"Ye Po, go and check on the little girl who entered the palace today." Leaning on the soft couch, Ye Shiyi took a breath, and shouted in pain as Ye Po, who was about to turn around, said, "It's the Lord of Zhenbei, Li Yan. daughter, but the two girls are about the same age, but they don't look alike."
"Li Qingwan?" Ye Po was silent for a while, and said: "She is not Li Yan's biological daughter, but Mu Guiyun's posthumous son. When Li Yan was ordered to kill Mu Guiyun's wife, his wife gave birth prematurely. Died of dystocia, and kept the little one, Li Yan adopted it as his own daughter."
"Mu Guiyun's daughter!" Ye Xi was furious, his waist was in severe pain, and he had to fall back again, clutching his back for a long time before recovering, and said angrily: "How dare he do it privately?" Save her life! Ye Po, since you know this, why don't you do it?"
"It was Qiye who said that he didn't want to add more crimes to the master. It's okay to kill them together without being born. Now that he has come out, it is also an innocent life. In fact, General He roughly guessed it." Ye Po said in a deep voice.
"Sin..." Ye Shiyi smiled cruelly and evilly, and said: "I have enough on me, so I'm not afraid of having one more! That woman is young, but she is extremely rampant. She dared to ignore the guards in the palace and even scolded and threatened her." Guards, such a person, keeping them is a disaster!"
"But Li Yan..."
"Li Yan is not that stupid. I will ask someone to tell him directly about today's matter. If he has any opinions about such a daughter, then there is no need for Li Yan to stay."
Ye Po stared blankly at Ye Shixi, he had never understood the difference between Ye Shixi and him so deeply at this moment.
Even if the injury is not healed and it is difficult to walk, the fearless arrogance on Ye Shishi's body is still a little bit, despising the heroes, as long as it is for that person, even if it is the enemy of the world, it does not matter how many people he has killed After many lives and deaths, the arrogance and domineering engraved in his bones.
In Beigong Mansion, Datong Mansion Town, it was already March, and the greenery hadn't covered the treetops yet, and there was still a refreshing chill in the wind, just like Li Yan's mood at this time.
The letter had already been crumpled into a ball by him, and the words on it were like a mountain pressing down on his heart.
At that time, my heart softened for a moment, and I thought about keeping a queen for Mu Guiyun. I always thought that no one would know, and I always thought that I was doing it in a hidden way. It turned out that those people already knew about it, but they just indulged him all the time. No, it was not indulgence. He Li only left him to guard the Yanmen Pass. It seemed that he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, but as a military commander, the place where he can get the most military exploits is to conquer cities and plunder territories, expand territories, even though he, like Du Ming and the others, was enshrined as a state official. Gong, but compared with those people, Tebi is compared with Gao Liuwei Lang and others, what is he? Just guarding Yanmen Pass, even Datong was captured because Shanfu was transferred back.
He Li, we are brothers! Brother for so many years, you don't believe me!
Weeping silently, Li Yan's heart ached like a twist.
The death of the eldest lady of Zhenbei Duke's Mansion due to a sudden illness did not cause much controversy, but the familiar wives would sigh, it is a pity for that very beautiful little girl to die.
A small mountain was built in the backyard of the Beigong Mansion in Bianjing Town, and Li Qingwan's favorite things were buried in the mountain bag. Li Ding'an, the son of Zhenbei Gong, wiped away his tears, and looked at the direction of the palace fiercely in his eyes. The dagger in his hand stuck in the ground.
Ling Qingyu!
In mid-March, the Tenth Battalion of the Rakshasa Army went straight down to southern Xinjiang from Chengdu Road, caught the Nanguang Man by surprise, and entered Dali territory like a sharp knife.
In April, Xiao Se broke through Nandan Manzhou.
On the Dragon Boat Festival on the fifth day of May, a huge dragon boat race was held in Bianjing. After half a year, Ye Shishi appeared in front of the officials for the first time and sat next to Ling Qingyu.
In Cheng's mansion, Cheng Xiang, who was already very old, sat in the rocking chair and watched the fireworks outside, with a lonely expression and dim memories in his eyes.
