Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

In early September, the day before the Liao delegation was about to arrive, the list of officials and nobles accompanying them on the autumn hunt was finally released.

Being able to accompany the emperor to participate in the Autumn Hunting is a very high honor, and being taken by the Emperor is itself a sign of winning the Emperor's favor, so every time the Autumn Hunting List is filled with undercurrents, this time it is even more so.

There is no other reason. Emperor Xiwen himself is not interested in Qiu Shou. He only decides to bring beauties and handsome men to the harem. As for who to bring, that is the matter of the political affairs hall. Therefore, this time is not so much a test of who To win Emperor Xiwen's heart, it's better to see who is on whose team.

As a result, the number of people who went this time became the largest in the history of the Zhou Dynasty.

However, after breaking his head, Ling Qingyu did not expect that he would become one of them.

Am I not a ****? Am I not allowed to go out? What's going on? Ling Qingyu pointed at the official document.

Cheng Jia frowned, tapped the fan in his hand, and said: I asked Fan Zheng, he said that you were asked to participate by Prime Minister Dong and Prime Minister Wang directly. He said that in the last war, Xiao Sui was defeated by Yang Zhao has it in his hands, so this time I want you to come forward and show off the country’s prestige.”

You're a liar! Zhao has already died in battle, how can you show off your country's prestige! Ling Qingyu cursed again and asked her to participate. As long as she saw Emperor Xi Wen saw Xiao Sui and saw the group of people who collectively forced Yang Zhao to death , she couldn't help but chop at him with a knife.

Although they were annoyed, they had to go. After asking about Qiu Shou's rules and requirements, Yan Qi and Ying Shisan began to get busy.

Because the houses in the paddock are limited, most people have to live in tents, and the number of followers they can bring is also limited according to their level. After entering the paddock, the restrictions are even more severe.

Ying Jiu took Ye Po to the paddock in advance to check the terrain. Ying Thirteen was responsible for all material preparations. Yan Qi got the list of people going this time and checked who was in danger one by one.

The port in Shanghai has been established, the inland ships built in Quanzhou have been handed over to Longmen to start running on the Yangtze River, and the offshore routes have also begun to open up. This year, the weather has been good and the products are rich. The output of the farms and the acquisition of shops in various places have also been reported. Come up.

After being angry for a long time, Ling Qingyu had no time to think about it anymore and began to seriously consider her national economic plan.

The autumn sunshine shines in from the window, making the light in the study room with the wide open window extremely bright. The green smoke curls up from the incense burner in the corner, and the smell is very clear and elegant. It is the incense mixed by Cheng Jia himself, and even Ling Qingyu's pair of scents People who don't have a cold like it very much.

Ling Qingyu was sitting at the desk doing calculations and drawing charts in front of a pile of account books and letters. Cheng Jia was writing his national policies on the table next to him. After a while, Cheng Jia would put down his pen and order a new pot of tea and pour a cup for him. Ling Qingyu, who was completely immersed in his own affairs, usually drank directly, leaving the person waiting on the desk speechless, but not surprised.

Cheng Jia has seen some of Ling Qingyu's planning drawings, and sometimes gives some suggestions, but most of the time, the two of them work on their own. Except for the sound of charcoal drawing on paper, the study room is silent, but Very peaceful.

Cheng Jia occasionally raised his head and looked at Ling Qingyu holding the charcoal, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, sometimes narrowing his smile. His expressions were so rich that he smiled unconsciously, and felt that he had never been so fulfilled and peaceful in his heart.

The years are quiet.

On September 18, after a grand ceremony, the large group of people began to walk to the paddock. From the imperial guards who first opened the way to the entourage who finally left the city, they walked about ten miles on the official road.

Autumn hunting is an autumn hunt, and hunting naturally requires soldiers. This time, not only the imperial guards battalion participated, but also Zhao Yinfeng and his subordinates who escorted the Liao envoy to Beijing.

Zhao Yinfeng came back this time with a lot of anger. According to what he thought, he should take advantage of this moment to attack from both sides with Yeluye to completely defeat Xiao Sui, and then go to attack Yeluye and take over the land of Liao Kingdom. Have it for yourself. He was just gearing up to prepare for war, but he received orders from Zhao Mingliang and the old man not to send troops! Zhao Yinfeng knew that sending troops privately would definitely be investigated by the court, but Zhao Mingliang's letter stated that he was not allowed to send troops. Not only was he not allowed to send troops, but he also had to cooperate with Xiao Sui to negotiate peace with Dazhou. Zhao Yinfeng knew that Xiao Sui must have something in his hands. Zhao Mingliang used this leverage to get the Zhao family to come forward and eliminate the threat from Da Zhou in exchange for time to fight Yelu Ye.

