Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The courtyard is not big, but it is extremely elegant. A few bamboo poles are swaying by the wall. There are a few purple water lilies blooming in a small pond. The orchid grass is in full bloom beside the pond, and the light fragrance floats all over the courtyard in the wind.

Cheng Xiang stood at the door of the courtyard and was stunned for a while. How long had it been since he had been to this courtyard? Ever since his son won the first prize at the age of sixteen, he has become extremely stable and proper in his dealings with others. He seems to have never worried about him again. Even though he knew that he was seriously ill this time, he thought that he could get out of it by himself and did not care about it. He had to consider There were too many things going on, and the emperor became more and more ridiculous. The Wang Xiang faction and the Dong Xiang faction were tit for tat, but they were unprecedentedly consistent in making money. He had done his best to keep Qingliu's remaining positions.

When he saw Cheng Jia this morning, he almost couldn't believe his eyes. After half a month of absence, his son was already so thin. When he came back and asked, he found out that he had been unable to eat for two days and was vomiting whatever he ate. He was shocked. Angry again, although I don't know why he was so angry that he vomited blood that day, but it must have something to do with that woman. Who is that woman, who can actually make her son with eyes on the top of his head so upset?

Master? The servant called out cautiously, holding a tray, which woke up Cheng Xiang, stamped his feet angrily, and walked into the house.

Father? Cheng Jia leaned on the bedside, looking at Cheng Xiang who rushed in with a pair of calm eyes, and called out.

That's all you have to do? Don't you want to live for a woman? Cheng Xiang raised his hands high, but when he saw his son's face that was so pale that there was no trace of blood, he couldn't put his hands down and said angrily.

My son doesn't want to live, Cheng Jia smiled lightly and said, It's just that I really can't eat.

Bring it to me! Cheng Xiang shouted, took a bowl of fragrant stewed porridge from the tray in the servant's hand, placed it in front of Cheng Jia, and said, Eat!

Cheng Jia picked up the porridge and swallowed it very obediently. Seeing the bowl of porridge reaching the bottom, Cheng Xiang showed a smile on his face and said: That's right, it's just a woman. You can't find anything like that. Arrived? I heard that the daughter of the Fu family is virtuous and extremely beautiful, and Mr. Fu has always liked you. As a father, please tell him.

Okay. Cheng Jia placed the empty bowl on the tray in the servant's hand and nodded with a smile.

Cheng Xiang was even more happy and sighed: Jia'er, you also know that my father is already old, and the Qingliu sect will all be handed over to you in the future! I...

Well... Cheng Jia, who had been listening to Cheng Xiang with a faint smile, suddenly covered his mouth, leaned out, and vomited loudly.

The porridge he had just eaten was spit out intact, with traces of black blood on it. Looking at Cheng Jia who was still vomiting, Cheng Xiang's face turned pale.

That's all. As if he had aged several years, Cheng Xiang stood up tremblingly, slowly walked towards the door, and sighed: You can do whatever you want, but you must not marry into the family!

Looking at his father's back, which seemed to have suddenly shriveled up, Cheng Jia slowly sat up, with a wry smile on his lips, which made the bloodshot eyes even brighter and more dazzling.

Just do whatever you want? Cheng Jia, think clearly about what you want? In fact, you already knew that, right?

Book the desk and prepare the sedan chair.

The door of Duke Dingguo's mansion was still closed. Cheng Jia stood at the foot of the steps holding the bookcase and looked at the painting case. He knocked on the door. The wind blew a few pieces of paper money from the other end of the street, which made him startled. Then he remembered that tomorrow is It’s the Hungry Ghost Festival.

Please tell Madam, our young master really wants to see you for something! Hua An put his foot in the crack of the door and said to the guard who wanted to close the door as soon as he saw them.

Our wife is in mourning and cannot see outsiders. The guard said coldly, and then prepared to force the door to close.

Please tell Master Qi that Cheng can find a way to get the account of the Ministry of War. Cheng Jia took two steps forward and whispered.

The guard's expression changed slightly, he said just wait and closed the door.

Sir, would you like to take a rest? He looked at Cheng Jia's pale face worriedly and advised in the book.

Cheng Jia shook his head and just looked at the door, as if his eyes had passed through the layers of doors to the innermost one.

The door opened with a creak. Yan Qi crossed his arms and looked at the crumbling Cheng Jia, and then said: Come in alone.

Patting the hand on the desk with a worried look on his face, Cheng Jia took a deep breath and followed Yan Qi into the door.

