Wen Xiangyanyu

Wen Ying became ruthless. When Ling Qiyan knew for the first time that there were more beasts in this beast, he pinched and bit him to death. He kicked, beat and scolded him until his voice became hoarse and he was not let go. , In the end, I couldn't stand it, and I passed out after being overwhelmed.

When he woke up the next day, Ling Qiyan was in so much pain that he couldn't move, his whole body was covered with marks, and he didn't have a piece of good meat. It took him three days to recover.

Ling Qiyan got angry because of this, and after waking up, he slapped Wen Ying's face with his palm, making him roll as far as he could. After that, Wen Ying came to the main courtyard to say hello, but never let him in again.

The more Ling Qiyan thought about this, the more aggrieved he became. A damned poor scholar, who just won the exam, didn't pay attention to His Royal Highness King Yu, and dared to treat him like this. Why should he? !

From childhood to adulthood, except for the mother who regarded him as an enemy, no one had the guts to touch him with a finger. How dare Wen Ying!

It was really because he was too conniving with that kid, that made him so bold, more and more presumptuous!

The boy in the back went to get the [-] boards by himself, but he is a Juren after all, and the servants of the palace were worried that they would settle accounts with them after Ling Qi's banquet died down, so they didn't dare to make a big deal, so they pretended to beat them. No blood was seen.

Jiang Lin came to report the matter to Ling Qiyan, Ling Qiyan frowned after hearing this: "Is it disabled?"

"No," Jiang Lin said in his heart that they hadn't played hard, and hurriedly explained, "Wen Jieyuan is in good health, only twenty boards, so he won't make any mistakes."

The tone in Ling Qiyan's heart was finally at ease, and he waved his hand: "Go and give him some ointment."

A few days later, it was Princess Huaying's birthday, and the princess mansion held a big banquet. The eldest princess liked to be lively, and invited all the female relatives and juniors from various mansions in the capital. Naturally, Ling Qi had to go to join her aunt in the banquet.

Wen Ying still came to the main courtyard early in the morning to pay his respects, even though the door had been closed for several days.

When we arrived at the main courtyard, we met Ling Qiyan was getting into the car and was about to go out. We hadn't seen each other for a few days. Although Ling Qiyan's anger had not completely subsided, for the sake of his being punished, he was no longer so unpleasant. Someone came to talk to me.

"Is Your Highness going out?" Wen Ying asked him in a low voice after greeting him.

"En." Ling Qiyan responded casually, "Go to the academy today?"

"Today is ten days off."

Ling Qiyan's thoughts turned around, and he said calmly: "Get in the car, I'm going to my aunt's house to celebrate her birthday, you go with me."

Wen Ying got into the car, Ling Qiyan glanced at him, and asked casually, "Is your injury healed?"

"Thank you for the ointment His Highness asked someone to send, it's all right now."

Ben also only made some marks, Ling Qiyan asked someone to give him medicine, after applying it for three or two days, nothing could be seen.

Ling Qiyan ignored him and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

He is still angry, but it is okay to take this kid out to make a face.

When I got off the car at the Princess's mansion, I ran into Ling Qining, who came out of the palace with several other princes.

Seeing Ling Qiyan, Ling Qining ran over to say hello bouncingly, and when he saw Wen Ying, he smiled even more, and took the initiative to talk to him: "I heard people say that you know Yuan, you are amazing!"

Wen Ying's expression was indifferent: "His Sixth Highness praises you absurdly."

"It's not Miao Zan, I know that Jie Yuan is very difficult to win."

"Let's go, don't stand here and talk nonsense."

Ling Qiyan interrupted them impatiently, and walked up the stone steps first, Ling Qining hurriedly followed, Wen Ying was one step behind them, and followed behind.

After entering the mansion, Ling Qiyan led Ling Qining to the eldest princess to pay her respects.

In the flower hall, there are all elegant and luxurious wives from various prefectures, chatting and laughing with the eldest princess.

Ling Qiyan presented the birthday gift, and said a few pleasant words to the eldest princess. Hearing that Ling Qiyan said that he had brought along the disciples from the house who had won the prize, a lady smiled and said, He called the young man in and showed them too.

The 16-year-old Xie Yuan, who looks like Pan'an, is also a guest of Prince Yu's mansion. These ladies are very curious.

Ling Qiyan didn't take it seriously, and asked someone to go out to call Wen Ying who was waiting outside.

Wen Ying entered the door and greeted the eldest princess calmly. The eldest princess had met Wen Ying before, and she also knew that her daughter had thought about this kid. No wonder that girl Xihua never forgets her.

The other wives were even more impressed, only looking at Xie Yuanlang's demeanor and appearance, he was really one in a thousand, a handsome young man with talent, knowledge and promise, and no older women would not like him.