As soon as he came back, Zhao Yinfeng approached the old man and repeatedly explained that this was a great opportunity. If he could take the opportunity to take back the Jiuzhou outside Yanyun and even destroy the Liao Kingdom, it would be a great achievement. But the old man just said, what if Xiao Sui simply gave up Yelu Ye and focused on fighting the Zhao Jiajun? Then the Zhao family's army was all lost, and even if there was any credit in the end, it was not the Zhao family's. Then he ordered him in a very stern tone to follow Zhao Mingliang's command in the future, because he had already passed on the position of the head of the Zhao family to Zhao Mingliang.

Feeling depressed, Zhao Yinfeng went to have a drink with Gao Wenhe who was still in Bianjing. Then he heard Gao Wenhe talk about the Mid-Autumn Festival and Gao Wenhe lamented that Yang Zhao was really lucky to have such a wife, and he felt even better. uncomfortable. The Zhao family was the main culprit for Yang Zhao's death. Although they had always been quarrelsome with Yang Zhao and Zhao Yinfeng, they also truly admired him. A generation of fierce generals actually died under a conspiracy, but he knew about it at the time but did not inform him. Yang Zhao, this became a thorn in his heart.

Not to mention that woman, Zhao Yinfeng couldn't help but look at the two carriages at the back of the team again.

The people accompanying them were all high-ranking officials and wealthy families from Bianjing. Each vehicle was more gorgeous than the next, and there were more servants than each family. When the female family members poked their heads out to look at the scenery, they sang and danced. Only in the Dingguo Duke's Mansion, although the carriage was large, it was inconspicuous. There were not many guards beside it, and the woman didn't even show her head.

This woman was also a thorn in his heart, inserted deep into his heart that he didn't even know he had. Normally he couldn't think of it, but once she was touched by chance, it would cause him a very uncomfortable and heart-pounding pain. What's more, now because of the Zhao family, she has become a **** who doesn't even have children.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the high-flying flags of the imperial guards on both sides of the road. The woman... On the second day after returning to Bianjing, Wang Huilan sent someone to meet him at Ci'an Temple on the outskirts of Beijing. As soon as they met, Wang Huilan cried bitterly and rushed forward. Zhao Yinfeng was so frightened that he jumped back three steps. Then he saluted the second princess in a serious manner, which made Wang Huilan stop. Then he turned and rushed towards her. Crying at the table. From what she said intermittently as she cried in agony, Zhao Yinfeng roughly understood what she meant. It was nothing more than that she was wronged, painful, and pitiful. She was framed, and was demoted to a concubine by the second prince. Now she is in the palace. Difficult situations, all kinds of things.

Zhao Yinfeng was speechless. He didn't know why Wang Huilan came to see him specifically. After listening to her cry for two quarters of an hour, when she couldn't help but prepare to leave, Wang Huilan revealed her purpose. She hoped that Zhao Yinfeng could be directly loyal to the second prince, so that she could retain her position as queen when the second prince ascended the throne. .

Zhao Yinfeng just bowed his hands and left. He didn't know whether Wang Huilan was stupid or he just seemed to be a stupid person who was easy to deceive. This time Zhao Mingliang left the second prince and one hundred thousand new troops in Weizhou. There was already a rift between Zhao Mingliang and the second prince. After the second prince made good friends with Heishui Pass, the rift became even bigger, so the second prince The prince then set his sights on him? No, the second prince is not that stupid. He wants his wife, who is now a concubine, to impress a border general with his old love. If he wants to find her, he should go to him directly to impress him with benefits. So, it was Wang Huilan's own idea to let him help her based on their previous friendship. However, how could she have so much confidence that they really had the friendship before that would allow him to do this for her? To talk about friendship, it should be the grace that he saved her three times when she was a child! Thinking of the expression on Wang Huilan's face when he left, thinking that he had agreed, Zhao Yinfeng suddenly felt that it was really cheating for him to be rumored to be in love with Wang Huilan before!

Such a woman!

Shaking his head, Zhao Yinfeng stopped thinking about that matter and looked at the front of the team with squinted eyes. The convoy of the Liao State Mission was right in front of the Zhao family. At this time, Zhao Mingliang was afraid that he would sneak into Xiao Sui's car again.

