Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Seeing Zheng Xi's expression of adultery on her face, Ling Qingyu said sternly: "We are good friends. There is a problem with going to the graves of good friends' parents?"

"Good friend?" Zheng Xi looked at Yang Zhao's face darkening, and felt happy, and said: "Jinpu is like a no-profit business. Suzhou Wealthy has made a lot of money at the end of the year and sold it. There are always more than 200,000 taels of goods. If you remove the purchases from the weaving workshop and the shop expenses, you will make a net profit of 200,000 taels. By the way, there is something you must be happy to hear."

"Ah? What's a good thing?" Ling Qingyu asked hurriedly, wishing that he would stop asking.

"About the Lin family, Lin Guoqiang, the third master of the Lin family, fell in love with an oiran from Yangzhou in the next year. After spending some money, he fell in love with gambling again, lost a lot of money, and later stole the family's field. I contracted it out and exchanged money. I went to find Chen San from the gambling house and bought them all at a low price. There is always more than 10,000 mu of land. The prodigal son is worthy of fifteen and twenty-two silver and an acre of good land I heard that Lin Jiacheng was vomiting blood when he knew it, and he was still lying on the bed. ""How much do we collect?" Ling Qingyu drank and looked at Yan San. The Red Mansion is really reliable. , It’s just that she remembers that it was a commission given last summer, how can she do it after the year?

"Chen Santai was dark and forced us to take eight two acres." Zheng Xi sighed. This is my own field, and I have to spend money to buy it back, which is really boring.

"We don't need this money. What I want is what they went in with ignorance. I must vomit it out. I remember that they swallowed us thousands of hectares." Ling Qingyu sneered.

"Now he is looking closely. Lin Guoqiang still owes Chen San tens of thousands of silver. Then Lin Jiacheng will let you know that if you kill you, you will not give the money." Zheng Xi said.

"What about Yangzhou Oiran?" Ling Qingyu asked with a smile.

"I heard that when Lin Guoqiang was beaten to death by Chen San, that oiran took out his private house to save him, so Lin Guoqiang cruelly stole Tian Qi out, but now that oiran doesn’t know where he is going. When he was there, Lin Guoqiang went to the county government office and handed a paper, saying that it was Chen Sangang and the oiran who cheated on him and was beaten out." Zheng Xi laughed. How can someone who can open a gambling shop have no background? Now that the Wu family has moved to the capital, who would offend people for the Lin family?

"Give Chen three points and ask him to pay attention to the debt collection." After thinking about it, Ling Qingyu asked again: "There is no news from Lin Zixu?"

"I was about to tell you about this. The young lady of the Lin family was originally betrothed to the son of the Murong family in Suzhou, but the son has been in poor health. The Lin family has been dragging and refusing to get married. I heard that Lin Zixu followed him a few days ago. The actor eloped." Zheng Xi said.

I eloped. This is indeed what Lin Zixu did. Ling Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of coldness. Even if she entrusted the Red Mansions to seduce Lin Zixu, but an actor, if Lin Zixu behaves right, or has such a trace Rules, how can I elope with the actor.

"However, this matter was circulated privately. The Lin Mansion did not say, nor did the Murong family say anything, so I don't know if this matter is true or false." Zheng Xi glanced at Ling Qingyu's expression and said. No matter how Lin Zixu treats the girl, the girl won't care too much, but the girl will not hate the girl when Lin Zixu kills his wife.

"In this world, there will be retribution, I don't worry, can it be over so happy?" Ling Qingyu lowered his eyelashes and covered the cruel color in his eyes, said lightly.

At this time, she felt cold air on her body, and a thick hatred spread. Ling Qingyu and Zheng Xi were familiar with this look, but others had never seen it before. Yang Zhao felt a pain in his heart and stretched out his hand to shake her hand.

Zheng Xi was one step ahead and smiled at her: "Yes, how can it be ended so easily? The meal is already done, let's go to eat." Then she dragged her away to the main hall.

The outstretched hand slowly clenched into a fist, Yang Zhao took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

The room seemed to freeze at once, no one spoke or moved. This woman has always been smiling, it seems that there is nothing in the world that she doesn't know that she can't do.

With a "clang" sound, He Li walked out of the long sword out of its sheath.

