Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

No one can imagine the ripples a pebble will cause when thrown into the water.

Mr. Duan, who came from Daizhou, was heard by a group of imperial students when he was telling a story. After seeking confirmation, they began to get angry and seriously review the war, investigate those responsible for the failure, and fully rectify Yang Zhao's name. Various voices sounded. At this time, Cheng Jia and other Qingliu also began to speak at the court.

There was a storm outside, Yang Zhao's reputation was getting higher and higher day by day, and maids from the south of the Yangtze River were welcomed into Duke Dingguo's mansion.

Dozens of girls as beautiful as flower buds entered the yard, immediately bringing more vitality than the flowers that filled the yard.

The breeze blows gently at the waterside pavilion by the lake, which is a little cooler than elsewhere. The weather is too hot and they can't go out. Most of the time, Ling Qingyu and Alan huddle here. Ling Qingyu reads documents and letters, while Alan tosses her pills and chats from time to time.

Ling Qingyu and Alan felt very impressed when they looked at the girls who were still looking like butterflies in plain clothes.

It’s good to be young!

Master, what are you talking about? You are so beautiful! The girl who was pruning the flower branches with small scissors smiled.

Does this mean you dislike me? When it comes to beauty, although I am already an old lady, I am still better than you, right? Alan looked at Ling Qingyu with disgust.

What we are fighting for is not appearance, but temperament! Ling Qingyu said with a smile.

Master, Sum hurriedly walked through the flowers and said, Master Cheng is here, he paused and said, Master Wang is also here.

Lord Wang? Ling Qingyu looked at Sum in confusion. Sum lowered his head and said, Sir Wang Xuanzhi.

Wang Xuanzhi? I heard that this person took over the affairs of the Xicheng Office and was sent to patrol down below. He has never been in Bianjing and has not been back for several years. Is he back now?

The yard is being renovated little by little, and there is no longer a group of old men staring at the yard. Girls as delicate as flowers shuttle through the yard, and their laughter like silver bells makes this summer a little more beautiful. Divide the heat.

Following the little maid who looked back and snickered from time to time, she passed through the doors and saw a soft couch half leaning on the waterside pavilion by the lake. Her clothes were wide and her hair was only tied up behind her head. Knowing how comfortable Ling Qingyu was, Wang Xuanzhi couldn't help but darken his face again and said: Is this what you call heartbroken?

Cheng Jia smiled and said nothing. Sometimes, there is no need to show your pain to others. No matter how painful it is, if you don't really love the person who loves you, you can only show it to others in exchange for a cheap take care.

Cheng Jiayuan came here on his own, but when he went out, he met Wang Xuanzhi who had just returned. When he heard that he was going to Dingguo's mansion, he followed him without saying anything.

Yang Zhao's reputation among the people is getting higher and higher. As a widow, no matter whether it is the emperor or the dignitaries included in the political affairs hall, they have to be more cautious. Moreover, recently, there have been endless scandals in the back houses of the high-end courtyards in Bianjing. First of all, those The wife, the servant, the monk and the actor, and then there were all kinds of back-house dramas that were not the most shocking, but even more shocking, which gave the people of Bianjing endless things to talk about after dinner, and the matter of Mrs. Yang, which had been mentioned again by some caring people, was drowned out. And then was forgotten.

It seems that this person can make himself happy without going out.

Master Cheng, Master Wang, Ling Qingyu did not stand up, but waved his hand and said: Please sit down. The two of them knew what she looked like, and there was no need to give them any false courtesy.

Wang Xuanzhi snorted and sat across from her, while Cheng Jia knelt down on the mat, motioned to the maid who made tea to give up her seat, and then ordered tea as if she was familiar with the situation.

Master? A maid came from the path holding Zhang Qin in her arms and called out when she saw the scene in the waterside pavilion.

Seeing that the maid making tea had obviously been trained, and the maid holding the piano had also practiced her posture and hands, Cheng Jia's heart moved slightly. Did she really plan to live in Bianjing?

Qinyu, put the piano there. There are masters here today, and they also ask you to learn. After speaking to the maid, Ling Qingyu turned to look at Cheng Jia and said with a smile: Master Cheng, you don't mind, right?

Remuneration? Wang Xuanzhi was a little dumbfounded when he saw Cheng Jia looking up with a smile, and his gestures for ordering tea were still as graceful as ever.

