Chapter 520

"Night spirit, go and check the little girl who entered the palace today." Leaning on the soft couch, ye Xi took a breath and cried out in pain, "it's said that it's the daughter of Li Yan, the Duke of Zhenbei, but the two girls are about the same age, but they don't look like each other."

"Li Qingwan?" Yelu was silent for a long time 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, and the older died of dystocia. After leaving the younger one, Li Yan adopted it as his daughter."

"Mu Guiyun's daughter!" Ye Xi got up in anger, and his waist suddenly hurt like a crack, so he had to fall back and cover his back for a while before he breathed again. He angrily said, "he dared to save her life privately! Night spirit, since you know this, why don't you do it?"

"It's the seventh master who said he didn't want to add guilt to the master. It's good to kill him without being born. Since he has come out, it's also an innocent life. In fact, general he also guessed roughly." The night soul murmured.

"Sin..." Ye Xi laughed cruelly and evil, and said, "I have enough on me, and I'm not afraid of one more! That woman is not old, but she is extremely rampant. She dares to ignore the guard's resistance or even scold and threaten the guard in the palace. Such a person is a disaster if she stays!"

"But Li Yan..."

"Li Yan is not so stupid. I will ask someone to tell him directly about today's matter. If he has any opinions about such a daughter, Li Yan, there is no need to stay."

Night soul stared at Ye Xi in a daze. He had never understood the difference between Ye Xi and him so deeply at this moment.

Even if the injury is not healed and it is difficult to walk, ye Xi's fearless domineering spirit is still a little bit, and he despises the heroes. As long as it is for that person, even if he is an enemy of the world, it doesn't matter how domineering he is. It's the arrogant domineering spirit engraved in his bones after he has killed many people and experienced many lives and deaths.

It was March in the northern mansion of Datong mansion, and the green was not yet on the treetops. The wind still had a refreshing chill, just like Li Yan's mood at this time.

The letter had been crumpled by his efforts, and the words on it were as heavy as a mountain.

At that time, he was soft hearted and wanted to stay for mu Guiyun. He always thought that no one knew, and he always thought that he was hidden. It turned out that those people had already known, but had been conniving at him, no, not conniving. At the beginning, he Li only left him to guard Yanmen pass, which seemed to be entrusted with an important task, but as a military general, attacking cities, seizing land, opening up borders and expanding soil was the place where he could get the most military achievements, Although he and Du Ming were made Duke, compared with those people, especially with Gao Liu and Wei Lang, what is he? Just guarding Yanmen pass, even Datong was captured because Shan Fu was transferred back.

He Li, we are brothers! After so many years, you don't believe me!

Li Yan's heart ached like a twist when he sobbed silently.

The death of the eldest daughter of Zhenbei government due to an emergency did not cause much trouble, but the familiar ladies would sigh that the beautiful little girl died a little pity.

A small hill was built in the backyard of the northern mansion of Bianjing Town, and Li Qingwan's favorite things were buried in the hill. Li Ding'an, the son of the northern mansion of Bianjing, wiped his tears, looked at the direction of the palace with a fierce look in his eyes, and fiercely inserted his short sword on the ground.

Ling Qingyu!

In mid March, the 10th battalion of Luocha army went straight down to Nanjiang from Chengdu Road, caught Nanguang man unprepared, and plunged into Dali like a sharp knife.

In April, the South Dan Manzhou was defeated.

On the fifth Dragon Boat Festival in May, a huge dragon boat race was held in Bianjing. After half a year, ye Xi appeared in front of all the ministers for the first time and sat next to Ling Qingyu.

Cheng Fu, an old Cheng Xiang, sat in a rocking chair and looked at the fireworks outside, looking lonely, with a faint memory in his eyes.

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"Father!" He called softly, and there was some anxiety in his voice.

Glancing at the second son, Cheng sighed and said, "don't mix with them anymore, ye Xi, that's not someone you can mess with."

Ye Xi divided Luo Xianjun into two, half to support the bleak Southern Xinjiang, and the other half to Du Ming. They went to Beijing to recuperate themselves. Those people thought this was an opportunity, thinking that this was the behavior Ye Xi had to do under the pressure of Ling Qingyu. They also thought that ye Xi was forced to recuperate in the dormitory of Ling Qingyu in the imperial palace. With Ye Xi's nature, how can ye Xi endure this insult! Now ye Xi is very famous, and his combat achievements can even surpass He Li and Zhao Yinfeng. He was originally born in the Ling family, and he has a hatred of killing his sister and his maternal ancestors with Ling Qingyu.

What a fool! Seeing the unwillingness in Cheng Bing's eyes, Cheng sighed, but still couldn't help mentioning him and said, "did you see a trace of reluctance on his face when you saw Ye Xi today?"

Cheng Bing was stunned. He recalled the man sitting next to Ling Qingyu on the high platform, dressed in a dark red wide robe, with a lazy face and cold eyes. Although he could not sit steadily and leaned on the chair, his peerless face made the fireworks all over the sky lose color.

Oh, run away... Unwilling? Except for the cold glance that made him cold to the bone, the man's face didn't have any expression of reluctance and coercion, but exuded a kind of silent domineering, which made people dare not look up.

Alas... With a long sigh, Cheng Xiang stood up and walked to the yard with his bow back. Ling Qingyu returned the Cheng family to him, and also gave him dignity and money to provide for the elderly. It was his lack of heart. When he saw his second son coming back from his hometown, he thought of using his appearance similar to Cheng Jia to win more status for the Cheng family.

Wrong, Jia'er, my son, who I didn't even see the last time, is irreplaceable

Having a banquet with all officials, as the female emperor, he had to drink a few mouthfuls. Ye Xi's serious injury was not healed, but it was not good for him. He could use his frozen eyes to stop all the toasts coming forward, but he could not stop Ling Qingyu from going down to toast.

Although she didn't drink much, it was enough for her to return to the palace, and her feet had begun to float.

Looking at the woman whose eyes began to drift, ye Xi sighed helplessly, "night spirit, you go."

"Ah?" Night spirit put Ling Qingyu on the bed, poured a bowl of sobering soup from the side, raised her to feed her, and looked at Ye Xi with puzzlement.

In a cold sweat, ye Xi propped up his waist and supported the door frame step by step. If it weren't for Lao Tzu's waist, you would take advantage of it! Grandma's, that quack!

"Yan San..." Jiao Qiao took a coquettish look, and a call brought several turns of sweetness, but it made Ye Xi's heart ache as if it were broken, and his hand holding the door frame tightly squeezed into the wood.

His face was crimson, his eyes were full of misty water, and his lips with wine smell were ruddy and attractive. His face, which was no longer young, was so mature and charming that it made people intoxicated, which made night soul's heart beat violently at once, Lengleng Leng let her arms wrap around, and then the hot lips stuck to his lips.

"Yan San..." she called low, and the delicate kiss began to warm and hug tightly. The heat of her body made yepu tremble all over.

"Is it OK? Master? Is night spirit OK?" Push her away a little, uneasy, but full of hope, night soul's voice with a tremor.

"Ah?" The woman's expression became extremely smart, her eyes were full of cramps, and her lips were full of a playful smile. She smiled and said, "why, Yan San, is this afraid? Didn't you say you wanted to see what the Longyang eighteen style is?"

Uh! Night soul recollected the legend of this man's drunkenness

As the woman threw down vigorously and fell on the bed, she looked at the woman's eyes shining, and her mouth spoke incomprehensible language. Night spirit was faint, and a little bit burst into a strong smile. When Ling Qingyu asked whether to or not, she replied, yes.

No matter who you think of me, as long as you can be happy