Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince: 464 Wife Training VS Husband Torture

"Wow! Wow!" The animal husbandry dog ​​barked to inform the owner. ````

In the tattered yurt, its owner Zhuo Ligetu lay motionless there. What's more interesting? The grassland was burned by enemies who didn't know the details, Niu Hao was snatched away by the defeated Vasa soldiers, and his women.

Just the day before yesterday, there was a strange team passing by their tribe. That team had all kinds of races, including Central Plain people, Western Husbands, and even the blond Ross people in the far northwest. This team They also seem to be extremely fierce people, because they all look murderous, and many people still have wounds and blood on their bodies.

Zhuoligetu believed that they were a group of horse thieves, but such a group of horse thieves, seeing the misery of the tribe, seeing the rotten and rotten corpses everywhere, could not help showing sympathy. They didn't kill Zhuoligetu, nor did they **** his only horse, so they turned the horse's head silently and left his tribe.

He has nothing now except the bag of grain buried under the rag. This bag of grain is his only hope for survival, and this bag of grain is also the benefactor who saved his life. He just left the felt bag and rode a horse far away to exchange for food with the lamb. This way, he avoided a disaster of looting and looting, and the entire tribe was ruined.

No! And the horse that rode back!

Thinking of this, the half-dead Zhuoligetu jumped up suddenly, did the wolf come? If the horse dies again, he will not even be able to get out of the vast grassland even if he wants to escape.

Staggered out of the broken felt bag that leaked on all sides. Zhuoligetu almost slammed into the arms of the person.

Zhuoligetu's body is not thin, but the man is more burly. The most important thing is his aura, as strong as a mountain, in comparison. Zhuo Li Ge Tu looks much more wretched and thin.

There was only one person, leading a scarred horse, and that person was also in ragged robes and stained with blood. If a person shed so much blood, he would definitely die, and although that person described it as embarrassing, he still stood upright like a sudden mountain.

"I don't know how many people he killed, Zhuoligetu murmured in his heart.

"Are you a member of the Horqin tribe?" Bayan Khan had seen the tragedy of the entire tribe being looted and killed, and asked the only survivor in a low voice.

After so long of displacement. After fighting **** battles, Bayan can lose a lot of weight, but he can't lose his might. Although he is thinner, he is even tougher and more powerful.

Last night, he buried the last seriously wounded guard who accompany him from the horse thieves, and fled here all the way. His beard and hair are scattered and tangled. Dirty. The battle robe armor was stained with blood and filth, but this couldn't conceal the perseverance and pride in his eyes. Never surrender light.

"You landlord, my good brother Ordo Guhai Yeyan has died in the battle, and his son Burhai, and the Valat Ministry is also badly injured. Lord Seguse was defeated and killed. "Bayan suddenly heard Zhuoligetu's speech about how the grassland was burned, how the tribe was looted, and even the whole family was killed, he said in a heavy tone.

"But you don't have to be disappointed, Changshengtian will always bless the real strong!" Despite describing the embarrassment, Bayan Mengke's eyes still flashed with stern and resolute eyes.

"Wathorn did not become stronger because of this. My Bayan was fierce and did not lose in their hands. The ones who defeated us were to pick up the cheap Doyan Sanwei and the Great Ming army. The Great Ming army will not stay in the grassland forever, and Doyan Sanwei has a foundation. In the east, they can’t control the entire grassland. We still have a chance to make a comeback! Our soldiers are gone, but our tribe is still there, and our children are still there. Ten years of work, we can make a comeback!"

"We......can...make a comeback?" Zhuoligetu said bitterly.

Bayan Mengke’s eyes shone brightly: "Why can’t I? From the age of seven, from a child oppressed by the stabs, leading our weak tribe without armor and weapons, step by step Become stronger, drove the Wathorn people to the extreme west and ruled this lush grassland. Now, why should I gather my strength again?"

Bayan said proudly, confidently.

"Zhuoligetu, follow me, let's find other tribes, hide our names, accumulate strength, one day, we will regain everything we have lost. One day, you can personally avenge and kill The enemies of your tribe have all become your slaves.

