Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"Does Ling do not seem to welcome me?" Cheng Jia sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard and laughed.

"How can guests like Master Cheng be unwelcome, Su Mu, go and make our best tea." Ling Qingyu turned around to go back to the room, and said to Su Mu.

"Now it's just right to ****, isn't Master Ling sitting outside?" Cheng Jia smiled.

"No, men and women don't get married. Let's have a little distance." Ling Qingyu half-ran into the room, closing the door.

Cheng Jia first laughed, then his eyes darkened again.

The positions of Wang Xiang and Dong Xiang in the Xicheng Office are very consistent. No matter how Qingliu persuades them, the emperor can recover tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land, and they agree without saying a word. The Ling's family is considered good, they have money, and then they buy it back. The others are more small households, and their families are directly destroyed.

Taxes have soared, merchants and pedestrians have to pay more for tolls, and the tax-paying land has been turned into two places to pay taxes. Another Xicheng called the re-cultivation of land is actually invaded and occupied private land. In the past two months, Zhengshitang These policies have already caused resentment among people everywhere. There is Ling's family in Huai'an, and those tenants can still have a way to survive. This also made Cheng Jia understand what Ling's family is, why those folks of Ling's family, tenants and tenants are all so devoted to Ling.

It's just that I seem to be completely hated! Cheng Jia smiled bitterly.

Su Mu took out the tea cake, Cheng Jia took it, and made the tea by himself. The fragrance of the tea floated, and it floated into the house.

Ling Qingyu went out of the house again, sat next to the stone table, picked up the tea bowl without hesitation, and drank it. Seeing Cheng Jia smiled and looked over, he said, "This tea is expensive, why do you want to drink it all? "

"It's Jia's fault. I am sorry for the master." Cheng Jia raised the tea bowl and said.

Ling Qingyu didn’t accept this for a while. It was obviously that he owed him a great favor, but he was not reconciled and reconciled, so he turned his body and said, "Master Cheng was wrong. I should have thanked you. ."

Cheng Jia smiled slightly, poured her another cup of tea, and said: "Jia went to see Ling's polder and Taiyuan's farm this time. I heard that Ling's family did not add any rent this time. All the losses were due to The owner will bear it."

"Yeah, it is estimated that in another year, I will be bankrupt." Ling Qingyu still leaned sideways and said.

"Jia can also be considered as a scholar and has an official position. The amount of tax is exempt." Cheng Jia laughed.

"Then how much do I have to pay you?" Ling Qingyu turned his head and looked at him squarely. Generally, for this type of dependency, he has to pay the owner, depending on what the owner meant.

"The boss of Ling is joking, but Jia has a relentless request. I heard that the boss is going to the land of the two lakes, can Jia go with him?" Cheng Jia smiled and said.

"Aren't you an official? Can you run outside like this?" Ling Qingyu asked in surprise.

"Jia has been transferred to the Department of Agriculture, and has been ordered to check the field conditions of the original Chu Kingdom." Cheng Jia rolled up his sleeves, slender fingers as if playing a piano, re-boiled the Taoist tea, and then filled Ling Qingyu on the road, saying: "It's just the same way. It’s better to walk together and be safer."

Ling Qingyu watched him silently for a while, and said, "What if I disagree?"

"Ling masters, a year's dependent tax is also a lot of money." Cheng Jia seemed to have a smile in his eyes, said.

"Cut, am I the kind of person who gets money?" Ling Qingyu twisted his head and asked.

"But if you want to buy land in Lianghu, I went to check it out. Wouldn't it be best to buy with me?" Cheng Jia said with a bend in his eyes.

Ling Qingyu looked at Han Xian, saw Han Xian who had been working as a background wall next to him, nodded slightly, and said, "Well, since you are so kindly invited."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several young men carrying boxes and other things into the yard, and then went straight to the east wing. Ling Qingyu pointed at them and said, "What is this?"

"Since we are together, then you don't have to be polite, we all live together and stay close." Cheng Jia smiled, and then asked the young man to bring the piano over, clean the stone table, clean his hands, and then said to Sum: "Brother, can you sing the song just now?"

"This!" Pointing at him, Ling Qingyu looked at Han Mian angrily.

"The land of the two lakes," Han Yan walked to her and whispered: "You can use the names of their Cheng family and Fan family."

"Then you sold me?" Ling Qingyu also whispered. How frustrated it is to get an outsider to live in a yard! Just talk about that night, I was embarrassed to hear it!

"The main reason is that this inn has no empty yard, just one night!" Han Yan whispered.

"Brother?" The Cheng family adjusted the tone and looked up at Sum.

"I only sing for the master." Soum took a step back and said.

Cheng Jia smiled slightly and looked at Ling Qingyu.

"Ahem." Han Yan whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear again: "People outside who want to listen to him have a piano, at least a gift of a thousand taels of silver."

