Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

"Too tired! Today I'm talking about who's young man is good, whose little lady is good, it's my ass!" Ling Qingyu was complaining to Yan Qi in an annoyed way, seeing Yan Qi's eyes curled up with a smile. Fall, then turned back.

Cheng Jia put the manuscript on the book case and said, "Come and see."

Ling Qingyu's eyes lit up suddenly, jumped off the bed, picked up the stack of manuscripts, and looked at it. She also looked at Cheng Jia's national policy intermittently. When no one was to disturb her, she usually handled her affairs. Cheng Jia wrote the national policy on the sidelines, but he hadn't read it completely and uniformly. Although it was only intermittently and Cheng Jia kept revising it, from what he saw, Ling Qingyu knew what a great political and economic program.

She came from modern times, and even in modern times, she is nothing more than a businessman. The political system she knows is the tip of the iceberg. What's more, the political and economic system in this ancient farming society. She has a thousand years of advanced concepts and concepts. Vision, but it does not mean that her things can be applied to the present, and Cheng Jia’s whole set of national policies is a gradual and gradual reform completely on the existing basis, which has taken care of the retention of the existing system and the people. The degree of acceptance, and the reform and changes have been made to the maximum. After the ****, it is the time when everything is restarted. The resistance of the family can be reduced to a minimum. The implementation of this plan can cost the least social unrest in decades. Later, let this continent enter a new economic model.

"Cheng Jia! You are a genius!" Ling Qingyu couldn't help sighing after hurriedly flipping through a few places that he was interested in and didn't think through.

Cheng Jia stood behind her, looking at her while flipping and marveling, occasionally contemplating and occasionally puzzled and then thinking, stroking the long hair on the back of her head in his hand, and his heart slowly emerged.

But I have to do it no matter what.

"This is all my hard work, you should keep it safe." Cheng Jia's voice was low and gentle, but it surprised Ling Qingyu and said, "Why am I keeping it?"

"I wrote it to you, naturally you will keep it. If one is missing, I will ask you to settle the account." Cheng Jia's eyebrows curled up, smiling like a fox.

"Ah! Thirteen!" Ling Qingyu called out the probe, and when Ying Thirteen came in, he pushed the stack of paper and said, "Go and transcribe a copy. Don't lose it!"

Ying Thirteen looked at the high stack of manuscripts, turned around silently, then grabbed the book case that was about to stray and dragged it directly into the study.

Looking at the book case, Ling Qingyu laughed unhappily, but when he turned around, he saw Cheng Jiazheng covering his mouth and coughing softly, and said, "Since I have finished writing, I will have a rest for a few days. The medicinal recipe left by Alan, I have already Ask the kitchen to cook every day. I will stare at you every day for these few days."

Cheng Jia smiled lightly, said hello, and then said again: "The valuables at home are starting to be sent away. Can you pack the calligraphy and paintings I gave you?"

"Yeah." Ling Qingyu nodded. She didn’t bring too many things to Bianjing, but over the course of a year, she still accumulated a lot of things here. When Han Mo delivered the goods to the north, she already took a number of them, including many calligraphy and paintings by Cheng Jia Wang Xuanzhi. Only now another batch has been accumulated.

****Bright and full of flowers.

In mid-May, Dingguo’s wife Ling Shi was in poor health and was preparing to live in Zhuangzi outside, but was euphemistically persuaded to return at the city gate.

In the same period, great changes took place in Dangxiang Xingzhou. Empress Dowager Liang imprisoned the young emperor, killed Minister Zhang Ligong and cleaned up the iron harrier. Infighting broke out among the various ethnic groups in the Dangxiang and ignited war along the Hexi Corridor.

At the end of May, there was a green lotus leaf on Dinghu in Dingguo Gongfu, and Xiaohe came out with sharp corners.

Cheng Jia hurried to the Guanguanyuan, and when he saw the figure in the water pavilion on the way, he turned directly into the water pavilion and said, "Qingyu, pack things up, get ready to go."

Ling Qingyu was playing with a freshly picked tender lotus in his hand. He raised his head and asked, "What happened?"