Ling Qingyu didn't expect that in just over half a month, Cheng Jia was so thin that he could not be described as emaciated. He was stunned for a moment, stood up, and called out: Go and call Alan over.

After walking so long, Cheng Jia had reached her limit. She leaned on the soft couch and sat down by herself. Then she picked up the tea bowl on the table and took a sip of water. Fang raised his head and said, Jia wants to talk to you alone. ,feasible?

Ling Qingyu's face darkened, and seeing him silent, Cheng Jia was not in a hurry, just sipping the cold tea in the tea bowl.

Yan Qi.

Yan Qi nodded and waved gently. The maids next to the waterside pavilion all retreated, and then he and Ying Jiu also retreated.

With your current strength, even with the full help of Heishuiguan, it is impossible to take over the world. However, if the Zhou Dynasty is first allowed to have internal strife and each faction has its own losses, and then begins to gradually engulf it, it will be possible. However, How can you be sure that those people will revolt? But it doesn't matter. If they don't revolt, you will naturally find a way to make them revolt. The 30 million yuan for this war was only taken from the hands of the people. , most of them came from those big households. Although Wang Xiang’s proposal protected their interests and suppressed dissatisfaction, if people knew that the 30 million yuan was actually a profit for one family, let alone Dong Xianghui. If you think about it, other families will be dissatisfied. Looking at Ling Qingyu, who was slowly sitting across from him with a serious face, Cheng Jia smiled and said, When did you start wanting to check the Zhao family's military expenses?

During Chinese Valentine's Day, I heard Zhao Yinfeng's group of generals chatting. They said that they didn't get much money, and their expenses were not as much as those of the Forbidden Army. But I have calculated the accounts of Heishui Pass and know the approximate military expenditures. If they didn’t get the money, then where did the 30 million go? How did you know I was checking military spending?”

Jia also has some channels of his own. Since we know that Yan Qi and the others are from the Red Mansion, it is not difficult to find out. Cheng Jia raised his eyes and looked in the direction where Yan Qi was standing, and said with a smile: As long as we get to know Tianxiang It’s not difficult to know what kind of guests the girls on the floor like to receive recently, and if you ask those guests and the girls what **** topics they talk about.”

Yan Qi snorted lowly. He had murderous intent at that moment. Could it be that someone below him had leaked the news? Ling Qingyu was right, this kid was indeed too smart.

You have financial resources, Yan Qi's intelligence network, and Heishuiguan's military strength, but these are not enough. If there is really an uprising, Yan Qi's intelligence network is too weak, and financial resources without force protection are not worth mentioning. , as for the military strength of Heishui Pass, they are too far away, and once they show their heads, they may be jointly attacked. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot defeat the combination of the Zhao family and the Forbidden Army. So you can only provoke them to fight among themselves first. , the question is, how do you provoke a fight? You need someone in the government, and I am the most suitable! We make a deal, I help you, if you want to provoke their disputes, make their ambitions expand and take risks, I will come forward. And In return…”

Although he kept his face calm and calm, Ling Qingyu was already screaming in his heart, should he be so smart? When I heard the last few words, my face became a little tense. I stared at him with a surprised look for a few seconds, then pretended to be calm and picked up the tea bowl, trying to think of how to answer this question by drinking water. sentence.

I want to be your man. Cheng Jiarong's face was light, his smile was gentle, and his voice was extremely soft.

puff! Ling Qingyu squirted out a mouthful of water.

Elegantly and calmly, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the water stains on his face. Cheng Jia said: This is the most beneficial to you. You bear the lives of so many people. You can only succeed but not fail. One more of me, That’s a little more protection. Well, Jianjia Courtyard is too far away, so I want the Qiaoyuan Courtyard next to you.”

Why? After coughing twice, Ling Qingyu asked with a hint of embarrassment: Why?

Cheng Jia couldn't hold it anymore and fell down on the soft couch, but he still maintained his elegant demeanor and said with a lazy smile: I have been thinking about what you said for a long time. If I don't help You, you will definitely not succeed. What you said is right. If you want this country to truly get better, you can’t do it without completely destroying it. In this case, Jia will help you.

Ling Qingyu looked at him for a while and said, What does that have to do with you being my man?

Cheng Jia's body slowly curled up, and his voice was weak, as if it was inaudible, and said: Linglong Dice An Hongdou, I miss you deeply, do you know...