Zhuoligetu, when one day, when I become a khan of the prairie again, as my first follower, I will give you a large area of ​​grassland and herdsmen, and call you the head of Taiji ! "

Bayan has started the first step of recruiting troops, and he firmly believes that he can still make a comeback! Perhaps Queen Doyan and Yang Ying are very happy now, but the one who laughs last is the winner, and his Bayan is fierce, who is sure to laugh last!

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It's still early days, but because the entire tribe was burned down, and the dead bodies that were not buried in many places gave off a rancid, unpleasant smell, the quiet atmosphere around the tribe was filled with an unspeakable lifelessness.

Zhuoligetu walked to the side of the small river. Here, it was not a black ash. Even the burnt grassland was re-greened by the moisture of water and soil. Some mushrooms quietly drilled out of the soft grass.

Picking mushrooms, Zhuoligetu's heart is bleak.

If it wasn't this **** war, if it wasn't for those inhuman enemies, now. He should lie in his own felt bag, eating deliciously hand-picked meat, roasted meaty legs, milk skins, milk tofu, drinking mare kumiss, and his women will sing and dance for him on the felt blanket. His children laughed and surrounded him.

It used to be familiar and ordinary life, but now it has become a luxury.

The grasslands in Horqin were once so fertile, and their tribes were once so rich. Bending the bow and shooting the eagle among the white clouds and green grass, living by the water and grass, grazing the cows, singing on horseback, galloping horizontally and horizontally, the endless grassland provides them with a beautiful life. What a leisurely day.

Why? Why do those chiefs and Taiji nobles who have countless cows and countless women who still don't know how to be satisfied must plunder even greater wealth? And constantly driving them, shepherds who just want to live a peaceful life, to kill? To be killed?

Having always regarded obedience to the orders of the leader as justified, and never thought about the reason Zhuoligetu has lost the leader and the tribe, this illiterate ordinary shepherd. I also had to think hard about such a complicated truth.

It took a long time for Zhuoligetu to bend down his stiff waist, carry the broken wicker basket, and continue to pick up mushrooms...

Fried rice, mushroom soup, except for these two things. There is no more food. But for the hungry Bayan Mengke, this is the most delicious food in the world. The fragrant mushroom soup is served with fried rice and eaten in two large bowls like a cloud. Bayan suddenly realized that Zhuoligetu was squatting on the side, staring straight at the flames.

"Zhuoligetu, why don't you eat?" After eating two big bowls of hot food, Bayan suddenly became energetic. He pulled off the tangled beard on his chin and asked loudly.

"I can't eat..." Zhuoli Gitu shook his head bleakly.

"Hey, the man on the grassland, the will should be as hard as steel, and the mind should be as broad as the grassland. Don't be so desperate," Bayan said with a ridiculous laughter: "Thousands of troops can be lost and recovered. As long as you are a real man, you will be able to get up if you fall. You have no women and children, and I will give you more in the future. Your tribe has perished, and in the future, you can build up ten times bigger than Zollig Of the tribe.

Zoligetu smiled bleakly, but didn't say a word. He lifted a wooden shovel and walked heavily out of the tent.

Bayan frowned fiercely, quite unhappy. But his brows were only slightly tightened. Thinking about the situation in front of him, he just sighed without losing his temper. He filled a large bowl of hot soup and sat cross-legged and snorted drinking.

The sky is getting closer, the golden sun is shining diagonally into the tent, and Zhuolige tries to walk back.

Bayan shrank on the ground in sweat, with his broad shoulders pressed hard against the ground, and a piece of dirt was thrown up in front of him, but he was clutching his stomach, his body twitching but unable to struggle. Seeing Zhuoligetu coming in, Bayan's eyes suddenly brightened, and he trembled: "Quickly, help me, my stomach is uncomfortable".

When this sentence was said, the saliva had flowed down the corners of his mouth, his muscles had been out of control, the corners of his eyes were jumping suddenly, and his hands and feet were shaking.

"It won't be comfortable. The great khan is also a body of flesh and blood. This little poisonous mushroom can poison us humble shepherds, and of course it can also poison you." Zhuoligetu shoveled the wood After a meal next to him, he said coldly.

