Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Han Mo first left and went to Shaanxi Road to arrange wasteland reclamation there. If there are free labor here, then the hired person can use Shaanxi Road first.

Ling Qingyu also wanted to follow the past to take a look, but Yang Zhao's sad eyes were left behind, and he could only send a small handkerchief to Han Mian who was carrying the seed team away.

The small courtyard is heavily guarded. Not only are there fully armed guards at the door, but there are even people on the roof. Those who want to spy on General Yang’s secrets are either thrown out of blood, or even unable to touch the door.

But so, Ling Qingyu couldn't get out, so he could only sit in the room and lament.

When Yang Zhao arrived in the evening, what he saw was Ling Qingyu sitting by the window with a wandering sad face. He paused outside the door, hung his helmet on the shelf, took off his gloves, walked behind her and rubbed. He rubbed her head and said, "Tomorrow, let's go to the mountain."

Ling Qingyu's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, and said, "Forget it, tomorrow I will see if I can start growing seedlings."

"I have already told the old farmers in the army about the method you said. They will start to do it. Tomorrow we won't go to the fields and go to the mountains to play, okay?" Yang Zhao knelt down and said.

"Yeah." Ling Qingyu nodded, wiped his cheek with a hand, and asked, "So much dust?"

"Spring is about to start, I'm afraid there are some changes in the Liao people." Yang Zhao didn't want to tell her this, but she is not the kind of person who can hide it, so it's better to say it earlier.

"Is going to fight again?" Ling Qingyu frowned and said.

"It's hard to say, but take precautions. I will be a little busy in the last few days," Yang Zhao said, holding her hand. "Qingyu, if there is a war, you go first."

Seeing Ling Qingyu staring at him, Yang Zhao smiled and said: "You are here, I can't feel at ease. Don't worry, their main force is held by General Zhao. I also have a hundred thousand troops here. It's not that easy to bully."

"In this case, I won't leave." Ling Qingyu said. Once I leave, I don’t know when I come back.

"Qing Yu..." Yang Zhao sighed. Why did he want her to go. She went out to sea and never returned in a year. I remembered that there was no news until autumn last year. I only thought that something happened to her at sea, during the war. , He charged with the heart to die.

"Come on, change the dressing." Ling Qingyu didn't wait for him to say more, dragged him up, and helped him take off his armor.

Shi Fang's medicine is very effective, and within half a month, the wound has almost lost its shell.

"Yeah." Ling Qingyu snorted in satisfaction, holding back the feeling of trying to help him peel the shell, and put the **** on him.

"Qingyu..." Yang Zhao shook her hand with a hoarse voice. Because of his injuries, Ling Qingyu didn't let him do vigorous exercises these days, and he was depressed if he had meat but couldn't eat it. He finally realized it now. through.

Ling Qingyu was also a little moved, and glanced out the window.

Yan San stood under the tree in the yard. From the window, he could just see the man looking out with a guilty conscience. He approached the door, closed the door, and the wind swept away, the curtain was also drawn, and then he confronted Yan sitting on the roof. Qi made a gesture and swept to the roof of the front yard together. (Students can go and listen to brothers' troubles here)

As soon as the curtains were closed, Yang Zhao lowered his head and kissed the rosy lips, Ling Qingyu put his arms around his waist, but did not dare to exert any effort.

"Help me wash." The little brother under him was already excited, remembering that he had been practicing for a day, his body was very dirty, and he had suppressed the ****, Yang Zhao gasped.

This house is also in accordance with Ling Qingyu's habit. There is a bathroom next to the bedroom. The wooden barrel in the bathroom has been filled with water, and the water temperature is just right.

Let Yang Zhao sit on a low stool, his wound couldn't be soaked in water, Ling Qingyu took a towel soaked in water and helped him wipe it a little bit.

Wiping, both of them thought of the hot spring under the stars.

Ling Qingyu lowered his head and kissed his lips, just dabbing it, and then turning to the back of his ears and neck, the kiss became stronger and stronger, and he began to **** hard. When he bit the **** that was already erect, Yang Zhao was already Can't help but send out a low ****.

Ling Qingyu stopped and pretended not to see the red on his face. He squatted and wiped his abdomen. There was a new scar on the flat and hard abdominal abdomen. It was not very obvious, and the danger at the time could be seen. Ling Qingyu unconsciously kissed her lips, traced the track along the scar, reached the belly button and licked her tongue, and she felt the body underneath tighten for a while, Yang Zhao grabbed her head and whispered ****come out.

Ling Qingyu sucked and licked **** the belly button. He heard the breathing on the top getting thicker and thicker, then let go again, and then continued to scrub the bottom calmly.

Yang Zhao looked at her helplessly, and the little brother below kept saying hello to her. She could treat her as invisible, and after scrubbing all of her waist, she opened his legs and flicked her fingers on the little brother’s head. Before he exclaimed that he had time to come out, he wrapped the towel around the little brother, scrubbed it up and down, rubbing it loosely and tightly, and then made the two eggs underneath the same way.

Yang Zhao's body was tense, and the **** in the corner of his mouth couldn't help but overflow, but this was just the beginning. After washing there, her fingers seemed to inadvertently run across his inner thighs, bringing him After a shudder, he pinched again.

"Qing Yu..." Yang Zhao whispered unconsciously.

Looking at Yang Zhao, whose face was already flushing, Ling Qingyu continued to wash his underside. The legs were full of mud. Ling Qingyu scrubbed very seriously, except that her clothes were already wet and she was very uncomfortable, so she just went away. Stand up and take off your clothes one by one.

The winter thick clothes were put on the hangers piece by piece, and the slender and healthy female carcass was displayed in front of Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao only felt that his throat was dry, and there seemed to be a fire inside his body.

