Seeing Zheng Xi looking at her with an adulterous look on her face, Ling Qingyu said seriously: "We are good friends, is there a problem with going to the grave of a good friend's parents?"
"Good friend?" Zheng Xi saw that Yang Zhao's face was turning black, and he felt happy, and said, "The gold shop is a business without capital. Suzhou is rich and rich. At the end of the year, it made a lot of money and sold it. There are always more than 200,000 taels of silver in goods, excluding the purchase of goods in the weaving workshop and the expenses of the shop, there is a net profit of 200,000 taels of silver. By the way, there is something that you must be happy to hear."
"Ah? What's a good thing?" Ling Qingyu asked quickly, hoping that he would stop asking.
"About the Lin family, the third young master of the Lin family, Lin Guoqiang, became obsessed with an oiran from Yangzhou a few years later, spent an unknown amount of money, and later became obsessed with gambling, lost a large amount of money, and later stole the family's farmland. The deed came out to exchange money, and according to what the girl said, I found Chen San from the gambling house, and bought them all at a low price. There was always more than 10,000 mu of land. , I sold it for five taels. I heard that after Lin Jiacheng found out, he vomited blood angrily, and he is still lying on the bed." "How much do we charge?" Ling Qingyu took a sip of water, and unconsciously glanced at Yan San. The Red Mansion is really reliable. , but she remembered that it was the commission given last summer, why did she not do it until after the year
"Chen San is too dark, he forcibly took us eight taels and one mu." Zheng Xi said with a sigh. This is my own field, but it is really frustrating to spend money to buy it back.
"We don't lack the money. What I want is what they got in with a black heart. They must spit it out for me. I remember that they swallowed up thousands of acres of our land." Ling Qingyu sneered.
"Now he is paying close attention. Lin Guoqiang still owes Chen San tens of thousands of taels of silver. If Lin Jiacheng speaks out, if you beat him to death, he won't give you a penny." Zheng Xi said.
"What about Yangzhou Huakui?" Ling Qingyu asked with a smile.
"I heard that when Lin Guoqiang was beaten to death by Chen San, the oiran was generous enough to take out his private house to save him. That's why Lin Guoqiang stole the land deed. But now the oiran doesn't know where he is going. Went there, and Lin Guoqiang even went to the county government to hand over the pleadings, saying that Chen Sangang and the oiran cheated him of money, and he was beaten out." Zheng Xi laughed. How can someone who can open a casino have no background? Now that the Wu family has moved to the capital, who would offend others for the Lin family
"Give that Chen San some benefits, and ask him to hurry up and collect the debt." After thinking for a while, Ling Qingyu asked again: "Is there any news about Lin Zixu?"
"Just as I was about to tell you about this, the eldest lady of the Lin family was originally betrothed to the son of the Murong family in Suzhou, but the son's health has not been good, and the Lin family has been procrastinating and refusing to get married. I heard a few days ago that Lin Zixu followed a The actor eloped." Zheng Xi said.
Eloped, this is really what Lin Zixu did, Ling Qingyu narrowed her eyes slightly, with a hint of coldness, even if she was entrusted by the Red Chamber to seduce Lin Zixu, but as an actor, if Lin Zixu himself behaves righteously, or has such a trace According to the rules, she would never elope with an actor.
"However, this matter was circulated in private. The Lin family did not say anything, and neither did the Murong family, so I don't know whether this matter is true or not." Zheng Xi said, taking a look at Ling Qingyu's expression. No matter how Lin Zixu treats the girl, the girl will not care too much, but how can the girl not hate Lin Zixu for making his wife angry.
"In this world, there will be retribution. I'm not in a hurry. How can it end so happily?" Ling Qingyu lowered his eyelashes to cover the cruelty in his eyes, and said lightly.
At this time, she felt a cold air, and a deep hatred spread. Ling Qingyu and Zheng Xi were familiar with this kind of appearance, but others had never seen it before. Yang Zhao felt a pain in his heart, and stretched out his hand to shake her hand.
Zheng Xi took the lead, and smiled at her: "Yes, how could it end so easily, the meal is already ready, let's go eat." Then he dragged her away to the main hall.
The outstretched hand slowly clenched into a fist, Yang Zhao took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.
