Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

After the three-day celebration, Ling Qingyu and Yang Zhao left Bianjing.

There is still snow on the official road, and there is a bleak winter color in the distance, and the distant sound of the piano floats in the air in the middle of the sky, with a hint of farewell.

Ling Qingyu took out a document from the dark box on the car, and then asked Ying Thirteen to stop the car, opened the door and jumped out of the carriage. Yang Zhao chased down, tied the bigcloak to her, and then looked at Cheng Jia who was burning incense and playing the piano in the pavilion beside the official road.

"I'll just say a few words to him, and wait for me." Standing on tiptoe and kissing Yang Zhao's lips, Ling Qingyu lifted the skirt corner and walked towards the pavilion.

Seeing that her complexion was surprisingly good, she was not sick at all as she should have been after being drenched in soup and frozen for two hours on a snowy day, Cheng Jiaxin just fell down, and then poured a cup of freshly ordered tea from the small table next to her. To her.

"This is for you." Ling Qingyu took the tea and drank it dry, and handed him the documents in his hand.

It was the land deed of that villa Meilin. Cheng Jia smiled and raised her head and asked, "Is it really not going to come again?"

"It's better not to come again," Ling Qingyu sat down on the mat in front of him, pointed to the teapot and said with a smile, "If I come again, it won't be like the previous two times. So, it's better not to Come again."

"Oh?" Cheng Jia raised his eyebrows, and the ending tone dragged the old man.

Ling Qingyu lowered his eyes and blew the tea that Cheng Jiaxin poured to her, saying: "I have already told her, we will never bow our heads to anyone in the future. If we continue to provoke, even if we accompany all our lives, I Will have to fight back."

Cheng Jia's eyes were deep. He knew that Yang Zhao had looked for the old generals. When passing by his father's study yesterday, he just heard the visiting Wei Guogong talk about Yang Zhao's visit to his door. At that time, Wei Guogong shook his head and said, unexpectedly. Kneeling for a woman, what is the future of such a man? At that time, he was so shocked that the book in his hand was dropped and he didn't know how much he had to love her for someone like Yang Zhao to do this for her? In this way, she understands the things she did for him. This woman always pays you three inches after you treat her an inch. So what kind of world they will open up after they go to Fanwai, I really want to see Take a look!

"Okay, I'm leaving, you should take care of yourself, take care of yourself, Alan said that your body is a little weak, it should be that you have not been treated well when you were young, this is the medicated diet she gave you." Ling Qingyu said again. A few pieces of paper were placed in front of Cheng Jia, then he got up, turned and walked down the kiosk to the carriage, and then waved back to him before getting into the carriage.

The carriage began to accelerate. After a while, the sound of Qingyuan's piano became misty, and after a while, it was completely inaudible.

Ling Qingyu leaned in Yang Zhao's arms, yawned, found a comfortable place in his arms, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Seeing the peaceful sleep of the person in his arms, Yang Zhao gave her the exudation that was blown away by the wind just after getting off the car, a warm feeling spread from his heart until it filled the entire chest.

He galloped back with He Li as soon as the dynasty was over. He stood at the gate of the courtyard and heard Alan’s words. There was a chill in his heart. There was only one thought in his heart, why didn’t he die on the battlefield in the autumn of the year he came back? At that time, Ling Qingyu thought he had been engaged to someone else and gave up on him. If she died then, she would not be sad, nor would she have the following things. She could wander happily in the four seas with Yan San at that time. The grief and self-blame directly vomited blood out. If Ying Jiu hadn't entered, he would have died like that, dying in her body, and would never bring her hurt or pain again.

But the next day, Ling Qingyu, who woke up, went to the door to pick him up, and then said that I love you. She said that in the future we will no longer bow our heads and we will bear everything together.

"If Zhao can't hold up a piece of heaven and earth for you, what's the use of it?" Yang Zhao smiled faintly, his brows were full of tenderness.

The people from the Red Chamber gathered by Yan Qi's men sneaked into Bianjing a few days later. Not long after, Princess Huayang got a very useful **** essential oil from the palace. After using it, **** would become It is extremely comfortable and has a sense of ****, Princess Huayang fell in love with the use, and also rewarded several ladies close to her. At the same time, this essential oil also quietly entered the Yuanhou mansion in Ninghou Town, Weiguogong Town, and circulated from the three backyards to the ladies of each other.

The effect of essential oils is obvious. It can make people's libido rise and be at their peak all night and all night, but such a demand is definitely not a man can meet, and with the increase of time and amount of use, this demand It will become more and more intense, Princess Huayang began to find all kinds of men to enter the palace, not even the guards in the palace, and people are getting thinner and thinner, and finally to the level of skinny, no longer the original beauty. color.

Of course, these are all things to do.

