Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Han Ye left first and went to Shaanxi Road to arrange land reclamation matters there. There was free labor here, so the hired people could go to Shaanxi Road first.

Ling Qingyu originally wanted to follow him to have a look, but was put off by Yang Zhao's sad eyes. He could only send Han Xing away with a small handkerchief and the seed convoy.

The courtyard was heavily guarded. Not only were there heavily armed guards at the door, but there were also people guarding the roof. Those who wanted to pry into General Yang's secrets were either beaten to death or were unable to even touch the door.

But Ling Qingyu couldn't go out and could only sit in the room and lament.

When Yang Zhaowan arrived, what he saw was Ling Qingyu sitting by the window with a wandering and sad face. He paused outside the door, hung his helmet on the shelf, took off his gloves, walked behind her, and rubbed He rubbed her head and said, Let's go to the mountains tomorrow.

Ling Qingyu's eyes lit up, then dimmed again, and said: Forget it, I'll see if I can start cultivating seedlings tomorrow.

I have told the old farmers in the army about the method you mentioned, and they will start doing it. How about we go to the mountains to play instead of going to the fields tomorrow? Yang Zhao squatted down and said.

Yeah. Ling Qingyu nodded, brushed his cheek with his hand, and asked, So much dust?

Spring is about to begin. I'm afraid there's something strange going on over there in the Liao people. Yang Zhao didn't want to tell her this at first, but she wasn't the kind of person who could hide things. It would have been better to tell her earlier.

Are we going to fight again? Ling Qingyu frowned and said.

It's hard to say, but you have to take precautions. I will be a little busy in the past few days. Taking her hand, Yang Zhao said: Qingyu, if there is a war, you leave first.

Seeing Ling Qingyu staring at him, Yang Zhao smiled and said: I can't feel at ease with you here. Don't worry, their main force is being restrained by General Zhao. I also have a hundred thousand troops here now, and they are not so easy to bully.

In this case, I won't leave. Ling Qingyu said. Once you leave, you never know when you will come back.

Qingyu... Yang Zhao sighed, how could he want her to go? She went to sea and couldn't come back for a year. Thinking of last year, there was no news until autumn, so he just thought that something happened to her at sea, during that war. , he charged with the intention of dying.

Come on, change the dressing. Ling Qingyu didn't wait for him to say more, dragged him up, and helped him take off his armor.

Shi Fang's medicine was very effective. Within half a month, the wound was almost peeling off.

Yeah. Ling Qingyu hummed with satisfaction, resisting the urge to help him peel the shell, and put the **** on him.

Qingyu... Yang Zhao held her hand, his voice a little hoarse. Because of his injury, Ling Qingyu didn't let him do strenuous exercise these days. He had meat but couldn't eat it. How depressing it was. Now he finally understood through.

Ling Qingyu was also a little emotional and glanced out the window.

Yan San stood under the tree in the yard. From the window, he could see the man looking out guiltily. He approached the door, closed the door, swept the curtains with the wind of his palm, and then looked at Yan San who was sitting on the roof. Qi made a gesture and flew to the roof of the front yard together. (Students can go here to listen to the story of brothers being in trouble)

As soon as the curtains were closed, Yang Zhao lowered his head and kissed his red lips. Ling Qingyu put her arms around his waist, but did not dare to use force.

Wash it for me. The little brother under him was already excited. He remembered that he had been practicing for a day and was very dirty. Yang Zhao gasped while pressing his vagina.

According to Ling Qingyu's habit, this house has a bathroom next to the bedroom. The wooden bucket in the bathroom has been filled with water, and the water temperature is just right.

Yang Zhao was asked to sit on a low stool. His wounds could not be soaked with water, so Ling Qingyu took a towel dipped in water and helped him wipe it little by little.

As they rubbed each other, they both remembered that time in the hot spring under the stars.

Ling Qingyu lowered her head to kiss his lips, just touching them lightly, and then moved behind his ears and neck. The intensity of the kiss became stronger and stronger, and he began to suck hard. When he bit the already erect nipple, Yang Zhao was already Couldn't help but let out a low ****.

Ling Qingyu stopped, pretending not to see the red color on his face, squatting down and wiping his abdomen. There was a new scar on the flat and hard abdomen. It was not very obvious, but it could also show the danger at that time. , Ling Qingyu unconsciously kissed her, traced the path along the scar, and stretched out her tongue to lick her belly button. Sure enough, she felt the body below tightened. Yang Zhao grabbed her head and whispered. ****come out.

Ling Qingyu sucked and licked hard on the navel. Hearing the breathing from above became heavier and heavier, he let it go again, and then continued to scrub the lower part calmly.

Yang Zhao looked at her helplessly. The little brother below kept greeting her, so she pretended that he couldn't see her. After scrubbing his waist clean, he spread his legs and flicked his finger on the little brother's head. Before he could come out in exclamation, he wrapped the towel around the little brother, rubbed it up and down, loosened and tightened it, and then did the same with the two balls underneath.

Yang Zhao's body was so tense that her lips couldn't help but leak out, but this was just the beginning. After washing there, her fingers seemed to inadvertently slide across his inner thighs, giving him a After a moment of shuddering, he pinched lightly again.

Qingyu... Yang Zhao breathed out softly.

Glancing at Yang Zhao, whose face was already flushed, Ling Qingyu continued to clean his lower body. The legs were full of mud. Ling Qingyu scrubbed them carefully. However, her clothes were already wet and she felt very uncomfortable, so she simply Stand up and take off your clothes one by one.

Thick winter clothes were put on the hangers one by one, and the slender and healthy female body was displayed in front of Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao felt that his throat was dry and there seemed to be a fire inside his body.

