Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

In the afternoon, Han Xian also arrived in Huai'an. After meeting with Zheng Xi, the two chatted very speculatively. Ling Qingyu didn't talk to them about this, but said that he would go to Hangzhou on the day, and leave the rest to them. Up.

Han Mian was a little surprised. He thought that Ling Qingyu would go to Jiangning with them. He also wanted her to look at the land in Wuhu. He just thought of her embarrassed appearance by Zhang and Yang when he was questioned. It was funny, so he didn't ask any more.

Talking about planning with the two of them, Ling Qingyu's mood slowly improved. You lied to me for a hairpin, and everything I sold you would increase by two levels!

Near the evening, Zhang Wen sent someone to find Han Mian, saying that he was hosting a banquet at home to entertain him and Ling Qingyu, thinking that he would rely on his influence to go to Jiangning Wuhu, Ling Qingyu was not easy to shirk, and it was really embarrassing.

Let's go for women's clothing or men's clothing!

"Have you told Mr. Zhang that I am a woman?" Ling Qingyu asked Han Mian.

Han Mian was taken aback, thought for a while, and said, "It seems to have been said?"

"Brother Han, then tell me, am I going in as a man or as a woman?" Ling Qingyu asked in annoyance.

Han Xian didn’t feel a little worried about this. He told everyone that he was the manager of the boss, and he seemed to have mentioned to Old Man Zhang that his boss was a strange woman, but today, Mr. Zhang’s invitation is unclear. , It's really hard to handle.

"Let's make men's clothing." Finally, Yan San finalized his sentence. Seeing the expressions in the three people's eyes, Yan San rarely said, "You don't have good clothes, and I can't get in the inner courtyard."

Yeah! Han Yan and Zheng Xi, including Ling Qingyu, looked at their commoners themselves. She didn't bring a few women's clothing when she came out. The ones she brought were also some hard-wearing coarse clothing. They traveled long distances, so who would have nothing to do with silk clothes? Although she has jewelry, there are not only fifty thousand taels of gold in the box on the carriage, but also a small box of jewelry. In addition to some loose parts, there are two sets of jade jewelry that Zhou Tan made for her on the boat. The problem is , If you take it out, it will be like today!

Wear men's clothes! Ling Qingyu did not hesitate to dig out a good quality men's clothing, and then found a hosta and a jade finger.

After thinking about it, he asked Han Mian again: "Shall we go to give gifts?"

Seeing Han Yan nodded, he asked, "Send Mr. Zhang or Mrs. Zhang?"

"I'm ready. Didn't you bring some spices this time? The two-two white sticky tape is the best gift. Now Huai'an has no good spices." Han Xiao said with a smile.

"Oh, that's good." Ling Qingyu put his jade jewelry back again, really reluctant to give it away.

There was no Zheng Xi on the invitation, so Zheng Xi stayed at the inn and continued to plan. Ling Qingyu packed up and rode in the carriage with Han Mian and went to Zhang's house.

Zhang Wen brought his sons to the gate to pick him up. After Yan San handed the carriage to the servants of Zhang's family, he accompanied him outside the main hall.

Three tables of banquets have been set up in the main hall, not only the Zhang family, but also the Yang family and several of their students.

Ling Qingyu followed Han Mian to the greetings one by one. She smiled amiably, courteously, and sincere in her eyes. She passed by indifference or even ignorance of those sneers.

She is dressed in a blue shirt, tall, with only two accessories on her body, a jasper hairpin in her hair, and a crystal-clear finger on her thumb. Everything is invaluable, but she is not vulgar. , On the contrary, there is a sense of elegance.

Zhang Wen nodded inwardly. He naturally knew that she was a woman. He didn't write to understand, that is, he wanted to see how she positioned herself. It seemed that this woman was not a thing in the pool.

However, everyone here, except Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli, who admire Ling Qingyu, others are not so optimistic. A woman, or a merchant, actually makes men's clothes to eat at the same table with them, this is definitely an insult! It's just that neither Zhang Wen nor Yang Wanli dared to show it too much.

With such a strong malice, although Ling Qingyu still smiled kindly on his face, his back was cold, and he just wanted to pull his legs away and fled back. Then Ling Qingyu's back stood up again, shit, look down on me, right? I want to see, what are you sour abilities in the end! After seeing the ceremony, sit next to Han Yan.

At the beginning of the banquet, it was relatively peaceful. After the wine was drunk, Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli were both open-minded people and took the lead in provoking the topic, and the atmosphere on the table began to rise.

Ling Qingyu can't drink much. To be correct, she hates wine. Fortunately, no one pays attention to her on this table. Only Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli have a toast with her, or toast with others. This is the case. It didn't take long. , I also feel that it is a bit above.