The room seemed to freeze for a moment, no one spoke or moved. This woman has always been smiling. It seems that there is nothing in the world that she doesn't know or can't do.
With a sound of "clang", He Li's long sword was unsheathed and walked out.
"Let her do it herself." Yan San leaned against the door, with one foot on the door frame, lowered her head and said, "Only if she avenges herself, can she feel at ease."
After pausing for a few seconds, He Li returned his long sword, but punched the wall fiercely.
"Wow! Braised pork! I love you so much, Luxiu, you are such a good wife candidate! Why don't you marry me!" Ling Qingyu's cheerful voice came from the main hall, and then shouted loudly: "Yang Zhaoyan, hello, If you don’t come to eat, I’ll eat it all by myself!”
Yan San put down his feet and walked towards the main hall.
Just as she never interfered with any of their decisions, she never thought of relying on anyone for her own affairs. Yang Zhao stood up and took the lead towards the main hall, with a faint smile on his heavy face.
She would act like a baby with that old servant, eat tofu from that little maid, and compete with Zheng Xi for food. Compared to Hangzhou, this is her real home, a place where she can really relax.
After the meal, Ling Qingyu sat on the stone table in front of the hall and looked at the paper figures and horses all over the yard. After thinking for a while, he said to Zheng Xi: "Zheng Xi, we are going to visit the graves of our parents tonight."
"Ah? Go tonight?" Zheng Xi was taken aback. Usually, people go to the grave on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month. Why do they have to go early.
"We have a lot of people, so if the Lin family sees it tomorrow, there might be some trouble." Ling Qingyu stood up and said. She is not afraid of trouble. The problem is that although Yang Zhao said that he has a five-day vacation, but judging by their actions, he is obviously urged to leave. Maybe there is a time limit for returning. Once there is any trouble, Yang Zhao will not let himself here. Go face it, if he doesn't leave, if he misses the return date, it will be ten lives.
"Didn't it mean that the first day to the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month is when the ancestors receive sacrifices? My parents love me so much, they must hope that I will visit them when I come back." Seeing that Zheng Xi still looked worried, Ling Qingyu smiled.
Zheng Bo drove the carriage, Yang Zhao and the others separated into a party of three and climbed up the hill beside Taihu Lake.
After burning the joss sticks, they burned the paper figures and horses in the lee.
Ling Qingyu kowtowed deeply three times, and said silently: "Mother, don't worry, give my daughter some more time, and I will definitely make those people die."
Yang Zhao knelt beside her, kowtowed three times, and said silently in his heart: "Uncle and aunt, Zhao will do my best to protect her, and when Zhao's event is settled, he will formally come to ask for marriage, and he will definitely live up to her in this life. "
There was a slight night breeze, and Mama Zheng was babbling in front of the grave while burning paper and chanting in a low voice. Her thin voice combined with the paper dust all over the sky was like a snowfall in June.
Looking at the half-lit lights of the mountain villa in the distance, Ling Qingyu pointed to the scenic place full of flowers, and said to Yang Zhao who was walking beside him: "It was originally the residence my father gave to my mother. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Yang Zhao held her hand. Although separated by a long distance, the beauty of the courtyard is still vaguely discernible. It is conceivable how much painstaking effort was spent at the beginning. She grew up there, and she should have been a noble lady with her ten fingers not touching the sun, but now her hands are full of calluses, she can sail, go to sea, and take care of everything by herself.
"Zhao," Ling Qingyu was taken aback when he saw the pain in Yang Zhao's eyes, and then smiled, "I actually prefer the free life on the boat. In the backyard, it’s worse than killing me. I’m not commemorating the wealth in that yard. When it comes to wealth, my current wealth is more than ten times that of my father’s. My heartache is only for my mother and my father’s original intentions. "So please forgive me, Yang Zhao, although I like you, I will not give up my way of life.
Yang Zhao didn't make a sound, but just held her hand tightly.
It was almost midnight when they returned to the small courtyard, and the Zheng family went back to their own small courtyard. Seeing that other people had found rooms in the front yard to live in, Ling Qingyu went back to the backyard.
This small courtyard was originally a second entrance, and there were seven rooms in the front yard that used to be lived by members of the Zheng family. Fang Lingqingyu didn't move at all, only Zheng's mother cleaned regularly.
Sitting in the main room, more than two years have passed, and the smile of the young mother in this world seems to be still in front of my eyes.