"The emperor summoned my father the other day to prepare the Zen throne for the fourth prince." Cheng Jia took a deep breath, sat next to her, took a sip from the tea bowl on the table, and said, "Although the two of them are only discussing secretly, there is nothing in the world. The impervious wall, the eldest prince and the second princes will not let this happen.” Only the standing prince still has room for maneuver, but if the prince stands directly, that means the overall situation has been determined. When he died, he simply made this idea, gave up the throne, and played with those prostitutes every day.

"Master!" With a soft call, Ye Po hurried in. He came in with a waist card and a letter in his hand. Seeing Ling Qingyu nodded, he placed the letter and waist card on the table.

Looking at the waist card engraved with the word wind, Ling Qingyu picked up the letter and opened it. There was only one word in the letter and left.

"Yan Qi, Han Xian's people are almost gone, right?" Ling Qingyu asked, putting down his waist card.

"Well, Bai Wei and the four maids can take the boat back to Hangzhou today, and the guards in the house will leave in batches." Yan Qi read the letter and said.

"Well, the mask left by Alan is easy to use this time, Cheng Jia, you use the excuse of going out to play, let's meet in Zhuangzi in the suburbs of Beijing."

"Don't wait for me," Cheng Jia smiled when Ling Qingyu turned his head in amazement: "I can't go, the father is still there, how can my son go alone?"

"But, didn't you say that you and your father are two different paths?" Ling Qingyu widened his eyes and said with surprise.

"It's two roads, but it's not always good to leave at this time. Don't worry, I will go to Heishuiguan to find you after I handle the family's affairs." Cheng Jia calmly patted her hand and laughed. Fan Yu took the post of Zhizhou in Taiyuan and took Cheng Yuqin to take office. The family's younger brother and his father had also sent someone to his hometown to find a great scholar to educate himself. As long as she was safe, he would have nothing to worry about.

So happy this month is enough.

He glanced suspiciously at Cheng Jia. Seeing that his expression was genuinely sincere, Ling Qingyu did not say more, not more embarrassing than her identity. Cheng Jia's identity is indeed better. Cheng Xiang is now cunning and cunning, supporting the Four Princes. It's all Qingliu's other people who are in their early days, and even if the second prince is upset, he will not immediately act on him.

Thinking about this, Ling Qingyu turned his head and said: "Yan Qi, send Bai Wei and the others away immediately, let's leave the city in the evening."

"Okay." Yan Qi answered and got up and took Ying Jiu Ye Po to go out. Although the preparations were made long ago, there are still many orders that should be given.

When the water pavilion was empty, Cheng Jia took Ling Qingyu into his arms, looked for her lips, and kissed it.

He carried a faint scent of scholarship, and some of the meat he had finally brought back these days made the chest not panicked, and the kiss, lingering like the elegant and scholarly scent of his body, penetrated into her heart a little bit .

"You take the book case and go with you, then the child will be able to do it in the future," the little kiss shifted the place, while taking off his court clothes, Cheng Jia whispered: "I want someone to find the way first and look at the officials over Luoyang. Can the road have been blocked? If it is blocked, go south immediately and go down from Tangzhou. Bianjing is in chaos, Dong's base camp, Jingxi North Road and Wang's backstage Huainan Road will raise troops, it is more dangerous over there, you have arrived in Guangzhou After that, look at the situation first, don't come out easily, let alone take risks, and wait until the few of them are almost exhausted inside, and then start sending troops under the name of being ordered to the sky and helping the people of the world."

"Cheng Jia?" Ling Qingyu felt uneasy, he was naturally right, but why did he mention it at this time? He lowered his head and pointed at the hand that he began to untie her clothes and said: "What are you doing?"

"Just in case, if I don't have time to meet you, you have to remember."

"No, I mean in broad daylight!"

"I do not mind."

"I mind! Um..."

The night is sinking slightly, and there is a ray of orange-red light on the horizon, which dyes the evening glow as bright as fire.

