Wen Xiangyanyu

Ling Qiyan's consciousness was not clear, and he whimpered when he was kissed, which made it easier for Wen Ying's tongue to invade.

The soft and slippery tongue was squeezed into his mouth forcefully, first hooking him for a bite, Ling Qiyan, who had never experienced this before, soon couldn't stand it anymore, whimpering and shaking his head trying to struggle, Wen Ying's hands and feet And use the ground to imprison his body, and pinch his jaw with one hand, so that it is more convenient for him to attack the city.

The most sensitive place between the lips and teeth has been licked by that messy tongue, Ling Qiyan couldn't bear it, saliva slipped, and was licked away by Wen Ying again.

Ling Qiyan was originally only wearing a middle coat, which had been opened wide in the violent rubbing, revealing his large white chest.

Wen Ying's kiss moved down, slid across Ling Qiyan's slender neck, and lightly bit his most sensitive collarbone. Hearing Ling Qiyan's panting became louder and didn't stop, he finally wrapped his arms around the side of his chest The trembling and upright nipples were caressed and teased with the tip of her tongue, licking that place wet, and her dexterous fingers did not forget to serve the other side.

Ling Qiyan couldn't bear such stimulation, subconsciously bowed and moaned.

Wen Ying's kiss continued to slide down, leaving a water-stained mark from his chest to his lower abdomen.

After being teased by him for so long, Ling Qiyan's delicate stems have hardened and swelled up, and the front end is overflowing with water, which wets the underwear.

Wen Ying helped him tear it off, Ling Qiyan cooperated obediently, and soon all naked bodies were displayed in front of Wen Ying.

The pampered and pampered His Royal Highness Yu Wang has no blemishes or beauty in any part of his body, like the best treasures, ordinary people can only look at them from a distance, but at this moment, Wen Ying is pressing him under him and playing with them wantonly.

"This king wants to..."

Ling Qiyan gave orders like a baby, the higher the stem was raised, Wen Ying opened his mouth to hold it. During this period of time, he used his mouth to help this delicate little Highness vent many times, and he was already familiar with it, but this time he only used his mouth to hold it. After a few tricks, he let go before Ling Qiyan was satisfied.

"Hmm..." Ling Qiyan groaned, as if dissatisfied, lowered his eyes in a daze, and looked at the person buried in his lower body.

Wen Ying gently squeezed his round buttocks, soft and creamy in his hands, still not as Ling Qiyan wished, kissed the soft meat moved to the inner thigh, and then went down, kissed his tight calf , and finally the soles of the feet.

When the tip of Wen Ying's tongue licked the soles of his feet, Ling Qiyan finally couldn't hold it back and moaned loudly until his toes were sucked in. His stuff that had been swollen for a long time was actually stimulated without any touch. Squirt straight out.

Ling Qiyan's already muddleheaded mind was blank at the moment, his desire made him feel as if he was in a cloud, and every pore in his body seemed to be excited, he stared blankly, gasping for breath, and from time to time overflowed his mouth. Two groans.

Wen Ying stood up, propped his hands on both sides of Ling Qiyan's body, and stared at him with downcast eyes, lust mixed with longing, rolling violently, constantly tugging at his sanity.

Without realizing it, Ling Qiyan unconsciously raised his hand to caress his chest, stopped at the blood mole, seemed to find something interesting, raised his head, and licked it with the tip of his bright red tongue.

The last string in Wen Ying's mind was finally broken. He grabbed Ling Qiyan's shoulder and pressed him down hard, kissing his lips again.

With fierce entanglement of lips and tongue, Wen Ying desperately vented his irrepressible desire.

Not long after, Ling Qiyan was completely kissed and softened, paralyzed on the mattress and asked for anything, his face was flushed with rouge, his beautiful peach eyes were full of water vapor, and the tear mole at the end of his eyes was swaying, and his hazy and lazy expression became even more beautiful. It implicates the meaning of charming and seductive.

Wen Ying knelt up and stared condescendingly at Wu Shuangyan below him, his eyes were deep, as if a bird of prey was staring at his prey.

He untied his belt, took off his clothes one by one, and pulled down the bed curtain with one hand. Under Ling Qiyan's bewildered eyes, Wen Ying's strong and naked body fell down again, and he was held tightly in his arms .

