Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"You, you!" Ling Qingyu pointed at him speechlessly.

"Don't worry, I didn't hear much." Ling Yunfei smiled. He had heard Ling Qingyu's cough and had a look, but he just heard the next two sentences.

"Qingyu?" Yang Zhao lowered his head and called from the other side.

"How far are we from Dai County?" Ling Qingyu asked.

"Almost, there is still one day away." Yang Zhao said.

"Ling Daxia, about this matter, can we sit down and talk about it?" Ling Qingyu said to Ling Yun.

"Naturally good." Ling Yunfei smiled and moved away.

"There is one more thing. The manager who went to Guizhou reported that the road to Jiaozhi has been opened. According to what you said, it has been connected to the gold mine there, and construction has begun in Xunzhou, Xiangzhou. The sugar mill, our stores and retail lines have already begun to lay there, and the goods can be sent directly from Hangzhou to Hepu by sea. Then sugar can be transported back from there." Han Mian continued.

"Well, I'd better change the car, and listen to it, I will be disappointed in life." Alan got off the bed and sighed.

"Running around, it's true." Ling Qingyu grabbed her and said: "Is there anything to be envious of? Just like you said, no matter how rich I am, the government wants to accept it, and the magic sect wants to kidnap. Kidnapped."

Alan looked back at her for a long while and nodded: "Yes, your life is indeed tragic enough, um, I'm balanced."

Ling Qingyu looked at her dumbly for a long while, then said: "The king of heaven covers the earth."

Alan rolled her eyes, and then said: "I'm still going out, I'll get some ventilation." Then she pulled the car door, let Yingjiu stop the car, and jumped down and ran into the carriage ahead.

"In Yuezhou, we bought part of the tea hills and some fields in Junshan. It was just that the floods washed Yuezhou so hard last year. This year we have just regained some vitality. I am afraid it will take some time to produce. Han Wei said after Alan left.

"Can you buy the water in Dongting Lake?" Ling Qingyu asked.

Han Mian frowned and said, "It's best not to do it now. I heard that many of the refugees over there have entered the lake and gathered in the lake to become bandits."

"Did it start so soon?" Ling Qingyu whispered to himself.

"What?" Han Yan asked without hearing clearly.

"It's okay, where are the refugees making trouble now?" Ling Qingyu asked, raising his head.

"It turned out that Jiangzhou was very violent. Even the government sent troops. Later, I heard that someone took money to appease the two sides. There are some in other places, but they have been calmed down." Han Yan said.

"How did you calm down? They were all bought with money?" Ling Qingyu asked.

Han Yan shook his head and lowered his voice: "I heard that many people were killed, they were all local officers and soldiers who were dispatched."

"Officials and soldiers? Are there too many local officers and soldiers? How was Da Zhou's army arranged?" Ling Qingyu couldn't help but wonder.

"Of course there are more. Zhao Jiajun, Yang Jiajun and Sun Jiajun belong to the frontier army and specialize in fighting the Liao State party. But the three of them combined are not as many as the Forbidden Army near Bianjing. The Forbidden Army has heavy troops in Bianjing and Luoyang, but they They belong to different jurisdictions, and the relationship is chaotic. Each state capital also has its own army, which is under the command of the local commander. If the number of these army troops is assembled, it is very large. It is very simple to suppress the refugees." Han Nian said. .

"Does the court survive with such a huge army?" Ling Qingyu said coldly. I knew that Yang Zhao’s military armaments were deducted, and I had so many useless soldiers.

"Most of Dazhou's tax revenue, I'm afraid it will be spent on raising soldiers." Han Yan sighed.

"Have you opened up the road to Sichuan Gorge?" Ling Qingyu asked.

"Well, that's okay. Now we can make tea and silk directly from Sichuan and Shu, and we can directly transport the salt from Dangxiang and Yanzhou." Han Yan smiled. Now Meng Su has expanded the number of people to 20,000, and the added people are local savage and warriors. Now their caravans pass through Shaanxi Road and Chuanshu Road and no one dares to stop them. Of course, he also followed behind to manage local officials. The place is far away from Bianjing, and the local officials get through, and Bianjing can't even touch the wind.

"If you count the profit, how much have we earned in a year now?" Ling Qingyu asked, leaning on the cushion.

"Is it a spice?" Han Miao asked with a smile.

The spices were exchanged for real gold and silver and the goods were taken back by Ram. Ling Qingyu shook his head and said, "You don't need to count spices."

Han Yan raised a slap and said, "The net profit is six million taels, and all expenses and dividends are removed. However, recently there have been more purchases of properties and some money has been spent."

Although it is not as good as the profits from overseas, this profit has already been considerable in Dazhou. Moreover, under the situation of being suppressed to completely compress the Yinlou Spice Shop, this shows that Lingjia’s business structure has begun to change. Yinlou spices, but now it is fully developed, not only the silk tea and the market trade, but also the daily necessities such as the clothing store of the restaurant and the medicine shop have penetrated.

"Master, it's time for our spice shop and Yinlou to reopen? There are also restaurants. Now restaurants in Hangzhou, Huai'an and other places have very good business. Would you consider opening more branches?" Han Mian asked.

"Yes, you don't have to use a name. You can collect information through these shops, whether it's officials, court, or Jianghu." Ling Qingyu thought for a while, then said: "I'll tell Azhao. There is a department dedicated to analyzing information. See if it can help establish it."

