Wen Xiangyanyu

Longevity Day falls on the second day of August. Since the end of July, envoys from various vassal states have arrived in Shangjing with tributes and were arranged to live in the Huitong Hall.

The Dacheng Dynasty is a celestial dynasty in the Central Plains. It was established for more than a hundred years, and it was the time when the national power was at its strongest. From south to north, from west to east, countless small countries attached to it and paid tribute to Dacheng.

Every New Year's Day and Longevity Day, these vassal small countries will send envoys to the capital to pay tribute and celebrate their birthdays, to show their sincere attachment. He entertained these envoys generously, and when they returned home, they took away far more rewards than the annual tribute they paid.

Ling Qiyan is in charge of the affairs of this stall, no matter how careless he is, he can't really ignore it. Since the diplomatic missions from various countries have arrived in Beijing one after another, the officials who originally came to his house to report to his house every three days have changed to a daily report, and there are many trivial matters. Even if the officials below make up their minds about the matter, they will inform him to let him know.

In the main hall of the palace, Ling Qiyan was sipping tea absent-mindedly, listening to the officials below report in a low voice: "This time, as it is His Majesty's [-]th birthday, as a show of respect, the monarchs of many countries personally lead teams to celebrate the birthday. Almost everyone has arrived now, and there are still a few days before the official pilgrimage to His Majesty on the Longevity Day. According to the old regular meeting, the same hall will be the host, and a banquet will be held to cleanse them up. The time will be tomorrow evening. Your Highness, do you wish? Condescending, to show your face?"

Ling Qiyan was holding a luminous pearl in his hand to play with, raised it up to look at the sunlight streaming in from the window, and asked, "Where did you get this?"

The official took a look, thought for a while, and answered him: "It should be sent by the Ministry of Assassination in Mobei. The official sees that they seem to have two larger night pearls of this kind. One is on the tribute list, and the other is on the tribute list." It will definitely be sent to the East Palace."

Hearing this, Ling Qiyan put down the bead and lost interest in looking at the rare thing at first.

Every time these vassals and small countries come back to Beijing, apart from paying tribute, they never forget to give gifts to the East Palace, and they will also give gifts to those noble officials with real power in the court. Once I received the gifts from these people, there were a lot of good things, but they were still not as good as what was given to the Prince of the Eastern Palace.

"Okay, I know, the banquet is tomorrow night, right? I will go." Ling Qiyan waved his hand and dismissed him with a few words.

On the evening of the second day, just as he was about to leave the house, Wen Ying came over to say hello. The boy had an exam in more than ten days, and he didn't go to the Imperial College for the past few days. He was just studying in the mansion every day. Ling Qiyan had a change of heart. , and said to him: "Let's go, this king will take you to drink and let you relax."

Wen Ying went to Huitong hall with Ling Qiyan, and the rows of wine tables in the banquet hall had been set up separately, and only the vacant main seat was reserved for Ling Qiyan.

Ling Qiyan appeared, and a group of people stood up to greet him. Most of these people looked different from those of the Cheng Dynasty. Ling Qiyan glanced at him casually, with a smile on his lips, said a few polite words, and motioned them to sit down.

He also asked someone to add a wine table under his left hand, and let Wen Ying sit there.

Delicious food and wine were served one by one, as well as shengxiao and drum music to add to the fun. These vassal missions all brought beautiful girls who were good at dancing, and they took turns to perform in front of Ling Qiyan.

The foreign women who only wear light gauze and thin shirts are charming and charming, with a variety of styles, all of them are hot and bold. From time to time during the Yinggeyan dance, they wink at Ling Qiyan who is sitting on the master, and dance the most seductive figure in front of him .

Ling Qiyan propped his head in one hand and watched with a smile. Obviously, the performances of these dancers greatly pleased him.

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at Ling Qiyan, glanced at the dancing girls, and took a sip of wine expressionlessly.

At the back, those envoys took turns to toast Ling Qiyan, and Ling Qiyan drank too much again.

The bold ones leaned in front of Ling Qiyan and refused to leave, and kept trying to persuade him to drink. Seeing Ling Qiyan being persuaded to drink three glasses of wine one after another, Wen Ying finally got up and went over to block the drink. his hand.

Ling Qiyan raised his eyes in displeasure: "What are you doing? The king wants to drink, so you stay and go."

The man who was beaming and boasting in front of Ling Qiyan stopped talking, his shrewd eyes turned around Wen Ying, uncertain of his identity, and politely introduced himself, he is the monarch of a small country in the southwest.

Among the beauties who danced before, the one with the most outstanding appearance was brought by this person. All of them were as beautiful as heavenly beings, so that everyone present looked straight at him, and even Ling Qiyan treated him differently because of this. .

Wen Ying ignored him, and just pressed the cup to remind Ling Qiyan: "Your Highness, you are drunk and can't drink any more."

The tails of Ling Qiyan's eyes were flushed, and the peach blossom eyes were shining very brightly, but with anger, he scolded him: "Go away, it's not your turn to take care of this king's affairs."

Wen Ying refused, determined not to let him drink any more.

Ling Qiyan stared at Wen Ying, as if if he said one more word, he was going to attack him, but Wen Ying was unmoved and refused to give up.

During the stalemate, the monarch who was ignored by the two of them smoothed things over in Dacheng, which was not authentic but very fluent, and said to Ling Qiyan: "Your Highness, if you are interested in what I said earlier, I will talk about it tomorrow." Go to your house and greet you."

