Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

In the early morning, a thin mist rises in the mountains, and drops of morning dew hang on the green branches and buds on the mountains. When the sun peeks out from behind the clouds, it reflects colorful rays of light.

In front of Heishuiguan, one man and two horses stood quietly with 10,000 iron knights. The red cloak was flying in the wind, and the spear reflected the cold light.

"Be careful!" Ling Qingyu brushed the morning dew on Yang Zhao's cloak, stepped back and said: "I'll wait for you to come back!"

A smile floated from the corner of his mouth, Yang Zhao pulled her over, lowered his head and kissed her lips gently, and said in a low voice, "Okay, you must be back!"

Putting on the helmet, turning on his horse, Yang Zhao took a spear in his hand, and the Yang character flag in the front of the team was raised high, and it slammed in the wind, and the front team started slowly.

Ling Qingyu ran up to the gate. With the sound of horses' hoofs, the ten thousand iron riders walked out of the gate slowly and quietly. The morning sun shone on the leader, and the red armor-flying cloak brought the slender and tall body. Rin's meaning.

The corners of Ling Qingyu’s eyes were a little wet. Before dawn, the armor she wore for him, breastplate, leg armor, arm armor, she was familiar with all the details of his body, his body, his hands, and his straight and slender legs. After his various expressions, he was tender and apologetic, but today, the touch rose from the bottom of my heart, and the tears from the corners of her eyes fell drop by drop. It turns out that this is the real Yang Zhao. The people have gone far. The door of Heishuiguan closed heavily, and Alan stabbed and stared at Ling Qingyu in front of him and said, "Girl, shall we go to worship God?"

"Huh?" Ling Qingyu retracted his gaze and looked at Alan suspiciously.

"I heard Qin Yuanxiang say that every time Li Yan went to the battlefield, she would go to a temple to worship, and then Li Yan would be fine every time." Alan whispered.

Ling Qingyu was taken aback for a moment. God, yeah, there should be a god, right? He glanced at the empty mountain road again, nodded and said, "Okay, where is it?"

"It's called Sanhuang Temple. It's not far away. It's about a hundred miles in Fanzhi County. Let's go on horseback and get back at night." Alan looked at the sky and said.

If he wants to wait at home like this, he still doesn’t know how to be anxious, but he is going to the battlefield, no matter how worried he is, he can’t follow. It’s better to find something to do, Ling Qingyu nodded and said: "Alright, come and have a look. ."

"The owner!" He Li stepped forward and blocked Ling Qingyu. He thought that once the fight started, Heishuiguan Pass would also be a battlefield. It would not be safe to keep her here in the big camp. Seeing Ling Qingyu looking up suspiciously, he smiled. : "Don't worry, the general will be fine. If you want to go to Fanzhi County, you still need to bring more people."

Ling Qingyu smiled and shook his head and said: "We and Ying Jiu didn't win eyes. We took them with them. People would know at a glance. On the contrary, it would be easy to cause trouble. If it's okay, we will go to the fragrance and come back. In a few days, Yan Qi They should be there too."

The last **** wedding let the people of Daixian know about Yang Zhao’s wife, but Ling Qingyu has never been out to socialize, so the people of Daixian don’t actually recognize what she looks like. At this time, people in Daixian brought their relatives with fanfare. Instead, the guards left labeling themselves.

"Wang Zuo, Kang family, you take ten people to change clothes and go with the head of the house." He Li turned around and ordered, then turned around and said to Ling Qingyu: "It's better to be careful." At this time, they can't get off, Yan Qi They are not here. "Ting'an, have all the scouts been released?" He Li asked when Ling Qingyu, who was downstairs, got on his horse under Ying Jiu's service, brought the guards who had changed their clothes and walked away.

"We have all gone out. The people led by the high school lieutenant should be able to cross the mountain today. Those people must have never thought that we are also divided into two groups." Yin Tingan replied, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Brother Li, we really Can I just wait like this?"

"Let's wait for Shuozhou to dispatch troops. After Shuozhou dispatches troops, we will be famous when we go out." He Li regained his gaze and turned to the direction of Shuozhou, saying: "Tell my brothers to be prepared and ready to fight at any time!"

"Yes!"

After being taught by Yang Zhao for so long, and now finally able to easily ride a horse trot on the overfilled trail by himself, Ling Qingyu's thoughts drifted away.

