Wen Xiangyanyu

study.

Wen Ying focused on the military newspaper in his hands. He had been here for more than three months. During this period, his troops had been mobilized frequently. It has been changed to the current newspaper every five days.

Ling Qiyan nestled in the couch looking at the autumn scenery outside the window, and yawned boredly: "Are you really planning to send troops next month?"

Wen Ying said "hmm": "A spy came to report back. The small Barrington tribes nearby have changed a lot these days. I'm afraid they want to come to our Dacheng border to rob again."

Ling Qiyan clicked his tongue.

How could Wen Ying's personality of vengeance endure being provoked time and time again? Since the first day here, he has been arranging the dispatch of troops, just waiting for the right time.

Ling Qiyan rolled his eyes: "Can you take me with you when you go to war?"

Wen Ying raised his eyes to look at him, and Ling Qiyan gave him a flattering smile: "Since I am your aide, I should go to the battlefield with you, right? Just take me to see and see."

In the past few months, he has followed that Wang Xun, and he has played all the places in Liangcheng. He is really bored. If Wen Ying goes out to fight, he will be here alone, will he die of boredom?

"can."

Wen Ying threw out these two words, lowered his head and continued to read the military newspaper in his hand.

Originally prepared a lot of rhetoric but it didn't come in handy. I didn't expect this person to suddenly become so easy to talk. Ling Qiyan was a little surprised, and suddenly became excited. He stayed on the bed and walked over. He looked up at Wen Ying on the desk: "Take me to see you!" go?"

"If you are honest, I will take you there."

Wen Ying ignored him, put down the military newspaper, picked up a pen and started writing the memorial.

Ling Qiyan asked casually, "What did you write?"

"Secretly report the dispatch of troops to His Majesty."

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you plan to kill first and play later?"

Wen Ying explained casually: "You still need to say hello, at least let the old man know."

"Then can he agree?"

"If he really didn't think so, why did he agree to let me come here?" Wen Ying asked calmly.

Ling Qiyan curled his lips, and he said the same thing. Since the emperor let Wen Ying come, he tacitly allowed him to earn military merit, and even tacitly allowed him to fight for the reserve position. Got it?

From the very beginning, the emperor was pampering him, but he didn't put it on the table. If Wen Ying won the battle, the emperor would be happy. If he lost, it was Wen Ying's own opinion, not the emperor's fault.

Ling Qiyan has been the emperor's son for 20 years, so he naturally understands his thoughts well. Thinking of this, he couldn't help saying bitterly: "...you will please him, and he even tacitly allowed you to do it, so you have to do it in private." Say hello to him again, this way, he must think that you are obedient and measured, and with him as the emperor in his eyes, he must value you more."

Wen Ying glanced at him silently, Ling Qiyan turned his face away.

...what to look at.

Wen Ying continued to write the memorial, and a servant from outside came to report that something was sent from Beijing, and it was left in the yard outside.

Ling Qiyan immediately recovered after hearing the words, and immediately went out to watch.

There were seven or eight carts full of unloaded boxes of things. Jiang Lin directed people to open the lids one by one so that Ling Qiyan could see clearly.

They are all great treasures, Ling Qiyan's favorite ones, this is already the second time since he came here, the queen mother sent someone to deliver things, half for him and Wen Ying.

Ling Qiyan was very happy, picked up a shiny ruby ​​and stared at the sun.

How to relieve worries, only gold and jade.

The Queen Mother really understood him.

The eunuch next to Wen Ying came over and ordered someone to carry his share to the warehouse at the back, but Ling Qiyan called out: "Why don't you show him, just take the things away."

The eunuch respectfully said: "Your Highness said that he doesn't want to look at this, just take it to the warehouse for registration, and also said that if you like anything, just take it."

Ling Qiyan glanced at it casually, the queen mother was not partial, and the ones given to Wen Ying were also the best treasures. I am afraid that if they give them a few more times, the warehouse of Ningshou Palace will be almost emptied by them.

"...what do I want him to do."

Ling Qiyan dropped those words, turned around and went back to the study.

Wen Ying had just stopped writing when he entered the door. Ling Qiyan leaned over and stretched out his hand to push his arm: "The queen mother sent so many things, you don't even take a look at them?"

Wen Ying raised his eyes calmly: "Why do you want to see it? It's just something outside of you."

"Why don't you go to become a monk? It would be great if the four elements are empty."

Wen Ying said indifferently: "If you like it, I will give it to you."

"I don't want yours."

As if he is the one who is greedy for others and cheap, he doesn't want it.

Wen Ying stared at him for a moment, then stretched out his hand to pull him over.

Ling Qiyan was pressed to sit on his lap, and twisted uncomfortably, unable to break free, too lazy to move, humming: "You really have no conscience."

"You have a conscience?"

It is clear that he himself is the most heartless one, so he is ashamed to criticize others.

Ling Qiyan was angry, and raised his hand to hit someone, but Wen Ying grabbed his wrist, hugged him and pressed him to the desk, before Ling Qiyan could react, the kiss followed.

