Looking at Yang Zhao, who is very unusual today, Ling Qingyu narrowed her eyes, looked at Hao Sheng, nodded and said, "my a Zhao is really handsome."

Yang Zhao smiled, walked to her side and sat down. He poked her forehead and asked, "is it still burning?"

When he left, Ling Qingyu had a low fever and didn't wake up. After a morning's ceremony, he was worried all morning. As soon as the matter was finished, he ran back directly. Just standing at the door, he heard Alan say that her pain had recovered, and his heart was even more worried.

"It's all right, Alan said. This is a sign that the bones are beginning to grow well. Maybe it's still a little repeated during this period." Ling Qingyu laughed. Alan also said that she recovered so quickly, which had something to do with the snake pill, but she was actually quite worried. As long as she worked hard, the snake pill would inevitably have sequelae.

"Why don't we push for the wedding reception in the future?" Carefully touched her zongzi leg, Yang Zhao said.

"Ah? I'm so anxious, so you're not in a hurry? Don't you want to marry me?" Ling Qingyu looked at him sideways and said.

"How could it!" Yang Zhao looked up anxiously, and his lips trembled slightly. "I've been waiting for this day... But your legs..."

"Fool, as long as you wrap it better, it's the same as if the person carrying the sedan chair is not bumpy and doesn't sit at home with me?" Ling Qingyu hugged his neck, pulled his head down, gently kissed his lips, and laughed.

"Qingyu, today's five rites have gone, and you are already my wife." Yang Zhao gathered the broken hair in front of her forehead, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead because of the pain just now, then slightly lowered his head and held her lips, saying, "even in the law, Zhao belongs to you."

Uh? Don't I belong to you?

Yang Zhao's kiss became deeper and harder, and the arm holding her waist became tighter and tighter, so ling Qingyu couldn't think about anything else at once, but just responded to his kiss until she almost suffocated.

Ling Qingyu sighed in her heart and pulled down the window with an empty hand.

"Your leg... Will hurt..." Yang Zhao groaned, spilling a sentence from the corner of his mouth.

"I'll help you," Ling Qingyu whispered in his ear, "do you want it?"

"Well... Not now..." Yang Zhao put a gentle smile on his scarlet cheek and said, "everything of Zhao is for you, Qingyu, wait for you, wait for you."

"Zhao..." Ling Qingyu sighed softly.

Yang Zhao fell on her, let her breathe slowly, and endured her desire.

Ling Qingyu hugged him around the waist, and the shivering of the body lying on his body slowly stopped, and then said, "Zhao, you go and make a wooden frame."

"I don't want to make you feel bad." Yang Zhao's voice was also a little hoarse.

"It's not whether it's uncomfortable or not," Ling Qingyu said bitterly, "it's the problem it wants."

Yang Zhao unconsciously raised his body and looked at her. Seeing her, he nodded, got up, dressed quickly, and said, "I'll do it right away."

"It's too late in the evening." Ling Qingyu's voice hasn't fallen yet. Yang Zhao has pushed the door out and tied his clothes without changing his color in his eyes in the yard as he walked.

auzw. "Yes, although you are the first child, you look good, eh..." Alan said, and his eyes turned from Qin Yuanxiang to the back of Yang Zhao who hurried by, and then said to himself, "suspicious! Suspicious!"

"Is there a problem? Miracle doctor?" Qin Yuanxiang felt nervous and asked.

"Naturally, there is a problem! Ah? No, it's none of your business," Alan twisted back and said with a smile, "walk more and eat less meat. Don't worry, the child is very healthy!"

"You wait." Said something to Qin Yuanxiang. In her confused eyes, Alan quickly walked into the room.

"Cough." Seeing that Ling Qingyu was still a wandering expression, Alan coughed violently twice, then sat next to her and looked at her up and down with a very obscene look.

"We didn't do anything!" Ling Qingyu glanced at her obliquely and said.

"Oh?" Alan's ending sound is high.

"In charge." Han Liang sounded outside the room with a voice of joy that could not be hidden.

Ling Qingyu hurriedly answered.

"The head of the family," Han Peng hurried into the door, handed lingqingyu the marriage certificate and a piece of paper in her hand, and said, "the head of the family, have a look."

