Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Cheng Jia did what he said, and went to see Han Shuo the next day. He walked around the place where he was said to be taken out. Not only did he put forward suggestions for modifications, but he also directly drew the drawings. After walking around with Han Shuo, he I went to the waterside pavilion to have a cup of tea and take out some of the more delicious snacks made by Cangsum.

After a few days like this, Alan asked Ling Qingyu in confusion, didn't you mean that Mr. Zhu said he wanted you to win over this great talent from Cheng Jiacheng? Why do you mock him every day and treat him as a busker? Aren't you supposed to coax him into flattering him and treat him tenderly? Tenderness may be wrong, but at least you should learn from me. Even if you don't understand what he is playing, you should immediately applaud to show your admiration?

Ling Qingyu thought for a long time and then replied, this is really a habit, he looks like a bitch.

After traveling to Duke Dingguo's mansion for several days, Zheng Jia was called to the study by his father as soon as he returned home.

I don’t know exactly what the two father and son said in the study. I don’t know the desk. I only know that a lot of things were smashed inside. When my son came out, he had two slap marks on his face, several footprints on his clothes, and even the corners of his mouth. Bloodshot, and then I heard the master roar: If you continue to be stubborn, get out of here!

The bookcase was still trembling with courage, so the young master went back to his room to change some clothes, and then left without looking back. He didn't even take any of their servants with him, so he just left.

Cheng Jia! Ling Qingyu screamed as she hugged the person who fainted towards her when they first met.

Seeing that there was no one behind him, and the body he was holding was filled with scalding heat, Ling Qingyu kindly didn't throw him out. He could only help him lie down on the soft couch, and then looked at him with an open-mouthed expression. Alan said: Why are you standing there? Come and see. If you die here, we won't be able to tell.

Oh! Alan hadn't woken up from what Cheng Jia said with an angelic smile as soon as he came in with two slap marks and saw Ling Qingyu: I was kicked out by my father and I have no place to live. You can take me in. He brought some Shaking his head in confusion, Fang took his hand and felt his pulse.

After checking his pulse, Alan frowned and went to untie his collar. Ling Qingyu hurriedly stopped her and said, Alan, we can't take advantage of others. If you want to untie him, you can go to a place where no one is around at night to do it.

Alan glared at her and said, I have to see his injury. He pushed Ling Qingyu's hand away and untied the thin summer shirt. He saw a few marks on the skin of his upper body, which was as white as fine mutton fat and white jade. A purple-black footprint.

You are so cruel, this person kicked him. Alan shook his head and put on his clothes first, and said: He must have had a serious illness when he was a child and lost his body, and then he never got recuperation. Besides, this person is using his brain. He moved too much and hurt his vitality. He was already in poor health, and he was kicked too hard. He needs to live a healthy life for a while.

He just said he was kicked out by his father? Ling Qingyu looked at Alan and asked.

Well, he also said that he had no place to go and asked you to take him in. Could it be that his father kicked him? What a cruel father? How could such a good son be willing to kick him? Alan sighed.

His father is Cheng Xiang...

Pretend I didn't say anything! Alan put down Cheng Jia's hand and said, What do you say? To keep it or not? If so, I'll get the medicine.

What if I say I won't stay? Ling Qingyu said hesitantly. Seeing Alan, he stared directly at him, with a look in his eyes that said, Shouldn't you be trying to win over him and trick him into working for you? You actually gave up such a good opportunity. Are you a pig?

Okay, anyway, the Jianjia courtyard has been tidied up. Seeing Alan smiling so hard that his eyebrows arched, Ling Qingyu said, I'll leave the responsibility of taking care of it to you!

A wall has been built between the area set aside in Jianjia courtyard and the main courtyard here, and two separate entrances and exits have been opened, just like it was separated from Dingguo Gong's residence. When Han Ju came back that day After hearing the news, he sighed and moved into Jianjiayuan. In this way, Cheng Jia was just staying with a friend and had nothing to do with Mrs. Dingguo.

After receiving the news in the evening, Cheng Xiang sat alone in the study for a long time. Finally, he sent a bookcase to send the luggage and Cheng Jia's official uniform to Jianjiayuan.

What do you want to do? Han Zong looked at Cheng Jia, who was leaning on the bed with a pale face, and said with a serious expression.

