Wen Xiangyanyu

At the end of the year, two major events occurred in the court. First, Yu Wangling suddenly died of wind and cold while praying for a banquet, and was buried hastily. Half a month later, the emperor decreed to recognize another emperor who had been raised by the people for 20 years The eldest son, given his name to pray for the night, told the Taimiao to change the jade certificate, and amnesty the world.

On the same day, the emperor personally crowned Ling Qixiao, the eldest son of the emperor who had turned [-], and granted him the title of King Ji, and distributed the titles among his sons.

In the previous dynasty, the drums and music were loud, and the singing and dancing were peaceful, but the Ningshou Palace was deserted.

Ling Qiyan sat on the footsteps in front of the Empress Dowager, his long hair was loose, and the Empress Dowager combed and tied his hair with her own hands.

The queen mother held the comb in her hand, combed his long hair, and murmured: "In the blink of an eye, grandma's Yan'er has grown so big, it seems that when Yan'er was still a little big-breasted doll, grandma clearly remembers it." Well, it’s been so many years.”

"Yan'er was mischievous when she was a child, and she liked to act like a baby with her grandmother the most. She was easy to coax. Every time she got upset, she coaxed you with those shiny gold and jade things, you little doll would laugh through tears."

"You, everything is good, but you don't like studying, and you can't sit still in school since you were a child, or..."

The Empress Dowager paused, and sighed again. Fortunately, this child does not like to study, and he is not promising. If he is really crowned prince and his identity is exposed, he may really die.

Ling Qiyan listened quietly, without saying a word.

After what happened that day, the queen mother fell seriously ill, and the emperor finally nodded in agreement and spared his life.

For the past half month, he has been living in this side hall of Ningshou Palace. The queen mother said that she would not treat him like before, but he could feel that grandma still loved him, just as much as before.

But he also knew that this Ningshou Palace was not his home after all, and he would have to leave sooner or later.

Tied up her hair and put on the jade crown, Ling Qiyan turned around and lay down on the Empress Dowager's lap, without saying a word for a long time.

The Empress Dowager caressed his pale and bloodless face, and asked him: "It's Yan'er's birthday today, what birthday gift do you want?"

"...No, thank you, grandma."

"Yes, I'll ask someone to open the warehouse, and you can choose what you want." The queen mother felt uncomfortable. In the past, every year on her birthday, this child would pester her to ask for various things, but now she just said "no more!" ".

Ling Qiyan refused to talk anymore, and refused to go. The queen mother had no choice but to order a few nuns and eunuchs to help him pick out some things.

"Grandma is getting old, it's useless to keep these things, you can take all you can use, after this year is over and spring begins...you can go to the south."

Ling Qiyan raised his eyes, and the queen mother nodded with him: "Didn't you say that you wanted to go to Jiangnan? Grandma asked someone to help you arrange everything there. Someone will escort you there, and someone will take care of you there." You, your uncle's house is right there, if you need anything, go to your uncle's house to ask for it, I told them all."

"Your uncle's family has quite a few brothers and sisters who are about the same age as you. You won't be bored playing with them. After half a year or a year, let your uncle help you choose a marriage there."

The Empress Dowager said, feeling a little relieved, her natal family was in the south of the Yangtze River, and Ling Qiyan went there, and someone helped to take care of him. The three years and fate that the eminent monk said back then had twists and turns. This, now that Yu Wangling Qiyan is dead, the one who has no wife and children is definitely not the current him.

He is a person with blessings, and he will always live a smooth and peaceful life in the future, and live a long life. What the eminent monk said back then will definitely come true.

Ling Qiyan recovered from his stupefied stupefaction, responded in a low voice, and thanked the Queen Mother.

"Grandmother promised to protect you, and will always protect you." The queen mother touched his face again, hesitated again and again, and asked him, "Yan'er, you have to change your name and surname when you go outside. Would you like to be with grandma?" Surname?"

The Queen Mother thought that it would be best for her natal nephew to adopt this child as an adopted son. In this way, Ling Qiyan would become her brother's grandson, and with her natal family's protection, he would be safe in the future.

After a long silence, Ling Qiyan lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "I think my surname is Wen."

The queen mother was stunned for a moment, and her eyes slowly turned red: "Okay, the surname is Wen,...the one who should be surnamed Wen, it's my grandmother who wants to make a mistake."

That kind-hearted Wen hunter not only took in Shen Shi, who was pregnant with Liujia, so that she could give birth to the child safely, and later raised Wen Ying by himself. Now that he is dead, no matter what, she will You can't snatch the children of those who are benefactors to their royal family, and make people cut off the incense.

"...It's good that you want to be named Wen."

Hearing that Ling Qiyan said that the surname should be Wen, although the queen mother was worried and reluctant to give up, she was more relieved. At least this child is not the one who is greedy for glory and wealth. Between the adopted son of the aristocratic family and the son of the Orion, he still chose him. Original identity.

Ling Qiyan didn't know what to say: "...don't be sad, grandma."

