Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"Ye Po, go and check the little girl who entered the palace today." Leaning on the soft couch, Ye Shixi took a breath, reluctantly shouted Ye Po, who turned to leave, and said: "It's Li Yan, Lord Zhenbei Daughter, but the two girls are about the same age, but they don’t look alike."

"Li Qingwan?" Ye Po was silent for a while, and said: "She is not Li Yan's biological daughter, but Mu Guiyun's posthumous son. When Li Yan was ordered to kill Mu Guiyun's wife, his wife was born prematurely. Died in childbirth, Li Yan was adopted as his own daughter after leaving this little one."

"Mu Guiyun's daughter!" Ye eleven rose in anger, his waist suddenly hurt like a crack, and he had to fall back, clutching his back for a long time before relieving his anger, and said angrily: "He actually dared to be private Keep her life! Ye Po, since you know this, why don't you do it?"

"It was Qi Ye who said that he didn't want to add sins to the master. It's okay to kill him without being born. Since it has already come out, it is also an innocent life. In fact, General He roughly guessed it." Ye Po said in a deep voice.

"Sin..." Ye Shiyi smiled cruelly and evilly, and said: "I have enough of me, I am not afraid of one more! The woman is young, but she is so rampant, she even dared not to stop or even scold her in the palace. Threatening the Janissaries, such a person is a curse to keep!"

"But Li Yan..."

"Li Yan is not that stupid. For today's matter, I will ask someone to tell him directly. If he has any opinions about such a daughter, then Li Yan, there is no need to stay."

Ye Po stared at Ye Eleven blankly. He had never understood the difference between Ye Eleven and him so deeply at this moment.

Even if the injury is not healed, it is difficult to even walk, Ye Shiyi's fearless dominance is still quite a bit, despising the crowd, as long as it is for that person, even if he is an enemy of the world, it does not matter how many people he kills. , After many lives and deaths, the proud and domineering engraved in the bones.

Beigong Mansion, Datongfu Town, is already March, the greenery has not yet spread to the treetops, and the wind still has a refreshing chill, just like Li Yan's mood at this time.

The letter has been crumpled into a ball by his force, and the words on it are pressed like a mountain in his heart.

At that time, I felt soft, thinking about leaving a place for Mu Guiyun. I always thought that no one knew, I always thought that I was doing something concealed. It turned out that those people already knew that they just kept pampering him, no, not pampering, those people back then, He Li only left him to guard Yanmen Pass, which seemed to be entrusted with an important task. However, as a military commander, the best place to gain military exploits was to siege the city and expand the territory, even though he and Du Ming and the others were named the country. Gong, but compared with those people, Tebi is compared with Gao Liu Wei Lang and others, what is he? Just guarding the Yanmen Pass, even Datong was captured because of the single character being transferred back.

He Li, we are brothers! Brothers for so many years, you don't believe me!

Li Yan sobbed silently, and Li Yan's heart ached.

The death of the eldest lady from the Zhenbei Gongfu due to a sudden illness did not cause much disturbance, but the familiar ladies sighed. The very beautiful little girl died a pity.

A small mountain bag was built in the backyard of Beigong Mansion in Bianjing Town, and the things Li Qingwan liked during his lifetime were buried in the mountain bag. The son of Zhenbei Li Dingan wiped away the tears and looked fiercely in the direction of the palace. Putting his short sword into the ground.

Ling Qingyu!

In mid-March, the Tenth Battalion of the Rakshasa Army went straight down to southern Xinjiang from Chengdu Road, and caught Nan Guangman by surprise, and smashed the territory of Dali like a sharp knife.

In April, Xiao Se broke through Nandan Barbarian State.

During the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May, a huge dragon boat race was held in Bianjing. After half a year, Ye Eleven made his first appearance in front of the ministers and sat next to Ling Qingyu.

In Cheng Mansion, Cheng Xiang, who was already very old, sat in a rocking chair and looked at the fireworks outside. His expression was lonely and his eyes were dim memories.

"Father!" He whispered, Cheng Xun's voice was filled with anxiety.

