Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Sixteen Ye Sum and Xie Saburo didn't mention Yan San again, just like the Shadows and Ling Qingyu, they used a white headband to tie their hair.

Ling Qingyu's legs, the face that was so thin that they almost couldn't recognize them, and the moment of pale anger and unconcealable sadness made them consciously suppress the sadness and anger.

After Yan Qi told them all of the process, they only said, if they really want to take revenge and take their place as the guards of their homes, then they must exercise themselves harder, not only martial arts but also their minds. Be like Yan San one day.

Ding Dong came to the General’s Mansion in the afternoon. Qian went back and was beaten by him. Originally, he wanted to just take her off. Later, after knowing that she had met all the big shopkeepers and Heishui officials in the Ling family, Ding Dong decided to go straight. Take her out to sea and dispose of it overseas. Ding Budong was a little unbearable at first, but then I heard Ding Dong say that she can talk about vanity like this now. If she returns home and tells people about the Ling family, then not only Ling Qingyu, but the entire Ling family will be in danger. Ding Budong didn't say much when he wanted to understand it.

Ling Qingyu was speechless for a while after hearing Ding Dong's treatment method, but he also knew that Ding Dong's treatment was cruel, but it was the most correct.

This time the Fengshen returned, and brought back the remaining silver and gold, as well as a ship full of precious spices stored in Lingjia Village.

In view of the current redevelopment of Yinlou and Spice Shop, Ling Qingyu asked Ding Dong to deliver all the goods to Cai Jingfang and Zheng Xi, while the silver and gold were transported to Heishuiguan.

Ling Qingyu's legs looked like this. Ding Dong and Fang Nianyuan knew that they were afraid that the trip to Europe would be pushed back. Fang Nianyuan asked him to **** the silver and gold. Fengshen went to Hangzhou to unload and load the goods from Hangzhou.

The people left by Shen Zhan in Great Zhou gathered another group of laborers, and Ling Qingyu asked Fengshen to bring the new ships to take the people there. At the same time, he let go and asked them to recruit more people to Lingjia Village. Now it is not just the dignitaries in Lingjia Village, Australia wants more.

I wrote another letter to Zhu Weili and Zhou Tan, asking Lingjia Village to speed up the production of warships. It turns out that Zhou Tan and Huang Jing's energy is mostly in the foundry. From now on, they must mobilize manpower to start shipbuilding. There is a lot of good wood in Nanyang, and now there are enough minerals, and shipbuilding can already be concentrated.

With Yang Zhao's consent, Fang Nianyuan took away the other two thousand people from his original camp this time. And Guan Xiao asked him to go with him to see how the iron cannons in Lingjia Village did. After receiving approval from Ling Qingyu and Yang Zhao, he rushed back to take people to Quanzhou to meet.

After such a busy two days, Yang Zhao asked Yin Ting'an to pretend to be himself, and quietly went to Wutai Mountain with Ling Qingyu.

Yang Zhao and Yan Qi discussed many times about the entourage, and Alan finally made a final decision.

"You went out sneakily, and you brought so many people with you because you want others to know? You are all injured like this, even if something goes wrong with you, can you be useful?" Alan looked at them and hated iron and steel. "Since she is sneaky, she must be sneaky. I think, you can bring a car driver. I will bring you enough medicine. Do you know how to change the medicine for her?"

Those guards, Alan, who looked like a soldier, didn’t choose one. In the end, Ying Thirteen was chosen as a driver. Ying Thirteen’s legs have almost recovered and he can walk normally without crutches, and he is the most agile. Compared with Su Mu, who had punched his eyes so much that he couldn't punch anymore, Xie Saburo called the bear boy with Ling Qingyu as soon as he met Alan, and the sixteen kids, he was still the safest.

Yan Qi also understood in his heart the reason why Alan did this. He wanted Yang Zhao and Ling Qingyu to spend more time alone, so that the knots they had finally solved would disappear completely, so they didn't say more, just wanted Ye Shiyi. Follow far behind.

Wutai Mountain is not far from Dai County, but the mountain road is steep and the carriage does not move fast.

