Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

It has entered autumn, and the weather has begun to cool down. The sun is still bright, but there is no such scorching heat. It is warm and comfortable to shine on the body.

There were three soft knocks at the door, Yan Qi hummed, and the figure at the door retreated.

Looking at the sun, it was indeed late. There were so many things today that she could no longer lie on the bed, but Yan Qi, who was holding her head and watching her sleeping face, still didn't want to move.

There was warmth flowing in her heart, her fingers gently stroked the outline of her face, Yan Qi's mouth couldn't help but turned upwards, family, in fact, she knew everything, and their love, she knew , So in return, with the word family, the lover may break up at any time and turn and become a stranger, the only exclusive person, even if they quarrel, even if they are angry, they cannot be separated. They will be together for the rest of their lives, just like a couple.

Although those children might not know the difference, the three of them, er, and the dead Cheng Jia knew about it. They were so happy in their hearts that they forgot to prevent Ling Qingyu from messing with the three little ones. The result was She was drunk again.

Seeing her posture when she was drunk, Cheng Jia was the first to run away, and the three small ones were embarrassed to avoid. Yan Qi had already gained immunity after seeing too much, so she hugged him in a fearless posture at the expense of me. She went back to the room and spent half the night with her. If it wasn't for her backache and back pain, Yan Qi wouldn't mind playing more tricks with her.

Because only when he is drunk, this person will show the appearance without any scruples about the bottom line. The attractive appearance is too touching, making him feel like he can't stop.

He lowered his head and kissed her slightly swollen lips, lifted the thin quilt, looked at the marks on her body, Yan Qi picked up the clothes on the hanger and put them on.

There are too many people coming over there today, but it is also the best time to inquire about the secrets. With such a chaotic combination, some people will be tempted to find someone to negotiate with them. Yan Qi arranges all the best guards over. Secret locations are arranged in places where things may happen, and pre-training is done. For example, it doesn’t matter if you don’t recognize the person. You must remember exactly what the person is wearing, what expressions are when speaking, etc., and let a dry red building come out. The elites were stunned, Qiye, didn't our secret guards just kill people and kill future enemies? Who cares what clothes he wears and what expressions he wears! ! ! ! !

It's just that, the defense here will inevitably be much weaker. Yan Qi arranged all the remaining Sixteen Nights next to the yard, allowing Ye Po and Ying Jiu Ying Thirteen to guard them like a shadow.

However, as long as she is not by her side, she is always worried. Yan Qi suddenly remembered what Yan San said at the beginning, and smiled bitterly in her heart. Yeah, even if she knows that she is actually weak now, she still feels uneasy and puts on her clothes. Yan Qi turned around, leaned on the bed and gently hugged Ling Qingyu, then rubbed her face, napping her eyes closed and grunting, Fang whispered, "You will sleep again."

After leaving the house and closing the door behind her, Yan Qi no longer laughed at all on her face. She took a bowl of porridge from Ying Thirteen holding a tray, and asked as she drank, "Everyone is arranged?"

"Yeah." Ying Thirteen nodded.

The Wenhui was designed by Cheng Jia in accordance with the ancient method and used the pattern of curved water flow. From Dinghu along the garden near the lake, a clear stream with nine curves and eight bends was built using the original creek, and the two sides were paved with white jade. The pedestal, accompanied by green bamboo flowers, is an elegant place.

For the male guests, all the male servants are used. The maids and women are all concentrated in a few yards for the female guests. The female guests’ yard is not far from the place where the water flows, although there is a veil in the middle. The past was also very easy.

Anyway, what happened to romantic affairs was also Cheng Jia and Wang Xuan's business. All the doors leading to Dingguo were closed, and Ling Qingyu would never show up. Therefore, Yan Qi and Han Mian did not care about the men and women. Cheng Jia didn’t take care of it with the more chaotic the better. Therefore, when Wang Xuanzhi came and saw it, his eyes were almost falling out. Most of the posts were made by his elder brother and elder sister in his name. It was sent out, there must be something really wrong, but now he has no way to accuse anyone, Ling Qingyu has disappeared from him, and he broke the jar in anxiety, what can happen? What's wrong, there is a taller person against it anyway.

