Wen Xiangyanyu

Early the next morning.

After breakfast, Wen Ying gave the order to set off, and walked another five miles from the post station. The soldiers and horses turned to a road to the northwest that was completely different from the one Ling Qiyan took yesterday.

Ling Qiyan's hands were tied with thick hemp rope, tied behind Wen Ying's car, and dragged forward.

Wen Qing rode over here on horseback. He had been with Zheng Mu for a while. He was able to ride a horse and use a sword.

"Brother, why don't you give in to the lord? It's not the same if you go to the south of the Yangtze River or the northwest. They're all here....The lord is also doing it for your own good."

Ling Qiyan sneered and ignored him.

Wen Qing couldn't help it, so he rode his horse to the front of the car again, pleading for Ling Qiyan in a low voice.

Wen Ying pushed open the window and glanced back indifferently.

After waking up early, Ling Qiyan kept throwing temper tantrums, refusing to have breakfast, refusing to move, refusing to speak, no matter how hard Jiang Lin and the others begged, he remained indifferent.

Wen Ying came over later, looked at him in silence for a moment, and directly ordered someone to tie his hands and tie him behind the car and drag him away.

It took only two quarters of an hour to get on the road.

Ling Qiyan staggered and fell to the ground in a daze, unable to get up again.

The wheels in motion stopped abruptly.

Wen Ying got off the car, approached, stopped in front of Ling Qiyan, and looked down at him.

Ling Qiyan only saw a pair of black gold-threaded short boots standing in front of his eyes, and then saw the hem of the clothes embroidered with wishful floating cloud patterns, the corners of his mouth were pulled up with difficulty, without raising his head, he said in a hoarse voice: "You insist on humiliating me like this , might as well kill me."

"Get up." Wen Ying reminded him coldly.

Ling Qiyan sat on the ground in embarrassment, refusing to move.

Wen Ying reached out, grabbed his arm and squeezed it hard, pulling him up from the ground.

Ling Qiyan didn't struggle, just lowered his head and didn't look at him, Wen Ying raised his hand and stroked his face, and sure enough, it was water again.

"Don't cry." Wen Ying suppressed his voice and frowned impatiently.

Ling Qiyan kept silent and wept silently.

Wen Ying took a deep breath and suppressed his irritability: "Are you a girl? Do you cry every now and then?"

"...My hands hurt, and my feet hurt too. You bully me."

Ling Qiyan's voice was choked with sobs, as if he was extremely wronged.

Wen Ying looked at him silently, Ling Qiyan still lowered his head, and after a while, he said in a muffled voice: "I don't want to go."

Wen Ying drew out the sword at his waist and cut off the hemp rope that bound his hands. Sure enough, his wrists were flushed. Ling Qiyan rubbed his hands, swallowed back his tears, and let out a soft snort.

Wen Ying pulled him into his arms, bent down and hugged him horizontally.

Ling Qiyan didn't dare to move anymore, and let Wen Ying carry him into the car.

Sitting in the car, Wen Ying handed him a handkerchief: "Wipe away your tears."

His voice was low and seemed to contain anger.

Ling Qiyan recovered, probably feeling ashamed, so he wiped his face indiscriminately.

Wen Ying asked someone to bring two sets of clean clothes, and motioned to Ling Qiyan: "It's changed."

Ling Qiyan untied his belt slowly, and took off his dirty clothes. When he looked up, he saw Wen Ying also took off his outer shirt, and he was suddenly alert: "What are you doing?"

"You dirty my clothes, I have to change them too." Wen Ying said coldly.

Ling Qiyan was at a loss for words, quickly took his own and put it on, holding his breath in his heart, he is not a big girl, but he has to guard against this bastard like this, really...

Just after getting dressed, Ling Qiyan's stomach growled, and he lowered his head in embarrassment. He didn't have breakfast since he got up early, and he was really hungry right now.

Wen Ying didn't say anything, and asked someone to bring food and ointment.

Ling Qiyan ate, while Wen Ying took his hand and applied medicine to him. Ling Qiyan was not happy: "Don't apply it, there is no bleeding, it's no big deal."

Wen Ying raised his eyes coldly, glanced at him, lowered his head again, and continued to apply the medicine.

Ling Qiyan: "..."

Forget it, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, so he better not mess with this lunatic.

After applying the medicine on both hands and filling his stomach, Ling Qiyan finally felt much more comfortable. He leaned against the soft pillow in the car and complained, "My feet hurt too."

Wen Ying hugged his legs silently and rubbed his calf.

