Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Neither Izayoi Sum nor Xie Sanlang mentioned Yan San again, but just like the shadows and Ling Qingyu, they used white hairbands to tie their hair.

Ling Qingyu's legs, that thin figure and face that they almost couldn't recognize, and that moment of pale anger and unconcealable sadness, made them consciously suppress their sadness and anger.

After Yan Qi explained the whole process to them, he only said that if they really want to take revenge and take over from them as the guardians of the family, then they must train themselves harder, not only in martial arts but also in mind. Only in this way can they succeed One day I will be like Yan San.

Ding Dong came to the General's Mansion in the afternoon, and Qian was beaten up by him when she went back. He originally thought of just divorcing her, but later he learned that she had met all the big shopkeepers of the Ling family and the generals of the Black Water Officials, so Ding Dong decided to directly Take her out to sea and dispose of her overseas. Ding Budong was a little unbearable at first, but then he heard Ding Dong say that now she can be so vain and talk nonsense. If she returns home and tells others about the Ling family, not only Ling Qingyu, but also the entire Ling family will be in danger. Ding Butong thought about it and said no more.

After hearing what Ding Dong said, Ling Qingyu was speechless for a moment, but he also knew that although Ding Dong's treatment was cruel, it was the most correct.

This time the Fengshen came back and brought back the remaining silver and gold, as well as a ship full of spice treasures stored in Lingjia Village.

In view of the fact that both the silver building and the spice shop were beginning to develop again, Ling Qingyu asked Ding Dong to hand over all the goods to Cai Jingfang and Zheng Xi, while the silver and gold were transported to Heishui Pass.

With Ling Qingyu's legs looking like this, both Ding Dong and Fang Nianyuan knew that the trip to Europe would have to be postponed. Fang Nianyuan asked him to escort the silver and gold over, and the Fengshen would go to Hangzhou to unload and load the goods first.

The people left behind by Shen Zhan in Dazhou gathered another group of laborers. Ling Qingyu asked the Fengshen to bring the people there with the new ship this time. At the same time, he also relaxed and asked them to recruit more people to go to Lingjia Village. Now not only Lingjia Village needs people, but Australia needs more people.

He also wrote a letter to Zhu Weili and Zhou Tan, asking Lingjiacun to speed up the construction of warships. It turns out that Zhou Tan and Huang Jing focused most of their energy on the foundry. From now on, they must mobilize manpower to start building ships. There is a lot of good timber in Nanyang, and now there are enough minerals, so we can concentrate on shipbuilding.

With Yang Zhao's consent, Fang Nianyuan took away the other two thousand people from his original camp this time. Guan Xiao asked to go with him to see how the iron cannons in Lingjia Village were done. After getting Ling Qingyu and Yang Zhao's approval, he rushed back to take the people to Quanzhou to meet up.

After another busy two days, Yang Zhao asked Yin Ting'an to pretend to be himself and quietly went to Mount Wutai with Ling Qingyu.

Yang Zhao and Yan Qi discussed many times about the entourage, and finally Alan made the final decision.

You went out secretly, and you brought so many people with you because you wanted others to know? You guys are so injured, how can you survive even if something happens if you go with them? Alan looked at the two of them with a look of hatred for steel. He said with a stern look: Since it is sneaky, it must be sneaky. I think you can just bring a driver. I will bring you enough medicine. Do you know how to change her medicine?

Alan, who looked like he was a soldier, didn't choose any of them, and finally chose Ying Thirteen as the driver. Ying Thirteen's legs have almost recovered and he can walk normally without the crutches. Moreover, he is the most alert. Compared with Sumu, who was stunned at first glance, Xie Sanlang, who called Alan and Ling Qingyu a naughty kid together with Ling Qingyu as soon as they met, and those sixteen little brats, he was still the most reliable.

Yan Qi also understood in her heart that the reason why Alan did this was to let Yang Zhao and Ling Qingyu spend more time alone together, so that the knot between them that they had finally solved would completely disappear, so he said no more, just asking Ye Shiyi Followed from a distance.

Wutai Mountain is not far from Dai County, but the mountain road is steep and the carriage does not go very fast.