The painting case quietly walked into the water pavilion, with his hands hanging beside him, Cheng Jia asked, "Is it safe to go out?" Then he replied, "Yes, the master pretends to be a ruthless lady, and the seventh master pretends to be a disfigured *** *, and the accompanying group of twenty people, all have safely left the city."

Cheng Jia nodded, caressed his hand on the bitten place on his lips, looked at the fading light from the horizon, and sighed in his heart. Did it finally begin?

"Drawing case, are you ready for the piano case and chess case?"

"Yes, it's all ready."

"it is good."

The farm that Han Xian bought is more than 30 miles outside the southwestern suburbs of Bianjing. The hills are undulating, the forest is deep and the trees are dense, and the villa is far away from the official road. The location is very secluded. The mountain streams and fields are all in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

There are eight hundred guards in the mansion. Twenty guards who have already arranged marriages with those maids escorted Bai Wei and the others to Hangzhou. The rest will be divided into several batches. Ling Qingyu waited at the villa for a day before Wang Zuo took one. More than a hundred people arrived, and after Yan Qi and others who were exploring the way in front also came back, Fang took a canopy carriage and prepared to cross the Yellow River and head north.

The Qingpeng trolley was just a horse drawn, dangling along the official road. Part of Wang Zuo's guards had already headed for the ferry, and some of them pretending to be farmers were walking leisurely on the official road.

Near dusk, the farmers who came back from the city of Bianjing were walking in twos and threes on the official road, whispering to the latest news that they had just heard.

Hearing Cheng Jia’s name out loud several times among the peasants, Ling Qingyu’s anxiety came out again, knocking on the wall of the carriage, stopping the carriage, and then looking out from the carriage and asked: "This uncle , You just said that Master Cheng Jia is the son of Cheng Jia who is the number one talent in Bianjing?"

The farmer said that he was very happy, he heard people ask, and said without turning his head: "It's not the son of Cheng Jia, let alone the first literary talent, just this courage! The scholar said, Cheng Jia This 10,000-word book written by an adult, let’s not mention the brilliant literary skills, but just what it says in it, it’s really for the country and the people! It’s all for the common people like us, you see, I even brought it here. I'm back with a copy, and I'm going to show it to my son."

"Uncle Zhong, you don't know how to read, what use is it?"

"I don't know Chinese characters, but my son knows it. He entered the Ling's Academy and knew a lot."

"Uncle, can you show me that article?" The gentle female voice rang out again. The farmer turned his head and saw a canopy carriage parked behind. A woman was leaning out of the car with her face on her face. With a dear smile, he didn’t think much about it, he handed over the article he was holding, and said, “Of course it’s okay for a girl to read it. I heard the scholar say that it’s better for more people to read these articles. It is not in vain that Master Cheng Jia gave up this life to speak for our people."

Ling Qingyu hurriedly looked at the article with a glance and ten lines. He froze as soon as he said, looked up at him and asked, "What do you say?"

The farmer sighed and saw that everyone around him came up and said, "Master Cheng Jia read this article directly to the emperor in the morning. At that time, the emperor was furious and sentenced him to the Japanese vegetable market."

Cut in half!

Ling Qingyu's mind was at a loss, and the paper in her hand couldn't be grasped. Yan Qi took the paper from her hand and hurriedly swept it across. She was shocked in her heart. This article made a **** scold of political affairs. Speaking of the decree of the Zhengshitang that harmed the people for the sake of money, then the emperor was mediocre, only knowing to enjoy, regardless of the people’s life or death, the most important thing is to consider the people’s lives, not for the people’s benefit. Only for the benefit of the king, why is it a king? Thousands of characters were sprinkled with eloquence, and the words were sharp, and each sentence pierced the emperor's heart. It would be strange that the emperor did not kill him.

"Yan Qi, let's go back." Ling Qingyu whispered.

Returning the article to the old farmer, Yan Qi said to Ying Jiu who was driving: "Back to the city."

Ying Thirteen got off the horse, took a few steps forward, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to rob prison?"

Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu and nodded, then Ying Thirteen mounted and rode ahead.