Ling Qiyan was taken aback, this guy is already a prince, why would he still serve him like this?

He wanted to pull out his legs uncomfortably, but was held down by Wen Ying: "Don't move."

Wen Ying's tone was full of impatience, and Ling Qiyan choked,...Sure enough, it's still different, this person is very fierce now.

Feeling comfortable being rubbed by Wen Ying, Ling Qiyan's mind became alive again. He made trouble and scolded him, but Wen Ying still insisted on taking him away. He could only choose to accept it so that he would suffer less, but He had to make things clear first.

"Yesterday's meeting with bandits was arranged by the queen and that dog Ling Qiyu, but your people must have made arrangements for their arrival so quickly. They may have followed me all the time, isn't there no bandits?" When it comes out, they will also rob me?"

"Yeah." Wen Ying admitted frankly.

He knows it!

Ling Qiyan endured his anger: "So this was your idea from the beginning. You want me to go to the northwest with you. If I don't agree, you will snatch me away?"

"What's wrong with going to the northwest?" Wen Ying didn't think much of it, "What can you do if you go to the south of the Yangtze River alone? Do you really think that the Empress Dowager's family can take care of you for the rest of your life?"

"Then what can I do if I go to the northwest with you? Can you take care of me for the rest of my life?" Ling Qiyan was annoyed.

Wen Ying's hand paused slightly, and he said two words in a deep voice: "Yes."

He can take care of him for a lifetime.

No matter what Ling Qiyan thinks, he has decided to tie this person by his side for the rest of his life.

Ling Qiyan was slightly startled, turned his eyes away, and muttered: "I don't need others to take care of me. I have hands and feet. I'm in my twenties, so I won't starve myself to death."

Wen Ying increased his strength and pinched his calf, Ling Qiyan frowned: "What are you doing?"

Wen Ying looked up at him: "Go to the northwest, you can do whatever you want, and I will give you whatever you want."

Ling Qiyan was uncomfortable being stared at by him. This person said the same thing yesterday. At that time, he was too angry and just wanted to fight with him. Now that he calmed down, he couldn't help but think more: "...I don't want anything else , I don't want to be your pet."

Wen Ying didn't answer, and looked at him with more meaning in his eyes.

Ling Qiyan couldn't help feeling a little uneasy: "If you want to humiliate me like this, I will die."

"will not."

"I don't need a pet."

"You don't need to do it."

Wen Ying seemed to be very serious, Ling Qiyan's heart moved slightly: "Really?"

"real."

Hearing this, Ling Qiyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, as long as this person doesn't make up his mind, he can bear it for the time being, just take one step at a time, why bother himself.

"You said it yourself, you can't take your word for it."

After saying this, Ling Qiyan completely relaxed. He didn't sleep well last night, and now he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. His legs were still on Wen Ying's body, leaning against the wall of the car, and soon fell asleep.

Wen Ying let go of his legs and took the dozing man into his arms.

Ling Qiyan moved subconsciously, and changed into a comfortable position in his arms. Wen Ying covered him with a blanket and gradually tightened his arms.

Listening to the even breathing in his ears, Wen Ying's brows that had been depressed all the time slowly relaxed, and his eyes gradually softened.

In the evening, they settled down at the next station.

Although he sat in the car for a whole day, he ate and slept well, and Ling Qiyan was very energetic. After getting off the car, he stretched and felt full of energy.

During dinner, Wen Ying asked someone to serve him wine. Ling Qiyan sniffed the wine glass and raised his eyes in doubt: "Didn't you say that the wine is gone?"

"You can drink what you want." Wen Ying said calmly, and brought him some food.

Ling Qiyan suddenly became angry again. He didn't have it before and now he has it. Before he tried to beg for this wine but failed, now he turned him on the road to the northwest and he was willing to take it out. Why is this man like this?

"Did you plan this trip long before you asked the emperor for permission to go to the northwest?"

Not caring about the ridicule in his words, Wen Ying continued to pour wine for him: "There is really only the last jar left, and we have to drink it after we go to the northwest."

If it weren't for the reluctance to waste this sip of wine, Ling Qiyan wished he could pour it directly on his face.

Fortunately, he used to think that although this bastard was incomprehensible, uninteresting, hot-tempered and small-minded, at least he was honest, huh.

If he is honest, there will be no dishonest people in this world!

Afterwards, Ling Qiyan drank too much as expected, pulled the skirt of his clothes hot all over, and said he wanted to take a bath.