A quarter of an hour later, Ling Qiyan went back to the couch, licked his bleeding lips, ignored Wen Ying, and took a pen to write to the Queen Mother.

The letter the queen mother wrote to him was full of caring words of care and concern, and it could be seen that the pen paused several times, as if he hesitated to speak, and did not ask him what his relationship with Wen Ying is now.

Ling Qiyan rested his chin on one hand, quite absent-minded. Wen Ying was still sitting in front of the desk, reading the letter that had just come in from outside. Ling Qiyan peeked at him, feeling in a trance.

Fortunately, the Queen Mother didn't ask about him and Wen Ying in the letter, or else he really didn't know what to say.

When he came back to his senses, the ink dripping from his pen had already stained the letter paper. Ling Qiyan was so annoyed that he quickly rolled it up and threw it into the wastebasket, and spread the paper again.

Wen Ying finished reading the letter in his hand and threw it into the brazier in the corner. Ling Qiyan saw this scene when he raised his eyes, and asked him casually, "What's the shameful thing again? I burned it in such a hurry."

Wen Ying said indifferently: "It's just some trivial matters in Beijing."

"Ok?"

"Your Majesty has appointed a new Empress Zhaoyi."

Ling Qiyan looked inexplicable: "Are you still staring at the emperor's harem?"

It's just that Zhaoyi was conferred, what's so strange, that emperor has always been a romantic, or how did the twenty or so children come here?

"It's your mother."

"cough--"

Ling Qiyan just picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, when he heard this sentence, he choked up, followed by an earth-shattering cough.

Wen Ying walked over and patted him on the back.

After a long time, Ling Qiyan, who had recovered a little bit, raised his head, his face was flushed with choking, his eyes were wide open and he dared not say anything: "I...mother?"

Wen Ying nodded expressionlessly.

The emperor was a filial son, and not many days after they left Beijing, the emperor went to the imperial temple on the outskirts of the city to offer incense and pray for the poor health of the empress dowager, and stayed in the temple for two days.

The Emperor's Temple is at the foot of the mountain, and the Jingshui Temple is on the mountain. The emperor was in the stream pond at the foot of the mountain behind the temple, and happened to bump into Yun Shi who was taking a bath there.

The resentment and ferocity on his face in the Xingqing Palace faded away, Yun's eyes were red as he looked at the emperor in coarse black clothes. The teary and pitiful appearance easily touched the chord in the emperor's heart .

Even if she has shaved her head, doesn't wear makeup, and is not even young anymore, just standing there so cleanly and beautifully, she is still the most youthful beauty.

The emperor was so fascinated that he completely forgot all the hatred and annoyance he felt when he first met Yun in Xingqing Palace that day. He was only filled with pity and remorse for pampering him in the imperial temple that day.

In the next two months, the emperor would go out of the palace to go to the temple every now and then, and half a month ago, when Yun was diagnosed as pregnant, the emperor was so excited that he couldn't help but bring her back to the palace. He was so angry that he was going crazy, but the emperor was determined to accept someone, and no one could stop him. He even told Shen that she would give up the position if she didn't agree, and defied all opinions and made Yun the ninth concubine. Zhaoyi, the first, is only under the empress and four concubines.

Ling Qiyan was stunned when he heard this: "...isn't he too embarrassing?"

Wen Yingdan said: "Your Majesty will naturally not tell people that Lady Zhaoyi was brought back from the temple, and arranged for her a new identity, which has nothing to do with the former Zhenbeihou Mansion."

"What about the Queen Mother? The Queen Mother also agreed?"

"The Empress Dowager is unwilling, but Empress Zhaoyi is pregnant, so she can only nod."

Ling Qiyan felt all sorts of feelings in his heart, and he just felt aggrieved and panicked: "She is already at this age, how can the emperor still like her? Don't be too fresh, and you will turn people away again."

"Empress Zhaoyi is only in her thirties, she is still charming, and coupled with her obsession when she was young, why doesn't your Majesty look down on her?"

Ling Qiyan said sourly: "You really understand your father, you really deserve to be his good son."

Wen Ying didn't care and said: "Don't worry, even if His Majesty is really too fresh and dislikes her, and has a son and a half by her side, she will have no worries for the rest of her life."

Ling Qiyan was at a loss for words, and he couldn't tell whether it would be better for Yun to spend the rest of his life in Jingshui Temple in peace, or to go to that man-eating palace to face intrigues, but since it was her own choice, she probably also considered it Please be kind.

Thinking of this, he was even more depressed, lowered his head, and couldn't say a word for a while.

Wen Ying pinched the back of his neck lightly, and reminded him in a soft voice: "You haven't finished writing the letter to the Queen Mother, hurry up and have dinner later."

Ling Qiyan frowned, suddenly thought of something, and looked up at Wen Ying: "How did the emperor and my mother hook up in the temple? Why do you know so clearly?"

Wen Ying looked at him silently, his face darkened.

Ok?

"...What the hell did you do?"

Wen Ying still didn't speak.

Seeing his expression, Ling Qiyan thumped in his heart: "You already knew? You arranged it?"

