Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Fatme waved her hand and told her warriors to take two steps back. Then she used the fan in her hand to push away Yan Qi's sword, walked up to Ling Qingyu, lifted her chin with her slender fingers, smiled with her eyes crooked, and said: I like you.

Ling Qingyu's chin was lifted, and he looked at Ram. Ram looked at her twice and said, She said she likes you.

Fatme put down her fingers and took the bracelet from the servant's hand, then took Ling Qingyu's hand and put it on, then kissed the back of the hand gently, dragged her hand and left.

Uh-oh? Does this cost ten thousand gold to buy me? Ling Qingyu's head was still in a daze, but Yan San's dagger had already been unsheathed and aimed at Fatmei's neck.

Yan San's sword was as fast as lightning, and he was about to cut a bloody hole in Fatme's neck.

No! Ling Qingyu said anxiously. If Fatmeh is killed, they really won't be able to leave.

Yan San's sword paused for a moment, then a scimitar stretched out from behind Fatme, separated his sword with a clang, and then fought with him.

There were people around, Fatmei still held Ling Qingyu's hand tightly so that the two of them were almost touching each other. Yan San's sword moves were like the wind, killing people with each move, but the man was not weak at all, the sword speed was very fast. Not only did he block his moves, but he also had some unexpected counterattacks.

Stop it, Ram, tell her that I am willing to be a guest at her place. Ling Qingyu said to Ram.

After listening to Ram's words, Fatme shouted. The man who was fighting with Yan San blocked Yan San's sword and retreated, still standing behind Fatme. Yan San also retreated. Sword, retreated behind Ling Qingyu.

Ling Qingyu glanced at the man who had fought dozens of moves with Yan San. He was a young man with honey-colored skin. He lowered his head and stood behind Fatme, covering up all his aura, like a shadow.

Su Hexiang, Huang Lian, you go to the boat to get some red raspberries, and then send them to the lord's house. Remember, you don't have to take too many people with you. Ling Qingyu said to Su Hexiang.

Fatme waited for her to finish speaking, then smiled and pulled her towards her own carriage. The warriors on both sides stepped back a few steps, allowing Yan San and the others to follow.

Bu Yu was very big, so when Fatme saw that Ling Qingyu refused to lie down, she asked her to sit, leaning on her chest, caressing her face, and then issued a few commands.

Bu Yu was lifted steadily, several servants had already left first, and the group headed out of Aizabu City in a mighty manner.

Not far from Azab, there is a palace, half in Arabic style and half in ancient Egyptian style. There are white marble stairs built along the river, and then there are several palaces with gauze hanging around them.

In one of the halls closest to the river, cushions have been set up, and servants are shuttled in and fruit plates are arranged. The riverside is full of water lilies, and the faint fragrance floats.

This is not the Nile River Basin, so it must have taken a lot of effort to build it like this.

Seeing Ling Qingyu's curious look, Fatme laughed, and suddenly raised her body and kissed her on the face. Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red. This was the first time she had been kissed by a woman in so many years. Ah, mom doesn’t count!

Fortunately, Fatmeh became honest again and just touched her hand and muttered to herself.

When they arrived in front of the palace and got off the bus, Fatme still pulled Ling Qingyu into the palace. Tables and chairs had been arranged in the palace. His Highness was sitting on his knees with many musicians. When he saw Fatme, they all leaned over. On the ground.

Fatme pulled Ling Qingyu to sit next to her, leaning against her as softly as a bone. With a wave of her hand, the music below began to sound.

Yan San, Yan Qi, Yang Zhao and others stood outside the palace, looking at the palace. The two women were smiling and leaning on each other (actually it was just Fatmei leaning on Ling Qingyu), feeding each other, or laughing lightly. The sound, that appearance is as **** as you want, and none of them look good.

Ling Qingyu complained in her heart that the food Fatmei fed her would be as sweet as she wanted it to be, my God! She hates eating this kind of overly sweet stuff! But seeing the layers of warriors surrounding the palace, I endured my nausea and ate another piece.

I can kill five. Ram gritted his teeth and said.

Five. Sanjayi learned from Da Zhou who didn't speak much and usually spoke concisely.

Five. Ye Shiyi also said.

Yang Zhao glanced around. There were flashes of swords behind the tree palace. There were always hundreds of people guarding the place. The most important thing was that there was someone beside the woman who could confront Yan San with dozens of moves. A man who does not show his inferiority.

Fight? Yan Qi asked.

Yan San and Yang Zhao were silent. They both looked at the man who had been kneeling behind Fatmei. This was just a move. If there were several masters like him, they would only harm Ling Qingyu.

Lord Philip, please see me. A servant's voice came from outside.

Fatme frowned and sat up a little straighter. She was the lord of Azab, but Feili was the mayor stationed in Azab by the king, so she had to give him some face.

The sloppy Egyptian who was drunk yesterday showed up with the grace of an elder today. He saluted Fatme solemnly and then sat down on the seat next to him solemnly.

Ling Qingyu shook his head and pointed at the man speechless.

Hello, Miss Ling. Feili greeted Ling Qingyu elegantly and politely. This sentence was the only Dazhou dialect he learned yesterday.

Then Feili and Fatme started talking. Ling Qingyu didn't understand a word of what they were talking about, but Fatme's face started to look very bad and he unconsciously pulled her clothes gently.

As soon as she pulled her, Fatme's expression immediately turned aggrieved, and she hugged her neck and cried.