The courtyard is not big, but it is extremely elegant. A few bamboo poles are swaying by the wall. There are a few purple water lilies blooming in a small pond. The orchid grass is in full bloom beside the pond, and the light fragrance floats all over the courtyard in the wind.

Cheng Xiang stood at the door of the courtyard and was stunned for a while. How long had it been since he had been to this courtyard? Ever since his son won the first prize at the age of sixteen, he has become extremely stable and proper in his dealings with others. He seems to have never worried about him again. Even though he knew that he was seriously ill this time, he thought that he could get out of it by himself and did not care about it. He had to consider There were too many things going on, and the emperor became more and more ridiculous. The Wang Xiang faction and the Dong Xiang faction were in tit-for-tat, but they were unprecedentedly consistent in making money. He had done his best to keep Qingliu's remaining positions.

When he saw Cheng Jia this morning, he almost couldn't believe his eyes. After half a month of absence, his son was already so thin. When he came back and asked, he found out that he had been unable to eat for two days and was vomiting whatever he ate. He was shocked. Angry again, although I don't know why he was so angry that he vomited blood that day, but it must have something to do with that woman. Who is that woman, who can actually make her son with eyes on the top of his head so upset?

Master? The servant called out cautiously, holding a tray, which woke up Cheng Xiang, stamped his feet angrily, and walked into the house.

Father? Cheng Jia leaned on the bedside, looking at Cheng Xiang who rushed in with a pair of calm eyes, and called out.

That's all you have to do? Don't you want to live for a woman? Cheng Xiang raised his hands high, but when he saw his son's face that was so pale that there was no trace of blood, he couldn't put his hands down and said angrily.

My son doesn't want to live, Cheng Jia smiled lightly and said, It's just that I really can't eat.

Bring it to me! Cheng Xiang shouted, took a bowl of fragrant stewed porridge from the tray in the servant's hand, placed it in front of Cheng Jia, and said, Eat!

Cheng Jia picked up the porridge and swallowed it very obediently. Seeing the bowl of porridge reaching the bottom, Cheng Xiang showed a smile on his face and said: That's right, it's just a woman. You can't find anything like that. Arrived? I heard that the daughter of the Fu family is virtuous and extremely beautiful, and Mr. Fu has always liked you. As a father, please tell him.

Okay. Cheng Jia placed the empty bowl on the tray in the servant's hand and nodded with a smile.

Cheng Xiang was even more happy and sighed: Jia'er, you also know that my father is already old, and the Qingliu sect will all be handed over to you in the future! I...

Well... Cheng Jia, who had been listening to Cheng Xiang with a faint smile, suddenly covered his mouth, leaned out, and vomited loudly.

The porridge he had just eaten was spit out intact, with traces of black blood on it. Looking at Cheng Jia who was still vomiting, Cheng Xiang's face turned pale.

That's all. As if he had aged several years, Cheng Xiang stood up tremblingly, slowly walked towards the door, and sighed: You can do whatever you want, but you must not marry into the family!

Looking at his father's back, which seemed to have suddenly shriveled up, Cheng Jia slowly sat up, with a wry smile on his lips, which made the bloodshot eyes even brighter and more dazzling.

Just do whatever you want? Cheng Jia, think clearly about what you want? In fact, you already knew that, right?

Book the desk and prepare the sedan chair.

The door of Duke Dingguo's mansion was still closed. Cheng Jia stood at the foot of the steps holding the bookcase and looked at the painting case. He knocked on the door. The wind blew a few pieces of paper money from the other end of the street, which made him startled. Then he remembered that tomorrow is It’s the Hungry Ghost Festival.

Please tell Madam, our young master really wants to see you for something! Hua An put his foot in the crack of the door and said to the guard who wanted to close the door as soon as he saw them.

Our wife is in mourning and cannot see outsiders. The guard said coldly, and then prepared to force the door to close.

Please tell Master Qi that Cheng can find a way to get the account of the Ministry of War. Cheng Jia took two steps forward and whispered.

The guard's expression changed slightly, he said just wait and closed the door.

Sir, would you like to take a rest? He looked at Cheng Jia's pale face worriedly and advised in the book.

Cheng Jia shook his head and just looked at the door, as if his eyes had passed through the layers of doors to the innermost one.

The door opened with a creak. Yan Qi crossed his arms and looked at the crumbling Cheng Jia, and then said: Come in alone.

Patting the hand on the desk with a worried look on his face, Cheng Jia took a deep breath and followed Yan Qi into the door.