Many of them have daughters of the right age in their families. If this boy can really go to high school next year, he will be a good candidate for recruiting a husband. The only bad thing is that he gets too close to this Prince Yu.

Ling Qiyan didn't know the convoluted thoughts of these ladies, so she said a few more words and led Ling Qining and Wen Ying to retreat.

They went to the garden at the back, where the juniors from all the prefectures played.

Ling Qining went to play throwing pots with others. He got Wen Ying's advice the previous time. After returning home, he practiced hard, and his skills improved a lot. He won several games in a row, very proud.

But he is young after all, and there are still many people who play better than him. Hearing a burst of applause, Ling Qiyan, who was originally sitting at the side drinking tea, looked over and saw that someone had hit Yigan, and it was the grandson of Duke Jing. , Xihua's future husband-in-law.

Xihua was also there, the man shot the last arrow in his hand, looked at Xihua, Xihua blushed, heard the teasing laughter of the female companion beside him, and glared at her.

Ling Qining ran back and stretched out his hand to drag Wen Ying: "Brother Wen, help me vote! You must be better than them all!"

Ling Qiyan almost spit out the tea in his mouth, Ling Qining, this stinky boy, called Wen Ying so affectionately, and he wasn't afraid to hear his father's ears and piss him off to death.

With a low cough, he called Ling Qining to his side, and pinched his face: "Why don't you wink, don't you see anyone, do you want to show off in front of your cousin Xihua? You just have to fight to win or lose ?”

Ling Qining patted his hand away, and hummed: "I don't care, he wants to show it to Cousin Xihua, why should others let him go, brother Wen is better than him, I know."

In fact, Ling Qiyan didn't care, and raised his chin with Wen Ying: "You go, give this king and His Royal Highness a good face."

Wen Ying took the lead and went away. After a while, the applause from the other end became even louder. Wen Ying competed with the Lin family son, and the scores rose alternately. It was hard to distinguish for a while.

Ling Qiyan got up and walked over, watching with great interest, more and more people watched, until Crown Prince Ling Qiyu appeared, followed by Shen Xingyao and his group.

Ling Qiyu interrupted everyone's ceremony, and motioned for the two who threw the pot to continue.

With the last arrow, Wen Ying made another shot.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then they applauded loudly. The Lin family simply conceded defeat, very freely.

Shen Xingyao sneered: "Isn't this the poor scholar? Ah, no, it's Xie Yuanlang now, why did he sneak into the Princess's mansion today? Is this where you can come?"

The smile on the corners of Ling Qiyan's lips hadn't subsided yet. Hearing this unsightly remark, he looked over coldly and said mockingly, "Cousin, don't look down on people. Hedong in 30 years and Hexi in 30 years, you can't say for sure in the future."

Ling Qiyan was definitely the first one who dared to call Shen Xingyao a dog to his face.

Shen Xingyao glared at him fiercely, his eyes were full of resentment, he was kicked by Ling Qiyan to vomit blood before, this tone has not been released yet, and now he is being ridiculed in public like this again.

Shen Xingyao wanted to retort, but Ling Qiyu first said with a smile: "Brother, this doorman is really good. Not only is he good at playing polo, but he is also good at throwing pots. It's because he has a vision."

Having said that, he never looked at Wen Ying directly, and his arrogance was completely undisguised.

Ling Qiyan felt bored and didn't want to talk to him, so he called Wen Ying to go, planning to play elsewhere.

When Ling Qiyan turned around, Ling Qiyu's eyes and pupils shrank, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Shen Xingyao cursed and didn't dare to scold Ling Qiyan directly, all his filthy words were directed at Wen Ying, accusing Sang and Huai.

The people around pretended not to hear that they left, Ling Qiyu looked even colder, but the two had already walked away.

Wen Ying followed Ling Qiyan and walked casually along the lake.

A group of young ladies were flying kites by the lake, and the fallen kite accidentally fell at Ling Qiyan's feet. Ling Qiyan picked it up, and a little maid came over to thank him, took the kite back, and handed it to him not far away. A very delicate girl in a goose yellow dress.

The girl looked towards Ling Qiyan, then quickly moved her eyes away in a panic, turned around and ran away, ran a few steps and couldn't help looking back at him again, and then ran away.

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows, and Jiang Lin reminded him winkingly: "Your Highness, that is the future princess that the Empress Dowager wants to point out to you."

Ling Qiyan was a little surprised when he heard the words. Looking back at the appearance of the little lady just now, she was really good-looking, and it was also interesting to be shy and timid. He squinted at Jiang Lin: "How do you know?"

Jiang Lin explained with a smile: "After the first came in, the servants helped His Highness inquire."

"You're being nice."

Ling Qiyan chatted and laughed, walked into the pavilion on the rockery and sat down.