The naked flesh fit together tightly, Ling Qiyan seemed to feel comfortable, his limbs were wrapped around Wen Ying's body, and the genitals that had hardened again were against Wen Ying's, rubbing non-stop.

Wen Ying's hand patted Ling Qiyan's buttocks, hitting white waves lightly, Ling Qiyan pressed him even tighter, and a sweet and sultry moan overflowed from his mouth.

Fingers stained with grease were sent into the secret place between the buttocks, and the tight acupoints were stretched. Ling Qiyan's chaotic mind did not notice anything wrong, and the gluttonous back acupoints tightly bit the intruding foreign object.

Turning his fingers to spread the grease, Wen Ying's breathing became heavier, and his moist and hot lips kept falling on Ling Qiyan's neck.

When he touched a certain point, Ling Qiyan's groaning sound suddenly increased, Wen Ying's eyes dimmed, and he pressed that point hard, in exchange for Ling Qiyan's more and sweeter cries.

Constantly rubbing that point, the acupoints quickly became slippery and soft, Wen Ying hugged Ling Qiyan's waist and sat him up, supported him, and sat down on his swollen stem that was about to explode.

The body was invaded bit by bit, Ling Qiyan raised his head and gasped for breath, his neck bent into a seductive arc, and was bitten by the man holding him who was violating him.

"Uh-huh……"

Ling Qiyan groaned intermittently, Wen Ying pinched his waist and suddenly pushed upwards hard, piercing his whole root, making him scream subconsciously, and then his lip was bitten.

Ling Qiyan unconsciously tightened his back acupoints, and bit the thing that broke into it. Wen Ying no longer restrained himself, and pushed him quickly. The huge yang root pushed into the deepest part of Ling Qiyan's body every time, and ran over him The most unbearable point.

After a short period of pain, there is ultimate happiness. Ling Qiyan is about to be driven crazy, and the tingling pleasure spreads continuously from the place where the body meets. In Wen Ying's rapid thrusting and contradicting, he is brought on wave after wave of desire peak.

The penis at the front of Ling Qiyan kept rubbing against Wen Ying's lower abdomen, water overflowed again and again, and the bottom was even more wet. Every time Wen Ying's thrusting and thrusting could bring out sticky juice, and the two people's lower body His hair was a mess of stickiness and obscenity.

After sitting and interfering for a while, Wen Ying panted heavily, hugged Ling Qiyan and pressed him into the mattress, and leaned on him in the most primitive way of copulation, fucking him fiercely.

One stroke, one stroke, until only one front end was left at the acupuncture point, and then hit the bottom with all strength, the big red sandalwood bed did not dare to bear the weight, creaked and shook, and the sound of the body slapping was endless.

Ling Qiyan's screams and groans were all swallowed by Wen Ying. Tears were forced out of the corners of his eyes in the constant explosion of pleasure. Desire powder was shining on his fair body, his legs were spread wide, and his toes were curled up. The delicate soles of his feet stepped on Wen Ying's thighs, and then hooked his waist, and kept shaking as Wen Ying swung his waist.

Thousands of fucks, sweaty body ups and downs, fireworks exploded in Ling Qiyan's mind, subconsciously stretched his waist to meet the person on his body, and soon ejaculated again, Wen Ying didn't hold back anymore, Crashing deep inside him and coming out.

Hugging each other and gasping for breath, the stem that had been shot once was still inserted in the soft and tight tunnel, Wen Ying did not back out, hugged Ling Qiyan tightly and exchanged a moist and lingering kiss, and then in the posture where the bodies were connected, pressed Watching Ling Qiyan turn over, lick and kiss his sweaty back.

Ling Qiyan twisted his body impatiently, and the thing Wen Ying inserted into his body soon hardened again, slowly swinging back and forth.

"Well, hurry up..."

Ling Qiyan groaned again, Wen Ying lifted his waist, straightened up, and started the second round of conquest.

It was past midnight, Ling Qiyan lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

His face was ruddy, there were still tears in the corners of his eyes, he slept very peacefully, his sweaty long hair was scattered on his bare shoulders, half covered, revealing those ambiguous traces.

This lofty and domineering His Royal Highness Yu Wang is the most obedient only at this time, which even gives people the illusion that he is weak and deceitful.

