Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"Qingyu..." When approaching the bed, Yang Zhao forced himself to put on a smile, and said, "Are you hungry? I'll get some more food."

"Zhao," Ling Qingyu turned his head, looked at the red in his eyes, raised his head and hooked his head, lightly kissed, and said: "Don't blame you, give me some time, just give me some time."

"Qingyu, I would rather you vent to me," Yang Zhao raised his head slightly and said: "I would rather you blame me, scold me, and say why you lost Yan San because I came back to Da Zhou. I would rather you beat me and punish me than... I don’t want to be your shackles and burdens, the cause of your own endurance, if my existence really becomes your shackles, then Zhao would rather disappear now, At least, you can cry loudly, feel sad to your heart's content, and do whatever you want."

Ling Qingyu was taken aback and saw Yang Zhao slowly relieved of his robe, and said: "Qingyu, don't blame yourself anymore. Everything is blamed. You can't abandon Da Zhou because of Zhao, and you can't disclose you because of Zhao. The relationship with Yan San, because of Zhao, you are reluctant to do the things you didn't want to do." Watching tears slowly rolling down from the corner of Ling Qingyu's eyes, Yang Zhao lowered his head and kissed the teardrops, and said in a low voice. "So punish Zhao, Zhao is so hateful, you must punish Zhao severely." He held Ling Qingyu's hand, grabbed the little brother under him, and shook his whole body with a strong grip. , But still smiled and said: "Vent all your anger."

The door of the room was closed tightly, and there was a faint sound coming from inside. Yan Qi listened to it for a while and waved to make everyone avoid it, not to disturb anyone, and she also sat on the corner away from the main house.

The morning sun came in through the window, and shattered the room.

Ling Qingyu raised his head and covered his eyes, then blinked and opened his eyes, hearing a shallow breath in his ear, turning his head, he saw Yang Zhao's long eyelashes.

Ling Qingyu opened his eyes and looked at the eyes covered by the eyelashes for a while, then slowly moved his gaze down. When he saw a purple-black mark on his neck, his heart jumped. When he looked down, he saw his arms twisted. With his back behind him, the memory of yesterday slowly came to my mind, and I used my arms to prop up his body, and the thin cover slipped from the two of them, revealing his body. Yang Zhao's hands were still tightly tied behind his back because of being caught for a long time. He was **** with purple blood stains, and there were various traces all over his body.

Ling Qingyu gently ran his fingers across the scars, remembering how he irritated him yesterday, and let him vent his anger like a shrew, the backlog of resentments and complaints that he did not dare to face, those in order to show himself The true thoughts pressed down by his kindness and compassion, in fact, I also complain. Why do you want to make yourself so embarrassed for others? Isn't it good to be only outside? Relying on their own knowledge and Yan San's force, where can't you be a landlord? With a caring lover like Yan San, why bother to plan these bad things in Da Zhou? No complaints? No complaints? How could there not be, it's just that these little demons were suppressed by myself, what a hypocrisy!

But he knows all these things, he knows all the uncontrollable thoughts in his heart, and knows that what he can't get through is actually his own level. If I choose hard, how can I lose Yan San, so he uses this method to come. Pick everything out.

Fingers ran across the strangle mark between his neck, when she was provoked by the anger in her heart, and when she followed his words and shouted because of you, when she really tried hard to strangle the belt, his eyes were actually clear There must be no complaints, just so quiet and without any struggle, let her tighten the belt tighter.

If Zhao disappears to make you happy, then let Zhao disappear...

How could I forget that it was the love of this man that gave me the initial affirmation in this world, that the heart of nowhere, the lonely heart, the heart that was hurt and abandoned and sad and desolate, it was this man. With a little bit of comfort, he can slowly open his heart and begin to accept the world, and he has never been far away. He has been here, silently using everything he has to protect himself. Why should such a man go there? Doubt about love for him.

Now that you have chosen the way, don't regret or hesitate, since you are in love, don't regret or doubt.

Ling Qingyu stretched out his hand to untie Yang Zhao's rope, her arm crossed Yang Zhao's body, Yang Zhao's eyes blinked and slowly opened, looking at Ling Qingyu quietly.

After untying his rope, Ling Qingyu sat up straight, and then saw Yang Zhao’s eyes that seemed to contain a clear blue water. There was only one emotion in it, and that was even for people like Ling Qingyu who never understood the wink. It can be seen that the deep love, as if there is no more self...love.