June is the peak of Buddhist events in Mount Wutai. Although it is the end of the month, there are still many pilgrims coming and going.

This time when he came here, Ling Qingyu did not ride in the luxurious cart, but in the ordinary carriage that was temporarily modified, which was very inconspicuous among the pilgrims.

As soon as he entered the mountain area, he immediately cooled down. Yang Zhao wrapped Ling Qingyu with a cloak, poured a cup of hot tea for her, and then sat on the bed, hugged her in his arms, and watched the scenery outside the window with her.

Ling Qingyu raised his head to look at the traces on his neck that were still undiminished, and asked, "What the **** did you tell them?" The men's eyes on her were very wrong these past two days, even when she looked back. The eyes started to drift away.

Yang Zhao chuckled lightly, rubbing his chin on top of her head, and said with a smile: "I just said, this is the fun of our boudoir."

Ling Qingyu's face suddenly turned pale, remembering that Alan just glared at her when she looked at her, and sighed unconsciously, "It's over, my fame!"

Yang Zhao hugged her tighter, bowed his head to kiss her lips, and said in his heart, it's best to give up and don't come to grab someone from me.

Ling Qingyu just kissed him lightly and let it go. The window was still wide open. There were pilgrims passing by from time to time outside, pulling the curtains up, leaning in his arms, holding his slender fingers but carrying Many callous hands.

The breeze blew the curtains, and the endless noise of the pilgrims on the road also came through. Together with the long bells floating from a distant place, the carriage seemed peaceful.

"The owner, I'm afraid there are too many people in front. I heard that there is a monastery on the mountainside. How about going here?" The carriage stopped, and Ying Shisan opened the small window in front and asked.

Ling Qingyu opened some curtains and saw that in addition to a lot of carriages outside, many pedestrians were also rushing inside, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

When I walked in from the foot of the mountain, there were a lot fewer people. There were tall trees on both sides, and the mountain road started to go up, and there were various wild flowers blooming in it.

After walking for more than an hour, only their horse-drawn carriage hooves sounded on the road between the mountains, and the sky was already dark. Although there was still a little bit of light in the forest, it also brought some coolness.

Ying Thirteen's brows frowned slightly, and it was dark in a little while. This carriage was not as fully equipped as its own carriage. It would be bad if you were camping outside.

I was hesitating whether to retreat, and I saw a red wall on the mountainside in front of me showing through the dense forest.

Lingpu Temple is not big. In this deep mountain and far away from the place where Taihuai’s large temple gathers, there are only less than ten monks. So when Yang Zhao took out four silver ingots and a hundred taels of silver ingots, all monks in the temple suddenly He smiled and gave them a small courtyard behind the temple.

This small courtyard is far away from the temple. It is very remote and quiet. There are not many rooms, that is, three rooms. There is a small kitchen outside. Fortunately, there is a stream running by and an abandoned vegetable garden not far away. Hanging a lot of loofah.

Ying Thirteen parked the carriage in the temple, moved everything in, and then started cleaning.

There is a tall tree next to the red wall of the temple. The small courtyard here is surrounded by a fence against the red wall. The ground is only slightly leveled. Ying Thirteen moved out the chair from the house. After wiping it clean, Yang Zhao put the cloak on it and let Ling Qingyu sit on it, and then helped Ying Shisan work.

The sky was approaching dusk, and the wind on the mountain was chilly, and it was very comfortable to blow on him. The sound of the monk's evening class chanting from the temple sounded next to the sound of the wooden fish, making Ling Qingyu's heart suddenly calm.

There is no horse-drawn carriage to go from Lingpu Temple to the plateau on the top of the mountain, so Yang Zhao carried Ling Qingyu on his back or carried Ling Qingyu on his back to find a trace in the mountains, or rode Ling Qingyu onto the platform to see the wind and clouds. Look at the wild flowers blooming on the meadow on the ground, and watch the faint clouds spreading along the mesa, and then shroud them in a mist.

Yang Zhao's back was wide and warm, and the ubiquitous tenderness slowly warmed Ling Qingyu's heart like the clouds and mists that spread over the platform.