June is the peak time for Buddhist activities in Wutai Mountain. Although it is already the end of the month, there are still many pilgrims coming and going.

This time when he came here, Ling Qingyu did not take the luxurious car, but took an ordinary carriage that had been temporarily modified, which was very inconspicuous among the pilgrims.

As soon as they entered the mountainous area, it suddenly became cold. Yang Zhao put a cloak around Ling Qingyu, poured her a cup of hot tea, then sat on the bed, hugged her into his arms, and looked at the scenery outside the window with her.

Ling Qingyu turned her head and looked up at the marks that were still on his neck, and asked, What on earth did you tell them? Those men looked at her in the wrong way these past two days, even when she looked back. At that time, my eyes began to wander.

Yang Zhao chuckled lightly, rubbed his chin on the top of her head, and said with a smile, I just said, this is our boudoir fun.

Ling Qingyu's face suddenly turned pale. Remembering that Alan only gave her the whites of his eyes when he looked at her, he sighed: It's over, my famous name!

Yang Zhao hugged her tighter, bent down to kiss her lips, thinking in his heart, it's best to give up and don't come to steal someone from me.

Ling Qingyu just kissed him lightly and then let go. The window was still wide open, and pilgrims walked by from time to time outside. She closed the curtains, leaned into his arms, and held his slender fingers. Many calloused hands.

The breeze rustled the curtains, and the noisy voices of the endless stream of pilgrims on the road filtered in. Together with the long and leisurely tolling of bells from far away, the carriage seemed peaceful.

Master, I'm afraid there are too many people in front of me. I heard there is a temple on the mountainside here. How about we go here? The carriage stopped, and Ying Thirteen opened the small window in front and asked.

Ling Qingyu opened some curtains and saw that in addition to many carriages outside, there were also many pedestrians rushing inside, so he nodded and said: Okay.

After detouring from the path at the foot of the mountain, there were fewer people. There were tall trees on both sides. The mountain road began to go up, and various wild flowers were blooming among them.

After walking for more than an hour, the only sound of their carriage's hooves was heard on the mountain road. The sky had darkened, and although there were still scattered lights in the forest, it also brought a bit of coolness.

Ying Thirteen's brows frowned slightly. It would be dark in a while. This carriage was not as well-equipped as his own carriage. It would not be good if he camped outside.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go back or not, he saw a red wall protruding from the dense forest on the mountainside in front of him.

Lingpu Temple is not big. It is deep in the mountains and far away from the gathering place of big temples in Taihuai. There are only less than ten monks. So when Yang Zhao took out four hundred taels of silver ingots, the temple was filled with monks. He smiled broadly and gave them a small courtyard behind the temple.

This small courtyard is a bit far from the temple. It is very remote and quiet. There are not many rooms, that is, three rooms, and a small kitchen outside. Fortunately, there is a stream flowing not far away, and there is also an abandoned vegetable garden. Many loofahs were hung.

Shadow Thirteen parked the carriage inside the temple, moved everything in, and then started cleaning.

There is a tall tree against the red wall on the other side of the temple. The small courtyard here is surrounded by a fence against the red wall. The ground has only been slightly smoothed. Ying Shisan moved a chair out of the house. After wiping it clean first, Yang Zhao put his cloak on it and let Ling Qingyu sit on it, and then helped Ying Thirteen work.

It was almost dusk, and the wind on the mountain was cool and felt very comfortable on the body. From the temple, the sound of the monks chanting sutras during the evening class could be heard next to the sound of the wooden fish, which made Ling Qingyu's heart suddenly calm down.

There was no horse-drawn carriage route from Lingpu Temple to the mesa at the top of the mountain, so Yang Zhao carried or carried Ling Qingyu on his back to explore the mountains, or he rode up to the mesa with Ling Qingyu on horseback to see the wind and rolling clouds. Look at the wild flowers blooming on the meadow on the mesa, and see the faint clouds and mist spreading along the mesa, and then covering them all in a mist.

Yang Zhao's back was generous and warm, and the ubiquitous tenderness slowly warmed Ling Qingyu's heart like the clouds that spread over the table.

