Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

No one could have imagined how much a small stone thrown into the water would bring.

Mr. Duan, who came from Daizhou, was heard by a group of students when he was telling the story. After verifying the evidence, he began to anger, carefully review the war, pursue the person responsible for the failure, and fully rectify Yang Zhao's name. Various voices sounded. At this time, Cheng Jia and other Qingliu also began to speak at the court.

With the wind and clouds outside, Yang Zhao's reputation is higher than that of each day, and the maids from the south of the Yangtze River are welcomed in the Dingguo Gongfu.

Dozens of beautiful girls like flower buds entered the yard and immediately brought more vigor than the flowers in the yard.

The breeze on the lakeside pavilion was cooler than elsewhere. The weather was too hot to go out. Most of the time, Ling Qingyu and Alan stayed here. Ling Qingyu read the documents and letters, and Alan tossed her pills and chatted from time to time.

Looking at the girls who are still like butterflies in plain clothes, Ling Qingyu and Alan are very emotional.

Young is good!

"Master, what are you talking about, you are really beautiful!" The girl who was mending the flowers with the scissors smiled.

"Does this mean you despise me? To say beautiful, although the old lady is already a half-old mistress, she is better than you, right?" Alan looked at Ling Qingyu with disgust.

"We are not fighting for appearance, but temperament!" Ling Qingyu smiled.

"Master," Summ hurriedly walked across the flowers and said: "Master Cheng is here," paused and said, "Master Wang is also with him."

Lord Wang? Ling Qingyu looked at Su Mu in a puzzled way, Su Mu lowered his head and said, "Master Wang Xuan."

Wang Xuanzhi? This person heard that he had picked up about the Xicheng office and was sent to patrol below. He has not been in Bianjing, and has not been back for years. Now, is he back?

The yard is undergoing a little bit of renovation, and it is no longer a group of old men who are staring at them, and there are delicate and flower-like girls in the yard, and the silver bell-like laughter makes this summer a little more Divided into heat.

Following the little maid who looked back and laughed from time to time, she passed through the doorways, and saw that the soft couch was half-leaning on the water pavilion by the lake, the clothes were wide, and the hair was just gathered behind her head. Knowing how pleasant Ling Qingyu was, Wang Xuanzhi couldn't help but blackened his face again, and said, "Is this what you said?"

Cheng Jia smiled and said nothing. Sometimes, why should the pain be shown to others? If it is not for someone who truly loves you, it will only be a cheap take care for others.

Cheng Jia came by himself today, but when he went out, he ran into Wang Xuanzhi, who had just returned. He heard that he was going to Dingguo Palace, so he didn't say anything and followed him.

Yang Zhao’s reputation among the people is getting higher and higher. Regarding her survivor, whether it is the emperor or the political affairs hall, she should be more or less cautious. Moreover, recent scandals in the back houses of the high gates in Bianjing have emerged one after another. Madam and Xiaosi monk actor, and then there are not the most amazing but more amazing all kinds of post-house dog blood dramas, so that the Bianjing people have endless talks after eating and drinking, and the matter of Madam Yang that was originally brought up by some caring people is overwhelmed. Then it was forgotten.

It seems that this person can make himself live happily without going out.

"Master Cheng, Master Wang," Ling Qingyu didn't get up, but waved his hand: "Please sit down." The two of them knew exactly what she looked like, and there was no need to show them some polite gifts.

Wang Xuanzhi snorted and sat opposite her, while Cheng Jia knelt down on the mat, signaled the maid who was making tea to give up her position, and then ordered tea very well.

"Master?" A maid walked over from the trail with Zhang Qin in her hand, and suddenly called out when she saw the scene in the waterside.

The maid who made tea was obviously trained, and the maid who held the piano saw that the posture and hands were also trained, Cheng Jia's heart moved slightly, is she really planning to live in Bianjing?

"Qinyu, let the piano be there. There are masters here today, and I also ask you to study," after speaking to the maid, Ling Qingyu turned to look at Cheng Jia and smiled: "Master Cheng, don't you mind?"

"Remuneration?" Wang Xuanzhi was a little dumbfounded when he looked up at Cheng Jia with a smile, and the gesture of ordering tea was still elegant.

