Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The temple is not big, so there are not many pilgrims. The main hall enshrines the rare Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva from Mount Wutai, and there are not many monks. Only an old monk knocked wooden fish in the main hall.

Yang Zhao helped Ling Qingyu to kneel on the mat and knocked three heads sincerely.

Ling Qingyu also knocked three heads sincerely. This Bodhisattva is in charge of hell, and he comes with a ray of soul, which means that **** and everything should exist. Anyway, please please this place that always wants to go. There is always no harm in the boss. Besides, Yan San is afraid that he is still waiting by the Naihe Bridge, so Bodhisattva, can you please bring a letter to tell Yan San that Ling Qingyu is alive now, and he should not worry about it.

Compared to Yang Zhao, Ling Qingyu’s head knocked longer. The old monk raised his head and glanced at her. After seeing her knocking, he took a hairpin from her head and placed it on the merit box. He looked at her a few more times, then looked at the man beside him who took out a large silver ingot from his purse and placed it on the merit box, his toothless mouth burst with a smile, stood up, and walked in front of them.

Yang Zhaozheng took the incense from the side, and when the old monk came over, he stood quietly and looked at him.

The old monk looked at Yang Zhao, then looked at Ling Qingyu, and said with a smile: "Getting is not necessarily gaining. Losing is not necessarily losing. Donor, just keep your heart. What you think will be achieved eventually." Seeing Ling Qingyu's stunned face, he smiled and walked out.

Is this Zen machine played? Ling Qingyu watched the old monk leave leisurely but quickly, very speechless, helped Yang Zhao to stand up, and respectfully put the three-pillar incense on his back, and then slowly walked out of the temple with Yang Zhao on his back.

"The man is bloody, he is too angry, I'm afraid..." an old monk who had been standing in the corner said to the old monk who came slowly.

"That woman is someone who has made great contributions to this world. Although the man killed too much, but he was open-minded, and the killing was also for the country and the people. He was a hard-hearted man," the old monk turned and watched the two walk out. At the temple gate, said: "It's just a pity, the love will never live."

Not long after I walked out of the temple gate, it started to rain lightly, and the forest was still shining bright sunshine, but there were fine raindrops.

Ling Qingyu took the umbrella from Ying Shisan and opened it to Yang Zhao's head, walking leisurely among a group of people looking for a place to hide from the rain.

When Yan Qi and his party came riding from the mountain under the raindrops, they saw the two people strolling in the rain in the rain, as harmonious and warm as the ink landscape.

Yang Zhao's expression was stunned. They left marks along the way, so that Heishuiguan could be found immediately if something happened. After such a calm and leisurely day, seeing Meng Su at this time, his heart suddenly became tight. I know, at least this time, no more free days.

The spies from both Shuozhou and Quanzhou returned. The Liao army and Dangxiang army in Shuozhou had frequent changes. In a small conflict between the two sides in April, the Liao State killed a beloved son of a powerful nobleman in Dangxiang. Dangxiang has now sent 200,000 troops to confront the Liao State in Wuzhou, Shuozhou. There have been several skirmishes. Recently, both sides have assembled. Some troops have begun to approach the two small cities that Yang Zhao captured last year.

This is a big deal. Without waiting for Yang Zhao to speak, Ling Qingyu said: "Zhao, you go back first, and I will go back later." She still cannot ride a horse. If Yang Zhao is allowed to follow her in a carriage, it will take two days to arrive. Fire, cannot be delayed.

Ying Jiu dismounted, Yang Zhao put Ling Qingyu down, gathered her hair scattered by the wind, kissed her lips softly, and whispered: "You come back soon too, don't delay. "

Ling Qingyu smiled and nodded, put his hands on Ying Thirteen's shoulders, stood still, and said with a smile: "I know, I will go back and pack my things and hurry up."

Although reluctant to give up, Yang Zhao got on his horse and galloped away with Meng Su in the rain.

After the two disappeared, Ling Qingyu couldn't stand it anymore. As soon as he tilted his body, he was supported by Yan Qi who had already jumped off the horse. Then he picked her up and said, "Thirteen, lead the way."

The way back is still a little far away. Ling Qingyu looked at Yan Qi with some worry, then at Ying Jiu, who was walking behind with the horse, and asked, "Are your injuries healed?"

"It's almost done." Yan Qi smiled. Naturally, he and Yingjiu suffered internal injuries. The external injuries are easy to recover, but the internal injuries are not so easy to heal. However, Yingshi and Yinger have been sent out by him and asked others to **** Ling Qingyu back. Don't worry, it's better to come by yourself, even if the injury is not healed, he and Ying Jiu are considered the strongest in combat.