But it's just an illusion.

Wen Ying stroked his cheek with the back of his hand, helped him wipe off the thin sweat from his forehead, and finally planted a kiss on his shoulder, got up and got out of bed.

Picking up his clothes and putting them on one by one, then closing his eyes, Wen Ying's expression returned to calm, and he went to the outside room and opened the door.

Jiang Lin had been guarding outside with his people, and wanted to go in, but was stopped by Wen Ying.

The room was full of obscenity, and it was still wrapped in the rich aroma of the fat. Jiang Lin's heart jumped, and his face suddenly changed. If the fat was used, this man could still come out so calmly and ask them for water. , Your Highness...

"You, what happened to Your Highness?" Jiang Lin was dumbfounded.

Being glared at by this Eunuch Jiang angrily, Wen Ying was unmoved, and calmly ordered him: "Go get some hot water."

"What the hell did you do to Your Highness?!"

Wen Ying lowered his voice coldly: "Your Highness is asleep, or are you going to stand here and wake His Highness up by mumbling loudly?"

"you--!"

Jiang Lin was furious, but Wen Ying still had that expressionless face. There was a stalemate for a while, Jiang Lin stomped his feet and had to ask someone to fetch water.

Wen Ying waited by the door, did not let anyone in, and ignored Jiang Lin's questions.

When the hot water arrived, he brought it in by himself and closed the door again.

Lifting the bed curtain, Wen Ying squeezed the hot handkerchief, and carefully cleaned Ling Qiyan's body. Ling Qiyan groaned twice when he was half asleep and half awake, as if he was uncomfortable. Wen Ying patted his waist to comfort him He, Ling Qiyan changed his posture and fell asleep again.

Helping him put on his middle coat and cover him with a quilt, Wen Ying sat down beside the bed, brushed Ling Qiyan's lock of hair that covered his side face behind his ear, and slowly rubbed his fingertips on his cheek for a long time, silently sigh.

When His Highness wakes up tomorrow, he will have to beat and scold him, and maybe drive him away.

But he doesn't regret it.

Even if everything tonight is just a sweet dream he stole.

Ling Qiyan gradually fell asleep, Wen Ying moved closer and carefully kissed him on the lips.

At the end of the Yin hour, Jiang Lin's purposefully low rustling voice came from outside the bed curtain: "Your Highness, it's time to get up, today's Longevity Day, I have to rush to the palace..."

Ling Qiyan seemed to feel that he had a sweet dream. In the dream, the poor scholar who had been fighting with him for Joe finally obeyed him and flattered him gently. He showed his glory and finally got what he wanted.

Ling Qiyan opened his eyes, and the dim light and shadow flickered in front of his eyes. There was a moment of blankness in his chaotic mind, until Jiang Lin called him again outside: "Your Highness, the slave will lead someone to wait for you to get up."

Ling Qiyan moved, involved something unspeakable, the pain caused him to subconsciously grunt, something suddenly exploded in his mind, and the scene after drunk last night poured in like a tide.

!!!

Damn, damn, damn, stinky, beautiful, talented! ! !

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Lin and all the servants in the house were kicked out. Ling Qiyan threw things madly in the house. They knelt on the ground outside, not daring to lift their heads. Various beating sounds.

No one can bear His Royal Highness Yuwang's fury.

Wen Ying appeared outside the door, knelt down without saying a word.

He didn't sleep all night last night, went back to wash his body, and sat there withered under the lamp until dawn, and then came here to have a banquet with Ling Qi to plead guilty.

Seeing him, Jiang Lin felt his teeth sore and his flesh hurting, and he scolded this kid ten thousand times in his heart.

After another quarter of an hour, the room gradually quieted down, and there was no more sound. Jiang Lin got up hesitantly, hesitating to go in, but Ling Qiyan in the room suddenly opened the door and walked out with a cold face.

He was only wearing a middle coat, his hair was still loose, and there were faintly visible red marks on his neck. It was quite a thought-provoking picture at first, but because the anger on his face was too obvious, everyone except Wen Ying They all lowered their heads and prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to breathe too much.

Seeing Wen Ying kneeling on the ground, Ling Qiyan strode forward and kicked him in the chest.