The Jianjia courtyard you said you wanted last time will be given to you. Also, I have asked Han Zong to set aside part of it for you to use. Can you also let me see if there is any cultural gathering to be held in the future? Ling Qingyu He sighed and said, I can't go out, and I can't socialize, so I have to have some fun by myself.

Cheng Jia suppressed his surprise, but Wang Xuanzhi shouted: What does this look like? How long has Yang Zhaocai been dead?

If I live, he will live, Ling Qingyu pointed at his heart and said with a faint smile.

Wang Xuanzhi suddenly became speechless. He was patrolling outside. Yan San died and Yang Zhao married into the Ling family. Cheng Jia wrote to tell him. When he came back this time, he heard that Yang Zhao died in the battle. He felt mixed feelings in his heart, but he was not well alone. Cheng Jia was the one who came to find him.

Live in your heart?

Don't you dislike those cultural gatherings? Cheng Jia placed a cup of tea in front of Alan and asked.

I don't really like it. A group of boring people are just sad for spring and autumn. But there is nothing to do now, so why not take a look. Seeing Alan's eyes narrowed with a smile, Ling Qingyu couldn't help but smile and said: Besides, , I also want to see what kind of people you often call the pillars of the country, those who think they are right? This country is governed like this by you, what kind of trash must it be, I also want to see it.

Poof, Alan spit out all the tea in a mouthful, pointed at Ling Qingyu and said: Girl! That's so unkind! Can you tell the truth when I don't drink tea?

I'm sorry, please be careful next time. Ling Qingyu pressed her hand down and looked at Wang Xuanzhidao with a smile on his face but cold eyes: I heard that Mr. Wang has been dealing with the affairs of the Xicheng Office. It is said that he is the one who makes the least trouble below. , what? What method did you use to appease the people who had everything taken away from them?

Wang Xuanzhi's face darkened. In his original intention, he was unwilling to do such a thing, but if someone else did it, I'm afraid the consequences would be even worse. However, no matter how gentle the method he used was, how many consequences he left for others. No matter the road, it can't change the fact that this is to forcibly seize people's land in the name of state power agencies.

Cheng Jia placed the ordered tea in front of Ling Qingyu and Wang Xuanzhi, stood up, took the piano from the maid's hand, and exclaimed: Chun Lei?

Seeing his expression of surprise and joy, Ling Qingyu turned around and asked Qin Yu: Where is this Qin from?

This is what Master Qi just gave to this slave. Qin Yu lowered her head and replied. She has been learning the piano for ten years and has never seen such a good piano. When she first held it in her hand, she felt itchy in her heart and hands. Now when she listens to it, The young master said it was spring thunder, and his heart was even more moved. It was a famous piano.

Cheng Jia placed the qin on the qin table, cleaned his hands next to it, then lifted the corner of his robe, knelt down and sat down beside the qin table, calmed down for a moment and said with a smile, You can put some incense here next time. This man has all kinds of incense in his warehouse, but he doesn't like to use incense.

Without waiting for Ling Qingyu's answer, he stroked his fingers lightly, and a string of notes sounded leisurely.

After the song ended, the lingering sound was still lingering, as if it was still lingering in people's ears.

You can play better than ordinary people, no wonder the reward is so expensive. Alan applauded.

Do you think this is an entertainer? When Wang Xuanzhi came out of the lingering sound, he was shocked to death.

The piano is good, Cheng Jia said lightly with his finger. It was a pity that since it belonged to Yan Qi, he was afraid that Ling Qingyu would not give up, so he raised his head and smiled and said, Jia likes it very much. Can I come and play it every day? Seeing Ling Qingyu's expression, he smiled again and said, I don't want to be rewarded for being kind.

Ling Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and said, That's no problem. Anyway, Han Zong will clean up over there in a few days.

Brother Han, what are you doing? Why don't you give me some advice from Jia? Cheng Jia lowered his head and drew a string of notes on the strings with his fingers again.

Are you really planning to hold a literary conference here? Wang Xuanzhi looked at Cheng Jia dumbfounded.

Why not? The scenery here is the most elegant in Bianjing. It's rare that Mrs. Yang is willing to lend the place. Isn't it considered an elegant thing? Cheng Jia said with a smile.

Wang Xuanzhi was speechless. Although no one gossiped about her anymore, it was all for Yang Zhao's sake. But because of this, if Mrs. Yang did something that was not in line with the rules, I'm afraid that He will be sprayed to death immediately.

But the two people didn't seem to care. Wang Xuanzhi remained speechless until the two of them said goodbye and asked Cheng Jia with a calm face: She doesn't know how powerful it is, and you don't know it either?