"You...you...", Bayan violently convulsed, drooling, tremblingly pointing at Zhuoligetu, and laughing. He didn't want to laugh, the laughter sounded a little strange, he didn't know the effect of the poisonous mushroom. Although he grew up on the grassland, as a noble aloft, his knowledge of this small plant is still limited.

Rainbows began to appear in front of his eyes, and they flashed, and Zhuo Ligetu's figure in front of him became blurred. Bayan wanted to pounce on it, but he already felt unable to breathe, and his hands touched from the rug On the ground, he firmly grasped two handfuls of soil.

"Do you still want to be a Khan? Do you want us to fight hard for your so-called heroic ambitions?" Zhuoligetu caught fire in his eyes, and put a rope around his feet: "We just want to Live well".

He turned his head and grabbed the wooden shovel, dragged Bayan's fierce body and walked out: "Our grassland is destroyed, our tribe is destroyed, you have to make more tribal ideas. You have to wait for those Do the children grow up, send them to the battlefield again, destroy their homes, kill their wives and children?"

Bayan can be dragged, and still can't help but laugh. In front of his eyes there was only a large expanse of colorful colors, constantly changing and shining with all kinds of wonderful patterns, his ears could no longer hear the sound of Zhuo Ligetu, vaguely heard the sound of iron hoofs of thousands of horses. , The screams of the mountains and the tsunami, and the screams of the enemy when they are about to die, all kinds of sounds are intertwined, sometimes far and near, sometimes no...

When he was dragged into a well-dug human-shaped pit. Bayan fell into it violently, but there was no pain, his eyes widened. There was an extremely cheerful laugh from his open mouth, without knowing that death was near.

"Great Khan! Take your greed and plunder, take your war, and go to hell!"

After Zhuo Lige finished speaking, he shoveled a shovel of dirt down.

When a large shovel of mud poured into his mouth, the laughter gradually disappeared in a choking cough.

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The army of Yang Ling and Duo Yanwei and the White Coat Victory Class have joined.

The Tatar department was completely defeated. Having lost the power of resistance, Doyanwei could easily take over their territory. Of course, this trophy also includes the sharing of the white army. The vitality of Wa thorn was severely injured. The situation is shrunk in the northwest corner. In this battle for hegemony, he has completely lost the qualification to share a piece of the pie, and even the inherent territory cannot continue to be controlled securely.

My only regret was that I didn’t catch Bayan. This treacherous and vicious prairie wolf disappeared. Even in Central Plain, where the household loan system is fully established, it is difficult to search for an incognito criminal, let alone on this prairie. But as long as the White Army and Doyanwei successfully take over the Tatar tribe, even if he is still alive. There is nothing he can do, and the search operation continues.

Good news has already been sent to Great Ming Jingshi and Yin Qi Queen’s Mansion. After the brief confluence of Xu Tai and Yang Ling, they also took a step forward, and the class returned.

The army passed a mountain range and was about to enter Doyanwei's territory. Cheng Qiyun took advantage of Yang Ling to be busy with these complicated affairs, and after consulting with her co-conspirators, she decided to have a showdown with him here.

Because the next step is to ‘handle’ the queen of Yin Qi, and put her in full control in order to increase the capital for negotiation with the court, and ‘handling’ her people, who else besides Yang Ling? Now it's not a showdown or a showdown.

The atmosphere in the Chinese army’s big tent is tense. There are only two people in the huge army tent, Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun.

Her plan was not finished yet, she slapped her face: "Kneel down!"

Cheng Qiyun was in a daze, a piece of red on her delicate jade cheeks, and red blood flowed down the corners of her mouth.

The face is hot, but when she sees Yang Ling's iron-green face and those cold eyes without any emotion, Cheng Qiyun is a no-brainer, and she panicks.

The sharp eyes swept across her lightly, so strange. Cheng Qiyun also imagined how angry Yang Ling would be once she knew what she had done, and even if he never beat a woman, he would tie herself up and get bruised and bruised or kill her. She was not afraid of these.

To give without regret for the one she loves, as long as she can achieve the goal, then she will be smiling.

