Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The night on the grassland was silent, and the moonlight filtered through the gap in the door curtain blown by the wind, giving the dark yurt an eerie light.

Zhao Meng shuddered, then looked around with his head curled up. After confirming that there was no one else, he boldly approached Zhao Yinfeng, who was lying on the wooden platform in the middle.

General! After one drop of tears fell, they immediately poured out like a flood. Zhao Meng cried uncontrollably and threw himself on Zhao Yinfeng's body. He took out a short knife from his arms and cried. Said: You are going too far! You just left us without saying anything, and you still want me to do this! You are so unkind!

What are you doing? A gentle question made Zhao Meng jump up. He took a few steps back and wiped his eyes. Then when the door curtain was blown up again, he saw Ling Qingyu sitting next to Zhao Yinfeng.

After lighting a candle and looking at Zhao Meng, whose face was pale and the hand holding the knife was trembling, Ling Qingyu asked softly: What does he want you to do?

Zhao Meng hurriedly threw away the knife. Zhao Meng knelt down unconsciously, wiped away his tears and snot, and said cruelly: The general told me before going to battle that if he unfortunately dies in battle, he wants me to take out his heart. He said, he said you were a cruel woman. You must have buried him alone, maybe next to Yang Zhao and He Li. So, he asked me to take out his heart and tell you when to wait for you. The tomb is repaired and you want me to put it in secretly. Zhao Meng wiped his tears and snot again, and burst into tears and said: The general is so unkind, you want me to do such a thing!

Seeing Zhao Meng crying extremely sadly and still peeking at him, Ling Qingyu unconsciously turned his head to look at Zhao Yinfeng's smiling face that was still as flat as before, and gently touched his lips with his hand. Ling Qingyu said lightly: No need to take out the horn, I will let him into my mausoleum.

After Zhao Meng rolled away and crawled away, Ling Qingyu stood up and gently kissed him on the lips.

Zhao Yinfeng, you won. Your name and your person have been engraved in my heart. I’m afraid I won’t be able to forget it even if I want to...

I thought that in the lonely days to come, at least I would have your nonsense to cheer me up and stay with me for the rest of my life...

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On May 29th of the first year of the Huayuan Dynasty, Ling Qingyu, the founding empress of the Hua Dynasty, ascended the throne.

Wearing a golden-red dress, she stepped onto the high altar step by step alone. The wind blew past her and picked up a corner of the heavy skirt, making her steps even heavier.

A chuckle seemed to ring around him, and as the breeze passed by, there seemed to be many more figures around him.

Qingyu, Qingyu, head of the family, master, master, treasure, all the names gathered together, and then laughed in a low voice and said: Don't be afraid, we are always here, go up, don't look back, keep going, One day, we will get together...

Her steps became light, her golden-red clothes fluttered, and the wind surrounding her seemed to be whispering, supporting her, accompanying her, and escorting her to the highest place.

Ye Shiyi's eyes were hot, and a drop of clear tears fell.

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In June of the first year of the Huayuan Dynasty, after the empress ascended the throne, she granted amnesty to the world and generously rewarded the meritorious officials. The government was divided into six departments and ten halls. In addition to the divided parts, Qi Tingyan was stationed in Youzhou, Gao Wenhe was granted the title of Duke of Ji, and Zhao Wei and Zhao Meng were stationed in northern Xinjiang.

Ye Shiyi's Rakshasa Army began to clean up the original territory of Liao Kingdom at the end of July after reorganization.

In October, heavy snow began to fall in the wasteland. The Rakshasa army returned to defend Linhuang Mansion, and Ye Shiyi returned to Bianjing.

After half of the old palace was reorganized, a new government hall and government departments were built. Ling Qingyu, who had suffered a loss, changed the meeting hall back to the morning dynasty, but the time was changed to chen shi san shi, so officials could have breakfast before going to work. After the morning meeting, I went directly to my office to handle government affairs.

