Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Cheng Jia did what he said, so he approached Han Xian the next day and wandered around the place that was supposed to be taken out. Not only did he propose amendments, but he also drew the drawing with a pen. After wandering around with Han Xian, Run to Shuixie Cengqin Cengxiang Cengcha, take Cengsum to make more and more delicious snacks.

After such a few days, Alan asked Ling Qingyu very puzzledly. Didn't you say that Mr. Zhu said that you want you to win this talented Cheng Jiacheng? Why do you ridicule him every day when he is doing errands? Shouldn't you coax him to flatter him and treat him affectionately? Tenderness may be wrong, but at least you should learn from me. Even if you don’t understand what he plays, you should immediately applaud to express admiration?

Ling Qingyu thought for a long time before Fang replied, this is really a habit.

After running for a few days at Dingguo Gongfu, Cheng Jia was called to the study by his father as soon as he returned home.

What did the two fathers and sons say in the study? I don’t know the book case. I only know that there are a lot of things smashed in it. When my son came out, there were two palm prints on his face, and there were several footprints on his clothes, even the corners of his mouth were hanging. Bloodshot, and then I heard the master roar: "If you don't understand it anymore, get out of here!"

The courage on the book side was still trembling, the son of his own family first went back to his house and changed his clothes, and then left without looking back. Even their servants did not take any of them, so he left.

"Cheng Jia!" Ling Qingyu hugged the person who fainted at her as soon as they met, and exclaimed.

Seeing that there was no one behind him, and the body he was holding was hot with hot heat, Ling Qingyu kindly didn't throw him out, so he could only help him to lie down on the soft couch, and then looked blankly at him. Alan said: "What are you doing in a daze? Come and see, if you die here, you won't be able to tell."

"Oh!" Alan hadn't woken up from the words that Cheng Jia, who was wearing two slap prints, came in and saw Ling Qingyu with an angelic smile and said that I was driven out by my father and there was no place to live. Shaking his head dazedly, Fang took his hand to pulse.

After taking the next pulse, Alan frowned to untie his collar. Ling Qingyu hurriedly blocked her and said: "Alan, we can't take advantage of others. If you want to understand, you can go to a place where no one is at night."

Alan glared at her and said, "I have to look at his injury." Pulling away Ling Qingyu's hand and unbuttoning the thin summer shirt, she saw that her upper body was as white as good mutton fat and white jade. An already purple and black footprint.

"It's really cruel, this guy kicked it." Alan shook his head and put his clothes on first, and said: "He should have had a serious illness when he was a child, and he lost his body, and then he has not been recuperated. I moved too much and hurt my energy. I was already in a bad shape, but I was kicked too hard and I had to live well for some time."

"He just said he was driven out by his father?" Ling Qingyu asked, looking at Alan.

"Well, he said he has nowhere to go, and he wants you to take him in. Could it be that his father kicked him? What a cruel father? Such a good son would be willing to kick him?" Alan exclaimed.

"His father is Cheng Xiang..."

"When I didn't say!" Alan put down Cheng Jia's hand and said, "What do you say? Keep it or not? If I stay, I'll get the medicine."

"If I say not to stay?" Ling Qingyu said hesitantly. Seeing Alan glared over, it was written in his eyes that you should try to draw him to coax him to trick him into working for you. Why did you give up such a good opportunity? Are you a pig?

"Well, anyway, the cymbal courtyard has been cleaned up." Seeing Alan's smile so that his eyebrows were bent, Ling Qingyu said: "You have the responsibility of taking care of it!"

A wall has been built between the place set aside from Jiajiayuan and the main courtyard here, and two separate entrances and exits have been opened, just like they were separated from the residence of Dingguo. After Han Yan returned that day After hearing the news, he sighed and lived in Jianjia Courtyard. In this way, Cheng Jia just went to live with a friend and had nothing to do with Mrs. Dingguo.

Cheng Xiang, who received the news in the evening, sat alone in the study for a long time, and finally sent the book case to the Jianjiayuan along with the luggage and Cheng Jia's official uniform.

"What the **** do you want to do?" Han Yan looked at Cheng Jia who was leaning against the bed and his face was still pale, and said with a deep expression.

