Wen Xiangyanyu

"Look at him, he is gentle, fragrant, jade-like, and pure in spirit, so different from the world."

Xia Siyue, Prince Yu's Mansion, Private Village.

In the gazebo in the garden, Ling Qiyan leaned on the soft couch of the imperial concubine and closed his eyes to rest his mind, surrounded by seven or eight maidservants, the music of the zither and the melodious laughter.

A eunuch came in and reported in a low voice: "Your Highness, Saburo from the Marquis of Xian'an Mansion are here."

Ling Qiyan tapped the edge of the couch with her slender fingers, but without opening her eyes: "Call them over."

A group of princes in Chinese costumes, headed by the Sanlang Zhang Yuan of the Marquis of Xian'an, came into the pavilion, followed by four or five students in the uniform of the Imperial College.

The visitors greeted Ling Qiyan one after another, Zhang Yuan approached Ling Qiyan with a smile, and reported to him in a low voice: "Your Highness, people have brought it."

Ling Qiyan frowned, opened his eyes and looked at him: "Who is it?"

The smile on Zhang Yuan's face froze for a moment, and he couldn't help explaining: "A few days ago, Your Highness heard me talking about these scholars in the Imperial College...something interesting, you said you want to take a look, and I will wait until then Brought it."

Ling Qiyan thought about it, and it seemed that there was such a thing.

Zhang Yuan and his group are all shadow supervisors studying in the Imperial College. They entered the Imperial College relying on the titles and official positions of their elders. They don’t study much on weekdays. They are good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. OK.

A few days ago, they mentioned in front of Ling Qiyan that most of the tribute supervisors in the Guozijian who were recommended from various places were poor scholars, and many of them were overtly and covertly selling out to rich and powerful children like them. Those young ladies in the house are all upright and clean, so it's more interesting to play.

At that time, Ling Qiyan heard it, and casually said that he wanted to see a thing or two. Today, Zhang Yuan brought him to his private estate.

The four or five students lined up in a row, standing still with their heads down, as if they were very nervous. Ling Qiyan glanced over and couldn't see their faces clearly. He was a little displeased, and squinted at Zhang Yuan: "These ones are shaking like quails? Is it really interesting?"

Zhang Yuan smiled apologetically: "To tell you the truth, the ones who brought you here, I picked for you are young children, those who are not clean and promiscuous, how dare they put them in front of you, these people have never seen the world , it’s the first time I saw someone as precious as Your Highness, I was just frightened.”

Ling Qiyan looked suspicious: "You didn't force them to come, did you?"

"Of course not. I heard that everyone rushed to see the nobleman." Zhang Yuan hurriedly said, fearing that Ling Qiyan might misunderstand.

Ling Qiyan glanced at those people again, and someone shouted at them: "I saw His Royal Highness Yu Wang, why don't you hurry up and say hello! What are you doing stupidly!"

Several people knelt down tremblingly, only the tallest one on the left stood abruptly, and he was also the only one who didn't tremble when he saw Ling Qiyan.

The man had broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall and strong, and he didn't have the frail look of those scholars. He only lowered his eyebrows and eyes so that people couldn't see his appearance clearly. Just looking at the line of his jaw, it was sharp and smooth.

Ling Qiyan's eyes fell on him, he paused for a moment, and immediately someone understood, kicked the man's back knee, and saw him take a step forward, kneeling heavily on one knee.

He struggled to remember, but someone pressed his shoulders hard, and he fell into a kneeling posture, his hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists.

Ling Qiyan narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his chin, and signaled him: "Raise your head."

The man still lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Another kicked him in the back, cursing: "I begged to follow, but I picked up Joe in front of His Highness, you don't know how to live or die!"

The young man finally raised his eyes, his thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his facial features were well-defined and deep, and there was a hint of hostility all over his body, his phoenix eyes were narrow and sharp, and there was no trace of fear in his cold eyes.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this appearance is one in a million.

Ling Qiyan looked at him with great interest. He had seen many good-looking boys and girls, and it was rare to see such an outstanding appearance like this poor scholar in front of him, which was almost unforgettable in his photographic memory. It's really interesting to think about hiding such a character.

It's just that this person stared at him without hesitation, which made Ling Qiyan a little unhappy, but he was quite courageous.

"What's your name? How old are you? Where are you from?"

Just as Zhang Yuan was about to answer, he was interrupted by Ling Qiyan raising his finger. Ling Qiyan looked at the person kneeling in front of him with a good look, and lightly curled his lips: "You tell yourself."

The young man answered him calmly in a slightly hoarse voice: "Wen Ying, sixteen years old, from Guang County, Jizhou."

"Jizhou... is not far from the capital."

Seeing that Ling Qiyan seemed to be really interested in this person, Zhang Yuan graciously introduced to him, saying that this Wen Ying is the head of the case of the junior Sanyuan in Jizhou. , won the appreciation of all the academic officials of the Imperial College, and will end up taking the provincial examination this autumn.

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised when he heard the words. The 16-year-old Xiao Sanyuan's case leader probably couldn't be found in the entire Dacheng Dynasty. Such people, not to mention Juren and Jinshi, will be the number one scholar and the second place in the list. They will all have the power to compete , to learn how others came to flatter the rich and powerful?