Ling Qingyu leaned his head on his chest and said with a smile: "We can also be regarded as a gathering of wounded."

"Well, Alan made a lot of medicine this time. It seems that Yang Zhao and the others are going to Yinzhou soon." Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu's excited face and said, "Can you go and don't ask me." "

"Stingy." Ling Qingyu pursed his mouth and muttered, then put his head on his chest. Hearing the heartbeat in his chest, he sighed in a low voice, "Yan Qi, you are alive, so good..."

Ying Jiu and Ying Shi 13 were quick to pack their things. After lunch, they left the monk and returned to the county.

In the afternoon it started to rain heavily, from drizzle to majestic rain, the mountain road was full of mud, and the carriage bumped up.

Yan Qi opened the curtain and looked at it, frowning slightly, and said loudly, "Thirteen, can't you hurry up?"

Ying Shisan wiped the rain on his face. The rain was too heavy and the mountain road was rugged, so that the dense forest in front of him was trapped in a mist, and he could not see ten meters away.

"I'm afraid it won't work, it will be dangerous soon." Ying Shisan said back.

If you follow this speed, I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the inn before dark. This carriage is no better than your own. It is impossible to camp outside in such heavy rain. Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu who was already asleep on his lap, although There are still a few days left on July 14th, but she has had premature seizures several times, which is why he must come by himself.

"See if there is a place to rest?" Yan Qi said. If I knew it was raining so heavily, I would rather stay in the Lingpu Temple overnight.

"I'll look for it." Ying Jiu pulled the car door and jumped out of the car, unfastened the horse's rein from the back of the car, turned on the horse, and beat the horse forward.

I got up in the middle of the night to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise. Although the carriage is now very bumpy, Ling Qingyu still slept peacefully on Yan Qi's legs, with a smile on his face that had grown some flesh.

Yan Qi's fingers drew across her eyebrows and eyes. The life-and-death battle has passed for more than two months, but it seems to be still yesterday. Every time he sees her inadvertently looking for that figure, he knows that she is standing in front of her. The blood-stained figure was carved into her bones and blood, just like the words she whispered in a low voice, he also knew that she must be thinking of the person like blood in her heart.

It was an unforgettable love, even if she also loved Yang Zhao, she was also in love with Yang Zhao, but no one could replace Yan San in her heart.

Can't replace the position in the heart, then fill the position next to you first. Yan San, this is what you said, if you die, it belongs to me.

Yan Qi lowered his head and lightly pecked the **** lips.

Da Da Da, the rapid sound of horse hooves, Ying Jiu's voice came from the rain curtain: "Thirteen, there is an abandoned temple in front of it, and it can be accommodated."

Following Ying Jiu, Ying XIII turned the carriage and turned into a small road beside the official road. Not long after entering, it was a ruined temple.

The wall of the temple has collapsed in half, and the gate is hung diagonally on the half of the wall that has not fallen. The house inside is left with a main hall and half of the tiles. The rest are broken eaves and broken walls, as if by the fire. Burned the same.

Ying Jiu kicked down the gate, allowing Ying XIII to drive the carriage into the yard, and then went to the woods outside to chop off a lot of branches and jumped onto the roof of the main hall, covering the branches on the small half that lacked tiles. In this way, the main hall was counted. It's dumb.

Ying Thirteen first comforted the horse, then swept out a clean area in the main hall, and then moved the broken logs from the abandoned houses on both sides into the main hall and set up a fire.

After it was sorted out like that, Ying Shisan put up an umbrella and covered it outside the carriage door, and said, "Seven masters, you can go in."

Yan Qi carefully picked up Ling Qingyu, got out of the carriage, and quickly walked into the main hall, glanced at the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva that was already half-slanted, and walked to the fire.

After Ying Shisan sent Yan Qi in, he turned around and went to the carriage to pick up blankets and cushions, and put them on the cleaned ground, then put the soft backrests, and then took the big cloak and the thin quilt in.

Yan Qi gently placed Ling Qingyu on the mat, sat next to her, and put her arms around her and leaned against her.

Ling Qingyu hummed softly, got to the most comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

Ying Jiu used tree branches to build a simple shed for the carriage and horse, and then brought in a few game meats that happened while cutting wood.