You haven't been back long, so I'm afraid you haven't heard of many things in Bianjing, Cheng Jia waved his fan and said, The backyards of those wealthy families have been very lively recently. I'll take you to listen.

The Duke's wife secretly raised a young man to support an actor, the father-in-law had an affair with his concubine's wife and gave birth to a child who is not sure whether it is a grandson or a son, the sister-in-law slept with her brother-in-law, and the cousin slept with a distant cousin...

Wang Xuanzhi lost his expression when he heard this. As the young masters of aristocratic families, they had not seen this kind of thing before. However, these were private matters in the backyard. Everyone kept them a secret. They had already dealt with them long ago. How could they be exposed directly? Take it out and say it. Compared with these things, although I am a prostitute, I am willing to provide a place for poor students to gather in my own courtyard. This is indeed an elegant thing.

One more thing, Cheng Jia looked at the storyteller downstairs and said calmly: Yang Zhao is marrying into the Ling family, and she has no obligation to remain a widow for him for the rest of her life.

So what? Who dares to marry her now? Do you want to marry her? Wang Xuanzhi mocked, but when he saw Cheng Jia smiling calmly, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Why not?

Wang Xuanzhi's eyes widened again. He had known that Cheng Jia liked her, but Wang Xuanzhi blurted out: Don't tell me that your father will never agree, and she will not agree either!

Cheng Jia turned to look at Wang Xuanzhi, smiled brightly at him, and said, Xuanzhi, will Wen post in our two names?

I won't accompany you to fool around! Wang Xuanzhi stood up angrily and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

Are you kidding? Cheng Jia took a small snack and said, Why are you shaking the desk?

The bookcase just barely stopped crying, and said in a trembling voice: Sir, we will be beaten to death by the master. Are you serious? Are you marrying Mr. Ling? Of course, we have to admit that the head of the Ling family is a good woman, but what is your identity? What is the current status of Head Ling? If you are not sprayed to death by spit, you will definitely be beaten to death by the master first! Oh, we must be the ones killed first!

Beat him to death? I'm just afraid it will? Cheng Jia put the snack into his mouth and looked out the window. Even if he would be beaten to death, he didn't want to hide his feelings this time.

No one can imagine the ripples a pebble will cause when thrown into the water.

Mr. Duan, who came from Daizhou, was heard by a group of imperial students when he was telling a story. After seeking confirmation, they began to get angry and seriously review the war, investigate those responsible for the failure, and fully rectify Yang Zhao's name. Various voices sounded. At this time, Cheng Jia and other Qingliu also began to speak at the court.

There was a storm outside, Yang Zhao's reputation was getting higher and higher day by day, and maids from the south of the Yangtze River were welcomed into Duke Dingguo's mansion.

Dozens of girls as beautiful as flower buds entered the yard, immediately bringing more vitality than the flowers that filled the yard.

The breeze blows gently at the waterside pavilion by the lake, which is a little cooler than elsewhere. The weather is too hot and they can't go out. Most of the time, Ling Qingyu and Alan huddle here. Ling Qingyu reads documents and letters, while Alan tosses her pills and chats from time to time.

Ling Qingyu and Alan felt very impressed when they looked at the girls who were still looking like butterflies in plain clothes.

It’s good to be young!

Master, what are you talking about? You are so beautiful! The girl who was pruning the flower branches with small scissors smiled.

Does this mean you dislike me? When it comes to beauty, although I am already an old lady, I am still better than you, right? Alan looked at Ling Qingyu with disgust.

What we are fighting for is not appearance, but temperament! Ling Qingyu said with a smile.

Master, Sum hurriedly walked through the flowers and said, Master Cheng is here, he paused and said, Master Wang is also here.

Lord Wang? Ling Qingyu looked at Sum in confusion. Sum lowered his head and said, Sir Wang Xuanzhi.

Wang Xuanzhi? I heard that this person took over the affairs of the Xicheng Office and was sent to patrol down below. He has never been in Bianjing and has not been back for several years. Is he back now?

The yard is being renovated little by little, and there is no longer a group of old men staring at the yard. Girls as delicate as flowers shuttle through the yard, and their laughter like silver bells makes this summer a little more beautiful. Divide the heat.

Following the little maid who looked back and snickered from time to time, she passed through the doors and saw a soft couch half leaning on the waterside pavilion by the lake. Her clothes were wide and her hair was only tied up behind her head. Knowing how comfortable Ling Qingyu was, Wang Xuanzhi couldn't help but darken his face again and said: Is this what you call heartbroken?