After taking off his clothes, Ling Qingyu squatted down again, raised his feet, and washed those feet with water a little bit, and then put them between his breasts, to wash the calves, after washing the calves, the lips were in the thick A kiss was printed on the palm of the foot.

"Qing Yu..." Yang Zhao yelled out without realizing it, his voice dull and trembling, the little brother already had bruises, his face was flushed red.

Ling Qingyu raised his index finger to his mouth and shook his head gently. Yang Zhao closed his eyes, holding back the **** that was about to vent.

Washing his legs, Ling Qingyu asked him to stand up, put his hands on the wall, and tilted up his sturdy buttocks. Ling Yu poured water on the upper part of his buttocks and watched the water run along the ditch. The crevices flowed down, and then stretched out her hand to wash along the ditch.

When the fingers reached the chrysanthemum, Yang Zhao's body couldn't help shaking anymore.

"Qingyu...Qingyu..." low ****, pleading tone.

Ling Qingyu hugged him from behind, the plump **** pressed against his back, moved his head and kissed deeply, then inserted his index finger through the chrysanthemum, found the position of the prostate, and twitched slowly.

"Hmm..." The excited cry was blocked by her lips, and her body was occupied by pleasure. There was nothing else in Yang Zhao's head, only all the feelings given by the person in front of him.

He hugged Ling Qingyu up, stepped into the room a few steps, Yang Zhao fit and rushed forward, and in his mind, every cell in his body was filled with this person, and there was no room for others, including himself.

Ling Qingyu didn't expect that the provocative reaction this time would be so great. Yang Zhao didn't care about his injury, begging for love again and again, and ****ing again and again, and finally was faint-like soreness.

You can't live by committing evil!

"Qing Yu." Five fingers combed the woman's hair gently, and Yang Zhao called.

"Huh?" Ling Qingyu replied weakly.

Stay at Heishuiguan in July of this year. This sentence has been whirled in my heart, but I still can’t say it. Now I don’t have enough power. If I stay here, I might be targeted. Last fall After the war, the emperor transferred another 50,000 troops from the northwest to his account. The emperor’s original intention was to restrict him, but in the eyes of others, he was already a heavy general with a 100,000 troops, so There was the decree to bestow the marriage to Miss Wang. The fifty thousand army would be able to get all the income in another battle, but the eye-catching attention from Bianjing was a troublesome thing, especially this person, as long as there is trouble, he will run away.

Yang Zhao felt a pain in his heart. When General Yang yelled, he knew that she had retired, not retiring. She wanted to draw a line with him. She was really a cruel woman.

Seeing him calling out and there was no sound, Ling Qingyu opened his eyes hard, just to see the pain in his eyes, unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his eyes, and called: "Zhao?"

If you can't marry her, what reason is there to hinder her happiness?

Seeing his eye circles gradually reddening, and the corners of his tightly squeezed mouth were biting and bleeding, Ling Qingyu was startled, hurriedly propped up and hugged him, and said, "Zhao? What's wrong with Zhao?"

"I don't want much, Qingyu, I can do it once a year." Yang Zhao hugged her, buried her head on her shoulders, and the voice seemed to come from inside her chest, whispering: "It won't be too troublesome. Once a year is enough, if I die in battle, help me receive the body and give me a burial place, Zhao will be satisfied."

Ling Qingyu's heart was shaken, and then there was a burst of sadness, my Yang Zhao, my brave and invincible general, how could Ling Qingyu, He De, make you so despised yourself?

"Zhao," Ling Qingyu sighed lightly, and said, "Qingyu loves you too." Patting his shoulder lightly, said: "When you don't need to guard the gate, you will come back and we will build one. Zhuangzi, go fishing every day, read a book, and then go abroad to wander around."

"Will you wait for me?" Yang Zhao raised his head, looking at her with bright eyes, and asked.

Seeing that there was a tail wagging at the back of his bridge, Ling Qingyu's sorrow was blown away again, and he laughed out loud, and then said: "Yes, naturally I will wait for you." After thinking about it, he said. : "Zhao, Yan San and I..."

"I know." Yang Zhao interrupted her. Seeing her eyes widened in surprise, he thought about it again. It is estimated that Yan San hadn't told her about July 14th. He smiled and said, "No. There is only him, Qingyu, you and me, you can't have him alone."

What does this mean? Ling Qingyu was somewhat unacceptable, she had struggled for so long, didn't dare to love this person at all? How open is the atmosphere of this Great Zhou? The legacy of the Tang Dynasty?

"But you can only have me!" Grabbing his shoulders, Ling Qingyu hurriedly declared his sovereignty. However, thinking that this was a bit unfair, he was discouraged and said: "If you find true love, it doesn't matter, I don't mind." what! this is.

How could someone else get the best, that unforgettable feeling, how could someone else be able to give it again, but Yang Zhao raised her head and said, "You must mind, you have to say so as well. do."

"Huh?" Ling Qingyu looked at him puzzled.

Yang Zhao imitated her and said viciously: "If you dare to find someone else, I will draw your muscles, peel your skin, drink your blood and eat your meat!"

He learned too much. Ling Qingyu suddenly smiled and beat him. He felt wonderfully relaxed, lay down in his arms, grabbed the little dot, and said, "Zhao, what do you like me?"

"I like it all." Yang Zhao went to kiss her forehead and followed the contour of her face to find the plump and **** lips. I didn't know when, I liked it, and then slowly increased until the bones melted into the flesh and blood.

"Boom boom boom!" The door was knocked vigorously, and Yan Qi said outside: "Don't eat dinner?"