Don't you also want to borrow my power? Cheng Jia said with a faint smile: Han Xie, I want to ask, what do you want to do? The things that are being reported in Bianjing have happened before, but why are they concentrated in Come out during this period of time? You used to avoid Bianjing. Yang Zhao died unjustly and it was too late for her to hate. Why did you go to Bianjing to develop and open more and more Ling's shops in Bianjing? Yan Yan, who used to be inseparable from her, What are the Seven Shadows and Thirteen doing? She used to look down on those scholars the most, and now she actually wants to enter their circle. Han Ye, tell me, what exactly does she want to do?

You quarreled with your father over this kind of thing? Han Zong frowned and asked.

Cheng Jia shook his head gently and said, I told my father that I only want to marry one woman in this life, and that is Yang Zhao's widow.

Han Ye stared at him dumbfounded for a while and said, Are you crazy? No wonder your father beat you! I'd beat you up too!

I'm not crazy, Han Ye. I have also thought about marrying a woman of the right family, just like my friends from my father's generation, who treat each other with equal respect and live like a guest, Cheng Jia smiled bitterly and said, But I can't do it. After my father told me who he liked, I definitely wanted to take a look and see what that woman looked like. But no matter who I looked at, I was unwilling. Every time I couldn't help but compare, and every time I compared. Same person. Cough cough cough!”

Seeing that his face was red from coughing, Han Zong sighed inaudibly and gave him a tea bowl. After seeing that he still coughed a lot before he stopped after drinking water, a sickly flush appeared on his face. Said: But you also know that the head of the family has always loved only those two people.

But they are all dead, right? A dead person can no longer accompany her, love her, and help her. Cheng Jia wiped the water stains at the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and looked into Han Shuo's eyes. A dazzling fire light lit up.

If you knew what she wanted to do, see if you could still say this! Han Ye cursed in his heart, but said no more, As a friend, I advise you to give up.

Giving up? I've been suppressing my heart for two years. Cheng Jia laughed softly and said, I can't suppress it anymore, Han Zong, I can't suppress it anymore... What did you do because you wanted to Bianjing takes revenge, it doesn’t matter, I’ll help you! Once the suppressed sparks set off a prairie fire, they cannot be extinguished. Even if they are burned to ashes in the end, there is no turning back.

Cheng Jia did what he said, and went to see Han Shuo the next day. He walked around the place where he was said to be taken out. Not only did he put forward suggestions for modifications, but he also directly drew the drawings. After walking around with Han Shuo, he I went to the waterside pavilion to have a cup of tea and take out some of the more delicious snacks made by Cangsum.

After a few days like this, Alan asked Ling Qingyu in confusion, didn't you mean that Mr. Zhu said he wanted you to win over this great talent from Cheng Jiacheng? Why do you mock him every day and treat him as a busker? Aren't you supposed to coax him into flattering him and treat him tenderly? Tenderness may be wrong, but at least you should learn from me. Even if you don't understand what he is playing, you should immediately applaud to show your admiration?

Ling Qingyu thought for a long time and then replied, this is really a habit, he looks like a bitch.

After traveling to Duke Dingguo's mansion for several days, Zheng Jia was called to the study by his father as soon as he returned home.

I don’t know exactly what the two father and son said in the study. I don’t know the desk. I only know that a lot of things were smashed inside. When my son came out, he had two slap marks on his face, several footprints on his clothes, and even the corners of his mouth. Bloodshot, and then I heard the master roar: If you continue to be stubborn, get out of here!

The bookcase was still trembling with courage, so the young master went back to his room to change some clothes, and then left without looking back. He didn't even take any of their servants with him, so he just left.

Cheng Jia! Ling Qingyu screamed as she hugged the person who fainted towards her when they first met.

Seeing that there was no one behind him, and the body he was holding was filled with scalding heat, Ling Qingyu kindly didn't throw him out. He could only help him lie down on the soft couch, and then looked at him with an open-mouthed expression. Alan said: Why are you standing there? Come and see. If you die here, we won't be able to tell.

Oh! Alan hadn't woken up from what Cheng Jia said with an angelic smile as soon as he came in with two slap marks and saw Ling Qingyu: I was kicked out by my father and I have no place to live. You can take me in. He brought some Shaking his head in confusion, Fang took his hand and felt his pulse.

After checking his pulse, Alan frowned and went to untie his collar. Ling Qingyu hurriedly stopped her and said, Alan, we can't take advantage of others. If you want to untie him, you can go to a place where no one is around at night to do it.

