in his gaze.

Ling Qiyan tightened his grip on the hem of his shirt, gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes slightly, with a little more coldness in his eyes: "How dare you laugh at me?"

"Your Highness thinks the students are laughing at you?"

"you are not?"

"It seems that His Highness also feels that it is not elegant to think about these things in broad daylight."

Ling Qiyan stretched out his hand and pushed, if it wasn't for Wen Ying's leg injury, he would have kicked him off the bed.

Wen Ying didn't take it seriously, and calmly smoothed out the messy clothes that Ling Qiyan had ripped apart.

Ling Qiyan sneered coldly: "You are clearly arrogant because of being favored, relying on the fact that this king is warm to you now, pampering you, and reluctant to touch you, that's why you dare to talk to this king like this. Those who speak such nonsense in front of the king have been dragged down long ago."

"Yeah." Wen Ying generously admitted.

Ling Qiyan was angry.

Wen Ying looked at His Royal Highness Yu Wang, who was full of anger but charming eyes, his eyes froze slightly, and asked him: "How many people has your Highness spoiled so much?"

Ling Qiyan suddenly smiled again: "Are you curious?"

Wen Ying just looked at him and didn't answer.

Ling Qiyan's paw touched it again: "You are so courageous, you even dare to inquire about the king's private affairs."

Wen Ying didn't move, Ling Qiyan's whole body was already on top of him, and the smiling face that was close at hand became more flamboyant and gorgeous: "Want to know? I beg you, please say a few nice words to make me feel at ease, and tell me Here you go."

Wen Ying turned his eyes away and changed the topic: "Your Highness was tricked by the crown prince today, is that the way you plan to let it go?"

If he really didn't understand the style at all, Ling Qiyan twitched the corners of his mouth, sat back with a suppressed smile, and said casually: "I didn't expect you to be so vengeful."

"It was His Highness who was humiliated. The students thought that His Highness would not be able to swallow this breath."

"If you want me to vent your anger on you, just say so, why beat around the bush."

Ling Qiyan tapped Wen Ying's chest with his finger: "Don't worry, since I said I love you, I won't let you suffer this grievance for nothing. If the second child doesn't give me face, I won't let him go." Well, just wait and see."