Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The newlyweds dressed in bright red came out, and the sky was filled with fireworks and noise outside.

This time, Yan San stopped glaring and held Ling Qingyu's hand tightly. No matter who came to toast, he drank two glasses in a row. People who wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to get him drunk all came over. Yan San came. I didn’t refuse, I just didn’t let Ling Qingyu drink it.

Third Master, are you still a human? someone shouted. After drinking so much, why did Yan San's eyes get brighter and brighter?

You little bastard, you've underestimated the Third Master. Come on, Third Master, I'll give you a toast!

Watching Yan San leaving water marks one step at a time, Yan Qi said to the boy next to him: Watch it carefully. A groom must learn this kind of technique.

No one answered. Yan Qi turned around and saw that Ying Jiu was looking at the two people with envy, and muttered: That's right, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to be the groom.

The drum beat became more intense, and Sum sang the blessing song at the wedding banquet in his hometown again.

Even though Yan San's internal strength was astonishing, he couldn't withstand thousands of people taking turns to fight like this, and he was finally overcome by Ling Qingyu.

Who dares to disturb my wedding night! Be careful, I will deduct his salary! Ling Qingyu hugged Yan San's waist and laughed.

Everyone laughed, and seeing Yan San's blushing face and smiling tenderly once was enough for a lifetime.

After putting Yan San down on the bed, everyone in the room retreated and closed the door.

It was still noisy outside, and huge fireworks exploded into the sky from time to time, adding fireworks to the starry sky.

The room became quiet, with only the faint sound of the red candle exploding.

Ling Qingyu took a handkerchief, dipped it in cold water, put it on Yan San's forehead, then helped him up and said, Yan San, come here, drink some hangover soup.

Taking a few sips from Ling Qingyu's hand, Yan San's throat felt itchy and he held it in again. He took the spittoon placed aside and vomited.

Ling Qingyu touched his back and said heartbrokenly: There are so many of them, but you are the only one who is honest and should be like normal.

Yan San took her hand, rinsed his mouth with the sobering soup, turned over and lay on the bed, held her hand, and said: Today, even if I am drunk to death, I will not refuse. Those blessings, today How could he refuse? He wished he could say as much as possible.

Ling Qingyu helped him take off his coat and loosened the collar to make him more comfortable.

Yan San's eyes kept moving along with her movements. There was a layer of mist in those eyes, and there was no trace of the coldness in the eyes. The skin was red due to the moisture of the alcohol, as if it had a layer of water, which made her feel That body looks more and more attractive.

His eyes seemed to have hooks, and Ling Qingyu couldn't help but smile: You are so drunk today, it's better to go to bed early. We have a long time ahead.

We have a long time to come, Yan San pulled her, bit her lips, and murmured, There must be no shortage of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber.

You're still so energetic. Come on, get up and have a drink. Ling Qingyu patted him.

There was a jade cup on the table. Yan San sat up and picked up the cup seriously, holding one end for himself and Ling Qingyu on the other. They looked at each other and smiled, raised the cup and took a sip. One mouthful.

Putting the cup back, Yan San waved his hand, the red candle was extinguished, the window was closed, and even the door bolt was fastened.

You still don't believe me after I tell you. Even if Yan San is drunk to death, he won't let you have a chance to listen to the corner. Yan Qi smiled at the men who looked annoyed.

But it was worth it to see the third master drunk today.

Let's go, let's keep drinking.

After the people squatting in the corner, climbing on the top of the wall, and hiding behind the flowers were gone, looking at the deserted yard, Yan Qi jumped up to the roof, looked at the bright lights at the bottom of the mountain, and listened to the sound coming from far away. He buried his head between his arms placed on his knees while singing some ethereal songs.

Yan San was drunk for two days. When he appeared again, he had a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes were always looking around with coldness. When he looked at Ling Qingyu, he It was replaced by a strong tenderness and affection that cannot be removed.

He has never expressed his feelings so clearly, but no one dares to tease him like this. It is natural for him to be drunk when he gets married. If he teases the third master at any other time, it is because he is impatient. .

Three days later, after Ling Qingyu finished handling the matter, he announced that he was going on their honeymoon and went to an uninhabited island with Yan San.

There was no one else on the island. Yan San cut down trees and built a small cabin. He also built a stove with stones outside. He made his own barrels and went to the depths of the island to fetch fresh water and fill the barrels. In fresh water, you can go to the trees to pick fruits, go to the island to hunt, and go to the sea to catch fish.

Ling Qingyu just lay on the beach and continued to read her book. From time to time, she would look at Yan San's busy body in shorts with his eyes.

When the obscenity reached a certain level, Yan San would lose what he was doing and caught her in a fight with a monster. After experiencing all the postures in the **** book that Ling Qingyu brought, Ling Qingyu took out the Eighteen Postures of Longyang. .

There is no day or night, there are only two people between heaven and earth.

In such a hurry, when the Fengshen's hull appeared in the outer sea, Ling Qingyu realized that a month had passed.

Back in Lingjia Village, it was another busy few days, distributing shipping cargo and gathering spices from Srivijaya, Chenla and other places.

