Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

You, you, you! Ling Qingyu pointed at him and was speechless.

Don't worry, boss, I didn't hear much. Ling Yunfei said with a smile. He came over to take a look when he heard Ling Qingyu's cough, but he happened to hear the next two sentences.

Qing Yu? Yang Zhao called from the other side, lowering his head.

How far are we from Dai County? Ling Qingyu asked.

Come on, there's still one day to go, Yang Zhao said.

Master Ling, how about we sit down and talk about this matter when the time comes? Ling Qingyu said to Ling Yunfei.

Of course it's good. Ling Yunfei smiled and moved away.

One more thing. The steward who went to Guizhou reported that the access road to Jiaozhi has been opened. According to what you said, it has been connected with the gold mine there, and construction has begun in Xunzhou, Xiangzhou and other places. The sugar mill, our stores and retail lines have begun to be laid there, and the goods can be sent directly from Hangzhou to Hepu by sea. Then the sugar can be transported back from there, Han Ye continued.

Okay, I'd better change a car. If I keep listening, I will be disappointed in life. Alan got off the bed and sighed.

What are you running around for? It's true. Ling Qingyu grabbed her and said, What's there to envy? As you said, no matter how rich I am, it doesn't matter. The government can take her away if they want, and the demon sect wants to kidnap her. Just kidnap.”

Alan looked back at her for a while, nodded and said, Yes, your life is indeed tragic enough, well, I'm balanced.

Ling Qingyu looked at her dumbly for a long time, and then said: The king of heaven overshadows the tiger of earth.

Alan rolled his eyes at her, and then said, I'd better go out and get some air. He opened the car door and asked Ying Jiu to stop the car, then jumped out and ran to the carriage in front.

Over in Yuezhou, we bought some tea mountains and some fields in Junshan. It's just that the floods washed away Yuezhou badly last year. It has just recovered some of its strength this year. If we want to produce, it will take some time. See. After Alan left, Han Zong said.

Can I buy the water in Dongting Lake? Ling Qingyu asked.

Han Zong frowned and said, It's best not to do it now. I heard that many refugees over there have entered the lake and gathered in the lake to form bandits.

Did it start so soon? Ling Qingyu whispered to himself.

What? Han Zong asked without hearing clearly.

It's okay. In which places are there still refugees causing trouble? Ling Qingyu raised his head and asked.

It turns out that the riots in Jiangzhou were so fierce that even the government sent troops there. Later I heard that someone took money to calm both sides down. There were some in other places, but they have all calmed down, Han Ye said.

How did you calm down? Did you buy it all with money? Ling Qingyu asked.

Han Ye shook his head and lowered his voice: I heard that many people were killed, and they were all local officers and soldiers dispatched.

Officers and soldiers? Are there many local officers and soldiers? How is Zhou's army arranged? Ling Qingyu couldn't help but wonder.

Of course there are more. The Zhao Jiajun, the Yang Jiajun and the Sun Jiajun are all border troops, specifically fighting against the Liao Kingdom's party. However, the three of them combined are not as large as the Forbidden Army near Bianjing. The Forbidden Army has deployed heavy troops in Bianjing and Luoyang, but they They belong to different jurisdictions, and the relationship is very messy. Each state also has its own army, which is under the command of the local commander. The number of these armies would be very large if they were gathered together. It is very simple to suppress the refugees. Han Zong said. .

Can the imperial court support such a huge army? Ling Qingyu said coldly. I know that Yang Zhao's army was deprived of pay and armaments, and it turned out that he had raised so many useless soldiers.

I'm afraid most of the tax revenue of the Great Zhou Dynasty was spent on raising soldiers. Han Xuan sighed.

Have you cleared the Sichuan Gorge Road? Ling Qingyu asked.

Well, it works out. Now we can directly transport tea silk from Sichuan and Sichuan to Shaanxi, and the salt from Dangxiang and Yanzhou can also be transported directly. Han Ye said with a smile. Meng Su has now expanded his number to 20,000 people, and the additional people are all local fierce and fighting people. Now their caravans pass through Shaanxi Road and Sichuan-Shu Road and no one dares to stop them. Of course, he also follows behind to take care of local officials. The place is far away from Bianjing, and the local petty officials have got through, and Bianjing can't even touch the wind.

If we count profits, how much have we earned in a year so far? Ling Qingyu asked, leaning on the cushions.

Is it considered a spice? Han Zong asked with a smile.

The spices were all exchanged for real money and goods and were taken back by Ram. Ling Qingyu shook his head and said, You don't need to count the spices.

Han Ye raised his hand and said, The net profit is six million taels, excluding all expenses and dividends. However, I have recently purchased more properties and spent some money.

Although it is not as good as the profits from overseas, this profit is already considerable in Dazhou, not to mention that it is still suppressed and the Yinlou spice shop is fully compressed. This shows that the business structure of the Ling family has begun to change. In the past, it relied on Yinlou spices are now in full development. Not only the proceeds from silk tea and the market trade, but also daily necessities such as restaurants, drugstores, ready-made clothing shops, needlework, etc. have penetrated into it.

Master, is it time to reopen our spice shop and silver shop? There are also restaurants. The restaurant business in Hangzhou and Huai'an and other places is very good now. Can you consider opening more branches? Han Ye asked.

Yes, you don't have to use a name to collect information through these stores, whether it's from officials or the court, or from the Jianghu. Ling Qingyu thought for a while, and then said: I'll tell Azhao, There is a department that specializes in analyzing information, let’s see if they can help set it up.”

