Wen Xiangyanyu

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Ying boarded the carriage and headed for Jizhou surrounded by the mighty prince's guard of honor.

Ling Qiyan sat in the car arranged for him by the Queen Mother, and followed the guard of honor in a low-key manner. As soon as he left Shangjing, Wen Ying sent someone over to "invite" him to the front.

Ling Qiyan didn't want to answer, the eunuch lowered his eyebrows and said softly: "Your Highness said, if you refuse to go, he will come and arrest you himself, please think again."

Outrageous!

Ling Qiyan was immediately annoyed: "No!"

"Please think twice."

The eunuch refused to leave, Ling Qiyan's eyeballs rolled quickly, since that lunatic Wen Ying said so, he would definitely do it,... Forget it, he's ashamed and he wants to.

So I had to get out of the car and go to the front.

Wen Ying was resting in the car with his eyes closed. Ling Qiyan ignored him when he got in the car.

After eating snacks and drinking a cup of tea, seeing that Wen Ying was still as motionless as a mountain, Ling Qiyan felt bored again, yawned, rested his chin lazily on one hand, and stared at Wen Ying's face.

The light and shadow carved by the window fell on Wen Ying's face, making him more handsome and extraordinary, with a face like a crown of jade. Ling Qiyan couldn't help but recall the expression on this face when this man kissed him last night. It's a pity that he I was so angry at the time that I didn't even see it clearly.

Gee.

Ling Qiyan was thinking about things casually, and his mind became more and more wandering. Wen Ying suddenly opened his eyes, and his thick black eyes looked at him without blinking.

Ling Qiyan was taken aback.

As if being caught, Ling Qiyan was annoyed for a moment, and turned around, leaving him with a back.

Guangxian County is not far to the north of Shangjing City. After driving for a day, they arrived at the gate of the county town in the evening. Xiayao Village had to go north for half a day. They settled in the county town tonight.

The county magistrate and a group of officials had been waiting at the gate of the city for a long time, and led them into the city with a full face.

Staying in the official residence in the city, Wen Ying rejected the county magistrate's proposal to clean up the dust, and only ordered a table of light meals to be shared with Ling Qiyan.

After sitting in the car for a whole day, Ling Qiyan's complexion was pale and he couldn't get any energy up.

He was pampered and pampered since he was a child, and he has never traveled far. Such a whole day of driving is really exhausting. He didn't eat much at noon, and now he is even more hungry, tired and hungry.

Wen Ying raised his hand to touch his forehead, but he didn't feel hot, just tired.

Ling Qiyan didn't have the strength to wave him away, so he said angrily: "You tell me to hurry up, I'm hungry."

The end is straightforward and bossy.

Wen Ying didn't bother with him, and first ordered some local pickles to appetize him.

Looking at the unsightly pickles, Ling Qiyan was a little disgusted, and seeing Wen Ying eating it calmly, he hesitated to raise his chopsticks.

I picked up a chopstick and put it into my mouth, and chewed it again. In fact, the taste was not bad, hot and sour, and very appetizing.

"It's too salty, it's okay to taste it once in a while, you used to like to eat this?"

"Only eat this, together with miscellaneous grains and steamed buns. Most ordinary people here live like this." Wen Ying said calmly.

Ling Qiyan fell silent for a moment.

Wen Ying poured him a glass of warm water and said nothing more.

Although his adoptive father is a hunter, he is not rich. There are always several months in winter when it is difficult to find prey in the mountains and plains. In other seasons, most of the hunted things are sent to this county town to sell, and the money is saved for him to study. Their father and son It's good for the two of them to be able to eat meat two or three times a month, and fresh vegetables are only available in spring and summer. When the weather is cold, they can only eat pickled vegetables.

He studied early. He was taught by Mr. Zhao, who lived in Xiayao Village in seclusion at the age of five. When he was ten, his adoptive father died at the hands of a blind bear in the mountains. He was a scholar in the first examination and entered the county school, so life was a little easier.