The Dingguo Mansion occupies a very large area, facing two streets. The carriage did not stop on the street at the front gate, but at the street at the side gate.

Glancing at the busy scene outside the carriage, Xiang Jiao curled his lips and said, "Miss, there are so many people here, how are we going down?" Generally, the carriage should not be introduced into the inner yard first, and then the ladies should carry it. What's your car?

Fu Xiyan glanced at her, looking out from the corner of the curtain raised by her hand. Today’s two great talents, Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi’s post, anyone who knows Braille wants to come and see it, but the literary club, which was originally a man, suddenly invited a famous talented woman in Beijing. Fu Xiyan felt that her self-esteem had been greatly increased. One side also felt very surprised. I just wanted to see what Cheng Jia's mentality was like overcoming the doubts about this inexplicable invitation, and she still appeared here today.

Cheng Jia has been the number one talented man in Bianjing for many years, but Fu Xiyan's status as the number one talented woman is relatively recent. The old man Fu is the Taifu, and Emperor Xiwen and Cheng Xiang were both his students. Although they have faded out of court, they are still aloof. In terms of status, Fu Xiyan's father did not stay in Beijing but was released after being awarded a Jinshi. He returned to Beijing last year to serve as a fifth-grade official. After Fu Xiyan entered the capital circle of noble women, she became famous within a month or two, and she was named the first talented woman in Beijing after a year. Grandpa Fu was very fond of this great-granddaughter, and personally asked her about her marriage. , The unmarried Juncai in Beijing looked over one by one, and there were only a few in his eyes. The first one is that he has been able to advise the doctor at a young age, talented, handsome, and in the room. Cheng Jia, who doesn’t even have a common room now, has the only flaw that he is 22 years old and seven years older than Fu Xiyan. It’s just this flaw that immediately became a man to a woman after Master Fu saw Cheng Jia himself. It was good. I was too satisfied with Cheng Jia, so Taifu Fu personally mentioned to Cheng Xiang about the marriage of the two families. Cheng quite was very happy at the time, but unexpectedly, after a few days, it was full Apologetic came forward and refused, saying only that her son was not good and she was afraid of delaying Miss Fu Jia and did not marry him. Taifu Fu just regretted and would not force her, but Fu Xiyan’s mother first knew that the father valued Cheng Jia. This has already been said, and it was originally, and Taifu Fu spoke in person. Who would have thought that he would be rejected? When the story of Cheng Jia's refusal to marry was spread, Fu Xiyan was mocked by those sisters who had been trampled on her feet in the past.

I want to see what kind of character it is that even I look down on!

Fu Xiyan hated herself secretly, and when she rolled her eyes, her eyes stopped at the door, the two welcoming people.

The two of them are dressed in white clothes and Tsing Yi. They are really handsome, Zhilan Yushu, Xiao Xiao like the wind of Matsushita.

Fu Xiyan's cheeks suddenly blushed. Such a character deserves her Fu Xiyan's admiration!

The carriage moved again and was led into the inner courtyard through the side door, and then a woman greeted him, leading Fu Xiyan out of the carriage and onto the sedan chair, and carried it to the back of the green courtyard where the banquet was held.

Although the reason was unreasonable, Fu Xiyan still flicked the car curtain and looked out. She was not the only one on the road, but there were several cars in the front and back. Across the tall flowers, one could see another path walking in as if talking while walking. Young talents.

There have been many ladies in the yard, because this time they are mainly talented students. Wang Huilan invited some talented young ladies, and there is no distinction between them, but the most talented ones are from the homes of pure and precious. For more, naturally there are more Qinggui than Xungui's family, and Fu Xiyan soon found the talented women whom she had made friends with.

As the concubine of the second prince and the concubine, Wang Huilan naturally arrived earlier and was sitting in the main room of Yanyan Courtyard, sulking.

