Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The newcomer dressed in red came out, and suddenly there was fireworks outside, and there was noise.

This time Yan San stopped staring, and held Ling Qingyu's hand tightly. No matter who came to toast, he would drink two glasses in a row. People who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to get him drunk all came up, Yan San came. Don't refuse, just don't let Ling Qingyu drink.

"San Ye, are you still a human being?" Someone yelled, and after drinking so much, why did Yan San's eyes become brighter and brighter?

"Asshole, look down on the third master, come on, third master, I will toast you a drink!"

Watching Yan San step by step and one water stain mark, Yan Qi said to the kid next to him: "Watch it, you have to learn this technique as a groom."

No one was answering, Yan Qi looked sideways, Ying Jiuzheng looked at the two with her lips enviously, and muttered: "Yes, I'm afraid you don't have the chance to be the groom."

The drums became more intense, and Soum sang the blessing song at the wedding banquet in his hometown.

Rao Shi Yan San's internal strength was astonishing, and he couldn't resist thousands of people taking turns to battle, and was finally overwhelmed by Ling Qingyu.

"Who dare to disturb my bridal night! Be careful I deduct his salary!" Ling Qingyu hugged Yan San's waist and smiled.

Everyone laughed, and once Yan San's face was red with a soft smile, it was enough for the whole life.

Putting Yan San down on the bed, everyone in the room retreated out of interest and closed the door.

The sky is still noisy outside, and huge fireworks burst into the sky from time to time, adding fire trees and silver flowers to the starry sky.

But the room was quiet, only a small burst of red candles.

Ling Qingyu took a veil dipped in cold water and put it on Yan San's forehead, then helped him up and said, "Yan San, come, drink some sober soup."

After taking a few sips with Ling Qingyu's hand, Yan San got an itchy throat and held it back. He took the spittoon placed aside and vomited faintly.

Ling Qingyu touched his back and said with a heartache: "There are so many of them, you are honest, it should be like normal."

Yan San took her hand, rinsed her mouth with the sober soup, turned over and lay on the bed, shook her hand, and said, "Today, even if I die drunk, I will not refuse." Those blessings, today How could he refuse, wishing to say as much as possible.

Ling Qingyu helped him take off his coat and loosened the collar to make him more comfortable.

Yan San’s eyes have been moving with her movements, and there is a layer of mist in those eyes, no longer the coldness of the past, the skin is red because of the moisturizing of alcohol, as if it has a layer of water and light. The body seemed more attractive.

His eyes seemed to have hooks, Ling Qingyu couldn't help but smile: "You are so drunk today. It's better to go to bed earlier. We will have a long day."

"I want a long time to come," Yan San pulled her, grabbed her lips and bit her, and muttered in her mouth: "There must be no less flowers in the bridal chamber."

"Still so energetic, come, get up and drink a cup of wine." Ling Qingyu patted him.

On the table there was a cup made of jade. Yan San sat up and picked up the cup seriously, holding one end by himself and the other by Ling Qingyu. The two looked at each other and smiled, raising the cup, and sip it lightly. A bite.

Putting the Heyan Cup back, Yan Sanyi waved his hand, palm wind passed, the red candle went out, the window was closed, and even the door latch was put on.

"If you don't believe me after telling you, even if Yan San is dead drunk, he won't let you have the opportunity to listen to the corner." Yan Qi smiled to the annoyed men.

"But today I saw the third master drunk, it's worth it."

"Walk around, let's continue drinking."

After the people who squatted on the corner, climbed on the wall, and hid behind the flowers all left, looking at the deserted courtyard, Yan Qi jumped onto the roof, watching the bright lights below the mountain, and listening to it coming from far away. Some ethereal singing, buried his head between his arms placed on his knees.

Yan San was drunk and drunk for two days. When he reappeared, he returned to the faint smile on the corners of his mouth, but his eyes always looked like coldly patrolling the past, only when he looked at Ling Qingyu, Changed into a thick and indelible tenderness and affection.

He has never expressed his feelings so clearly, but no one dares to tease him in this way. It is only right to be drunk while getting married, and to tease the third master at other times, it is because he feels impatient to live. Up.

Three days later, Ling Qingyu finished handling the matter and announced that he was going to spend their honeymoon, and went to an uninhabited island with Yan San and two.

There was no one else on the island. Yan San cut down the tree to build a small wooden house, built a stove with stones outside, made a wooden barrel by himself, and went to the depths of the island to pick up fresh water and filled it with buckets. Fresh water, go to the tree to pick fruit, go to the island to hunt, and go to the sea to catch fish.

Ling Qingyu just lay on the beach and continued reading her book, occasionally molesting Yan San's body in shorts.

If the lewdness reaches a certain level, Yan San will lose what she is holding and catch her in a goblin fight. After experiencing all the postures on the **** book brought by Ling Qingyu, Ling Qingyu takes out the eighteenth style of the Dragon Yang. .

There is no day or night, there are only two people between heaven and earth.

In such a hurry, when the hull of the Fengshen appeared in the open sea, Ling Qingyu realized that a month had passed.

Back in Lingjia Village, it was another busy few days, allocating cargo on the route, and gathering spices from Sanfo Qizhenla and other places.