He could have participated in the township examination early, but the county school teacher saw that he was young and unstable, and was afraid that he would hurt Zhongyong, so he deliberately suppressed him so that he did not let him end prematurely. When he was 16 years old, he was recommended to Jizhou. Xuezheng, and then recommended by Jizhou Xuezheng to study in Guozijian.

Such a day, if Ling Qiyan had been here, I'm afraid it would not last a day.

Ling Qiyan suddenly felt a little tasteless, and he could only eat pickled vegetables and steamed buns with miscellaneous grains, which he could not imagine. Even if their identities were switched now, the Queen Mother had already arranged for him the rest of his life, and he could still Live a prosperous life.

But all of this was not what he deserved.

All the meals on the table were served, Wen Ying filled a bowl of hot soup and put it in front of him: "Let's drink the soup first."

Ling Qiyan lowered his head, inexplicably feeling a guilty conscience of short-sightedness, and then got angry again. This person is so narrow-minded, he must have deliberately said this in front of him, so as to remind him of what kind of life he should have lived.

So he didn't want to talk to Wen Ying anymore, and he didn't dare to drink, so he finished his meal in silence, got up and went back to his room to rest.

Wen Ying stood by the window and watched him walk into the west wing.

The door of the room was closed, the candles in the room were lit, and Ling Qiyan's figure was reflected on the window paper, which was blurry.

Outside the corridor, spring rain fell patteringly, along the eaves of the corridor, dripping on the bluestone slabs under the corridor, like weeping and complaining.

Wen Ying watched silently for a moment, then lightly closed his eyes.

In the middle of the night, Ling Qiyan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The bed boards in this mansion were too hard, making him uncomfortable all over, and the intermittent rain outside made him even more upset.

It seemed that there was an evil fire hidden in his heart, and he couldn't find an outlet to vent his rampage. Ling Qiyan sat up and shouted: "Come on!"

After waiting for a while, the door opened with a creak, and the footsteps of the person who came in stopped outside the screen, neither moving forward nor making a sound.

Ling Qiyan frowned, and just about to say something, his heart trembled: "Who?"

Still no one answered, the lamp on the candlestick was lit, and through the dim light of the fire, Ling Qiyan could clearly see the tall figure reflected on the screen, and subconsciously gathered his coat: "You, what are you doing here? "

"...His Royal Highness Yu Wang, do you remember? When His Royal Highness called me to the bedroom, he only lit a lamp outside and asked me to take off my clothes one by one."

Wen Ying said quietly, fiddled with the wick on the candlestick casually.

When he suddenly mentioned the events of the past, Ling Qiyan became even more uneasy, and annoyed: "It happened so many years ago, you still remember it... Besides, you are the one who took advantage."

"You're right, His Royal Highness King Yu's favor is really ecstatic." Wen Ying's voice became deeper and deeper, as if he was raving.

Ling Qiyan choked.

After being silent for a while, Wen Ying put down the scissors and walked slowly into the screen. Ling Qiyan couldn't help shrinking back into the bed, staring at him guardedly.

Wen Ying didn't approach, leaned against the screen, and stared at Ling Qiyan's angry face with the little light outside, silently sizing up.

After a moment of stalemate, Ling Qiyan couldn't stand his sullen appearance that was becoming more and more like that dog Ling Qiyu, and asked coldly: "What exactly do you want to do? Why do you bring this up so well? Do you think I humiliated you back then? Killed you? Do you have to take revenge now?"

Wen Ying reminded him softly: "Your Highness forgot again. I said it back then, and I never felt that this was a shame."

"...Then why are you doing this to me?"

Wen Ying's pupils were darker than the boundless night. Looking at him, he whispered: "The day I left Shangjing three years ago, the prince sent someone to intercept and kill me on the mountain road. After a fierce battle, I killed them." Fighting back, my arm was wounded by a sword."

"Three months after I went to Songluguan, I went to the battlefield for the first time. At that time, I was only the lowest-ranking flag in the army. There were ten people under my command. Our team was assigned to the forward camp. I carried iron Before the gun rushed into battle, I fought with people, beheaded nine, and seriously injured more than ten, four of my ten men died, and I was also cut on my shoulder."

