Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The luxurious palace left from the previous dynasty was not used. Ling Qingyu and his cronies and officials were discussing matters in a conference hall converted from a large mansion next to the palace.

There are no steps and no dragon chairs. There are chairs around the hall of hundreds of square meters. Sitting in the closest seat to the main seat, there are Zhu Weili and Han Mian and others on one side, and some leftover officials and those who are known as famous scholars on the other. .

Seeing those old men like Fan Fu and Zhang Wei talking about etiquette, morality, justice, filial piety, and shame, Ling Qingyu sneered no matter how good temperament he was, and asked: "Mr., you have been saying this for several days. I want to ask, what are you doing? What means?"

Zhang Zhi stood up, glanced at her disdainfully, and said: "I just want to say that since ancient times, there has been no woman in power, let alone a shameless person?"

This was just cursing in person, Ling Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Mr. Zhang, please speak carefully!" Zhu Wei couldn't help but angrily. Ling Qingyu was unwilling to take the throne now, or that she had no concept of being an emperor at all in her heart. The political affairs hall she created is very indifferent, making these old pedantic Take advantage of the loopholes, are you planning to settle accounts together today?

Han Mian's eyes became cold. He heard the rumors outside but didn't take it to heart. He knew very well about the relationship between Ling Qingyu and He Li. He wanted to provoke the relationship between He Li and Ling Qingyu or Ye Shiyi. That was dreaming. Unexpectedly, these people were so bold, and they brought these things to the Chamber. The voice of the students is indeed very important, and the reputation of the king is also very important. But, Mr. Zhang, are you mistaken? Have you ever seen the hand of the founding king not full of blood? Qin Wang Yingzheng slaughtered a hundred schools of thought, so what?

"Mr. Zhu! The old man is to persuade you to recognize this person! How can a person with bad conduct take on the responsibility?" Zhang Zhi snorted coldly.

"Master Ling, do you have a face called Ying Shisan?" Fu Rong stood up, with his sleeves behind, and asked arrogantly.

"Rude!" Han Yan shouted angrily and stood up angrily.

"Shadow Thirteen, it's my man." Ling Qingyu slowly said with a wave to Han Yan.

She actually admitted so directly that Zhu Weili and the others were surprised, but the other side despised it.

"Did you finally admit it?" Fu Rong said in a resentful and disdainful way.

"I never denied it." Ling Qingyu smiled faintly.

"Then do you know what that person did?" Old lady Fan stood up tremblingly, put his hand on the second Prince Fan's arm, and said in a deep voice: "That person is a wicked and rebellious person! As a son of man, he is actually a man. Father and mother killing! Such a person who deserves a thousand swords, not only did you not give severe punishment, but you also said shamelessly...I am not as dirty as you!"

Father and mother killing! Zhu Weili darkened his face, and the hand that stroked his beard unknowingly pulled a few beards down. Everything else is easy to say, only filial piety, filial piety of the best, and filial piety for good parents. This is the most basic code of conduct. They must be cast aside for the world, not to mention the great rebellion of killing fathers and mothers!

Ling Qingyu rose in anger and said angrily: "Mr. Fan, I respect your older knowledge, but I don't give you the right to talk nonsense!"

"I'll wait for nonsense, you will know when the city of Bianjing was broken, Bianjing Gu's family was killed and clean, leaving only a hiding place, but the sky has eyes, and no sinners can escape. Someone hid in the pond and escaped. He clearly heard that Ying Thirteen was the son of Gu's son-in-law Duan Wenrui. However, Ying Thirteen ordered the killing of Duan Wenrui, not to mention that she would also have his mother in the backyard. Kill!" Fu Rong said coldly.

"Sure enough, there is a fish that slipped through the net?" A cold voice came from the door, causing everyone in the hall that was already nervous to the extreme, and then turned to look at the door.

It is late autumn, and the autumn frost has dyed the big trees outside the hall, and the soothing autumn wind swept the fallen leaves and danced, and the sunlight shone on the person from the outside like blood, pulling his slender figure out of the ground. The hanging shadow.

The man was dressed in a mysterious robe with a gold-rimmed belt around his waist. He flicked off the fallen leaves that fell on his shoulders. Under the gaze of hundreds of people in the hall, the plackets of his clothes fluttered up, and the word Ling embroidered on the belt was looming in the sun. , Stepping over the threshold, walked in like a stroll in a leisurely courtyard.

Thirteen..., the voice of the call fell on his throat. Ling Qingyu instinctively felt that it was wrong. Ying Thirteen should not be here. In order to show respect for these officials, there were no guards set up 50 meters around the chamber, only Ye Po or Ye Fei was only hiding in the dark. Why did Ying Thirteen come here so grandly? When these people made such severe accusations against him?

That accusation is true..., Ying Thirteen's sentence just now has settled his crime, such a serious crime...

