Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

After listening to the report of Ying Thirteen, Yan Qi was both funny and happy. The funny thing was that he was as stupid as a pig. People didn’t know how to tell and dared to say that they loved her. Fortunately, Ling Qingyu didn’t accept any more. The meaning of newcomers.

Early in the morning of the second day, because they were going to mobilize the troops in Yuezhou, Xiao Se and the others had to ride on horseback, so they parted ways with Ling Qingyu and his party down the mountain.

Xiao Se's eyes looked at Ling Qingyu with soft eyes, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were affectionate. He was very beautiful, and such a tender and honeyed look made him as delicate and beautiful as a spring flower.

It was just that Ling Qingyu was only beating the drums in his heart, coughing clear, and said: "There are a lot of kings in the army, you have to be careful yourself, don't rush in."

"Yes, don't worry, give me a year, I will definitely be able to win Jinghu Road." Xiao Se smiled and said with crooked eyes. He remembered his first eruption when he was so happy that he couldn't help it. Later, he seemed to be fainted by the steam after doing it two more times. After waking up, Ling Qingyu's trace was gone. I was very frightened. Now that she was not angry and ignored him, does that mean that she actually likes him?

"It's getting late, you should hurry up!" Ling Qingyu pointed at the sun. What does this look mean, this kid? Could it be that yesterday's hard push made him fall to the head? Stupid people?

"Good!" Looking at her reluctantly again, Xiao Se galloped away with someone.

Walking from Hengzhou to Changsha City, the scenery on both sides is picturesque, but the fields are mostly barren. Half of the villages and towns passing by are empty. Looking at those villages, Ling Qingyu was silent.

Although those villages were burned, killed and looted by King Cheng's army, the troubled times that allowed Cheng Wang to rise up had its own elements in it, which made her conscience very uncomfortable.

"Qingyu, you are not so capable yet," Yan Qi hugged her in her arms, her purple lips with a sneer smile, and said: "With or without you, they will be messy and they will fight. Mr. Zhu found the king in April this year, and it was only three months later. How could the king gather 200,000 troops? It must have been prepared and thought. Since the dog emperor wanted to give the four princes, Chai Jinzhong He and Chai Jingchao are ready to do it. For this position, what does it matter how many people die? You don’t have to recite the sins they made themselves!"

Touching her hair gently with her hand, Yan Qi softened her voice and said: "If you really sympathize with them, harden your heart, Qingyu, only if you get this world can they stop being displaced and die, just like in Lingjia Village. It’s the same on Guangnan Road.” In addition to all the farmland on Guangnan Road that was redistributed by the Xie family, the wasteland was also given a very good policy. The government of the Ling family would provide loans for farm tools and seeds. The elderly have nursing homes, and children do not. Both men and women can go to school for free. The government regularly distributes some drugs, low taxes, and low corvee. The people there already regard her as a god.

My Goddess……

"Yan Qi, I'm afraid I can't do it. Actually speaking, I don't have much ability at all. Apart from making money, I don't know anything about it. You fight, Mr. Zhu's decree, including the unifying relations. I know, I'm afraid, because I don't know how to pretend to understand, and in the end I will kill everyone." Leaning on his chest, Ling Qingyu's voice was weak and weak.

"You once said," Yan Qi lowered her head and kissed her forehead lightly, and said: "The CEO only needs to take care of the people, set the direction and strategic goals, and let the appropriate hands complete the rest, do you remember? Now? It's the same. You tell us the goal and direction, and we will do it. Cheng Jia’s national policy has been set up, and Mr. Zhu, Han Xian, and the talents cultivated by the Ling Family Academy will be implemented in the future. As for fighting, then It was originally a man’s business, just follow along, and leave it to He Li and the others."

Ling Qingyu rubbed his head against his chin, thinking to himself, isn't that the way it is? In fact, I can only be regarded as a benchmark, rich, and then gather these people. The country cannot be governed by one person, but the head of a country is the person who determines the direction. You only need to grasp the direction. Most importantly, It is a good person.