"After that battle, I was exceptionally raised to the general banner, with fifty soldiers under my command. In every subsequent battle, I volunteered to lead my soldiers and horses to the front, and stepped into the gate of hell several times. Numerous large and small scars were left on his body."

"More than a year ago, I was lucky enough to shoot and kill King Khan of the Assassins on the battlefield. I was promoted to the fifth-rank defense and was appreciated by General Lin Su. Later, I had the opportunity to be taken to see King Jing by him."

"In Prince Jing's mansion, I was stabbed by Concubine Chong of King Khan of the Khan who sneaked into the mansion in disguise, and asked Prince Jing to see the birthmark on my body, and that's when he recognized me."

"If there is no such exchange of identities, I am just a hunter from that small mountain village. This time, with the return of General Lin, I may be able to be promoted to a higher level, or I may not be able to. The prince has always hated me, so I think it will not be easy. Let me go up, I don't know how many years it will take before I can really walk in front of His Highness and let His Highness see me in his eyes."

Wen Ying's voice was extremely low and deep, seemingly calm, and seemed to be trying to suppress something, all the while staring into Ling Qiyan's eyes.

Ling Qiyan was stunned and speechless.

He didn't expect Wen Ying to talk to him about this, let alone how he had lived these years.

He knew that it was not easy to make a living on the battlefield, but he didn't know that it would be so difficult, let alone that Wen Ying said that he did all this for him.

In order to really walk in front of him, in order to be seen into his eyes.

But why?

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Ling Qiyan subconsciously avoided his gaze, and said depressedly, "Just because I drove you away and underestimated you before, you have to be so stubborn, you must be here Am I here to win or lose? Then I admit that you are very powerful and capable, but I see people as inferior with my dog's eyes, so I apologize to you, isn't that enough?"

"You think that's what I'm here for?"

Obviously aware that the sullenness hidden in Wen Ying's words was even worse, and it was almost completely uncontrollable, Ling Qiyan became more and more embarrassing: "... Am I wrong?"

Wen Ying fixedly looked at him, wondering what he was thinking.

Ling Qiyan couldn't help but flustered, Wen Ying approached step by step, and stopped in front of the bed.

"you……"

Before Ling Qiyan could speak, Wen Ying suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him up from the bed.

Ling Qiyan turned pale with shock, stretched out his foot and kicked: "What are you doing! Let me go!"

Wen Ying ignored him, pinched him hard, and carried him on his shoulders.

Being carried back to the main room and thrown on the bed, Ling Qiyan crawled into the bed in a panic, but Wen Ying grabbed one arm and dragged him back.

Under Wen Ying's tall body, seeing the crazy look in his eyes, Ling Qiyan finally felt timid and lost his momentum: "...you let me go, you have something to say."

Wen Ying propped his hands on both sides of his body, staring at him condescendingly, like a bird of prey staring at its prey, thinking about where to bite first.

"If you dare to touch me, I'll tell the Queen Mother when I get back." Ling Qiyan threatened without confidence. He could feel that this bastard didn't care at all, and he wasn't afraid of what the Queen Mother would think.

He should have discovered it long ago. This man has always been bold. When he was nothing before, he dared to kill the servant's son, and dared to take advantage of him while he was drunk. There is nothing in this world that he dare not do. It just depends on whether he wants to or not. Just do it.

Seeing that his threat didn't work, this person was completely indifferent, so Ling Qiyan could only soften his voice again: "Can't we talk about things if we have something to say? Don't always move your hands..."

Wen Ying's body was pressed even closer, and hearing his heavy breathing that he was trying to suppress, Ling Qiyan raised his hand and poked his fingers on his shoulder, trying to separate him a bit: "Then you say it yourself, let me see you." What does it mean to be in the eyes? You are so capable, and you are so good-looking, and I am not blind, how can I not see it?"