Ying Thirteen received the game and squatted in the rain to handle it, and at the same time took the wooden bucket on the carriage and put it outside to catch the rain. Seeing Ying Jiu coming in, clenching a fist to his mouth and coughing twice, Yan Qi said: "Nine, change your clothes first so you can adjust your breath."

Ying Jiu nodded, went back to the carriage and brought in the clothes of several people. Then he swallowed a pill and took off his coat. The bandage wrapped around his waist was already soaked with red blood.

"Don't talk about it." As soon as Ying Jiu was about to tear off the bandage, he heard Ling Qingyu's voice. Looking back, Ling Qingyu had sat up from Yan Qi's arms and was looking at herself with a frown.

"Come here, nine." Ling Qingyu beckoned, with a tinge of pain between his brows.

Ying Jiu walked over and saw that Ling Qingyu wanted to help him with medicine. He glanced at the cushion under her and shook his head and said, "It will get wet."

"Long-winded," Ling Qingyu stared, sat up straight, patted his side, and said: "Change your pants, come here."

Ying Jiu let out a cry, changed his pants, and then sat down next to her topless, saying, "It's almost better, it's not a problem."

Ling Qingyu carefully removed his bandage. Seeing that there was still fine blood flowing out of the two copper coins on the front and back, he took the medicine that Yan Qi handed over, carefully helped him to prepare it, and then replaced it with a new one. Bandaged, he sighed: "The injury is still the same, why do you come here?" And this kind of heavy rain, I don't cherish myself at all.

Ying Jiu put on his shirt and said with a smile: "It's okay. I used to kill people if the wound was rotten."

Ying Thirteen brought in the water and the game that had been processed, and said, "You are the only one who is stupid. You are calculated every time."

"Thirteen, change your clothes and get them later."

"Okay." After hearing Ling Qingyu's words, Ying Thirteen handed the game to Ying Jiu, and took off her clothes that were too wet.

He has recovered from his trauma, but even with Alan’s wonderful hands and those good medicines, there are still various scars on his body, especially the traces of the soldering iron, blooming on his slender and beautiful body like a blossoming flower. on.

Ling Qingyu's pupils shrank slightly, and then raised his head. Ying Thirteen had quickly put on clean clothes, and then took the game from Ying Jiu's hand, put it on the fire, and then took out various condiments.

The temple is not big, so there are not many pilgrims. The main hall enshrines the rare Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva from Mount Wutai, and there are not many monks. Only an old monk knocked wooden fish in the main hall.

Yang Zhao helped Ling Qingyu to kneel on the mat and knocked three heads sincerely.

Ling Qingyu also knocked three heads sincerely. This Bodhisattva is in charge of hell, and he comes with a ray of soul, which means that **** and everything should exist. Anyway, please please this place that always wants to go. There is always no harm in the boss. Besides, Yan San is afraid that he is still waiting by the Naihe Bridge, so Bodhisattva, can you please bring a letter to tell Yan San that Ling Qingyu is alive now, and he should not worry about it.

Compared to Yang Zhao, Ling Qingyu’s head knocked longer. The old monk raised his head and glanced at her. After seeing her knocking, he took a hairpin from her head and placed it on the merit box. He looked at her a few more times, then looked at the man beside him who took out a large silver ingot from his purse and placed it on the merit box, his toothless mouth burst with a smile, stood up, and walked in front of them.

Yang Zhaozheng took the incense from the side, and when the old monk came over, he stood quietly and looked at him.

The old monk looked at Yang Zhao, then looked at Ling Qingyu, and said with a smile: "Getting is not necessarily gaining. Losing is not necessarily losing. Donor, just keep your heart. What you think will be achieved eventually." Seeing Ling Qingyu's stunned face, he smiled and walked out.

Is this Zen machine played? Ling Qingyu watched the old monk leave leisurely but quickly, very speechless, helped Yang Zhao to stand up, and respectfully put the three-pillar incense on his back, and then slowly walked out of the temple with Yang Zhao on his back.

"The man is bloody, he is too angry, I'm afraid..." an old monk who had been standing in the corner said to the old monk who came slowly.

"That woman is someone who has made great contributions to this world. Although the man killed too much, but he was open-minded, and the killing was also for the country and the people. He was a hard-hearted man," the old monk turned and watched the two walk out. At the temple gate, said: "It's just a pity, the love will never live."

Not long after I walked out of the temple gate, it started to rain lightly, and the forest was still shining bright sunshine, but there were fine raindrops.

