Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The small hotel mentioned by He Li is located in the most prosperous part of the Bianhe River bypassing the city gate. Although the hotel is not on the main street, it is close to the Bianhe Pier and it is very busy with people.

He Li was wearing the azure ordinary gown, Ying Thirteen and Ying Jiu, who finally woke up, also changed into ordinary gowns. Ling Qingyu and Alan turned their heads together, dressed like a woman, unlike the ordinary Bianjing people on the street. Any difference, I found a window seat in the crowded lobby of the hotel and sat down.

Yan Qi has been arranging the Red Mansion for this period of time. Ying Jiu’s body is a little better, so she and Ying Shi 13 take turns staying. Except for the hidden stakes left behind, everyone else is taken out by Yan Qi to stay in such a big Bian. There are a lot of things to do in Beijing, and we have to prepare a way to escape at any time.

Looking at the bustling people on the dock, the abundance of goods, and the happy smiles on people's faces, Ling Qingyu was a little distracted.

He Li ordered the dishes and looked back at her expression, knocked on the table in front of her, took the plate of snacks from Alan, who was eating energetically, to Ling Qingyu, and then asked Alan: "My doctor, just leave the stone. We are in Daixian with ghost doctors, are you sure that the medicines coming out later will not have any problems?" Ling's medicinal materials are continuously sent to Daixian, so that the pharmaceutical factory over there has been expanded again and again. Although many doctors have been trained, Some medicines still have to be checked by the three of them. This time Alan followed. Those two who stayed in Daixian were very resentful. Before leaving, they still threatened him, if their Alan was given by another man. *After leaving, they turned his hidden illness into a real hidden illness!

"Believe in our medical ethics!" Alan snorted, looking very ugly towards these people who have been skeptical of her medical skills during this period, let alone daring to grab my food!

Ling Qingyu clamped a big waist and put it in Alan's bowl, and said with a smile: "Well, you, you will talk all the way all the way. Come on, the little one will apologize to you. You adults ignore the villain's life, forgive the villain this time. Right!"

Alan snorted, then stretched her head out from the side window to watch the alleyway. It has been a long time, and she happened to be sitting by the window again. Seeing someone over there shouting hello, she couldn't help but explore Head away.

"What the gentleman said is true?" Several guests who walked in from the alley said as they walked: "I didn't expect this time outside the customs to be so tragic! I knew this was the case, I should send General Yang that day. One ride."

"Who said no, I only heard that this battle was fought by General Zhao. I also said that the general and the emperor who died in the battle actually gave such a heavy reward, hey..."

The expressions of several people changed a little, Ling Qingyu stood up and walked outside. He Li asked his buddy to keep his position and hurried to catch up with a few people.

I don’t know when there was a storytelling stand at the alley, and a girl was standing next to him playing the drum. The storyteller was a middle-aged man in his thirties. Seeing that he was not from Bianjing in appearance and accent, he was next to the girl’s drum. , Is telling the story that Yang Zhao went down to three cities in a row with 20,000 people to fight against hundreds of thousands of Liao army and died because the city gates were not opened.

The man who looked like a scholar said with excitement and frustration, it made people excited like being on the scene.

More and more people gathered nearby. They heard screams from the ****, and screamed when they heard intensely. When they heard it, they made their eyes hot.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the moment of pain, Ling Qingyu's tears couldn't help but fell drop by drop.

Ying Jiu reached out and took her tightly held hand, allowing her to use her strength in her palm instead of scratching her palm.

"What nonsense! If this is the case, why haven't we heard anything about it here? Where did you come from? Talk nonsense here, don't hurry up!" Several people squeezed out the crowd and rushed in and patted the table.

The scholar raised his eyes to look at these men in military uniforms, stood up slowly, and saluted the people around him, saying: "Xiaosheng came from Daizhou, originally because of the emperor's kindness, he specially welcomed the general's coffin. The burial in the capital, Xiaosheng was entrusted by the people of Daizhou to come to the general’s tomb to worship and worship, but only when he arrived in Bianjing did he find out that although the general was buried in Bianjing, no one in Bianjing knew about the general. Daizhou has lived for so many years, relying on generals to live a safe life. Only then did I make a book about the war and tell you all. I only hope that everyone in Bianjing would also know. If there was no General Yang Zhaoyang, then the Liao people I entered the customs early, so, can you still have such a rich and safe life today?"