Cheng Jia smiled and said nothing. Sometimes, there is no need to show your pain to others. No matter how painful it is, if you don't really love the person who loves you, you can only show it to others in exchange for a cheap take care.

Cheng Jiayuan came here on his own, but when he went out, he met Wang Xuanzhi who had just returned. When he heard that he was going to Dingguo's mansion, he followed him without saying anything.

Yang Zhao's reputation among the people is getting higher and higher. As a widow, no matter whether it is the emperor or the dignitaries included in the political affairs hall, they have to be more cautious. Moreover, recently, there have been endless scandals in the back houses of the high-end courtyards in Bianjing. First of all, those The wife, the servant, the monk and the actor, and then there were all kinds of back-house dramas that were not the most shocking, but even more shocking, which gave the people of Bianjing endless things to talk about after dinner, and the matter of Mrs. Yang, which had been mentioned again by some caring people, was drowned out. And then was forgotten.

It seems that this person can make himself happy without going out.

Master Cheng, Master Wang, Ling Qingyu did not stand up, but waved his hand and said: Please sit down. The two of them knew what she looked like, and there was no need to give them any false courtesy.

Wang Xuanzhi snorted and sat across from her, while Cheng Jia knelt down on the mat, motioned to the maid who made tea to give up her seat, and then ordered tea as if she was familiar with the situation.

Master? A maid came from the path holding Zhang Qin in her arms and called out when she saw the scene in the waterside pavilion.

Seeing that the maid making tea had obviously been trained, and the maid holding the piano had also practiced her posture and hands, Cheng Jia's heart moved slightly. Did she really plan to live in Bianjing?

Qinyu, put the piano there. There are masters here today, and they also ask you to learn. After speaking to the maid, Ling Qingyu turned to look at Cheng Jia and said with a smile: Master Cheng, you don't mind, right?

Remuneration? Wang Xuanzhi was a little dumbfounded when he saw Cheng Jia looking up with a smile, and his gestures for ordering tea were still as graceful as before.

The Jianjia courtyard you said you wanted last time will be given to you. Also, I have asked Han Zong to set aside part of it for you to use. Can you also let me see if there is any cultural gathering to be held in the future? Ling Qingyu He sighed and said, I can't go out, and I can't socialize, so I have to have some fun by myself.

Cheng Jia suppressed his surprise, but Wang Xuanzhi shouted: What does this look like? How long has Yang Zhaocai been dead?

If I live, he will live, Ling Qingyu pointed at his heart and said with a faint smile.

Wang Xuanzhi suddenly became speechless. He was patrolling outside. Yan San died and Yang Zhao married into the Ling family. Cheng Jia wrote to tell him. When he came back this time, he heard that Yang Zhao died in the battle. He felt mixed feelings in his heart, but he was not well alone. Cheng Jia was the one who came to find him.

Live in your heart?

Don't you dislike those cultural gatherings? Cheng Jia placed a cup of tea in front of Alan and asked.

I don't really like it. A group of boring people are just sad for spring and autumn. But there is nothing to do now, so why not take a look. Seeing Alan's eyes narrowed with a smile, Ling Qingyu couldn't help but smile and said: Besides, , I also want to see what kind of people you often call the pillars of the country, those who think they are right? This country is governed like this by you, what kind of trash must it be, I also want to see it.

Poof, Alan spit out all the tea in a mouthful, pointed at Ling Qingyu and said: Girl! That's so unkind! Can you tell the truth when I don't drink tea?

I'm sorry, please be careful next time. Ling Qingyu pressed her hand down and looked at Wang Xuanzhidao with a smile on his face but cold eyes: I heard that Mr. Wang has been dealing with the affairs of the Xicheng Office. It is said that he is the one who makes the least trouble below. , what? What method did you use to appease the people who had everything taken away from them?

Wang Xuanzhi's face darkened. In his original intention, he was unwilling to do such a thing, but if someone else did it, I'm afraid the consequences would be even worse. However, no matter how gentle the method he used was, how many consequences he left for others. No matter the road, it can't change the fact that this is to forcibly seize people's land in the name of state power agencies.

Cheng Jia placed the ordered tea in front of Ling Qingyu and Wang Xuanzhi, stood up, took the piano from the maid's hand, and exclaimed: Chun Lei?

Seeing his expression of surprise and joy, Ling Qingyu turned around and asked Qin Yu: Where is this Qin from?

