Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Qing Yu... Approaching the bed, Yang Zhao forced himself to smile and said, Are you hungry? I'll get some more food.

Zhao, Ling Qingyu turned around, looked at the red in his eyes, raised his head and kissed him gently, and said, I don't blame you, just give me some time, just give me some time.

Qingyu, I would rather you vent to me, Yang Zhao raised his head slightly and said, I would rather you blame me, scold me, and say why you lost Yan San just because I came back to Dazhou. I would rather you hit me and punish me than...I don't want to be your shackles and burden, the reason for you to endure it alone. If my existence really becomes your shackles, then Zhao would rather disappear now, At least, you can cry loudly, be sad to your heart’s content, and do anything without any scruples.”

Ling Qingyu was stunned and saw Yang Zhao slowly unbuttoning his robe, and said: Qingyu, don't blame yourself anymore, everything is your fault. It's because of Zhao that you can't abandon Dazhou, and because of Zhao, you can't expose you. The relationship with Yan San, because of Zhao, you forced yourself to do things that you didn't want to do. Seeing the tears slowly rolling down from the corners of Ling Qingyu's eyes, Yang Zhao lowered his head and kissed the teardrops, and whispered : So punish Zhao, Zhao is so hateful, we must punish Zhao severely. He held Ling Qingyu's hand, grabbed the little brother under him, and squeezed hard, making his whole body tremble with pain. , but still smiled and said: Vent out all your anger.

The door of the room was closed tightly, and there was a faint sound coming from inside. After listening for a while, Yan Qi waved everyone away, not letting anyone disturb him, and he sat in a corner away from the main room.

The early morning sunlight shone in through the window, casting a little bit of light in the room.

Ling Qingyu raised his head to cover his eyes, then blinked and opened his eyes. Hearing shallow breathing in his ears, he turned his head and saw Yang Zhao's long eyelashes.

Ling Qingyu opened his eyes and looked at the eyes covered by eyelashes for a while, then slowly moved his gaze downwards. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a purple-black mark on his neck. When he looked further, he saw that his arms were twisted. With his back behind his back, the memory of yesterday slowly came to mind. He used his arms to prop up his body. The thin quilt slipped from the two of them, revealing his body. Yang Zhao's hands were still tightly tied behind his back because he had been tied for a long time. There were purple blood stains from the binding, and there were all kinds of marks all over the body.

Ling Qingyu lightly traced the scars with his fingers, remembering how he had irritated himself yesterday and let himself vent his anger like a shrew. Those resentments and complaints that were accumulated deep in his heart that he did not dare to face, those in order to show himself The true thoughts that are suppressed in my heart due to my kindness and compassion are actually my own complaints. Why do I have to make myself so embarrassed for others? Isn’t it good to just be in the extras? Relying on one's own knowledge and Yan San's force, where can't one become a landowner? You already have such a caring lover like Yan San, why do you still have to work so hard to plan these bad things in Dazhou? No complaints? No complaints? How could it not be? It’s just that these little devils were suppressed by him. How hypocritical!

But he knows all these, knows these uncontrollable thoughts in his heart, knows that what he can't pass is actually his own test. If I make up my mind to choose, how can I lose Yan San, so he uses this method to Break everything out.

Her fingers traced the strangulation mark between his neck. When she was stirred up with anger in her heart and shouted It's because of you as he said, when she tightened the belt with all her strength, his eyes turned clear. There was no complaint, just so quietly and without any struggle that she tightened the belt tighter and tighter.

If Zhao disappears to make you happy, then let Zhao disappear...

How could I forget that it was this man's love that gave me the initial affirmation in this world, that heart that had no place to turn to, that lonely heart, that heart that was hurt and abandoned and thus sad and desolate, it was this man who always With a little comfort, you can slowly open your heart and begin to accept the world, and he has never been far away. He has always been here, silently using everything he has to protect himself. Why should I go to such a man? Doubt your love for him.

Now that you have chosen a path, don't regret or hesitate. Now that you love, don't regret or doubt.

Ling Qingyu reached out to untie Yang Zhao's rope. Her arms crossed Yang Zhao's body. Yang Zhao blinked and slowly opened his eyes, looking at Ling Qingyu quietly.

After untying his rope, Ling Qingyu sat up straight, and then saw Yang Zhao's eyes that were like a pool of clear water. There was only one emotion in them. Even a person like Ling Qingyu who never understood other people's eyes couldn't understand it. You can see the deep love, as if there is no self anymore...love.