The literary meeting jointly initiated by the younger brother and Cheng Jia was a rare event in Bianjing. The second prince saw the opportunity inside when he heard it, so he and the eldest brother used his younger brother to participate in a kick. She was jealous and used his younger brother. The post initiated a literary meeting for the female guests. Who knew that not only the younger brother was furious, but Chai Jinzhong was also furious. She had no choice but to say that Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi used Dingguo’s mansion this time. There is only one Dingguo mansion. * Living, there must be insufficient manpower, she can send someone to help, can't she arrange manpower to listen to the news? Chai Jinzhong was overjoyed at the time and only praised her for the good way, but Wang Xuanzhi didn't mention her lack of manpower at all. Even if he asked him, she said that there were already people. Later, she sent someone directly, but Cheng Jia returned it. After retreating, Chai Jinzhong, who happened to be back, turned black when the person replied, and walked away on the spot, and has not entered her door to this day.

The Yang family came with Cheng Yuqin with their two daughters, and Fan Yu’s two concubine sisters. They met Su Wanyun and Mei Ruoxue in the Gufeng courtyard, as well as the husband’s sisters who followed them. Yu Ligong went to see if his wife and maids had made any mistakes, and the three let the sisters play by themselves and sat in the wing to talk together.

Cheng Yuqin said with disdain: "Huh, I thought I was really a queen. I didn't even say hello and I posted a message in private. I just sent someone over, saying that since it was her post made by Wang Huilan, she naturally had to send someone. ."

Mei Ruoxue asked: "Then what about Brother Cheng? Isn't this a direct face slap?"

Cheng Yuqin snorted and said, "They didn't even come in. My brother sent someone to send them back. At the same time, he also said that if the second prince and concubine want to hold a text meeting by themselves, they can convene people in the palace by themselves, Cheng Jia I can’t afford to be the second prince, and I don’t want to be, and I don’t want to have a relationship with someone like you. In the end, I said, "You are a dog and a mouse, right?"

Mei Ruoxue laughed directly, and Su Wanyun didn't even smile, and she couldn't help thinking of the way Cheng Jia himself said this.

After laughing twice, it suddenly became clear that Cheng Jia would not support the second prince unless he changed his wife. After all, Cheng Jia is Cheng Xiang’s son. His attitude more or less represents the attitude of Cheng Xiang and Qingliu. In the past, Cheng Jia had never participated in the fight between the princes, but now Wang Huilan forced Cheng Jia to make such a sound, I was afraid that the second prince was vomiting blood now.

"My eldest brother has always been prudent in doing things, and will not do things for no reason. The Wang family's things this time are too unnatural. Not only the elder brother is angry, but I think the prince is also very angry." Cheng Yuqin sips his tea lightly and laughs.

"This tea is really good. It's not that the output of the top-quality tea on Fujian Road this year has been drastically reduced because of the insect plague. This seems to be something that only the palace can get..." Mei Ruoxue covered her before she finished her words. He closed his mouth and looked at Cheng Yuqin who was shaking his head and whispered: "Really?"

"Shhh, this is what we have here. Brother said it means being in charge. Give us a taste." Cheng Yuqin laughed. These rooms in this yard are like special arrangements for them. Naturally, it is not that my elder brother cares about her arrangement, but Ling Qingyu specifically explained that not only the tea, snacks, and those utensils are all exquisite. Even the servants were Ling's maids in green clothes. Others may not have tea, but Ling's will not.

Speaking of which, this time the literary will be so exquisite, it definitely depends on the financial resources and manpower of the Ling family. Others don’t know that this is the power of the Cheng Mansion, but Cheng Yuqin knew that Cheng Jia was here and brought it. Four cases and a room with a collection of books, and none of the others, it is really a breeze.

Thinking of my father’s sigh, I’m afraid the relationship between the eldest brother and the master Ling’s family is really not simple. She knows best about what the eldest brother is. Since Cheng Jia has said that she is going to marry her, she will not just be an outside room with love affairs as her father thought. It is to be a concubine in the future. Cheng Yuqin sighed inwardly, his father is also very old, how can Zhengshitang and Emperor Xiwen look down on her as a powerless woman, and they can't forget that the wife of her first-class state official was sealed by them.

"They started fighting poems!" The girls' exclamation came from outside. The second lady of the Fan family also walked into the room and looked at Cheng Yuqin timidly. Cheng Yuqin smiled and stood up and said: "Let's go and take a look. "

The wine glass is made of the fine mutton white jade. It is placed on the green lotus leaf and gently moved down the water. The beauty Qianqianyu, who has a green dress, beats the snare drum in her hands. As soon as the drum stops, the wine glass stops in front of whomever she wants to chant. Make a poem as a fu before drinking.