Wen Ying asked someone to bring him hot water, and poured buckets of water into the bathtub. Ling Qiyan stretched out his foot and kicked Wen Ying: "You go, I want to wash my body, don't stand here."

Wen Ying reminded him expressionlessly: "This is my house."

Ling Qiyan let out a dazed "Oh" and tried to get up from the couch: "Then I'll go back to my room to wash, and I'll leave you here."

As soon as he moved, Wen Ying grabbed his ankle and dragged him off, falling into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Ling Qiyan's hands and feet were limp, lying in Wen Ying's arms, he couldn't get up, so he just stopped moving, with only a dazed expression on his face after being drunk.

Wen Ying's voice was even lower: "Just wash here."

It wasn't until the belt was taken away and the outer shirt was taken off that Ling Qiyan suddenly came back to his senses, and pushed the person in a panic: "What are you doing? You said you don't want me to be a spoiled pet!"

Wen Ying looked at him coldly: "What does it have to do with being a pet if I let you take a bath?"

Ling Qiyan thought in a daze, ... it seems that it really doesn't matter?

After being hugged by Wen Ying and sitting in the bathtub with him, Ling Qiyan finally realized that he seemed to have been deceived by him again, and they were now facing each other naked, in the narrow bathtub, Can't even avoid it.

And the more he wanted to move, the tighter their bodies were against each other. Ling Qiyan was extremely embarrassed, and being held in Wen Ying's arms, he heard his hoarse voice whispering in his ear: "Don't move around."

Ling Qiyan was so angry that he lowered his head and bit his shoulder hard.

Wen Ying didn't say a word, and let him bite.

After a while, Ling Qiyan pushed the person away abruptly, got up and wanted to run, but was dragged back by Wen Ying's hand.

Water splashes everywhere.

Ling Qiyan stretched out his foot to kick someone, but Wen Ying grabbed his ankle again. He fell back into the bathtub, almost choked on the water, coughed desperately, and glared at Wen Ying: "Is there something wrong with you?"

Wen Ying's face turned cold, and he stood up abruptly. Without waiting for Ling Qiyan's reaction, he bent down and carried him on his shoulders forcefully.

Ling Qiyan wanted to struggle subconsciously, but was afraid of falling and quickly hugged his waist, frightened enough.

He remembered, before when he was a prince and this man was a poor scholar, he dared to commit such crimes, but now it just got worse!

He was thrown onto the bed, and before Ling Qiyan could hide in the bed, Wen Ying had already bullied him and held him down.

"You let me go!"

Ling Qiyan's drunkenness disappeared, and he was extremely vigilant.

Wen Ying looked at him with downcast eyes.

Being stared at by him like this, Ling Qiyan kept beating his heart, and his uneasiness rapidly expanded.

"……What do you want to do?"

Wen Ying's eyes were cold, and he put his finger on his cheek, slowly rubbing it.

"You want to bully me again."

There was no confidence in Ling Qiyan's voice. Wen Yingruo was determined to touch him, but he couldn't resist at all. This person said in the morning that he would not use him as a pet...

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, his eyes gradually turned red, Wen Ying lowered his head, and a light kiss fell on his lips, whispering: "Why are you crying?"

"You said, don't want me to do this."

"You also said that you are willing to do this with me." Wen Ying reminded him hoarsely.

"I never said that," Ling Qiyan firmly refused to admit it, "Even if I did say it, it would be drunk, I won't do it, you let me go."

Wen Ying narrowed his eyes lightly: "How many guests has your Royal Highness provoked in the past few years?"

Ling Qiyan was taken aback for a moment, stretched out his foot and kicked: "I didn't!"

Wen Ying held him down, and kissed him urgently and fiercely.

He was so kissed that he couldn't breathe, Ling Qiyan was so angry that he hammered his back hard, Wen Ying didn't care, pressed him down and kissed him deeply again and again.

When he was let go, Ling Qiyan collapsed on the bed, feeling like he was about to die once.

Wen Ying knelt and stood up straight, Ling Qiyan was about to curse, his eyes touched his scarred chest, and he froze suddenly.

Wen Ying's shoulders are wider, his back is stronger, his thighs and arms are thicker than before, and his skin is no longer as white and smooth as before. From the shoulders to the heels of the legs, it is all left from large and small battlefields. Scars, shocking.

Ling Qiyan looked at it in amazement, remembering that night under the dim candlelight, Wen Ying stared at the words he said with deep eyes. It turned out that they were all true. today.