Ling Qiyan was distracted, and nodded cheerfully: "Okay, you come to see me tomorrow, and as a landlord, I will take you to visit all the interesting places in Shangjing."

The man was very happy to get Ling Qiyan's approval, he flattered Ling Qiyan a few more words, and then he withdrew.

Ling Qiyan waved Wen Ying away impatiently while still blocking his hand, and someone came to toast him again, this time it was a tall, dignified young man dressed in a Mobei man's attire, introducing himself : "Your Highness, Jiang Rong, my father, King Khan of Mobei Ciliebu, is here to toast His Highness."

Unlike the other envoys who were drunk, the little prince in front of him had a steady voice, neither arrogant nor humble, quite different.

Ling Qiyan couldn't help but raised his eyelids, took a second look at him, and saw that this man had a handsome appearance, clear eyebrows and bright eyes. He was a rare handsome man, and Dacheng's words were very standard, so he immediately liked him, and asked: " What tribe did you just say you belong to?"

"The Department of Thorns."

Ling Qiyan frowned, and recalled in his unclear mind that yesterday's luminous pearl seemed to be sent by the Ministry of Assassination, and the original goodwill disappeared in an instant, and he said with a cold face: "Okay, my lord Now that I know who you are, this king has a headache, so I won’t drink the wine, you can go down.”

Jiang Rong didn't back down immediately, his eyes fell on Ling Qiyan's flushed and peach-blossomed face, and he paused.

Wen Ying seemed to be aware of it, and looked up at him coldly. The man met his gaze, his eyes darkened slightly, and he quickly looked away, clenched his right fist and raised it to his chest, bowed slightly, and Ling After praying for a banquet, he retreated.

At the end of the Xu Dynasty, the banquet was over, and Wen Ying helped Ling Qiyan get on the car and return home.

As soon as the car door was closed, Ling Qiyan's slap fell on Wen Ying's face. Although there was no force, there was still a flash of fierceness in Wen Ying's eyes. When Ling Qiyan's second slap fell, he clasped him hard. wrist.

Ling Qiyan, who was drunk, was pulled forward by Wen Ying, fell into his arms, moved his body, and simply sat on his lap.

Ling Qiyan had a belch, and Wen Ying's face was a little blurry in front of his eyes. He sat on Wen Ying, squirmed restlessly, pointed his finger on Wen Ying's chest, and gritted his teeth: "You are so courageous!" , besides His Majesty and Queen, you are the first one to stop me from drinking alcohol."

Wen Ying didn't admit his mistake: "Your Highness got drunk in front of so many foreign envoys, it's not proper, and if it spreads out, it will even cause gossip for His Highness."

Ling Qiyan sneered: "So I should thank you for persuading me?"

"Students are for His Highness's benefit."

Ling Qiyan pinched Wen Ying's chin tightly, squinted his eyes, stared at his eyes, and said coldly: "For the good of the king? Why do you think it is for the good of the king? Don't you think you are too lenient? "

"The students are for His Highness's benefit." Wen Ying insisted.

He took a good look at Ling Qiyan who was sitting in his arms without any defense in front of him. Although His Royal Highness Yu Wang was angry, those beautiful eyes filled with anger were more lively, which made people move. Keep your eyes open.

Ling Qiyan's fingertips rubbed against his chin, thinking about how to teach this poor scholar a lesson, Wen Ying suddenly lowered his head, put Ling Qiyan's thumb into his mouth, and licked his fingertips with the soft tip of his tongue lap.

Ling Qiyan was startled, and subconsciously wanted to pull out his hand, his fingers were caught by Wen Ying, wrapped around his lips, and his warm and wet tongue entangled with him, holding him tight.

Waves of itching that made Ling Qiyan's hairs stand on end, spread from the fingertips held by Wen Ying to his heart, and then spread to his limbs. Wen Ying's dark eyes were always staring at him, filled with unbearable Emotions that Ling Qiyan could not understand.

When Ling Qiyan spoke again, he realized that his voice was hoarse, and he said angrily, "What are you doing, let me go, I will teach you a lesson for the bastard who committed the crime..."

Wen Ying didn't let go of his mouth until he licked his thumb completely wet. Ling Qiyan grabbed his neck forcefully and said viciously, "You dare to moleste me! I'll kill you!"

Wen Ying didn't struggle, let him pinch, and finally Ling Qiyan lost his strength, let go of him panting, yawned and lay on his shoulder, closing his eyes.

"Poor scholar, this king really has a headache..."

Ling Qiyan's voice was soft, maybe he didn't realize it, but it sounded like a baby to Wen Ying's ears.

Wen Ying stroked his back, then raised his hand, gently massaged his temple with strength.

Ling Qiyan finally felt comfortable, rolled his head against Wen Ying's shoulder, and took a bite on the place on his neck where he had pinched him. Before falling asleep in a daze, he snorted and reminded Wen Ying: "You don't Molesting this king, only this king can molest you, remember?"

"Yes." Wen Ying responded in a low voice, agreeing with him.

The tone in Ling Qiyan's heart was finally smooth, and he leaned on Wen Ying with peace of mind and fell into a deep sleep.

When the breathing of the person in his arms gradually stabilized, Wen Ying lowered his eyes, staring at the face that had been put off after falling asleep and had more cute faces, and slowly rubbed his thumb on his moist lips. .

After a while, he lowered his head, covered Ling Qiyan's lips, and grinded silently.