He helped her bathe, wipe her body, wash her feet, dress, comb her hair, and carry her wherever she wanted to go, in the mountains, creeks, and dense forests, avoiding the flow of people, and playing in the wild flowers on the mesa. , walked in the middle of the night to the top of Dongtai Terrace to watch the sunrise.

When a red sun burst out from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, Ling Qingyu, who was lying on Yang Zhao's back, felt that his chest was filling up again, and it seemed that vitality was radiating out from there again.

Qingyu... I will love you along with Yan San... Yang Zhao murmured slightly as he looked sideways at the face of the woman lying on his shoulder, which was reflected dazzlingly in the morning sun.

The sky began to get brighter, and more and more people came to worship. Most of them smiled kindly, and some were also joking.

Ling Qingyu blushed and asked Yang Zhao to come down the mountain.

After being raised for so many days, her legs can stand for a while, and she can take one step or two with Yang Zhao's support. However, Yang Zhao will not let her stand or walk too much. After all, her leg bones were originally It's crushing, so it's better to raise it more.

So although Ling Qingyu blushed and wanted to come down by himself, Yang Zhao ignored him and walked down the steps step by step, as if he didn't see the smiling faces of the people next to him.

Zhao, Ling Qingyu, who simply gave up the shyness and shamelessness of lying on his back, leaned her head on his shoulder, took his hair with her hands, looked at the wild flowers on the roadside, and said, If we are all seventy or eighty years old, Will you still carry me like this?

Well, I will carry you for the rest of my life, as long as Zhao still has the breath, Yang Zhao tilted his head and kissed her cheek, and said with a smile, Not only in this life, Zhao wants to carry you for the rest of his life, okay?

His eyes were clear, but they were beating with flaming emotions. The softness deep in Ling Qingyu's heart was poked like this, making her eyes curl up, she hugged his neck tightly, and nodded: Okay.

Ling Qingyu's voice was very low, but when he heard it, it was like a lightning strike in Yang Zhao's ears. The corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously. When he saw the red wall in front of him, he walked in regardless of what kind of Bodhisattva he was worshiping.

Neither Izayoi Sum nor Xie Sanlang mentioned Yan San again, but just like the shadows and Ling Qingyu, they used white hairbands to tie their hair.

Ling Qingyu's legs, that thin figure and face that they almost couldn't recognize, and that moment of pale anger and unconcealable sadness, made them consciously suppress their sadness and anger.

After Yan Qi told them the whole process, he only said that if they really want to take revenge and take over their duties as the guardians of the family, then they must train themselves harder, not only in martial arts but also in mind. Only in this way can they succeed in the world. One day I will be like Yan San.

Ding Dong came to the General's Mansion in the afternoon, and Qian was beaten up by him when she went back. He originally thought of just divorcing her, but later he learned that she had met all the big shopkeepers of the Ling family and the generals of the Black Water Officials, so Ding Dong decided to directly Take her out to sea and dispose of her overseas. Ding Budong was a little unbearable at first, but then he heard Ding Dong say that now she can be so vain and talk nonsense. If she returns home and tells others about the Ling family, not only Ling Qingyu, but also the entire Ling family will be in danger. Ding Butong thought about it and said no more.

After hearing what Ding Dong said, Ling Qingyu was speechless for a moment, but he also knew that although Ding Dong's treatment was cruel, it was the most correct.

This time the Fengshen came back and brought back the remaining silver and gold, as well as a ship full of spice treasures stored in Lingjia Village.

In view of the fact that both the silver building and the spice shop were beginning to develop again, Ling Qingyu asked Ding Dong to hand over all the goods to Cai Jingfang and Zheng Xi, while the silver and gold were transported to Heishui Pass.

With Ling Qingyu's legs looking like this, both Ding Dong and Fang Nianyuan knew that the trip to Europe would have to be postponed. Fang Nianyuan asked him to escort the silver and gold over, and the Fengshen would go to Hangzhou to unload and load the goods first.

The people left behind by Shen Zhan in Dazhou gathered another group of laborers. Ling Qingyu asked the Fengshen to bring the people there with the new ship this time. At the same time, he also relaxed and asked them to recruit more people to go to Lingjia Village. Now not only Lingjia Village needs people, but Australia needs more people.

