Wen Xiangyanyu

On the way back, Wen Ying called his younger brother named Daniu into the car, pointed to Ling Qiyan and told him, "You must listen to him when you call him brother from now on."

Daniu nodded again and again, not at all timid, and shouted angrily at Ling Qiyan: "Brother!"

Ling Qiyan: "..."

Before Ling Qiyan could say anything, Wen Ying reminded Daniel again: "From today onwards, your name will be Wen Qing. After returning to Beijing, I will hand you over to a guard surnamed Zheng, and he will go with me." Northwest, you vote under his command, follow him to learn skills, the military discipline is strict, even though you are my brother, you have to abide by the rules, Zheng Shoubing will treat you and others equally, you follow him to practice hard, and you will be there in the future opportunity to perform."

Daniel, who should be called Wen Qing now, responded very obediently, and said with a simple smile: "Whatever the prince says, I will listen to the prince, and I will definitely make him look good."

Wen Ying nodded.

After Wen Qing retreated, Ling Qiyan casually reminded Wen Ying: "He followed you to the northwest, and I'm going to the south of the Yangtze River soon, what's the use of asking him to tell my brother to listen to me?"

Wen Ying glanced at him lightly, didn't answer, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Ling Qiyan looked puzzled, ... what do you mean?

After returning to Guang County, Ling Qiyan stayed here for another night. As soon as Ling Qiyan finished his dinner, he hid in his room, locked the doors and windows, and was frightened for half the night. Couldn't hold back and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Ling Qiyan woke up refreshed, and Wen Ying had already left the house to visit the county school teacher and the old general who had retired here and taught him a lot of martial arts skills.

Ling Qiyan absentmindedly ate his breakfast, thinking that that kid Wen Ying is worthy of being a born dragon son and grandson, even if he is transferred, he still has noble people to help him wherever he goes, and he can escape several times on the battlefield , Repeatedly made extraordinary achievements, if it were him, I'm afraid he would have died thousands of times earlier.

After the time passed, Wen Ying came back, and the prince set off to return to Beijing with honor guards.

In the next few days, Ling Qiyan still lived in Ningshou Palace, and the luggage for going south was finally packed.

The night before he left, Ling Qiyan had the last dinner with the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother was tearful, and she held his hand and refused to let go.

Ling Qiyan didn't know what to say, as if no amount of pretending to comfort her was superfluous, she could only silently wipe away her tears until the Queen Mother finally fell asleep from crying.

Ling Qiyan walked out of the main hall and stood under the porch, staring blankly at the rainy spring day and night in the courtyard outside, various complicated emotions surged in his heart, and then gradually returned to calm.

He raised his eyes and saw the slender figure of the man holding an umbrella step by step into the courtyard, the handsome and cold face under the umbrella approaching, they looked at each other silently across half of the courtyard, the vast rain and fog.

After a long time, Ling Qiyan came back from a trance, parted his mouth and forced a smile: "You are here."

In the side hall, palace lanterns flickered and candles filled the hall.

The table was full of wine and dishes. Ling Qiyan sat cross-legged on the couch, dangling the wine glass in his hand, looking at the swaying wine, and slightly curled the corners of his lips: "I didn't expect to drink this wine once before I left. No regrets."

Putting his head on one hand, Ling Qiyan looked at Wen Ying who was sitting opposite him with a smile: "Can't you really give me two jars of this wine?"

"No more," Wen Ying said calmly, "the last half jar will be gone after drinking it."

"……I do not believe."

It was obvious that she was reluctant to send him off.

Wen Ying filled another glass of wine for him and asked, "What are your plans when you go to Jiangnan?"

"I haven't thought about it, let's go and have a look."

Ling Qiyan replied casually, it doesn't matter where you live, when you go to Jiangnan, you are free and unrestrained, life will never be more sad than it is now.

"When you become emperor one day, I'll come back to the capital to have a look. It would be even better if the queen mother is still there at that time... You won't let me come back, right?"

After two glasses of wine, Ling Qiyan's face was already blushing, and he looked at Wen Ying longingly with his peach blossom eyes.

"Whatever you want." Wen Ying threw out these three words and picked up a chopstick for him.

Ling Qiyan breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled again: "I knew you were a good person, although sometimes you are a little fierce and narrow-minded."

"Am I a good person?" Wen Ying raised his eyes and fixedly looked at him.

"Of course it is," Ling Qiyan slapped the table, "If you were not a good person, I would have died without a place to bury me. We were transferred. After all, I did take advantage of you, and you didn't." Comparing with me, just focus on this, you are a good person."

Ling Qiyan laughed again as he spoke: "Even if I owe you once, if you are unlucky in the future and don't win Ling Qiyu's bastard, you will flee to the south, and I will definitely not reject you." outside the door."

Wen Ying reminded him in a deep voice: "If there is a day, if you do this, you will only get yourself killed."

Ling Qiyan waved his hand nonchalantly, and said with a big tongue: "There is nothing terrible about death. If you die, you will die. With a beauty like you as your company, you will be a ghost after death."