Of course, even if a poor scholar with no wealth or background really gets the first class, it will take more than ten or twenty years to get into the Imperial Academy for qualifications. People who want to walk heresy.

Although, the seemingly rebellious and rebellious little triad leader in front of him didn't seem to have that kind of thought.

When Ling Qiyan inspected himself, Wen Ying did not accept it with low eyebrows and carefulness like the others, but looked back at him calmly, and also looked at the lofty, golden and precious emperor in front of him without any trace eldest son.

Ling Qiyan was born with a pair of bright peach-like star eyes, the left eye is dotted with a mole of tears, his face is like a powder, and his appearance is beautiful. Lang Yan is unique and unique in the world, compared to those around him who are fat and thin , Each of the beautiful maidservants has its own merits, which is even more amazing.

With such a face, he was born to be soul-stirring and heart-wrenching, but on the contrary, he is also a nobleman that no one in the world dare to desecrate.

Being stared at by Wen Ying's straight eyes became even more unpleasant, Ling Qiyan frowned lightly, ignored him, and said "You guys go play yourselves", leaned on the imperial concubine couch, and closed his eyes again.

The group of dandies dragged the other students away and went outside to have fun, leaving Wen Ying alone, still kneeling in the pavilion, no one dared to wake him up.

Zhang Yuan lowered his voice and asked Ling Qiyan with a smile: "Your Highness, do you like this man? Ask him to serve you?"

It took half a day for Ling Qiyan to close his eyes and let out a faint "hmm".

Wen Ying still knelt on the ground expressionless. Zhang Yuan glared at him and taught him a lesson: "It's your blessing that Your Highness likes you. It's good to serve His Highness. If you offend His Highness, be careful with your head."

Ling Qiyan waved impatiently, motioning to Zhang Yuan: "You too."

Zhang Yuan smiled obsequiously and exited the gazebo.

A group of maidservants and eunuchs still gathered around Ling to pray for the banquet, playing the piano and singing music, serving tea and water, and being attentive and thoughtful.

Wen Ying knelt on the ground for a full quarter of an hour, and everyone turned a blind eye to him.

Ling Qiyan finally opened his eyes again, looked at him, hooked his index finger: "Come here."

Wen Ying wanted to get up, but was kicked by an eunuch beside him, and then knelt back, so he could only kneel and move forward in front of Ling Qiyan.

Ling Qiyan's fingers pinched his chin, causing him to raise his face and take a closer look at his appearance.

Wen Ying's face was smooth and his hands felt very good. Ling Qiyan's fingertips rubbed against his chin, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Taking a closer look, there is still no blemish visible on this face. Although the pair of phoenix eyes covered with cold eyes displeased him, this person's appearance really suited his liking.

"Do you know what you are doing here?" Ling Qiyan asked lazily.

Wen Ying's expression remained unchanged, but his voice was low and cold: "Your Highness really has a crush on the student?"

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "Isn't that what you came here to ask for? Doesn't this king like you more than those other people like you?"

Wen Ying's eyes dimmed slightly: "If the student refuses to obey, what does His Highness intend? To force the student, or to kill the student?"

Ling Qiyan sneered: "Do you think that this king would not dare to touch you because you have a reputation as a scholar?"

"With His Highness's status, let alone a scholar, even if you like a Jinshi, or even a court official, you can move as soon as you want."

"Since you know, what are you talking about with me here?"

After a moment of stalemate, the gloom in Wen Ying's eyes faded away, and he gave in: "Students are willing to accompany His Highness to recite poems and paint paintings, play flute and play the piano, cook tea and enjoy flowers. His Highness values ​​students and guides them. In the future, students will be heartbroken to repay His Highness." .”

Ling Qiyan was overjoyed when he heard the words: "After talking for a long time, your idea is to be my king's guest? There are many people who can accompany me to recite poems and paint, play the flute and play the piano, make tea and enjoy flowers. Why do I have to support you?"

"You mean those people outside?" Wen Ying disapproved, "They are all incompetent and mediocre people who rely on the shelter of their ancestors and are content with pleasure. How can His Highness help you in the slightest? In the future, students will not be the top students in high school, and they will have little self-confidence. It is said that if you can be a Jinshi, if His Highness is willing to support the students, the students will repay His Highness."

"You are the first one who dared to belittle Zhang Yuan and the others in front of this king." Ling Qiyan let go of his hand, lay back in the chair, and said in a softer voice, "What use does this king want you for? The king is just a idle king with little ability, occupying the title of the so-called eldest son of the emperor, but the prince asked the second brother of the king to do it, and the king is not on good terms with him. You vote for the king, and you will be an official in the future. People who don't want to use you will never be reused."

"Students know."

Ling Qiyan looked at him with a half-smile: "So you still follow me?"

"If you can get into the eyes of His Highness, the students will have nothing to do."

Wen Ying looked calm, but Ling Qiyan looked at him with vigilance.

After thinking about it for a while, Ling Qiyan still felt that this person was really interesting, and neither refused nor agreed: "That depends on your performance."

Wen Ying lowered his eyes and lowered his voice: "Thank you, Your Highness, for giving students a chance."