Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Watching the inconspicuous green-covered carriage go away, He Li glanced at Ye Shiyi behind him and said, I'll rush back to Xuzhou right now.

Yes. Ling Qingyu nodded. Huai'an is willing to open the door. Ye Shiyi will go around Hongze Lake and capture Suqian, which will cut off Xuzhou's retreat. The pressure on He Li's side will be much easier.

He Li, Ling Qingyu couldn't help but call out after seeing He Li waving his hand to the bodyguard to bring his horse over, looking at him with worry in his eyes.

The Battle of Xuzhou was no better than before. Several attacks on the city were unsuccessful. Not only Gao Liu and others in Wei Langgu City were injured, but He Li also suffered a lot of injuries. This was because he knew that peace talks with Huai'an would be detrimental to those scholars who would suppress them in the future. It would cause trouble, so Ling Qingyu had to come in person. Not to mention generals like Wei Lang and others, those soldiers were all brought up from Heishui Pass. Their bravery and loyalty were unparalleled in the world. If they continue to be damaged like this, Ling Qingyu would be heartbroken.

Don't worry, I won't take the lead in attacking the city again. He Li shook her hand slightly and said with a smile: We should also leave some credit for the young people below. Those new soldiers can also use it to practice their skills. The murderous spirit and sophistication of the soldiers are all produced by using real swords and guns.

Eleven, He Li turned around and called Ye Shiyi who was standing behind Ling Qingyu. He Li said with a smile: Huai'an, let Qi Tingyan go. Once Huai'an is captured, attack Suqian directly. Don't give them the confidence to defend themselves. Opportunity.

yes!

The gentle breeze in the summer night brought a faint scent of lotus from the lake, blowing away the flowers on the dense crape myrtle trees in the courtyard. Little pink petals fell down, dancing with the wind in the clear moonlight.

Putting down the pen, stretched out, and looked up to see the bright moon that day. Picking up the tea bowl, Ling Qingyu looked at Ying Shisan who was sitting aside to help her organize the documents, and asked: Shisan, what happened?

Ying Thirteen paused with his hands, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He had concealed it very well, but was it still visible?

After categorizing the files, Ying Thirteen said in a light voice: Can I tell you a story?

Leaning back on the chair, Ling Qingyu looked like he was listening attentively, making Ying Shisan smile unconsciously, and then turned into a smile with a hint of astringency, saying: It's not a nice story, so-and-so There was a small town in the country. There was a scholar in the town who married the daughter of a tailor across the street and gave birth to a son. The family had a little money and lived a good life. Later, the scholar won three yuan in a row. When his son was five years old, he won the top prize in high school. A young lady from an aristocratic family fell in love with him and wanted to recruit him as her son-in-law. After learning that the man had a wife and children, she told the man that if he wanted to join her family as her son-in-law, his original wife would be reduced to an aunt, and that man Son, since he is married into a mother-in-law, naturally she can only give birth to an heir. After restraining his emotions, Ying Thirteen gave her some water and continued: The couple didn't hesitate for long before they called her. Their son, in front of the young lady, cut open the blood vessels on the child's wrist. They watched the son's blood flow all over the floor and cried out in pain. The couple did not feel any pity, and then handed over the dying child. The young lady sent people to throw them into a mass grave outside the city.

Ling Qingyu sat up suddenly, took Ying Thirteen's hands and opened his sleeves. He saw three shallow but still ferocious scars on his wrist, and felt great pain in his heart. After so many years, these scars are still so clear, which shows that back then How deep is the scratch? How painful it must be for a five-year-old child to be treated like this by his own parents. No wonder Ying Shisan has always been distrustful of people and wary of everyone.

Seeing the love and affection in her eyes, Ying Thirteen put his hand on hers and said, When such a parent dies, I am not sad at all. Instead, I feel happy. Am I being unfilial?

Ling Qingyu felt even more regretful in his heart and organized some words, saying: Thirteen, when parents give birth to children, they don't just give them life. If they don't love them, educate them and support them to grow up, then a life created in this way On the contrary, it is sin, not to mention the beasts who even kill their own children. They are not worthy of being human at all. No, beasts even know how to love and pity their own offspring. They are worse than beasts!

A bright smile appeared from the corner of his mouth. Ying Thirteen held her hand with his backhand and pressed his face against her palm. Even if everyone in the world despised him in the future, he would not care.

Master, Ye Shiyi came in from outside the courtyard carrying a tray. The two of them looked slightly startled, then placed the tray on the table and said with a smile, This was just sent by the farmer. It is said to be new this year. Can you try the lotus brewed wine?

Lotus stuffed? Ying Thirteen glanced at the bowl of green soup with an elegant fragrance, and glanced sideways at Ye Eleven. Would the same trick work in front of Ling Qingyu? You used this trick last year, right? After getting Ling Qingyu drunk, he left and rushed directly to the battlefield...

Ling Qingyu also looked at him speechlessly. Tomorrow he would lead his troops to set off. Shi Shouxin was different from the enemies he had encountered before, and the Zhao army had favorable terrain. He was facing an extremely difficult battle.

At this time, are you still deceiving her with lotus wine?

I didn't put any wine. Really, Master, I didn't put anything in. You have a taste. Ye Shiyi scooped up a spoonful of soup and handed it to her. He lowered his head and said, I won't lie to you again. ”

Ying Thirteen put away his things, stood up and said, I'll go outside and take a look.

Seeing Ying Shisan blinking and walking away, Ling Qingyu was even more speechless. After that year, July 14th was not as serious as before, or it could be said that it was because of the strange elixir in Ye Shiyi's body. One person can solve the problem.

But Ling Qingyu didn't want to continue this relationship with Ye Shiyi. Ye Shiyi was already twenty years old. As the world-famous commander of the Rakshasa Army, he grew up to be such a charming person that he admired him. He and Ye Po both deserve to be with more outstanding girls of their age.

Master, Ye Shiban knelt in front of her, a layer of mist appeared in his eyes, and he said with a pleading voice: I'm going to leave tomorrow. I wonder if I can come back and leave Eleven alone. Is it okay to go with regret?

Are you changing your pleading tactics this time? Ying Shisan chuckled and shook his head. He gently closed the courtyard door. He glanced at Ye Po, who had been leaning on the wall outside the door, and jumped up to the roof.

He understood the thoughts of Ye Shiyi and Ye Po very well. After staying with her and having a relationship, those feelings could no longer be concealed or given up. However, Ling Qingyu felt that the two of them should find someone like other Ye Po. A good girl should have a decent life. After the world settles down, she can have the continuation of her family and live a truly wealthy and stable life.

The world is peaceful, but unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that day...