However, he is delicate and weak, and he was tossed so hard last night that the slightest movement touched the sore spot, he didn't use much strength in this kick, but he staggered and almost fell down.

Ling Qiyan's eyes were red with anger, and he stared at Wen Ying fiercely, then slapped him down again, and squeezed out a word between his teeth: "Get lost."

Wen Ying didn't move, and after receiving this blow, a bright red palm print was immediately made on half of his cheek.

He still knelt upright and met Ling Qiyan's angry eyes.

Ling Qiyan clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "You still dare to appear in front of this king? Do you really think that this king will not kill you?"

"If you want to kill or cut, the students admit it," Wen Ying said in a hoarse voice, "However His Highness wants to punish the students, the students will never dare to complain."

Ling Qiyan sneered: "Hello, well, what are you doing? You are so righteous, and you look at death like home? You think that this king is too easy to talk, which makes you feel big, and dare to treat this king like this?"

"Students dare not."

"You don't dare! Why don't you dare?!" Ling Qiyan was furious.

Wen Ying stopped talking, his back was straight, his face was calm, and he looked like he was letting Ling Qiyan down.

Seeing this, Ling Qiyan was even more angry: "Do you really think that this king would not dare to do what others dare to do? Didn't you forget how your classmate died?"

Wen Ying's eyes darkened: "Your Highness will not, Your Highness is not that kind of person, you are just angry with students, and you will not do things you disdain to do because of this, and ruin your own style."

"Don't act like you know me well!"

Ling Qiyan was so angry that he was going to explode, kicking the bastard in front of him to death couldn't make him relieve his hatred, but this person had no regret or fear in his eyes, why!Why! !

Wen Ying raised his eyes and looked at Ling Qiyan calmly: "Your Highness, what should students do to calm down?"

"You still want me to calm down!" Ling Qiyan kicked him again, "I can't calm down! I can't swallow this breath!"

"...Your Highness calm down, don't get angry."

"This king wants to kill you! This king must kill you!!"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, if you don't change your clothes and go into the palace, you will miss the hour." Jiang Lin spoke out at the right time, interjecting desperately to remind Ling Qiyan.

He didn't want to help Wen Ying, but it's rare for Ling Qiyan to be so angry. If this stalemate continues, I'm afraid they will suffer. None of these servants can escape.

Not to mention that today is the big day of His Majesty's longevity, so there is no delay.

It was only then that Ling Qiyan noticed the coldness. He was shivering in the howling autumn wind wearing only a tulle, his face was pale, but his eyes were very red, as if he had been wronged or bullied. He was originally beautiful and flamboyant Water seems to come out of her peach blossom eyes.

Seeing Ling Qiyan standing there staring at Wen Ying, Jiang Lin winked, and the clever little eunuch got up, went into the room, took a cloak, and put it on Ling Qiyan.

His body warmed up a bit, Ling Qiyan's reason, which was so angry that he was about to burn out, could come back a little, closed his eyes, forced himself to suppress his anger, ignored Wen Ying who was kneeling on the ground, turned and went into the room.

The house was in a mess, Ling Qiyan almost dropped everything that could be dropped, Jiang Lin directed the people to clean it up quickly, and waited for Ling Qiyan to change clothes, wash, comb and tie her hair.

Several maidservants carefully tore off the messy bedding on the bed, some of them were at a loss.

They had served Ling Qiyan for a long time, and this was the first time they encountered such a situation.

His Royal Highness Yu Wang seems to be romantic, but in fact he is still an out-and-out young girl. There are so many beautiful maidservants in the house, who would not want to climb His Highness's bed? He seems to be affectionate to everyone, so he touched his little hand , A kiss on the face is nothing to worry about, and all kinds of rewards are very generous, which seduced them all secretly, but they fought back and forth, His Highness didn't really touch any of them, but now, His Highness himself has been A poor scholar in the house was moved...

Who can believe this?Who dares to believe it?

Although, when it comes to beauty, all of them combined may not be as good as His Highness.

Ling Qiyan's face was gloomy and he didn't say anything. His whole body was filled with cold air. All the servants consciously moved lightly, not daring to make a sound, for fear of being picked up by him to vent their anger.

Two quarters of an hour later, Ling Qiyan, who was dressed neatly in pro-dynasty clothes, walked out the door. Wen Ying was still kneeling on the spot, and Ling Qiyan left without looking at him again.