"Let her do it herself." Yan San leaned against the door, with a tripod on the door frame, bowed her head and said, "She can only feel at ease if she takes revenge by herself."

After a few seconds, He Li's long sword returned its sheath, but he punched the wall fiercely.

"Wow! Braised pork! I love you Greensleeve, you are really a good choice for a wife! Ah! Why not marry me!" Ling Qingyu's cheerful voice came from the main hall, and then shouted: "Yang Zhaoyan three, Hey, if I don’t come to eat again, I can eat it alone!"

Yan San put his feet down and walked towards the main hall.

Just as she never interfered in any of their decisions, she never thought about who she would rely on for her own affairs. Yang Zhao stood up, took the lead and walked towards the main hall, with a faint smile on his heavy face.

She would act coquettishly with that old servant, eat that little maid’s tofu, and grab food with Zheng Xi. Compared with Hangzhou, this is her real home and a place to relax.

After the meal, Ling Qingyu sat on the stone table in front of the hall and looked at the paper people and horses in the yard. After thinking for a while, he said to Zheng Xi: "Zheng Xi, we will go to the grave for my parents tonight."

"Ah? Go tonight?" Zheng Xi was taken aback. Generally, he went to the grave on the 15th of July, so why did he go early.

"We are very moving and quiet. If we are seen by the Lin family tomorrow, there may be some trouble." Ling Qingyu stood up and said. She is not afraid of trouble. The problem is that even though Yang Zhao said there are five days of vacation, but watching them act, they are obviously being urged to leave. Maybe there are restrictions on the return date. Once there is any trouble, Yang Zhao will not let himself be here. Face it, if he doesn't leave, if he misses the return date, it will be ten lives.

"Isn't it said that from the first to the fifteenth day of July, it is when the ancestors accept the sacrifice? My parents love me so much, and I must hope that I will see them when I come back." Seeing that Zheng Xi still has a good face, Ling Qingyu smiled.

Uncle Zheng drove the carriage, and Yang Zhao separated into a group of three and boarded the hills on the edge of Taihu Lake.

I burned the joss sticks and burned the paper people and horses on the leeward side.

Ling Qingyu squatted three heads deeply, and said silently in his heart: "Don't worry, mother, if you give your daughter some more time, I will make those people have to die."

Yang Zhao knelt beside her, kowtow three heads, and said silently in his heart: "Uncle and Auntie, Zhaoding will do my best to protect her. When the big event is certain, he will formally come to the door to ask for marriage, and he will live up to her. "

The night breeze was faint, and Mother Zheng was babbling in front of the grave while burning the paper while muttering in a low voice. The thin voice combined with the paper dust in the sky, just like a June blizzard.

Looking at the half-shielded lights of the far-away villa, Ling Qingyu pointed to the beautiful scenery spot, and said to Yang Zhao who walked up to him: "There, this is the residence my father gave to my mother. Isn't it beautiful?"

Yang Zhao took her hand. Although it was far away, the beautiful scenery of the courtyard was still faintly discernible. It is conceivable how much effort was spent in the first place. She grew up there. She was supposed to be a lady with ten fingers and no sunshine, but now she is full of calluses, and she can set sail, go to the sea, and take care of everything by herself.

"Zhao," seeing the heartache in Yang Zhao's eyes, Ling Qingyu was taken aback, and then smiled: "I actually prefer the free life on the boat. I am the most unconstrained person. I want to stay everyday. In the backyard, it’s more uncomfortable than killing me. I don’t remember the wealth in that yard. When it comes to wealth, my wealth is more than ten times that of my father. My heartache is only my mother, and my father’s original intentions. "So please forgive me, Yang Zhao, although I like you, I will never give up my lifestyle.

Yang Zhao didn't say a word, just squeezed her hand.

It was almost midnight when they returned to the small courtyard. The Zheng family members went back to their own small courtyard. Seeing that the others had found a room in the front yard to live in each other, Ling Qingyu returned to the back yard.

This small courtyard was originally a second entry. There were seven rooms in the front yard that were formerly occupied by Zheng’s family, but now they are living away from them. The main room in the backyard was originally occupied by Ling Qingyu’s mother. After the death of her mother, these three rooms Fang Ling Qingyu has not moved either, only Zheng's mother cleans it regularly.