He also wrote a letter to Zhu Weili and Zhou Tan, asking Lingjiacun to speed up the construction of warships. It turns out that Zhou Tan and Huang Jing focused most of their energy on the foundry. From now on, they must mobilize manpower to start building ships. There is a lot of good timber in Nanyang, and now there are enough minerals, so we can concentrate on shipbuilding.

With Yang Zhao's consent, Fang Nianyuan took away the other two thousand people from his original camp this time. Guan Xiao asked to go with him to see how the iron cannons in Lingjia Village were done. After getting Ling Qingyu and Yang Zhao's approval, he rushed back to take the people to Quanzhou to meet up.

After another busy two days, Yang Zhao asked Yin Ting'an to pretend to be himself and quietly went to Mount Wutai with Ling Qingyu.

Yang Zhao and Yan Qi discussed many times about the entourage, and finally Alan made the final decision.

You went out secretly, and you brought so many people with you because you wanted others to know? You guys are so injured, how can you survive even if something happens if you go with them? Alan looked at the two of them with a look of hatred for steel. He said with a stern look: Since it is sneaky, it must be sneaky. I think you can just bring a driver. I will bring you enough medicine. Do you know how to change her medicine?

Alan, who looked like he was a soldier, didn't choose any of them, and finally chose Ying Thirteen as the driver. Ying Thirteen's legs have almost recovered and he can walk normally without the crutches. Moreover, he is the most alert. Compared with Sumu, who was stunned at first glance, Xie Sanlang, who called Alan and Ling Qingyu a naughty kid together with Ling Qingyu as soon as they met, and those sixteen little brats, he was still the most reliable.

Yan Qi also understood in her heart that the reason why Alan did this was to let Yang Zhao and Ling Qingyu spend more time alone together, so that the knot between them that they had finally solved would completely disappear, so he said no more, just asking Ye Shiyi Followed from a distance.

Wutai Mountain is not far from Dai County, but the mountain road is steep and the carriage does not go very fast.

June is the peak time for Buddhist activities in Wutai Mountain. Although it is already the end of the month, there are still many pilgrims coming and going.

This time when he came here, Ling Qingyu did not take the luxurious car, but took an ordinary carriage that had been temporarily modified, which was very inconspicuous among the pilgrims.

As soon as they entered the mountainous area, it suddenly became cold. Yang Zhao put a cloak around Ling Qingyu, poured her a cup of hot tea, then sat on the bed, hugged her into his arms, and looked at the scenery outside the window with her.

Ling Qingyu turned her head and looked up at the marks that were still on his neck, and asked, What on earth did you tell them? Those men looked at her in the wrong way these past two days, even when she looked back. At that time, my eyes began to wander.

Yang Zhao chuckled lightly, rubbed his chin on the top of her head, and said with a smile, I just said, this is our boudoir fun.

Ling Qingyu's face suddenly turned pale. Remembering that Alan only gave her the whites of his eyes when he looked at her, he sighed: It's over, my famous name!

Yang Zhao hugged her tighter, bent down to kiss her lips, thinking in his heart, it's best to give up and don't come to steal someone from me.

Ling Qingyu just kissed him lightly and then let go. The window was still wide open, and pilgrims walked by from time to time outside. She closed the curtains, leaned into his arms, and held his slender fingers. Many calloused hands.

The breeze rustled the curtains, and the noisy voices of the endless stream of pilgrims on the road filtered in. Together with the long and leisurely tolling of bells from far away, the carriage seemed peaceful.

Master, I'm afraid there are too many people in front of me. I heard there is a temple on the mountainside here. How about we go here? The carriage stopped, and Ying Thirteen opened the small window in front and asked.

Ling Qingyu opened some curtains and saw that in addition to many carriages outside, there were also many pedestrians rushing inside, so he nodded and said: Okay.

After detouring from the path at the foot of the mountain, there were fewer people. There were tall trees on both sides. The mountain road began to go up, and various wild flowers were blooming among them.

