Wen Xiangyanyu

Early the next morning.

The emperor was still awake, and Yun committed suicide in fear of crime. After receiving the news, King Jing immediately came to ask Wen Ying for questioning.

"Why did she hang herself before the interrogation was clear? How did you get people to stare at her?"

Facing Prince Jing's anger, Wen Ying remained unmoved, except for one sentence that he didn't know.

"You don't know?" Prince Jing's expression became even more ugly when he heard the words, and he didn't believe what he said at all, "You sent someone to take him away, and he disappeared overnight. Where did Bai Ling come from? How could you not know?!"

Ling Qiyan explained for Wen Ying: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince really doesn't know about this. We only heard the news when we woke up. There may be a white silk hidden in Yun's palace. Since she dared to poison His Majesty, she should have known about it earlier." There will be today, I made preparations early in the morning, I'm afraid she doesn't want to live at all."

Prince Jing ignored him, and continued to question Wen Ying angrily: "You knew she was a lunatic, why didn't you ask someone to keep an eye on her? She died just like that before the matter was found out. How will I explain to His Majesty after this incident?" , how to explain to the world?"

"Anyway, sooner or later, I'm going to die," Wen Ying said indifferently, "Uncle Huang thinks, what else needs to be investigated? The matter was done by her and Yu Zhaoyuan together. They both pleaded guilty, so what else is there to investigate?"

"you--!"

The more Wen Ying said that, the more suspicious Prince Jing became, and he didn't believe him even more, and was annoyed by his indifferent attitude. He wanted to say something more, but a palace official hurriedly reported that His Majesty had woken up.

They immediately went to the emperor's bedroom.

The emperor was indeed awake. Compared with the previous few days when he opened his eyes and could only roll his eyes, his eyes now had a little clarity. Although he was still speechless, at least he could barely make some inexplicable sounds.

Wen Ying went to the imperial couch and sat down, and supported the emperor's trembling hand. The emperor seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say clearly. Saying it out will irritate the old man even more.

Wen Ying comforted the emperor in a low voice: "Father is sick and just woke up, do you feel better? Father wants to rest and recuperate. My son and uncle are here to accompany you."

The emperor made a "ho ho" sound from his throat, and his hands trembled even more, but he couldn't say a word.

Prince Jing frowned, and without saying a word, the emperor fell asleep again, ignored Wen Ying, and turned away.

Ling Qiyan followed him out and stopped him: "Your Highness is angry with His Highness?"

Prince Jing was not in a good mood: "Look at his attitude? The one who was poisoned and fell ill was his father. He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. Do you think this king shouldn't be angry with him?"

"The prince should know that His Highness is like that. No matter what he thinks in his heart, he is not good at expressing it. He has no bad intentions, and what did His Highness do wrong? He was just a little careless before and didn't realize that His Majesty was being slandered by the two empresses." Didn’t the lord find out about the poison? How could the lord blame His Highness for everything?”

Prince Jing's face was ashen, and he squeezed out a voice between his teeth: "This king also hopes, but he just didn't find out what those two people did, that's all."

Ling Qiyan calmly said: "Of course it is."

Without waiting for Prince Jing to speak further, he asked again: "Your Majesty has just gotten better, won't your lord stay here to guard His Majesty?"

This sentence reminded Prince Jing, he had obvious hesitation in his expression, and finally left the sentence "The king will be here in a while", and walked away.

Ling Qiyan went back to the bedroom, Wen Ying had already come out of the inner hall, standing by the window, as if he was looking at the flower branches extending to the window.

Ling Qiyan walked over and gently pushed his arm: "What are you looking at?"

Wen Ying conveniently folded a flower and handed it to him.

The flowers are delicate and fresh, blooming brightly and brilliantly.

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "For me?"

"Take it."

Ling Qiyan took it, twirled it in his hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and raised the corners of his lips: "Poor scholar, why do you suddenly have such a leisurely mood and send me flowers?"

"It looks good and matches you."

Ling Qiyan couldn't help laughing, and said love words with no expression on his face, and it was really strange that he didn't violate the peace in the slightest when he put it on the coffin-faced crown prince's palace bed.

After chatting and joking for a while, Ling Qiyan pouted in the direction where King Jing left, and talked about the business: "Concubine Shu is gone, Prince Jing seems to doubt you even more, he may think that the people in this other palace are all yours, I watched him think about what to do."

"Follow him." Wen Ying said coldly.

"If Prince Jing refuses to follow you, what are you going to do? After all, you were brought back by him, so you don't plan to do the same to him, right? How do you explain to the Queen Mother?"

Wen Ying narrowed his eyes lightly, and said slowly: "According to the ancestral system of the Dacheng Dynasty, after the new emperor ascends the throne, all the brothers should go to the locality to become a vassal. Because the emperor's uncle is valued by His Majesty, he first guarded the border, and now he has led the capital. The soldiers and horses of the North Camp have worked hard for these years, and they should enjoy the happiness. His knee was injured in the early years, and he sometimes has a dull pain. It is better to retire earlier, find a place of abundance, be a king of comfort and leisure, and take care of the world Year."