What should I do with these marks? Ling Qingyu touched his neck and frowned.

There was no struggle and self-loathing in her eyes, but a mischievous smile, clear and moving. Yang Zhao slowly smiled, raised his already stiff hand, touched her cheek, and said: I love you...

Yes, yes, I love you too, but what about this? Ling Qingyu touched the purple-black mark and said. With such a deep mark, if I hadn't woken up at that time, I might have really strangled him to death, right? This is so stupid!

No one dares to say anything, it doesn't matter. Yang Zhao smiled.

Yang Zhao had a slender neck and was not wearing armor. He was just wearing a summer gown. The purple-black mark on his white neck was extremely conspicuous. He carried Ling Qingyu out to eat as if nothing was wrong, and told Li Yanmu of Gaoliu Gucheng. Guiyun, Yin Ting'an and the others stayed behind, arranged precautions, and didn't even look wrong.

Ling Qingyu was not so shameless. When he saw various questions, he glanced over in surprise and shock. He immediately looked at the ants on the ground or the white clouds in the sky, and sighed from time to time that the weather today is good.

Unable to dodge the increasingly hot gazes, Ling Qingyu asked Sum to take out a pen and paper. Well, all the shadows were injured and died. Now Sum took the position of personal attendant without hesitation, and even Yang Zhao and Yan Qi couldn't get in. hand.

Do you see me or not?

I am neither sad nor happy right there

You miss me or you don’t miss me

Love is there and it never comes or goes

do you love me or don't you

Love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing

You follow me or you don’t

My hand is in your hand and I won’t let go

Come into my arms

Or let me live in your heart

Love each other silently, like silently

After finishing writing, Ling Qingyu said to Sum, Come on, Sum, I'll teach you to sing this song.

Alan took the paper and read it out gently, then looked at her with a strange look in his eyes and said, Did you write it?

How could I have such a talent? Is it possible? Ling Qingyu glanced at her sideways and said, It was written by a Tubo master. Looking at the sky, it was over. At this time, Tsangyang Gyatso was not born yet.

I don't think you can write it. Alan lowered his head and read it a few more times, hesitated for a moment, and said, What a poem.

Ling Qingyu sang it to Su Mu first, then listened to Su Mu humming, pointed out the wrong sounds, and then said to Alan: Of course it is a good poem. It has touched many generations.

After Summo sang it several times, he opened his mouth and sang it out.

He was already sixteen years old and had passed the stage of voice change. His voice was clear and had some depth. He sang this song in a twist and turn, and suddenly the whole yard became quiet. Only his melodious voice was singing a cappella, silently loving each other and loving each other. .

Yang Zhao looked at Ling Qingyu who was stunned. A faint smile of joy spread at the corner of his mouth. Although the physical pain was still there and his throat was hoarse and painful, he felt joy and happiness from the bottom of his heart. Yes, do you love or Don't love me, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing, you follow me or not, my hand is in yours, never give up, come to my arms, or let me live in your heart, love each other silently , Silence likes.

You committed a foul! Alan slapped Ling Qingyu on the head, glanced at the expressions of the men in the yard, and said, If you want to teach me, teach me a cheerful one!

Cheerful? Ling Qingyu frowned and said, Let me think about it, I really can't remember all the lyrics that are too complicated. Do you want to sing about Brother Bird in Jiangnan?

Ye Shiyi sat on the roof two yards away, listening carefully to the singing coming from the yard, silently reciting the music score and the words several times in his mind.

Say, Alan asked beside Ling Qingyu, Where did that thing come from?

Ling Qingyu looked at the direction of her little finger, patted his head and said, Ah! I remembered something again. Come on, Sum, give me the paper.

After racking his brains, Ling Qingyu only wrote three songs, and they were all love songs. As soon as she taught Sum to sing, Alan hit her on the head, but when he hit her again, what came out were still love songs.

They were fighting and fussing over each other, and Yang Zhao was talking about things intermittently. Later, they had no choice but to move to a side courtyard to finish explaining the matter.

General, how did you do this? Li Yan couldn't help but ask.

Yang Zhao touched his neck and said seriously: It's just some boudoir fun.

His eyes fell to the ground.

It turns out that the boss is so good!

Meng Su unconsciously touched his neck.

