Wen Xiangyanyu

The matter of standing up is so settled.

After those censor officials made a fuss, although most people in the court still disapproved of the emperor marrying a man, they finally calmed down, and the imperial edict was issued, and the emperor's attitude was firm, so they could only shut up.

Let the male queen be the male queen, anyway, the emperor himself is happy.

On the eve of the wedding, Ling Qiyan went back to the uncle's mansion, and the mansion has been completely decorated.

Wen's family was all there, and they had already started preparing for the big wedding a few months earlier.

They couldn't give away anything that was too valuable, so the uncles pooled together half a year's income to give Ling Qiyan a pair of long-lived golden locks, while the uncles and aunts worked together for half a month to sew for him. I bought two very festive embroidered quilts with mandarin ducks playing in the water, but Ling Qiyan couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it.

Even that kid Wen Qing specially sent a flawless and complete pure white tiger skin and a carload of good wine from Barrington to congratulate him on his wedding with His Majesty.

Although the Empress Dowager was annoyed by them, when this day came, she still sent someone to bring several large carts of "dowry" to Ling Qiyan. Ling Qiyan wrote a letter to the family and asked the eunuch of Ningshou Palace Take it back, no matter what, he hopes that the Empress Dowager can untie the knot and live the rest of her life smoothly.

In the middle of the night, Ling Qiyan was lying on the bed in Bo's house, unable to sleep alone.

Since the time when he went to the northwest, he and Wen Ying shared the same bed every day, and he has long been used to it. Now they are only separated for such a night, which makes him extremely uncomfortable and has no sleepiness at all.

There was a soft voice outside, Ling Qiyan listened for a while, thought of something, sat up suddenly, and ran to the door with bare feet.

Pushing open the door, Wen Ying was standing outside in the moonlight, talking to the servant who was keeping watch over him.

Hearing the movement, Wen Ying raised his eyes and looked at him. Their eyes met. Ling Qiyan smiled first: "Poor scholar, you are here."

Wen Ying came in across the threshold, saw him standing barefoot on the ground, frowned slightly, bent down and picked him up.

"What time is it, why aren't you sleeping?"

"What time is it, why did you come out of the palace specially?"

Ling Qiyan choked back the original words with a smile.

Wen Ying put him on the bed, sat down beside the bed, looked at him and said, "Can't sleep?"

"Without His Majesty the Emperor, I feel empty and lonely, unable to sleep alone..."

Wen Ying reached out and touched his face, Ling Qiyan stopped talking nonsense, and stopped looking at him. After a while, Wen Ying bent down and kissed him on the lips.

They lay side by side on the bed, Ling Qiyan leaned into Wen Ying's arms, and asked him: "Why did you come out of the palace at this time?"

"want to see you."

Wen Ying said it frankly, Ling Qiyan smiled lowly: "Really? Do you miss me that much?"

"Ah."

I'm getting married tomorrow, but I really want to see him, so I left the palace, and now I'm holding the person in my arms, so I feel at ease.

Ling Qiyan stuck to his ear and said: "Poor scholar, I can miss you too."

Wen Ying hugged him tightly: "I know."

Seeing Ling Qiyan running barefoot to the door to pick him up, he knew that he was not the only one who was sleepless in the middle of the night.

When the sky was twilight, Wen Ying got up, and Ling Qiyan, who had slept in his arms all night, woke up, and asked in a daze, "Is it dawn? What time is it?"

"The palace gate is about to open, I'm going back, you continue to sleep, you don't need to get up so early." Wen Ying told him in a low voice.

Ling Qiyan let out a "huh", opened his eyes, and Wen Ying had already got out of bed and put on his clothes.

Ling Qiyan stared at his broad shoulders well.

Before leaving, Wen Ying finally walked back to the bed and kissed his forehead.

Ling Qiyan stretched out his hand and held Wen Ying, a little reluctantly.

"I have to go back, you can continue to sleep, it's still early." Wen Ying said again.