Pushing Ling Qingyu back into the car, Yan Qi said to Wang Zuo, who asked, "You stay outside the city and prepare to respond."

Wang Zuo nodded and retreated. Talents like Cheng Jia are no less useful to Ling Qingyu than an army. It is indeed a pity that such a person died like this.

A faint moonlight shone in from the narrow skylight, dazzling the gloomy stone walls, and a small candle burning on the candlestick, shaking the curvaceous halo with the occasional wind.

Standing in the middle of the cell, Cheng Jia looked at the sky outside through the window that day. After this night, tomorrow noon will be the time for execution.

I heard that it hurts and looks very unbearable. Cheng Jia sighed. It seems that Emperor Xiwen is indeed very angry. For two days and one night, whether he is his father or his friends, no one will come, but That’s okay, I’m here and I don’t know what to say.

At this time, she should be close to the patio, right? I wonder if I will be angry when I hear this news? The hand slowly touched the Nuanyu falling on his chest, and Cheng Jia's mouth was filled with a warm smile. The cut was too bloody, it's better not to let her see it.

"Master Cheng, someone came to see you." The hoarse but sharp voice of the jailer made Cheng Jia startled, then turned around and saw that behind the jailer with a ferocious face was a man who was wrapped in a black cloak. , Raised his brows slightly, unexpectedly, someone would come to see him at this time. Is it Mei Donghua or Su Wen?

With a clawing sound, the jailer unlocked the heavy chain at the door of the cell, and then whispered: "Don't waste time."

The man responded. Although it was only a short one, Cheng Jia suddenly stiffened. After the jailer disappeared into the darkness, he grabbed the hand of the man who entered the cell and said angrily: "What are you doing back? ?"

"Then what are you doing?" The voice of the visitor was also very angry, took off his hood, and revealed a face with red eyes and anxious colors.

Do you know how dangerous it is to come back? He swallowed the words of reproach, and Cheng Jia pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly as if using all his strength.

"Why do you do this?" Ling Qingyu's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. They took the masks out, and when they came back, they took some thought to prevent people from recognizing them. Then Yan Qi used all the relationships, and it took her one day and one night to get her into this death cell.

Cheng Jia just hugged the person in her arms tightly, kissed the top of her head softly, speechless.

"Follow me!" Ling Qingyu broke free of his embrace, took his hand, and walked out.

Cheng Jia took her hand and didn't move, glanced at the figure invisible at the turn, and whispered: "No, Qingyu, no!"

"Why not?" Ling Qingyu turned his head, eyes filled with tears, and heartbreaking waves flashed in the dim candlelight.

"Qingyu, you know, do you really want to risk the lives of all of them, including your own?" Cheng Jia smiled lightly, the moonlight illuminated by the skylight was hitting his eyebrows, making that smile As if melted in the light, Ling Qingyu's heart ached violently.

"What's more, tomorrow's things are what I want. If you leave at this time, wouldn't it be a waste of all your previous efforts?" Holding her hand tightly, Cheng Jia embraced her in his arms again, his gentle voice said slowly: " Qingyu, you once said that this world can only be rebuilt if it is broken first, but if you break it first, it lacks justice. I would like to accomplish your righteousness with my death. If I die, the students in Qingliu will have real people Talented people will inevitably awaken so that they can be used by you in the future, so that you can get things right in the future."

"Qingyu, the road you chose is extremely difficult. I can't help you with anything else. I wish to be your first stepping stone. Your new world begins with the blood shed by Jia Suo." Cheng Jia smiled slightly with teardrops as big as beans.

"Cheng Jia, I would rather not have that new world. I don't want you to do it. I don't want you to die!" Ling Qingyu whispered, grasping the clothes on his chest, and said: "Why do you have to bleed to wake up? They? Why do you have to die?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Cheng Jia said with a soft smile with a finger at his mouth: "Qingyu, don't deny yourself. You are willing to fight for the lives of you and everyone around you, and you also want to change this day. Since you have made up your mind, you can’t stand back."

"Qingyu, let Jiaqiuren be benevolent." Cheng Jia sighed as he lowered his head and kissed the trembling lips.