"Don't you also want to borrow my power?" Cheng Jia smiled faintly: "Han Mian, I want to ask, what do you want to do? The things that Bianjing now spread have happened before, but why are they focused on This period of time? You used to avoid Bianjing, Yang Zhao died unjustly, and she hated it too late. Why did you go to Bianjing to develop and open more and more shops in Bianjing Ling's house? Yan who used to follow her inseparably What are they doing in Seven Shadows? She used to look down on those scholars the most, but now she wants to enter the circle of scholars, Han Mian, you tell me, what does she want to do?"

"Are you quarreling with your father about this kind of thing?" Han Mian asked with a frown.

Cheng Jia shook his head lightly and said: "I told my father that I only want to marry one woman in this life, and that is Yang Zhao's survivor."

Han Yan stared at him dumbfounded for a while, and said: "Are you crazy?" No wonder your father beat you! I will beat you too!

"I'm not crazy, Han Xian, I also thought about marrying a woman who is the right one, just like my father's generation friends, who present the case with respect and respect, and live like a guest," Cheng Jia smiled slightly and said: "But I can't do it. After my father told me who I was fancying, I would definitely want to take a look at what the woman was like, but no matter who I looked at, I didn’t want to. I would involuntarily compare it every time. The same person. Cough cough cough!"

Seeing his face blushing from coughing, Han Yan sighed inaudibly, and took the tea bowl to him. After he drank the saliva, he still coughed for a long time before stopping, and there was a sickly flush on his face. Said: "But you also know that the only ones who love the house have always been those two."

"But they are all dead, right? The dead can no longer accompany her or love her, and the dead can no longer help her." Cheng Jia wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth with her kerchief and looked into Han Mian's eyes. There was a dazzling flame.

If you know what she wants to do, see if you can say this! Han Yan slandered in his heart, but stopped talking, saying: "As a friend, I advise you to give up."

"Deal? I've been suppressing my heart for two years," Cheng Jia laughed lowly, and said: "I can't suppress it, Han Mian, I can't suppress it anymore..." Revenge in Bianjing, it doesn't matter, I will help you! Once the suppressed spark ignited a prairie fire, it couldn't be destroyed anyway, even if it was burned to ashes in the end, there was no way to look back.

Cheng Jia did what he said, so he approached Han Xian the next day and wandered around the place that was supposed to be taken out. Not only did he propose amendments, but he also drew the drawing with a pen. After wandering around with Han Xian, Run to Shuixie Cengqin Cengxiang Cengcha, take Cengsum to make more and more delicious snacks.

After such a few days, Alan asked Ling Qingyu very puzzledly. Didn't you say that Mr. Zhu said that you want you to win this talented Cheng Jiacheng? Why do you ridicule him every day when he is doing errands? Shouldn't you coax him to flatter him and treat him affectionately? Tenderness may be wrong, but at least you should learn from me. Even if you don’t understand what he plays, you should immediately applaud to express admiration?

Ling Qingyu thought for a long time before Fang replied, this is really a habit.

After running for a few days at Dingguo Gongfu, Cheng Jia was called to the study by his father as soon as he returned home.

What did the two fathers and sons say in the study? I don’t know the book case. I only know that there are a lot of things smashed in it. When my son came out, there were two palm prints on his face, and there were several footprints on his clothes, even the corners of his mouth were hanging. Bloodshot, and then I heard the master roar: "If you don't understand it anymore, get out of here!"

The courage on the book side was still trembling, the son of his own family first went back to his house and changed his clothes, and then left without looking back. Even their servants did not take any of them, so he left.

"Cheng Jia!" Ling Qingyu hugged the person who fainted at her as soon as they met, and exclaimed.

Seeing that there was no one behind him, and the body he was holding was hot with hot heat, Ling Qingyu kindly didn't throw him out, so he could only help him to lie down on the soft couch, and then looked blankly at him. Alan said: "What are you doing in a daze? Come and see, if you die here, you won't be able to tell."

"Oh!" Alan hadn't woken up from the words that Cheng Jia, who was wearing two slap prints, came in and saw Ling Qingyu with an angelic smile and said that I was driven out by my father and there was no place to live. Shaking his head dazedly, Fang took his hand to pulse.

After taking the next pulse, Alan frowned to untie his collar. Ling Qingyu hurriedly blocked her and said: "Alan, we can't take advantage of others. If you want to understand, you can go to a place where no one is at night."