Wen Ying admitted frankly: "I recruited a eunuch next to His Majesty, and asked him to lead His Majesty down the back mountain at that time, and then gave Empress Zhaoyi the secret recipe for easy pregnancy in the vice palace, that's all."

"Are you crazy? Why are you doing this? Aren't you the queen's son? You help my mother. Don't worry that if the queen finds out, she will hate your son too?"

Wen Ying lowered his voice: "I'm not helping Lady Zhaoyi."

"Then why are you doing this?"

Wen Ying didn't answer.

Ling Qiyan was so angry that he lifted his foot and kicked.

The empress is his mother, but if she wants to kill Ling Qiyan, he has to make her some troubles and unhappiness. Once the empress messes up, the prince will not be happy.

Moreover, the Yun family is now pregnant with the emperor's child, if a boy can be born, that child will be his and Ling Qiyan's common younger brother, a child with their common blood.

But these, he didn't want to tell Ling Qiyan.

Ling Qiyan didn't want to talk to him anymore, sat up straight angrily, and continued to write the unfinished family letter.

Until dinner time, Ling Qiyan was still unhappy.

Sitting at the dining table, Wen Ying silently served him some food, Ling Qiyan was still angry with him, and threw back the same food that he sent in the bowl.

Wen Ying frowned and looked at him: "Are you angry that I helped Lady Zhaoyi?"

"She has lost her mind, and you still use her to send her into the fire pit. Is it possible that I should still be grateful to you?" Ling Qiyan was annoyed.

Wen Ying said coldly: "Didn't you never have a heart? You care about your mother who abandoned you for 20 years. I don't know when you changed your sex."

Ling Qiyan blushed instantly: "...you are heartless, what are you talking about?"

"You know it yourself."

"You are talking nonsense!"

"Only those with a guilty conscience would deliberately raise their voices." Wen Ying unceremoniously exposed him.

Ling Qiyan took a deep breath, and silently recited "Don't get angry, don't get angry, don't get angry" three times in his heart, forcing himself to suppress his anger, gave Wen Ying a hard look, lowered his head and continued to eat.

He doesn't want to care about this bastard, being so angry every day will shorten his life sooner or later.

Wen Ying didn't provoke him again, and his face was not much better than him.

After dinner, Ling Qiyan went back to the house and sat down on the couch to drink tea, and asked someone to close the door by the way.

At the end of the hour, Wen Ying pushed the door open and came in. Ling Qiyan was dozing off on the couch, his head biting.

Wen Ying walked over, stopped in front of the couch, and looked at him quietly.

As if smelling a familiar aura approaching, Ling Qiyan, who was in a drowsy sleep, subconsciously clung to him, and Wen Ying took advantage of the situation to hug him.

It wasn't until being hugged to the bed that Ling Qiyan seemed to wake up from a dream. He opened his eyes and shrank into the bed, and refused, "What are you doing here? I don't want to sleep with you today."

Wen Ying ignored him, asked someone to bring hot water, sat on the bed, took Ling Qiyan into his arms, squeezed the hot handkerchief and rubbed his face hard.

Ling Qiyan reached out to pat the person, and Wen Ying reminded him in a deep voice: "Wash your feet too."

Ling Qiyan pretended not to hear, and turned his back to raise the quilt. Wen Ying reached into the quilt and pinched the soles of his feet. After a while, he heard a muffled hum from under the quilt.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the two of them sat together on the edge of the bed, with their four feet soaked in the same basin. Ling Qiyan stepped on Wen Ying's instep hard, and muttered, "Your feet are bigger than mine."

As he spoke, he fiddled with Wen Ying's with his toes, as if he had discovered something interesting and amusing, and he never tired of it.

Wen Ying didn't say a word, but tightened the hand on his waist, gently kneading through the fabric.

When lying on the bed, Ling Qiyan was still full of energy, but now she didn't remember getting angry, she lay on Wen Ying's body and poked his hard chest, and asked him in a low voice: "... Is my mother really pregnant?"

"Ah."

"A boy or a girl?"

"do not know."

Wen Ying's voice was low, staring blankly at the beam above his head, with one hand on Ling Qiyan's back lying in his arms.

Ling Qiyan still felt awkward, only to realize later that the child seemed to be called brother Wen Ying as well as him.

"Do you think he will look like you or me?"

"It doesn't matter."

Ling Qiyan originally wanted to discuss with him, but when he heard Wen Ying's disappointing tone, he curled his lips again, that's all, he is the emperor's son, so what does it have to do with him.

After a while, Wen Ying lowered his head and touched the top of his hair lightly with his lips.

Ling Qiyan sighed in a low voice: "Fortunately, I'm not a girl. If I hadn't been messed with like this all the time, I wouldn't even know how many children I would have."

Wen Ying's face darkened, but Ling Qiyan, who was lying on him and full of nonsense, didn't notice it.

"To shut up."

Ling Qiyan was taken aback for a moment, and Wen Ying's lips were already pressed down.

...Why is this person angry again? ? ?