Sitting in the main room, more than two years have passed, the smiles of young mothers in this world seem to be still in sight.

Looking at the moon to Zhongtian, Ling Qingyu gently closed the door of the main room and returned to the east wing room where he lived. There were also three east wing rooms. The one on the left was changed to a bathroom by Ling Qingyu. At this time, the big wooden barrel in the room was full. After drinking the warm water, testing the temperature of the water, Ling Qingyu undressed and poke a bath.

"Yang Zhao." Yang Zhaogang was about to push the door of the east wing, when Yan San called out from behind, he turned his head and looked at him.

"Come here." Yan San pointed to the stone table in the small courtyard, and sat at the table by himself.

"What's the matter?" Yang Zhao was stunned, then walked over and sat opposite him.

"It's going to be fast." Looking up at the sky, Yan San rubbed his brows and said, "I have something to tell you."

"Say something quickly."

"When on that island, did she kill a thousand-year-old snake?" Seeing Yang Zhao nodded, Yan San continued: "She also ate the snake's snake pill at the time, so she won't be invaded by poison. The snakes on the island dare not touch her."

"We all know this." Yang Zhao said impatiently.

"Then do you know that snake pill is not something you can eat casually? The thousand-year-old snake is about to transform into a dragon. Its snake pill is an excellent thing, but it is also a very yin thing. Let me tell you this. If the snake pill is a woman Eat it," Yan San organized the language and said: "Women are Yin, and the snake pills are extremely Yin things. If there is nothing to feed them, at the night of July 14th, the darkest time of the year, You can kill her."

Yang Zhao's face turned pale, then he looked at the sky, stood up, opened the door and rushed in.

Ling Qingyu had fallen asleep against the edge of the barrel, but a thin layer of ice appeared on the surface of the water that was supposed to be steaming.

"What do you want to feed?" Taking Ling Qingyu out, the body in his arms was cold, Yang Zhao shouted at Yan San.

"Yang Jing." Yan San pointed to his lower body and said, "I want to be fed."

"Go out." Yang Zhao put Ling Qingyu on the bed in the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and whispered.

Yan San closed the door, sat on the stone table, took out the soup pot stolen from the kitchen, poured a bowl, and drank slowly.

Her body was supposed to be warm and moist, which made people unable to extricate herself from it, but at this time it was cold and dry, and Yang Zhao was so cold that she didn't realize it.

"It's okay, it's okay." Yang Zhao leaned over and kissed the lips stained with hoarfrost.

Feeling the heat, Ling Qingyu's body slowly stretched and contracted, as if a small mouth sucked more and more forcefully. This feeling was too exciting, and Yang Zhao let out a low roar.

Seeing Frost slowly receding from her face, Yang Zhao speeded up. Unlike the past, he can clearly feel that the absorption in her body is not only sucking the yang essence, but also his physical vitality. Went in.

Is this the price? You desperately saved us and then made yourself like this? Yang Zhao, who was released again, fell weakly on Ling Qingyu. Seeing that her face was still blue and her lips were also pale white, she kissed her lips and drew in fiercely, twisting and sucking, trying to take her body temperature. It was passed to her.

The noise in the room stopped, Yan San stood up and opened the door.

Yang Zhao glared at him and saw that he began to take off his clothes Shi Shiran, closed his eyes, and said, "Let me out first."

"Are you still able to move?" Yan San kept his hands, his eyes swept over the diminutive Yang Zhao who could no longer exert his strength.

Yang Zhao gritted his teeth and sat up on the bed. He glanced at Ling Qingyu's still blue body, holding on to the edge of the bed to get out of bed, his feet soft, and his weak body fell under the foot of the bed.

Without waiting for Yang Zhao's annoyed fist to hit, Yan San directly tapped his faint acupoint, whispered trouble, put him on the foot of the bed and sat down, then went to bed.

After taking a few breaths and leaving her body, Yan San got up, supported her weak body and moved to the wooden frame, soaked the kerchief in water, cleaned Ling Qingyu's lower body, and then threw Yang Zhao on the bed and relieved. He picked up his clothes and walked out with the wall.

The door closed behind him, and Yan San slowly slid down the wall and sat on the ground.

The moonlight has faded, and the interior has been dyed a layer of brightness from outside the window.