This is what Master Qi just gave to this slave. Qin Yu lowered her head and replied. She has been learning the piano for ten years and has never seen such a good piano. When she first held it in her hand, she felt itchy in her heart and hands. Now when she listens to it, The young master said it was spring thunder, and his heart was even more moved. It was a famous piano.

Cheng Jia placed the qin on the qin table, cleaned his hands next to it, then lifted the corner of his robe, knelt down and sat down beside the qin table, calmed down for a moment and said with a smile, You can put some incense here next time. This man has all kinds of incense in his warehouse, but he doesn't like to use incense.

Without waiting for Ling Qingyu's answer, he stroked his fingers lightly, and a string of notes sounded leisurely.

After the song ended, the lingering sound was still lingering, as if it was still lingering in people's ears.

You can play better than ordinary people, no wonder the reward is so expensive. Alan applauded.

Do you think this is an entertainer? When Wang Xuanzhi came out of the lingering sound, he was shocked to death.

The piano is good, Cheng Jia said lightly with his finger. It was a pity that since it belonged to Yan Qi, he was afraid that Ling Qingyu would not give up, so he raised his head and smiled and said, Jia likes it very much. Can I come and play it every day? Seeing Ling Qingyu's expression, he smiled again and said, I don't want to be rewarded for being kind.

Ling Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and said, That's no problem. Anyway, Han Zong will clean up over there in a few days.

Brother Han, what are you doing? Why don't you give me some advice from Jia? Cheng Jia lowered his head and drew a string of notes on the strings with his fingers again.

Are you really planning to hold a literary conference here? Wang Xuanzhi looked at Cheng Jia dumbfounded.

Why not? The scenery here is the most elegant in Bianjing. It's rare that Mrs. Yang is willing to lend the place. Isn't it considered an elegant thing? Cheng Jia said with a smile.

Wang Xuanzhi was speechless. Although no one gossiped about her anymore, it was all for Yang Zhao's sake. But because of this, if Mrs. Yang did something that was not in line with the rules, I'm afraid that He will be sprayed to death immediately.

But the two people didn't seem to care. Wang Xuanzhi remained speechless until the two of them said goodbye and asked Cheng Jia with a calm face: She doesn't know how powerful it is, and you don't know it either?

You haven't been back long, so I'm afraid you haven't heard of many things in Bianjing, Cheng Jia waved his fan and said, The backyards of those wealthy families have been very lively recently. I'll take you to listen.

The Duke's wife secretly raised a young man to support an actor, the father-in-law had an affair with his concubine's wife and gave birth to a child who is not sure whether it is a grandson or a son, the sister-in-law slept with her brother-in-law, and the cousin slept with a distant cousin...

Wang Xuanzhi lost his expression when he heard this. As the young masters of aristocratic families, they had not seen this kind of thing before. However, these were private matters in the backyard. Everyone kept them a secret. They had already dealt with them long ago. How could they be exposed directly? Take it out and say it. Compared with these things, although I am a prostitute, I am willing to provide a place for poor students to gather in my own courtyard. This is indeed an elegant thing.

One more thing, Cheng Jia looked at the storyteller downstairs and said calmly: Yang Zhao is marrying into the Ling family, and she has no obligation to remain a widow for him for the rest of her life.

So what? Who dares to marry her now? Do you want to marry her? Wang Xuanzhi mocked, but when he saw Cheng Jia smiling calmly, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Why not?

Wang Xuanzhi's eyes widened again. He had known that Cheng Jia liked her, but Wang Xuanzhi blurted out: Don't tell me that your father will never agree, and she will not agree either!

Cheng Jia turned to look at Wang Xuanzhi, smiled brightly at him, and said, Xuanzhi, will Wen post in our two names?

I won't accompany you to fool around! Wang Xuanzhi stood up angrily and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

Are you kidding? Cheng Jia took a small snack and said, Why are you shaking the desk?

The bookcase just barely stopped crying, and said in a trembling voice: Sir, we will be beaten to death by the master. Are you serious? Are you marrying Mr. Ling? Of course, we have to admit that the head of the Ling family is a good woman, but what is your identity? What is the current status of Head Ling? If you are not sprayed to death by spit, you will definitely be beaten to death by the master first! Oh, we must be the ones killed first!

Beat him to death? I'm just afraid it will? Cheng Jia put the snack into his mouth and looked out the window. Even if he would be beaten to death, he didn't want to hide his feelings this time.