Ram, you guys go to Dazhou again, change the goods, and then go directly to Zhuluo. Ling Qingyu said.

I want to be with you. Ram hesitated and said.

Well, next year, next year you will run the Zhuluo line for Sanjayi. Ling Qingyu looked at the map and said.

Okay, why next year? Ram asked.

Next year we will go to the Cape of Good Hope and go to Europe. Ling Qingyu pointed to the location on the map.

Going to the ocean? Everyone in the room became excited and asked.

That's not the place we've been to, and the knights there are not vegetarians. We'll go there after loading our cannons on the ship. Ling Qingyu said with a smile.

Then it's agreed, count me in!

I!

I!

Okay, okay, let's form a fleet to defeat the BOSS. Ling Qingyu calmed the excited people and said, Is there anything you don't understand?

there is none left.

Okay, then I wish everyone a full cup this time! Ling Qingyu said.

yes!

In mid-February, the fully loaded fleets set off separately.

Have you thought about it? How many tributes will you bring back? Ling Qingyu asked the two frowning angels again.

Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi folded their arms and looked at the goods list. Cheng Jia asked: Is Dazhou's incense still in demand now?

It shouldn't be possible, right? I asked Ram to bring another batch for dumping this time. Ling Qingyu smiled harmlessly.

Then bring something high-end. The quantity doesn't need to be so large, just medium. Cheng Jiadao.

Then it's settled, we'll set off in five days. If there's anywhere else you want to go, and the beauties you want to hook up with, do it as soon as possible! After collecting the goods, Ling Qingyu left.

When the Fengshen returned to Quanzhou, it was the perfect month of March in Yangchun.

Fan Ye heard that Cheng Jia and Wang Xuanzhi were back. He didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he rode over from Fuzhou.

If the spice doesn't come, it won't come at all. Once it does, the merchants will come in a big way. They came twice in a few months. As a result, the price of incense plummeted. Then, the messenger who had not heard from him for a long time actually came. Also back.

Seeing hundreds of people go out and less than 20 people coming back, Fan Ye felt his eyes sore and choked up while holding Cheng Jia's hand.

Don't be sad. You should be happy that Xuanzhi and I can come back. Cheng Jia patted his hand and said.

I'm just happy. I thought you two were in trouble too. Your father has already fallen ill in bed. Fan Ye wiped away his tears and said: This time the Xie family acted so boldly, they must petition the imperial court for severe punishment. .”

Hearing that his father was ill, Cheng Jia became a little anxious and said: Of course we have to do these things, but we still have to rush back to Bianjing as soon as possible to repeat the order. The tributes brought back this time will trouble Brother Fan.

After being able to escape death and receive credentials and tributes, Fan Ye sighed: He is indeed the Bianjing Master.

We were able to escape the disaster this time, thanks to the Ling family. Wang Xuanzhi said from the side.

Really? Let me just say, fortunately you are following the Ling family's boat. Fan Ye said.

The Ling family also suffered serious casualties this time. Please take care of Brother Fan. Cheng Jia bowed his hands and saluted.

That's natural. I have always respected Master Ling. Fan Ye said seriously.

After seeing off the delegation, Ling Qingyu went back to the small courtyard where he hadn't been for many years and met up with Ding Butong.

This time the price of spices is said to have plummeted, but in fact it is just back to the original level. We have many types, many of which are medicines and seasonings. The usage of these low-end spices in Dazhou has been increasing. On the contrary, the ones that sell better are easier to sell, and the price has not been affected much, so this time, we kept a small portion of the goods from Ram and sold them through Zheng Xi. Ding Budong said.

Ling Qingyu nodded, Zheng Xi and Cai Jingfang have now changed their approach. Instead of opening big shops in big cities, they have turned to terminal retail. There are many small shops scattered under the villages and towns, specializing in doing business with people in the village. You can get a bucket of rice. A piece of cloth was exchanged for the items he needed, and the large amounts of seasonings and medicinal spices were quietly dispersed.

We have recently purchased some new tea trees here on Fujian Road, but they haven't been registered yet. Do you think they are in charge? Ding Budong asked.

Yan Qi, please send a letter to Cheng Jia for me to see if he has left. If he has not left, please help me with his name. Ling Qingyu handed the deed to Yan Qi and said.

Yes. Yan Qi took the deed and turned around.

I haven't congratulated the head yet, Ding Budong looked up at Yan San standing behind her and said with a smile, Congratulations to the third master as well.

Thank you, thank you. Ling Qingyu suddenly smiled and said, I want him to toast you tonight. Ding Butong is an old man left behind by his father, and he can also be considered an uncle.

Haha, if your parents know that you are getting married, I don't know how happy they will be. Ding Budong stroked his beard and smiled. I had always been worried that Ling Qingyu had not made any news even at such an old age, but now it is finally better and he can explain to Brother Lin.

We will go to Wuyi Mountain with Shi Fang in a few days. Ling Qingyu smiled and returned to business, saying: Let Ding Dong send those gold and silver to Hangzhou, and other goods that are going there can also be shipped together. .”

Ding Budong nodded. Although he had some doubts about why he went to Wuyi Mountain, he didn't ask after all.