Ling Qingyu\'s things haven\'t been completely packed, and she just sat on the bed after taking a bath and asked Yan San to brush her hair. Yang Zhao has rushed into the door.

"So fast?" Ling Qingyu was stunned. Did your messenger fly over?

Yang Zhao wanted to hold her, but he stepped back two steps. He looked at himself covered with dust and said, "I\'ll take a bath, too."

"We met the messenger on the way, so we came directly." He Li stands outside the door.

"He Li, help me ask, is there any boiled fish?" Ling Qingyu poked his head.

"OK." With a reply, he Li turned and went out.

"Doctor Shi wants to meet the doctor who helped me set my bone last time. I\'ll send him there." Put down the towel, Yan San.

"Come back as soon as you get it. It\'s absolutely no good for those two to be together." Ling Qingyu slightly lowered his eyes and said.

"Well." Yan San answered, stopped a little, still didn\'t say anything, closed the door and went out.

Yang Zhao returned to the room. Ling Qingyu was crawling on the bed, taking a map and circling it. He walked over and hugged her and asked, "what are you doing?"

"Looking for loopholes in the Wang family, he coveted my field in Huai\'an. I always want him to bleed." Lingqingyu replied.

"Qingyu, Dong Xiang has always sent someone to look for me, so I\'d better..." hooked her hair, Yang Zhao whispered.

Ling Qingyu directly interrupted his words and angrily said, "no, even if you promised Dong Xiang, Dong Xiang will believe you. The best guarantee is marriage. If you want to marry another woman, I\'ll go now." Say, just get up.

"Qingyu!" Yang Zhao hugged her and hurriedly said, "when did I say I wanted to marry another woman? Did you want me to show you my heart before you believe me?"

Ling Qingyu felt inexplicably sore in his heart. He had been oppressed these days, as if the unknown fire in his heart had accumulated to the extreme, and what he saw on the road made the fire change its nature when he came in all the way.

"I\'m just making trouble with you! What?" Although she knew in her heart that it was wrong to be angry like this, she should first ask clearly, Ling Qingyu still couldn\'t help saying.

"You can do whatever you want, as long as you can calm down." Yang Zhao hugged her and bowed his head and kissed her.

Ling Qingyu opened her mouth and bit back. Yang Zhao was bitten so painfully that he didn\'t struggle. He lay down and let her on it.

He pulled open his clothes, and the slender and sexy body appeared in front of him. Bending down, Ling Qingyu kissed and bit on the body with vent like emotion, igniting the desire all the way.

When she bit the red dogwood, Yang Zhao groaned, Ling Qingyu raised her body and pressed her hand on the chest.

"Zhao," his heart beat strongly, and Ling Qingyu slowly said, "it doesn\'t matter if Tian is taken away, or if the money is gone, it doesn\'t matter. I can earn it back. If you want to go, tell me frankly, I won\'t stop it, but I don\'t want me to be the last one to know." Entering Dai County, I heard people talking about General Yang\'s intention to marry Zhang Jianjun\'s daughter as a concubine, and the marriage with the Dong family was also under discussion. Ling Qingyu said to herself, don\'t believe it, it\'s only a month since Yang Zhao could do such a thing, but just now he talked about the Dong family himself, and the gas exploded like this.

"Qingyu," Yang Zhao closed his eyes and said with a sad smile, "if you don\'t believe me, you might as well kill me now, rather than make my life worse than death."

"Aren\'t you going to marry Miss Zhang?" Release your hand, Ling Qingyu asked.

"There is only one person I want to marry," Yang Zhao looked at her and said, "half a month ago, I asked someone to start cleaning the yard. The people of Zhangjia spread rumors, thinking they wanted to force me to recognize it. Qingyu, please believe me, even if you cooperate with Dong, you can never use the mode of marriage. Besides, whether you want to cooperate with Dong, I listen to you."

"Just rumors?" Ling Qingyu blushed a little and asked awkwardly.

"Are you... Jealous?" After staying for a while, Yang Zhao raised his hand and stroked her face, asking in surprise.

Ling Qingyu is more depressed and turns his head to one side, right! You\'re right, I\'m very jealous!

Yang Zhao was stunned at first, and then his smile spread from the corner of his mouth to other parts of his face. Finally, he smiled into a flower and said, "Qingyu, I\'m so happy!" When hearing this rumor for the first time, Ling Qingyu retreated directly. When hearing it again, she just smiled. It doesn\'t matter. Now she is actually jealous! Yang Zhao\'s heart became sweet.