"The Jianjia yard you said last time was given to you. Also, I have asked Han Yan to set aside a part of it for you. Let me see what kind of literary meeting will be held in the future?" Ling Qingyu He sighed and said, "I can't go out or socialize, so I have to have some fun."

Cheng Jia suppressed the surprise in his heart, but Wang Xuanzhi exclaimed, "What does this look like? How long did Yang Zhao die?"

"I'm alive, he'll be alive," Ling Qingyu pointed to his heart and smiled faintly.

Wang Xuanzhi suddenly muttered. He was patrolling outside. Yan San died and Yang Zhao entered the Ling's house. Cheng Jia wrote to tell him that when he came back, he heard that Yang Zhao died in battle. Cheng Jia just came here to find him.

Live in your heart?

"Don't you like those literary meetings?" Cheng Jia put a cup of tea in front of Alan and asked.

"I don't like it very much. A group of boring people hurt the spring and sadness, but now there is nothing to do, so it's better to take a look." Seeing Alan's smile, Ling Qingyu smiled unconsciously, and said: "Furthermore , I also want to see, what are the pillars of the country you often say, those who think they are right? This country is governed by you, what kind of waste it must be, I also want to see."

Puff, Alan spouted all the tea in one sip and pointed at Ling Qingyu and said, "Girl! That's not authentic! When telling the truth, can you change the time I don't drink tea?"

"Sorry, pay attention next time." Ling Qingyu pressed her hand down, smiling and looking at Wang Xuanzhi indifferently: "I heard that Lord Wang has been dealing with the Xicheng Office. It is said that it is the least troublesome patrol below. , How? What method did you use to appease the people who had been robbed of everything?"

Wang Xuanzhi’s face darkened. From his original intention, he was unwilling to do this kind of thing, but if someone else did it, I’m afraid the consequences would be worse, but no matter how gentle the method he used, how much he left for others. The road can’t change the fact that it’s forcibly robbing people’s land in the name of a state authority.

Cheng Jia placed the ordered tea in front of Ling Qingyu and Wang Xuanzhi, got up, took the piano in the hands of the maid, and exclaimed, "Chun Lei?"

Seeing his look surprised and happy, Ling Qingyu turned around and asked Qin Yu, "Which one came from?"

"This is what Qi Ye just gave to the slave maid." Qinyu lowered her head and turned back. She has studied the piano for ten years and has never seen such a good one. When she first held it in her hand, she felt itchy. The son said that it was Chunlei, and his heart was even more moved. It was a famous piano.

Cheng Jia placed the piano on the piano case, cleaned his hands next to him, then raised the corners of his robe, knelt down beside the piano case, calmed down slightly, and said with a smile: "You can have some incense next time." This person's warehouse has all kinds of incense, but he doesn't like to use incense very much.

Without waiting for Ling Qingyu's answer, he flicked his fingers, and a string of notes sounded.

At the end of the song, the remaining sound is still endless, as if still lingering in people's ears.

"Playing is better than the average person, no wonder the pay is so expensive." Alan applauded.

Do you think this is a performer? Wang Xuanzhi came out of the lingering sound and was shocked again.

"It's the piano," Cheng Jia flicked his finger slightly. It's a pity. Since it's Yan Qi's, I'm afraid Ling Qingyu won't give up, so he raised his head and laughed: "Jia likes it, can I play it every day?" Seeing Ling Qingyu's face, he smiled and said, "Jia won't be paid."

Ling Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's okay, anyway, Han Yan will clean up there in a few days."

"Brother Han is doing it? Why don't you give me some advice as well?" Cheng Jia lowered his head and drew a note on the strings again with his fingers.

"Are you really planning to hold a text meeting here?" Wang Xuanzhi looked at Cheng Jia dumbfounded.

"Why not? The beautiful scenery here is the best in Bianjing. It is rare that Mrs. Yang is willing to lend the place. Isn't it a matter of elegance?" Cheng Jia laughed.

Wang Xuanzhi is very speechless. Although no one is going to talk about her gossip now, it is all on Yang Zhao's face, but because of this, if she, Mrs. Yang, does something unruly, I am afraid Will be sprayed to death immediately.

However, the two of them seemed to be indifferent. Wang Xuanzhi remained speechless. After the two of them left, they asked Cheng Jia in a calm manner: "She doesn't know how great, don't you know?"