He helps her bathe, wipes her body, washes her feet, dresses, combs her hair, carries her to wherever she wants to go, in the mountains, creeks, dense forests, avoiding the flow of people, and playing in the wild flowers on the ground. , Rushed to the top of Dongtaitai in the middle of the night to watch the sunrise.

When the red sun burst out from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, Ling Qingyu, who was lying on Yang Zhao's back, only felt that his chest cavity was filled again, and it seemed that there was vitality coming from there again.

"Qingyu...I will join Yansan's share...love you..." Yang Zhao whispered slightly while looking sideways at the woman lying on her shoulders, whose face was dazzlingly illuminated in the morning sun.

The sky began to light up, and more people came up to worship the stage. Seeing that most of them smiled kindly, it was a little joke.

Ling Qingyu blushed and asked Yang Zhao to go down the mountain.

After raising for so many days, her legs can stand for a moment, and with Yang Zhao’s support, she can also take that one step or two steps, but Yang Zhao will not let her stand or walk more. After all, her leg bones were originally If it is crushing, it is better to raise more.

So even though Ling Qingyu blushed and wanted to get down by himself, Yang Zhao ignored him and walked down the steps step by step, as if he hadn't seen the smiling faces of those nearby.

"Zhao," Ling Qingyu, who simply gave up the shy and cheeky lying on his back, leaned his head on his shoulder, took his hand around, looked at the wild flowers on the roadside, and said: "If we are all seven and eighty, Do you still carry me like this?"

"Well, for the rest of my life, as long as Zhao still has a tone," Yang Zhao kissed her on the cheek and said with a smile: "Not only in this life, Zhao wants to carry you for life, okay?"

His eyes were clear, but there was flame-like emotion in the bottom of his eyes. Ling Qingyu was poked at the softness deep in his heart, causing her to bend her eyes, clasping his neck, and nodding: "Okay."

Ling Qingyu's voice was very small. Hearing Yang Zhao's ears was like a lightning strike, the corners of his mouth were tilted up, and seeing a red wall showing through in front of him, he walked in no matter what Bodhisattva was enshrined.

Sixteen Ye Sum and Xie Saburo didn't mention Yan San again, just like the Shadows and Ling Qingyu, they used a white headband to tie their hair.

Ling Qingyu's legs, the face that was so thin that they almost couldn't recognize them, and the moment of pale anger and unconcealable sadness made them consciously suppress the sadness and anger.

After Yan Qi told them all of the process, they only said, if they really want to take revenge and take their place as the guards of their homes, then they must exercise themselves harder, not only martial arts but also their minds. Be like Yan San one day.

Ding Dong came to the General’s Mansion in the afternoon. Qian went back and was beaten by him. Originally, he wanted to just take her off. Later, after knowing that she had met all the big shopkeepers and Heishui officials in the Ling family, Ding Dong decided to go straight. Take her out to sea and dispose of it overseas. Ding Budong was a little unbearable at first, but then I heard Ding Dong say that she can talk about vanity like this now. If she returns home and tells people about the Ling family, then not only Ling Qingyu, but the entire Ling family will be in danger. Ding Budong didn't say much when he wanted to understand it.

Ling Qingyu was speechless for a while after hearing Ding Dong's treatment method, but he also knew that Ding Dong's treatment was cruel, but it was the most correct.

This time the Fengshen returned, and brought back the remaining silver and gold, as well as a ship full of precious spices stored in Lingjia Village.

In view of the current redevelopment of Yinlou and Spice Shop, Ling Qingyu asked Ding Dong to deliver all the goods to Cai Jingfang and Zheng Xi, while the silver and gold were transported to Heishuiguan.

Ling Qingyu's legs looked like this. Ding Dong and Fang Nianyuan knew that they were afraid that the trip to Europe would be pushed back. Fang Nianyuan asked him to **** the silver and gold. Fengshen went to Hangzhou to unload and load the goods from Hangzhou.

The people left by Shen Zhan in Great Zhou gathered another group of laborers, and Ling Qingyu asked Fengshen to bring the new ships to take the people there. At the same time, he let go and asked them to recruit more people to Lingjia Village. Now it is not just the dignitaries in Lingjia Village, Australia wants more.