"Do you really not understand or are you pretending to be stupid?" Wen Ying finally spoke, with a hoarse voice and thorns in his words.

Ling Qiyan was startled, and turned his eyes guiltily.

Wen Ying clamped his chin with his hands, turned his face back, lowered his head, and kissed him fiercely.

Ling Qiyan didn't struggle anymore, staring helplessly at the vicious and eager face when he kissed her, until her lips and tongue were bitten painfully, and then she turned her face sideways to avoid it again.

Wen Ying pressed against his ear and panted, Ling Qiyan closed his eyes and lowered his voice: "You're done kissing, get up."

Wen Ying clenched his fists tightly, with bulging veins on the back of his hands.

……not the right time yet.

He finally backed away from Ling Qiyan, and as soon as he sat up, Ling Qiyan kicked him hard.

Wen Ying endured his blow and did not move.

Ling Qiyan propped himself up, retracted his feet, and moved into the bed, away from him: "You said before that you went to join the army and climbed desperately because of me?"

Wen Ying didn't answer, watching his eyes move slightly.

"...I don't want to get married, and deliberately spread those rumors to ruin my reputation. Could it be because of me?"

Wen Ying remained silent, but his eyes told Ling Qiyan that it was true.

Ling Qiyan really didn't know what to say for a while, she just thought it was weird, just for such a worthless person like him, risking his life to fight for his future and refuse to get married, is it worth it?

"Where did you fall in love with me? Just because I'm good-looking?"

Before Wen Ying could say anything, Ling Qiyan sighed again: "I understand that you want to get into bed with a good-looking person. You are also good-looking. I always wanted you to be my guest of honor before, isn't it just You look good, but you will get tired of looking at a beautiful face for a long time. After ten or twenty years, even the most beautiful beauties will age and fade. Refuse to get married, or even die?"

"What does it matter to you whether I get married or not?" Wen Ying asked him with suppressed anger.

"You see you're angry again," Ling Qiyan was very helpless, "You're just too small-minded, can't you speak up when you have something to say? Why do you always put on a coffin face to make people hate you?"

"Whether you get married or not has nothing to do with me, but if you make up my mind, it has something to do with me. To be honest, I quite like you."

Ling Qiyan stared at Wen Ying's face, thinking that the beauty is indeed a beauty, even if this expression is really unpleasant, this face still makes people's heart pounding: "I'm actually quite happy to accompany you." You did that kind of thing, even if I was the one who was taken advantage of."

"But you can't always be angry with me, let alone bully me."

"And I will never be your pet, even if I am nothing now, don't even think about it."

Wen Ying lowered his face: "Are you willing to let others take advantage of you as long as you like it?"

Ling Qiyan choked, annoyed: "What are you talking about! Anyway, I used to be a prince, how could someone take advantage of me casually? Obviously you are the only one who has messed with me, and you are still so fierce to me!"

Wen Ying grabbed him in front of him violently, stared into his eyes, and gritted out a voice between his teeth: "Do you think this is what I pictured?"

"Then why not? Could it be that you really want to be husband and wife with me?"

After finishing speaking, Ling Qiyan was stunned for a while, seeing Wen Ying's indescribable gaze, he couldn't say a word.

"...Are you joking?"

After a deathly silence, Ling Qiyan asked with difficulty: "Are you really out of your mind?"

"You don't want to be emperor anymore?"

"What's wrong with you?!"

There was an inexplicable panic in his heart, even he himself couldn't explain why, Ling Qiyan subconsciously escaped, shrunk down, pulled up the quilt and turned his back, rolled himself into the quilt, and didn't want to tell Wen Ying anymore.

Until the lamp on the candlestick was extinguished, there was no more light in the room, and the person behind him never made a sound, and remained silent all the time.

At first she was worried, but she couldn't hold it anymore, Ling Qiyan's eyelids drooped, she slowly closed her eyes, and just fell into a deep sleep on the bed in Wen Ying's room.

Before falling asleep, the only thing he could think of in his daze was that this person really was an out-and-out lunatic.