Qing Yu... Approaching the bed, Yang Zhao forced himself to smile and said, Are you hungry? I'll get some more food.

Zhao, Ling Qingyu turned around, looked at the red in his eyes, raised his head and kissed him gently, and said, I don't blame you, just give me some time, just give me some time.

Qingyu, I would rather you vent to me, Yang Zhao raised his head slightly and said, I would rather you blame me, scold me, and say why you lost Yan San just because I came back to Dazhou. I would rather you hit me and punish me than...I don't want to be your shackles and burden, the reason for you to endure it alone. If my existence really becomes your shackles, then Zhao would rather disappear now, At least, you can cry loudly, be sad to your heart’s content, and do anything without any scruples.”

Ling Qingyu was stunned and saw Yang Zhao slowly unbuttoning his robe, and said: Qingyu, don't blame yourself anymore, everything is your fault. It's because of Zhao that you can't abandon Dazhou, and because of Zhao, you can't expose you. The relationship with Yan San, because of Zhao, you forced yourself to do things that you didn't want to do. Seeing the tears slowly rolling down from the corners of Ling Qingyu's eyes, Yang Zhao lowered his head and kissed the teardrops, and whispered : So punish Zhao, Zhao is so hateful, we must punish Zhao severely. He held Ling Qingyu's hand, grabbed the little brother under him, and squeezed hard, making his whole body tremble with pain. , but still smiled and said: Vent out all your anger.

The door of the room was closed tightly, and there was a faint sound coming from inside. After listening for a while, Yan Qi waved everyone away, not letting anyone disturb him, and he sat in a corner away from the main room.

The early morning sunlight shone in through the window, casting a little bit of light in the room.

Ling Qingyu raised his head to cover his eyes, then blinked and opened his eyes. Hearing shallow breathing in his ears, he turned his head and saw Yang Zhao's long eyelashes.

Ling Qingyu opened his eyes and looked at the eyes covered by eyelashes for a while, then slowly moved his gaze downwards. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a purple-black mark on his neck. When he looked further, he saw that his arms were twisted. With his back behind his back, the memory of yesterday slowly came to mind. He used his arms to prop up his body. The thin quilt slipped from the two of them, revealing his body. Yang Zhao's hands were still tightly tied behind his back because he had been tied for a long time. There were purple blood stains from the binding, and there were all kinds of marks all over the body.

Ling Qingyu lightly traced the scars with his fingers, remembering how he had irritated himself yesterday and let himself vent his anger like a shrew. Those resentments and complaints that were accumulated deep in his heart that he did not dare to face, those in order to show himself The true thoughts that are suppressed in my heart due to my kindness and compassion are actually my own complaints. Why do I have to make myself so embarrassed for others? Isn’t it good to just be in the extras? Relying on one's own knowledge and Yan San's force, where can't one become a landowner? You already have such a caring lover like Yan San, why do you still have to work so hard to plan these bad things in Dazhou? No complaints? No complaints? How could it not be? It’s just that these little devils were suppressed by him. How hypocritical!

But he knows all these, knows these uncontrollable thoughts in his heart, knows that what he can't pass is actually his own test. If I make up my mind to choose, how can I lose Yan San, so he uses this method to Break everything out.

Her fingers traced the strangulation mark between his neck. When she was stirred up with anger in her heart and shouted It's because of you as he said, when she tightened the belt with all her strength, his eyes turned clear. There was no complaint, just so quietly and without any struggle that she tightened the belt tighter and tighter.

If Zhao disappears to make you happy, then let Zhao disappear...

How could I forget that it was this man's love that gave me the initial affirmation in this world, that heart that had no place to turn to, that lonely heart, that heart that was hurt and abandoned and thus sad and desolate, it was this man who always With a little comfort, you can slowly open your heart and begin to accept the world, and he has never been far away. He has always been here, silently using everything he has to protect himself. Why should I go to such a man? Doubt your love for him.

Now that you have chosen a path, don't regret or hesitate. Now that you love, don't regret or doubt.

Ling Qingyu reached out to untie Yang Zhao's rope. Her arms crossed Yang Zhao's body. Yang Zhao blinked and slowly opened his eyes, looking at Ling Qingyu quietly.

After untying his rope, Ling Qingyu sat up straight, and then saw Yang Zhao's eyes that were like a pool of clear water. There was only one emotion in them. Even a person like Ling Qingyu who never understood other people's eyes couldn't understand it. You can see the deep love, as if there is no self anymore... love.