"There won't be that day." Wen Ying's expression was calm, with [-]% confidence in his calmness.

Ling Qiyan nodded indiscriminately: "That's right, you are so capable, how can you not win, that position will be yours sooner or later, and I will follow suit on that day, even His Majesty the Emperor used to be my guest of honor. People boast that they have capital."

"It's a pity that I didn't know Taishan at the time, so I drove you away. Otherwise, I would be your Bole. If you become the emperor in the future, will you still have to confer a title on me?"

"Well, forget it, it seems that I said this as if I wanted to ask you for favors. I originally took your place. If I were you, I would definitely wish I could tear up the fakes that occupy the magpie's nest. Actually You are not that small-minded, at least you are better than me."

After babbling, Ling Qiyan lowered his head, his mood seemed to be a little lower, and he ate in silence.

Wen Ying poured him another glass of wine, he picked up the glass, raised his head and stuffed it into his mouth.

After drinking, Ling Qiyan raised his hand and wiped his face vigorously, his voice was even lower: "...I tell you what to do, but there is no one else who can say it except you. Will I be suffocated to death if I go to Jiangnan? Huh? The queen mother said that those grand-nephews from her natal family can play with me, so what fun do I have with them, maybe I can't understand what they say. "

"If you don't want to go, don't go."

Wen Ying popped out this sentence suddenly, Ling Qiyan was taken aback, and quickly shook his head: "Who said I don't want to go, it's even more boring to stay here in Beijing and be a dead person."

Wen Ying's eyes darkened, and he looked at him without blinking.

Ling Qiyan was stared at him uncomfortably, remembering what this man said that night in the mansion in Guang County, his face burned even redder, he looked away, and said vaguely: "Don't be stubborn, you want to be the emperor Hurry up and get married and have children, there are two grandsons in the East Palace, and you don’t even have a daughter-in-law, so what are you going to use to compete with that bastard.”

Having said that, Ling Qiyan was inexplicably awkward, imagining the scene where Wen Ying's wives and concubines would be in groups and children everywhere... He suddenly didn't want to come back to Beijing for a visit.

It's impossible to say that at that time, he himself was still the lone star of Tiansha. The more Ling Qiyan thought about it, the more sour he became, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"I don't need to rely on these." Wen Ying's voice was cold and hard, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

Ling Qiyan clicked his tongue, and if he didn't say it, he wouldn't say it, and he didn't want to say it again, it was boring.

After drinking one glass after another, Ling Qiyan lay down on the couch drunkenly, muttering that he wanted to continue drinking, and started talking nonsense again.

"Poor scholar, son of a bitch, your baby name is so funny, no one will call you that in the future, at most I will call you behind my back when I think of it, you can't hear it anyway, I won't tell others of."

"If I have a son in the future, I'll name him Goudan. It's a cheap name and easy to raise. It would be great if he can be as successful as you."

"But if you become the emperor, can I name my son the same name as you? Do you need to avoid it? Haha, ha..."

Before laughing enough, in a daze, he realized that Wen Ying's tall body was covering him, Ling Qiyan's heart trembled, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face, and turned around to avoid it.

"...I'm talking nonsense, don't be angry."

Wen Ying looked at him coldly: "Do you still want to have a son?"

"Why can't I have a son?" Ling Qiyan said angrily, "The Empress Dowager has already said that when I go to Jiangnan, I will ask my uncle to arrange a marriage for me. Maybe I will have a son next year."

Why did the old monk say that he was the lone star of Tiansha?

Wen Ying stretched out his hand and squeezed him hard. Ling Qiyan gasped, and his face flushed instantly: "You——!"

Wen Ying looked back calmly, Ling Qiyan was about to blurt out the curse words in his stomach, but then forced himself to hold back.

Wen Ying's lips were already close to his ear, and he asked him in a dangerous voice: "His Royal Highness Yu Wang knows that people will take advantage of him when he is drunk, and yet invite me into the palace to drink, what's the point?"

"...I didn't," Ling Qiyan closed his eyes, arguing nonchalantly, "I just want to find someone to drink with me, I have no other intentions, you are full of dirty thoughts."

"You are not allowed to touch me. Last time you broke the flesh of my leg and it hurt for several days."

"I'm leaving tomorrow, you are not allowed to touch me again."

Wen Ying pressed his hand hard, forced him to look at him, and reminded in a cold voice: "If you want to refuse, you still welcome is the usual method of inviting pets, and if you don't want to be a pet, don't learn this."

Ling Qiyan's blood surged instantly, and his eyes turned red: "You are not allowed to humiliate me! I don't have one, it's all your own imagination, I just want to drink, get out!"

He stretched out his foot to kick Wen Ying, but Wen Ying pressed his knee on his leg again, making him unable to move.

The alcohol-smelling kiss fell, Ling Qiyan turned his head and tried to avoid it, but he couldn't avoid it, his lips were bitten, and the other party's hot lips and tongue pressed against him.

Unable to struggle, Ling Qiyan simply gave up, closed his eyes not to look at him, and kissed him casually.