There was a discussion among the people next to them. The faces of the people went red, and they lifted the table and said angrily: "Nonsense! The Hebei Fourth Route Army of my Zhao family is the hero who resists the Liao people. Who knows who does not know? ?!"

"This time the 100,000 people of the Zhao family's new army were completely defeated. If it were not for General Li's rescue, I am afraid that none of them would come back." The scholar sneered.

"Yeah, if what people say is false, why did the emperor pursue the title of Duke? This time I didn't see a person from the Zhao family getting a reward!" someone beside him said coldly.

"That's it!" There were discussions all around, making the faces of those people even more annoyed, and someone was drawing a knife at the moment.

Ying Jiu was about to move, but He Li held his hand, and Ying Shisan blocked Ling Qingyu.

"What are you doing?" The indifferent voice seemed to be uploaded from the beginning. Everyone looked up and saw a tall horse stopped outside the crowd. The man on the horse was even taller and strong. It almost took people to look up to see that one. Handsome as a knife, with a displeased and indifferent face.

"General... Army..." several people opened their mouths in surprise, and then knelt down on one knee and gave a standard military salute.

"This person is right! What he said is the truth," Zhao Yinfeng pointed at the scholar and looked at the few people: "You are embarrassing our Zhao Jiajun! Drag me back, three people Ten battles!"

A few people in military uniforms walked in from the crowd, picked up the few people and left.

"Go on, let Yang Zhao die clearly! If someone makes trouble for you, come to me." Zhao Yinfeng touched a piece of silver from his waist and threw it on the girl's drum. , Turned the horse's head, and then turned around and said: "Go to Zhenguo Gongfu to find Zhao Yinfeng."

After Zhao Yinfeng and the others had left, the scholar set the table again, collected the piece of silver, and brewed his emotions, slowly speaking from the time when the black water connection was broken twice in the two years when Yang Zhao was away.

Ling Qingyu turned back and walked back to the hotel, sat on the seat and put the chopsticks into his mouth, then looked up at Ying Shisan, and when he saw that he shook his head, he looked at where he was going, and when he saw He Li, he also shook his head. After moving, he said after a long time: "Justice is in the hearts of the people." The propaganda of Han Mian and Ling's family did not start, and they started from the south of the Yangtze River. What Yan Qi's Red House did was not visible, and He won't arrange this kind of thing, even more so he won't.

"He Li, find someone to overhaul the tomb again."

"it is good!"

Although Zhao’s body is not here, but sleeping with Yan San, sleeping in the Hall of Longevity, where time is stagnant, waiting for me to spend this life well before going to meet again, but that is just a memorial to me. Earth, where he has protected people for so long, some people still remember, some people know, and some people are grateful.

After returning to the mansion through the small door from the back, a personal guard came in to report before the person sat down, and Master Cheng asked to see him again.

Since the funeral, Cheng Jia has come here for the fourth time. He wanted to miss the sentence as before, but when he remembered the scholar he saw at noon, Ling Qingyu nodded and said, "Please come to Jianjia Courtyard."

Changing into a **** robe with wide sleeves, Ling Qingyu took Ying Jiu and Ying Shi 13 to Jianjia Courtyard. Except for the five main courtyards on the central axis of the original Anguo Gongfu, the other courtyards are basically scattered, each with its own characteristics, large and luxurious, medium and elegant, small and exquisite, large and small. There are hundreds of them, all using the names in the Book of Songs, plus the vast garden, you can imagine how luxuriant people were in the Anguo government.

Jian Jia Yuan and Guan Guan Yuan where she lives are both exquisite small courtyards close to the back garden and the lake. When Ling Qingyu chose the courtyard when she saw this Guan Guan, he said, this is good, how suitable, and she is not locked up. Is it?

The other side of the cymbal yard near the lake is different from the lotus on the other side of Guanguan. The reeds planted here are suitable for the scene. The yard helps the wind to sparse the willows and repairs a few bushes of bamboo. The temperament is a bit similar to Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia stood under the green bamboo in a green robes, and the breeze blew the corners of his clothes on the orchids nearby. He looked back silently when he heard the voice. When he saw Ling Qingyu, a faint smile appeared between his eyebrows and eyes, that moment. The grace of the country seems to have overshadowed the landscape of the garden.