At this time, the table had begun to compose poems. Whenever Han Yanyin put out a poem, he won a lot of applause. Even Ling Qingyu's level felt that he did a good job.

A disciple of Zhang Wen on the table had long noticed that Ling Qingyu was not used to it. Seeing that Han Mian had already chanted three poems, he smiled and said, "Brother Han is a high talent, this Ling master must not be bad, why don't you have one? "

Ling Qingyu stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I really can't chant poems."

Han Mian wanted to speak, and the man had already answered, "Then what do you do? Embroidery? Or cooking? Since you know nothing, a woman is not afraid to come out ashamed."

Han Mian's expressions suddenly changed. Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli didn't realize they frowned. Just as they wanted to be dragged down, Ling Qingyu laughed and said, "If you can't chant poems, then you can't have anything?"

Ling Qingyu felt that his sanity had opened the gate, but he couldn't help but smiled, "This Xiongtai, what else do you do besides chanting poems? Do you know how to farm or make clothes?"

"Huh, those are things done by inferior people. What I wait for scholars to do is to govern the country." That person also drank high, completely forgetting that his teacher was still farming with his trouser legs yesterday.

Zhang Wen's face sank and became angry, but Yang Wanli pressed it down.

"Oh, then you don't need to eat and dress to govern the country? I really admire it!" Ling Qingyu smiled, with two blushes on his face because of the color of wine. Seeing that the man stared and wanted to talk, he continued: " You study to govern the country, then do you know what kind of farmland is good? How much is harvested in a year? How many mulberries produce how much silk? How much silk yields how much silk? How much is the workload of a labor force a day? Do you know who has the most people in Dazhou? Who pays the most taxes? Jiangnan is an important economic area. How much material and grain does Bianliang need to transport in a year? How much is the salt tax? How much is the liquor tax?"

The man was stunned by her question, his face flushed and shouted: "Do you know that!"

"Naturally, I don't know." After saying this, Ling Qingyu glanced at him contemptuously, and said: "I don't want to govern the country, I know what these do."

She almost couldn't come up on that Xiongtai because of her suffocation. The person next to him smiled and said, "What does the master know?"

"I know?" Ling Qingyu smiled lightly, and said: "I know that there is a wider world beyond this big week. I know that there are not only our black hair and yellow skin, but also blonde and white skin. , More dark-skinned people, have you seen the thousands of miles of waves? Have you seen the dense tropical jungles with no place for your feet? Have you ever been to Africa? Have seen the great migration of animals? Have you been there before? Cracks in the earth, canyons as deep as one thousand meters? Do you know what a star map is? Know what monsoon is? Know what tide is? Know why apples fall on your head instead of flying up to the sky? Know why water can carry ships Get up? Know why the fire burns? Forget it, it's useless to tell you this. You don't understand!"

Squinting his eyes to scan the people in the house, Ling Qingyu smiled and said, "What's the use of chanting poems? Can it be eaten as a meal? It's just a fun thing to use when you have enough food and clothing."

The sound of a needle falling silently in the room can be heard.

"Come here," Yang Wanli squeezed away the people next to Ling Qingyu, sat next to her, poured her a glass of wine, and asked: "Tell me, why does the fire burn?"

"With oxygen, it will burn when it reaches the ignition point." Ling Qingyu replied.

"Why does the water make the boat float?" Zhang asked, squeezing Han Mian away.

"Didn't I tell you this, water has density, don't you know?"

"The tide? Apple?"

"Gravity! Because of the gravity of the earth," wait, Ling Qingyu felt a little confused in his head, but there is light work here, could it be said that gravity has no effect on them?

"Girl, don't leave tomorrow, we will discuss and discuss." The two said at the same time.

"No, I have to go to America to bring potatoes back." Ling Qingyu felt wrong after speaking, but his head was already groggy and out of control, and he looked at Han Mian unconsciously.

"Two gentlemen, the owner is not strong enough to drink, please allow us to leave first." Han Mian arched his hands to Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli.

Seeing her blushing cheeks, her eyes were a bit blurred, Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli were too embarrassed to continue to ask, and retreated to their seats in a slanderous manner.

"Hmph, what a dark-skinned person, as if I have seen it before." The man who started the trouble hummed.

Ling Qingyu had already stood up and bid farewell to Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli. Hearing these words, he smiled and said, "I have never been, what kind of scenery I have seen, in my own heart, whether you believe it or not? What am I doing?"

After finishing speaking, salute everyone present, straighten their spine, and float away.

Outside the gate, Yan San fell on top of him.

"The frog at the bottom of the well." Looking at his disciple, Zhang Wen said angrily.

The frog suddenly lowered his head, not daring to reply.