This time the Great Week of the war seems to have lost money. The Zhao Jiajun system has a leader of 400,000 people, and the logistics personnel are only one or two hundred thousand, right? How much money does this have to waste? I'm afraid it is necessary to have tens of millions of coins. Even the empress of Heishuiguan will pay last year's military salary this time and give another one million. Is it just that the current national strength of Da Zhou can afford it? What if you lose? The Song Dynasty in my memory has never won much.

Bah, baah! Ling Qingyu spit, he will definitely win, then Zhao Yinfeng of the Zhao family is said to be a fierce general. The Zhao family’s fierce general is like a cloud, you must fight hard! Let my A Zhao just go to beaten soy sauce!

Although it was riding a horse, it was already noon when I ran to the Sanhuang Temple at the speed of Ling Qingyu and Alan. The temple was large in size and the incense was very busy. I was encountering a temple fair and the people in front of the temple were very busy.

Ying Jiu tied the horses and bought joss sticks and other things. Fang accompanied Ling Qingyu and Alan into the temple, while Wang Zuo and other guards were waiting outside the temple.

Kneeling on the futon, Ling Qingyu begged the gods on the seat to bless Yang Zhao to come back peacefully during this trip with unprecedented piety. After praying, they put incense and gave money to the charity, then kowtowed the incense along all the temples, Fang and Alan walked out.

There are many small stalls outside the temple. In addition to the incense candle stalls, there are also stalls selling handicrafts and food. Smelling the scent, Ling Qingyu and Alan looked at each other, and their stomachs groaned.

In order to see off in the morning, I just ate some porridge with Yang Zhao. It's noon now, so it's no wonder that I'm hungry. Ling Qingyu and Alan walked to the side stall next to him, beckoning Wang Zuo and the others to eat together.

"Get away! Get away!" A team of convoys came from the official road, and a dozen fast horses galloped in front of them, shouting loudly, while waving their whips to drive away the crowds in front of the temple. Many people couldn't escape and fell to the ground. Was pumped wildly.

Wang Zuo and others immediately put down the bowl and grasped the handle of the knife. Although this place is at the junction of Hedong Road and Hebei Road, it still belongs to the sphere of influence of Heishuiguan. There are people here who can be so rampant?

"Wait!" Ling Qingyu shouted in a low voice, and then stared at the approaching team. During those days in Bianjing, he still knew some things, such as the royal logo on the carriage.

"Let's go, Wang Zuo, go lead the horse first, don't disturb them." Putting the bowl down, Ling Qingyu whispered.

"Yes." Wang Zuo replied, took his guards and quietly left the noodle stall. He walked around and led the horse. There were a lot of people from the other side. It seems that the posture is not ordinary people, although they are not in the black water pass. I would be afraid of anyone, but after all, Ling Qingyu and Alan were there, and safety was the first priority.

After more than a dozen fierce guards cleared the road in front of the temple, the motorcade stopped in front of the temple, and a servant knelt down in front of the carriage, letting the person who came out of the carriage stepped on his back and got out of the carriage.

The person who came down was dressed in a red python robe, with a nice face in his early twenties, but his eyes were black with a little blue.

Looking at the glamorous woman who then came out of the carriage, Alan whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear: "This person is too drunk and his body is hollowed out."

"Will you die early?" Ling Qingyu also asked in a low voice.

"It's impossible to live long anyway." Alan snorted softly.

Seeing that Wang Zuo had already led the horse on the opposite side, Ling Qingyu said: "Leave him to death, let's go, be careful."

Ying Jiu put the copper coin on the table and stood up first, holding his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Seeing that the pedestrian was about to enter the temple gate, Ling Qingyu also stood up. As soon as they entered, he went to meet with Wang Zuo and went back immediately. I am afraid that this person is the second prince of the prison army, the son of the concubine Wang. It's just that during this kind of battle, Ling Qingyu still brought a beauty to play, and Ling Qingyu didn't feel angry, and gave him a fierce look.

As if sensing her gaze, the second prince who was about to step into the temple stopped and turned around to look over.

Ying Jiu fiercely pulled Ling Qingyu away, and the people sitting at the table next to them flew out, and Jian Guang pointed at the second prince and the crowd with a cold light.