I wrote another letter to Zhu Weili and Zhou Tan, asking Lingjia Village to speed up the production of warships. It turns out that Zhou Tan and Huang Jing's energy is mostly in the foundry. From now on, they must mobilize manpower to start shipbuilding. There is a lot of good wood in Nanyang, and now there are enough minerals, and shipbuilding can already be concentrated.

With Yang Zhao's consent, Fang Nianyuan took away the other two thousand people from his original camp this time. And Guan Xiao asked him to go with him to see how the iron cannons in Lingjia Village did. After receiving approval from Ling Qingyu and Yang Zhao, he rushed back to take people to Quanzhou to meet.

After such a busy two days, Yang Zhao asked Yin Ting'an to pretend to be himself, and quietly went to Wutai Mountain with Ling Qingyu.

Yang Zhao and Yan Qi discussed many times about the entourage, and Alan finally made a final decision.

"You went out sneakily, and you brought so many people with you because you want others to know? You are all injured like this, even if something goes wrong with you, can you be useful?" Alan looked at them and hated iron and steel. "Since she is sneaky, she must be sneaky. I think, you can bring a car driver. I will bring you enough medicine. Do you know how to change the medicine for her?"

Those guards, Alan, who looked like a soldier, didn’t choose one. In the end, Ying Thirteen was chosen as a driver. Ying Thirteen’s legs have almost recovered and he can walk normally without crutches, and he is the most agile. Compared with Su Mu, who had punched his eyes so much that he couldn't punch anymore, Xie Saburo called the bear boy with Ling Qingyu as soon as he met Alan, and the sixteen kids, he was still the safest.

Yan Qi also understood in his heart the reason why Alan did this. He wanted Yang Zhao and Ling Qingyu to spend more time alone, so that the knots they had finally solved would disappear completely, so they didn't say more, just wanted Ye Shiyi. Follow far behind.

Wutai Mountain is not far from Dai County, but the mountain road is steep and the carriage does not move fast.

June is the peak of Buddhist events in Mount Wutai. Although it is the end of the month, there are still many pilgrims coming and going.

This time when he came here, Ling Qingyu did not ride in the luxurious cart, but in the ordinary carriage that was temporarily modified, which was very inconspicuous among the pilgrims.

As soon as he entered the mountain area, he immediately cooled down. Yang Zhao wrapped Ling Qingyu with a cloak, poured a cup of hot tea for her, and then sat on the bed, hugged her in his arms, and watched the scenery outside the window with her.

Ling Qingyu raised his head to look at the traces on his neck that were still undiminished, and asked, "What the **** did you tell them?" The men's eyes on her were very wrong these past two days, even when she looked back. The eyes started to drift away.

Yang Zhao chuckled lightly, rubbing his chin on top of her head, and said with a smile: "I just said, this is the fun of our boudoir."

Ling Qingyu's face suddenly turned pale, remembering that Alan just glared at her when she looked at her, and sighed unconsciously, "It's over, my fame!"

Yang Zhao hugged her tighter, bowed his head to kiss her lips, and said in his heart, it's best to give up and don't come to grab someone from me.

Ling Qingyu just kissed him lightly and let it go. The window was still wide open. There were pilgrims passing by from time to time outside, pulling the curtains up, leaning in his arms, holding his slender fingers but carrying Many callous hands.

The breeze blew the curtains, and the endless noise of the pilgrims on the road also came through. Together with the long bells floating from a distant place, the carriage seemed peaceful.

"The owner, I'm afraid there are too many people in front. I heard that there is a monastery on the mountainside. How about going here?" The carriage stopped, and Ying Shisan opened the small window in front and asked.

Ling Qingyu opened some curtains and saw that in addition to a lot of carriages outside, many pedestrians were also rushing inside, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

When I walked in from the foot of the mountain, there were a lot fewer people. There were tall trees on both sides, and the mountain road started to go up, and there were various wild flowers blooming in it.

After walking for more than an hour, only their horse-drawn carriage hooves sounded on the road between the mountains, and the sky was already dark. Although there was still a little bit of light in the forest, it also brought some coolness.