The office of the Department of Commerce is located in a courtyard on the east side, very close to the meeting hall, with sparse flowers and willows, and the scenery is very elegant.

There was a brazier burning in the room, with a faint medicinal fragrance, and the coughs could not be suppressed, making the sound of turning the pages of the book into pieces and inaudible.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Qingyu opened the door curtain and walked into the house with a gentle smile.

Su Hexiang, who was covering her mouth and coughing violently, heard the footsteps and was about to speak. When she looked back and saw it was her, she was stunned. Then she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the handkerchief and stood up to salute.

Supporting him with one hand, he turned around and sat on the Arhat bed, letting Su Hexiang sit opposite. Ling Qingyu said: Su Hexiang, please give me a good rest during this time, and don't tell me that you have too many things to do!

Su Hexiang smiled lightly and said softly: Xiang is fine, it's just typhoid fever, a minor problem.

Is this a minor problem? Do you think I can't see it? I'll call Alan over tomorrow. Ling Qingyu snorted.

Su Hexiang smiled even brighter, looked up and looked outside, and said with a smile: What's wrong? Are you arguing with Mr. Zhu again?

Mr. Zhu, will you quarrel with me... Ling Qingyu sighed softly, and whispered: It's me who is rude.

After the empress ascended the throne, many princes and dukes were added to the city of Bianjing. However, Ling Qingyu, Zhu Weili, Han Shuo and others had differences over the pursuit of titles by He Li, Zhao Yinfeng and others.

According to Zhu Weili's wishes, both of them were named kings to show their respect, but Ling Qingyu did not nod. Neither He Li nor Zhao Yinfeng had any heirs. If they really wanted a posthumous name, they should be asking for it. The name of her husband.

But if she were to pursue the title of king, I'm afraid there would be an uproar in the world. Moreover, they were not the only husbands Ling Qingyu wanted to recognize. In addition to the world-famous Yang Zhao, there were at least Yan San and Cheng Jia, one of whom she loved most. , one of them was a proposal she personally accepted before she died, and those other people were not the ones in her heart.

If she had many male favorites in the harem after she ascended the throne, no one would dare to say anything, but before she ascended the throne, they would only become her stigma.

Actually, Master, still using the old title, Su Hexiang poured her a cup of tea and said with a smile: No matter who it is, they don't care about this, whether it's reputation or status, as long as you have them in your heart, they will I will always live by your side and never leave you.”

Ling Qingyu smiled bitterly and said, I know that if they really cared about their reputation, they wouldn't do that. That's not what I'm talking about today. Mr. Zhu wants me to get married and give birth to an heir as soon as possible.

A mouthful of tea stuck in her throat, causing Su Hexiang to cough violently.

Reaching out and patting his back, Ling Qingyu sighed with a grimace. Her infertility was a secret. It was a secret that even Zhu Weili and Han Zong could not tell. If she had known that she would have to face this kind of embarrassment after ascending the throne, really. It’s better to run away!

After breathing and calming down, Su Hexiang smiled unconsciously and said: Who is Mr. Zhu's candidate?

Ah? Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and said even more depressedly: He asked me to pick anyone at random. Zhu Weili's original words were that no matter who it was, he must be born as soon as possible. If the crown prince is not stable, then he will only It makes people feel uneasy. Zhao Yinfeng is dead and Zhao Jiajun is stable, but if you have no future, then anyone will have ideas.

Master! The door curtain was raised, and Ye Shiyi, dressed in silver armor, stood at the door, smiling happily and saying, You are here.

Eleven? Why are you back?

It's snowing heavily in northern Xinjiang, so we can't move anyway, so I'll come back and take a look first.

Well! Why are these words so familiar?

Seeing Ling Qingyu being dragged away by Ye Shiyi, Su Hexiang returned to the house from the door, covered her mouth and coughed again, then picked up the tea bowl that Ling Qingyu only took a sip of, bit by bit, on her lips Wherever it touched, he drank the water.