"Okay, I got it," Ling Qiyan's voice was sticky and hoarse as if he was still awake, as if acting like a baby, "Your Majesty, go slowly, and remember to bring a big sedan chair to marry me back later."

Wen Ying stroked his face: "OK."

Watching Wen Ying leave, and being alone in the room again, Ling Qiyan no longer felt sleepy, and stared until dawn.

At daybreak, the court officials arrived at the uncle's mansion. Ling Qiyan went in his left ear and out of his right ear to listen to the report of the wedding process, and yawned: "It's such a trouble, don't bother me, go and bother Your Majesty." .”

He has been married to Wen Ying for a long time, and the wedding is nothing more than a formality, not enough to cause trouble.

But no one dared to take his words seriously. How could the empress and empress get married without tossing, the more tossing, the more festive it would be.

Being waited on and put on a complicated bright red dress, Ling Qiyan stood in front of the bronze mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and finally smiled.

Jiang Lin was full of joy: "Your Highness looks really good in this outfit, it's really one in a million, no wonder His Majesty likes it."

Ling Qiyan raised his eyebrows, that was natural.

In this way, it seems to be good.

In the following day, the uncle's mansion hosted a banquet for the guests.

It wasn't until the evening that the mighty wedding reception team set off to return to the palace under the clearing of the Jingwei army.

Ling Qiyan sat in the car, opened the window and looked out, countless people stopped along the way to watch this unprecedented event.

The light wheel at the West City Gate was erected again, and the wheel was covered with red lights. It was lit for the first time at dusk in midsummer, illuminating the entire Shangjing city with radiance.

Amidst the sound of gongs, drums and bells, the majestic palace is close at hand.

Arriving at Fengtianmen, Ling Qiyan got off the car, knelt down to listen to the seal, received the seal of the queen, boarded the car again, and entered the inner court.

Wen Ying was standing at the foot of the stone steps in front of Xingqing Palace, waiting for him.

The man was wearing the same style of dress as him, and the golden dragon embroidered on his chest was about to burst out of the clouds, which made him even more stern and picturesque. Only Ling Qiyan could see that his pair were stronger than usual. In the eyes that are much brighter, there is joy that is about to overflow.

With the brightest smile on his lips, Ling Qiyan stepped forward step by step, took Wen Ying by his arm, and walked up the stone steps hand in hand with him.

At night, the red candle painting hall and sparks flicker in the main hall of Xingqing Palace.

Ling Qiyan sat cross-legged on the couch and waited for Wen Ying to come back, in a daze, inadvertently recalling those things in the early years in Yuwang Mansion.

These days, he recalls the past from time to time, and every time he thinks of some small things that have been forgotten for a long time, it can make him think about it for a long time.

He seemed to like that person more and more.

This kind of cognition made Ling Qiyan's heart full, he couldn't suppress his joy, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

While he was thinking wildly, a poodle as white as a snowball suddenly jumped in from the outer hall, knelt down in front of him, stuck out his tongue and shook his head and tail.

Ling Qiyan came back to his senses, stared at it for a while, found it interesting, and asked someone to come in and ask, "Where did this dog come from?"

The palace man replied: "Your Majesty said to give it to His Highness."

Ling Qiyan was immediately overjoyed, never expecting Wen Ying to be so impulsive and give him a puppy on his wedding day.

He stretched out his feet to tease the obedient puppy, very happy, this dog is very similar to the one he raised when he was a child, but unfortunately his original one was killed by that beast Ling Qiyu, he used to only talk to Wen Yingti After a word, I never thought that His Majesty the Emperor would actually write down this incident.

When Wen Ying came back, Ling Qiyan had already hugged the puppy to play with.

Wen Ying approached him, Ling Qiyan raised his head and raised the corners of his lips: "Poor scholar, why did you think of giving me this?"

"do you like it?"

Ling Qiyan smiled openly: "You gave it to me, of course I like it."

Wen Ying nodded: "Its name, Puppy."

Ling Qiyan was taken aback: "It's called Puppy?"

Wen Ying explained solemnly: "Yes, you said, if you want puppy eggs, it's called puppy eggs."