"Not long after you came back, I'm afraid I haven't heard many things about Bianjing," Cheng Jia shook his fan and said: "Recently, the backyards of those high-ranking families have become lively. I'll take you to listen."

Mrs. Gonghou raised a small servant and an actor privately. The father-in-law and the concubine-in-law had an affair and gave birth to a species who didn’t know whether it was a grandson or a son.

Wang Xuanzhi had no expression on hearing it. As a family prince, they hadn’t seen this kind of thing. It’s just that they were backyard privacy. Everyone kept the secrets tightly. They were dealt with early, so how could they be directly dealt with? Come up and say. Compared with these things, even though I am a ****, I am willing to provide my own courtyard as a meeting place for poor students. This is indeed a matter of elegance.

"One more thing," Cheng Jia looked at the storyteller downstairs, and said lightly: "Yang Zhao is in Zuiling's house, and she has no obligation to keep his widowhood for his life."

"So what? Who dares to marry her now? Do you want to marry her?" Wang Xuanzhi laughed, but when he saw Cheng Jia smile lightly, his heart suddenly trembled.

"Why not?"

Wang Xuanzhi's eyes widened again. He knew Cheng Jia liked her a long time ago, but Wang Xuanzhi blurted out, "Don't say your father would never agree, and she would not agree!"

Cheng Jia turned his head to look at Wang Xuanzhi, smiled brilliantly at him, and said, "Xuanzhi, Wenhui will post in the name of the two of us?"

"I won't accompany you to fool around!" Wang Xuanzhi got up in anger and walked away.

What is it? Cheng Jia took a small snack and said, "What are you shaking with the book case?"

The book case almost didn't cry, and said with a shaking voice: "My son, we will be beaten to death by the master." Didn't you come for real? You married Ling headed? Of course, we have to admit that the head of Ling is a good woman, but what is your identity? What's the identity of Ling Dang's family now? If you didn't get squirted to death, you would definitely be beaten to death by the master first! Oh, we must be the first to kill!

Killed? I'm afraid it will? Cheng Jia put the snack in his mouth and looked out the window. Even if he would be killed, he didn't want to hide his heart this time.

No one could have imagined how much a small stone thrown into the water would bring.

Mr. Duan, who came from Daizhou, was heard by a group of students when he was telling the story. After verifying the evidence, he began to anger, carefully review the war, pursue the person responsible for the failure, and fully rectify Yang Zhao's name. Various voices sounded. At this time, Cheng Jia and other Qingliu also began to speak at the court.

With the wind and clouds outside, Yang Zhao's reputation is higher than that of each day, and the maids from the south of the Yangtze River are welcomed in the Dingguo Gongfu.

Dozens of beautiful girls like flower buds entered the yard and immediately brought more vigor than the flowers in the yard.

The breeze on the lakeside pavilion was cooler than elsewhere. The weather was too hot to go out. Most of the time, Ling Qingyu and Alan stayed here. Ling Qingyu read the documents and letters, and Alan tossed her pills and chatted from time to time.

Looking at the girls who are still like butterflies in plain clothes, Ling Qingyu and Alan are very emotional.

Young is good!

"Master, what are you talking about, you are really beautiful!" The girl who was mending the flowers with the scissors smiled.

"Does this mean you despise me? To say beautiful, although the old lady is already a half-old mistress, she is better than you, right?" Alan looked at Ling Qingyu with disgust.

"We are not fighting for appearance, but temperament!" Ling Qingyu smiled.

"Master," Summ hurriedly walked across the flowers and said: "Master Cheng is here," paused and said, "Master Wang is also with him."

Lord Wang? Ling Qingyu looked at Su Mu in a puzzled way, Su Mu lowered his head and said, "Master Wang Xuan."

Wang Xuanzhi? This person heard that he had picked up about the Xicheng office and was sent to patrol below. He has not been in Bianjing, and has not been back for years. Now, is he back?

The yard is undergoing a little bit of renovation, and it is no longer a group of old men who are staring at them, and there are delicate and flower-like girls in the yard, and the silver bell-like laughter makes this summer a little more Divided into heat.

Following the little maid who looked back and laughed from time to time, she passed through the doorways, and saw that the soft couch was half-leaning on the water pavilion by the lake, the clothes were wide, and the hair was just gathered behind her head. Knowing how pleasant Ling Qingyu was, Wang Xuanzhi couldn't help but blackened his face again, and said, "Is this what you said?"