"What to do with this trace?" Ling Qingyu touched his neck and frowned.

There was no struggle and self-loathing in her eyes, with a mischievous smile, clear and moving, Yang Zhao smiled slowly, raised her stiff hand, stroked her cheek, and said, "I love you... "

"Yes, yes, I love you too, but what about this?" Ling Qingyu touched the purple-black trace and asked. Such a deep mark, if you didn't wake up then, I'm afraid you would really strangle him to death, right? This is a brainy one!

"No one dared to say anything, it doesn't matter." Yang Zhao smiled.

Yang Zhao's neck is slender, without armor, just wearing a summer gown. The purple-black circle of marks is very conspicuous on the white neck. He hugged Ling Qingyu out for dinner like an okay person, explaining to Gaoliugucheng Li Yanmu Guiyun Yin Ting'an and the others stayed behind, arranged precautions, and made no mistake in their eyes.

Ling Qingyu was not so cheeky anymore. Seeing all kinds of questions and shocked eyes, he immediately looked at the ants on the ground or the white clouds in the sky, and sighed that the weather is good today.

Can't hide from those increasingly hot gazes, Ling Qingyu asked Su Mu to take out the pen and paper. Well, all the shadows were injured and died. Now Su Mu is doing his part to occupy the position of personal service, and even Yang Zhao and Yan Qi can't get in. hand.

You see or don't see me

I'm not sad or happy there

Do you read me or not

Love is there

Do you love me or not

Love is there

You follow me or not

My hand is in your hand

Come in my arms

Or let me live in your heart

Love each other silently

After writing, Ling Qingyu said to Sum: "Come on, Sum, I will teach you to sing this song."

Alan took the paper and read it out gently, then looked at her with a weird look in her eyes and said, "You wrote it?"

"How could I have this kind of talent? Is it possible?" Ling Qingyu glanced at her and said: "Written by a Tubo master." Looking to the sky, it's over. At this time, Cangyang Gyatso has not been born yet.

"I think you can't write it." Alan lowered his head and read it several times, startled, and said: "Good poem."

Ling Qingyu sang to Su Mu first, then listened to Su Mu hum, and pointed out the wrong sound, and then said to Alan: "Of course it is a good poem. How many generations have been touched."

After Summo sang it several times, he opened his mouth and sang it.

He is sixteen years old. After the period of voice change, his voice is clear and heavy. This song turns three times, and the yard suddenly becomes quiet. Only his soft voice is singing, silently loving each other, quietly loving .

Yang Zhao looked at Ling Qingyu who was dumbfounded, and a smile of faint joy spread at the corner of his mouth. Although the physical pain was still there and his throat was hoarse and painful, he felt joy and happiness from the inside. Yes, you love or If you don’t love me, love is there, it doesn’t increase or decrease, you follow, or don’t follow me, my hand is in your hand, don’t give up, come to my arms, or let me live in your heart and love each other silently , Silence likes it.

"You're foul!" Alan slapped Ling Qingyu on the head, glanced at the various expressions of the men in the yard, and said, "You have to teach and teach you to be happy!"

"Hurry up?" Ling Qingyu frowned, and said: "Let me think about it, I can't remember too complicated lyrics." Is it going to sing Jiangnan that bird brother?

Sitting on the roof of the two courtyards, Ye Shiyi listened carefully to the singing from the courtyard, mute the score in his heart, and mute the word several times.

"I said," Alan Fuer asked beside Ling Qingyu: "Why did that stuff come from?"

Ling Qingyu glanced at the direction of her little finger, patted her head and said: "Ah! I remembered the first one again, come on, Sum, give me the paper."

After racking his brains, Ling Qingyu only wrote three songs, all of which were all love songs. As soon as she taught Sum to sing, Alan knocked her on the head, but when she knocked again, what was knocked out was also a love song.

They were playing and making trouble here, and Yang Zhao was talking about things intermittently. Later, they couldn't do anything. They moved to the courtyard to explain the matter.

"General, how did you do this?" Li Yan couldn't help asking.

Yang Zhao touched his neck and said solemnly: "Some boudoirs are only interesting."

Eyeballs fell to the ground.

It turns out that the owner is so good!

Meng Su felt his neck unconsciously.

