Wen Xiangyanyu

In the evening, Ling Qiyan went to the cold pool in the village to bathe.

Wen Ying went together, Ling Qiyan didn't pay much attention to him, but didn't let him go.

Dozens of eunuchs and maids waited on Ling Qiyan's side. All the utensils were inlaid with gold and jade, and even the cloth towels for wiping were made of silk brocade, which was extravagant.

Wen Ying didn't look at it much, and didn't say a word.

The thin shirt came off Ling Qiyan's body, his complexion was as white as fat, his waist was narrow buttocks, his legs were straight and slender, although he still had the figure of a young man, his arms, chest and abdomen were covered with a thin layer of The muscles do not appear thin and weak.

In a blink of an eye, Wen Ying glanced at the undulating lines of his waist and hips, and froze slightly.

Ling Qiyan had already stepped into the pool, sat down against the wall of the pool, looked sideways and raised his chin with Wen Ying: "Come here and wipe my back."

Wen Ying stepped forward, knelt and squatted behind Ling Qiyan, took the silk cloth handed over by the eunuch, soaked it in water, and rubbed Ling Qiyan's back gently.

Ling Qiyan narrowed his eyes comfortably. It was probably the first time Wen Ying did this. He didn't have any skills, far inferior to those of the eunuchs. Itching to pray.

He wanted to drink again.

Ling Qiyan glanced over, Jiang Lin immediately understood, and sent the maid to bring the fine wine, Ling Qiyan took the jug, raised his head and poured the wine into his mouth, the splashed wine juice slid down the corners of his lips, It flows over the graceful neck, and then submerges in the pool water.

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at him, and unconsciously increased the strength in his hands.

Ling Qiyan turned around, lay down on the edge of the pool, tapped the jug with his fingers, raised the corners of his lips lazily, looked at Wen Ying and smiled: "I don't want to be the king's guest, how about drinking with me?" ?”

Wen Ying took the jug silently, poured a big gulp into his mouth, then raised his hand, and wiped his lips vigorously with the back of his hand.

Ling Qiyan's eyes moved, and the smile in his eyes deepened, and he asked him casually: "Since you want to be my disciple, and you study in the Imperial College every day, this king can't even see you, what's the point of having you as a disciple?" use?"

Without waiting for Wen Ying's answer, Ling Qiyan propped his chin and thought for a while, and said, "Why don't you come and live in this prince's mansion, which is not far from the Imperial College, so that you can avoid the entanglement of those messy people."

Even his cousin became a mess in the mouth of His Royal Highness Prince Yu, and he didn't seem to take him seriously at all.

Wen Ying responded calmly, and thanked him: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

Ling Qiyan was very satisfied with his understanding, moved his index finger and middle finger forward alternately, touched Wen Ying's wrist, and then scratched gently in his palm.

Wen Ying pulled out his hand calmly, squeezed the cloth towel and continued to rub Ling Qiyan's arm.

Ling Qiyan smiled and didn't bother to argue with him anymore.

After Ling Qiyan finished bathing, Wen Ying changed into clean clothes again, and followed him to the banquet.

Those dandies had been having fun all day, and now they all drank too much and became more promiscuous. Apart from the students from the Imperial College, they also called the beautiful concubine from the Qinlou Chuguan to accompany them. Sweet laughter, full of decadent sounds.

Ling Qiyan sat back on the main seat, and two beauties came and leaned on him, feeding him wine and peeling grapes. Ling Qiyan drank a small glass of wine with one of them, and turned his eyes to the kneeling Wen Ying, who was sitting by the side, kissed Mei Ji on the cheek, and reminded her with a smile: "Go and pour wine for the chief lord."

That Meiji responded obediently, leaning her soft body against Wen Ying, pouring wine for him with a smile: "My lord, I respect you."

Wen Ying didn't answer, moved away without any trace, and said coldly: "It's just a scholar, I can't be a girl and an adult."

The other Meiji leaned in Ling Qiyan's arms and smiled coquettishly: "Your Highness, the chief of the case, you don't want to lose face."

Ling Qiyan snorted softly: "That's all he has."

Ling Qiyan slowly rolled his eyes as he spoke, and after thinking for a while, he called a young lady with a pretty face to come over, pointed at Wen Ying and signaled to the young lady: "Go and drink with him."

The little shepherd stuck to Wen Ying's side, and before he could touch his hand, Wen Ying waved him away rudely.

Wen Ying's voice was a little colder: "No need, Your Highness can enjoy it by himself, students are not blessed to suffer this."

Ling Qiyan turned the wine glass in his hand, trying to smile: "Are you not giving me face?"

Wen Ying lowered his eyes, knelt and took a step forward, approached Ling Qiyan, and poured wine for him.

Looking at the glass full of wine brought to him, the coldness on Ling Qiyan's face eased a little, and he smiled again, pushing away Mei Ji who was still in his arms, took the wine glass, his peach blossom eyes Looking straight at Wen Ying, he raised his head and put the drink into his mouth.

After drinking for three rounds, Zhang Yuan leaned over and told Ling Qiyan with a smile that these beauties had arranged a new dance and asked him if he wanted to see it.

Ling Qiyan let out a dispensable "hmm", and the drums started.

The beauties with all kinds of styles danced to the music, the light gauze and thin gowns swayed, and the fragrance came, and all the dudes were fascinated, all of them blushed and dreamed of death.

Ling Qiyan was leaning on his body, most of the front of his chest was torn apart by him, his face was also flushed, his thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were flowing and winking like silk, only he himself did not notice, he Compared with those beautiful girls dancing lightly, she is even more gorgeous and peerless.