Ling Qingyu took the umbrella from Ying Shisan and opened it to Yang Zhao's head, walking leisurely among a group of people looking for a place to hide from the rain.

When Yan Qi and his party came riding from the mountain under the raindrops, they saw the two people strolling in the rain in the rain, as harmonious and warm as the ink landscape.

Yang Zhao's expression was stunned. They left marks along the way, so that Heishuiguan could be found immediately if something happened. After such a calm and leisurely day, seeing Meng Su at this time, his heart suddenly became tight. I know, at least this time, no more free days.

The spies from both Shuozhou and Quanzhou returned. The Liao army and Dangxiang army in Shuozhou had frequent changes. In a small conflict between the two sides in April, the Liao State killed a beloved son of a powerful nobleman in Dangxiang. Dangxiang has now sent 200,000 troops to confront the Liao State in Wuzhou, Shuozhou. There have been several skirmishes. Recently, both sides have assembled. Some troops have begun to approach the two small cities that Yang Zhao captured last year.

This is a big deal. Without waiting for Yang Zhao to speak, Ling Qingyu said: "Zhao, you go back first, and I will go back later." She still cannot ride a horse. If Yang Zhao is allowed to follow her in a carriage, it will take two days to arrive. Fire, cannot be delayed.

Ying Jiu dismounted, Yang Zhao put Ling Qingyu down, gathered her hair scattered by the wind, kissed her lips softly, and whispered: "You come back soon too, don't delay. "

Ling Qingyu smiled and nodded, put his hands on Ying Thirteen's shoulders, stood still, and said with a smile: "I know, I will go back and pack my things and hurry up."

Although reluctant to give up, Yang Zhao got on his horse and galloped away with Meng Su in the rain.

After the two disappeared, Ling Qingyu couldn't stand it anymore. As soon as he tilted his body, he was supported by Yan Qi who had already jumped off the horse. Then he picked her up and said, "Thirteen, lead the way."

The way back is still a little far away. Ling Qingyu looked at Yan Qi with some worry, then at Ying Jiu, who was walking behind with the horse, and asked, "Are your injuries healed?"

"It's almost done." Yan Qi smiled. Naturally, he and Yingjiu suffered internal injuries. The external injuries are easy to recover, but the internal injuries are not so easy to heal. However, Yingshi and Yinger have been sent out by him and asked others to **** Ling Qingyu back. Don't worry, it's better to come by yourself, even if the injury is not healed, he and Ying Jiu are considered the strongest in combat.

Ling Qingyu leaned his head on his chest and said with a smile: "We can also be regarded as a gathering of wounded."

"Well, Alan made a lot of medicine this time. It seems that Yang Zhao and the others are going to Yinzhou soon." Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu's excited face and said, "Can you go and don't ask me." "

"Stingy." Ling Qingyu pursed his mouth and muttered, then put his head on his chest. Hearing the heartbeat in his chest, he sighed in a low voice, "Yan Qi, you are alive, so good..."

Ying Jiu and Ying Shi 13 were quick to pack their things. After lunch, they left the monk and returned to the county.

In the afternoon it started to rain heavily, from drizzle to majestic rain, the mountain road was full of mud, and the carriage bumped up.

Yan Qi opened the curtain and looked at it, frowning slightly, and said loudly, "Thirteen, can't you hurry up?"

Ying Shisan wiped the rain on his face. The rain was too heavy and the mountain road was rugged, so that the dense forest in front of him was trapped in a mist, and he could not see ten meters away.

"I'm afraid it won't work, it will be dangerous soon." Ying Shisan said back.

If you follow this speed, I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the inn before dark. This carriage is no better than your own. It is impossible to camp outside in such heavy rain. Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu who was already asleep on his lap, although There are still a few days left on July 14th, but she has had premature seizures several times, which is why he must come by himself.

"See if there is a place to rest?" Yan Qi said. If I knew it was raining so heavily, I would rather stay in the Lingpu Temple overnight.

"I'll look for it." Ying Jiu pulled the car door and jumped out of the car, unfastened the horse's rein from the back of the car, turned on the horse, and beat the horse forward.

I got up in the middle of the night to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise. Although the carriage is now very bumpy, Ling Qingyu still slept peacefully on Yan Qi's legs, with a smile on his face that had grown some flesh.

Yan Qi's fingers drew across her eyebrows and eyes. The life-and-death battle has passed for more than two months, but it seems to be still yesterday. Every time he sees her inadvertently looking for that figure, he knows that she is standing in front of her. The blood-stained figure was carved into her bones and blood, just like the words she whispered in a low voice, he also knew that she must be thinking of the person like blood in her heart.