Ling Qiyan laughed out loud.

Wen Ying hugged him and sat down on the couch, Ling Qiyan lay in his arms, still overjoyed: "I said I wanted a puppy, but you really got me such a puppy?"

"Such a puppy is not good?"

Stared at by Wen Ying's gloomy eyes, Ling Qiyan wanted to laugh again, and hurriedly nodded: "Okay, as long as your Majesty agrees, there is nothing better."

Wen Ying asked someone to take the puppy down first, and lowered his voice: "As long as you like it."

Ling Qiyan originally wanted to tease him a few words, but seeing that he was so serious, he was embarrassed to say so, and put his arms around Wen Ying's neck: "Poor scholar, you are really interesting, so interesting."

Wen Ying stroked his temple hair, then bowed his head to kiss him.

Smelling the aroma of wine in Wen Ying's breath, Ling Qiyan complained softly: "Your Majesty drank a lot of bars outside behind my back, and those smelly old men must have caught His Majesty and poured you down. I want to drink too. We all drink together. Haven't had a drink yet."

Wen Ying hugged him and kissed him a few times, and asked for drinks and food. Ling Qiyan hadn't eaten seriously all day, and he was indeed hungry.

He wolfed down half of the dishes on the table in a flustered manner, and finally picked up the wine glass with a full belch: "Come on, poor scholar, let's drink Hebei wine."

He found an excuse to drink one glass after another, and after drinking half a pot of wine, he was drunk again, laying in Wen Ying's arms in a daze, talking nonsense, saying over and over again that he liked him and wanted to have puppies with him.

Wen Ying listened silently, ordered hot water to be brought in, and personally served Ling Qiyan to change and freshen up, just like he had been used to doing all these years.

No matter who he is, he will always be happy to do it.

Ling Qiyan's eyes glowed warmly in the candlelight, full of undisguised love and admiration for Wen Ying, and when she was hugged and sat on Wen Ying, he clung to his shoulders and kissed him passionately. go up.

Being licked by Ling Qiyan like a puppy without any rules for a while, Wen Ying raised his hand to hold the back of his head, carried him back to the imperial couch, and tore off the red gauze curtain with one hand.

At the most passionate moment, Ling Qiyan was in Wen Ying's arms, His Majesty, Husband, and poor scholar called him indiscriminately, Wen Ying stopped his movements, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the hot sweat from his forehead dripped onto Ling Qiyan's lips , he unconsciously licked it, and gently rubbed his calf against Wen Ying's waist: "Don't stop."

Wen Ying gasped and kissed him again.

In the middle of the night, after Mu changed into normal clothes, Wen Ying led Ling Qiyan out of Xingqing Palace.

Midsummer night, the moon is bright and clear, and the star bridge is dotting the night sky far away.

Because of the emperor's big wedding, the palace was lit all night, the courtyard was burnt to the ground, the fire trees were full of flowers, and golden windows and jade thresholds were everywhere.

Stars and fire intertwine, and the misty music sounds lingering, like a place in the sky and on earth.

They walked up to the observation platform on the west side of the palace, and when they raised their eyes, they could see the huge light wheel standing beside the west city gate, which was extremely dazzling in the night.

Fireworks shot up from the city gate, exploding into countless golden showers of stars, falling all over the sky.

Ling Qiyan raised his head and stared intently, the breath of the person behind him was in his ears: "Is it good-looking?"

"Ok!"

Such a magnificent golden star shower, Wen Ying specially asked someone to show it to him, how could it be unsightly.

"From now on, every year today, I will ask someone to light a lamp and set off fireworks for you."

Ling Qiyan glanced at him with a smile: "Your Majesty, you should be called extravagant if you are like this."

"You don't like it?"

Ling Qiyan thought about it, and said honestly, "I like it so much."

"it is good."

He didn't say much anymore, quietly hugging Ling Qiyan, and together with him at the highest place in the palace, watching all the lights of the Milky Way.

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It's over, there are a few extra chapters to come.