However, the look in Yang Ling's eyes made her infinitely frightened. She was willing to die for Yang Ling and do anything for him, but she didn't want to die. Yang Ling still hated her so much and no longer had the slightest affection for her. Cheng Qiyun was really scared, she was afraid of losing him and losing the qualification to hold a place in his heart.

If she is treated like this from now on, then even if she is trapped in eighteen layers of **** in a pool of blood, it is as if she has sunk two more layers under the ground, and her soul will suffer forever.

Two rows of clear tears slowly fell, Cheng Qiyun knelt heavily on the carpet.

"You clever stupid woman!" Yang Ling breathed fire in his eyes, and the gentleness in the blue sun was completely gone. He pointed to Cheng Qiyun's nose with a green face and said: "I feel a little weird, but I I really trust you too much. I didn't expect that all your actions are like this.

Good! OK! Let Yuyong develop the land of no owner in Yizhou, linking north and south on the sea line. You open factories in Liaodong, build weapons, recruit mercenaries, and confuse Ying'er to conspire with you. Turning the white army into your private army, it turned out to be such an unspeakable purpose of fighting! "

"My Yang Ling is a cloth that was reused by two generations of emperors. Yang Family has today’s glory, from whom? When today’s son is innocent and good, my Yang Ling is a monarch, and he is really a brother. You are so tricky, calculating everywhere, women People's opinion! You are trapping me in infidelity and injustice!"

"What is loyalty? What is righteousness? I am a woman. I only know what is love and what is love! Speaking of governing the country and the world. Which Confucian scholar who pays attention to loyalty, righteousness and courtesy has been established in the past? The troubled times are the icing on the cake and the flourishing world , That's all! Those who really make a difference are those who wear Confucian robes but do their own things. The rule of the world is never courtesy, justice and shame."

Xue Liang's Jian Feng pointed to Cheng Qiyun's throat, and the Jian Feng trembled. It was obvious that Yang Ling was already extremely angry. Cheng Qiyun was not afraid of it. She straightened her chest and stared at Yang Ling and said: "I have heard the plan of the adults. Both grace and strength, lenient and fierce are combined to fuse Mongolia, with force, same benefit, and transformation. By writing, we will become one family. Then we will expand the territory to the north and strengthen our Great Ming. Guo Hongtu has great ambition.

But is it really feasible to proceed step by step, appoint bureaucrats, and stay in Beijing for control? The vast grasslands, the Gobi Desert, and a map are sparsely populated, and the geography is completely different from that of the customs.

There are many races here. The Han people are in the minority, how to strengthen integration and how to effectively manage? It is not the prince who has discretionary power here, but rather the establishment of local officials, who are subject to the imperial court in all aspects of military, political, economic, cultural, and official appointments such as the comprehensive management of the army and the civilian population, the administration of civil and military, the assessment of officials, and the repair and closure of Xinjiang. It's doing nothing. The result is that the adults have done their best. "

"Speaking of personalities, the emperor does not lie in favor of adults, but the emperor is growing up, and his brothers will have to separate families when they grow up. What's more, when the son is very ambitious and ambitious today, he is now grateful for your father and brother's general care and assistance. But is he willing to hide under your wings for the rest of his life and let you decide everything for him?

You want to be Zhuge Liang who works hard, but the emperor is not the mediocre Liu Adou. One day, when he wants to personally repay his grievances, he will find that the court is all yours, and the people only know that the prestige, your merit and prestige, even higher than the emperor.

When he makes any decision, he has to ask for your opinion. When he has made any achievements, the people will think that you are still making plans for him, and the emperor will always be a An incompetent emperor, will he feel humiliated?

At that time, even if the emperor still has feelings and righteousness to you, he must take you up and alienate you. Then, people who squeeze in and become the emperor’s courtiers because of your departure will begin to divorce, provoke and worsen Your relationship. It is impossible for you not to turn your face. The power is high, and independence is the way to die. It is not whether you have the ambition to replace it, but your behavior. In fact, it has already shaken the unique position of the emperor. "

"You are reasonable, you are always reasonable! Let me support my own strength, please seal off the frontier, how is that different from rebellion? Yes, with such a strong strength, the emperor will be forced to agree. But this is an alliance under the city, I have to Should. Today’s sage can tolerate many things, Dudu cannot bear a stabbing in his heart by his closest and most trusted person.