Ying Thirteen's brows frowned slightly, and it was dark in a little while. This carriage was not as fully equipped as its own carriage. It would be bad if you were camping outside.

I was hesitating whether to retreat, and I saw a red wall on the mountainside in front of me showing through the dense forest.

Lingpu Temple is not big. In this deep mountain and far away from the place where Taihuai’s large temple gathers, there are only less than ten monks. So when Yang Zhao took out four silver ingots and a hundred taels of silver ingots, all monks in the temple suddenly He smiled and gave them a small courtyard behind the temple.

This small courtyard is far away from the temple. It is very remote and quiet. There are not many rooms, that is, three rooms. There is a small kitchen outside. Fortunately, there is a stream running by and an abandoned vegetable garden not far away. Hanging a lot of loofah.

Ying Thirteen parked the carriage in the temple, moved everything in, and then started cleaning.

There is a tall tree next to the red wall of the temple. The small courtyard here is surrounded by a fence against the red wall. The ground is only slightly leveled. Ying Thirteen moved out the chair from the house. After wiping it clean, Yang Zhao put the cloak on it and let Ling Qingyu sit on it, and then helped Ying Shisan work.

The sky was approaching dusk, and the wind on the mountain was chilly, and it was very comfortable to blow on him. The sound of the monk's evening class chanting from the temple sounded next to the sound of the wooden fish, making Ling Qingyu's heart suddenly calm.

There is no horse-drawn carriage to go from Lingpu Temple to the plateau on the top of the mountain, so Yang Zhao carried Ling Qingyu on his back or carried Ling Qingyu on his back to find a trace in the mountains, or rode Ling Qingyu onto the platform to see the wind and clouds. Look at the wild flowers blooming on the meadow on the ground, and watch the faint clouds spreading along the mesa, and then shroud them in a mist.

Yang Zhao's back was wide and warm, and the ubiquitous tenderness slowly warmed Ling Qingyu's heart like the clouds and mists that spread over the platform.

He helps her bathe, wipes her body, washes her feet, dresses, combs her hair, carries her to wherever she wants to go, in the mountains, creeks, dense forests, avoiding the flow of people, and playing in the wild flowers on the ground. , Rushed to the top of Dongtaitai in the middle of the night to watch the sunrise.

When the red sun burst out from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, Ling Qingyu, who was lying on Yang Zhao's back, only felt that his chest cavity was filled again, and it seemed that there was vitality coming from there again.

"Qingyu...I will join Yansan's share...love you..." Yang Zhao whispered slightly while looking sideways at the woman lying on her shoulders, whose face was dazzlingly illuminated in the morning sun.

The sky began to light up, and more people came up to worship the stage. Seeing that most of them smiled kindly, it was a little joke.

Ling Qingyu blushed and asked Yang Zhao to go down the mountain.

After raising for so many days, her legs can stand for a moment, and with Yang Zhao’s support, she can also take that one step or two steps, but Yang Zhao will not let her stand or walk more. After all, her leg bones were originally If it is crushing, it is better to raise more.

So even though Ling Qingyu blushed and wanted to get down by himself, Yang Zhao ignored him and walked down the steps step by step, as if he hadn't seen the smiling faces of those nearby.

"Zhao," Ling Qingyu, who simply gave up the shy and cheeky lying on his back, leaned his head on his shoulder, took his hand around, looked at the wild flowers on the roadside, and said: "If we are all seven and eighty, Do you still carry me like this?"

"Well, for the rest of my life, as long as Zhao still has a tone," Yang Zhao kissed her on the cheek and said with a smile: "Not only in this life, Zhao wants to carry you for life, okay?"

His eyes were clear, but there was flame-like emotion in the bottom of his eyes. Ling Qingyu was poked at the softness deep in his heart, causing her to bend her eyes, clasping his neck, and nodding: "Okay."

Ling Qingyu's voice was very small. Hearing Yang Zhao's ears was like a lightning strike, the corners of his mouth were tilted up, and seeing a red wall showing through in front of him, he walked in no matter what Bodhisattva was enshrined.