Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

On the evening of the 19th, there was a night of snow. On the 20th, Bianjing was covered in silver, and the crystal-clear ice hung on the treetops in various forms.

In the past, the snow flakes fluttered up again, like goose feathers, dyeing the world white.

Picking up the curtain and looking outside, Ling Qingyu covered his mouth and hit Hache, and then he was dragged back.

Looking at the man who tugged at the corners of his clothes, squeezed his body in his arms and rubbed his head against her chest, Ling Qingyu couldn't help but chuckle. This person, the older he is, the more he loves being coquettish, remembering last night After being drunk by this guy, she has lived for more than fifty years, and her old face is not even red.

When did this guy with Zhao Yinfeng's legacy and aegyo attributes become crooked!

"Sister~" uttered a tiring call, Ye Shiyi raised his head and pressed a kiss between her neck, leaned against her shoulder, shook her hand and drew in through the placket of his clothes, with a cool fingertip. When he stroked across the skin and moved along his chest and abdomen until he reached the little brother who had raised his head proudly, Ye Shiyi gave a low **** and his breathing became thick.

Gently flicking the hot little guy who nodded to her, Ling Qingyu said: "Don't play, I'll be in the Han Mansion later."

"It's still far away, Han's birthday banquet was held in a suburban villa." His body shook slightly, Ye Xi's voice was hoarse and sexy, and a layer of mist appeared in her eyes as she looked at her. The phoenix eyes were radiant, lightly licked the corners of her rosy lips, drew her head with one hand, and kissed her lips softly, with gasping and uncontrollable **** voices overflowing from the corners of the mouth. Come and say: "Sister, eleven, it's your imprisonment, right?"

Uh... Ling Qingyu's face reddened again. What happened last night did not completely lose his memory. After careful consideration, it seems that he can still see himself with a very **** strange aunt's expression while stroking the perfect The body, while sighing his beauty, and then viciously uttered the word forbidden, which is really..., what a shame!

The woman's face seemed to have two burning clouds on her face, Ye Shiyi laughed lowly, loosened the belt of his clothes, hugged her tightly, and the hardness underneath was rubbing against her abdomen while holding on While holding her earlobe, she whispered: "Sister, I like Eleven very much. My elder sister said, I want to take Eleven back, shut it in a dark room, and lock it in shackles to prevent others from seeing Eleven or touching it. Eleven, I have to play eleven every day like last night, sister~"

"Stop!" Ling Qingyu interrupted him, blushing so much that he could fry eggs, and pushed his close body away a little, his eyes drifted and said with a more serious voice: "Forget it! It's all a dream. Forget me quickly!"

"I don't want to forget it!" He threw the woman down, and in a place where the woman could not see, Ye Shiyi showed a triumphant smile on his face, and said: "Sister said, if you go to the world of sister, let Eleven is your imprisonment, Eleven is happy to let my sister play, Eleven is very happy, Eleven is willing to be imprisoned by my sister, and will always be imprisoned by my sister..."

"Stop it!" Sparks appeared on Ling Qingyu's face, and those words of imprisonment were pressed into her head like a mountain, and she shouted, "Stop talking! I know, stop talking!"

If you continue to play, I'm afraid this person will be really annoyed. He picked up her hand and rubbed the dishonest little brother, while deeply kissing the burning lips, Ye Shiyi hugged her tightly and *** * After a low growl, it was released.

He gave him a helpless look, and at the face full of happiness and beauty that was not mortal-like, with misty smiles and narrowed eyes, Ling Qingyu really couldn't get angry and could only watch. Sighing on the clothes on her body, "It's all dirty!"

Ye eleven took out a set of clothes from the cabinet in the carriage, and then skillfully changed it for her, making Ling Qingyu stare at him dumbfounded for a long time before gritting his teeth and said: "Ye eleven! You did it on purpose!"

Han Xian's 40th birthday, although the snow is flying, the birthday banquet of Han Mansion is still set in the outskirts of the mountain village. The guests are still like clouds in front of the mountain. Officials also took the opportunity to come.

Follow the servants around the cloister in front of the mountain gate, and the scenery in front of them can't help but be amazing. The elegant and exquisite pavilions are built against the mountain, and a corridor with nine bends and eighteen bends is built next to the lake dug in the lowland. Plum trees are planted on several consecutive hills. Among the white snow, one tree is like fire and white plums are like snow, like a heaven.

Along the promenade, officials constantly wanted to come up and talk to each other. Wang Xuanzhi's mouth was filled with a smile, and after politely saluting the other side, he moved on through the obstructing servants until he was taken into a corridor on the mountainside. Among.

The banquet banquet side of the Han Mansion is placed in the long corridor that revolves around the top of the mountain for several times. Outside, the red plum is proud of the snow, and the snow is light, but the corridor is warm as spring. Every seat in the corridor The faces are separated by a little distance, so that the people inside can communicate and avoid interruptions.

