Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

A woman in her thirties, who is not pretty, she still looked at herself with a dull face. Cheng Xuan followed Wang Xuanzhi and bowed her salute, but she was very disdainful in her heart. For such a person, her father actually let herself into her harem. Sure enough, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't match his brother's position in his father's heart.

"This is Cheng Xuan." Seeing Ling Qingyu's face slowly recovering, Wang Xuanzhi smiled lightly.

The disdain in the young man’s eyes did not escape Ling Qingyu’s eyes. Although there was indeed a similarity at first sight, but when he stepped closer, he realized that the young man and Cheng Jia looked similar at best, and acted like an imitation. Instead, he was left behind, who turned out to be Cheng Jia's concubine.

Such a person actually made her look like Cheng Jia at that moment. Ling Qingyu despised herself in her heart. As expected, she hadn't been to see them for too long, so she had conjecture...

Laughing at himself, Ling Qingyu regained the faint smile on his face, and then sat down and said: "Cheng Jia's younger brother, Mr. Cheng, do you want the son to become an official?"

Wang Xuan smiled, before answering, Cheng Xuan already smiled: "Yes, my father said that he needs several servants by his side. I wonder if Xuan has that honor?"

Uh? This is really bold! With a glance at Wang Xuanzhi who was stunned, Ling Qingyu's smile was deeper.

"Your Majesty doesn't need any servants by his side, Master Cheng must have understood the meaning of Mr. Cheng." With the hearty voice, a figure suddenly appeared outside the water pavilion, with a red dress and silver armor, a peerless face, and his mouth was pouting. A faint smile made his beautiful face more delicate than Xia Hua beside him.

"Master!" A few steps stepped into the waterside pavilion, knelt in front of Ling Qingyu, took her hand, and after a light kiss, Ye Shiyi raised his head and smiled: "Eleven is back."

Uh? ! Ling Qingyu was stunned again. Seeing Ye Shixi's appearance as a servant of the wind and dust, she must have hurried back, and then directly performed light work to enter the palace. Well, it will be July 14th in a few days. She has given up on this day. Tangled, but so high-profile? Even the kisses came out? Ye eleven, what do you want to do?

Cheng Xun's face suddenly froze, what's the situation? Father, you didn't tell me that this old woman already has such a beautiful male favorite!

"General Ye came back in such a hurry, there must be talks about state affairs, I will retire first." Wang Xuanzhi said, after speaking, he pulled Cheng Xuan and took the lead out of the water pavilion.

When Wang Xuanzhi said that, Su Wanyun couldn't sit still anymore, and they got up to leave, and went back to the main venue.

Seeing Cheng Xun's back with a cold snort, the corners of his eyebrows, eyes, and mouth were gentle when he turned his head, with a coquettish tone, Ye Shiyi said, "Master, I've been on the road for two days on eleventh. Is it good to use?"

His face is too beautiful, and when his murderous aura is restrained, his gentle eyebrows have amazing beauty. Such a coquettish appearance makes people never realize that he is a bloodthirsty Raksha who is twenty-five years old.

Alan chuckles and laughs. Since seeing Zhao Yinfeng's tricks, Ye Shiyi has simply kept pace with the times and learned 50% of Zhao Yinfeng's rogues, but there is no lower limit to Zhao Yinfeng. It's just that, Alan feels that his future life must be full of surprises and happiness.

"Go go." Ling Qingyu glared at the two of them and said helplessly. Although she still lives in the Guanguanyuan of Lingfu most of the time, a palace garden has been cleaned up inside the palace, and there is a large bathhouse paved with marble.

***

When night fell, the Imperial Palace Garden was reopened after five years. The sky was full of stars, the stars were dotted, the courtyard corridors, the wide-sleeved blouses, the whispers of Yingge, the complicated lights and shadows, the brilliance, and the beauty.

Ling Qingyu occupied the main seat, with a colorful female family on one side and a broad-sleeved courtier on the other. Ye Po and Ye Shiyi stood behind her.

As the light and shadow flowed, the man in the dark red tight-fitting suit was even more dazzling than the starry sky.

Almost instantly captured the heart of the girl in the palace.

***

"The Jurchen people are indeed sturdy." With fingers around the woman's hair and looking at the lazy woman lying on the bed with her eyes closed, Ye Shixi smiled comfortably and said softly: "If it wasn't for you to say, give them another one. Ten years, I am afraid that the strength of the troops will rise, and it will be more troublesome to pack it up by then. However, it is no longer a climate."

"Eleventh," Ling Qingyu said with his eyes closed, his voice still lazy, "Don't massacre too much."

"Huh?" Hugging her from behind, Ye Shiyi bent his head and kissed her neck and ear lightly.

"After occupying a place, I asked Zhu Wei to leave here to prepare to emigrate, and use our culture and economy to assimilate them." After being kissed by him, Ling Qingyu put his arm on his arm and whispered: "People kill too much. Too much, there will be retribution."

"I don't care..." Ye Shixi followed her cheek, kissed her lips, and whispered.

"I care..." Just after the whispered words, Ye Shixi's kiss suddenly became hot, and forcefully sucked the lips that made his heart almost stop beating.

The tribes in northern Xinjiang are brave and militant. The peoples on the grasslands are naturally aggressive. To suppress them at the fastest speed, only the absolute **** force, you are tyrannical, I am more tyrannical than you, Raksha The larger the territory captured by the army, the more people will disappear.

Retribution, then the retribution is on me, sister, only if the vast land of northern Xinjiang is settled as soon as possible, I can return to you.

**

On July 15th Ghost Festival, the state ceremonies were held in Bianjing City according to the usual practice. Ling Qingyu walked to the burial mound of Yang Zhaoheli and Zhao Yinfeng.

The three renovated tombs are not far apart. Many white banners have been hung in front of the tombs, flowers are placed in one piece, and paper money ingots are flying in the wind.

People's hearts, people's hearts are actually the simplest. Whoever protects them and who gives them a good life, they will remember who.

"General, you have received so much incense, you should be happy now? If you are not happy, tell me, although I can't solve it, at least I can listen to you complain." The wind sounded in front of the tomb, and Zhao Meng had already knelt to the tomb, and was talking about it while burning the paper money.

Starting from Yang Zhao's tomb, Ling Qingyu took the lead, followed by Gao Liu and other deceased people in Beijing to worship one by one.

The paper dust flying in the sky, together with the long-distance bell from Bianjing, became the most scorching scenery in that summer.

**

In the early morning of July 16, Ye Eleven quietly left, and the white horse in red rushed to the distant battlefield alone.