Chapter 515 Phantom

The woman in her thirties, who was not pretty, looked at her with a dull look on her face. Cheng Xu followed Wang Xuanzhi and bowed and saluted, but he was very disdainful in his heart. His father actually allowed him to enter her harem. Sure enough, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't compare to his elder brother's status in his father's heart.

"This is Cheng Xu." Wang Xuanzhi said with a faint smile as Ling Qingyu's expression slowly recovered.

The disdain in the young man's eyes did not escape Ling Qingyu's eyes. Although they were indeed 89% similar when they first met, when they got closer, they realized that the young man and Cheng Jia were similar in appearance at most, and their behaviors and behaviors were deliberately imitated. Instead, he was left behind and turned out to be Cheng Jia's younger brother.

Such a person actually made her think of Cheng Jia at that moment. Ling Qingyu despised herself in her heart. Sure enough, she hadn't seen them for a long time, and she had some assumptions...

Smiling at himself, Ling Qingyu regained the faint smile on his face. After sitting down, he said: "Cheng Jia's younger brother, does Mr. Cheng want the young master to become an official?"

Wang Xuan smiled, but before he could answer, Cheng Xu had already smiled and said: "Yes, my father said that His Majesty needs a few ministers around him. I wonder if Xu will have that honor?"

Well? This is really bold! Glancing at the stunned Wang Xuanzhi, Ling Qingyu's smile deepened.

"Your Majesty does not need any servants by your side. Mr. Cheng must have misunderstood Mr. Cheng's meaning." Following the hearty voice, a figure suddenly appeared outside the waterside pavilion. He was dressed in red and silver armor, with a peerless appearance, and a smile at the corner of his mouth. A hint of smile made his heavenly beautiful face more beautiful than the summer flowers around him.

"Master!" He took a few steps into the waterside pavilion and knelt in front of Ling Qingyu. He picked up her hand and kissed her gently. Ye Shiyi raised his head and smiled: "Eleven is back."

Well? ! Ling Qingyu was stunned again. Seeing Ye Shiyi's dusty appearance, he must have come back in a hurry, and then directly used Qinggong to enter the palace. Well, it would be July 14th in a few days, and she had given up on spending this day with Ye Shiyi. Tangled, but, so high-profile? Even the hand kiss gift came out? Little friend Ye Shi, what do you want to do?

Cheng Xu's face suddenly froze, what is going on? Father, you didn’t tell me that this old woman already has such a beautiful male favorite!

"General Ye is coming back in such a hurry. There must be state affairs to discuss. Let's take our leave first." Wang Xuanzhi saluted. After speaking, he pulled Cheng Xu and took the lead out of the waterside pavilion.

When Wang Xuanzhi said this, Su Wanyun and the others couldn't sit still anymore. They all stood up to leave and went back to the main venue.

Looking at Cheng Xu's back, he snorted coldly, turning his head with gentleness on his face, eyes, and mouth, and said in a coquettish tone: "Master, Eleven has been traveling for two days, and the bathhouse is for Eleven to use." Is it good to use?"

His face was so beautiful, and when he restrained his murderous aura, his gentle brows took on an astonishing beauty. With such a coquettish look, no one could even realize that he was a twenty-five-year-old bloodthirsty Rakshasa.

Alan burst out laughing. Ever since he saw Zhao Yinfeng's tricks, Ye Shiyi has simply kept pace with the times and learned 50% of Zhao Yinfeng's rogue moves, but he just can't do Zhao Yinfeng's unlimited tricks. It's just a look. Alan feels that his future life will be full of surprises and happiness.

"Go ahead, go ahead." Ling Qingyu glared at the two of them and said helplessly. Although she still lived in the Guanguanyuan of Ling Mansion most of the time, a palace garden was built inside the palace, which contained a large marble bathhouse.

***

When night falls, the back garden of the palace opens again after a lapse of five years. The sky is full of stars, dotted with stars, the cloisters of the courtyard, wide sleeves and flowing clothes, and the singing and singing. The lights and shadows are complicated, and the lights are overflowing and beautiful.

Ling Qingyu was in the main seat, with the colorful female family members on one side and the ministers with flowing sleeves on the other. Ye Po and Ye Shiyi stood behind her.

As the light and shadow flowed, the man in dark red tight-fitting uniform was more dazzling than the starry sky.

He captured the hearts of all the girls in the palace almost instantly.

***

"The Jurchen people are indeed tough." He twirled his fingers around the woman's hair and looked at the woman lying lazily on the bed with her eyes slightly closed. Ye Shiyi smiled happily and said softly: "If you hadn't told me, give them another In ten years, I am afraid that the military strength will increase, and it will be more troublesome to clean up by then, but it is no longer possible. "

"Eleven," Ling Qingyu said with his eyes closed and his voice still lazy, "Stop killing too many people."

"Huh?" Ye Shiyi hugged her from behind, lowered his head, and kissed her neck and ear gently.

"After occupying a place, let Zhu Weili prepare to immigrate there and use our culture and economy to assimilate them." Being a little itchy by his kiss, Ling Qingyu put her hand on his arm and whispered: "People kill too many people." If you do too much, there will be retribution.”

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

"I care..." As soon as he finished his murmuring words, Ye Shiyi's kiss suddenly became hot, and he sucked hard on the lips that said the words that made his heart almost stop beating.

The tribes in northern Xinjiang are all brave and warlike, and the ethnic groups on the grasslands are even more aggressive by nature. To suppress them as quickly as possible, the only way to suppress them is absolutely bloody force. You are tyrannical, but I am even more tyrannical than you, Rakshasa. The larger the territory captured by the army, the more people will disappear.

As for retribution, then all retribution will be on me, sister. Only by pacifying the vast land in Northern Xinjiang as soon as possible can I return to you.

**

On the Ghost Festival of July 15th, a national sacrifice was held in Bianjing city as usual. Ling Qingyu arrived at the tomb of Yang Zhaoheli and Zhao Yinfeng in a light vehicle.

The three renovated tombs are not far apart. Many white flags have been hung in front of the tombs, flowers have been arranged, and paper money and ingots are fluttering in the wind.

Human hearts, the hearts of the people are actually the simplest. They will remember whoever protects them and gives them a good life.

"General, you have received so much incense, you should be happy now, right? If you are not happy, just tell me. Although I can't solve it, at least I can listen to your complaints and complaints." Zhao Yin said softly. The wind sounded in front of the tomb, and Zhao Meng had already knelt in front of the tomb, burning paper money and talking nonchalantly.

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 pay homage one by one.

The paper dust flying all over the sky, together with the distant bells coming from Bianjing City, became the most scorching scenery in that summer.

**

In the early morning of July 16th, Ye Shiyi left quietly, wearing a red dress and a white horse, and rushed to the distant battlefield alone.