"Is he a performer?" Ling Qingyu asked as soon as he heard Han Mian continue: "Even if it is given, he will not play."

"Sum," Ling Qingyu sat on the chair that Yan San had moved out, and said, "Sing and sing for the master." Then turned his head and asked Yan San, "Why did you move this out?"

Yan San smiled, just put the cloak on her.

Su Mu sang a few words, and Cheng Jia’s piano sound followed. The long piano sound, accompanied by Su Mu’s singing, brought some extra meaning, a touch of sorrow and a touch of thought, which made Ling Qingyu feel unconscious. Thoughts drift away.

It is already mid-April, and the roadside **** is infinitely good. After the peach and plum are competing for beauty, the pomegranate blossoms again.

Cheng Jia went on a private server, but brought two carriages, a few small servants, and four guards. Ling Qingyu's teeth were itchy. Who is it to follow who is safe! You go to the Chu king's fief to check Yintian, I don't know how many people are asking you for trouble!

For the sake of silver! I will endure! Ling Qingyu clenched his fists again and said to the outside: "Thirteen, go slower!" See who can stand it!

It’s just that no matter how slow she is, she has to count the time. It’s really impossible to get through the process. She walks slowly on the road. He plays the flute. He sleeps in the wild at night. He will burn incense and play the piano. If you enter the inn , I came to Ling Qingyu to talk about Dashan, and the whole thing was an outing.

On this day, at the wrong time to enter the city, the motorcade camped on the hills beside the official road.

Ying Thirteen went hunting, Su Mu and Xie Saburo lit a bonfire, and Cheng Jia's guards went to find water.

Han Mian walked over to Ling Qingyu and sat down, and said with a smile: "Master, we can't afford time."

Ling Qingyu looked at the sky and said depressed: "I know, tomorrow will speed up. I have to get out of the sea as soon as possible. A Zhao is waiting for me to come back and get married."

"Alright, it's not a problem that you are always dragging like this." Han Mian nodded.

"Who are you married to?" Cheng Jia suddenly appeared behind her holding the qin and frightened Ling Qingyu, and looked around for Yan San.

"Your guard seems to have gone hunting too," Cheng Jia smiled slightly and asked, "Are you going to marry Yang Zhao?"

"What does it matter to you?" Ling Qingyu looked at him warily and asked.

"Yes," Cheng Jia looked up at the starry sky, and said, "The stars are good tonight."

Sitting on the ground, Cheng Jiaxiang didn't burn anymore, put the piano on his lap, gently plucked the strings, and then asked, "Does the master want to hear anything?"

"High mountains and flowing water." As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Qingyu burst into tears in his heart. Cheng Jia’s piano art was unparalleled, and he became addicted to listening. Although he knew that this must be Cheng Jia’s trick, as long as Cheng Jiayi In this posture, Ling Qingyu couldn't help but get the bait. In this era when entertainment is impossible to go with him, listening to his piano is indeed a wonderful enjoyment.

"Okay." Cheng Jia lowered her head, flicked her finger, and a gurgling mountain stream came.

Hearing the sound of the piano in the forest again, Yan San frowned slightly, and then said to Yingshi: "You continue to follow, but don't come close, you are not their opponent."

"Don't we care?" Yingshi asked.

"I don't care, this is Honglou's own business." Yan San lowered his eyes and said.

"But if you go back, San Ye, you must be the host of the Red Mansion." Ying Shi's voice was slightly urgent.

"Humph." Yan San sneered, and said: "Yingshi, you have to be clear, who are we now, the place in the Red Mansion, is better than the house in charge?"

Ying Shi was silent for a moment and said: "I know, I will definitely not let the Red Mansions affect the master."

"Yingshi, you still don't follow them, go back to Hangzhou." Yan Sandao.

"Why?" Ying Shi asked, puzzled.

"The fight between them won't happen for a while, you call Yinger back, and this time we will go out to sea together." Yan San turned around and left.

Yingshi was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Hidden in the woods, Yan San looked at Ling Qingyu who had been sitting next to Cheng Jia, with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth. Gu Sui wanted the world and Yang Zhao was responsible, but I, Yan San, only had her.

After playing the third song, Cheng Jia shook his finger in front of Ling Qingyu's addicted eyes, and then said: "One song is one thousand taels, now there are three songs."

"what?"

"Isn't the master said that Jia is an art dealer? Jia is relatively poor now, but She can't afford it." Cheng Jia laughed.

"You, you!" Ling Qingyu gritted his teeth, profiteer! Absolute profiteer! Then he took out three silver tickets from his purse and patted them in his hand, and said, "Huh! I will never listen again!"

Ling Qingyu walked away angrily. Seeing Cheng Jia holding the bank note in his hand looked very happy, Han Yan shook his head unconsciously and said, "Brother Cheng, what is this?"

"Well, in fact, acting is also good!" Cheng Jia laughed.

Before he laughed, the big raindrops fell.