Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Fatmei waved her hand to make her samurai take two steps back. Then she slid away Yan Qi's sword in her hand and walked to Ling Qingyu. She put her slender fingers on her chin and smiled with her eyes crooked. I like you."

Ling Qingyu's chin was picked, and his eyes looked at Ram. Ram twice said: "She said she likes you."

Fatmei put down her finger and took the bracelet from the servant's hand, took Ling Qingyu's hand and put it on, then gently kissed the back of that hand, dragged her hand and left.

Huh? Is this asking Wanjin to buy me? Ling Qingyu's head was still in the air, and Yan San's dagger was out of its sheath and headed towards Fatmei's neck.

Yan San's sword was as fast as lightning, and he was about to cut a **** mouth between Fatmei's neck.

"No!" Ling Qingyu said anxiously. They really couldn't leave if they killed Fatmay.

Yan San's sword paused for a while, and a scimitar stretched out from behind Fatmei, slammed his sword apart, and then fought with him.

There were people around, Fatmei still tightly pulled Ling Qingyu’s hand so that the two were almost close to each other, Yan Sanjian moved like the wind, but the person was not weak at all, and the speed of the sword was very fast. Not only blocked his moves, but also some unexpected counterattacks.

"Don't fight, Ram, tell her, I am willing to go to her as a guest." Ling Qingyu said to Ram.

After hearing Ram's words, Fatmei called out. After the man who was at war with Yansan blocked Yan San's sword, he retreated, still standing behind Fatmei, and Yan San also took it away. The sword retreated behind Ling Qingyu.

Ling Qingyu glanced at the man who had fought with Yan San for dozens of strokes. He was a honey-skinned young man, standing behind Fatmei with his head down and covering all his breath, like a shadow.

"Su Hexiang, Huanglian, you go to the boat to get a few red Luos, and then send them to the lord's mansion, remember, there are not too many people." Ling Qingyu said to Su Hexiang.

Fatmei waited for her to finish, then smiled and pulled her to her footsteps. The samurai on both sides stepped back and let Yan San and the others follow.

Buyu was very big. Seeing Ling Qingyu refused to lie down, Fatmei let her sit, leaned on her chest, stroked her face, and then issued a few orders.

Bu Yu was steadily lifted up, several servants had already left first, and the group headed out of the city of Aizabu.

Not far from Aizabu, there is a palace, half of the Arab style and half of the ancient Egyptian style. A white marble staircase was built along the river, and several halls with light veil hung around it.

One of the temples closest to the river has already placed cushions, and servants shuttled through it, arranged fruit plates, and the river was full of water lilies, and the fragrance was floating.

This is not the Nile River Basin, it must have taken a lot of work to build it into this look.

Seeing Ling Qingyu’s curious look, Fatmei laughed and suddenly lifted her body and kissed her on the face. Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment and his face blushed. This is the first time she has been kissed by a woman in so many years. Ah, mom doesn't count!

Fortunately, Fatma became honest again, just touching her hand and talking to herself.

When I arrived at the palace, I stepped down, and Fatmei still took Ling Qingyu into the palace. Tables and chairs have been arranged in the hall. His Highness knelt down and sat down with many musicians. When he saw Fatmei, they all leaned over. On the ground.

Fatme pulled Ling Qingyu to sit next to him, leaning against her softly, and with a wave of his hand, the music below rang.

Yan Sanyan and Qi Yang Zhao stood outside the hall, looking at the palace, the two women’s smiles could be leaning on each other (actually, Fatmei was leaning on Ling Qingyu) to feed each other, or laugh a little. Sounds, the appearance is more ambiguous, and all the faces are not very good.

Ling Qingyu complained of bitterness in her heart, and the food Fatmei fed her was as sweet as it was, my God! She hates eating such sweet things! But seeing the layers of warriors around the palace, he endured the nausea and ate another piece.

"I can kill five." Ram grinned his teeth.

"Five." Sangjayi didn't learn much in Da Zhou, and he was generally concise.

"Five." Ye Shiyi also said.

Yang Zhao glanced around, and there was a flash of sword light behind the tree palace. There were always hundreds of guards here. Most importantly, there was another woman beside the woman who could confront Yan San with dozens of tricks. A man who doesn't show up.

"Fight?" Yan Qi asked.

Yan San and Yang Zhao were silent, and they looked at the man who had been kneeling behind Fatmei at the same time. This was just a shot. If there are a few masters like him, it will only harm Ling Qingyu. "Master Philip, please." The servant's voice raised outside.

Fatme frowned and sat up a little bit straight. She was the lord of Aizabu, but Philip was the mayor of Aizabu stationed by the king, who wanted to show him some face.

The sloppy Egyptian, who was still drunk yesterday, appeared today as a fluttering elder, paying respects to Fatmey in a serious manner, and then sitting solemnly in the next seat.

Ling Qingyu shook his head and pointed at the man speechless.

"Good girl Ling." Feili greeted Ling Qingyu gracefully and politely. This sentence was the only big week he learned yesterday.

Then Feili and Fatme began to talk, Ling Qingyu didn't understand what they were saying, but he felt that Teme's face was beginning to be very bad, and he unconsciously pulled her clothes gently.

With her pull, Fatmei's face immediately turned aggrieved, and she hugged her neck and cried.