The city of Changsha was originally built in the Han Dynasty and has been strengthened and expanded from generation to generation. Today, Changsha City is already a prosperous city comparable to Hangzhou, but it was before Cheng Wang attacked the city.

The spring rain is lingering, and the rain is wafting, so that there is more tenderness in the world.

Han Ziqing stood under the eaves and watched Yu Yu's brows frowned into Chuan.

"My lord," the butler cautiously called from behind, and said in a low voice: "There is not much food in the house, and the wife asked, if you want to reduce the amount, you can start with her first."

"Yeah." Han Ziqing nodded, and said: "If you want your wife to reduce those aunts first, the old lady still has to make sure."

The butler responded with a bow and retreated. When he left the official office, he saw the vice-general hurriedly walked into the official office with a man wrapped in a cloak, sighed, and walked to his mansion. The master hasn't been home for a long time, and I don't know the hard work of his wife at home. How can those aunts, especially the beloved Aunt Mei, the wife can reduce her expenses?

"My lord! My lord!" The lieutenant hurriedly walked into the official office, shouted all the way and rushed into the study behind him, and when he saw Han Ziqing standing under the eaves with a very bad look, he laughed and said, "My lord, good news, that becomes king. His granary was burned!"

Han Ziqing was startled first, then overjoyed, and asked excitedly: "Really? Who did it?"

"I did it." The lieutenant behind took a step forward, put down the hood of the cloak, and took off the cloak, with a faint cold color on a beautiful face like a human being, and said: "I am Ye Eleven of the Ling family. Come and help adults."

King Cheng's army gathered near the city of Changsha. In order to avoid them, Yan Qi decided to go west through the mountains, go around Wuling, and then head north to Jingzhou.

There was no way in the mountains. First, the horse-drawn carriage was abandoned, and then the horses were difficult to move on the mountain road. Yan Qi carried Ling Qingyu on his back and walked across the lofty mountains on two legs.

His body had already reached the end of a strong bow, but he never lay hands on others. Both knew that this was the last time, and Ling Qingyu had no objection, but if he walked for that period, he must stop and rest.

The end of March is the most beautiful season on Jinghu Road. The mountains and plains are full of blooming flowers, the clear springs are gurgling, and the air in the dense forest is full of sweetness.

On this day, between a gorge, a clear stream was winding through. There was a fish-like creature in the stream, and it made a cry like a child crying.

"Wawa fish!" Ling Qingyu exclaimed in surprise, and then said to Ye Po'er, "Po'er, go grab one, this fish can make up!"

Ye Po responded and went into the water. It didn't take long to grab a half-meter-long giant salamander and hand it over to Sum, who was already cooking by the stream.

Watching them catch fish and cook, Ling Qingyu walked back to Yan Qi and sat on the grass, letting Yan Qi lean on him.

The warm spring sun shone down from the canyon, and the sun was warm and lazy.

Suddenly there was a faintness in Ling Qingyu's eyes. If there were no wars, no killings, and if he could go back to his peaceful age, and have such a leisurely outing with Yan Sanyanqi and the others, it would be a happy thing.

Yan Qi reached out and held her hand, leaned her head on her shoulder, closed her eyes, enjoying the breath of the sun and the people around her.

"Qingyu..." Hearing him whispered, Ling Qingyu answered with his head sideways, seeing that his eyes were slightly closed, his gray face was blushing a little because of the sunlight, and even the purple lips were a bit bright red.

"Remember my words..." After saying this, Yan Qi raised her head, reached out and hooked her head, and kissed her deeply.

Ling Qingyu was taken aback, but before he could react, he had released her and stood up, already holding the long sword in his hand.

Ye Po Ye Fei and the others had already drawn out blades and long swords, and from both sides of the canyon, following the sound of the branches being crushed, walked out a lot of murderous men in blue clothes with weapons in hand.

