Chapter 68

Fatmei waved her hand and asked her warrior to step back two steps. Then she pushed Yan Qi's sword out of her fan and walked to Ling Qingyu. Her slender fingers picked up her chin, bent her eyes and smiled, saying, "I like you."

Ling Qingyu's chin was picked up and his eyes looked at ram. Ram ah twice and said, "she said she likes you."

Fatmei put down her finger, took the bracelet from the servant's hand, picked up Ling Qingyu's hand and put it on, then kissed it gently on the back, dragged her hand and left.

Ahhh? This is to buy me for ten thousand gold? Ling Qingyu's head is still misty, Yan San's short sword has been out of its sheath and rushed to fatmei's neck.

Yan San's sword was as fast as lightning, and it was about to cut a blood hole between fatmei's neck.

"No!" Lingqingyu hurried. Kill fatmei and they really can't go.

Yan San's sword paused a little, stretched out a machete from behind fatmei, clanged his sword, and then fought with him.

Surrounded by people, fatmei also tightly held Ling Qingyu's hand to make the two people almost stick together. Yan San's sword moves were like the wind, and the moves were deadly, but the man was not weak at all. The knife speed was very fast, which not only blocked his moves, but also some unexpected counterattacks.

"Stop fighting, RAM. Tell her I'm willing to visit her." Ling Qingyu said to ram.

After listening to ram's words, fatmei shouted. The man who fought with Yan San blocked Yan San's sword, withdrew and stood behind fatmei. Yan San also withdrew his sword and retreated behind Ling Qingyu.

Ling Qingyu glanced at the man who had fought with Yan San for dozens of moves. He was a young man with honey skin. Standing behind fatmei with his head down, he hid all his breath, like a shadow.

"Styrax, Rhizoma Coptidis, you go to the ship to get some red roses, and then send them to the Lord's house. Remember, there are no more people." Ling Qingyu said to Suhexiang.

When she finished, fatmei smiled and took her to her step. The warriors on both sides stepped back and let Yan San and them follow.

Bu Yu was very big. Seeing that Ling Qingyu refused to lie down, fatmei let her sit, leaned on her chest, stroked her face, and then issued several orders.

Bu Yu was steadily lifted up. Several servants had left first, and the party went to the outside of aizabu.

Not far from aizab, there is a palace, half Arab style and half ancient Egyptian style. White marble stairs are built along the river, and then several palaces with gossamer hanging around are built.

One of the halls closest to the river has set up cushions, and servants shuttle among them, arranging fruit dishes. The river is full of sleeping lotus flowers, with a faint fragrance floating.

This is not the Nile basin. It must have taken a lot of work to build it like this.

Seeing Ling Qingyu's curious look, fatmei laughed, suddenly raised her body and kissed her face. Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and 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, then fatmei became honest again, just touching her hand and talking to herself.

In front of the palace, he stepped down, and fatmei still led Ling Qingyu into the palace. Tables and chairs had been arranged in the palace. His highness knelt down and sat down with many musicians. When he saw fatmei, they all bent to the ground.

Fatmei pulled Ling Qingyu and sat beside her, soft as bone, leaning on her. With a wave of her hand, the music below rang.

Yan San, Yan Qi, Yang Zhao stood outside the hall and looked at the palace. The two women leaned together with a smile (in fact, it was just fatmei leaning on Ling Qingyu) to feed each other, or smiled a few times. The more ambiguous they looked, the more ambiguous they looked, and their faces were not good.

Ling Qingyu complained in her heart, but she didn't fall down. The food that fatmei fed her was as sweet as it could be, my God! She hates eating such sweet and greasy things most! But seeing the layers of warriors around the palace, he endured his nausea and ate another piece.

"I can kill five." Ram grinded his teeth.

"Five." Sanjay learned little about Dazhou, and his words are usually concise.

"Five." Ye Shiyi also said.

Yang Zhao glanced around. There were knife lights flashing behind the tree palace. There were hundreds of guards here. Most importantly, there was a man beside the woman who could confront Yan San for dozens of moves without losing face.

"Did you spell it?" Yan Qi asked.

Yan San and Yang Zhao did not speak. They both looked at the man who had been kneeling behind fatmei at the same time. This was just a shot. If there were several masters like him, it would only harm Ling Qingyu.

"Lord Philip asked to see you." The voice of a servant rose outside.

Fatmei frowned and sat up a little straighter. She was the Lord of aizab, but Philip was the mayor of aizab sent by the king, so he had to give him some face.

The slovenly Egyptian, who was still drunk yesterday, appeared in the style of a floating elder today, saluted fatmei in a serious manner, and then sat down in the next seat in a serious manner.

Ling Qingyu shook his head and pointed to the man, unable to speak.

"Hello, Miss Ling." Philip greeted Ling Qingyu gracefully and politely, which was the only big Zhou dialect he learned yesterday.

Then Philip and fatmei began to talk. Ling Qingyu didn't understand what they said, but she began to look very bad. She gently pulled her clothes.

As she pulled, fatmei's face immediately turned to grievance, and she hugged her neck and cried.

auzw. What is this situation? Www. 68mn? Ling Qingyu stared at Philip dumbfounded. Philip frowned and said a long string to fatmei.