It was an unforgettable love, even if she also loved Yang Zhao, she was also in love with Yang Zhao, but no one could replace Yan San in her heart.

Can't replace the position in the heart, then fill the position next to you first. Yan San, this is what you said, if you die, it belongs to me.

Yan Qi lowered his head and lightly pecked the **** lips.

Da Da Da, the rapid sound of horse hooves, Ying Jiu's voice came from the rain curtain: "Thirteen, there is an abandoned temple in front of it, and it can be accommodated."

Following Ying Jiu, Ying XIII turned the carriage and turned into a small road beside the official road. Not long after entering, it was a ruined temple.

The wall of the temple has collapsed in half, and the gate is hung diagonally on the half of the wall that has not fallen. The house inside is left with a main hall and half of the tiles. The rest are broken eaves and broken walls, as if by the fire. Burned the same.

Ying Jiu kicked down the gate, allowing Ying XIII to drive the carriage into the yard, and then went to the woods outside to chop off a lot of branches and jumped onto the roof of the main hall, covering the branches on the small half that lacked tiles. In this way, the main hall was counted. It's dumb.

Ying Thirteen first comforted the horse, then swept out a clean area in the main hall, and then moved the broken logs from the abandoned houses on both sides into the main hall and set up a fire.

After it was sorted out like that, Ying Shisan put up an umbrella and covered it outside the carriage door, and said, "Seven masters, you can go in."

Yan Qi carefully picked up Ling Qingyu, got out of the carriage, and quickly walked into the main hall, glanced at the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva that was already half-slanted, and walked to the fire.

After Ying Shisan sent Yan Qi in, he turned around and went to the carriage to pick up blankets and cushions, and put them on the cleaned ground, then put the soft backrests, and then took the big cloak and the thin quilt in.

Yan Qi gently placed Ling Qingyu on the mat, sat next to her, and put her arms around her and leaned against her.

Ling Qingyu hummed softly, got to the most comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

Ying Jiu used tree branches to build a simple shed for the carriage and horse, and then brought in a few game meats that happened while cutting wood.

Ying Thirteen received the game and squatted in the rain to handle it, and at the same time took the wooden bucket on the carriage and put it outside to catch the rain.

Seeing Ying Jiu coming in, clenching a fist to his mouth and coughing twice, Yan Qi said: "Nine, change your clothes first so you can adjust your breath."

Ying Jiu nodded, went back to the carriage and brought in the clothes of several people. Then he swallowed a pill and took off his coat. The bandage wrapped around his waist was already soaked with red blood.

"Don't talk about it." As soon as Ying Jiu was about to tear off the bandage, he heard Ling Qingyu's voice. Looking back, Ling Qingyu had sat up from Yan Qi's arms and was looking at herself with a frown.

"Come here, nine." Ling Qingyu beckoned, with a tinge of pain between his brows.

Ying Jiu walked over and saw that Ling Qingyu wanted to help him with medicine. He glanced at the cushion under her and shook his head and said, "It will get wet."

"Long-winded," Ling Qingyu stared, sat up straight, patted his side, and said: "Change your pants, come here."

Ying Jiu let out a cry, changed his pants, and then sat down next to her topless, saying, "It's almost better, it's not a problem."

Ling Qingyu carefully removed his bandage. Seeing that there was still fine blood flowing out of the two copper coins on the front and back, he took the medicine that Yan Qi handed over, carefully helped him to prepare it, and then replaced it with a new one. Bandaged, he sighed: "The injury is still the same, why do you come here?" And this kind of heavy rain, I don't cherish myself at all.

Ying Jiu put on his shirt and said with a smile: "It's okay. I used to kill people if the wound was rotten."

Ying Thirteen brought in the water and the game that had been processed, and said, "You are the only one who is stupid. You are calculated every time."

"Thirteen, change your clothes and get them later."

"Okay." After hearing Ling Qingyu's words, Ying Thirteen handed the game to Ying Jiu, and took off her clothes that were too wet.

He has recovered from his trauma, but even with Alan’s wonderful hands and those good medicines, there are still various scars on his body, especially the traces of the soldering iron, blooming on his slender and beautiful body like a blossoming flower. on.

Ling Qingyu's pupils shrank slightly, and then raised his head. Ying Thirteen had quickly put on clean clothes, and then took the game from Ying Jiu's hand, put it on the fire, and then took out various condiments.