Chapter 515

A woman in her thirties was not beautiful, and she looked at herself with a dull face. Cheng Xuan bowed down with Wang xuanzhi, but she was very disdainful in her heart. For such a person, her father actually let herself into her harem. Sure enough, no matter how hard she tried, she could not compare with her brother's position in her father's heart.

"This is Cheng Bing." Looking at Ling Qingyu's face slowly recovering, Wang xuanzhi said with a faint smile.

The disdain of the young man's eyes did not escape Ling Qingyu's eyes. Although he was indeed 89% similar at first sight, he came closer and found that the young man and Cheng Jia were at most similar in appearance. His deliberately imitative behavior left him behind. It turned out to be Cheng Jia's common brother.

Such a person unexpectedly made her see Cheng Jia at that moment. Ling Qingyu despised herself very much in her heart. As expected, she hadn't seen them for too long, and she had assumptions

With a self deprecating smile, Ling Qingyu resumed the faint smile on her face, sat down and said, "is Mr. Cheng Jia's brother, old Mr. Cheng, trying to make his son become an official?"

One of Wang Xuan smiled, and before answering, Cheng Bing laughed and said, "yes, my father said that your majesty needs several chamberlains around. I don't know if you have that honor?"

Uh? This is really bold! Glancing at Wang xuanzhi who was stunned, Ling Qingyu's smile was deeper.

"Your Majesty doesn't need any servants around. Prince Cheng must have understood the meaning of old Mr. Cheng wrong." With the bright voice, it seemed that a figure suddenly appeared outside the waterside pavilion, dressed in red and silver armor, with a peerless face, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, making his beautiful face more charming than the summer flowers around him.

"Master!" Several steps into the waterside pavilion, knelt in front of Ling Qingyu, picked up her hand and kissed her gently. Ye Xi looked up and said with a smile, "eleven is back."

Uh?! Ling Qingyu was stunned again. Seeing ye Xi's dusty appearance, she must have rushed back, and then directly performed lightness skills to enter the palace. Well, a few days later, it will be July 14. She has given up entanglement with Ye Xi on this day, but is it so high-profile? Even a hand kiss? Ye eleven, what do you want?

Cheng Bing's face suddenly froze. What's the situation? Father, you didn't tell me that this old woman has such a beautiful male pet!

"General Ye is in such a hurry to come back. There must be state affairs. We'll leave first." Wang xuanzhi saluted. With that, he pulled Cheng Bing and took the lead out of the waterside pavilion.

With Wang xuanzhi's words, Su Wanyun couldn't sit still, so they all got up to leave and went back to the main venue.

Looking at Cheng Bing's back, he snorted coldly. When he turned his head, his eyebrows, eyes and corners of his mouth were all gentle, with a coquettish tone. Ye Xi said, "master, eleven has been on the road for two days. How about the bathhouse for eleven?"

His face was too beautiful. When he restrained his murderous spirit, his gentle eyebrows and eyes took on an amazing beauty. Such a coquettish appearance made people not realize that he was a bloodthirsty Luocha at the age of 25.

Alan chuckled. After seeing Zhao Yinfeng's tricks, ye Xi simply kept pace with the times and learned 50% of Zhao Yinfeng's scoundrels. He just couldn't do Zhao Yinfeng's boundless appearance. Alan felt that his future life must be full of surprises and happiness.

"Go, go." Ling Qingyu stared at them and said helplessly. Although she spent most of her time in lingfu's Guanyuan, there was still a palace in the palace, with a marble bathhouse inside.

***

When night fell, the back garden of the Imperial Palace opened again after five years. The sky was full of bright stars, dotted with stars, the winding corridor of the Quyuan, wide sleeved flowing clothes, warblers singing softly, and the lights and shadows were complex. The streamers were dazzling and beautiful.

Ling Qingyu occupied the main seat, with colorful female relatives on one side and wide sleeved and floating ministers on the other side. Night spirit and ye Xi stood behind her.

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Between the light and shadow, the man in dark red tight clothes is more dazzling than the beautiful color of stars in the sky.

Almost instantly captured the hearts of girls in the hall.

***

"That Nvzhen clan is really tough," he said softly, pointing around the woman's hair and looking at the lazy woman lying on the bed with her eyes slightly closed. "If it weren't for you to say, give them another ten years, I'm afraid the troops would get up. It would be more troublesome to pack up at that time, but now it's not a climate."

"Eleven," said Ling Qingyu, with his eyes closed and his voice still lazy, "don't kill too much."

"Huh?" Holding her from behind, ye Xi bent down and kissed her neck and ear.

"After occupying a place, let Zhu Wei leave here to prepare for immigration and assimilate them with our cultural economy." Being kissed by him, Ling Qingyu put his hand on his arm and whispered, "there will be retribution for killing too many people."

"I don't care..." Ye Xi kissed her lips along her cheek and whispered.

"I care..." as soon as the murmuring words were finished, ye Xi's kiss suddenly became hot, and he vigorously sucked the lips that said the words that made his heart almost stop beating.

All tribes in Northern Xinjiang are brave and belligerent, and those on the grassland are naturally aggressive. To suppress them at the fastest speed, there is only absolutely bloody force. You are tyrannical, and I am more tyrannical than you. The larger the territory captured by the Luocha army, the more people will disappear.

Retribution, then it's all on me. Sister, only by calming the vast land in Northern Xinjiang as soon as possible, can I come back to you.

**

On the ghost festival on July 15, the state festival was held in Bianjing city according to the usual practice. Ling Qingyu drove easily to the clothes Tomb of Yang Zhao, he Li and Zhao Yinfeng.

The three mausoleums that have been renovated are not far away. Many white flags have been hung in front of the tombs, flowers have been placed in a piece, and paper money and treasure are flying in the wind.

People's hearts, people's hearts are actually the simplest. They will remember who protects them and gives them a good life.

"General, you've suffered so much incense, should you be happy now? If you're not happy, just tell me. Although I can't solve it, at least I can listen to your complaints." The thin chattering sound sounded in front of Zhao Yinfeng's tomb. Zhao Meng had knelt in front of the tomb, burning paper money and chatting.

Starting from Yang Zhao's tomb, Ling Qingyu took the lead, followed by Gao Liu and other old friends in Beijing to offer incense and worship one by one.

The paper dust flying all over the sky, together with the distant bell sound from Bian capital, became the most burning scenery in that summer.

**

On the morning of July 16, ye Xi quietly left, and the red and white horses rushed to the distant battlefield alone.