"Qingyu..." When approaching the bed, Yang Zhao forced himself to put on a smile, and said, "Are you hungry? I'll get some more food."

"Zhao," Ling Qingyu turned his head, looked at the red in his eyes, raised his head and hooked his head, lightly kissed, and said: "Don't blame you, give me some time, just give me some time."

"Qingyu, I would rather you vent to me," Yang Zhao raised his head slightly and said: "I would rather you blame me, scold me, and say why you lost Yan San because I came back to Da Zhou. I would rather you beat me and punish me than... I don’t want to be your shackles and burdens, the cause of your own endurance, if my existence really becomes your shackles, then Zhao would rather disappear now, At least, you can cry loudly, feel sad to your heart's content, and do whatever you want."

Ling Qingyu was taken aback and saw Yang Zhao slowly relieved of his robe, and said: "Qingyu, don't blame yourself anymore. Everything is blamed. You can't abandon Da Zhou because of Zhao, and you can't disclose you because of Zhao. The relationship with Yan San, because of Zhao, you are reluctant to do the things you didn't want to do." Watching tears slowly rolling down from the corner of Ling Qingyu's eyes, Yang Zhao lowered his head and kissed the teardrops, and said in a low voice. "So punish Zhao, Zhao is so hateful, you must punish Zhao severely." He held Ling Qingyu's hand, grabbed the little brother under him, and shook his whole body with a strong grip. , But still smiled and said: "Vent all your anger."

The door of the room was closed tightly, and there was a faint sound coming from inside. Yan Qi listened to it for a while and waved to make everyone avoid it, not to disturb anyone, and she also sat on the corner away from the main house.

The morning sun came in through the window, and shattered the room.

Ling Qingyu raised his head and covered his eyes, then blinked and opened his eyes, hearing a shallow breath in his ear, turning his head, he saw Yang Zhao's long eyelashes.

Ling Qingyu opened his eyes and looked at the eyes covered by the eyelashes for a while, then slowly moved his gaze down. When he saw a purple-black mark on his neck, his heart jumped. When he looked down, he saw his arms twisted. With his back behind him, the memory of yesterday slowly came to my mind, and I used my arms to prop up his body, and the thin cover slipped from the two of them, revealing his body. Yang Zhao's hands were still tightly tied behind his back because of being caught for a long time. He was **** with purple blood stains, and there were various traces all over his body.

Ling Qingyu gently ran his fingers across the scars, remembering how he irritated him yesterday, and let him vent his anger like a shrew, the backlog of resentments and complaints that he did not dare to face, those in order to show himself The true thoughts pressed down by his kindness and compassion, in fact, I also complain. Why do you want to make yourself so embarrassed for others? Isn't it good to be only outside? Relying on their own knowledge and Yan San's force, where can't you be a landlord? With a caring lover like Yan San, why bother to plan these bad things in Da Zhou? No complaints? No complaints? How could there not be, it's just that these little demons were suppressed by myself, what a hypocrisy!

But he knows all these things, he knows all the uncontrollable thoughts in his heart, and knows that what he can't get through is actually his own level. If I choose hard, how can I lose Yan San, so he uses this method to come. Pick everything out.

Fingers ran across the strangle mark between his neck, when she was provoked by the anger in her heart, and when she followed his words and shouted because of you, when she really tried hard to strangle the belt, his eyes were actually clear There must be no complaints, just so quiet and without any struggle, let her tighten the belt tighter.

If Zhao disappears to make you happy, then let Zhao disappear...

How could I forget that it was the love of this man that gave me the initial affirmation in this world, that the heart of nowhere, the lonely heart, the heart that was hurt and abandoned and sad and desolate, it was this man. With a little bit of comfort, he can slowly open his heart and begin to accept the world, and he has never been far away. He has been here, silently using everything he has to protect himself. Why should such a man go there? Doubt about love for him.

Now that you have chosen the way, don't regret or hesitate, since you are in love, don't regret or doubt.

Ling Qingyu stretched out his hand to untie Yang Zhao's rope, her arm crossed Yang Zhao's body, Yang Zhao's eyes blinked and slowly opened, looking at Ling Qingyu quietly.

After untying his rope, Ling Qingyu sat up straight, and then saw Yang Zhao’s eyes that seemed to contain a clear blue water. There was only one emotion in it, and that was even for people like Ling Qingyu who never understood the wink. It can be seen that the deep love, as if there is no more self...love.