There are already many people sitting on the edge of Qingxi, sitting on the ground according to the people they are familiar with. In the sound of coaxing laughter, many people have already made poetry, triggering waves of cheers and laughter.

Fu Xiyan and a few friends hid behind the flowers and watched. They saw that Cheng Jia’s literary works were brilliant, and all the poems they made were exquisite. With a wine glass and wide sleeves, they were even more unparalleled, even the opposite Wang Xuanzhi. After going on, apart from bursts of pink bubbles popping up in my heart, I was even more unwilling.

"If Mr. Cheng knows the literary talent of sister Xiyan, he will definitely admire you too." Miss Wen Jia said with a smile covering her mouth.

This is actually a bit of meaning. No matter how good Fu Xiyan’s literary style is, it is nothing more than the sadness of boudoir women. Cheng Jia only reads his poems and essays to know how broad-minded his heart is and how he cares about these women. Stuff?

Fu Xiyan didn't hear it, but was aroused by ambition. Yeah, he definitely didn't know my talent. If he had seen me, he would definitely admire me.

As soon as this thought came out, it thrived like weeds and finally spread into a piece in her heart, making her heart itch so much that she just wanted to jump out and ran to Cheng Jia to chant the most proud poem. Fortunately, she still has some sense. , Holding onto the palm of his hand to endure it.

"Isn't the post we received this time the post of the Wenhui? Why don't we see that there is a fight for us?" Miss Wu Jia whispered. That’s why they came to participate in this nondescript literary meeting so happily, not to show their faces in front of these Bianjing’s best talents, but the male guests are so lively now, the female guests have nothing at all. Related activities, just can see the style of the male guest.

When Miss Wu Jia said this, all the young ladies responded, and there was a lot of discussion. Some of the courageous went to the elders to ask about the situation. This question came to Wang Huilan.

Wang Huilan was eager to let herself come forward. Hearing the complaints of the ladies, she immediately called the girl next to her to find the steward. The maid looked around, and finally came in with Bai Wei and a lady in charge of Fanfu.

Wang Huilan saw the two of them, and before the two of them bowed, she smashed the tea bowl in her hand and said angrily: "What do you do? Wenhui Wenhui, what do you need to prepare?"

Bai Wei and Mrs. Guan Shi knelt on the ground, and kowtow first. Mrs. Guan gave Bai Wei a glance. She didn't know anything about the literary society. Didn't she just receive female relatives? Didn’t they make a mistake about receiving the female family members?

Bai Wei lowered her head and replied softly: "The servant maid doesn't know what the madam said to prepare? The servant maid just obeyed the orders of Cheng and Wangzi to take care of the good ladies and ladies."

"It's so smart, you dare to talk back to me, palm your mouth." Wang Huilan leaned back and said coldly.

A maid next to her immediately pulled Bai Wei up and raised her hand and pumped. After a few slaps, Bai Wei's white and tender face became red and swollen.

Bai Wei gritted her teeth and didn't make a sound. When the maid finished the fight, she knelt down again and said, "Madam, please discuss with Master Cheng. Only the servants will know what to do."

With a snap, Wang Huilan smashed the tea bowl he was holding on Bai Wei’s forehead, and said, “Don’t think I don’t know who your master is. A slave dare to be so rampant. Believe it or not, I’m killing you now. Your lowly master dare not say a word!"

"Oh, what are you doing?" With a hearty voice, Mrs. Gao walked in, saw the scene in the room, and smiled at Wang Huilan: "Second prince and concubine, what are you doing?"

"Teach these unruly servants." Wang Huilan paused, lowered his eyes, and said.

"Are these servants in the Second Prince's Mansion?" Madam Gao smiled, covering her mouth.

Wang Huilan paused and looked up at Mrs. Gao who was smiling politely. Naturally, this was not her servant. In other people's homes, the servants of other people's homes are not disciplined through the master's house. This kind of thing...

"Forget it, don't worry about it today," Wang Huilan stood up and smiled at the ladies in the room with their heads down: "Since they are not prepared, let's go outside and have a look below. Sit, let those talented people see if our boudoir girls have the talents that are not inferior to them."