"You all look down on her, you think she is just a woman, ha ha," Yang Wanli glanced at the crowd and said: "But this woman took a sea boat and sailed across the ocean to a place tens of thousands of miles away. What she saw How can the world be known to people who can only entertain after ample food and clothing."

Zhang Wen sighed and sat on the chair. Huai'an re-learned, and there were many talented students, but few were good at general affairs. I wanted Ling Qingyu to come over and give these children some encouragement, but the result was so, I felt regretful.

"But even if you go to sea, the disciples can also go." The dear man still didn't fear death.

"Okay, then you go." Zhang Wen sneered: "It's not useless to be my student if you are going."

"My disciple, go back and get dressed!" The dear fellow said with enthusiasm and said goodbye.

Regarding Han Yan's eyes, Yan San entered the house holding Ling Qingyu.

Today’s drunkenness is very strong. Although Ling Qingyu didn’t drink much, he was already very drunk. He took Yan San’s hand and smiled: “Three, see if I teach them today? Probably! It’s great to be able to write poetry! My mother, I am I'm sorry to plagiarize, and I still look down on me, I still look down on them! No production, a bunch of sour! Stinky scholars! Look down on women! He is not his mother, no woman can have him!"

Yan San glanced at Han Mian, Han Mian touched his nose, and walked out. After closing the door, Yan San said, "Yes, yes, you are the most powerful."

"What's the matter?" Zheng Xi asked, poking her head out of the room.

"Come and come, accompany me out for a drink." Han Mian grabbed him and dragged him out. Today, it was really his carelessness that caused her to be so humiliated. He thought that Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli were there, plus himself, they would give some face, not too much, but he did underestimate the scholars. In this way, the head of the future will not be too easy to come forward in Da Zhou. Let him do these things, and what he received today will surely be returned one day! But at the end of the thought, her completely despised tone and full-on aura, she felt that she should have returned, and she cursed people like that!

Thinking of this, Han Yan laughed again unconsciously, embarrassed by the dumbfounded scholars she said.

Yan San never knew what Ling Qingyu looked like when he was drunk.

Ling Qingyu's shirt had been slashed away, and he was immersed in the bulge on his chest, while still muttering in his mouth: "Kill you, kill you guys who kill a thousand swords!"

The drunk Ling Qingyu tried very hard, and Yan San couldn't help but whispered out the tingling pain from there, patted her unexpectedly, and said, "Bite from another place."

Ling Qingyu actually changed to his shoulder and neck bone very obediently, then opened his big mouth and bit on it.

"You are a dog." Yan San sighed, but did not hide. Although he was standing outside the main hall, the movement inside was clear, and even from where he was standing, he could see those through the wide open door. Contempt or disregard on the face. He was the anger that suppressed and suppressed his heart. The person he placed on the tip of his heart was just as silently humiliated by others, but he could not do anything.

"Woo" Ling Qingyu snorted, then suddenly called out: "Run there!" Then he threw him on the bed and continued to bite.

After a bite, it turned into a biting lick. Yan San groaned unconsciously. Seeing that her eyes were out of focus, but full of lust, she kept rubbing against her body and sighed. , Took off all her clothes clean, and took off her clothes again.

The affair was fierce, and Ling Qingyu, who was completely controlled by alcohol, was very wild, girly, tied up, overwhelmed, and had **** again and again.

Drinking and becoming a female ****! Looking at the sleeping woman next to her, although she still hummed a few words, she was contented and Yan San chuckled lightly.

Taking a soft pillow and stuffing it into Ling Qingyu’s arms, Yan San got up and put on a piece of clothing to fetch water. The wing room was still dark. Zheng Xi and Han Mian hadn’t come back yet. The small kitchen was boiling water. It was probably Zheng Xi early in the morning. It took too long to prepare here, and only a small pot was left. Yan San took some cold water, went back to the room, scrubbed her body clean, changed the sheets, and went to the well in the small courtyard to lift it. Pour a bucket of cold water directly.

After pouring several buckets of water, the hatred in my heart was suppressed. These people cannot be killed now, they will be in trouble.

Back in the room, Yan San took a piece of clothing and put on it, and slowly stroked the colorful marks on her body.

"Three," Ling Qingyu's call made Yan San startled, and turned back hurriedly, but saw that she just called, loosened the soft pillow, closed her eyes and touched her hands on the bed, turned around and sat on the bed. As soon as she stretched out her hand, she hugged her, rubbed her face against it, and murmured in her mouth.

After being drunk, not only was she a female ****, she also became very dependent on others. Yan San's mood suddenly improved, and she simply lay down, Ling Qingyu immediately put it on the plate like an octopus, and then hummed comfortably. Sleeping on his chest.

Cai Jingfang's several brewing masters haven't used them yet, so you can consider bringing them to the boat to make some wine with stamina, Yan San thought in a daze.