The small hotel mentioned by He Li is located in the most prosperous part of the Bianhe River bypassing the city gate. Although the hotel is not on the main street, it is close to the Bianhe Pier and it is very busy with people.

He Li was wearing the azure ordinary gown, Ying Thirteen and Ying Jiu, who finally woke up, also changed into ordinary gowns. Ling Qingyu and Alan turned their heads together, dressed like a woman, unlike the ordinary Bianjing people on the street. Any difference, I found a window seat in the crowded lobby of the hotel and sat down.

Yan Qi has been arranging the Red Mansion for this period of time. Ying Jiu’s body is a little better, so she and Ying Shi 13 take turns staying. Except for the hidden stakes left behind, everyone else is taken out by Yan Qi to stay in such a big Bian. There are a lot of things to do in Beijing, and we have to prepare a way to escape at any time.

Looking at the bustling people on the dock, the abundance of goods, and the happy smiles on people's faces, Ling Qingyu was a little distracted.

He Li ordered the dishes and looked back at her expression, knocked on the table in front of her, took the plate of snacks from Alan, who was eating energetically, to Ling Qingyu, and then asked Alan: "My doctor, just leave the stone. We are in Daixian with ghost doctors, are you sure that the medicines coming out later will not have any problems?" Ling's medicinal materials are continuously sent to Daixian, so that the pharmaceutical factory over there has been expanded again and again. Although many doctors have been trained, Some medicines still have to be checked by the three of them. This time Alan followed. Those two who stayed in Daixian were very resentful. Before leaving, they still threatened him, if their Alan was given by another man. *After leaving, they turned his hidden illness into a real hidden illness!

"Believe in our medical ethics!" Alan snorted, looking very ugly towards these people who have been skeptical of her medical skills during this period, let alone daring to grab my food!

Ling Qingyu clamped a big waist and put it in Alan's bowl, and said with a smile: "Well, you, you will talk all the way all the way. Come on, the little one will apologize to you. You adults ignore the villain's life, forgive the villain this time. Right!"

Alan snorted, then stretched her head out from the side window to watch the alleyway. It has been a long time, and she happened to be sitting by the window again. Seeing someone over there shouting hello, she couldn't help but explore Head away.

"What the gentleman said is true?" Several guests who walked in from the alley said as they walked: "I didn't expect this time outside the customs to be so tragic! I knew this was the case, I should send General Yang that day. One ride."

"Who said no, I only heard that this battle was fought by General Zhao. I also said that the general and the emperor who died in the battle actually gave such a heavy reward, hey..."

The expressions of several people changed a little, Ling Qingyu stood up and walked outside. He Li asked his buddy to keep his position and hurried to catch up with a few people.

I don’t know when there was a storytelling stand at the alley, and a girl was standing next to him playing the drum. The storyteller was a middle-aged man in his thirties. Seeing that he was not from Bianjing in appearance and accent, he was next to the girl’s drum. , Is telling the story that Yang Zhao went down to three cities in a row with 20,000 people to fight against hundreds of thousands of Liao army and died because the city gates were not opened.

The man who looked like a scholar said with excitement and frustration, it made people excited like being on the scene.

More and more people gathered nearby. They heard screams from the ****, and screamed when they heard intensely. When they heard it, they made their eyes hot.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the moment of pain, Ling Qingyu's tears couldn't help but fell drop by drop.

Ying Jiu reached out and took her tightly held hand, allowing her to use her strength in her palm instead of scratching her palm.

"What nonsense! If this is the case, why haven't we heard anything about it here? Where did you come from? Talk nonsense here, don't hurry up!" Several people squeezed out the crowd and rushed in and patted the table.

The scholar raised his eyes to look at these men in military uniforms, stood up slowly, and saluted the people around him, saying: "Xiaosheng came from Daizhou, originally because of the emperor's kindness, he specially welcomed the general's coffin. The burial in the capital, Xiaosheng was entrusted by the people of Daizhou to come to the general’s tomb to worship and worship, but only when he arrived in Bianjing did he find out that although the general was buried in Bianjing, no one in Bianjing knew about the general. Daizhou has lived for so many years, relying on generals to live a safe life. Only then did I make a book about the war and tell you all. I only hope that everyone in Bianjing would also know. If there was no General Yang Zhaoyang, then the Liao people I entered the customs early, so, can you still have such a rich and safe life today?"