Sitting in the carriage and entering the palace, Ling Qiyan leaned on the soft pillow behind him and leaned against the wall of the carriage. He felt as if his whole body had been run over by a wheel, and it hurt everywhere. Immediately turn the car around and go back to the house, hang the man up and give him a severe beating.

No, smoking a meal can't relieve the hatred in his heart.

Thinking of how his dignified prince and the eldest son of the emperor had suffered such humiliation, Ling Qiyan's eyes turned red again, and he greeted all eighteen generations of Wen Ying's ancestors in his heart.

It wasn't until the carriage stopped at the gate of the palace, and the people outside whispered that he had arrived, that Ling Qiyan managed to regain his composure, pushed the door and was helped out of the carriage.

At the second quarter of the hour, the bells and drums of the Daqing Palace sounded, and the emperor ascended to the throne, accepting the worship of princes, nobles, courtiers, officials and envoys from foreign countries to celebrate his birthday.

The princes took the lead and presented birthday gifts in turn.

As soon as the picture of mountains and rivers sent by the crown prince Ling Qiyu came out, the emperor Longyan was very happy, and he said hello three times, and immediately ordered someone to frame it, saying that he would hang it in the imperial study.

The crown prince's sacred heart is stable, which is a great thing. Ling Qi is full of vigor and smiles, as if he can see that after a few years, he will be the one who sits in that position and accepts the three kneelings and nine kowtows of the crowd. Everything he wants will eventually be his.

Ling Qiyan stood one step behind Ling Qiyu, absent-minded all the time, what the prince said, what the emperor praised the prince, did not listen to a word, when it was his turn, the third prince behind him reminded him in a low voice , Just like waking up from a dream, he stepped forward and offered his birthday gift.

He walked slowly, he had been kneeling and standing since he entered the palace in the morning, his body became more and more uncomfortable after being tortured for most of the night, and there was a dull pain when he walked, Ling Qiyan was so angry that his teeth itched but he could only bear it .

At first, the emperor was a little displeased when he saw his absent-minded appearance, but when he saw the things he gave clearly, the smile appeared on his face again.

The rice grains engraved with the word "Hundred Shou" were sprinkled with gold powder and stuck to the jade plate to form a large golden "Shou" character. The emperor held a magnifying glass and looked at it carefully for a while. The seemingly ordinary things were actually unique. Each grain of rice sprinkled with gold is engraved with the characters of longevity in different fonts, which are clearly visible under a magnifying glass and are very delicate, which shows the thoughtfulness of the sculptor.

Ling Qiyan said without blushing and heartbeat: "This is a picture of a hundred years of life carved by my son and minister for several months. May the father and emperor have a long life, peace and happiness, and the Dacheng Dynasty and Suifeng, Haiqing and Heyan. "

"it is good!"

The emperor was very happy, he thought Ling Qiyan would use whatever to perfuse himself, and he didn't have any thoughts about the eldest son.I never thought that he would be so caring this time. It takes a lot of effort to do such a delicate job of rice carving, and the meaning is also good. Not only the one hundred characters for longevity, but also the emperor, everyone hopes to rule the prosperous age Peaceful and prosperous, rice seems to be the most common thing, but it is also the best thing.

So the emperor was so happy that he praised Ling Qiyan for the first time in front of the Manchu officials.

Ling Qiyan decided in his heart that this test has finally passed, and his father even praised him for the first time, but he owed Wen Ying's blessing to this matter...

In this way, the tone in the morning seemed to be a little smoother, at least for now, Ling Qiyan didn't think about asking that poor scholar to pay for his life.

Ling Qiyu glanced sideways at him, his gaze was slightly pensive, thoughtful.

Afterwards, honorable officials and foreign envoys all offered gifts, and at noon, everyone moved to the Jiying Hall to have a birthday banquet.

The banquet was full of singing, dancing and music, and the wine was thick and hearty.

Ling Qiyan was sitting next to Ling Qiyu, he didn't want to talk to the crown prince, but Ling Qiyu took the initiative to talk to him: "Brother, that rice carving looks really fresh, how did you come up with the idea? Have a heart."

"It's not as good as you. If you can find a great Confucian who is hidden in the south of the Yangtze River to draw a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains for your father, you are more caring."