"Not from Meishandong?" Inside the Tsingyi people walked out a man with short but sharp eyes. The knife in his hand pointed at them and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"The war in Tanzhou, we are businessmen, and detour from here on." Ying Shisan stepped forward.

"Businessman?" The man's gaze turned from the heavy burdens on the ground and a dozen horses in the canyon, and he smiled and said, "It's just right, brothers are shortcomings. Now that we have encountered it, it is destined. Let us. "

"Who are you?" Ying Shisan asked, turning his eyes. Not only are there more than two hundred people in front of them, but the weapons and arrows reflecting the sunlight in the canyon forest indicate that there are more people behind.

"We are from the Wuling ethnic group, boy, if we know each other, we will put things together..." The man turned his head to listen to the words of the person next to him, then looked at Ling Qingyu, and then said with a lewd smile: "That woman stays."

The Wuling tribe, a group of barbarians in the Wuling Mountain Range near Chenzhou, the fief of Chengwang, was the most vicious group of troops that accompanied Cheng to rise this time.

Ying Shisan smiled and said, "Is the king defeated? Are you a defeated army?"

"Chief, what to say to them!" shouted a person next to the man.

Looking at the number of people, it was obvious that his side had the upper hand. The leader smiled Yinyin and waved his hand.

In order to cover people's eyes and ears, the number of them was not large. Except for Shiliye, who had more than fifty guards, all the others Ling Qingyu sent to Ye Shiyi.

There is a huge gap in the number of people, but the battle is one-sided.

Yan Qi sat back, leaned against Ling Qingyu, and took her hand.

"Yan Qi," Ling Qingyu asked, surrounded by the sound of fighting and blood spattering: "What did you just want me to remember?"

"Well," Yan Qi rubbed her head against her chest and smiled: "Remember that I love you, remember that I don't have to be too sad when I die. Sometimes I think about me, occasionally go to the Palace of Longevity to see me, Yan Qi Satisfied."

"Yan Qi..." Ling Qingyu lowered his head, brushed his fingers across his cheek, and whispered: "I love you too..."

"I know..." Yan Qi smiled brilliantly, her face glowing with a strange look, so bright that people would not dare to look at her.

Although it's not the kind of love for Yan San, but you already have my place in your heart, this is enough.

Without a smile, Yan Qi's long sword came out of its sheath, and backhanded into the body of a Wuling tribe who sneaked over from the grass. Amidst the roar of Yepaying Thirteen, his figure jumped up, and he drew his sword and swiped it smoothly. At the same time, a Wuling tribe’s throat hit the Wuling tribe who jumped up from the stream with a palm. With a long sword in his hand, he chopped with thorns like a gust of wind, and cut the other Wuling tribes who sneaked up from the stream. Kill to the ground.

In just a moment, several corpses fell on the grass in front of them. Yan Qi's body was shaky and bloodshot from the corner of her mouth. After Ye Po flew over, she slowly fell into the embrace of Ling Qingyu.

"Yan Qi!"

The heart seemed to have squeezed into a ball and could no longer activate. Yan Qi panted hard, and looked at Ling Qingyu's anxious face with a smile. The medicine had all been used up, and his life had come to the end. But my heart was as calm as water, and I held Ling Qingyu's hand with interlocking fingers, and said softly: "If there is any next life...I will accompany you to a white head..."

"Yan Qi!" Seeing those peach blossom eyes slowly lose their look, even though this day had already been expected, Ling Qingyu was still heartbroken and let out a heartbreaking cry.

A smile appeared on the corners of Yan Qi's lips, she shook her hand reluctantly, and whispered: "Kiss me..."

Tears were already pouring down, Ling Qingyu hugged him tightly and kissed his lips fiercely, with glamorous purple lips.

When I saw him for the first time, that hot summer morning, he wore a white shirt with a pleasant smile, as if walking out of the sun. It was so beautiful that people couldn't bear to forget it.