Glancing at the servants who retreated quietly and the maids standing quietly beside him, Wang Xuanzhi's mouth smiled more intensely. As soon as he sat down, he heard someone next to him say: "I heard that this whole arrangement is designed by Mr. Mei. Yes, with such a delicate mind, it is the son of the family. Even if the Mei family has fallen, as long as Master Han is willing to support it, I think the Mei family will be up soon."

Wang Xuanzhi's eyes sank unconsciously, and once again glanced at the mountain forest faintly like a fairyland in the heavy snow.

After sending Zhu Wei to go in, Han Mian turned his head and walked towards the mountain gate. He smiled stiff as he greeted people along the way, his face relaxed slightly, but he was suffocated in his heart. He was so busy that he didn’t even go home. Su Wanyun said that he wanted to surprise him, but she still had joy in her heart, so she didn’t ask anything. He didn’t expect to be dragged to the villa last night, and then she knew that Mei Chuqi would basically post the invitation. Not to mention Bianjing, he actually made such a model.

"Mr. Mei meant that we can't get in here anymore?" The laughter from the door was chilly, making Han Miao startled, speeding up his pace and rushing to the door, seeing a few people in Gaoliu outside the door. Riding a horse and carrying guards behind him, Mei Chuqi blocked the door. As soon as he was about to raise his voice, he heard the handsome young man standing at the gate of the mountain and said, "Dear generals, today it’s Master Han. The 40th birthday is a day to celebrate with you, but it’s too rude for you to enter like this with a knife?"

Han Mian's face suddenly sank, and he walked a few steps and stood behind Mei Chuqi. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Gao Liu blinking his eyes. After a short pause, he heard someone shouting on the mountain road: "The one ahead! The road is blocked!"

Takaliu smiled, and gave way to both sides with Gu Cheng and others.

On the mountain road, they walked up to the four-riding horses side by side. The knights were burly in silver armor and red. The carriage guarding in the middle had no signs, only a line of wind chimes hung on the purple-black carriage.

A faint smile appeared on Han's face. That person, who came here to explain that he did not come as an emperor, but as the head of the Ling family, his best friend and confidant.

"Who is the one coming? The horse can also be ridden like this in front of Han Mansion?!" Mei Chuqi glanced at the warm smile on the faces of the few Gao Liu who stepped aside and shouted.

The people in front of the mountain gate were all stunned. The faces of Gao Liu and the others went dark, while the other civil servants who were blocked by the door dispute looked stiff and looked at the fool. They were still full of praise just now. Teenager.

Red clothes and silver armor can be worn like this in Bianjing, and only the Raksha Army who is now the Imperial Guards.

Are you stupid or deliberate?

As if he didn't hear his voice, the horse team stopped quietly in front of the mountain gate. The man riding beside the carriage tapped the door and said, "Master, here it is." After speaking, the red cloak blew in the wind. Yang, the man jumped off his horse, opened a grease-free paper umbrella, and waited by the car door.

After a while, the car door was slowly opened, and a corner of the dark red shirt was exposed, and then he stepped down from the car. A man in a dark red shirt with long satin hair was casually behind his head. Bundled up, dark waves overflowing in the phoenix eyes, smiles on the corners of the lips, the wind is beautiful and beautiful in the snow.

With a sound of inhalation all around, the man turned around and reached out to help a woman down.

Suddenly a mountain breeze blew by, and the snowflakes were blown in disorder. Amidst the wind and snow, the woman was wearing a white fox fur and her hair was simply bundled in the back of her head. She smiled when she talked and laughed with the person behind her side. Yanyan, let the snowflakes fall on her face with a gentle color.

The man in the land three feet behind her, one of whom was thinly clothed in the snow flew out a gorgeous afterimage, and one was dressed in black clothes, holding a clear oil paper umbrella in his hand, and hitting the woman firmly. Overhead.

Just like more than ten years ago, the woman came over with a smile, as if more than ten years have passed...At that time, in the shadow of light, he had his happiest moment, the most respected general, and the three unfavorable ones. Lord, she laughed heartily, and even the snowflakes floated boldly.

Li Yan regretted...

"Why are you all standing at the door?" Ling Qingyu rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Aren't they all waiting for me here, right? Fast forward, it's a bit cold today."

Han Yan greeted Mei Chuqi, and didn't say much. He just gave a deep salute, and then apologized to Gao Liu and smiled and said, "Aren't they all here waiting for you, no master, how can I be Han Yan today? 40th birthday?"

Ling Qingyu took the lead, and a group of people walked into the gate with a smile.

Even after the last knight in silver armor and red clothes entered the door, Mei Chuqi softened his feet and fell onto the steps, his back was completely wet with sweat, and the cold sweat on his forehead was still gurgling. That man! Just a glance, the murderous aura seemed to stop his heart beating.

That was Ye Eleven...

That is the real king!