Ling Qiyan casually talked about the scene, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, didn't look at Ling Qiyu, and only watched the Yanle performance in the field with a smile.

Ling Qiyu wanted to say something more, but seeing that Ling Qiyan didn't respond to him, he squeezed the wine glass a little harder, and didn't speak again.

The dancers danced gracefully to the sound of music. These dancers were all affiliated to the Ministry of Rites and the Department of Education. The Yan Yue Dance that was lined up was always the same, and there were few new tricks. Even so, Ling Qiyan still watched it with great interest.

It wasn't until later that all the vassal missions took turns performing dances that the atmosphere in the palace became more lively. I was used to seeing the well-regulated palace swallow music dances. Not to mention these princes and courtiers, even the emperor himself was very fond of the exotic dances presented by this foreign country. Fun dance is more interesting.

The elephant dancers from the small southwestern country were in the middle and front, and as soon as the elephants carried beauties from more than a dozen countries on stage, there was a sound of gasping in the hall, and the officials stretched their necks one by one, staring at each other eagerly. look out.

Accompanied by the sound of intense drum music, the beauties on the back of the elephants danced in the most seductive postures, which mixed strangely with the rough power of the elephants, which was amazing.

In the second half, the beauties danced into the hall with their backs down, their skirts fluttering and colorful sleeves fluttering, like more than a dozen delicate and beautiful flower buds, blooming to the extreme in the golden palace, the color is fragrant and intoxicating.

The one who led the dancer was even more charming, with a raging begonia inserted obliquely in her black hair, she smiled sweetly, and her eyes were full of hope, full of charm and beauty.

Ling Qiyan slowly poured the wine into his mouth again, raised his eyes to look at the emperor on the throne, and saw that his father was holding the wine glass in his hand but hadn't moved for a long time, just staring at that person in a daze, as if staring at him in a daze. up.

Ling Qiyan smiled and continued to pour himself wine.

In the palace, Wen Ying was still kneeling on the ground, Ling Qiyan had already left, but he never got up.

Jiang Lin didn't follow him into the palace, but came over from time to time to take a look at Wen Ying from a distance, admiring and resenting this poor scholar at the same time.

His Highness was born beautiful, maybe someone dared to think about him, but this kid was the first one, and probably the only one who dared to seriously touch His Highness, and he was just a poor scholar with no power or influence.

How dare he?

Jiang Lin regretted it. He was really careless last night. He thought that this kid would at most make His Highness comfortable serving His Highness as he did the previous few times, so he let him go.Those who waited on His Highness heard faint movements outside the room, but did not go in to take a look, but in the end, His Highness suffered a great crime.

When His Highness returns from the palace, they will inevitably be punished accordingly.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lin felt annoyed, stepped forward, and taunted Wen Ying coldly: "Our family has never seen anyone who is less afraid of death than you, His Highness is not here now, what is the use of kneeling here? Are you afraid now? Our family thought how capable you are!"

Wen Ying glanced at him indifferently, Jiang Lin thought he would ignore him, but after a while, he said in a low voice: "Eunuch Jiang should have been with His Highness for many years, but if he doesn't understand His Highness's temperament so much, His Highness will be angry Hatred is not killing innocent people indiscriminately."

Jiang Lin was so angry that he raised his shrill voice and scolded, "Are you innocent? Do you still think you are innocent? Why are you so innocent after committing such a beastly crime? If you behave like this, you will die! You will be cheap by a thousand cuts!"

"Your Highness will not kill me." Wen Ying said firmly.

"Ah."

Wen Ying didn't say anything more to the eunuch. Ling Qiyan might beat him, scold him, or drive him away, but he wouldn't really kill him. His Royal Highness Prince Yu didn't even bother to do things that dirty his hands.

He knelt here, not because of regret, but because he wanted to make Ling Qiyan feel better.

In the evening, another family banquet was held in Xingqing Palace, the emperor's residence.

The emperor is very happy today. He is in his prime. He has been on the throne for sixteen years. He has governed the country with martial arts and martial arts. .

The Queen Mother was also very happy. She had heard people say that her good grandson, Sun Ling Qiyan, gave her a lot of face today, so she specially mentioned the birthday gift from the children at the family banquet, and the emperor gave Ling Qiyan a banquet in front of her again. Both the prince and the prince praised, saying that the birthday gift they gave was the most thoughtful.