Ling Qiyan leaned against the window, and laughed for a while: "So that's what His Highness planned, Your Highness, do you know what your name is?"

Wen Ying glanced at him.

"Ingratitude is not a thing."

His eyes were full of smiles, Wen Ying didn't take it seriously, and nodded lightly: "Yeah."

As long as he can get what he wants, he has never cared how others judge him.

Ling Qiyan said: "But it doesn't matter, whoever scolds you let them scold you, I'm on your side, I want to be the emperor, how can I not be ruthless?"

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "You can be cruel to anyone, except me, otherwise I will ignore you."

Wen Ying's hand caressed his face, and leaned over, a light kiss fell on his half of the cheek which was illuminated by the sunlight outside the window.

Ling Qiyan's eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes with a smile.

After standing outside for a while, Ling Qiyan followed Wen Ying into the inner hall. It was the first time he came here to see the emperor for a few days.

The emperor with his eyes closed tightly on the imperial couch was disfigured, his eyes were sunken, and his face was full of sickness. Ling Qiyan looked at it for a while with folded arms, and sighed: "The emperor has become like this, and he can still be raised." ?"

Wen Yingdan said: "The feng shui here is good. Your Majesty will always get better after living here for a few years."

Ling Qiyan said happily: "Your Highness has really arranged everything clearly, and everything is expected. Yes, this place is really good. Not only is the Feng Shui good, but the scenery is also good. Your Majesty will stay here to recuperate from illness, and be a carefree emperor. good."

Wen Ying didn't say any more, and helped the emperor wipe the sweat off his forehead with his own hands.

King Jing quickly left and returned, saying that he would stay here to serve His Majesty for the past two days and let Wen Ying go back to rest.

Wen Ying simply gave way to him.

After walking out of the emperor's dormitory, Ling Qiyan laughed softly: "Prince Jing is afraid that you will attack the emperor himself, and I'm not worried about handing the emperor over to you."

Wen Ying didn't care: "Let him go."

Going back to the residence, Jiang Lin had brought a few people back from Yun's palace, holding Yun's relics in his hands, and reported to Wen Ying and Ling Qiyan that they had packed Yun's body The coffin is still in her bedroom for the time being, and I have to ask the two of them to show me what to do with the funeral.

Ordinarily, the Yun family and Yu Zhaoyuan poisoned the emperor, committing a serious crime of punishing the nine clans, but Yu Zhaoyuan is an orphan girl, and the Yun family also changed her identity when she entered the palace, so she has nothing to do with the Yun family. It is impossible to be buried in peace, and it is good not to throw mass graves.Earlier, Ling Qiyan collected Yu Zhaoyuan's body and ordered someone to find a place with a decent view on the east mountain to bury her. He originally wanted to bury Yun and Yu Zhaoyuan together, so it would be better if they went underground A companion, not too lonely.

Before Ling Qiyan could speak, Wen Ying first ordered: "Stop there first, don't worry about the burial."

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised, Wen Ying shook his head slightly, Ling Qiyan endured it, and didn't ask him more.

The relics of the Yun family were presented in front of them. Wen Ying asked Ling Qiyan to look at them. Ling Qiyan glanced at them casually. Most of them were gifts from the emperor. He was not very interested, and finally his eyes stayed on a string of Buddhist beads that had long been mottled and faded.

Picking it up casually, Ling Qiyan asked, "Where did this come from?"

Jiang Lin told him in a low voice: "Wang De said that he once heard Concubine Shu and Concubine Zhaoyuan mention that she begged a cook to give her this string of Buddhist beads when she was still in the bandit's lair. Concubine Shu said she just When I was taken away, I wanted to die every day, and when it was the most difficult time, I turned this prayer bead over and over again, and I barely survived."

Ling Qiyan didn't like hearing it, she was silent for a while, calmed down, and said to Wen Ying: "She even told Yu Zhaoyuan about this, no wonder she can have a heart-to-heart with Yu Zhaoyuan."

Wen Ying asked him: "Do you want this Buddhist beads?"

Ling Qiyan thought for a while and said, "That's all."

He told Jiang Lin: "Put this string of Buddhist beads into her coffin."

into the night.

The emperor woke up again. Prince Jing, who had been guarding the bedroom, was overjoyed when he saw this. He hurried over and called softly, "Your Majesty? Can you hear my brother?"

The emperor slowly opened his eyes, looking at Prince Jing with cloudy eyes, and it took him half a day to see him clearly.

He raised his hand with difficulty, and Prince Jing supported him subconsciously. With trembling fingers, the emperor began to write stroke by stroke on Prince Jing's palm.

Seeing clearly what the emperor wrote, Prince Jing's expression froze, and he replied in a deep voice: "Your brother accepts the decree!"

After dinner, Wen Ying and Ling Qiyan had a rare leisure time, sitting on the couch and playing chess.