Wen Ying followed in and poured tea for him silently.

Ling Qiyan raised his eyes inadvertently, only to realize that there was something wrong with Wen Ying's expression. He was fine when throwing the pot before, but now his face seemed to be covered with something inexplicably cold, which made him feel very uncomfortable. .

Ling Qiyan couldn't help frowning, what's wrong with this kid?

Wen Ying handed him the teacup, and said softly, "Your Highness, let's drink tea."

Ling Qiyan put down the cup heavily: "Speak directly if you have something to say, if you have nothing to do, don't put a coffin face on this king, this king will not be happy to see it."

Wen Ying remained silent.

Ling Qiyan said, "Kneel down."

Wen Ying knelt down sullenly.

Jiang Lin consciously retreated with a few servants, and went to guard under the rockery.

"say."

"Students have nothing to say," Wen Ying said in a blunt tone, "Your Highness doesn't understand."

Ling Qiyan was annoyed: "Who gave you the guts to talk to this king like this? Do you show off to this king again and again?"

Wen Ying shut up and stopped talking.

The more he was like this, the more annoyed Ling Qiyan became: "It is this king who treats you so well that you have become overwhelmed and have completely forgotten your identity, right? This king allows you to go to this king's bed, and allows you to occupy my bed." The advantage of this king, allowing you to do those things to this king, does not mean that you can do whatever you want, do not take this king seriously, and even repeatedly disobey this king, and give him a face, what do you think it is?"

Wen Ying raised his eyes and asked him calmly: "Students are nothing, so why should His Highness be angry because students are nothing?"

"you--!"

Ling Qiyan raised his hand angrily, but before he slapped him, he met Wen Ying's cold eyes, his movements froze, and Wen Ying grabbed his wrist.

"Let go of me!" Ling Qiyan gritted his teeth.

Wen Ying pinched his wrist in pain, and the man's eyes were filled with fleeting cruelty, and he finally let go of his hand.

"The student has violated the rules, His Highness calm down."

Ling Qiyan was furious, kicked him, got up and left, turned around and saw that dog Ling Qiyu standing outside the pavilion, with a gloomy face, staring at them, he did not know how long he had been listening there.

Jiang Lin and those people knelt behind with their heads down, thinking they couldn't stop Ling Qiyu from coming up, so they had to kneel down to apologize.

Seeing this, Ling Qiyan's face became even more ugly: "What are you doing here?"

"What did he take advantage of from you?"

Ling Qiyu obviously heard what Ling Qiyan said before, and asked him directly in a cold voice.

"You don't care," Ling Qiyan said angrily, "Get lost!"

"You let him crawl on your bed? You let him sleep on you? You are a majestic prince, and you actually committed yourself to an inferior person?!"

Every time Ling Qiyu said a word, his voice became colder, and the eyes staring at Ling Qiyan seemed to be poisoned and soaked in ice.

Ling Qiyan's face turned frosty, and he still said: "You don't care."

The anger and hatred in Ling Qiyu's eyes burned even more, Ling Qiyan ignored him and walked away.

Wen Ying, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up, ignored Ling Qiyu's bloodthirsty gaze on him, and chased after him.

For the whole day after that, Ling Qiyan didn't talk to anyone anymore, and he put on a bad face when he saw everyone, and went straight back home after the birthday banquet.

Wen Ying was dropped by him, and walked back to the palace by himself.

Ling Qiyan threw things madly in the house again, and Wen Ying knelt down outside the door.

After Ling Qiyan had finished venting, he slammed open the door, only saying "Get out" to Wen Ying outside the door.

Wen Ying didn't get up, and asked him in a low voice: "Your Highness is so angry, is it because the prince heard those words?"

"Shouldn't this king be angry?!" Ling Qiyan kicked him in the chest.

Wen Yingsheng suffered from this kick, remained motionless, and stared into his eyes: "Does Your Highness think this is a shame? Is Your Highness so afraid of being known? It's a shame, but why do you pester students to do those things every day?" matter?"

"How dare you say it!"

"Did the student make a mistake?"

"You, here, Ben, Wang, get out!"

Ling Qiyan was so angry that he squeezed these words out between his teeth.

Wen Ying stood up, with disappointment hidden in his dark eyes: "Students never feel that this is a shame, whether it's good to be His Highness's guest, or being said to be a seductive servant or a sycophant, students never feel that this is a shame. It's a shame, because these are all voluntary by the students."

Ling Qiyan was stunned.

When he regained consciousness, Wen Ying had already left.

The strange feeling that slipped through his heart at that moment was deliberately ignored by him, and an inexplicable and even more irrepressible anger suddenly surged up.

Ling Qiyan's face was livid, and he kicked hard on the door panel beside him.