Alan glared at her and said, I have to see his injury. He pushed Ling Qingyu's hand away and untied the thin summer shirt. He saw a few marks on the skin of his upper body, which was as white as fine mutton fat and white jade. A purple-black footprint.

You are so cruel, this person kicked him. Alan shook his head and put on his clothes first, and said: He must have had a serious illness when he was a child, and he lost his body, and then he never got recuperation. Besides, this person is using his brain. He moved too much and hurt his vitality. He was already in poor health, and he was kicked too hard. He needs to live a healthy life for a while.

He just said he was kicked out by his father? Ling Qingyu looked at Alan and asked.

Well, he also said that he had no place to go and asked you to take him in. Could it be that his father kicked him? What a cruel father? How could such a good son be willing to kick him? Alan sighed.

His father is Cheng Xiang...

Pretend I didn't say anything! Alan put down Cheng Jia's hand and said, What do you say? To keep it or not? If so, I'll get the medicine.

What if I say I won't stay? Ling Qingyu said hesitantly. Seeing Alan, he stared directly at him, with a look in his eyes that said, Shouldn't you be trying to win over him and trick him into working for you? You actually gave up such a good opportunity. Are you a pig?

Okay, anyway, the Jianjia courtyard has been tidied up. Seeing Alan smiling so hard that his eyebrows arched, Ling Qingyu said, I'll leave the responsibility of taking care of it to you!

A wall has been built between the area set aside in Jianjia courtyard and the main courtyard here, and two separate entrances and exits have been opened, just like it was separated from Dingguo Gong's residence. When Han Ju came back that day After hearing the news, he sighed and moved into Jianjiayuan. In this way, Cheng Jia was just staying with a friend and had nothing to do with Mrs. Dingguo.

After receiving the news in the evening, Cheng Xiang sat alone in the study for a long time. Finally, he sent a bookcase to send the luggage and Cheng Jia's official uniform to Jianjiayuan.

What do you want to do? Han Zong looked at Cheng Jia, who was leaning on the bed with a pale face, and said with a serious expression.

Don't you also want to borrow my power? Cheng Jia said with a faint smile: Han Xie, I want to ask, what do you want to do? The things that are being reported in Bianjing have happened before, but why are they concentrated in Come out during this period of time? You used to avoid Bianjing. Yang Zhao died unjustly and it was too late for her to hate. Why did you go to Bianjing to develop and open more and more Ling's shops in Bianjing? Yan Yan, who used to be inseparable from her, What are the Seven Shadows and Thirteen doing? She used to look down on those scholars the most, and now she actually wants to enter their circle. Han Ye, tell me, what exactly does she want to do?

You quarreled with your father over this kind of thing? Han Zong frowned and asked.

Cheng Jia shook his head gently and said, I told my father that I only want to marry one woman in this life, and that is Yang Zhao's widow.

Han Zong stared at him dumbfounded for a while and said, Are you crazy? No wonder your father beat you! I'd beat you up too!

I'm not crazy, Han Ye. I have also thought about marrying a woman of the right family, just like my friends from my father's generation, who treat each other with equal respect and live like a guest, Cheng Jia smiled bitterly and said, But I can't do it. After my father told me who he liked, I definitely wanted to take a look and see what that woman looked like. But no matter who I looked at, I was unwilling. Every time I couldn't help but compare, and every time I compared. Same person. Cough cough cough!”

Seeing that his face was red from coughing, Han Zong sighed inaudibly and gave him a tea bowl. After seeing that he still coughed a lot before he stopped after drinking water, a sickly flush appeared on his face. Said: But you also know that the head of the family has always loved only those two people.

But they are all dead, right? A dead person can no longer accompany her, love her, and help her. Cheng Jia wiped the water stains at the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief and looked into Han Shuo's eyes. A dazzling fire light lit up.

If you knew what she wanted to do, see if you could still say this! Han Ye cursed in his heart, but said no more, As a friend, I advise you to give up.

Giving up? I've been suppressing my heart for two years. Cheng Jia laughed softly and said, I can't suppress it anymore, Han Zong, I can't suppress it anymore... What did you do because you wanted to Bianjing takes revenge, it doesn’t matter, I’ll help you! Once the suppressed sparks set off a prairie fire, they cannot be extinguished. Even if they are burned to ashes in the end, there is no turning back.