"Grandmother is not sad," the queen mother calmed down, forced a smile on her face, and comforted him, "It doesn't matter if your surname is Wen. If you go to the south, your uncles will still treat you as their own child. I asked someone to arrange a house for you." , not far from your uncle's house, you have to remember to walk around with them more, so as not to cause any trouble."

Ling Qiyan nodded obediently: "I will always remember what my grandmother told me."

Xingqing Palace.

After the court meeting, all the courtiers walked out of the palace, all of them seemed to be dreaming. Although the news of the emperor's new son had already spread throughout the capital, after the official edict was issued today, many people still had no sense of reality.

Thinking of the fact that this new highness had passed the Shangjing Jieyuan exam before, and then joined the army and killed King Khan of the Assassins with his own hands, it is all regrettable. The other dozen or so sons of His Majesty, including the crown prince, are not as good as him. With this ability, how could he not be recognized by His Majesty a few years earlier.

No one believed the twins and the eminent monk’s criticism of the hexagrams. How could it be such a coincidence that one came back and the other died suddenly? During this period of time, the story of the civet cat changing the prince has been circulated privately in Beijing. It's not announced, but no one dares to bring it to the table and say it.

In the main hall, the emperor looked at Guan Yue's outstanding son, and also felt full of regrets.

After what happened last time, he became more and more disappointed with that kid Ling Qiyu. He really didn't expect that that kid would have unethical thoughts towards his brothers who grew up together. How could his prince look crooked? When it was like this, seeing that kid's face almost disfigured by Ling Qiyan, he became even more irritated. During this period of time, he was confined in the East Palace and was not allowed to come out.

But just for this kind of thing, he can't just abolish the prince. He has no face to speak out about this scandal.

Suppressing the dissatisfaction with Ling Qiyu in his heart, the emperor patted Wen Ying's shoulder vigorously: "From today on, you will follow the court to listen to the government. You are now a prince, and you are not too young. Think about it carefully, choose a good marriage for you, start a family as soon as possible, and move out of the palace to start a mansion after the big wedding."

The emperor was not very upset when he said it. Several of his other sons who had reached the age of sixteen were married, and there were even two children in the East Palace. Being alone, he must choose the best marriage for his son to make up for him.

Wen Ying didn't say much, but thanked him.

After leaving Xingqing Palace, he went to Fengyi Palace again.

For the past half month, he would go to Fengyi Palace every day to pay his respects to Mrs. Shen. Mrs. Shen was also grounded and treated him indifferently. Presumably he ignored the people sent by Fengyi Palace. However, she valued the person given by the Queen Mother more, which made Shen Shi angry and refused to talk to him.

Ben was also a son who was picked up halfway, where did the mother-child relationship come from, if he couldn't face himself, such a son would not exist in Shen's eyes.

Knowing what Shen Shi was angry about, Wen Ying didn't explain to her, and just finished what was supposed to be done every day, so that no one could make mistakes.

He didn't talk speculatively for half a sentence, and didn't stay in Fengyi Palace for too long, so Wen Ying quit after inviting An Wenying.

Ling Qining came out, called him, and asked hesitantly: "Big brother, is the original big brother still alive? When I went to Ningshou Palace yesterday to pay my respects, I seemed to see him, but grandma refused to say, did you die before?" Said he wasn't going to die, you know?"

Wen Ying's eyes sank, and he replied: "If you know it, just pretend you don't know it, and don't ask any more questions in the future."

The child was stunned for a moment, then understood, nodded and said, "Okay."

Seeing that Wen Ying was about to leave, he asked him awkwardly: "Brother, you promised me to teach me how to play polo before, is it still counting now? I have learned from others in the past few years, but I think they must You are not as good as big brother."

That was all back then, and Wen Ying replied warmly: "It counts, when the weather gets warmer, you come to Yong'an Palace to find me."

The child cheered, smiled, and thanked him.

evening.

Wen Ying went to Ningshou Palace to greet the Queen Mother.

The queen mother gave him a bunch of good things again, saying it was for his birthday, and Wen Ying thanked him and accepted them all.

The queen mother looked at his grandson who was becoming more and more restrained and calm, and felt very relieved: "Qixiao is a very good name. I heard that your fifth uncle chose it for you. From now on, you can call him this name...Pray for him, He will change his surname to Wen in the future. He proposed it on his own initiative. I have sent someone to help him with his household registration documents. If your adoptive father knows about it, he must be at ease."

Wen Ying's eyes moved slightly, and he asked the Queen Mother: "Grandmother, can I go and see him?"

The Empress Dowager showed hesitation. What Ling Qiyan said in Zhaohui Hall that day was still vivid in her ears. These days, she just subconsciously didn't think about it.

"...you and Qiyan, what kind of relationship do you really have?" Unable to hold back, the Queen Mother looked at Wen Ying and asked.

Wen Ying nodded indifferently: "It's true."

The queen mother didn't know what to say for a while, so she sighed for a long time: "You are all young and ignorant, just kidding around. In the future, when you get married and marry the princess, he will also marry a wife and have children. Don't mention this matter again. Forget it."