After glanced at the second son, Cheng Xiang sighed, and said, "Don't mix with them anymore, Ye Shiyi, that's not someone to provoke."

Ye Shiyi divided the Raksha Army into two, half of which supported Southern Xinjiang’s bleak, and half of it to Du Ming. He went to Beijing to recuperate himself. Those people thought this was an opportunity and that it was Ye Shi’s force under Ling Qingyu’s pressure. For his behavior, he even thought that Ye eleven could not be forced to recuperate in the palace of Ling Qingyu's bedroom. With Ye eleven's disposition, how could he tolerate this insult! Now Ye Shiyi is very famous, and his military exploits can even surpass that of He Li and Zhao Yinfeng. He was originally born in the Ling family, and has the vengeance of killing sister and grandfather with Ling Qingyu.

What a fool! Seeing the unwillingness in Cheng Xun's eyes, Cheng Xiang sighed, but couldn't help but mention him: "You saw Ye Shiyi today, but did you see a trace of reluctance on his face?"

Cheng Xuan was taken aback, recalling the man sitting next to Ling Qingyu on the high platform. He was dressed in a dark red robe with a lazy look on his face and cold eyes. Even though he was sitting unsteadily and leaning on the chair, that peerless The face made the sky full of fireworks lose their color.

Oh, I ran away..., reluctant? Except for the cold glance that made him bone-cold, the man did not have any reluctant and intimidated expressions on his face. Instead, he exuded a silent domineering that made people afraid to look up.

Hey..., with a long sigh, Cheng Xiang stood up and walked into the yard with his back arched. Ling Qingyu returned the Cheng Mansion to him, and also gave him decent and financial support. It was his lack of heart. When the second son came back from his hometown, he thought of using his look similar to Cheng Jia to win more status for the Cheng family.

Wrong, Jia'er, my son who didn't even go to see the last time, that is irreplaceable...

Feasting and rejoicing with Baiguan, as a female emperor, it is necessary to drink a few sips. Ye Shixi is not healed from a serious injury. He can stop all the toasts that come forward with the freezing eyes, but he can’t stop it. Ling Qingyu went down to toast.

Although she didn't drink much, it was enough to make her feet flutter when she returned to the palace.

Looking at the woman whose eyes were beginning to erratic, Ye Shiyi sighed helplessly: "Yepa, you go."

"Huh?" Ye Po put Ling Qingyu on the bed, poured a bowl of sober soup from the side, and while helping her to feed her, he glanced at Ye Eleven puzzledly.

In a cold sweat, Ye Shiyi walked step by step with one hand on the waist and supported the door frame. If it weren't for Laozi's waist, it would let you take advantage of this! Grandma's, that quack doctor!

"Yan San..." Jiao Qiao brought her aegyo, and she called with a few turns-like sweetness, but Ye Shixi's heartache was as broken as she was, and the hand holding the door frame was pinched tightly into the wood.

The complexion is crimson, the eyes are full of misty mist, the drunken lips are rosy and attractive, the no longer youthful face is mature enough to be intoxicating and charming, making Ye Pao's heart beat fiercely. Get up, let her arms wrap around in a daze, and then her hot lips are pressed against his.

"Yan San..." she whispered, the fragmented kisses began to warm, and the hugs tightly, the heat of the body made Ye Po tremble all over.

"Okay? Master? Can Yepao?" Pushing her away a bit, uneasy, but full of hope, Yepa's voice was trembling.

"Huh?" The woman's expression became extremely agile, her eyes were full of narrow, her lips were a playful smile, and she giggled and said: "Why, Yan San, is this scared? Didn't you say you want to see what is? Longyang eighteenth style?"

Uh! Ye Po realized the drunken legend of this man...

As the woman fell on the bed vigorously, she watched the woman's eyes sparkle, her mouth was speaking in a language that she didn't understand, Ye Po's faint, a strong smile burst out little by little, and asked Ling Qingyu If you want or don't, answer, yes.

No matter who you think of me, as long as you can be happy...