Ling Qingyu hadn't packed her things completely, and she had just finished taking a shower and sat on the bed, asking Yan San to dry her hair, when Yang Zhao rushed in.
"So fast?" Ling Qingyu was stunned, did your messenger fly over
Yang Zhao wanted to hug her, but when he came to him, he took two steps back, looked at himself covered in dust, and said, "I'll take a bath too."
"We met a messenger on the way, so we came here directly." He Li said standing outside the door.
"He Li, ask me, do you still have the boiled fish?" Ling Qingyu poked his head and said.
"Okay." In response, He Li turned and went out.
"Doctor Shi wants to meet the doctor who set my bones last time. I'll take him there." Putting down the towel, Yan San said.
"Come back as soon as you deliver it, there is absolutely nothing good for those two people to be together." Ling Qingyu lowered his eyes slightly and said.
"Yeah." Yan San replied, paused for a while, but still didn't say anything, closed the door and went out.
When Yang Zhao returned to the room, Ling Qingyu was crawling on the bed and took a map to circle it, walked over and hugged her, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for loopholes in the Wang family. He's greedy for my fields in Huai'an. I have to make him bleed." Ling Qingyu replied.
"Qing Yu, Dong Xiang has been sending people to look for me, why not me..." Yang Zhao whispered as he brushed her hair.
Ling Qingyu interrupted him directly, and said angrily: "No, even if you agree to Dong Xiang, then Dong Xiang will believe you. The best guarantee is marriage. If you want to marry another woman, I will leave now." With that said, I'm about to get up.
"Qing Yu!" Yang Zhao hugged her and said urgently, "When did I say I would marry another woman? Do you want me to show you my heart before you believe me?"
Ling Qingyu only felt an inexplicable soreness in his heart. He had been aggrieved these days, as if the unknown fire in his heart had accumulated to the extreme, and what he saw on the way in that way changed the nature of the fire.
"I'm just making trouble with you for no reason! What?" Although he knew in his heart that it was wrong to get angry like this, and he should ask clearly first, Ling Qingyu couldn't help but said.
"You can do whatever you want, as long as you can calm down, you can do anything." Yang Zhao hugged her, lowered his head and kissed her.
Ling Qingyu opened his mouth and bit back. Yang Zhao was bitten painfully, and without struggling, he lay down and let her be on top.
Pulling back his shirt, that muscular and sexy body was revealed in front of his eyes. Leaning down, Ling Qingyu kissed and bit the body with a feeling of venting, igniting the fire of desire all the way.
When she bit the red dogwood, Yang Zhao unconsciously groaned, Ling Qingyu raised his body, fiddled with the dogwood on the left chest, and then pressed the chest.
"Zhao," the heart of his subordinates was beating strongly, Ling Qingyu said slowly: "It doesn't matter if the field is taken away, and it doesn't matter if the money is gone. I can earn it back. If you want to leave, just tell me, I won't do it either." Stop it, but I don't want to be the last to know." Walking into Dai County, I heard people talking about it, General Yang wants to marry Zhang Jianjun's daughter as a concubine, and the marriage with Dong's family is also under discussion. Ling Qingyu said to himself, don't believe it, Yang Zhao could not have done such a thing in only one month, but just now he mentioned Dong's house by himself, and the gas tank exploded just like that.
"Qing Yu," Yang Zhao closed his eyes and said with a sad smile, "If you don't believe me, why don't you kill me now, it's better than making my life worse than death."
"Aren't you going to marry that Miss Zhang family?" Ling Qingyu asked after letting go of her hand.
"There is only one person I want to marry." Yang Zhao looked at her and said, "Half a month ago, I ordered someone to start cleaning this yard, and the people from the Zhang family spread rumors, thinking they wanted to use this to force me to admit it, Qingyu, please Believe me, even if you cooperate with Dong Xiang, it is absolutely impossible to use the model of marriage. Besides, whether you want to cooperate with Dong Xiang, I will listen to you."
"It's just a rumor?" Ling Qingyu blushed a little and asked awkwardly.
"Are you...jealous?" After staying for a while, Yang Zhao raised his hand to caress her face and asked in surprise.
Ling Qingyu became even more depressed, and turned her head aside, yes! You are right, I am so jealous!
Yang Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then a smile spread from the corner of his mouth to other parts of his face, and finally turned into a flower, saying: "Qingyu, I'm so happy!" The first time Ling Qingyu heard such rumors, Ling Qingyu was She flinched and walked away. When she heard it again, she just smiled and didn't care, but now she is actually jealous! Yang Zhao's heart turned sweet into honey.
"You're still laughing! The consequences of making me jealous are very serious!" Ling Qingyu said viciously. Only when she really cares about it will she be jealous. She doesn't have much sense of substitution in this world. When people come and go, she repeatedly warns herself to keep her heart. Zhao's rumors, she has always been on the sidelines, if you are ruthless, I will rest, but today, when the unknown fire and jealousy are rising, she knows that she has already been unable to get away. Whether it is Yan San or Yang Zhao, they have already lived in the bottom of their hearts, as long as they think that he will leave, they will throb with pain.
