Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The spring of the third year of Huayuan came early. At the beginning of March, Bianjing was already green, with catkins flying, and peach blossoms blooming along the Bianhe River.

The newly renovated Palace Houyuan is blooming with beautiful flowers.

Along the path of the imperial garden, watching the lively rose flowers blooming on both sides, Su Wanyun smiled and said: "Your Majesty still likes these lively flowers." Under the strong protest from the ministers, Ling Qingyu finally moved into the palace to live. , And then bestowed her own Ling Mansion reward to Ye Shiyi. It is said that she also paid for the repair of this palace. Only a few of those palaces were renovated, but the imperial garden and the lake were well renovated. , Pavilions and pavilions, tune courtyards are quiet, and they are pleasing to the eye.

Cheng Yuqin smiled but did not answer. Ling Qingyu only investigated the Fan family who participated in the Fan family. Fan Yu and Fan Ye were not affected, but after all, the death of Ying XIII was in the middle. Last year, Ling Qingyu began to reuse Wang Xuanzhi and Fan. The merits of Taiyuan are obvious to all. This year, he was recalled to Bianjing and entered the core power circle.

"Sister, it's all well now, your majesty is nostalgic, look, as soon as you come back, I will ask you to enter the palace." Su Wanyun patted Cheng Yuqin's hand gently, and said with a smile.

"Yeah." Cheng Yuqin gave a soft answer and smiled. She is nostalgic, but there is a bottom line no matter how old she is. When she came back this time, she knew what her father had made. She felt sick when she looked at Cheng Xun like her brother.

"Hey, Mrs. Li and the others are here too." Su Wanyun said softly, Cheng Yuqin looked up, and saw a group of people walking on the opposite path. There was an acquaintance in the current wife, Qin Yuanxiang.

After a few greetings, Qin Yuanxiang said to the girls behind him: "Go and play by yourself, don't go far."

"Ting'er, you are with your sisters too, don't go far, your majesty will call at any time." Seeing that his daughter had already laughed with Li Qingwan and the others, Su Wanyun laughed.

Cheng Yuqin was a little surprised. This was the inner courtyard of the imperial palace. It was so casual. Seeing that Su Wanyun had ordered her daughter to take her own daughter, she resisted the question and followed a few people to the Qiankun Palace.

"Sister, can we really go like this?" Fan Bingyi asked Han Ting quietly as she watched the girls twittering and walking towards the depths of the imperial garden surrounded by maids.

"Well, it's okay, people will come out to stop you where you can't go," looked around, Han Ting lifted her feet and said in Fan Bingyi's ear: "Don't look at it as if there are no people here, I will tell you, here The guards can be strict, those secret guard brothers are very powerful!"

Fan Bingyi smiled. Seeing that the several girls in front had stopped, they looked astonished. He pulled Han Ting and walked a few steps, turned a corner, and across a small lake, you could see a small mountain bag in front. The peaches and plums on the mountain bag are blooming enthusiastically, and the pink and silver petals dance with the wind and fall in the sky.

On the sunny side of the hillside, a large felt cushion was laid. In the warm sun, a lady in red was leaning against the soft seat to bask in the sun.

The man closed his eyes and hands while propped his head in a false sleep, his facial features that were so exquisite that he could not be described with a hint of coldness and pride, the dark red long coat was tightly wrapped around the slender and perfect figure, on the placket that was gently blowing in the breeze , With petals all over the body, the sunlight seemed to be a colorful color, and the gorgeous peach forest was also gloomy.

It was a picture that was so beautiful that it stopped breathing.

"It's King Raksha!" Li Qingwan whispered with uncontrollable excitement and passionate feelings.

King Raksha? Raksha King Ye Eleven? That Ye eleven who has never been seen since he took Beijiang because of his serious injuries! Raksha Ye eleven is as beautiful as a god, it is so! Fan Bingyi sighed softly in his heart. In a blink of an eye, he saw several young girls with obsessive expressions, and his heart was stunned. He hurriedly put away his mind, and no longer looked down at the scene that made people's heartbeat stop.

"Last year, your Majesty had a banquet to choose a wife for King Raksha. Later, it was cancelled because King Raksha was seriously injured. I don't know when it will be held again." Hearing a young girl whispering, Fan Bingyi turned his head slightly to look at Han Ting.

"It's the elder sister of General Lin's house." Han Ting whispered, then looked around, and said in her ear: "Sister, don't like Uncle Eleven."