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at him occasionally, and then looked away quietly.

After the banquet was over, the dandies each put their arms around Meijiao Niang, Qiao Langjun, or those students from the Imperial College, and went to the wing to continue their fun.

Before leaving, Zhang Yuan leaned close to Ling Qiyan's ear and reminded him that the one who led the dance earlier was the number one dancer of Xiulan Garden, and she was also a pure servant, and was specially reserved for His Highness to enjoy.

Although he has no idea whether His Highness is willing to use it, but the best ones must be reserved for Ling Qiyan.

As for Wen Ying, he was ignored intentionally or unintentionally by everyone.

The flower hall that used to be singing and dancing without the hustle and bustle of the group of drunks returned to deserted, Ling Qiyan did not leave, still drinking, Wen Ying did not move, still kneeling beside him to serve him.

Only Mei Ji's head card, who was specially left behind, was a little embarrassed, hesitating to come forward, knelt down beside Ling Qiyan, and picked up the flagon.

Ling Qiyan held her catkin, squeezed it lightly, and squinted her eyes to look at her. After a while, he raised his hand and slowly stroked the woman's fair cheek with his fingers.

That Meiji lowered her head and remained motionless, revealing her fair and slender neck, which seemed to be a little nervous.

Ling Qiyan approached her and took a deep sniff at her neck, the light and delicate fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose.

The woman said softly: "Your Highness,...the servant serves you."

The opponent's hands were close to Ling Qiyan's chest, but before they could reach her, Ling Qiyan suddenly pressed her shoulders and pushed her hard.

The woman was caught off guard and fell down. Ling Qiyan's expression turned cold: "Go down, I don't need you here."

Jiang Lin waved his hand immediately, and two young eunuchs came up to quickly help that Meiji away.

Ling Qiyan got up and walked away.

Wen Ying followed him back to the house, Ling Qiyan squinted at him coldly, and said sarcastically, "Isn't it because you don't want to go to my king's bed? Why are you following me like this now?"

Wen Ying lowered his eyes and looked calm: "Your Highness won't let the students go, and the students dare not leave."

Ling Qiyan put the word "roll" to his lips, turned it around, and swallowed it back.

He lay down on the couch and motioned to Wen Ying: "My king has a sore back and back, come here and give me a massage."

Wen Ying walked to the couch and sat down, putting his big hands on Ling Qiyan's waist through the silk brocade shirt.

His technique was much more refined than when he rubbed his back before. The depression and anger that had accumulated in Ling Qiyan's heart gradually subsided, and the drunkenness returned to his head. He closed his eyes, relaxed his spirit, and was extremely lazy and sluggish.

The slender waist is the most sensitive. Being touched by Wen Ying's fingertips, Ling Qiyan gradually softened his body, but he still felt that it was not enough. He licked his lips, let out a soft "huh", and grabbed Wen Ying's hand , slid in from the clothes, and caressed his lower back flesh-to-blood.

The greasy touch was too real, Wen Ying's eyes dimmed, and without saying a word, he dutifully served the high and domineering His Royal Highness King Yu.

Ling Qiyan broke the silence first, and asked him with closed eyes: "It's fine if you don't want to serve this king with your body, but why don't you ask someone to serve you?"

"Students have no luck."

It was still this tough sentence, Ling Qiyan sneered: "In front of this king, you are the first person who is so ignorant of praise and good or bad."

Wen Ying stopped talking.

Ling Qiyan seemed to be used to it, and he had only met such a person today, and he was angry with him several times. According to his previous temper, he should have been dragged down long ago.

However, this Wen Ying made him feel very interesting. Although that pretended to be arrogant and arrogant looked really annoying, but the more Wen Ying was like this, the more he wanted to tear off his disguise and see him surrendering to him one day, wagging his tail and begging for mercy .

I just don't know what it's like for a guy like this kid to be in bed.

Ling Qiyan couldn't help but fantasize, his cheeks turned redder, and the numbness and itchiness arose on the touched part of his waist and back was even worse than when he was bathing before.

He found that his body was hot, and there was a slight tendency to raise his head there.

Ling Qiyan opened his eyes suddenly, his expression changed.

He lived to be 16 years old. Although he was naturally romantic and unrestrained, it was the first time that there was a reaction in that place. In the past, no matter how beautiful and charming a man he was, he had never really touched anyone, not because he didn't want to. ... He can't.

This kind of unspeakable secret, except for Jiang Lin who served him personally, no one knew about it. Zhang Yuan and others only thought that he was picky about cleanliness, and they gave him away in other ways, but none of them could get into his eyes, even if they privately There were speculations and murmurs, but I never dared to say it in front of Ling Qiyan.

This matter has always been Ling Qiyan's heart disease, but today, at this moment, because of Wen Ying's touch, he tasted the taste of desire for the first time in his life.

Ling Qiyan turned his head to look at Wen Ying, the corners of his eyes were red, and his eyes were extremely hot, Wen Ying stopped his hands and looked back at him quietly.

Ling Qiyan climbed onto Wen Ying's arm, with an ambiguous voice bewitching him: "Really refuse to follow me? Whatever you want, I will give you."

Wen Ying calmly pushed his hand away: "Your Highness is drunk."

Ling Qiyan gritted his teeth and got angry again: "If this king insists on you, do you really think you can resist?"

"You can't resist, but for His Highness, if the students don't cooperate, you're not going to be interesting, and you won't be able to have fun. Why should Your Highness do this?"

The four eyes met, and there was no sign of giving in in Wen Ying's eyes. After a while, Ling Qiyan closed his eyes and squeezed out a word between his teeth: "Get lost."