"Rahm, you will run the next big week again, and after loading the goods, go directly to Zhu Luo." Ling Qingyu said.

"I want to be with you." Ram hesitated.

"Well, next year, next year, you will run the Zhuluo line for Sanjay." Ling Qingyu looked at the map and said.

"Well, why next year?" Ram asked.

"Next year we will go to the Cape of Good Hope and we will go to Europe." Ling Qingyu pointed to the map.

"Why do you go to the ocean?" the people in the room became excited and asked.

"There are not the places where we ran, and the knights over there are not vegetarians. We will go after our cannons are loaded on the boat." Ling Qingyu smiled.

"That's OK, count me!"

"I!"

"I!"

"Okay, okay, then we will form a fleet to scour the boss." Ling Qingyu calmed the excited crowd and said, "Is there anything else you don't understand?"

"No more."

"Okay, then I hope everyone is full again this time!" Ling Qingyu said.

"Yes!"

In mid-February, the fully loaded fleet set off separately.

"Did you think about it? How many tributes to bring back?" Ling Qingyu asked the two frowning angels again.

Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi looked at the manifest with their arms folded. Cheng Jia asked, "Is the fragrance of Dazhou still in short supply?"

"Should not? I asked Ram to bring a batch of dumping this time." Ling Qingyu smiled harmlessly.

"Then bring some advanced ones, the number doesn't need to be so many, just medium." Cheng Jiadao.

"Then let's set out in five days. Where else do you want to go, beauties who want to hook up, do it as soon as possible!" After receiving the goods, Ling Qingyu left.

When the Fengshen returned to Quanzhou, it was in March of March.

Fan Ye heard that Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi had returned, and they had no time to wear their shoes, and rushed over from Fuzhou on horseback.

If this spice doesn’t come, it won’t come at all. Once you come, the foreign merchants will come here in a big way. They came twice in a few months. As a result, the price of incense plummeted. Then, the messenger who had no news for a long time actually Also came back.

Seeing hundreds of people going out and less than 20 people coming back, Fan Ye only felt sour in his eyes and choked with Cheng Jia's hand.

"Don't be sad, Xuan Zhi and I are back, you should be happy." Cheng Jia patted his hand.

"I'm just happy. I thought you two were also in trouble. Your father is already sick in bed." Fan Ye wiped away his tears and said, "This time the Xie family is so bold and reckless. You must ask the court to punish you. ."

Hearing that his father fell ill, Cheng Jia was a little anxious, and said, "This will naturally be done, but we still have to rush back to Bianjing to restore the decree as soon as possible. The tribute brought back this time will trouble Brother Fan."

Fan Ye sighed, "It really is the son of Bianjing."

"We were able to escape this time thanks to the Ling family." Wang Xuanzhi said beside.

"Really? Let me just say it. Fortunately, you are following Ling's boat." Fan Ye said.

"The Ling's family was also seriously injured this time, so I ask Brother Fan to take care of it." Cheng Jia bowed his hands and said.

"That's natural, I have always respected Master Ling." Fan Ye said sternly.

After sending off the mission here, Ling Qingyu turned around and went back to the small courtyard that hadn't been back for many years, and met Ding Budong.

"This time the price of spices is said to have fallen sharply, but in fact it is only returning to the original level. We have many types, many of which are medicines and seasonings. Dazhou has been using more and more in this regard. These low-end products On the contrary, some of them are better sold, and the price has not been affected much. Therefore, we kept a half of the goods that Ram came this time and sold them through Zheng Xi." Ding Budong Road.

Ling Qingyu nodded, Zheng Xi and Cai Jingfang have now changed the way. Instead of opening large shops in big cities, they have turned to terminal retail. There are many small shops under the villages and towns, specializing in doing business with people in the village. You can get a bucket of rice. A piece of cloth was exchanged for what they needed, and those large amounts of seasonings and medicinal spices were scattered silently.

"Some tea hills have been newly purchased here on Fujian Road. They have not yet been registered, do you see who is in charge?" Ding Budong asked.

"Yan Qi, you send me a letter to Cheng Jia to see if he is gone? If he doesn't leave, give me a name." Ling Qingyu handed the letter to Yan Qi and said.

"Yes." Yan Qi took the deed and turned and went out.

"I haven't congratulated the master," Ding Budong looked up at Yan San standing behind her, and smiled: "Congratulations Sanye too."

"Thank you, thank you." Ling Qingyu suddenly smiled and said, "I want him to toast you tonight." Ding Budong is an old man left behind by his father and an uncle.

"Hehe, if your parents know that you are married, they still don't know how to be happy." Ding Budong smiled while stroking his beard. I was always worried that Ling Qingyu was so old and hadn't heard anything. Now he is finally well, and he can give an explanation to Big Brother Lin.

"We're going to Wuyi Mountain with Shifang in a few days." Ling Qingyu smiled, and then returned to the business, saying: "Those gold and silver, let Ding Dong send to Hangzhou, and other goods that need to pass can also be shipped together. ."

Ding Budong nodded, although he had some doubts in his mind why he went to Wuyi Mountain, he did not ask after all.