A woman in her thirties, her appearance is not considered pretty, and she looked at her with a dull face. Cheng Xing followed Wang Xuanzhi and bowed to salute, but she was very disdainful in her heart. For such a person, his father actually let him into her harem. Sure enough, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't compare to his elder brother's status in his father's heart.
"This is Cheng Xing." Watching Ling Qingyu's face recover slowly, Wang Xuanzhi smiled lightly.
The disdain in the young man's eyes did not escape Ling Qingyu's eyes. Although the first time they met, they were indeed 80-90% similar, but when they got closer, they realized that the young man and Cheng Jia were at most similar in appearance, and the deliberate imitation-like behavior, Instead, he was left behind, who turned out to be Cheng Jia's concubine brother.
Such a person actually made her see Cheng Jia at that moment, Ling Qingyu despised himself very much in his heart, as expected he hadn't seen them for a long time, so he had an imaginary...
Laughing at himself, Ling Qingyu regained the faint smile on his face, sat down and said: "Cheng Jia's younger brother, does Mr. Cheng want you to become an official?"
Wang Xuan smiled, but before he could answer, Cheng Xing had already laughed and said: "Yes, my father said that His Majesty needs a few servants by his side, I don't know if Xing would be so honored?"
Uh? This is really bold! Glancing at Wang Xuanzhi who was stunned, the smile on Ling Qingyu's face deepened.
"Your Majesty doesn't need any servants by his side. Mr. Cheng must have misunderstood Mr. Cheng's meaning." With the hearty voice, a figure suddenly appeared outside the water pavilion. A slight smile made his beautiful face more beautiful than the Xia Hua around him.
"Master!" After a few steps into the water pavilion, he knelt down in front of Ling Qingyu, took her hand, and after kissing her lightly, Ye Shiyi raised his head and said with a smile, "Eleven is back."
Uh? ! Ling Qingyu was taken aback again. Seeing Ye Shiyi's dusty appearance, he must have rushed back, and then went directly to the palace with lightness kung fu. Well, in a few days it will be July 14th, and she has given up on this day and Ye Shiyi. Tangled, but, so high-profile? Even hand kisses came out? Ye Shili, what do you want to do
Cheng Xing's face froze suddenly, what's the situation? Father, you didn't tell me that this old woman already has such a beautiful boy!
"General Ye came back in such a hurry, there must be some state affairs to discuss, I'll take my leave first." Wang Xuanzhi saluted, and after speaking, he pulled Cheng Xing, and took the lead out of the water pavilion.
After Wang Xuanzhi said this, Su Wanyun and the others couldn't sit still any longer, they all got up to say goodbye, and went back to the main venue.
Looking at Cheng Xing's back, he snorted coldly, and when he turned his head, the corners of his eyebrows, eyes and mouth were all gentle, and Ye Shixi said in a coquettish tone: "Master, I have been driving for two days on Eleven, and the bathhouse is for Eleven to use." Is it good to use?"
His face was so beautiful, when he restrained his murderous aura, his mild eyebrows and eyes were surprisingly beautiful. Such a coquettish appearance made people not realize that he was a twenty-five-year-old bloodthirsty Rakshasa.
Alan laughed out loud. Ever since he saw Zhao Yinfeng's tricks, Ye Shiyi has simply kept pace with the times. He has learned 50% of Zhao Yinfeng's scoundrels, but he can't do Zhao Yinfeng's unlimited skills. Alan felt that his future life would be full of surprises and joys.
"Go, go." Ling Qingyu glared at the two of them, and said helplessly. Although she still lived in the Guanguan Courtyard of the Ling Mansion most of the time, a palace was tidied up in the palace, and there was a large marble bathhouse inside.
***
When the night falls, the back garden of the imperial palace reopens after five years. The sky is full of stars, full of stars, the corridors of the Quyuan, the wide-sleeved flowing shirts, the whispering songs, and the complicated lights and shadows.
Ling Qingyu was in the main seat, with colorful female relatives on one side and ministers with fluttering sleeves on the other, Ye Po and Ye Shishi stood behind her.
Between the light and shadows, the man in the dark red tight-fitting uniform was more dazzling than the starry sky full of beauty.
Almost instantly captured the hearts of the girls in the hall.
***
"The Jurchen people are indeed tough," twirling her fingers around the woman's hair, looking at the woman lying lazily on the bed with her eyes slightly closed, Ye Shixi smiled comfortably, and said softly, "If you didn't say it, give them another In ten years, I am afraid that the strength of the army will rise, and it will be more troublesome to clean up by then, but it is no longer a climate."
"Eleven," Ling Qingyu said with his eyes closed and his voice still lazy, "Stop killing too much."
"Huh?" Hugging her from behind, Ye Shiyi lowered his head and kissed her neck and ears lightly.
"After occupying a place, let Zhu Weili prepare to immigrate there and assimilate them with our cultural economy." Being kissed a little itchy by him, Ling Qingyu put his hand on his arm and whispered: "People kill too If there are too many, there will be retribution."
"I don't care..." Ye Shiyi followed her cheek and kissed her lips, whispering.
"I care..." As soon as the whispered words were finished, Ye Shiyi's kiss suddenly became hot, and he sucked hard on the lips that said the words that almost made his heart stop beating.
The tribes in northern Xinjiang are all brave and warlike, and those on the grasslands are even more aggressive by nature. To suppress them as quickly as possible, only absolute bloody force is needed. You are tyrannical, and I am more tyrannical than you, Rakshasa The larger the territory captured by the army, the more people disappeared.
Retribution, then it will all be retribution on me, sister, only by calming down the vast land of northern Xinjiang as soon as possible, can I return to you.
**
On July 15 Ghost Festival, Bianjing city held a national sacrifice as usual, and Ling Qingyu arrived at the tomb of Yang Zhao, Heli and Zhao Yinfeng in a light car.
The three refurbished tombs are not far apart. Many white flags have been hung in front of the tombs, flowers are arranged in a row, and paper money and ingots are fluttering in the wind.
People's hearts, people's hearts are actually the simplest, whoever protects them and gives them a good life, they will remember whoever they are.
"General, you have received so much incense, you should be happy now? If you are not happy, just tell me, although I can't solve it, at least I can listen to your complaints." Feng's tomb sounded, and Zhao Meng had already knelt in front of the tomb, talking ramblingly while burning paper money.
Starting from Yang Zhao's tomb, Ling Qingyu took the lead, followed by Gao Liu and other old friends in Beijing offering incense and offering sacrifices one by one.
The paper dust flying all over the sky, together with the distant bells from Bianjing City, became the most scorching scenery of that summer.
**
In the early morning of July 16th, Ye Shiyi left quietly, red-clothed and white-horse, and rushed to the distant battlefield alone.