Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Just after the New Year, the village near Taihu Lake still looks like a festive one. A couplet is pasted at the door of a small courtyard at the end of the village east. The gold hook and iron pen on the couplet are very handsome and powerful.

After staring at the couplet for a while, Ling Qingyu stopped Ye Po's movements and quietly pushed open the courtyard door.

The yard was not big, so a few houses were surrounded. A fierce cough came from the main house, and then a quiet voice said: "Is it Uncle Wu? I have written your words, and I will give it to you."

The door of the house was pushed open with a creak. A man in Tsing Yi covered his mouth and coughed a few times before handing out the scroll in his hand. Then he raised his head and said: "It's more urgent, you use it first, and wait for me in two days. I'll write a vice to you..." Before the words were finished, the scroll in his hand fell to the ground with a snap, and the man's pale face was even less bloody.

"It's you..." Holding the door frame and trying to make his body stand firm, the man's eyes flashed many complicated emotions, and finally he returned to plainness. He looked at Ling Qingyu calmly, and said with a faint smile: "I don't know what Ling Da's head is. What Guigan?"

"I can't figure it out," Ling Qingyu slowly walked into the yard, looked around, then sat down on the stone bench that Ye Po had swept clean with his sleeves, and said: "Even if the Gu family knew that there was a man in black. Duan Wenrui’s son, and ordered the killing of Duan Wenrui and the backyard woman, but how did he know that it was Ying Shi 13? Shi Shi seldom showed up outside, even if he was by my side, nobody knew his name. That servant was How did you know? How did Murong Zhan know?"

"I told him." The door frame couldn't support his weak body. Wang Xuanzhi sat down slowly, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, and said: "As soon as the servant told me about his appearance, I knew it was Ying XIII. , I remember all the people around you in my mind, and I have never forgotten them. I told him that this man is Shadow Thirteen and has been with you for many years. It is your confidant and yours. the man."

Ling Qingyu's hand was clenched into a fist, his nails were pinched into the palm of his hand, and his face was irritated and unbearable.

Wang Xuanzhi closed his eyes slightly, chuckled, and said in a soft voice: "You killed my Wang Family Man Clan, not even the women and children, can't I take revenge?"

"Vengeance?" Ling Qingyu sneered unconsciously, and said coldly: "If Yin Feng hadn't helped, or Ying Jiu had tried to protect him, I, how many people in my Ling family would die in your royal family? Are there any innocence? Women and children? You know best what you do, Miss Wang, why should I let them go?"

"Yeah, you are right, so," Wang Xuanzhi stood up vigorously, staggered a few steps, walked in front of her, pulled away Ye Po's knife, put his hand on the stone table beside her, and laughed. "I am also the royal family, the last royal family, you have left a curse, come on, kill me, even if you finish revenge."

Looking at him quietly for a long time, Ling Qingyu just wanted to speak, rushed out of the kitchen, and was blocked by Ye Po, fell to the ground, still got up and knelt up and shouted, "No, it's not my family. About the son! The master! The son of my family did not say that! That Murong Zhan, he came to the son, he asked the son, he recognized such a person, he is very handsome, has a pair of very beautiful eyes, like to wear black clothes At that time, the son just said to himself, saying yes, beautiful eyes? Shadow thirteen? Then Murong Zhan left, the son said nothing else!"

Although the man kneeling on the ground had grown up, Ling Qingyu still vaguely recognized that this man was the boy whom Cheng Jia gave to Wang Xuanzhi, and said that the Wang family was unreliable, so he gave him one of his children and asked him to take it with him. To Chenzhou.

What this boy said is only the truth. If Wang Xuanzhizhen and Murong Zhan were partners, then he would not have lived in this poor village for so many years and made a living by selling characters. The number one champion Lang who had a thousand dollars in the past is now a character. Hundreds of copper plates.

"Cheng Jia told me back then, and Yinfeng also told me the other day, Wang Xuanzhi, you didn’t miss a word about Lingjia Village back then. I inherit this love. I will send you back to Bianjing. If you are willing , You can come out and do things. If you don’t want to, just take the reward for buying so many calligraphy and paintings from you. You can live with peace of mind."

A group of carriages gradually moved away. There were a few people in black standing outside the yard, waiting for them to pack their things. Tong'er knelt a few steps forward and helped Wang Xuanzhi, who was soft to the ground, whispered: "My son, why don’t you follow The boss is telling the truth? Why didn't you tell her, Murong Zhan kept asking her about her situation, you never told her before you were forced to come to this place?"

Wang Xuanzhi shook his head, stood up on the stone table, and said: "Is there anything to say, I am a member of the Wang family, and she is a mortal enemy, there is nothing else to say..."

In February, Ye 11 soldiers came to Hangzhou city, besieged but did not attack.

In March, Cai Jingfang and others, who was held hostage by Zhao Pu in the prison, were rescued, and at the same time they killed Zhao's daughter and daughter.

In April, the Hangzhou defenders killed Zhao Pu and opened the door to surrender.

In May, Ling Qingyu He Li went to Quanzhou in person and had a close talk with Fan Ye, the transport envoy of Fujian Road.

In Quanzhou in May, the weather was already hot, but the sea breeze also brought some coolness.

Supporting He Li to walk on the edge of the seawall, Ling Qingyu was very emotional.

He Li stopped, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve on her side, pointed to the side of the embankment and said: "At that time, I was there. You walked past here, with a stupid look on your face. Laugh, it’s a stupid smile, good, it’s a pure and flawless smile. Even though you sympathized with us in your heart, you didn’t want to cause trouble. I was right. Okay, you were kind. You returned and bought us. "With a smile, avoiding Ling Qingyu’s tickling hands again, He Li hugged her and smiled: "Qingyu, at that time, I thought, this is a good woman. If I marry her, she will love her forever. She loves her."

Ling Qingyu calmed down, put his arms around his waist, and put his head in his arms. His attacks have become more and more frequent, but as long as there is no one, he will not take medicine anymore. Instead, he will carry it on his own. Ling Qingyu knows very well what kind of pain will be in the late stage of cancer. In modern times, even if you rely on Many people can't stand anesthetics. At the first episode, he would make an excuse to let her leave, but when she came back early that time and heard his suppressed **** outside the door, she couldn't bear it and rushed in, so she didn't want to Leaving him, I would rather hold him in pain with him than let him endure the pain alone.

"Qingyu, this life is too short..." Halfway through, He Li smiled and put the rest of the words back. In the next life, she is afraid she still wants to be with Yan San.

"He Li," Ling Qingyu looked up, looked at his much thin but still handsome and mature face, and said, "Let's get married."

He Li was shocked, surprise flashed across his face, and then settled down, smiling and shook his head.

"Why? You don't want to marry me?" Ling Qingyu pinched him unconsciously, and said angrily.

"No," He Li hugged her tightly, bowed his head and kissed her pouted mouth, and said: "We don't need that fame, Qingyu, I won't live long..." If we get married, I will die. , There are people who say anything, and all kinds of guesses will come out. The world is just set, and it is not stable yet, there is no need to leave her uneasy.

With a slight smile, He Li kissed her on the cheek again, and said, "After you become the throne, if you want to chase your husband, at that time, can you count me?"

He buried his head in his still generous and reassuring chest, and Ling Qingyu's tears quietly fell. This man said he was selfish, but he was not for his own sake, even if he said that he was against Yang Zhao's wishes. At that time, even if he blocked it, and there could be enough to stop himself who wanted revenge there, if he didn't do it, then he would take Yan Qi and the others away. Instead of doing that, he would be better off himself...