What is this situation? Ling Qingyu looked at Philippe dumbfounded, but Philip frowned unconsciously, and said a long list to Fatmay.

"Well, this old man is the mayor of Aizabu. He told the woman that our master is a great businessman from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he is the one the king told us to receive well, and Fatmay not be willful." Ram laughed The translation said.

Ling Qingyu patted the beautiful woman in her arms, who was also very beautiful when crying. Well, she has always had nothing to do with women, not to mention such a beautiful and cute woman who just saw He Li holding a few red Luo from the corner of her eyes, and beckoned him in. .

Seeing Fei Li nodded, the servant next to him stepped away and let He Li go up to the palace steps, and then someone took the red Luo in his hand and placed it beside Ling Qingyu.

"Fatme, Fatme," Ling Qingyu patted her, told her to sit up, then picked up Hong Luo, and shook it lightly. The light and colorful Sha Luo filled the hall.

Fatme's eyes lit up.

"It's for you." Seeing that she didn't understand, Ling Qingyu said to Ram from a distance: "You tell her that this is for her and I am willing to be friends with her."

Ram walked up the steps of the palace and said to Fatmay: "His Royal Highness, our master said that she also wants to be friends with you very much. These red Luo are gifts from her to show her heart."

Fatmei said a few words, and then looked at Ling Qingyu eagerly.

"The princess said, I hope you can stay in Aizabu, she will treat you like her own sister." Ram translated, and then said in his heart, sister? Is this a sister?

"I can't stay here. My home is in Dazhou, so naturally I want to go home, but next time I come, I will definitely see her." Ling Qingyu smiled.

After Ram's translation, Fatme pouted, and Philip said to the side: "Your Royal Highness, the trade with Da Zhou is very important to our kingdom. If the princess keeps her here, who will go back and run the boat? What? Princess, please stop being capricious."

"But, she is so cute, so cute!" Fatmé said to Philip.

Philip looked at Ling Qingyu, with a tall figure and a hearty smile. It was both feminine and handsome, both male and female, as well as the patience and tolerance of Fatmei eating tofu. No wonder Fatmay refused to let go, this is her favorite bite!

"Princess Fatmay! His Royal Highness Aragon is coming back soon, are you sure you want to keep her?" Philip coughed, offering his assassin.

Fatme was silent immediately, and looked at Feili with a sad mouth. Seeing that he was still smiling, it was estimated that Aragorn was indeed coming back. Thinking of the vinegar jar, she sighed and said to Ling Qingyu: "That Can you stay a few more days? Stay with me more."

After listening to Ram's translation, the corner of his eyes received Feili's vigorous wink, Ling Qingyu smiled and said, "There are still a lot of goods on board to sell. How about coming to accompany you next time when I have time?"

After Ram went through the translation, when he saw Fatmay, Philip coughed and said, "Princess Fatmay, the message I have received is that His Royal Highness Aragon will be in Aizabu this evening. And His Royal Highness Moussa will also tomorrow come back."

"How could it be finished so soon?" Fatme said in a puzzled way. Aragorn also said in the past, where Musa went to end so soon?

"It is said that His Royal Highness Moussa heard that His Royal Highness Aragorn is coming back." Philip raised her eyebrows at her and said with an expression you understand.

"You still have a lot of goods to sell, so go back as soon as possible," Fatme stood up, pulled Ling Qingyu up, and said: "If you want to help, you can ask Fei Li, or my long history."

Although she didn't understand what she said, Ling Qingyu still realized that she was leaving, and said happily, "Thank you."

Fatmeer took Ling Qingyu's hand and went outside the palace gate.

She didn't sit down and talked to Ling Qingyu all the way, pointing to the exquisite gardens of the gorgeous palaces on both sides from time to time, and Ling Qingyu also smiled and nodded.

The two of them walked all the way to the gate of the palace in a good atmosphere, and suddenly a low cry of pain came from the side.

Fatme's face changed, and the servants on both sides jumped out of the two of them and pushed aside the flowers on the side of the road.

Behind the flower bush is a small open space, and a few columns were erected. At this moment, an eleven or twelve-year-old blond boy was tied to the middle column. His body was covered with lash marks, and the uncontrollable pain overflowed from the corner of his mouth Coming.

Fatme spit out a word coldly, and another servant stepped forward.

Yan San saw Ram's expression a little bit unbearable, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Stubbing." Ram said softly.

Ling Qingyu heard it, thinking it wasn't the punishment I knew? However, he saw that the servant resisted a wooden stick from the side, one end of which had been sharpened.

The servant drove the stake into the ground, then unhook the boy from the pillar, spread his legs, pointed his back acupuncture point at the pointed stick, and wanted to insert it.

"Wait." Ling Qingyu couldn't help calling.

The servant temporarily stopped and looked at Fatmay.

Fatme’s eyes rolled twice on the boy and Ling Qingyu’s faces, then looked at the person behind her, and said a few words with a smile, the servant listened to her, put the boy down, put it in front of Ram and threw it away. To him.

Ram took the young man and said to Ling Qingyu with a wry smile: "The princess said, this young man will give it to you..." I dare not say the sentence behind it.

Ling Qingyu turned around and waved to Fatme, who was still looking at each other at the gate of the palace, and said to Yang Zhao: "Go faster."

Yang Zhao clamped his feet, and the sitting horse ran, and after a while, completely left the palace behind.