Cheng Jia smiled and said nothing. Sometimes, why should the pain be shown to others? If it is not for someone who truly loves you, it will only be a cheap take care for others.

Cheng Jia came by himself today, but when he went out, he ran into Wang Xuanzhi, who had just returned. He heard that he was going to Dingguo Palace, so he didn't say anything and followed him.

Yang Zhao’s reputation among the people is getting higher and higher. Regarding her survivor, whether it is the emperor or the political affairs hall, she should be more or less cautious. Moreover, recent scandals in the back houses of the high gates in Bianjing have emerged one after another. Madam and Xiaosi monk actor, and then there are not the most amazing but more amazing all kinds of post-house dog blood dramas, so that the Bianjing people have endless talks after eating and drinking, and the matter of Madam Yang that was originally brought up by some caring people is overwhelmed. Then it was forgotten.

It seems that this person can make himself live happily without going out.

"Master Cheng, Master Wang," Ling Qingyu didn't get up, but waved his hand: "Please sit down." The two of them knew exactly what she looked like, and there was no need to show them some polite gifts.

Wang Xuanzhi snorted and sat opposite her, while Cheng Jia knelt down on the mat, signaled the maid who was making tea to give up her position, and then ordered tea very well.

"Master?" A maid walked over from the trail with Zhang Qin in her hand, and suddenly called out when she saw the scene in the waterside.

The maid who made tea was obviously trained, and the maid who held the piano saw that the posture and hands were also trained, Cheng Jia's heart moved slightly, is she really planning to live in Bianjing?

"Qinyu, let the piano be there. There are masters here today, and I also ask you to study," after speaking to the maid, Ling Qingyu turned to look at Cheng Jia and smiled: "Master Cheng, don't you mind?"

"Remuneration?" Wang Xuanzhi was a little dumbfounded when he looked up at Cheng Jia with a smile, and the gesture of ordering tea was still elegant.

"The Jianjia yard you said last time was given to you. Also, I have asked Han Yan to set aside a part of it for you. Let me see what kind of literary meeting will be held in the future?" Ling Qingyu He sighed and said, "I can't go out or socialize, so I have to have some fun."

Cheng Jia suppressed the surprise in his heart, but Wang Xuanzhi exclaimed, "What does this look like? How long did Yang Zhao die?"

"I'm alive, he'll be alive," Ling Qingyu pointed to his heart and smiled faintly.

Wang Xuanzhi suddenly muttered. He was patrolling outside. Yan San died and Yang Zhao entered the Ling's house. Cheng Jia wrote to tell him that when he came back, he heard that Yang Zhao died in battle. Cheng Jia just came here to find him.

Live in your heart?

"Don't you like those literary meetings?" Cheng Jia put a cup of tea in front of Alan and asked.

"I don't like it very much. A group of boring people hurt the spring and sadness, but now there is nothing to do, so it's better to take a look." Seeing Alan's smile, Ling Qingyu smiled unconsciously, and said: "Furthermore , I also want to see, what are the pillars of the country you often say, those who think they are right? This country is governed by you, what kind of waste it must be, I also want to see."

Puff, Alan spouted all the tea in one sip and pointed at Ling Qingyu and said, "Girl! That's not authentic! When telling the truth, can you change the time I don't drink tea?"

"Sorry, pay attention next time." Ling Qingyu pressed her hand down, smiling and looking at Wang Xuanzhi indifferently: "I heard that Lord Wang has been dealing with the Xicheng Office. It is said that it is the least troublesome patrol below. , How? What method did you use to appease the people who had been robbed of everything?"

Wang Xuanzhi’s face darkened. From his original intention, he was unwilling to do this kind of thing, but if someone else did it, I’m afraid the consequences would be worse, but no matter how gentle the method he used, how much he left for others. The road can’t change the fact that it’s forcibly robbing people’s land in the name of a state authority.

Cheng Jia placed the ordered tea in front of Ling Qingyu and Wang Xuanzhi, got up, took the piano in the hands of the maid, and exclaimed, "Chun Lei?"

Seeing his look surprised and happy, Ling Qingyu turned around and asked Qin Yu, "Which one came from?"