When Ling Qiyan came back to his senses, he had already raised his hand, dazedly stroking the most hideous scar on Wen Ying's abdomen.

Realizing what he had done, Ling Qiyan withdrew his hand in a hurry, his eyes rolled around uncomfortably: "This, how did you do it?"

"In the last battle with the Assassins, I was stabbed with a sword." Wen Ying stared at him, talking nonchalantly, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

"...Didn't you kill King Khan of the Assassins with one arrow?"

"Before that, because of this sword, no one would pay attention to me, so I got the chance to sneak attack."

He was hit by this sword, and he was lucky to be able to recover his life. He was able to attack the enemy's commander in a sneak attack while he was seriously injured, and he succeeded.

If so, after this battle, he was only promoted to the fifth-rank defense, and what he said was not a lie.

Without such a swap of identities, this person might have to escape countless times before climbing to the position he wants step by step.

Thinking of this, Ling Qiyan couldn't tell what it was like. After holding back for a long time, he blurted out a sentence: "...But it's not my fault, you can't blame me."

Wen Ying suddenly lowered his body, restrained him forcefully, propped his hands on his sides, his hot breath approached, almost gnashing his teeth: "Do you think I want to settle this with you?"

Ling Qiyan panicked and said, "Then, what else is that?"

"Didn't His Royal Highness Yu Wang be very happy when he dragged the students to do this?"

"You just don't want to be known by outsiders, but there are only you and the students here, so what's there to worry about?"

"Is it uncomfortable for the students to serve His Highness?"

Wen Ying's voice became hoarse and hoarse every sentence, and even the previous titles appeared, but Ling Qiyan's ears felt inexplicably creepy.

"I was wrong, your lord has a lot, so don't bother with me..."

Ling Qiyan begged for mercy, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Wen Ying's lips pressed against him fiercely again.

Being pinched by his buttocks, Ling Qiyan let out a low gasp, and the overflowing voice was swallowed by Wen Ying. He twisted his body impatiently, trying to break free, but was held tightly by Wen Ying, unable to move.

Wen Ying's tongue fiddled in his mouth, and Ling Qiyan was forced to swallow someone's saliva, and was soon forced to have red eyes and tears in his eyes: "Um..."

Lips and tongue separated slightly, Wen Ying pressed against his lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Separate your legs."

"I don't want to, I won't do this with you..."

Ling Qiyan raised his foot and kicked him, Wen Ying grabbed his leg, pulled it up to his waist, and pushed his knee between his legs.

The thing was pushed, Ling Qiyan gasped heavily, before he could react, Wen Ying had already lowered his body and put his stem into his mouth.

He hadn't touched the real thing for three years, how could Ling Qiyan stand this, and it spurted violently from Wen Ying's mouth in a few moments, and he collapsed on the bed and gasped for breath.

Wen Ying stood up, licked what he ejaculated from the corner of his mouth, and looked down at him.

Ling Qiyan was so stared at by him that he wanted to escape, Wen Ying's kiss fell down again, and he tasted the fishy taste in his mouth, Ling Qiyan desperately turned his head to avoid: "No more."

But there is no avoiding it.

Wen Ying's smeared hand had already touched his back acupuncture point, Ling Qiyan was startled, choked up and begged for mercy: "I really don't want it, don't bully me..."

Wen Ying's breathing became heavier, and he whispered in his ear: "Be obedient."

"I do not……"

The folds at the mouth of the acupuncture point were stretched and flattened by the huge penis, Ling Qiyan watched helplessly as the hideous giant crushed into his body, then grazed hard at the point he couldn't stand the most, and crashed into the depths of his body .

He yelled uncontrollably, his legs had been lifted to his shoulders by Wen Ying, and he could not resist his rapid and fierce fuck.

In the uninterrupted thrusting, Wen Ying's kisses fell one after another, falling back and forth between Ling Qiyan's cheeks, neck and shoulders. Ling Qiyan only felt as if he was being held by the neck by a beast, the most secret and shameful place He also fell into the enemy's hands, and he wanted to cry again. The great pleasure and shame almost drove him crazy. The person who was pressing him was even tougher and more arrogant than before. He couldn't break free at all, and could only bear it passively.

The place where the body was connected was being fucked by the sound of mooring water. Ling Qiyan wished he could block his ears, but he moaned uncontrollably. He was dragged by Wen Ying and fell into the abyss of desire.

In a trance, he saw the face of the person pressing him immersed in lust against the firelight, his heart trembled uncontrollably, and finally he closed his eyes and resigned himself to sinking into it.