How did Liu Jin fail? That is a lesson from the past! Yun'er, Yuner, I always think that your scheming and strategy are better than me, and will save time and energy, so I let you do it, but these things you do now, let me...let me... …, Yang Ling became angry for a while, swung the sword angrily, and threw it into the distance with a "knock".

The Red Lady, Adeni and others who had been avoiding the tent waiting for news took a look, and saw a sword on the floor of the account. The two of them couldn't help being shocked and immediately broke into the account.

"Yang Lu, Adeni panicked.

"If you have something to say, you can't say it properly? You still use your sword!" The Red Lady said authentically. Although the tip of the needle is always different from each other, the friendship in my heart is getting deeper and deeper. As a woman, she understands everything that Qiyun does. She was digging her heart for Yang Ling, and she was absolutely not false.

Although I usually see Cheng Qiyun's fox charm that makes women so jealous. She felt sore in her heart, but now seeing her under the fire of Yang Ling, raining on the lotus like a pitiful appearance, made Cui Ying'er the same enemy.

"Give me both of you!" Yang Ling's face was already blue with anger.

Adenie was stunned by his sharp eyes. Subconsciously stood at attention, but slipped out an inexplicable sentence: "I...I will not go out. This matter is related to the future of our army. I am qualified to participate in opinions! I, Ariadne, are the commander of the Black Dragon Mercenary Corps. ,"

"Huh?" Cui Ying'er had a question mark in her eyes, and then she understood, she straightened her chest, and said loudly to Yang Ling: "This matter is related to my 20,000 army and 100,000 herders. You. Shouldn’t I also ask what I mean? I, Cui Ying'er, is Vice Khan of Mongolia and Prince Beiying!"

"I told you to go out. Just get out of here!" Yang Ling roared off the ground and jumped up: "I am your man, the head of the family!"

A prince and a commander were all dumbfounded, and the two looked at each other. The reason for Yang Ling seems to be too sufficient, the head of the family...How can a woman not listen to her man’s instructions?

The two female generals dropped their shoulders dejectedly.

It was quiet for a while. Lady Hong said: "Okay! This is what you said, you are the head of the family, then you have a family law that only works, don't make a king or military law with your sister! Go, let's go out!"

The Red Lady looked at Cheng Qiyun encouragingly, and pulled Adeni, the two quietly stepped back.

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In the big tent, there was silence again, and Cheng Qiyun still knelt down there without looking up.

After the red lady's noise, Yang Ling's anger subsided a lot. He was upset in his heart, just whirling round and round in the big tent.

Actually, as a modern person, Yang Ling does not have any so-called loyalty to the emperor. After he has become accustomed to equal exchanges among future generations of friends, he always treats Zhengde as his good brother and friend from beginning to end.

The long-term career has been smooth and smooth, making him hardly prepared for the things that are going to die. He doesn’t know why he is so beautiful. Maybe it’s the woman who never believes in fairy tales. Shattered my romantic fantasy about this imperial power era.

What is loyalty and righteousness? Is it loyal to one person or to a nation? How can you do something beneficial to the entire Han people? Is it worth it to be misunderstood by your own brothers? What is Dazhong? What is righteousness?

Yang Ling sat down sadly and looked at Cheng Qiyun, who was kneeling in front of him. There were five red and swollen finger prints on Ruyu's cheeks, two lines of clear tears, hanging on her torn face, he couldn't help but gently. He shook his head and whispered: "Yun'er...'.

Cheng Qiyun didn't move, but her heart trembled slightly, her desperate heart regained some anger: "He called me Yun'er, but is he willing to forgive me?" She thought madly.

Yang Ling knelt down on one knee in front of her and took one of her hands. Cheng Qiyun's bare hands were pale and weak due to tension, and she held them cold, Yang Ling couldn't help but feel sour. This woman who has both smiles and emotions, and a charming and charming woman, has been by her side for so long. Whether she does evil or benevolent, it is not based on her personal likes or dislikes, but is entirely for herself.