What should I do with these marks? Ling Qingyu touched his neck and frowned.

There was no struggle and self-loathing in her eyes, but a mischievous smile, clear and moving. Yang Zhao slowly smiled, raised his already stiff hand, touched her cheek, and said: I love you...

Yes, yes, I love you too, but what about this? Ling Qingyu touched the purple-black mark and said. With such a deep mark, if I hadn't woken up at that time, I might have really strangled him to death, right? This is so stupid!

No one dares to say anything, it doesn't matter. Yang Zhao smiled.

Yang Zhao had a slender neck and was not wearing armor. He was just wearing a summer gown. The purple-black mark on his white neck was extremely conspicuous. He carried Ling Qingyu out to eat as if nothing was wrong, and told Li Yanmu of Gaoliu Gucheng. Guiyun, Yin Ting'an and the others stayed behind, arranged precautions, and didn't even look wrong.

Ling Qingyu was not so shameless. When he saw various questions, he glanced over in surprise and shock. He immediately looked at the ants on the ground or the white clouds in the sky, and sighed from time to time that the weather today is good.

Unable to dodge the increasingly hot gazes, Ling Qingyu asked Sum to take out a pen and paper. Well, all the shadows were injured and died. Now Sum took the position of personal attendant without hesitation, and even Yang Zhao and Yan Qi couldn't get in. hand.

Do you see me or not?

I am neither sad nor happy right there

You miss me or you don’t miss me

Love is there and it never comes or goes

do you love me or don't you

Love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing

You follow me or you don’t

My hand is in your hand and I won’t let go

Come into my arms

Or let me live in your heart

Love each other silently, like silently

After finishing writing, Ling Qingyu said to Sum, Come on, Sum, I'll teach you to sing this song.

Alan took the paper and read it out gently, then looked at her with a strange look in his eyes and said, Did you write it?

How could I have such a talent? Is it possible? Ling Qingyu glanced at her sideways and said, It was written by a Tubo master. Looking at the sky, it was over. At this time, Tsangyang Gyatso was not born yet.

I don't think you can write it. Alan lowered his head and read it a few more times, hesitated for a moment, and said, What a poem.

Ling Qingyu sang it to Su Mu first, then listened to Su Mu humming, pointed out the wrong sounds, and then said to Alan: Of course it is a good poem. It has touched many generations.

After Summo sang it several times, he opened his mouth and sang it out.

He was already sixteen years old and had passed the stage of voice change. His voice was clear and had some depth. He sang this song in a twist and turn, and suddenly the whole yard became quiet. Only his melodious voice was singing a cappella, silently loving each other and loving each other. .

Yang Zhao looked at Ling Qingyu who was stunned. A faint smile of joy spread at the corner of his mouth. Although the physical pain was still there and his throat was hoarse and painful, he felt joy and happiness from the bottom of his heart. Yes, do you love or Don't love me, love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing, you follow me or not, my hand is in yours, never give up, come to my arms, or let me live in your heart, love each other silently , Silence likes.

You committed a foul! Alan slapped Ling Qingyu on the head, glanced at the expressions of the men in the yard, and said, If you want to teach me, teach me a cheerful one!

Cheerful? Ling Qingyu frowned and said, Let me think about it, I really can't remember all the lyrics that are too complicated. Do you want to sing about Brother Bird in Jiangnan?

Ye Shiyi sat on the roof two yards away, listening carefully to the singing coming from the yard, silently reciting the music score and the words several times in his mind.

Say, Alan asked beside Ling Qingyu, Where did that thing come from?

Ling Qingyu looked at the direction of her little finger, patted his head and said, Ah! I remembered something again. Come on, Sum, give me the paper.

After racking his brains, Ling Qingyu only wrote three songs, and they were all love songs. As soon as she taught Sum to sing, Alan hit her on the head, but when he hit her again, what came out were still love songs.

They were fighting and fussing over each other, and Yang Zhao was talking about things intermittently. Later, they had no choice but to move to a side courtyard to finish explaining the matter.

General, how did you do this? Li Yan couldn't help but ask.

Yang Zhao touched his neck and said seriously: It's just some boudoir fun.

His eyes fell to the ground.

It turns out that the boss is so good!

Meng Su unconsciously touched his neck.