Wen Ying closed her eyes and didn't answer any more.

In the side hall, Ling Qiyan was having dinner, when he heard footsteps, he raised his eyelids to take a look, continued to eat, and asked someone to serve him wine.

Wen Ying sat down at the table, and someone brought him the dishes immediately. He picked up the flagon in Ling Qiyan's hand and filled himself a glass.

Ling Qiyan said with disgust: "You came to Ningshou Palace, why don't you accompany the Queen Mother to have dinner, I specially gave you the opportunity."

Wen Ying poured the wine into his mouth, stared into his eyes, and asked, "Why didn't you listen to the queen mother and choose the surname Wen?"

Ling Qiyan snorted softly: "My surname should be Wen. It's good to be a member of the Empress Dowager's family, but I'm ashamed."

"Are you going to be embarrassed?"

Listening to Wen Ying's expressionless words of running on him, Ling Qiyan's face darkened for a moment, and he didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he snatched back the jug and continued to pour wine.

Of course he would be embarrassed, the queen mother has treated him well enough, no matter how thick-skinned and heartless he is, he can no longer take advantage of this and cause trouble to the queen mother's family.

Wen Ying's gaze moved down and landed on his right thumb, where he wore a white jade finger ring.

Thinking of those unpleasant past events, Wen Ying's complexion became even colder.

Noticing his gaze, Ling Qiyan frowned displeasedly: "This was given to me by the queen mother later, don't try to steal it, what the queen mother gave me is mine, and I will not give it to you again."

"How many fingers has His Royal Highness Yu Wang given to others?"

Upon hearing these four words, Ling Qiyan knew that he was mocking himself again, and became more and more unhappy: "Anyway, I won't give this to you, you want to ask the queen mother for it yourself."

Wen Ying signaled with a look, all the servants in the palace retreated, Ling Qiyan sneered and said: "It's really different to be a prince and a prince. Look at these people, it's clear that the Queen Mother sent me to serve me. You haven't done that yet?" Open your mouth, and you will be obedient."

Wen Ying ignored him, stopped looking at the finger wrench in his hand, and silently poured another glass of wine into his mouth.

Ling Qiyan was still talking to himself, and his tone was unavoidably sour: "I heard that the title given to you by the emperor is '旒'? He really values ​​you, so he should really want you to be the prince, right? Tsk."

"I used to think that you would be so promising. If you really won six yuan in a row, the emperor might crown you with his own hands. In the end, although you didn't become the champion, you became the prince. Isn't your crowning ceremony very lively?"

"That bastard Ling Qiyu must be furious, and those officials will definitely mutter when they go back, you will not be able to live a peaceful life in the future, but you are like this, you are not willing to be a prince, this is exactly what you want. "

Wen Ying asked him suddenly: "Are you planning to go to Jiangnan?"

Ling Qiyan choked, and swallowed more words: "...what does it have to do with you?"

Wen Ying looked at him with some unclear emotions, Ling Qiyan couldn't help but his heart beat like a drum: "What do you want to do?"

After a moment of relative silence, Wen Ying averted his eyes and ordered two bowls of Changshou noodles, and he and Ling Qiyan each had a bowl.

Ling Qiyan didn't really want to eat it, Wen Ying said calmly: "When my father was still there, every birthday, he would cook a bowl of longevity noodles for me with his own hands."

Ling Qiyan lowered his head and silently picked up the chopsticks.

Later, he drank a lot of wine, and after drinking high, he held the jug and stuck it in front of Wen Ying, nagging and talking nonsense with him.

"Poor scholar, why do you hate me so much? I hated you before, and now I hate you even more. I have nothing left. I blame you and blame you."

"You must be very proud. If you don't say anything, you must be laughing at me in your heart. The things I said to you in the past to mock your background are all retribution on myself now."

"...Fortunately, I'm leaving here soon. We won't meet again in the future. If I don't meet you, I won't be so unlucky. You are my nemesis."

Ling Qiyan's face was flushed, his drunken eyes were hazy, and his peach blossom eyes sparkled with water. Wen Ying looked at him silently, raised his hand, and gently squeezed the back of his neck.

The jug in Ling Qiyan's hand fell to the ground, and he limply lay on his lap, muttering in a daze: "Poor scholar, I have a headache..."

Wen Ying picked him up with one hand and carried him to the couch.

Ling Qiyan clung to him dishonestly, Wen Ying restrained him, pressed him on the couch, looked at him with dark eyes full of gloomyness, the drunk Ling Qiyan didn't notice half of it, still Complain endlessly with him.

"Are you also thinking about me? Let me tell you, don't even think about it. Although you look better than others, I won't follow. I hate you..."

Rubbing his moist red lips with her fingertips, Wen Ying silently stared at the person below her.

Water came out of the corners of Ling Qiyan's eyes: "You just want to humiliate me..."

Wen Ying's eyes darkened, she lowered her head, and grabbed his lips fiercely.