What's going on? Ling Qingyu stared at Feili dumbfounded, Feili frowned unconsciously and said a long list to Fatme.

Well, this old man is the mayor of Aizab. He told the woman that our master is a wealthy businessman from the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is someone who the king told us to receive well. He asked Fatme not to be willful. Ram laughed. The translator said.

Ling Qingyu patted the woman who was very beautiful even when she was crying in her arms. Well, she had never been interested in women, let alone such a beautiful woman who cried so cutely. From the corner of her eye, she saw He Li holding a few red horses and hurriedly waved him in. .

When the servant next to him saw Feili nodding, he stepped aside to let He Li go up the steps of the palace. Then someone took the Hong Luo from his hand and placed it next to Ling Qingyu.

Fatmei, Fatmei, Ling Qingyu patted her and asked her to sit up, then picked up the red rosary and shook it gently, and the colorful saro as light as smoke filled the hall.

Fatmeh's eyes suddenly lit up.

It's for you. Seeing that she didn't understand, Ling Qingyu said to Ram from a distance: Tell her that this is for her and that I am willing to be friends with her.

Ram walked up the steps of the palace and said to Fatme: Your Royal Highness, our master said that she also wants to be friends with you very much. These red rugs are a gift from her to you to express her heart.

Fatme said a few words, and then looked at Ling Qingyu eagerly.

The princess said that she hopes you can stay in Aizabu, and she will treat you like her own sister. Ram translated, and then thought to himself, sister? Do they look like sisters?

I can't stay here. My home is in Dazhou, so I have to go home, but next time I come, I will definitely come to see her. Ling Qingyu said with a smile.

After Ram translated, Fatme pouted, and Feili said from the side: Your Highness, the trade with Da Zhou is very important to our kingdom. If the princess leaves her here, who will continue to go back and ship over? What? Princess, please stop being willful.

But she is so cute, so cute! Fatmeh said to Feili.

Feili looked at Ling Qingyu. He had a tall figure and a hearty smile. He had both the charm of a woman and the heroism of a man. He was both a man and a woman. There was also the look of Fatmei being patient and tolerant. It was no wonder. Fatemeh refused to let go, this was her favorite bite!

Princess Fatme! His Highness Aragorn will be back soon. Are you sure you want to keep her? Fili coughed and used his trump card.

Fatme immediately fell silent and looked at Feili with her lips pouting sadly. Seeing that he was still smiling, she guessed that Aragorn was indeed coming back. Thinking of that jealous person, she sighed unconsciously and said to Ling Qingyu: Then Can you stay a few more days, please? Stay with me more.

After listening to Ram's translation, he received Feili's hard wink from the corner of his eyes. Ling Qingyu smiled and said: There are still a lot of goods for sale on the ship. Can I come with you when I'm free next time?

After Ram translated, seeing that Fatemeh wanted to say more, Feili coughed and said: Princess Fatemeh, the information I received is that His Highness Aragon will arrive at Aizab tonight. And His Highness Musa will also arrive tomorrow. return.

How could the fight be over so quickly? Fatemeh asked in confusion. Aragorn also said that it was true that the place where Musa went ended so quickly?

It is said that His Highness Musa heard that His Highness Aragorn is coming back. Feili raised his eyebrows at her and said with a look that said you understand.

You still have a lot of goods to sell, so you'd better go back as soon as possible. Fatme stood up, pulled Ling Qingyu up, and said, If you want help, you can ask Feili, or my Chang Shi.

Although he didn't understand what she said, Ling Qingyu still realized that he was letting her go, and said happily: Thank you.

Fatme took Ling Qingyu's hand and walked out of the palace gate.

She did not sit on the carriage, but talked to Ling Qingyu all the way, pointing at the gorgeous palaces and exquisite gardens on both sides from time to time, and Ling Qingyu also smiled and nodded.

The two of them walked in a good atmosphere and approached the palace gate when suddenly a low cry of pain came from the side.

Fatme's expression changed, and the servants on both sides jumped out and pushed aside the flowers on the roadside.

Behind the flowers was a small open space with several pillars erected. At this time, an eleven or twelve-year-old blond boy was tied to the middle pillar. His body was covered with whip marks. The uncontrollable cry of pain escaped from the corner of his mouth. Come.

Fatme uttered a word coldly, and another servant stepped forward.

Seeing Ram's expression, Yan San asked, What's wrong?

Execution. Ram said softly.

Ling Qingyu heard it, and thought it wasn't the execution I knew about, right? But he saw the servant coming from the side with a wooden stick, one end of which had been sharpened.

The servant drove the wooden stake into the ground, then unhooked the boy from the pillar, spread his legs, and aimed his back hole at the pointed tip of the stick, trying to insert it.

Wait a minute. Ling Qingyu couldn't help shouting.

The servant stopped temporarily and looked at Fatme.

Fatme rolled her eyes twice on the faces of the young man and Ling Qingyu, then looked at the people following her, and said a few words with a smile. After listening to her words, the servant put the young man down and threw him in front of Ram. Give it to him.

Ram took the boy and said to Ling Qingyu with a wry smile: The princess said, this boy is given to you... He didn't dare to say the words that followed.

Ling Qingyu turned around, waved to Fatmei who was still looking at her from afar at the palace gate, and said to Yang Zhao: Walk faster.

Yang Zhao clamped his legs together, and the horse started running. After a while, he completely left the palace behind.