"You still laugh! The consequences of making me jealous are very serious!" Lingqingyu said viciously. If you really care, you will be jealous. She didn\'t have much sense of substitution for the world. When people come and go, she also repeatedly warned herself to keep her heart. When it\'s good, you\'ll naturally try your best. Once you break up, don\'t force it. So for those rumors of Yang Zhao, she has always been a sideline attitude. If you\'re ruthless, I\'ll stop. Only today, when the nameless fire and nameless vinegar rub upward, she knows, I can\'t get rid of myself for a long time. No matter Yan San or Yang Zhao, they have lived in the heart. As long as they think that he will leave, they will feel pain.

"It\'s Zhao\'s fault. Please punish the master." With a smile, Yang Zhaodao.

"Are you seducing me?" Ling Qingyu lowers her head and bites again

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"More pain... Qingyu... More pain for Zhao..." Yang Zhao buried his head in the pillow and whispered.

Ling Qingyu fell behind his ear and said with a slight smile, "Zhao, you can\'t do this. What if you get hurt on the battlefield?"

Yang Zhao turned his head sideways, touched her lips, blushed, and whispered, "you know, only what you give, Zhao can feel." As long as you give, pain is also the ultimate happiness for me.

Ling Qingyu didn\'t feel moved and loosened his hands.

At last, Yang Zhao sighed contentedly and whispered in Ling Qingyu\'s ear, "Qingyu, Zhao everything is yours. If you don\'t want it any day, don\'t abandon me. Take my life, that is, let me die in your hands, that\'s Yang Zhao\'s greatest happiness."

Whispered love words in the ear make the body more sensitive and enthusiastic. After the fierce battle, it is sour and soft.

Dinner was served to the room. Yan San just poked his head at the door, then went out clearly, jumped on the roof, and looked at the stars with Ying thirteen.

"Third master." After a long time, shadow thirteen cautiously called.

"Huh?" Yan San put his hands behind his head and lay leisurely on the roof. He answered.

"Is there any Kung Fu that can close your ears?" Shadow thirteen asked angrily, the work of personal guard is really hard to do!

"Just get used to it." Yan San closed his eyes and said.

"Don\'t you care?" Shadow thirteen asked bitterly, can this kind of thing be a habit?

"I have more days than him. He should care." Yan San said faintly.

Well, Third Master, you are too tough! Can I ask for a change? Shadow thirteen thought with tears in her heart.

"Thirteen, go and find out where the rumors of Zhangjia came from." Hearing Yan San\'s words, Ying shisan immediately jumped up, said hello, and rushed out.

Yan San sat up and touched the ring on his finger. Squinting down from the roof, he could see that the people in the window were kissing and eating fish. Care? It\'s impossible not to care at all, but since you have chosen this road, there is nothing to care about.

"This is written by the young lady?" Ling Qingyu looked at the poems on the handkerchief on the table and asked in silence.

"Yes, Miss Zhang is going to tell her father that this is from General Yang in front of General Yang and county magistrate Zhang tomorrow." Shadow thirteen replied. When Miss Zhang talked to the woman who seemed to be her mother, her face was full of pride.

Ling Qingyu looked up at Yang Zhao, who was already in a black pot, and said, "this young lady, it\'s really hopeless. Come on, come on, Zhao, please write a few words for me to see if the handwriting is the same?"

"It\'s sixorseven similar. It seems that the young lady has worked hard." He Li hugged his hands and laughed beside him.

"Thirteen, do you bring out other poems in her room?" Ling Qingyu held his chin and asked.

"Yes." Shadow thirteen took out a pile of paper from his sleeve and his arms.

"You didn\'t take anything else?" Ling Qingyu looks at him. Entering someone\'s boudoir is like entering a deserted place. The assassin is more powerful than the thief!

"What do you want? Her worthless things." Shadow thirteen asked puzzled.

Turning over the pile of poems, Ling Qingyu said, "it\'s best to have something that you can tell at a glance, such as hairpins and handkerchiefs with names written on them."

"It\'s easy. I\'ll go again." The voice did not fall, shadow thirteen shook out.

"What are you going to do?" He Li asked with a smile.

"Pay him back with his own way," Ling Qingyu picked out a few of those poems and said, "since she wants someone to give her something so much, she\'ll let someone give it. You go to find a scoundrel in the city and ask for the worst one."

Seeing the three people looked at her puzzled, Ling Qingyu said, "Miss Zhang sent her intimate objects and love poems to him. He can\'t make it public everywhere?"

The three men were silent for a moment, and he Li said, "you are really good at being in charge."