Uh! Uncle Eleven... well, the Han family is the confidant of the Empress’s confidant. This little Nizi ran to the Ling’s family since she was a child. It’s right to be familiar with these people. Fan Bingyi just persuaded herself, and Han Ting put her feet in her ears. Side said: "I overheard my father telling my mother, don't hit Uncle Eleven's idea, otherwise, the consequences will be serious."

Fan Bingyi nodded. Just about to pull Han Ting back, he saw Li Qingbi walking quickly across the small lake. Li Qingwan first called, followed, and several other girls followed, suddenly a little dumbfounded. , Lowered his head to see Han Ting's face showing contempt, and stood with Han Ting without moving.

Li Qingbi was both excited and uneasy. Although she knew that it would be bad to do this, her desire to get close to him was so strong that she didn't even realize it, and she had already moved towards him.

Ever since I saw it on Chinese Valentine’s Day last year, I can’t keep anyone else in my heart. I begged my mother a few times before I got my mother’s approval and got the chance to attend the banquet at the end of the year. But because the King Raksha was seriously injured, the banquet was cancelled. Shawang had returned to Beijing, but he was never seen.

King Rakshasa is the third king with a different surname after King Ping Wangan. He has more military power than his father, and he is also his majesty's confidant. Marrying such a person, I am afraid that his father would be happy to see it.

"Stop!" Li Qingbi interrupted Li Qingbi's reverie with a yell, and paused slightly. Looking at the imperial guards who did not know where they came from, Li Qingbi looked at the mountain that was not far away.

"Bold! I'm waiting for the young lady from the Zhenbei government house, you dare to stop us?" Li Qingwan followed up and shouted.

what? Isn't that bad? Li Qingbi turned her head in amazement, watching Li Qingwan take a few steps and push away the sword of the Imperial Guard, hurriedly calling: "Sister!"

"We are the people invited by your majesty, how dare you be so rude to us?" Li Qingwan said as she wanted to go inside.

"The front is your majesty's palace, not where you came from, go quickly, or don't blame me for being ruthless under the knife!" The guard on the left stepped forward, and the long knife flashed a dazzling cold light in the sun, sternly.

"Do you really dare to kill me?" Li Qingwan snorted coldly: "If you dare to touch me, my dad can destroy your nine races!"

Before Li Qingwan's voice fell, a cold murderous aura spread over. The cold bloodthirsty murderous aura caused several girls to step back unknowingly, and then chilled back and shuddered.

Li Qingbi turned his head to look, and saw the man on the hillside opened his eyes, his eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of ice, and as he put down his hands and slowly sat up, the murderous aura that seemed to suffocate people grew stronger.

Raksha King Ye Eleven, that was the person killed out of the sea of ​​blood in the Dead Mountain!

"Eleven!" With a clear call, the murderous aura that made the two guards kneel down suddenly disappeared, and a smile appeared on the man's face, like spring flowers blooming across the hillside instantly, and the sun seemed to be gentle. .

Behind the hillside came a woman in a gold and red dress, affectionately wiped his forehead with a kerchief, and then helped him up. The guards behind her immediately surrounded the two, and the group slowly went to the mountain. After leaving the palace.

"His Majesty……"

"You just can move, don't go too far." Let him put his hands on his shoulders, relying on himself for most of his body, carefully supporting Ye Shiyi to the apse, Ling Qingyu said softly.

"The flowers on the mountain are blooming well, I wanted to wait for you..., but forget it. Sister, don't let those little girls come in in the future, it's noisy." Ye 11 frowned and complained.

"Little girl?" Ling Qingyu looked back in surprise, his sight was completely blocked by those unusually tall guards. After thinking for a while, he said, "It seems like Su Wanyun and Cheng Yuqin are coming today, but the girls in their family are very quiet, no It will be noisy."

Ye Shiyi's pupils suddenly tightened, and his eyes swept away, and the unusually tall guard behind him was one person missing.

"If you don't tell me, I have forgotten. I will go to the front hall to meet people first, and I will come back for lunch later. Be good and stop tossing Yepa." The hand was gently pinched on the supporting waist. Ling Qingyu smiled.

Ye Shiyi's mouth pursed, and he turned his head to the side with a snort, and said, "You only know the heartache Yepa!"

Ling Qingyu shook his head helplessly, entered the apse, and handed him over to Ye Po who had already greeted him, and smiled: "Okay, it's okay, both are my treasures."

Ye Pao's face was flushed suddenly, and when she saw her smile and turned to the front hall, he carried Ye Eleven on his back, and said in a deep voice, "What are you talking nonsense?"