"Are you admitting this?" Grandpa Fan San stepped back slightly, glanced at his eldest brother, and said.

"What did I admit?" The man smiled, and his eyes were like ripples in the autumn water, with a pulse of affection, but in the blink of an eye, the water became awe-inspiring, making Grandpa Fan's back feel cold. Take a step back.

"You mean that Wenrui? Yes, I killed the people." Ying Shisan rolled her eyes and glanced at the heads of the head, and said: "They were the sons-in-law of the Gu family for the sake of wealth, and killed the youngest son. At that time, the relationship between father and son had already been broken, right?"

Everyone in the hall was stunned again. Zhu Weili and Han Mian looked at each other. Their faces were full of solemnity. People were filial piety. Parents can kill children, but children cannot kill their fathers. This is natural and logical. The reason for overturning, in any case, Ying Thirteen admitted to this matter today, it is a crime of treason, if the Ling family does not respond, it will really cause the world's people to lose their hearts.

Zhang Zhi Yangtian laughed three times, full of rampant conspiracy, turning his head to Ling Qingyu and said: "How? Such a sinner, how about you?"

"Since Duan Wenrui killed me back then, today, my life is my own sin?" Ying Thirteen's voice was raised, and a clear sneer, said: "How qualified are you people to condemn me? Sin? Great scholar? Famous person?"

The autumn sun was still shining, and a few beams of light came in from the door window, and the tiny dust danced clearly in the light, and then was cut away by a sharp sword light.

"Ah!" When the first scream was made, everyone didn't react at all. When the three old elders of the Fan family fell to the ground covering the blood splattered wounds on their necks, Fu Rong let out a scream, and he still had time to step back. , There was a cold chest, staring blankly at the sword blade that was quickly drawn from the chest, suddenly remembered Mei Ruoxue's crying face before.

"Thirteen!" When Ling Qingyu screamed, Zhang Zhi also opened his eyes and covered his chest to look at Ying Shisan who was spurring a sword at another person, shaking his fingers and trembling speechless.

In a blink of an eye, the literati who were still eloquent and cursed at Ling Qingyu's nose just now fell sideways on the ground, blood flowing on the floor, and with the convulsions and shaking of those bodies, they drew scary patterns.

Ying Shisan turned around, watched Ling Qingyu scream again, and then rushed towards herself.

"Thirteen!" Ling Qingyu yelled and rushed to Ying Shisan, not to kill anymore! She doesn’t know how to save him anymore, no! No matter what, no matter what the price is paid, today's things will not spread! It must not!

It seemed that the sunlight was too dazzling. She clearly saw Ying Shisan’s eyes brightened astonishingly, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she greeted herself with a long sword dripping blood pointing in her direction. When he arrived, he turned sideways, a strong wind held up his arm, and then the tip of the sword turned upside down, let his hand grab his hand, and then his body continued forward.

With a puff, the familiar sound of a sharp blade piercing into the flesh made Ling Qingyu stare blankly at the face that was so close at hand, that face was so familiar, from the day-to-day growth of a young boy, it took more than ten years to grow into what it is now. Looks like a pair of talking eyes, and Junxiu's face is always ridiculing, my thirteen...

The sword blade pierced from the back of the man's heart. All the people in the hall could see was that Ling Qingyu rushed towards the man. The man swung his sword towards each other. Then Ling Qingyu snatched his sword and pierced his chest with his backhand.

She killed him...

Thirteen..., he called out silently, released the hand holding his hand, and caught his weakly fallen body. Ling Qingyu's mind was still at a loss. He looked at his convulsed body and looked at him. The blade was piercing the heart, looking at his smiling eyes.

"You can... attack Jiang... Nan..." When the body fell into her arms, she whispered in her ear, Ying Thirteen could no longer make a sound, and the pain made his eyes blurred. The pierced heart was already weak and her body was convulsed. Ying Shisan tried hard to hold her hand, a drop of hot tears fell on her cheeks, causing him to show his usual smile again.

Carrying such a sin, I am afraid that I will not be able to enter Samsara. Master, I am afraid that I will not be able to find you in my next life. But if I can escape from **** and enter Samsara, then master, would you still want thirteen?

There seemed to be words in those eyes like the starry sky. Accompanied by the trembling of his body, they entered Ling Qingyu’s mind a little bit and picked up his neck. Ling Qingyu whispered in Ying Shisan’s ear and said: "Okay, I When you come to me, thirteen, you must come to me!"

The bright starlight shattered like a cosmic explosion in his eyes, and when the corners of his mouth bloomed with a relieved smile, they slowly closed.

"Ye Po..." Ling Qingyu whispered while hugging the silent body in his arms.

"Yes!" A black figure flashed out behind her and responded in a low voice.

Looking across the corpses on the ground, and then turning from the literati who had retreated to the corner, Ling Qingyu's voice became a straight line: "Close the city gate! Summon Ye Eleven back!"