General Yang is already doing this. Boss, your wedding with General Yang won't be cancelled, right? Han Ye looked at her worriedly and asked.

Ling Qingyu was stunned and asked: Why do you say this?

Han Zong shook his head and said with a smile: It's okay. It's okay if it doesn't happen.

Han Xie, I have lost Yan San, and I can no longer let Yang Zhao down. Ling Qingyu said with a sigh.

There are too many people you can no longer bear. Han Shu kindly decided not to hit her anymore and changed the subject: Haha, Cai Jingfang and Zheng Xi are both on the way. Everyone is going to make a fuss in your bridal chamber. If nothing happens, Damn it, that’s so disappointing.”

Ling Qingyu pointed to his legs and said: As pitiful as I am now, how can you be so cruel as to make trouble?

Haha, you don't have to worry about this. General Yang must be mentally prepared. Han Xie said with a smile.

Ling Qingyu was dumbfounded, and the night in Lingjia Village reappeared in his mind. Yan San served thousands of people a toast, and finally fell drunk in his arms. That day seemed like yesterday.

Seeing the red circles under her eyes, Han Zong cursed himself secretly and said hurriedly: You should rest for a while. It's not too late to think about those things when you feel better.

Han Zong left the carriage as if he was running away, and the carriage suddenly became quiet.

Ling Qingyu unconsciously looked at the soft couch opposite the bed. Normally, when there was no one in the carriage, Yan San would sit over there, either making tea or helping her with bone loosening and massage. But now It was empty there, nothing.

There was a loud bang on the door, and Ling Qingyu woke up from his daze. He looked up and saw that Yang Zhao had entered the carriage. He closed the door and took off his helmet and put it aside.

In the past few days, Yang Zhao had hardly been in this car, and had only asked Alan to accompany her. But Ling Qingyu knew that during the day, he was riding a horse to protect the carriage, and at night, he slept leaning on the outside of the carriage, even though he was separated by The car wall has never left.

Yang Zhao took off his gauntlet and sat on the edge of the bed, put his hand on her forehead, and asked, What happened just now?

Nothing, I was amused by Alan's joke. Ling Qingyu took his hand and took it off, saying: Zhao, I have something to tell you.

Um?

Alan showed it to me and said that my constitution is too cold. I'm afraid I will never have children. Ling Qingyu lowered his eyes and said.

Yang Zhao straightened up slightly, took his hand out of Ling Qingyu's hand, and began to disarm.

As soon as he twitched his hand, Ling Qingyu's palm was empty, as if his heart was slightly empty, and he lowered his head and did not look at him.

Yang Zhao put the armor aside, got on the bed, then hugged Ling Qingyu, lifted her chin, and kissed her.

His kiss was fierce and domineering. Between the entanglement of lips and teeth, words escaped from the corners of his mouth intermittently: Whether it's Yan San or no child, Qing Yu, no matter what excuse you use, I will never let you go. I won’t let go either!”

After being stunned for a moment, Ling Qingyu raised his hand and hooked his neck and responded.

After receiving Ling Qingyu's response, Yang Zhao's movements slowed down, and in the end, only tenderness remained, as gentle as water.

Qingyu, all I want is you, just you... Letting go of Ling Qingyu, Yang Zhao said: After so many years, don't you still understand my heart?

Such a big matter, it's important to make it clear. Ling Qingyu blushed slightly and turned around.

If you like children, we will adopt one in the future. If one is not enough, we will adopt a few more. Yang Zhao turned her head and said.

Adopt him, Ling Qingyu shook his head and said, I still don't want it anymore. Treating him wholeheartedly, but being betrayed in the end, this kind of pain is enough once.

That's even better. I don't have to worry about you taking the child more seriously than me. Yang Zhao smiled lightly.

He took off his armor, wearing only white trousers underneath. From the open collar, you could see his delicate collarbones. Although he had been running around for days and didn't even get a good night's sleep, the beard on his face was shaved cleanly. Jing, here in Dazhou, it is popular for men to grow beards when they reach their twenties. Men with beards are called mature men, but Yang Zhao would shave his face cleanly before seeing her every time.

Zhao! Ling Qingyu moved a little further, put her arms around his neck and hugged him, resting her face on his shoulder and said, Although I feel sorry for you two, I love Yan San and I love Zhao too. I really love him. Love very much...

I know. Yang Zhao hugged her waist tightly and whispered. When it comes to saying I'm sorry, I should actually say it to myself. If I hadn't let go and couldn't bear to let go, she would have left with Yan San long ago and wandered around in the open sky. But Yan San, I won't say I'm sorry, even in the end Even if I go to hell, I will never let go.

Summer had already entered, and her clothes were thin. She felt the man's breath in her ears becoming a little rough. Ling Qingyu raised her head and saw that Yang Zhao's face was already blushing and a trace of pain. She felt a move in her heart and untied his waist. First.

Looking at the chastity belt that had changed color and looked like it had never been loosened, and the poor little brother who got aroused and was strangled back, Ling Qingyu reached for the key around his neck.

Not now, Yang Zhao held her hand and gasped, I can't help it.

Whenever you are willing, Yang Zhao buckled the waist armor and whispered, Untie it for me.

Just as Ling Qingyu was about to speak, he heard the sound of huge horse hooves coming from outside, as if a herd of horses were galloping towards him.