"What to do with this trace?" Ling Qingyu touched his neck and frowned.

There was no struggle and self-loathing in her eyes, with a mischievous smile, clear and moving, Yang Zhao smiled slowly, raised her stiff hand, stroked her cheek, and said, "I love you... "

"Yes, yes, I love you too, but what about this?" Ling Qingyu touched the purple-black trace and asked. Such a deep mark, if you didn't wake up then, I'm afraid you would really strangle him to death, right? This is a brainy one!

"No one dared to say anything, it doesn't matter." Yang Zhao smiled.

Yang Zhao's neck is slender, without armor, just wearing a summer gown. The purple-black circle of marks is very conspicuous on the white neck. He hugged Ling Qingyu out for dinner like an okay person, explaining to Gaoliugucheng Li Yanmu Guiyun Yin Ting'an and the others stayed behind, arranged precautions, and made no mistake in their eyes.

Ling Qingyu was not so cheeky anymore. Seeing all kinds of questions and shocked eyes, he immediately looked at the ants on the ground or the white clouds in the sky, and sighed that the weather is good today.

Can't hide from those increasingly hot gazes, Ling Qingyu asked Su Mu to take out the pen and paper. Well, all the shadows were injured and died. Now Su Mu is doing his part to occupy the position of personal service, and even Yang Zhao and Yan Qi can't get in. hand.

You see or don't see me

I'm not sad or happy there

Do you read me or not

Love is there

Do you love me or not

Love is there

You follow me or not

My hand is in your hand

Come in my arms

Or let me live in your heart

Love each other silently

After writing, Ling Qingyu said to Sum: "Come on, Sum, I will teach you to sing this song."

Alan took the paper and read it out gently, then looked at her with a weird look in her eyes and said, "You wrote it?"

"How could I have this kind of talent? Is it possible?" Ling Qingyu glanced at her and said: "Written by a Tubo master." Looking to the sky, it's over. At this time, Cangyang Gyatso has not been born yet.

"I think you can't write it." Alan lowered his head and read it several times, startled, and said: "Good poem."

Ling Qingyu sang to Su Mu first, then listened to Su Mu hum, and pointed out the wrong sound, and then said to Alan: "Of course it is a good poem. How many generations have been touched."

After Summo sang it several times, he opened his mouth and sang it.

He is sixteen years old. After the period of voice change, his voice is clear and heavy. This song turns three times, and the yard suddenly becomes quiet. Only his soft voice is singing, silently loving each other, quietly loving .

Yang Zhao looked at Ling Qingyu who was dumbfounded, and a smile of faint joy spread at the corner of his mouth. Although the physical pain was still there and his throat was hoarse and painful, he felt joy and happiness from the inside. Yes, you love or If you don’t love me, love is there, it doesn’t increase or decrease, you follow, or don’t follow me, my hand is in your hand, don’t give up, come to my arms, or let me live in your heart and love each other silently , Silence likes it.

"You're foul!" Alan slapped Ling Qingyu on the head, glanced at the various expressions of the men in the yard, and said, "You have to teach and teach you to be happy!"

"Hurry up?" Ling Qingyu frowned, and said: "Let me think about it, I can't remember too complicated lyrics." Is it going to sing Jiangnan that bird brother?

Sitting on the roof of the two courtyards, Ye Shiyi listened carefully to the singing from the courtyard, mute the score in his heart, and mute the word several times.

"I said," Alan Fuer asked beside Ling Qingyu: "Why did that stuff come from?"

Ling Qingyu glanced at the direction of her little finger, patted her head and said: "Ah! I remembered the first one again, come on, Sum, give me the paper."

After racking his brains, Ling Qingyu only wrote three songs, all of which were all love songs. As soon as she taught Sum to sing, Alan knocked her on the head, but when she knocked again, what was knocked out was also a love song.

They were playing and making trouble here, and Yang Zhao was talking about things intermittently. Later, they couldn't do anything. They moved to the courtyard to explain the matter.

"General, how did you do this?" Li Yan couldn't help asking.

Yang Zhao touched his neck and said solemnly: "Some boudoirs are only interesting."

Eyeballs fell to the ground.

It turns out that the owner is so good!

Meng Su felt his neck unconsciously.