After taking off his clothes, Ling Qingyu squatted down again, raised his feet, washed them bit by bit with water, and then placed them between his breasts to wash his calves. After washing his calves, his lips were on the thick A kiss is placed on the sole of the foot.

Qingyu... Yang Zhao unconsciously called out, his voice hoarse and trembling. The little brother's veins were already popping out, and his face was all flushed.

Ling Qingyu put his index finger to his mouth and shook his head gently. Yang Zhao closed his eyes and held back the **** that was about to burst out.

After washing his legs, Ling Qingyu asked him to stand up, put his hands on the wall, and raised his strong buttocks. Lingyu poured water on the upper part of his buttocks and watched the water flow along the ditch. The seam flowed down, and then he stretched his hand along the groove to clean it.

When his fingers reached the anus, Yang Zhao's body couldn't help but tremble anymore.

Qingyu...Qingyu... A low ****, a pleading tone.

Ling Qingyu hugged him from behind, her plump breasts pressed against his back, moved his head and kissed him deeply, then inserted his index finger from the anus, found the position of the prostate, and twitched slowly.

Well... The excited cry was blocked by her lips, and her body was occupied by pleasure. There was nothing else in Yang Zhao's head, only all the feelings given by the person in front of him.

He picked up Ling Qingyu and walked into the house in a few steps. Yang Zhaohe rushed forward. His heart, eyes, mind, and every cell in his body were filled with this person, and there was no room for anyone else, including himself.

Ling Qingyu didn't expect that the teasing reaction this time would be so big. Yang Zhao didn't care about his injuries, begged for sex again and again, had sex again and again, and finally became as weak as fainting.

You will not live if you do your own evil!

Qingyu. Yang Zhao called as he gently combed the hair of the woman in his arms with his fingers.

Huh? Ling Qingyu responded feebly.

Let’s stay at Heishui Pass in July this year. I kept repeating this sentence in my heart, but I still couldn’t say it out. I don’t have enough strength now. If I keep her here, she might be targeted. Last autumn After the war, the emperor transferred 50,000 troops from the northwest and returned them to his account. The emperor's original intention was probably to restrict him, but in the eyes of others, he was an important general who already had an army of 100,000 troops, so Only then did he have the decree to marry Miss Wang. The 50,000-strong army would be under control in one more battle. However, the eager attention from Bianjing was a problem, especially for this person, who would run away as soon as there was any sign of trouble.

Yang Zhao felt a pain in his heart. As soon as General Yang shouted that sentence, he knew that she had already moved to retreat. It was not that she wanted to retreat. She simply wanted to draw a clear line with him. She was such a cruel woman.

Seeing that he called out but there was no sound, Ling Qingyu tried his best to open his eyes. Just in time to see the pain in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to touch his eyes and called out: Zhao?

If he can't marry her, what reason does he have to hinder her happiness?

Seeing that his eye circles were gradually turning red and the corners of his tightly pursed mouth were about to bleed, Ling Qingyu was startled and quickly stood up and hugged him, saying: Zhao? What's wrong, Zhao?

I don't want much, Qing Yu. Just come and see me once a year. Yang Zhao hugged her and buried his head on her shoulder. His voice seemed to come from his chest and whispered: It won't be too much trouble. Once a year is enough. If I die in battle, help me collect my body and give me a place to bury it, then Zhao will be satisfied.

Ling Qingyu was shocked, and then felt a burst of sadness. My Yang Zhao, my brave and invincible general, how could Ling Qingyu let you despise yourself so much?

Zhao, Ling Qingyu sighed softly and said, Qingyu loves you too. He patted his shoulder gently and said, Whenever you are no longer needed to guard the gate, you can come back and we can build one ourselves. Zhuangzi, go fishing every day, read a book, and wander overseas.

Will you wait for me? Yang Zhao raised his head and looked at her with bright eyes and asked.

Seeing his tail wagging back and forth, Ling Qingyu's sadness was blown away again, and he burst out laughing, and then said: Yes, of course I will wait for you. After thinking for a while, he still said : Zhao, Yan San and I...

I know. Yang Zhao interrupted her and saw her eyes widen in surprise. Then he thought about it and guessed that Yan San had not told her about July 14th. He smiled and said, No way. It’s only him, Qingyu, you and me, it can’t be just him.”

This is a bit of a twist, what does it mean? Ling Qingyu couldn't accept it. She had been struggling for so long, how dare she not care at all? Is this Zhou Dynasty so open? The legacy of the Tang Dynasty?

But you can only have me! Ling Qingyu grabbed his shoulder and quickly declared his sovereignty. However, thinking that this was a bit unfair, he discouraged and said: It doesn't matter if you find true love, I don't mind either. What's the matter? ah! This is.

How could anyone else get the best thing ever, how could anyone else give her that unforgettable feeling? However, Yang Zhao raised her head and said: You must mind, and you must say this as well. Do.

Ah? Ling Qingyu looked at him puzzled.

Yang Zhao followed her example and said viciously: If you dare to find anyone else, I will beat your muscles, peel off your skin, drink your blood and eat your flesh!

He was so similar to him that Ling Qingyu smiled and slapped him. She felt wonderfully relaxed and lay down in his arms. She grabbed the little dot and said, Zhao, what do you like about me?

I like them all. Yang Zhao kissed her forehead and followed the outline of her face to find those plump and sexy lips. He didn't know when he fell in love with them, and then slowly increased the lips until they were carved into the bones and blended into the flesh.

Bang bang bang! There was a loud knock on the door, and Yan Qi said from outside: Don't you want to have dinner?