There was a discussion among the people next to them. The faces of the people went red, and they lifted the table and said angrily: "Nonsense! The Hebei Fourth Route Army of my Zhao family is the hero who resists the Liao people. Who knows who does not know? ?!"

"This time the 100,000 people of the Zhao family's new army were completely defeated. If it were not for General Li's rescue, I am afraid that none of them would come back." The scholar sneered.

"Yeah, if what people say is false, why did the emperor pursue the title of Duke? This time I didn't see a person from the Zhao family getting a reward!" someone beside him said coldly.

"That's it!" There were discussions all around, making the faces of those people even more annoyed, and someone was drawing a knife at the moment.

Ying Jiu was about to move, but He Li held his hand, and Ying Shisan blocked Ling Qingyu.

"What are you doing?" The indifferent voice seemed to be uploaded from the beginning. Everyone looked up and saw a tall horse stopped outside the crowd. The man on the horse was even taller and strong. It almost took people to look up to see that one. Handsome as a knife, with a displeased and indifferent face.

"General... Army..." several people opened their mouths in surprise, and then knelt down on one knee and gave a standard military salute.

"This person is right! What he said is the truth," Zhao Yinfeng pointed at the scholar and looked at the few people: "You are embarrassing our Zhao Jiajun! Drag me back, three people Ten battles!"

A few people in military uniforms walked in from the crowd, picked up the few people and left.

"Go on, let Yang Zhao die clearly! If someone makes trouble for you, come to me." Zhao Yinfeng touched a piece of silver from his waist and threw it on the girl's drum. , Turned the horse's head, and then turned around and said: "Go to Zhenguo Gongfu to find Zhao Yinfeng."

After Zhao Yinfeng and the others had left, the scholar set the table again, collected the piece of silver, and brewed his emotions, slowly speaking from the time when the black water connection was broken twice in the two years when Yang Zhao was away.

Ling Qingyu turned back and walked back to the hotel, sat on the seat and put the chopsticks into his mouth, then looked up at Ying Shisan, and when he saw that he shook his head, he looked at where he was going, and when he saw He Li, he also shook his head. After moving, he said after a long time: "Justice is in the hearts of the people." The propaganda of Han Mian and Ling's family did not start, and they started from the south of the Yangtze River. What Yan Qi's Red House did was not visible, and He won't arrange this kind of thing, even more so He Li won't.

"He Li, find someone to overhaul the tomb again."

"it is good!"

Although Zhao’s body is not here, but sleeping with Yan San, sleeping in the Hall of Longevity, where time is stagnant, waiting for me to spend this life well before going to meet again, but that is just a memorial to me. Earth, where he has protected people for so long, some people still remember, some people know, and some people are grateful.

After returning to the mansion through the small door from the back, a personal guard came in to report before the person sat down, and Master Cheng asked to see him again.

Since the funeral, Cheng Jia has come here for the fourth time. He wanted to miss the sentence as before, but when he remembered the scholar he saw at noon, Ling Qingyu nodded and said, "Please come to Jianjia Courtyard."

Changing into a **** robe with wide sleeves, Ling Qingyu took Ying Jiu and Ying Shi 13 to Jianjia Courtyard. Except for the five main courtyards on the central axis of the original Anguo Gongfu, the other courtyards are basically scattered, each with its own characteristics, large and luxurious, medium and elegant, small and exquisite, large and small. There are hundreds of them, all using the names in the Book of Songs, plus the vast garden, you can imagine how luxuriant the people in the Anguo government were.

Jian Jia Yuan and Guan Guan Yuan where she lives are both exquisite small courtyards close to the back garden and the lake. When Ling Qingyu chose the courtyard when she saw this Guan Guan, he said, this is good, how suitable, and she is not locked up. Is it?

The other side of the cymbal yard near the lake is different from the lotus on the other side of Guanguan. The reeds planted here are suitable for the scene. The yard helps the wind to sparse the willows and repairs a few bushes of bamboo. The temperament is somewhat similar to Cheng Jia.

Cheng Jia stood under the green bamboo in a green robes, and the breeze blew the corners of his clothes on the orchids nearby. He looked back silently when he heard the voice. When he saw Ling Qingyu, a faint smile appeared between his eyebrows and eyes, that moment. The grace of the country seems to have overshadowed the landscape of the garden.