When passing the Taihang Mountains, there was heavy snow, and the mountain roads were difficult to navigate, and Ling Qingyu and Alan were greedy for the snow-covered mountains, and the convoy slowed down.

The mountain road that I crossed this day was opened on the mountainside. The road is not wide. One side is a deep valley and the other is a straight mountain wall. The road is piled with thick snow, and the opposite mountain is surrounded by a thin mist. The mountains are so concealed as if they were real.

He Li took the guards and got off their horses to sweep the snow ahead. Ling Qingyu and Alan got out of the carriage and stood on the side of the road to watch the crystal clear ice hanging on the branches shining brightly in the sun.

"It's so beautiful!" Ling Qingyu sighed with squinting eyes. The wind on the mountain was a bit strong, and it gave a cold feeling on her face, which made her tighten the mink fur collar.

"It's too cold, go in." Alan rubbed his hands and said with a sigh of relief.

"You go in first, I'll take a look again," Ling Qingyu smiled and said, looking up at the progress of snow sweeping, "It's rare to see such a beautiful scenery."

"You have walked so many places, but the beauty is still missing?" Alan looked at the valley and said.

"I remember someone said that when people are traveling, the picture is the beauty that changes every moment. I remember someone said that it is impossible for people to cross the same river at the same time." Ling Qingyu raised his brow slightly and smiled. Look at Alan Road.

Alan pondered for a moment and said, "Does it mean time? Even at the same place, because the time is different, the water flowing through is actually not the original one?"

"Really smart!" Ling Qingyu patted his hand lightly and said, "Yes, even if it is the same scenery, the time is different, the mood is different, and what you see in your eyes is different. In this world, nothing remains the same. Yes, as long as time goes by, everything is changing."

"Girl," Alan looked at Ling Qingyu with weird eyes, and said, "I sometimes think you are older than me."

"Hehe," Ling Qingyu chuckled and said, "If I said, I'm really older than you, do you believe it?" Because the two people are close in real age and have similar personalities, they can become such close friends, right?

"Maybe," Alan also smiled, and said, "I have handed over you, not your age."

"Alan, thank you for being there, thank you..." Ling Qingyu whispered. In this world, she was originally out of place, and she was even more disdainful of the lifestyles and ideas of those women, and she could not become the relationship with those girlfriends in her original world, but there are some things that can only be spoken by her girlfriends. As mentioned, if there is no Alan, after Yan San goes, she may not have survived.

"It's easy to talk," Alan laughed, and then said: "You promised my man!"

After the three-day celebration, Ling Qingyu and Yang Zhao left Bianjing.

There is still snow on the official road, and there is a bleak winter color in the distance, and the distant sound of the piano floats in the air in the middle of the sky, with a hint of farewell.

Ling Qingyu took out a document from the dark box on the car, and then asked Ying Thirteen to stop the car, opened the door and jumped out of the carriage. Yang Zhao chased down, tied the bigcloak to her, and then looked at Cheng Jia who was burning incense and playing the piano in the pavilion beside the official road.

"I'll just say a few words to him, and wait for me." Standing on tiptoe and kissing Yang Zhao's lips, Ling Qingyu lifted the skirt corner and walked towards the pavilion.

Seeing that her complexion was surprisingly good, she was not sick at all as she should have been after being drenched in soup and frozen for two hours on a snowy day, Cheng Jiaxin just fell down, and then poured a cup of freshly ordered tea from the small table next to her. To her.

"This is for you." Ling Qingyu took the tea and drank it dry, and handed him the documents in his hand.

It was the land deed of that villa Meilin. Cheng Jia smiled and raised her head and asked, "Is it really not going to come again?"

"It's better not to come again," Ling Qingyu sat down on the mat in front of him, pointed to the teapot and said with a smile, "If I come again, it won't be like the previous two times. So, it's better not to Come again."

"Oh?" Cheng Jia raised his eyebrows, and the ending tone dragged the old man.

Ling Qingyu lowered his eyes and blew the tea that Cheng Jiaxin poured to her, saying: "I have already told her, we will never bow our heads to anyone in the future. If we continue to provoke, even if we accompany all our lives, I Will have to fight back."

Cheng Jia's eyes were deep. He knew that Yang Zhao had looked for the old generals. When passing by his father's study yesterday, he just heard the visiting Wei Guogong talk about Yang Zhao's visit to his door. At that time, Wei Guogong shook his head and said, unexpectedly. Kneeling for a woman, what is the future of such a man? At that time, he was so shocked that the book in his hand was dropped and he didn't know how much he had to love her for someone like Yang Zhao to do this for her? In this way, she understands the things she did for him. This woman always pays you three inches after you treat her an inch. So what kind of world they will open up after they go to Fanwai, I really want to see Take a look!