The empress dowager smiled and reminded the emperor: "Then you should reward the banquet and the house with some good things."

The emperor readily agreed.

The queen mother asked Ling Qiyan how he came up with the idea of ​​making that rice carving, and how long he had been learning. Ling Qiyan replied with a smile: "It was suggested to my grandson by a guest at the grandson's house. The last time my grandson told you, grandma, , the little three-yuan case chief in Jizhou, he has seen a lot and knows a lot of interesting things, and he also taught his grandson how to make rice carvings."

Although he hated that poor scholar so much now, but in front of everyone, especially in front of the queen, he wanted to flatter Wen Ying so that she would know that what she said was "not serious" ", but her narrow-minded prejudice.

Shen's complexion was really not pretty, Ling Qiyan ignored her.

He knew that Shen was in a bad mood. At the state banquet at noon, the overwhelmed foreign dancer wore a begonia flower on her head to dance in front of the imperial court. She almost lost the emperor's soul. It must have spread in the harem. No wonder.

Ling Qiyan didn't care how angry she was, anyway, he had already arranged for someone to take care of the dancer girl, and he estimated that his father would find a chance to take her in for a few days at most, as long as he kept her under surveillance before then. The queen made a move, and if she wanted to make a move after entering the palace, she had to ask the emperor if he would agree.

Ling Qiyan has always been very good at and enthusiastic about embarrassing his mother.

Hearing Ling Qiyan mentioning Wen Ying, the emperor became interested, and said casually: "The little Sanyuan case leader from Jizhou? I have the impression that the Guozijian Jijiu mentioned this son to me before, saying that this son is young and already With the talent of number one scholar, how did he become a guest in your house?"

"It's said to be a doorman, but it's just a playmate who lives in Erchen's mansion and plays polo and throwing pots with Erchen in his spare time. In a few days, he will leave the court to participate in the Qiuwei of Jinke. If he does well in the exam, I will take part in the examination next spring, and when the time comes, I will not be able to keep him even if I want to keep him."

Ling Qiyan said it generously, he was ignorant, he was used to idleness, and if he accepted a scholar in the mansion, the emperor would not be suspicious that he wanted to make friends with future court officials in advance, but he was a little relieved to hear Ling Qiyan be so frank .

Close to Zhu Zhechi, although he didn't have much hope for the eldest son, he also didn't want him to be a dude who knows nothing.

So he nodded and said: "That's good, you should also calm down, getting close to such a student is better than messing around with people all day long."

Ling Qiyan made an appearance of being open-minded and receptive.

Ling Qiyu on the side lowered his eyes and said nothing, his eyes darkened slightly.

Shen interrupted them coldly: "It's just a scholar. Whether you can win the exam or not is up to you. It's worthy of His Majesty's attention. This is a family banquet. Just talk about what outsiders do, let's eat."

The queen mother waved to Ling Qiyan, and called him to her side: "I haven't seen the picture of the centennial life of the rice carving, is it so beautiful?"

Ling Qiyan smiled coquettishly with her: "Grandmother likes it, and grandson will carve it for grandma when he goes back. Father and grandmother also have grandma. Grandson is not a person who treats one more than another."

A few flattering words made the empress dowager and the emperor laugh at the same time, but empress Shen subconsciously clenched the veil in her hand to suppress the anger in her heart.

The emperor has it, the grandmother has it, but she doesn't, this bastard really doesn't take her, the queen mother, seriously!

Thinking about how this kid is in charge of the affairs of the feudal clan these days, the witch from a foreign country was probably arranged by him on purpose, which made her even more annoyed.

But no matter what she was thinking, Ling Qiyan didn't take it to heart.

After the family banquet, Ling Qiyan went out of the palace and returned to the mansion. Before leaving, she was stopped by Princess Xihua and dragged to a place where there was no one to talk alone.

"That Wen Ying is really your guest of honor?"

Princess Xihua came straight to the point and asked straightforwardly. Ling Qiyan looked at her and asked with a smile: "Does it have something to do with you? Are you a young girl who has never been out of the court, and you are talking about the guests in the curtain?"