In the early morning, a thin mist rises in the mountains, and drops of morning dew hang on the green branches and buds on the mountains. When the sun peeks out from behind the clouds, it reflects colorful rays of light.

In front of Heishuiguan, one man and two horses stood quietly with 10,000 iron knights. The red cloak was flying in the wind, and the spear reflected the cold light.

"Be careful!" Ling Qingyu brushed the morning dew on Yang Zhao's cloak, stepped back and said: "I'll wait for you to come back!"

A smile floated from the corner of his mouth, Yang Zhao pulled her over, lowered his head and kissed her lips gently, and said in a low voice, "Okay, you must be back!"

Putting on the helmet, turning on his horse, Yang Zhao took a spear in his hand, and the Yang character flag in the front of the team was raised high, and it slammed in the wind, and the front team started slowly.

Ling Qingyu ran up to the gate. With the sound of horses' hoofs, the ten thousand iron riders walked out of the gate slowly and quietly. The morning sun shone on the leader, and the red armor-flying cloak brought the slender and tall body. Rin's meaning.

The corners of Ling Qingyu’s eyes were a little wet. Before dawn, the armor she wore for him, breastplate, leg armor, arm armor, she was familiar with all the details of his body, his body, his hands, and his straight and slender legs. After his various expressions, he was tender and apologetic, but today, the touch rose from the bottom of my heart, and the tears from the corners of her eyes fell drop by drop. It turns out that this is the real Yang Zhao. The people have gone far. The door of Heishuiguan closed heavily, and Alan stabbed and stared at Ling Qingyu in front of him and said, "Girl, shall we go to worship God?"

"Huh?" Ling Qingyu retracted his gaze and looked at Alan suspiciously.

"I heard Qin Yuanxiang say that every time Li Yan went to the battlefield, she would go to a temple to worship, and then Li Yan would be fine every time." Alan whispered.

Ling Qingyu was taken aback for a moment. God, yeah, there should be a god, right? He glanced at the empty mountain road again, nodded and said, "Okay, where is it?"

"It's called Sanhuang Temple. It's not far away. It's about a hundred miles in Fanzhi County. Let's go on horseback and get back at night." Alan looked at the sky and said.

If he wants to wait at home like this, he still doesn’t know how to be anxious, but he is going to the battlefield, no matter how worried he is, he can’t follow. It’s better to find something to do, Ling Qingyu nodded and said: "Alright, come and have a look. ."

"The owner!" He Li stepped forward and blocked Ling Qingyu. He thought that once the fight started, Heishuiguan Pass would also be a battlefield. It would not be safe to keep her here in the big camp. Seeing Ling Qingyu looking up suspiciously, he smiled. : "Don't worry, the general will be fine. If you want to go to Fanzhi County, you still need to bring more people."

Ling Qingyu smiled and shook his head and said: "We and Ying Jiu didn't win eyes. We took them with them. People would know at a glance. On the contrary, it would be easy to cause trouble. If it's okay, we will go to the fragrance and come back. In a few days, Yan Qi They should be there too."

The last **** wedding let the people of Daixian know about Yang Zhao’s wife, but Ling Qingyu has never been out to socialize, so the people of Daixian don’t actually recognize what she looks like. At this time, people in Daixian brought their relatives with fanfare. Instead, the guards left labeling themselves.

"Wang Zuo, Kang family, you take ten people to change clothes and go with the head of the house." He Li turned around and ordered, then turned around and said to Ling Qingyu: "It's better to be careful." At this time, they can't get off, Yan Qi They are not here.

"Ting'an, have all the scouts been released?" He Li asked when Ling Qingyu, who was downstairs, got on his horse under Ying Jiu's service, brought the guards who had changed their clothes and walked away.

"We have all gone out. The people led by the high school lieutenant should be able to cross the mountain today. Those people must have never thought that we are also divided into two groups." Yin Tingan replied, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Brother Li, we really Can I just wait like this?"

"Let's wait for Shuozhou to dispatch troops. After Shuozhou dispatches troops, we will be famous when we go out." He Li regained his gaze and turned to the direction of Shuozhou, saying: "Tell my brothers to be prepared and ready to fight at any time!"

"Yes!"

After being taught by Yang Zhao for so long, and now finally able to easily ride a horse trot on the overfilled trail by himself, Ling Qingyu's thoughts drifted away.