"Okay, I'm leaving, you should take care of yourself, take care of yourself, Alan said that your body is a little weak, it should be that you have not been treated well when you were young, this is the medicated diet she gave you." Ling Qingyu said again. A few pieces of paper were placed in front of Cheng Jia, then he got up, turned and walked down the kiosk to the carriage, and then waved back to him before getting into the carriage.

The carriage began to accelerate. After a while, the sound of Qingyuan's piano became misty, and after a while, it was completely inaudible.

Ling Qingyu leaned in Yang Zhao's arms, yawned, found a comfortable place in his arms, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

Seeing the peaceful sleep of the person in his arms, Yang Zhao gave her the exudation that was blown away by the wind just after getting off the car, a warm feeling spread from his heart until it filled the entire chest.

He galloped back with He Li as soon as the dynasty was over. He stood at the gate of the courtyard and heard Alan’s words. There was a chill in his heart. There was only one thought in his heart, why didn’t he die on the battlefield in the autumn of the year he came back? At that time, Ling Qingyu thought he had been engaged to someone else and gave up on him. If she died then, she would not be sad, nor would she have the following things. She could wander happily in the four seas with Yan San at that time. The grief and self-blame directly vomited blood out. If Ying Jiu hadn't entered, he would have died like that, dying in her body, and would never bring her hurt or pain again.

But the next day, Ling Qingyu, who woke up, went to the door to pick him up, and then said that I love you. She said that in the future we will no longer bow our heads and we will bear everything together.

"If Zhao can't hold up a piece of heaven and earth for you, what's the use of it?" Yang Zhao smiled faintly, his brows were full of tenderness.

The people from the Red Chamber gathered by Yan Qi's men sneaked into Bianjing a few days later. Not long after, Princess Huayang got a very useful **** essential oil from the palace. After using it, **** would become It is extremely comfortable and has a sense of ****, Princess Huayang fell in love with the use, and also rewarded several ladies close to her. At the same time, this essential oil also quietly entered the Yuanhou mansion in Ninghou Town, Weiguogong Town, and circulated from the three backyards to the ladies of each other.

The effect of essential oils is obvious. It can make people's libido rise and be at their peak all night and all night, but such a demand is definitely not a man can meet, and with the increase of time and amount of use, this demand It will become more and more intense, Princess Huayang began to find all kinds of men to enter the palace, not even the guards in the palace, and people are getting thinner and thinner, and finally to the level of skinny, no longer the original beauty. color.

Of course, these are all things to do.

When passing the Taihang Mountains, there was heavy snow, and the mountain roads were difficult to navigate, and Ling Qingyu and Alan were greedy for the snow-covered mountains, and the convoy slowed down.

The mountain road that I crossed this day was opened on the mountainside. The road is not wide. One side is a deep valley and the other is a straight mountain wall. The road is piled with thick snow, and the opposite mountain is surrounded by a thin mist. The mountains are so concealed as if they were real.

He Li took the guards and got off their horses to sweep the snow ahead. Ling Qingyu and Alan got out of the carriage and stood on the side of the road to watch the crystal clear ice hanging on the branches shining brightly in the sun.

"It's so beautiful!" Ling Qingyu sighed with squinting eyes. The wind on the mountain was a bit strong, and it gave a cold feeling on her face, which made her tighten the mink fur collar.

"It's too cold, go in." Alan rubbed his hands and said with a sigh of relief.

"You go in first, I'll take a look again," Ling Qingyu smiled and said, looking up at the progress of snow sweeping, "It's rare to see such a beautiful scenery."

"You have walked so many places, but the beauty is still missing?" Alan looked at the valley and said.

"I remember someone said that when people are traveling, the picture is the beauty that changes every moment. I remember someone said that it is impossible for people to cross the same river at the same time." Ling Qingyu raised his brow slightly and smiled. Look at Alan Road.

Alan pondered for a moment and said, "Does it mean time? Even at the same place, because the time is different, the water flowing through is actually not the original one?"

"Really smart!" Ling Qingyu patted his hand lightly and said, "Yes, even if it is the same scenery, the time is different, the mood is different, and what you see in your eyes is different. In this world, nothing remains the same. Yes, as long as time goes by, everything is changing."

"Girl," Alan looked at Ling Qingyu with weird eyes, and said, "I sometimes think you are older than me."

"Hehe," Ling Qingyu chuckled and said, "If I said, I'm really older than you, do you believe it?" Because the two people are close in real age and have similar personalities, they can become such close friends, right?

"Maybe," Alan also smiled, and said, "I have handed over you, not your age."

"Alan, thank you for being there, thank you..." Ling Qingyu whispered. In this world, she was originally out of place, and she was even more disdainful of the lifestyles and ideas of those women, and she could not become the relationship with those girlfriends in her original world, but there are some things that can only be spoken by her girlfriends. As mentioned, if there is no Alan, after Yan San goes, she may not have survived.

"It's easy to talk," Alan laughed, and then said: "You promised my man!"