Alan glared at her and said, "I have to look at his injury." Pulling away Ling Qingyu's hand and unbuttoning the thin summer shirt, she saw that her upper body was as white as good mutton fat and white jade. An already purple and black footprint.

"It's really cruel, this guy kicked it." Alan shook his head and put his clothes on first, and said: "He should have had a serious illness when he was a child, and he lost his body, and then he has not been recuperated. I moved too much and hurt my energy. I was already in a bad shape, but I was kicked too hard and I had to live well for some time."

"He just said he was driven out by his father?" Ling Qingyu asked, looking at Alan.

"Well, he said he has nowhere to go, and he wants you to take him in. Could it be that his father kicked him? What a cruel father? Such a good son would be willing to kick him?" Alan exclaimed.

"His father is Cheng Xiang..."

"When I didn't say!" Alan put down Cheng Jia's hand and said, "What do you say? Keep it or not? If I stay, I'll get the medicine."

"If I say not to stay?" Ling Qingyu said hesitantly. Seeing Alan glared over, it was written in his eyes that you should try to draw him to coax him to trick him into working for you. Why did you give up such a good opportunity? Are you a pig?

"Well, anyway, the cymbal courtyard has been cleaned up." Seeing Alan's smile so that his eyebrows were bent, Ling Qingyu said: "You have the responsibility of taking care of it!"

A wall has been built between the place set aside from Jiajiayuan and the main courtyard here, and two separate entrances and exits have been opened, just like they were separated from the residence of Dingguo. After Han Yan returned that day After hearing the news, he sighed and lived in Jianjia Courtyard. In this way, Cheng Jia just went to live with a friend and had nothing to do with Mrs. Dingguo.

Cheng Xiang, who received the news in the evening, sat alone in the study for a long time, and finally sent the book case to the Jianjiayuan along with the luggage and Cheng Jia's official uniform.

"What the **** do you want to do?" Han Yan looked at Cheng Jia who was leaning against the bed and his face was still pale, and said with a deep expression.

"Don't you also want to borrow my power?" Cheng Jia smiled faintly: "Han Mian, I want to ask, what do you want to do? The things that Bianjing now spread have happened before, but why are they focused on This period of time? You used to avoid Bianjing, Yang Zhao died unjustly, and she hated it too late. Why did you go to Bianjing to develop and open more and more shops in Bianjing Ling's house? Yan who used to follow her inseparably What are they doing in Seven Shadows? She used to look down on those scholars the most, but now she wants to enter the circle of scholars, Han Mian, you tell me, what does she want to do?"

"Are you quarreling with your father about this kind of thing?" Han Mian asked with a frown.

Cheng Jia shook his head lightly and said: "I told my father that I only want to marry one woman in this life, and that is Yang Zhao's survivor."

Han Yan stared at him dumbfounded for a while, and said: "Are you crazy?" No wonder your father beat you! I will beat you too!

"I'm not crazy, Han Xian, I also thought about marrying a woman who is the right one, just like my father's generation friends, who present the case with respect and respect, and live like a guest," Cheng Jia smiled slightly and said: "But I can't do it. After my father told me who I was fancying, I would definitely want to take a look at what the woman was like, but no matter who I looked at, I didn’t want to. I would involuntarily compare it every time. The same person. Cough cough cough!"

Seeing his face blushing from coughing, Han Yan sighed inaudibly, and took the tea bowl to him. After he drank the saliva, he still coughed for a long time before stopping, and there was a sickly flush on his face. Said: "But you also know that the only ones who love the house have always been those two."

"But they are all dead, right? The dead can no longer accompany her or love her, and the dead can no longer help her." Cheng Jia wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth with her kerchief and looked into Han Mian's eyes. There was a dazzling flame.

If you know what she wants to do, see if you can say this! Han Yan slandered in his heart, but stopped talking, saying: "As a friend, I advise you to give up."

"Deal? I've been suppressing my heart for two years," Cheng Jia laughed lowly, and said: "I can't suppress it, Han Mian, I can't suppress it anymore..." Revenge in Bianjing, it doesn't matter, I will help you! Once the suppressed spark ignited a prairie fire, it couldn't be destroyed anyway, even if it was burned to ashes in the end, there was no way to look back.