In the end, Wen Ying whispered in his ear, "You won't resist now?"

Ling Qiyan, who was half sober, sneered: "Is it useful to resist? Anyway, this is Ningshou Palace, you don't dare to be serious. I will leave tomorrow morning, what can you do to me?"

He just thought it was bitten by a dog, anyway, it won't happen again.

Wen Ying's pupils narrowed slightly, a finger brushed his cheek, and slowly rubbed it, the coldness that made Ling Qiyan feel uncomfortable emerged in his eyes again, as if he was angry, but also seemed to be angry with Ling Qiyan. He didn't take this seriously at all.

After a moment of silence, Ling Qiyan turned his face away again: "Get up."

Wen Ying stared at the person under him without moving, and a voice in his head kept reminding him that this person cannot escape, so there is no need to rush for a while.

After a while, he let go of Ling Qiyan, got up and walked out of the hall, and stood on the porch watching the rain.

Ling Qiyan leaned on the couch and narrowed her eyes to look at him, feeling that his back was too lonely.

He is now a high and mighty prince, but the gloomy aura of not getting close to others seems to be stronger than before.

really...

Ling Qiyan's thoughts turned around, and she went down to the ground.

"What are you standing here for? It's raining so hard, what's there to see?"

Wen Ying's eyes turned around, his eyelashes seemed to be covered with raindrops, the hazy rain and mist eased the expression in his eyes, seeing that the coldness was no longer so confusing, Ling Qiyan blinked: "Aren't you going back?"

"When will we meet next time?"

Wen Ying looked at him and asked, with emotions in his eyes that Ling Qiyan couldn't understand.

Ling Qiyan subconsciously moved his eyes away: "I've said it all, when you become the emperor, I'll come back to see the queen mother,...by the way, let's see you."

"What if the Queen Mother is gone? Is there any reason for you to come back here in the capital?"

After hesitating for a moment, Ling Qiyan said in a muffled voice: "Then I also have to go to Guang County to pay homage to my father, and I will always come back. To go to Guang County, I have to pass through Shangjing."

"I haven't seen my father for 20 years, you will come back specially for him?"

Ling Qiyan frowned, and became angry again: "What do you mean? Am I such a heartless person?"

"Aren't you?" Wen Ying asked him calmly.

Ling Qiyan choked and was speechless.

Wen Ying changed the topic: "Do you still drink wine? There is still some left."

Ling Qiyan smacked his lips and nodded: "...drink."

Sitting back on the couch again, the last bit of wine was shared with each other. Ling Qiyan was a little reluctant to drink, and asked Wen Ying, "Is there really no more in your place?"

"Nothing."

Ling Qiyan hesitated and said: "If you go to the northwest, you can definitely get this bar. Can you send someone to send me some to Jiangnan? I can buy it from you with money."

Wen Ying reminded him expressionlessly: "I went to the northwest to lead the army."

"Now that there is no war, don't you want to live in the northwest? Besides, didn't you bring the wine back after the war? You just don't want to give me wine. Forget it, Jiangnan will definitely find it. I will buy from the merchants who go to do business outside the Great Wall." Ling Qiyan said angrily, her slightly red eyes drooped after drinking, and she felt a little wronged.

"If you want to drink, come with me."

Ling Qiyan was stunned.

Wen Ying looked into his eyes: "You don't have to worry about sending it back and forth, you can go to the Northwest with me, and you can drink as much as you want."

Ling Qiyan fell silent for a moment.

...to the Northwest?

He doesn't want it.

Don't go to the prosperous Jiangnan, and go to the northwest to eat sand with this lunatic who clearly has plans for him, unless he is also crazy.

Ling Qiyan laughed with embarrassment: "You go to the northwest to lead the army, what can I do with you, hold you back? Or not."

Wen Ying didn't say any more, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

The last drop of wine was gone, Ling Qiyan was still not satisfied, so he asked someone to serve another wine, and dragged Wen Ying to continue drinking with him.

Wen Ying asked him in a cold voice: "You drink so much, do you want to get up tomorrow? Do you want to be carried away tomorrow?"

"Do you tube."

Ling Qiyan put the wine into his mouth and insisted on drinking it.

At midnight, Ling Qiyan, who was completely drunk, lay in Wen Ying's arms, clutching his sleeve with one hand, and fell into a deep sleep.

Wen Ying hugged him quietly, listening to the continuous sound of rain outside, and remained still for a long time.

In his sleep, Ling Qiyan closed his eyes and muttered vaguely: "Poor scholar, never see you again..."

Wen Ying tightened his arms.

He carried him to the bed, helped him take off his outer shirt, shoes and socks, and ordered the palace servants to bring hot water to wipe his face. Wen Ying helped Ling Qiyan tuck the quilt, and finally sat by the bed for a while, got up and left.

Coming out of Ningshou Palace, it was raining cats and dogs outside, Wen Ying got into the sedan chair, and the guard standing beside him whispered to him that everything had been arranged.

Wen Ying didn't ask any more questions, but responded lightly and closed his eyes lightly.