Ling Qingyu didn't expect that in just over half a month, Cheng Jia was so thin that he could not be described as emaciated. He was stunned for a moment, stood up, and called out: Go and call Alan over.

After walking so long, Cheng Jia had reached her limit. She leaned on the soft couch and sat down by herself. Then she picked up the tea bowl on the table and took a sip of water. Fang raised his head and said, Jia wants to talk to you alone. ,feasible?

Ling Qingyu's face darkened, and seeing him silent, Cheng Jia was not in a hurry, just sipping the cold tea in the tea bowl.

Yan Qi.

Yan Qi nodded and waved gently. The maids next to the waterside pavilion all retreated, and then he and Ying Jiu also retreated.

With your current strength, even with the full help of Heishuiguan, it is impossible to take over the world. However, if the Zhou Dynasty is first allowed to have internal strife and each faction has its own losses, and then begins to gradually engulf it, it will be possible. However, How can you be sure that those people will revolt? But it doesn't matter. If they don't revolt, you will naturally find a way to make them revolt. The 30 million yuan for this war was only taken from the hands of the people. , most of them came from those big households. Although Wang Xiang’s proposal protected their interests and suppressed dissatisfaction, if people knew that the 30 million yuan was actually a profit for one family, let alone Dong Xianghui. If you think about it, other families will be dissatisfied. Looking at Ling Qingyu, who was slowly sitting across from him with a serious face, Cheng Jia smiled and said, When did you start wanting to check the Zhao family's military expenses?

During the Chinese Valentine's Day, I heard Zhao Yinfeng's group of generals chatting. They said that they didn't get much money, and their expenses were not as much as those of the Forbidden Army. But I have calculated the accounts of Heishui Pass and know the approximate military expenditures. If they didn’t get the money, then where did the 30 million go? How did you know I was checking military spending?”

Jia also has some channels of his own. Since we know that Yan Qi and the others are from the Red Mansion, it is not difficult to find out. Cheng Jia raised his eyes and looked in the direction where Yan Qi was standing, and said with a smile: As long as we get to know Tianxiang It’s not difficult to know what kind of guests the girls on the floor like to receive recently, and if you ask those guests and the girls what **** topics they talk about.”

Yan Qi snorted lowly. He had murderous intent at that moment. Could it be that someone below him had leaked the news? Ling Qingyu was right, this kid was indeed too smart.

You have financial resources, Yan Qi's intelligence network, and Heishuiguan's military strength, but these are not enough. If there is really an uprising, Yan Qi's intelligence network is too weak, and financial resources without force protection are not worth mentioning. , as for the military strength of Heishui Pass, they are too far away, and once they show their heads, they may be jointly attacked. No matter how powerful they are, they cannot defeat the combination of the Zhao family and the Forbidden Army. So you can only provoke them to fight among themselves first. , the question is, how do you provoke a fight? You need someone in the government, and I am the most suitable! We make a deal, I help you, if you want to provoke their disputes, make their ambitions expand and take risks, I will come forward. And In return…”

Although he kept his face calm and calm, Ling Qingyu was already screaming in his heart, should he be so smart? When I heard the last few words, my face became a little tense. I stared at him with a surprised look for a few seconds, then pretended to be calm and picked up the tea bowl, trying to think of how to answer this question by drinking water. sentence.

I want to be your man. Cheng Jiarong's face was light, his smile was gentle, and his voice was extremely soft.

puff! Ling Qingyu squirted out a mouthful of water.

Elegantly and calmly, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the water stains on his face. Cheng Jia said: This is the most beneficial to you. You bear the lives of so many people. You can only succeed but not fail. One more of me, That’s a little more protection. Well, Jianjia Courtyard is too far away, so I want the Qiaoyuan Courtyard next to you.”

Why? After coughing twice, Ling Qingyu asked with a hint of embarrassment: Why?

Cheng Jia couldn't hold it anymore and fell down on the soft couch, but he still maintained his elegant demeanor and said with a lazy smile: I have been thinking about what you said for a long time. If I don't help You, you will definitely not succeed. What you said is right. If you want this country to truly get better, you can’t do it without completely destroying it. In this case, Jia will help you.

Ling Qingyu looked at him for a while and said, What does that have to do with you being my man?

Cheng Jia's body slowly curled up, and his voice was weak, as if it was inaudible, and said: Linglong Dice An Hongdou, I miss you deeply, do you know...