"Well, the old man is the mayor of aizab. He told the woman that our master is a tycoon from the past week. He is the person the king told to receive well and ask fatmei not to be capricious." Lam smiled and translated.

Ling Qingyu patted the woman who was also very beautiful when she cried in her arms. Well, she had no choice for women, not to mention such a beautiful and lovely woman who cried. At the corner of her eyes, she just saw he Li holding several red dragons, and hurriedly waved him in.

Seeing Philip nodding, the servant next to him dodged and let he Li go up the palace steps. Then someone took the red Luo in his hand and put it beside Ling Qingyu.

"Fatmei, fatmei," Ling Qingyu patted her and asked her to sit up. Then she picked up the red Luo and shook it gently. The colorful saruo, as light as smoke, floated all over the hall.

Fatmei's eyes lit up.

"For you." Seeing that she didn't understand, Ling Qingyu said to ram from a distance, "you tell her this is for her, and I'm willing to make friends with her."

Ram went up the steps of the palace and said to fatmei, "Your Highness Royal Highness Princess, our master said that she also wants to be friends with you very much. These red roses are gifts she gave you to show her intention."

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

"The princess said, I hope you can stay in aizabu, and she will treat you like her sister." Lam translated, and then said in his heart, sister? Is this a sister?

"I can't stay here. My family is in Dazhou. Naturally, I want to go home, but next time I come, I will come to see her." Ling Qingyu laughed.

After Lam translated, fatmei pouted, and Philip said aside, "Your Highness Royal Highness Princess, the trade with Da Zhou is very important to our kingdom. If the princess keeps her here, who will continue to run back to the ship? Princess, please don't be capricious."

"But she's so cute, so cute!" fatmay said to Philip.

Philip looked at Ling Qingyu, tall, bright smile, both feminine and masculine, both male and female, and the tolerant and tolerant appearance of Ren fatmei eating tofu. No wonder fatmei refused to let go. This is her favorite bite!

"Princess fatmay! Your highness Aragon will be back soon. Are you sure you want to keep her?" Philip coughed and offered his killer mace.

Fatmei immediately stopped speaking, pursed her mouth and looked at Philip plaintively. Seeing that he was still smiling, it was estimated that Aragon was indeed coming back. Thinking of the vinegar jar, she sighed and said to Ling Qingyu, "how about you stay a few more days? Stay with me more."

After listening to Lam's translation, the corner of his eye received Philip's hard-working wink. Ling Qingyu laughed and said, "there are still a lot of goods to sell on the ship. How about coming back with you next time when you're free?"

After Lam translated, seeing fatme, Philip coughed and said, "Princess fatme, the message I received is that his highness Aragon will be in aizab tonight, and his highness Musa will be back tomorrow."

"How could it be finished so soon?" Fatmei puzzled and said that Aragon was still talking about the past. Did Musa's place end so soon?

"It is said that his highness Musa heard that his highness Aragon was coming back." Philip raised his eyebrows at her and said with an expression you know.

"You still have a lot of goods to sell, so you'd better go back as soon as possible," fatmei stood up and pulled Ling Qingyu up. "If you want help, you can find Philip or my long history."

Although she didn't understand her words, Ling Qingyu realized that it was for her to leave, and hurriedly said happily, "thank you."

Fatmei took Ling Qingyu's hand and went to the gate of the palace.

She didn't sit and talk to Ling Qingyu all the way. From time to time, she pointed to the beautiful palaces and exquisite gardens on both sides, and Ling Qingyu also nodded with a smile.

The two people walked all the way to the palace gate in a good atmosphere, and suddenly a low cry of pain came from the side.

As soon as fatmei's face changed, the servants on both sides jumped out and pushed aside the flowers by the road.

Behind the flowers was a small open space, with several columns erected. At this time, a blonde boy of 11 or 12 years old was tied to the middle column, and his body was full of whip marks. The uncontrollable pain came from the corner of his mouth.

Fatmei spit out a word coldly, and another servant came forward.

Yan San saw that ram's face was slightly unbearable and asked, "what's the matter?"

"Pile punishment." Ram whispered.

Lingqingyu heard it and thought it was not the punishment I knew, right? But he saw that the servant resisted a stick next to him, one end of which had been cut to a sharp point.

The servant drove the stake into the ground, then untied the boy from the post, bifurcated his legs, pointed his back hole at the tip of the pointed stick, and wanted to insert it.

"Wait." Ling Qingyu couldn't help shouting.

The servant paused for a moment and looked at fatmay.

Fatmei's eyes turned twice on the boy and Ling Qingyu's face, looked at the people behind her, smiled and said two words. The servant listened to her words, put the boy down, put it in front of ram and threw it to him.

Lam took over the boy and said to Ling Qingyu with a wry smile, "the princess said, this boy gives it to you..." the sentence behind warm bed killed dare not say it.

Ling Qingyu turned back, waved again to fatmei, who was still facing each other from a distance at the gate of the palace, and said to Yang Zhao, "hurry up."

Yang Zhao clamped his feet, and the horse that sat down ran up. After a while, he completely left the palace behind.