After listening to the report of Ying Thirteen, Yan Qi was both funny and happy. The funny thing was that he was as stupid as a pig. People didn’t know how to tell and dared to say that they loved her. Fortunately, Ling Qingyu didn’t accept any more. The meaning of newcomers.

Early in the morning of the second day, because they were going to mobilize the troops in Yuezhou, Xiao Se and the others had to ride on horseback, so they parted ways with Ling Qingyu and his party down the mountain.

Xiao Se's eyes looked at Ling Qingyu with soft eyes, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were affectionate. He was very beautiful, and such a tender and honeyed look made him as delicate and beautiful as a spring flower.

It was just that Ling Qingyu was only beating the drums in his heart, coughing clear, and said: "There are a lot of kings in the army, you have to be careful yourself, don't rush in."

"Yes, don't worry, give me a year, I will definitely be able to win Jinghu Road." Xiao Se smiled and said with crooked eyes. He remembered his first eruption when he was so happy that he couldn't help it. Later, he seemed to be fainted by the steam after doing it two more times. After waking up, Ling Qingyu's trace was gone. I was very frightened. Now that she was not angry and ignored him, does that mean that she actually likes him?

"It's getting late, you should hurry up!" Ling Qingyu pointed at the sun. What does this look mean, this kid? Could it be that yesterday's hard push made him fall to the head? Stupid people?

"Good!" Looking at her reluctantly again, Xiao Se galloped away with someone.

Walking from Hengzhou to Changsha City, the scenery on both sides is picturesque, but the fields are mostly barren. Half of the villages and towns passing by are empty. Looking at those villages, Ling Qingyu was silent.

Although those villages were burned, killed and looted by King Cheng's army, the troubled times that allowed Cheng Wang to rise up had its own elements in it, which made her conscience very uncomfortable.

"Qingyu, you are not so capable yet," Yan Qi hugged her in her arms, her purple lips with a sneer smile, and said: "With or without you, they will be messy and they will fight. Mr. Zhu found the king in April this year, and it was only three months later. How could the king gather 200,000 troops? It must have been prepared and thought. Since the dog emperor wanted to give the four princes, Chai Jinzhong He and Chai Jingchao are ready to do it. For this position, what does it matter how many people die? You don’t have to recite the sins they made themselves!"

Touching her hair gently with her hand, Yan Qi softened her voice and said: "If you really sympathize with them, harden your heart, Qingyu, only if you get this world can they stop being displaced and die, just like in Lingjia Village. It’s the same on Guangnan Road.” In addition to all the farmland on Guangnan Road that was redistributed by the Xie family, the wasteland was also given a very good policy. The government of the Ling family would provide loans for farm tools and seeds. The elderly have nursing homes, and children do not. Both men and women can go to school for free. The government regularly distributes some drugs, low taxes, and low corvee. The people there already regard her as a god.

My Goddess……

"Yan Qi, I'm afraid I can't do it. Actually speaking, I don't have much ability at all. Apart from making money, I don't know anything about it. You fight, Mr. Zhu's decree, including the unifying relations. I know, I'm afraid, because I don't know how to pretend to understand, and in the end I will kill everyone." Leaning on his chest, Ling Qingyu's voice was weak and weak.

"You once said," Yan Qi lowered her head and kissed her forehead lightly, and said: "The CEO only needs to take care of the people, set the direction and strategic goals, and let the appropriate hands complete the rest, do you remember? Now? It's the same. You tell us the goal and direction, and we will do it. Cheng Jia’s national policy has been set up, and Mr. Zhu, Han Xian, and the talents cultivated by the Ling Family Academy will be implemented in the future. As for fighting, then It was originally a man’s business, just follow along, and leave it to He Li and the others."

Ling Qingyu rubbed his head against his chin, thinking to himself, isn't that the way it is? In fact, I can only be regarded as a benchmark, rich, and then gather these people. The country cannot be governed by one person, but the head of a country is the person who determines the direction. You only need to grasp the direction. Most importantly, It is a good person.