"General Yang is already doing this. The head of the house, won't your wedding with General Yang be cancelled?" Han Yan looked at her worriedly and asked.

Ling Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Why did you say this?"

Han Yan shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, it won't be fine."

"Han Mian, I have lost Yan San, and I can no longer bear Yang Zhao." Ling Qingyu sighed.

There are more people you can’t lose. Han Yan kindly decided not to hit her anymore. He changed the subject and said, “Hehe, Cai Jingfang and Zheng Xi are on the road. Everyone is ready to make trouble in your bridal chamber. It's a mess, it's disappointing."

Ling Qingyu pointed to his leg and said, "Just how poor I am now, do you have to be cruel to make trouble?"

"Hehe, you don't need to worry about this, General Yang must be mentally prepared." Han Yan smiled.

Ling Qingyu was dumb, and it again appeared in his mind that Yan San had toasted the wine of thousands of people that night in Lingjia Village, and finally fell into his arms. That day was like yesterday.

Seeing her eyes flushed, Han Yan cursed himself secretly, and hurriedly said: "You will take a rest first, and it won't be too late to think about those things when you get better."

Han Yan escaped and left the carriage, and the carriage suddenly became quiet.

Ling Qingyu looked at the soft couch on the opposite side of the bed without realizing his eyes. Generally, after no one is in the carriage, Yan San would sit from there, either making tea, or helping her with loose bones and massage, but now There was nothing but nothing.

With a clatter of the door, Ling Qingyu woke up from his dazedness, and looked up, Yang Zhao had already entered the carriage, closed the door, and then took off his helmet and placed it aside.

In the past few days, Yang Zhao has basically never gotten into this car. He just asked Alan to accompany her. But Ling Qingyu knew that he was riding on the side of the carriage during the day, and at night he leaned against the carriage and slept. The wall of the car, but never left.

Yang Zhao took off his armour and sat on the edge of the bed, put his hand on her forehead, and asked, "What happened just now?"

"Nothing, I was amused by Alan's joke." Ling Qingyu took his hand and took it down, and said, "Zhao, I have something to tell you."

"Ok?"

"Alan has shown it to me, saying that my physique is too cold, I'm afraid I will be childless forever." Ling Qingyu lowered his eyes and said.

Yang Zhao straightened slightly, took his hand out of Ling Qingyu's hand, and began to disarm.

With a twitch of his hand, Ling Qingyu's palm was empty, as if his heart was also slightly empty, and he lowered his head not to look at him.

Yang Zhao put the armor aside, got on the bed, then hugged Ling Qingyu, raised her chin, and kissed it.

His kiss was fierce and domineering, between his lips and teeth, intermittently overflowing from the corner of his mouth: "It's okay to Yan San, or no child, Qing Yu, no matter what excuses you use, I won't let go and die. I won't let it go!"

After stunned for a moment, Ling Qingyu raised his hand to hook his neck and responded back.

After receiving Ling Qingyu's response, Yang Zhao's movements eased, and in the end only gentleness was left.

"Qingyu, all I want is you, only you..." After releasing Ling Qingyu, Yang Zhao said, "After so many years, don't you understand my heart?"

"Such an important matter, I have to make it clear anyway." Ling Qingyu blushed slightly and turned his head.

"If you like children, we will adopt one in the future. If one is not enough, we will adopt a few more." Yang Zhao turned her head over and said.

"Adopt," Ling Qingyu shook his head and said, "I don't want it anymore." Treating him wholeheartedly, but in the end he was betrayed. One such pain is enough.

"That's better, I don't have to worry about you taking the child more seriously than me." Yang Zhao smiled lightly.

He took off his armor, and there was only a white **** inside, and the delicate collarbone could be seen from the open collar. Although he hadn't slept well after running for days, the beard on his face was shaved cleanly. Jing, here in Da Zhou, it is popular for men to grow beards after they are in their 20s. Only those with beards are called mature men, but Yang Zhao would shave his face clean before seeing her for the second time.

"Zhao!" Ling Qingyu moved a bit, put his arms around his neck and hugged him, put his face on his shoulders, and said: "Although I can't help you two, I love Yansan and Zhao, really. Love loves..."

"I know." Yang Zhao grabbed her waist and hugged her tightly into his arms, whispering. Speaking of sorry, in fact, it should be what I want to say. If it weren’t for not letting go and reluctant to let go, she would have gone with Yan San early and went away in the open sky, but Yan San, I would not say sorry, even in the end To go to hell, I will never let go.

It has entered the summer, and the clothes are thin, and he feels the man's breath in his ears is beginning to be a little rough. Ling Qingyu raised his head and saw that Yang Zhao's face was already blushing and there was a trace of pain. With a heart move, he untied his waist. A.

Looking at the chastity belt that had been a little discolored, and the poor little brother who had never been loosened before, and the poor little brother who had erected and was strangled back, Ling Qingyu reached for the key on his neck.

"Not now," Yang Zhao took her hand and gasped, "I can't help it."

"Wait when you are willing," Yang Zhao buttoned his waist armor and whispered: "Untie it for me."

As soon as Ling Qingyu wanted to speak, he heard a huge sound of horses' hoofs outside, and it seemed that a herd of horses was rushing.