After walking for more than an hour, the only sound of their carriage's hooves was heard on the mountain road. The sky had darkened, and although there were still scattered lights in the forest, it also brought a bit of coolness.

Ying Thirteen's brows frowned slightly. It would be dark in a while. This carriage was not as well-equipped as his own carriage. It would not be good if he camped outside.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go back or not, he saw a red wall protruding from the dense forest on the mountainside in front of him.

Lingpu Temple is not big. It is deep in the mountains and far away from the gathering place of big temples in Taihuai. There are only less than ten monks. So when Yang Zhao took out four hundred taels of silver ingots, the temple was filled with monks. He smiled broadly and gave them a small courtyard behind the temple.

This small courtyard is a bit far from the temple. It is very remote and quiet. There are not many rooms, that is, three rooms, and a small kitchen outside. Fortunately, there is a stream flowing not far away, and there is also an abandoned vegetable garden. Many loofahs were hung.

Shadow Thirteen parked the carriage inside the temple, moved everything in, and then started cleaning.

There is a tall tree against the red wall on the other side of the temple. The small courtyard here is surrounded by a fence against the red wall. The ground has only been slightly smoothed. Ying Shisan moved a chair out of the house. After wiping it clean first, Yang Zhao put his cloak on it and let Ling Qingyu sit on it, and then helped Ying Thirteen work.

It was almost dusk, and the wind on the mountain was cool and felt very comfortable on the body. From the temple, the sound of the monks chanting sutras during the evening class could be heard next to the sound of the wooden fish, which made Ling Qingyu's heart suddenly calm down.

There was no horse-drawn carriage route from Lingpu Temple to the mesa at the top of the mountain, so Yang Zhao carried or carried Ling Qingyu on his back to explore the mountains, or he rode up to the mesa with Ling Qingyu on horseback to see the wind and rolling clouds. Look at the wild flowers blooming on the meadow on the mesa, and see the faint clouds and mist spreading along the mesa, and then covering them all in a mist.

Yang Zhao's back was generous and warm, and the ubiquitous tenderness slowly warmed Ling Qingyu's heart like the clouds that spread over the table.

He helped her bathe, wipe her body, wash her feet, dress, comb her hair, and carry her wherever she wanted to go, in the mountains, creeks, and dense forests, avoiding the flow of people, and playing in the wild flowers on the mesa. , walked in the middle of the night to the top of Dongtai Terrace to watch the sunrise.

When a red sun burst out from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, Ling Qingyu, who was lying on Yang Zhao's back, felt that his chest was filling up again, and it seemed that vitality was radiating out from there again.

Qingyu... I will love you along with Yan San... Yang Zhao murmured slightly as he looked sideways at the face of the woman lying on his shoulder, which was reflected dazzlingly in the morning sun.

The sky began to get brighter, and more and more people came to worship. Most of them smiled kindly, and some were also joking.

Ling Qingyu blushed and asked Yang Zhao to come down the mountain.

After being raised for so many days, her legs can stand for a while, and she can take one step or two with Yang Zhao's support. However, Yang Zhao will not let her stand or walk too much. After all, her leg bones were originally It's crushing, so it's better to raise it more.

So even though Ling Qingyu blushed and wanted to come down by himself, Yang Zhao ignored him and walked down the steps step by step, as if he didn't see the smiling faces of the people next to him.

Zhao, Ling Qingyu, who simply gave up her shyness and shamelessness and leaned on his back, leaned her head on his shoulder, held up his hair, looked at the wild flowers on the roadside, and said, If we are all seventy or eighty years old, Will you still carry me like this?

Well, I will carry you for the rest of my life, as long as Zhao still has the breath, Yang Zhao tilted his head and kissed her cheek, and said with a smile, Not only in this life, Zhao wants to carry you for the rest of his life, okay?

His eyes were clear, but they were beating with flaming emotions. The softness deep in Ling Qingyu's heart was poked like this, making her eyes curl up, she hugged his neck tightly, and nodded: Okay.

Ling Qingyu's voice was very low, but when he heard it, it was like a lightning strike in Yang Zhao's ears. The corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously. When he saw the red wall in front of him, he walked in regardless of what kind of Bodhisattva he was worshiping.