The city of Changsha was originally built in the Han Dynasty and has been strengthened and expanded from generation to generation. Today, Changsha City is already a prosperous city comparable to Hangzhou, but it was before Cheng Wang attacked the city.

The spring rain is lingering, and the rain is wafting, so that there is more tenderness in the world.

Han Ziqing stood under the eaves and watched Yu Yu's brows frowned into Chuan.

"My lord," the butler cautiously called from behind, and said in a low voice: "There is not much food in the house, and the wife asked, if you want to reduce the amount, you can start with her first."

"Yeah." Han Ziqing nodded, and said: "If you want your wife to reduce those aunts first, the old lady still has to make sure."

The butler responded with a bow and retreated. When he left the official office, he saw the vice-general hurriedly walked into the official office with a man wrapped in a cloak, sighed, and walked to his mansion. The master hasn't been home for a long time, and I don't know the hard work of his wife at home. How can those aunts, especially the beloved Aunt Mei, the wife can reduce her expenses?

"My lord! My lord!" The lieutenant hurriedly walked into the official office, shouted all the way and rushed into the study behind him, and when he saw Han Ziqing standing under the eaves with a very bad look, he laughed and said, "My lord, good news, that becomes king. His granary was burned!"

Han Ziqing was startled first, then overjoyed, and asked excitedly: "Really? Who did it?"

"I did it." The lieutenant behind took a step forward, put down the hood of the cloak, and took off the cloak, with a faint cold color on a beautiful face like a human being, and said: "I am Ye Eleven of the Ling family. Come and help adults."

King Cheng's army gathered near the city of Changsha. In order to avoid them, Yan Qi decided to go west through the mountains, go around Wuling, and then head north to Jingzhou.

There was no way in the mountains. First, the horse-drawn carriage was abandoned, and then the horses were difficult to move on the mountain road. Yan Qi carried Ling Qingyu on his back and walked across the lofty mountains on two legs.

His body had already reached the end of a strong bow, but he never lay hands on others. Both knew that this was the last time, and Ling Qingyu had no objection, but if he walked for that period, he must stop and rest.

The end of March is the most beautiful season on Jinghu Road. The mountains and plains are full of blooming flowers, the clear springs are gurgling, and the air in the dense forest is full of sweetness.

On this day, between a gorge, a clear stream was winding through. There was a fish-like creature in the stream, and it made a cry like a child crying.

"Wawa fish!" Ling Qingyu exclaimed in surprise, and then said to Ye Po'er, "Po'er, go grab one, this fish can make up!"

Ye Po responded and went into the water. It didn't take long to grab a half-meter-long giant salamander and hand it over to Sum, who was already cooking by the stream.

Watching them catch fish and cook, Ling Qingyu walked back to Yan Qi and sat on the grass, letting Yan Qi lean on him.

The warm spring sun shone down from the canyon, and the sun was warm and lazy.

Suddenly there was a faintness in Ling Qingyu's eyes. If there were no wars, no killings, and if he could go back to his peaceful age, and have such a leisurely outing with Yan Sanyanqi and the others, it would be a happy thing.

Yan Qi reached out and held her hand, leaned her head on her shoulder, closed her eyes, enjoying the breath of the sun and the people around her.

"Qingyu..." Hearing him whispered, Ling Qingyu answered with his head sideways, seeing that his eyes were slightly closed, his gray face was blushing a little because of the sunlight, and even the purple lips were a bit bright red.

"Remember my words..." After saying this, Yan Qi raised her head, reached out and hooked her head, and kissed her deeply.

Ling Qingyu was taken aback, but before he could react, he had released her and stood up, already holding the long sword in his hand.

Ye Po Ye Fei and the others had already drawn out blades and long swords, and from both sides of the canyon, following the sound of the branches being crushed, walked out a lot of murderous men in blue clothes with weapons in hand.