"This is what Qi Ye just gave to the slave maid." Qinyu lowered her head and turned back. She has studied the piano for ten years and has never seen such a good one. When she first held it in her hand, she felt itchy. The son said that it was Chunlei, and his heart was even more moved. It was a famous piano.

Cheng Jia placed the piano on the piano case, cleaned his hands next to him, then raised the corners of his robe, knelt down beside the piano case, calmed down slightly, and said with a smile: "You can have some incense next time." This person's warehouse has all kinds of incense, but he doesn't like to use incense very much.

Without waiting for Ling Qingyu's answer, he flicked his fingers, and a string of notes sounded.

At the end of the song, the remaining sound is still endless, as if still lingering in people's ears.

"Playing is better than the average person, no wonder the pay is so expensive." Alan applauded.

Do you think this is a performer? Wang Xuanzhi came out of the lingering sound and was shocked again.

"It's the piano," Cheng Jia flicked his finger slightly. It's a pity. Since it's Yan Qi's, I'm afraid Ling Qingyu won't give up, so he raised his head and laughed: "Jia likes it, can I play it every day?" Seeing Ling Qingyu's face, he smiled and said, "Jia won't be paid."

Ling Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's okay, anyway, Han Yan will clean up there in a few days."

"Brother Han is doing it? Why don't you give me some advice as well?" Cheng Jia lowered his head and drew a note on the strings again with his fingers.

"Are you really planning to hold a text meeting here?" Wang Xuanzhi looked at Cheng Jia dumbfounded.

"Why not? The beautiful scenery here is the best in Bianjing. It is rare that Mrs. Yang is willing to lend the place. Isn't it a matter of elegance?" Cheng Jia laughed.

Wang Xuanzhi is very speechless. Although no one is going to talk about her gossip now, it is all on Yang Zhao's face, but because of this, if she, Mrs. Yang, does something unruly, I am afraid Will be sprayed to death immediately.

However, the two of them seemed to be indifferent. Wang Xuanzhi remained speechless. After the two of them left, they asked Cheng Jia in a calm manner: "She doesn't know how great, don't you know?"

"Not long after you came back, I'm afraid I haven't heard many things about Bianjing," Cheng Jia shook his fan and said: "Recently, the backyards of those high-ranking families have become lively. I'll take you to listen."

Mrs. Gonghou raised a small servant and an actor privately. The father-in-law and the concubine-in-law had an affair and gave birth to a species who didn’t know whether it was a grandson or a son.

Wang Xuanzhi had no expression on hearing it. As a family prince, they hadn’t seen this kind of thing. It’s just that they were backyard privacy. Everyone kept the secrets tightly. They were dealt with early, so how could they be directly dealt with? Come up and say. Compared with these things, even though I am a ****, I am willing to provide my own courtyard as a meeting place for poor students. This is indeed a matter of elegance.

"One more thing," Cheng Jia looked at the storyteller downstairs, and said lightly: "Yang Zhao is in Zuiling's house, and she has no obligation to keep his widowhood for his life."

"So what? Who dares to marry her now? Do you want to marry her?" Wang Xuanzhi laughed, but when he saw Cheng Jia smile lightly, his heart suddenly trembled.

"Why not?"

Wang Xuanzhi's eyes widened again. He knew Cheng Jia liked her a long time ago, but Wang Xuanzhi blurted out, "Don't say your father would never agree, and she would not agree!"

Cheng Jia turned his head to look at Wang Xuanzhi, smiled brilliantly at him, and said, "Xuanzhi, Wenhui will post in the name of the two of us?"

"I won't accompany you to fool around!" Wang Xuanzhi got up in anger and walked away.

What is it? Cheng Jia took a small snack and said, "What are you shaking with the book case?"

The book case almost didn't cry, and said with a shaking voice: "My son, we will be beaten to death by the master." Didn't you come for real? You married Ling headed? Of course, we have to admit that the head of Ling is a good woman, but what is your identity? What's the identity of Ling Dang's family now? If you didn't get squirted to death, you would definitely be beaten to death by the master first! Oh, we must be the first to kill!

Killed? I'm afraid it will? Cheng Jia put the snack in his mouth and looked out the window. Even if he would be killed, he didn't want to hide his heart this time.