Wen Ying's confidant came in and reported in a low voice: "A quarter of an hour ago, Prince Jing sent someone to leave the other palace quickly, as if he was going to the Beiying side. The humble official has already sent a team to follow. What should we do?" , Your Highness, please show me."

Ling Qiyan made a move on the chessboard, and smiled with Wen Ying: "As expected, His Highness guessed correctly, King Jing completely disbelieves His Highness, and wants to call his soldiers to escort him."

Wen Ying's expression was still indifferent, and he followed Luo Zi calmly, eating a large number of sunspots by Ling Qiyan in an instant, watching him pick up the sunspots one by one, and Ling Qiyan, who was careless in Jingzhou, glared at him angrily.

Wen Ying didn't take it seriously, and after all the chess pieces were taken away, he told his cronies: "Don't worry about it, we'll talk about it when they come."

The cronies lead the way.

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised: "Wait for them to come? You are not afraid that Prince Jing will really detain you, the crown prince?"

"It's better like this," Wen Ying continued, "If he really dares to do this and mobilize troops and horses to detain the prince at will, he will be committing treason."

Ling Qiyan was immediately delighted, that's right, the emperor is a useless person anyway, and now Wen Ying and Prince Jing are the only ones in this other palace, when the two sides confront each other, accusing each other of rebelling against the emperor and putting the emperor under house arrest, whoever decides? Let's see which side has the upper hand.

"Is Your Highness so confident that you can win?"

"Why not?" Wen Ying asked him back.

"That's right. Prince Jing has been in the Northwest for nearly 20 years. His ability to lead troops is really good. His subordinates also obey him, and there are few intrigues. He is used to saying one thing, and he is upright and loyal to His Majesty. How can you be like this?" There are so many entwined thoughts of His Highness the Crown Prince."

Ling Qiyan's words were full of ridicule, that Prince Jing, who was used to thinking like a general, couldn't be as full of bad things as Wen Ying.

Moreover, Prince Jing's foundation has never been in the capital.

No wonder Wen Ying is so confident.

Wen Ying nodded: "Just wait."

The night is fading.

Ling Qiyan pushed the chessboard away, and at the final moment of victory, he said, "I can't play anymore, it's not fun."

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at him, without fussing with him, silently separated the black and white chess pieces, and swept them into the chess box one by one.

Ling Qiyan stared at Wen Ying's slender fingers with well-defined joints for a while, as if his hands were more lustrous than these jade chess pieces. This man is not known how long, he clearly kills people without blinking an eye, and he often holds a sword Holding these chess pieces with one pair of hands at the moment, people who don't know his nature may think that he is that gentle and jade-like scholar and literati.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan's thoughts went astray again.

What would have happened if this person hadn't been expelled that day and had really won the number one scholar, entered the Hanlin Academy, and became a civil servant?

With Wen Ying's ability, even if he can't be recognized by the emperor, he can become a powerful minister at a young age.

It's just that he has to suppress his nature all the time, and fight with those sour scholars and hypocrites every day, tsk...

The more Ling Qiyan thought about it, the happier he became, until the end he couldn't help laughing, and rolled on the couch. Wen Ying finished packing the chess pieces, frowned and held him down: "What are you laughing at?"

"nothing--"

Ling Qiyan coughed lightly, without speaking to him, suppressed her smile, and lay down on his lap.

After calming down, he remembered what he had been wanting to ask before. He hooked Wen Ying's hand and looked up at him: "You told people earlier that there is no need to worry about Concubine Shu's burial. Why? What are you thinking? No Did you agree that I'll take care of her funeral?"

Wen Ying explained softly: "The mother and concubine of the future queen and the crown prince cannot bear the stigma of killing the king, and her funeral cannot be handled so casually."

Ling Qiyan was stunned: "...Is this possible? She admitted it in public that day."

"At that time, apart from those servants and imperial physicians, there was only one Prince Jing, so it didn't matter."

Ling Qiyan sneered: "Then, you can just say that she is the concubine of the prince, what does it have to do with me?"

But Wen Ying asked him: "If the world can't let the world know the brotherly relationship between you and Qiwu, what's the difference between Qiwu and those other princes? Why should I choose him?"

He just wanted to let everyone know, let future emperors know that Ling Qiyan was not a lowly sycophant, he was also the elder brother of the next emperor, and the honor he deserved cannot be obliterated by future generations.

Ling Qiyan was suddenly dumbfounded.

After a while, he turned over and buried his head in Wen Ying's arms, without saying a word for a long time.

Wen Ying caressed his cheek: "What are you doing?"

Ling Qiyan ignored him.

After a while, he said in a muffled voice: "Poor scholar, you are too bad, you just want to see me cry."

"...Are you crying?"

Of course he didn't, but he was indeed a little stimulated. Wen Ying might be indifferent to others, but he was really kind to him.

"do not Cry."

"I didn't cry, only a fool cried."

Ling Qiyan still kept his head buried, not letting him see his over-excited and helpless expression: "Poor scholar, I really don't know how to repay you."

"No need to reciprocate."

Wen Ying bowed his head, and a light kiss fell on his temples: "You don't have to do anything, it's fine."