The other party was annoyed: "Don't change the subject! Tell the truth! Is he right?!"

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "You care so much about that poor scholar? Do you really like him?"

"So what?" Princess Xihua blushed, but her aura was not inferior, "You just said to His Majesty that you are just a guest and playmate, who is staying at your house, is it true or not?"

Ling Qiyan deliberately teased her: "You want to know?"

"What? Can't tell?"

"Why not say it, of course it is..." Ling Qiyan stretched out his voice with a smile, and then slowly uttered two words, "Fake."

As soon as Ling Qiyan said the words, Princess Xihua's complexion changed, and she glared at him fiercely.

Ling Qiyan still smiled: "I really like that poor scholar? What's so good about him? Isn't that his face can still be seen, and his smelly and stubborn dog temper, I'm afraid you can't stand it after two days."

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he said again: "Okay, if you really like it, I'll just send him to you. You arrange a place, and I'll send him there tomorrow."

The little princess frowned when she heard this: "You want to send him to me?"

"Don't you like it? It's just a gift for you." Ling Qiyan looked as if it was a matter of course, as if it was an optional item.

"...Why are you like this? He followed you anyway, and if you don't want it, give it to me? Isn't this what you are doing?"

Ling Qiyan smiled meaninglessly: "I'm tired of him, can't I?"

The little princess said angrily: "You are too bad! I don't want it anymore! Keep it for yourself!"

The bluffing girl ran away again, Ling Qiyan drank too much wine and his mind was not clear because of the cold wind, sobered up, and stretched lazily.

He was teasing the stupid girl Xi Hua, and he hadn't figured out how to deal with that kid Wen Ying, so why should he give it away after he got so angry.

Just as he was about to leave, someone called him again, this time it was Ling Qiyu.

Ling Qiyu came out from the corner of the corridor, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Ling Qiyan sneered: "I didn't expect that His Majesty the Crown Prince would still have the problem of listening to someone's corner."

Ling Qiyu asked the same question as Princess Xihua: "Is that Wen Ying your guest of honor?"

Ling Qiyan curled her lips: "There is nothing wrong with each of them, you don't want to fall in love with that poor scholar, do you?"

He didn't even know where Wen Ying's boy got such a great charm, all of them were eyeing him, and then came to make trouble for him.

Ling Qiyu didn't answer, just looked at him with cold eyes.

Ling Qiyan had a half-smile but not a smile: "I have already had too many guests, when do I need to tell you? Don't be too lenient."

Ling Qiyu's expression was even colder: "That day at the eldest brother's house, the head of the case Wen told Gu that as long as Gu is willing to appreciate and support him, he is also willing to be a pawn for Gu."

"Oh," Ling Qiyan said indifferently, "So you're here to ask me to beg him?"

Ling Qiyu endured his anger and asked: "Brother still values ​​him so much for such a scumbag?"

"He is still my king's man now, it's enough to serve me well," Ling Qiyan said disapprovingly, "It's his own business if he wants to be with you in the future, if you ask me now, I don't care. I will give it to you, I can give it to that girl Xihua, but I can’t give it to you, the little beauty gave it to you, it’s hard to say whether it will survive or not.”

Ling Qiyu sneered: "Brother is really considerate to people, I never realized before that brother is such a sentimental person."

Ling Qiyan withdrew his casual expression, turned cold, and reminded the person in front of him: "Don't make up his mind, let alone touch him. If you dare, I will never end with you."

Ling Qiyu's voice was filled with resentment: "Brother, you want to tear yourself apart for such an outsider?"

"This king thinks that there is no shame between you and me," Ling Qiyan corrected him contemptuously, "Since that poor scholar is my guest, he is naturally an insider. As for you, you are an outsider."

After he finished speaking, he stopped talking to Ling Qiyu and walked away.

It was the end of the Xu Dynasty when Ling Qiyan returned to the palace, the moonlight had already covered the branches, and the autumn nights were cold and frosty.

In the main courtyard, Wen Ying was still kneeling on the ground, as if he hadn't moved, his hair and eyebrows were covered with a thin layer of frost.

Jiang Lin and Ling Qiyan reported in a low voice, saying that he had knelt here for a whole day without a single drop of water.

"If he wants to kneel, let him kneel." Ling Qiyan left these words and strode into the room.