Looking at the moon to the sky, Ling Qingyu gently closed the door of the main room, and returned to the east wing room where he lived. There were also three east wing rooms. The one on the left Ling Qingyu converted into a bathroom. At this time, the big wooden barrel in the room was already full. After drinking warm water and checking the water temperature, Ling Qingyu took off his clothes and took a bath.
"Yang Zhao." Yang Zhaogang was about to push the door of the east wing, when he heard Yan San calling from behind, he turned his head and looked at him.
"Come here." Yan San pointed to the stone table in the small yard, and sat by the table by himself.
"What's the matter?" Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, but walked over and sat opposite him.
"It's time." Looking up at the sky, Yan San rubbed his brows and said, "There is something I must tell you."
"Say something quickly."
"Did she kill a thousand-year-old snake when she was on that island?" Seeing Yang Zhao nodding his head, Yan San continued, "She also ate the snake pill of that snake, which is why she became invulnerable to all poisons later on. No snake on the island dare touch her."
"We all know this." Yang Zhao said impatiently.
"Then do you know that the snake pill is not something you can eat casually? The thousand-year-old snake is about to transform into a dragon. Its snake pill is an excellent thing, but it is also a very dark thing. Let me tell you, if the snake pill is a woman Eat it," Yan San organized his words, and said: "Women are originally yin, and the snake pill is an extremely yin thing. If there is nothing to feed it, at midnight on July 14th, the most cloudy time of the year, It could kill her."
Yang Zhao turned pale, looked at the sky again, stood up abruptly, opened the door and rushed in.
Ling Qingyu had fallen asleep with her head leaning against the edge of the barrel, but a thin layer of ice appeared on the surface of the water that was supposed to be steaming.
"What do you want to feed?" Yang Zhao yelled at Yan San after holding Ling Qingyu out, but the body in his arms was icy cold.
"Yang Jing." Yan San pointed to his lower body, and said, "We must feed you."
"Get out." Yang Zhao put Ling Qingyu on the bed in the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and said in a low voice.
Yan San closed the door, sat on the stone table, took out the soup pot stolen from the kitchen, poured a bowl, and drank slowly.
Her body was supposed to be warm and moist, where people couldn't extricate themselves, but now it was cold and dry, so cold that Yang Zhao shivered unknowingly.
"It's fine, it'll be fine." Yang Zhao leaned over and kissed the lips stained with hoarfrost.
Feeling the scorching heat, Ling Qingyu's body slowly stretched, like a small mouth sucking more and more forcefully, this feeling was too exciting, Yang Zhao let out a low growl, and released it all.
Watching the frost slowly receding from her face, Yang Zhao sped up, unlike before, now he could clearly feel that the suction in her body not only sucked the yang essence, but also seemed to suck his physical strength and vitality together. went in.
Is that the price? You saved us desperately, and then made yourself like this? Released again, Yang Zhao fell powerlessly on Ling Qingyu's body. Seeing that her face was still blue and her lips were pale white, she unconsciously kissed her lips, and thrust in fiercely, entangled and sucked her body temperature It was all passed on to her.
Hearing the movement in the room stopped, Yan San stood up and pushed open the door.
Yang Zhao stared at him, saw that he started to undress Shi Shiran, closed his eyes, and said, "Let me go out first."
"Are you still able to move?" Yan San said without stopping his hands, sweeping his gaze over Yang Zhao's shrunken and small guy who could no longer exert strength.
Yang Zhao gritted his teeth, forced himself to sit up from the bed, looked at Ling Qingyu's still blue body with reluctance, supported the edge of the bed and was about to get out of bed, his feet softened, and his weak body fell to the foot of the bed.
Without waiting for Yang Zhao's annoyed fist to hit him, Yan San directly touched his acupuncture point, said in a low voice, trouble, put him on the foot of the bed and sat down, and then got on the bed.
Panted a few times, and left her body, Yan San got up, supported his weak body and moved to the wooden frame, dipped the handkerchief in water, cleaned Ling Qingyu's lower body, then threw Yang Zhao on the bed, and untied her. He picked up his clothes, leaned on the wall and walked out.
The door closed behind him, Yan San slid slowly along the wall and sat on the ground.
The moonlight has faded, and the room is dyed with a layer of clear light from the window.