Zhao Yinfeng had a terrible guess about what the old man and Zhao Mingliang were thinking, but he was unwilling to face it. He could only pretend that he didn't know and continue to be his general.

The paddock is some distance from Bianjing, so the army stopped to rest on the way that night. Each family set up their own tents in the designated area. The servants were very busy fetching water and cooking, while the masters and men Some went hunting, some of the women were resting in tents, and some were walking outside surrounded by maids and women.

Autumn hunting is the best time for encounters. Not only the women can see the young men wearing bright clothes and angry horses, but the young people can also get a glimpse of the demeanor of those young girls.

Yan Qi didn't bring many guards, neither Su Mu nor Xie Sanlang did so. There were only four of him, Ying Jiuying and Thirteen Night Souls, plus the twelve personal guards brought by Wang Zuo. In this kind of situation, one was not Maybe I brought too many people, but secondly, if something really happens, it can’t be solved by more people. In addition to their guards, Bai Wei and two maids also came with them. After all, in such an open place, Ling Qingyu didn't know what would happen if he was seen being served by only men.

The Ling family brought their own food. As soon as the meat on the grill began to smell fragrant, Cheng Jia came over to find it.

After looking at the tent, Cheng Jia sat casually by the fire and asked, Why don't you come out?

Are you kidding me? Ying Thirteen glanced at him, then turned the meat over on the grill.

After all, Ling Qingyu was still a new widow. Maybe he brought her here this time just to see her laugh, so he could show his face at this time.

Don't you still have Alan's mask? Just let her look like a maid. Cheng Jia said with a smile. There were rumors outside that Mrs. Yang had never gone out. He had thought so before, and had been heartbroken about it for a long time. As a result, she couldn't go out anywhere. Wearing a mask, this person ate all the delicious food stalls in the streets and alleys of Bianjing. .

She said it's better to be honest here. After all, there are too many enemies. If you're not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. Ying Shisan handed a piece of roasted meat to Cheng Jia and said.

Cheng Jia nodded, took the meat and took a bite, then stood up and said, I will keep an eye on her then. After entering the paddock, there will be an emperor's heaven-sacrifice ceremony. They, the guards, are not allowed to enter, but that scene , and no one should be stupid enough to cause trouble for Ling Qingyu.

There were already various looks from the side. Cheng Jia took the plate and took a few pieces of meat under Ying Shisan's gaze, then walked leisurely back to the Cheng residence.

Cheng Xiang was leaning on the couch in the tent. Aunt Yue was rubbing his shoulders and beating his legs. When Cheng Jia came in, he first saluted and then continued to beat Cheng Xiang's legs.

Go and see Xu'er. Cheng Xiangwei ordered with his eyes closed. Aunt Yue responded, got up and walked out of the tent.

Cheng Jia placed the plate in front of Cheng Xiang. The rich smell of meat made Cheng Xiang unconsciously open his eyes and sit up.

Seeing his father biting a piece of meat with a look of enjoyment on his face, Cheng Jia smiled and said, Brother Xun is almost five years old. Shouldn't it be time for father to let him go to school?

Cheng Xiang was startled for a moment, then nodded. His first wife passed away early after leaving him a son and a daughter. His son showed great talent since he was a child, and he also had some feelings for the aunt who was promoted to a personal maid at that time, so he did not renew the relationship, but concentrated on cultivating her. Son, later he reached the position of Prime Minister and was busy with official affairs, so his son could no longer take care of it. Fortunately, this son was really up to date. Even if no one took care of him, he became the youngest number one scholar in Dazhou. After that, he didn't take care of it anymore. son. As for the little son born to Aunt Yue, he had never cared about it. Now that Cheng Jia mentioned it, he remembered that Cheng Xu was already five years old, but he was still raising him in front of Aunt Yue. It was indeed not good.

But this son who had never let him worry about him was now really giving him a headache. Not only did he live with the woman, but he also made his position semi-public, which made him, a prime minister who had always maintained a centrist attitude, very passive.

Father, the Dong family and the Wang family are too arrogant. If they ascend the throne, it will definitely be detrimental to us and Qingliu. Father, have you ever thought about the fourth prince? Looking at the resentful eyes of the prime minister, Cheng Jia twisted a piece of Meat asked with a smile.

Fourth Prince? Cheng Xiang sat up unconsciously and looked at Cheng Jia with a deeper look. Behind the fourth prince is the Deng family, which can be regarded as a scholarly family, and is most liked by Emperor Xiwen. Emperor Xiwen has mentioned to him several times in private that he wants to make the fourth prince a prince.