Ling Qingyu took it in his hand and pondered slightly. Alan had already smiled and took it. He opened it and said, "what a beautiful handwriting. Did you write it, shopkeeper Han? Ah, Yang Zhao joined the Ling family as his son-in-law and didn't change his surname. In the future, the child will follow Ling's surname. Is this?"

Ling Qingyu was stunned, took the paper over, saw the four big words on it, entered the superfluous agreement, looked at the content again, and unconsciously looked up to Han Liang and said, "how can this be so? He is not an ordinary person!"

"Yes, this is what General Yang asked me to write last night. Today, I witnessed it in front of the county magistrate and the county mayor, and it has been put on record in the government. Although Zhou did not clearly say that officials should not be redundant, it must have an impact on General Yang's reputation. Do you understand general Yang's intentions when he is in charge?" Han Liang sighed. He knew that Yang Zhao loved Ling Qingyu deeply, but he didn't expect that he could do so. He remembered the look on the face of the county magistrate and the county mayor when they saw the marriage letter and agreement, and then thought of the memorial that Yang Zhao handed to Ling Qingyu for sealing. It was estimated that a bead of eye would fall off in Bianjing.

Ling Qingyu was shocked and heard Han Liang sigh, "in this way, the property of the Ling family will not be affected, and the industries originally purchased in the name of General Yang will also be smoothly incorporated."

Ling Qingyu slowly put down the marriage letter, carefully put it away, and then smiled at Han Liang, "my dowry is ready?"

Han Liang nodded, Avenue: "108 sets, Yan Qi had already sent a batch of them before. This time, Zheng Xi and Cai Jingfang brought another batch. The temple Ling Qingluo red embroidery brought them all, as well as 10 sets of gold headgear, 10 sets of emerald headgear, 10 sets of lanolin white jade headgear, 10 sets of gem headgear, 5 sets of diamond headgear, and 10 sets of pearls. In addition, there are gold Buddha, jade carving, coral ivory products, gold, silver, pearl, gem, wax, turquoise, emerald jewelry, all from there The exquisite products made by the artisans in the past two years, together with the full set of red sandalwood furniture brought by Yan Qi and the utensils and jewelry made by Huangjing Zhoutan, as well as those brocades, leather clothes from the north, and foreign brocades, I'm afraid 108 units can't be put down. " The dowry of Ling Qingyu comes from three aspects. One part is the fine products left by Han Liang in the market trade, including fur and fur products, gems and jade, and the other part is the top silk products brought by Cai Jingfang and Zheng Xi from Jiangnan, the fine products made in his own silver house workshop, lacquerware, porcelain and wood, Some of them were brought from Lingjia village. Over the years, the best gems and Jadeites from abroad have remained in Lingjia village. They have been made into all kinds of exquisite ornaments and decorations by Zhou Tan and Huangjing, and there are already the best wood there. This time, even the wedding bed was brought by Fengshen, with all kinds of spices, Zhuluo and Red Sea specialties, coral Ivory rhinoceros horn pearls, exotic treasures, and there are always thousands of pieces, When unpacking the box, they blinded them directly. It is estimated that tomorrow they will blinded all the people in the city.

"Han Liang, although I don't know whether it's right or wrong to do this, once we do it, we have no way back." Ignoring Alan's face directly, Ling Qingyu looked at Han Liang.

"Has the master made up his mind?" Han Liang looked at her with a smile and said.

"Well, I've made up my mind." Ling Qingyu nodded and said, "maybe I'm dragging you down a path of no return. Aren't you afraid?" It's OK for other servants to say, but Han Liang, the big shopkeeper, once she has an accident, he will never run away.

"As long as the decision to be the head of the family is made, Han Liang will follow to the death." Han Liang said with a faint smile.

"When tomorrow's things are delivered, you can choose ten, OK?" Ling Qingyu turned her head to Aran Dao, whose face was already exaggerated.

Alan immediately closed his chin with both hands and said, "am I such a greedy person? Ten kinds are not enough."

"As the head of the household, I'll prepare first. I'll get married tomorrow, and I'll have to check things again." Han Liang smiled and saluted and went out.