"Not from Meishandong?" Inside the Tsingyi people walked out a man with short but sharp eyes. The knife in his hand pointed at them and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"The war in Tanzhou, we are businessmen, and detour from here on." Ying Shisan stepped forward.

"Businessman?" The man's gaze turned from the heavy burdens on the ground and a dozen horses in the canyon, and he smiled and said, "It's just right, brothers are shortcomings. Now that we have encountered it, it is destined. Let us. "

"Who are you?" Ying Shisan asked, turning his eyes. Not only are there more than two hundred people in front of them, but the weapons and arrows reflecting the sunlight in the canyon forest indicate that there are more people behind.

"We are from the Wuling ethnic group, boy, if we know each other, we will put things together..." The man turned his head to listen to the words of the person next to him, then looked at Ling Qingyu, and then said with a lewd smile: "That woman stays."

The Wuling tribe, a group of barbarians in the Wuling Mountain Range near Chenzhou, the fief of Chengwang, was the most vicious group of troops that accompanied Cheng to rise this time.

Ying Shisan smiled and said, "Is the king defeated? Are you a defeated army?"

"Chief, what to say to them!" shouted a person next to the man.

Looking at the number of people, it was obvious that his side had the upper hand. The leader smiled Yinyin and waved his hand.

In order to cover people's eyes and ears, the number of them was not large. Except for Shiliye, who had more than fifty guards, all the others Ling Qingyu sent to Ye Shiyi.

There is a huge gap in the number of people, but the battle is one-sided.

Yan Qi sat back, leaned against Ling Qingyu, and took her hand.

"Yan Qi," Ling Qingyu asked, surrounded by the sound of fighting and blood spattering: "What did you just want me to remember?"

"Well," Yan Qi rubbed her head against her chest and smiled: "Remember that I love you, remember that I don't have to be too sad when I die. Sometimes I think about me, occasionally go to the Palace of Longevity to see me, Yan Qi Satisfied."

"Yan Qi..." Ling Qingyu lowered his head, brushed his fingers across his cheek, and whispered: "I love you too..."

"I know..." Yan Qi smiled brilliantly, her face glowing with a strange look, so bright that people would not dare to look at her.

Although it's not the kind of love for Yan San, but you already have my place in your heart, this is enough.

Without a smile, Yan Qi's long sword came out of its sheath, and backhanded into the body of a Wuling tribe who sneaked over from the grass. Amidst the roar of Yepaying Thirteen, his figure jumped up, and he drew his sword and swiped it smoothly. At the same time, a Wuling tribe’s throat hit the Wuling tribe who jumped up from the stream with a palm. With a long sword in his hand, he chopped with thorns like a gust of wind, and cut the other Wuling tribes who sneaked up from the stream. Kill to the ground.

In just a moment, several corpses fell on the grass in front of them. Yan Qi's body was shaky and bloodshot from the corner of her mouth. After Ye Po flew over, she slowly fell into the embrace of Ling Qingyu.

"Yan Qi!"

The heart seemed to have squeezed into a ball and could no longer activate. Yan Qi panted hard, and looked at Ling Qingyu's anxious face with a smile. The medicine had all been used up, and his life had come to the end. But my heart was as calm as water, and I held Ling Qingyu's hand with interlocking fingers, and said softly: "If there is any next life...I will accompany you to a white head..."

"Yan Qi!" Seeing those peach blossom eyes slowly lose their look, even though this day had already been expected, Ling Qingyu was still heartbroken and let out a heartbreaking cry.

A smile appeared on the corners of Yan Qi's lips, she shook her hand reluctantly, and whispered: "Kiss me..."

Tears were already pouring down, Ling Qingyu hugged him tightly and kissed his lips fiercely, with glamorous purple lips.

When I saw him for the first time, that hot summer morning, he wore a white shirt with a pleasant smile, as if walking out of the sun. It was so beautiful that people couldn't bear to forget it.