"Father!" Cheng Xing called softly, and Cheng Xing's voice was filled with anxiety.
Glancing at his second son, Cheng Xiang sighed and said, "Stop messing around with them, Ye Shishi, that's not someone to mess with."
Ye Shili divided the Rakshasa Army into two, half to support Xiao Se in southern Xinjiang, and the other half to Du Ming, who went to Beijing to recuperate by himself. Those people thought this was an opportunity, and they thought it was Ye Shiyi who had to do so under the pressure of Ling Qingyu. For this behavior, he even thought that Ye Shiyi could not be forced to recuperate in the palace Ling Qingyu's bedroom. With Ye Shishi's heart, how could he bear this kind of insult! Now that Ye Shishi is very famous, his military exploits can even surpass that of He Li and Zhao Yinfeng, and he was born in the Ling family, and he and Ling Qingyu have a hatred for killing his sister and grandfather.
How stupid! Seeing the unwillingness in Cheng Xing's eyes, Cheng Xiang sighed, but couldn't help but mention him: "When you saw Ye Shiyi today, did you see a trace of reluctance on his face?"
Cheng Xing was taken aback, thinking back to the man sitting next to Ling Qingyu on the high platform, wearing a dark red robe, with a lazy expression on his face and cold eyes, even though he couldn't sit still and leaned on the chair, that peerless man But the face made the fireworks all over the sky lose their color.
Oh, run away... , reluctantly? Except for the cold glance that chilled him to the bone, the man didn't show any reluctance or coercion on his face. Instead, he exuded a silent domineering aura that made people dare not look up.
Hey... With a long sigh, Cheng Xiang stood up and walked into the yard with his back bowed. Ling Qingyu returned the Cheng mansion to him, and also gave him dignity and money for retirement. When the second son came back from his hometown, he wanted to use his appearance similar to Cheng Jia to win more status for the Cheng family.
Wrong, Jia'er, I didn't even see my son for the last time, that is irreplaceable...
Banqueting and celebrating with all the officials, as the empress, it is necessary to drink a few sips. Ye Shiyi is still badly injured. He can stop all the toasts with his frozen eyes, but he can't stop them. Ling Qingyu sat down to toast.
Although she didn't drink much, it was enough that when she returned to the palace, her feet were already shaking.
Looking at the woman whose eyes began to wander, Ye Shiyi sighed helplessly: "Ye Po, go up."
"Ah?" Ye Po put Ling Qingyu on the bed, poured a bowl of hangover soup from the side, helped her up to feed her, and gave Ye Shiyi a puzzled look.
Breaking out in a cold sweat, Ye Shiyi put his hands on his waist and walked towards the door frame step by step. If it wasn't for my poor waist, I would have let you take advantage of it! Grandma's, that quack doctor!
"Yan San..." Jiaoqiao acted coquettishly, and her call was sweet like a few turns, but it made Ye Shishi's heart ache as if it was breaking apart, and the hand holding the door frame was tightly pinched into the wood.
His face was crimson, his eyes were full of mist, his lips smelled of alcohol were ruddy and alluring, and his face that was no longer young was so mature and charming that it made Ye Po's heart beat violently Standing up, she let her arms wrap up in a daze, and then her hot lips pressed against his.
"Yan San..." She called out in a low voice, and the delicate kisses began to be warm, and the hugs were tight, the heat of the body made Ye Po's whole body start to tremble.
"Is it possible? Master? Can Ye Poo do it?" Pushing her away a little, uneasy but full of hope, Ye Poo's voice was trembling.
"Yeah?" The woman's expression became extremely agile, her eyes were filled with narrow eyes, and there was a playful smile on her lips. She giggled and said, "Why, Yan San, are you afraid? Didn't you say you want to see what is Eighteen styles of Longyang?"
Uh! Ye Po belatedly remembered the legend about this drunken man...
As the woman threw herself down vigorously, she fell on the bed. Looking at the woman's eyes sparkling and speaking in an incomprehensible language, Ye Po faintly burst into a strong smile, before Ling Qingyu asked. , When you want to or don't want it, you answer, yes.
No matter who you think of me as, as long as you are happy, that's fine...