This time the Great Week of the war seems to have lost money. The Zhao Jiajun system has a leader of 400,000 people, and the logistics personnel are only one or two hundred thousand, right? How much money does this have to waste? I'm afraid it is necessary to have tens of millions of coins. Even the empress of Heishuiguan will pay last year's military salary this time and give another one million. Is it just that the current national strength of Da Zhou can afford it? What if you lose? The Song Dynasty in my memory has never won much.

Bah, baah! Ling Qingyu spit, he will definitely win, then Zhao Yinfeng of the Zhao family is said to be a fierce general. The Zhao family’s fierce general is like a cloud, you must fight hard! Let my A Zhao just go to beaten soy sauce!

Although it was riding a horse, it was already noon when I ran to the Sanhuang Temple at the speed of Ling Qingyu and Alan. The temple was large in size and the incense was very busy. I was encountering a temple fair and the people in front of the temple were very busy.

Ying Jiu tied the horses and bought joss sticks and other things. Fang accompanied Ling Qingyu and Alan into the temple, while Wang Zuo and other guards were waiting outside the temple.

Kneeling on the futon, Ling Qingyu begged the gods on the seat to bless Yang Zhao to come back peacefully during this trip with unprecedented piety. After praying, they put incense and gave money to the charity, then kowtowed the incense along all the temples, Fang and Alan walked out.

There are many small stalls outside the temple. In addition to the incense candle stalls, there are also stalls selling handicrafts and food. Smelling the scent, Ling Qingyu and Alan looked at each other, and their stomachs groaned.

In order to see off in the morning, I just ate some porridge with Yang Zhao. It's noon now, so it's no wonder that I'm hungry. Ling Qingyu and Alan walked to the side stall next to him, beckoning Wang Zuo and the others to eat together.

"Get away! Get away!" A team of convoys came from the official road, and a dozen fast horses galloped in front of them, shouting loudly, while waving their whips to drive away the crowds in front of the temple. Many people couldn't escape and fell to the ground. Was pumped wildly.

Wang Zuo and others immediately put down the bowl and grasped the handle of the knife. Although this place is at the junction of Hedong Road and Hebei Road, it still belongs to the sphere of influence of Heishuiguan. There are people here who can be so rampant?

"Wait!" Ling Qingyu shouted in a low voice, and then stared at the approaching team. During those days in Bianjing, he still knew some things, such as the royal logo on the carriage.

"Let's go, Wang Zuo, go lead the horse first, don't disturb them." Putting the bowl down, Ling Qingyu whispered.

"Yes." Wang Zuo replied, took his guards and quietly left the noodle stall. He walked around and led the horse. There were a lot of people from the other side. It seems that the posture is not ordinary people, although they are not in the black water pass. I would be afraid of anyone, but after all, Ling Qingyu and Alan were there, and safety was the first priority.

After more than a dozen fierce guards cleared the road in front of the temple, the motorcade stopped in front of the temple, and a servant knelt down in front of the carriage, letting the person who came out of the carriage stepped on his back and got out of the carriage.

The person who came down was dressed in a red python robe, with a nice face in his early twenties, but his eyes were black with a little blue.

Looking at the glamorous woman who then came out of the carriage, Alan whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear: "This person is too drunk and his body is hollowed out."

"Will you die early?" Ling Qingyu also asked in a low voice.

"It's impossible to live long anyway." Alan snorted softly.

Seeing that Wang Zuo had already led the horse on the opposite side, Ling Qingyu said: "Leave him to death, let's go, be careful."

Ying Jiu put the copper coin on the table and stood up first, holding his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Seeing that the pedestrian was about to enter the temple gate, Ling Qingyu also stood up. As soon as they entered, he went to meet with Wang Zuo and went back immediately. I am afraid that this person is the second prince of the prison army, the son of the concubine Wang. It's just that during this kind of battle, Ling Qingyu still brought a beauty to play, and Ling Qingyu didn't feel angry, and gave him a fierce look.

As if sensing her gaze, the second prince who was about to step into the temple stopped and turned around to look over.

Ying Jiu fiercely pulled Ling Qingyu away, and the people sitting at the table next to them flew out, and Jian Guang pointed at the second prince and the crowd with a cold light.