The fourth prince, Corporal Li Xian, is very friendly to the scholars, and he does not have a strong background. He must rely on our Qingliu for support. It is much easier to control than the Dong family and Wang family who regard us as enemies. As if not seeing Cheng Xiang's gaze, Cheng Jia lowered his eyes and said.

Jia'er, we'd better not get involved in the prince's affairs. Just keep waiting and watching. Cheng Xiang said in a deep voice.

If, my son understands. Cheng Jia responded, then pushed the plate closer to Cheng Xiang, stood up and left the tent.

He knew very well who his father was. He was said to be the leader of Qingliu, but he was actually the most powerful person. No matter who the eldest prince or the second prince came to power, someone would definitely have to overpower him. How could his father allow this to happen? He has been keeping quiet about the matter of establishing a prince, for fear that he might have something in mind. After trying it today, it turned out to be the case.

In this case, both Prime Minister Cheng and Emperor Xiwen would not choose the crown prince when they thought the time was not ripe. In the future, the competition in the court would inevitably become more dangerous! However, these have nothing to do with him. As long as someone takes the initiative, they will naturally fight to the death. As long as they can't bear it anymore and give a fatal blow, the dynasty will collapse.

I don’t know how long such happy days can last...

Because Yan Qi's appearance was too beautiful, Ling Qingyu asked Yan Qi to follow him in the carriage without showing up outside. After reading so many gossips handed over by the Red Mansion, I can sum up that the wealthy families in Bianjing are really the base camp for bloody dramas. Not to mention the women, the men go to extremes, except for those who pick off ashes and rob. Good people, there are many people who like chrysanthemums. Most people keep a few beautiful little ones just to relieve their internal heat. Although Yan Qi is older, his appearance and temperament are becoming more and more charming. I think if someone takes a fancy to him...

I'm afraid I won't even be able to get my life back if my anus is fucked at such an old age. As if talking to himself, Ling Qingyu didn't notice that he was speaking out what was in his heart.

Yan Qi smiled, hugged her waist from behind, and said with a smile: Don't worry, I won't let anyone touch me. Besides, aren't you having fun with my anus?

Ling Qingyu's face turned red, and he would regret it forever if he made a mistake!

Seeing her glaring at her with an angry and crimson face, Yan Qi couldn't help but hug her tighter, and then kissed her lips.

Yan Qi, this is outside... As soon as Ling Qingyu said this, his mouth was blocked even more tightly, and then he was released with a slight cough from Ying Shisan who brought in the food, and he felt even more angry. He glared at Yan Qi.

Yan Qi just chuckled and waved for Ying Shisan to go out. Then he took her hand and reached inside his clothes. He smiled softly and said, I'll teach you another move today, okay?

Her curvaceous body was lying on the soft cushion, her beautiful buttocks were raised, her charming eyes were as silky as teasing her with water mist, and she held her hand with his warm hand and moved it towards her buttocks. Ling Qingyu felt a heat on his nose, quickly raised his head, slapped his buttocks with his hand, and said, Still playing!

Yan Qi chuckled, turned over, took a handkerchief to help her wipe away the nosebleeds, hugged her and said with a smile: Just admit it if you like it, I also like to be fucked like this by you, she said and said He walked up and said with a smile, Both the front and the back like it.

Ling Qingyu glared at him with sideways eyes. After knowing Yan Qi for so many years, she now knows what this person's nature is like. He is simply a fairy! In addition to martial arts, Yan Qi learned about sex in the Red Mansion. In order to avenge Wang Yi, he even specialized in chrysanthemum studies. How to make the latter happy? He learned it carefully, so he could make a cautious person like Wang Yi Following his advice, after Ling Qingyu got drunk that day, Yan Qi began to teach Ling Qingyu everything she had learned, so that she could truly understand and experience how to make a man happy, and looked at her confused, shy but curious look. It seemed to please Yan Qi very much, and he has been enjoying ****ing her ever since.

Yan Qi, you... Ling Qingyu snorted as she glanced at him up and down with unkind eyes.

Yan Qi, who was lying on her shoulder, chuckled twice, and then said softly: I will only do this to you. Don't worry, if someone touches me in the future, they will definitely touch my body.

Yan Qi! Ling Qingyu covered his mouth and said with anger on his face: Don't say that!

Yes, Yan Qi smiled and took her hand and said, I understand, even if it's a corpse, only you can touch it, okay?