"It's Zhao's fault, please punish the master." With a smile, Yang Zhao said.
"Are you fucking me?" Ling Qingyu lowered his head and bit the two little grapes again.
"Hmm...Qing Yu...important...more important..." Yang Zhao grabbed the bed sheet with both hands and cried out in a low voice.
Ling Qingyu sucked and bit him hard, making bright flowers bloom on the wheat-colored skin.
"Ah...Qing Yu...below...below..." His body was provoked like a prairie fire, Yang Zhao arched his body slightly unconsciously, and shouted.
"Here?" Ling Qingyu smiled, and poked the little brother who was restrained by the chastity belt so much that he had swelled a few times, and then said with a smile: "No, it's time for punishment."
Asking Yang Zhao to turn over and tie his hands behind his back with a belt, Ling Qingyu poked his waist and eyes with his finger, and then licked it with his tongue. Yang Zhao's body froze, and then the front became more and more swollen.
The waist and eyes are Yang Zhao's most sensitive places. When Ling Qingyu bit down from tongue to teeth, Yang Zhao's body arched up, trembling slightly, and his mouth overflowed, calling out: "Qing Yu...Qing Yu..."
"What do you want me to do?" Ling Qingyu asked badly.
"Pain more...Qing Yu...make Zhao suffer more..." Yang Zhao buried his head in the pillow and cried out in a low voice.
Ling Qingyu leaned behind his ear, smiled lightly and said, "Zhao, you can't do this, what if you get injured on the battlefield?"
Yang Zhao turned his head sideways, touched her lips, blushed, and said in a low voice, "You know very well that Zhao can only feel what you give." Ultimate happiness.
Ling Qingyu didn't feel moved, let go of his hands, and reached forward to free the little brother who had been restrained to the extreme.
When burying the little brother in that warm place, Yang Zhao let out a long breath of satisfaction, and whispered in Ling Qingyu's ear: "Qingyu, everything in Zhao is yours, and if you don't want it any more, don't bother." Abandon me, take my life, let me die in your hands, that is Yang Zhao's greatest happiness."
The love words whispered in the ear make the body more sensitive and enthusiastic, and after the fierce battle, it will be sore and weak.
Dinner was served in the room, Yan San just poked his head at the door, then went out clearly, jumped on the roof, and watched the stars with Ying Shisan.
"Third Master." Ying Shisan called out cautiously after being numb for a while.
"Huh?" Yan San replied with his hands behind his head, lying on the roof very leisurely.
"Is there any skill to close the ears?" Ying Shisan asked angrily, the job of a personal guard is really difficult to do!
"Just get used to it." Yan San closed his eyes and said.
"You don't care?" Ying Shisan asked with a bitter face, can this kind of thing just be a habit
"I have more days than him, he should care about it." Yan San said flatly.
Well, third master, you are too tough! Can I ask for another job? Ying Shisan thought with tears streaming down her face.
"San Shisan, go and find out where the rumors about the Zhang family came from." Hearing Yan San's words, Ying Shisan immediately jumped up, said hello, and rushed out.
Yan San sat up, touched the ring on his finger, squinted down from the roof, and could see the people in the window eating fish together affectionately. Do you care? It is impossible to not care at all, but since you have chosen this path, there is nothing to care about.
"This, was it written by that lady?" Ling Qingyu asked speechlessly, looking at the poems on the veil on the table.
"Yes, that Miss Zhang family is planning to tell his father that this was given to her by General Yang in front of General Yang and County Magistrate Zhang tomorrow." Ying Shisan replied. When the young lady of the Zhang family talked to the woman who seemed to be her own mother, her face was full of pride.
Ling Qingyu raised his head and looked at Yang Zhao, who was already looking like a scapegoat, and said, "Miss, it's really a disaster. Come on, Zhao, please write a few words for me to see if the handwriting is the same?"
"There are six or seven points similar, it seems that the lady has put in a lot of hard work." He Li smiled and folded his hands beside him.
"Thirteen, did you bring out the other poems in her room?" Ling Qingyu asked, holding his chin.
"Yes." Ying Shisan took out a bunch of papers from his sleeve and pocket.
"You didn't take anything else, did you?" Ling Qingyu sized him up. Entering someone's boudoir is like entering a no-man's land. An assassin is better than a thief!
"What do you want? She has nothing of value." Ying Shisan asked puzzled.
After flipping through the pile of poems, Ling Qingyu said: "It's better to have something that you can tell it's hers at a glance, such as a hairpin, a handkerchief with a name on it, etc."
"It's easy to handle, I'll go again." Before the words finished, Ying Shisan swayed out.
"What are you going to do?" He Li asked with a smile.
"Treat me with her own way," Ling Qingyu picked out a few of those poems, and said, "Since she wants others to give her something so much, she will give it to her. You can go find someone in the city." Scoundrel, want the worst kind."
Seeing the three people looking at her in confusion, Ling Qingyu said: "Miss Zhang Jia gave him her personal belongings and love poems, so he still doesn't have to show it around?"
The three of them were silent for a moment, and He Li said: "You are really good, master."