I have never seen her blooming like spring flowers, beautiful and charming; rippling like spring water, full of beauty. But today, under her own anger, she endured her own anger and storm like a bird in a storm, she was very pitiful and silent.

It is the first time to see Cheng Qiyun, who is omnipotent, strong and wise in her mind, just because she is worried about losing her heart, and being so nervous and weak, makes Yang Ling feel a tingling feeling in her heart. But when she thought of what she had done and the terrible consequences it might bring, Yang Ling was annoyed again.

Cheng Qiyun was pulled closer by Yang Ling, and she just secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But immediately I felt that Yang Ling was stiff again. She clenched her teeth unconsciously, raised her eyes to look directly at Yang Ling, and said, "I didn't mean you to be king and separate from Great Ming. Once the tiger in the mountain grows up, how can the two kings stand on the same mountain? The crowned king, one is the uncrowned king.

Doing this will not only prevent your brothers from disagreeing in the future, which may cause conflicts, but also, as long as you strengthen the communication with the customs, accelerate the integration of the people inside and outside the customs, whether it is regional, cultural, or psychological on. Here, they will not be independent from Great Ming.

You once wanted Adeni to build a military academy, but the current court system of Great Ming is impossible to achieve. Here you can do it. For a place like this, many of the ideas you have mentioned can be realized. As you said, here is a blank paper. It allows you to indulge and sway, completely free from the constraints of old concepts and systems, to delay the results you want.

In addition to opening up territory. Build a big country for Great Ming. All the achievements you have created here that are greater than Great Ming can produce seeing-being-belief effects and promote the development of the mainland. Wouldn't this make your dreams come true earlier? Sir, do you say this is great loyalty, or great evil? "

"Not to mention..., Cheng Qiyun lowered her head slightly, and said quietly: "My lord thinks Qiyun is bold. Don't you dare to think about this kind of ransacking the house if you can't fix it, and cause trouble to the adults? I am... I have long understood the mentality of soldiers in white clothes. Knowing that they are united and will support you firmly, I dare to finally make such a decision.

"White Army?" Yang Ling was startled.

"Yes! The White Army!" Cheng Qiyun whispered: "Not only the original white soldiers, but also the soldiers of General Jing Fu'er. If they miss the customs and the military is unstable, how dare I move this? Who are they in the pass? They are refugees, horse thieves, poor and rotten frontier defenders. After fighting outside the pass for so long, their generals, large and small, have a grassland, a group of slaves, and their own cattle. Hustle, tents, and women.

They are masters here. The rewards of opening up the territory and fighting in blood are all here. Now you let them go back to the gate, what else do they have? They are still a bitter haha. They have no intention of betraying Great Ming, but they are willing to stay here.

On the contrary, if you force them to give up everything they have and go back to the gate, these fighters may be ill-intentioned. Some people even go to a foreign race in order to keep everything he has. You can't ask everyone to abandon everything he has for the court's justice.

Why can't the benefits of the court and the benefits of individuals become common interests, and let them become people who support the court more firmly? Just like the people who are working in slavery to open up wasteland and build their homes, if they have married and live here and have a large area of ​​land, if you let them give up all this and go back to the customs, will they make it? The court rebelled? "

Yang Ling's gaze flickered, and he said: "You mean...Jing Fu'er, Feng Lei...all the soldiers and soldiers in the white army are willing to stay on this land and continue to expand the territory?"

"Yes! And all of this, a commander and a governor have no right to grant them. Such officials have no power to promote generals and grant land, so where is the driving force for these soldiers to continue to expand? This is also one of the reasons why the prince was established in this place far away from the heaven."

Yang Ling fixedly looked at Cheng Qiyun, there was no timidity, no pleading, no treacherous cunning in her eyes, only the determination to never regret everything she had done in her clear eyes, and...that was it. The true meaning of love is so strong that it cannot be changed.

This woman, this woman who regards him as her heaven and her life, Yang Ling suddenly pityed her heart. He opened his arms, gently hugged Cheng Qiyun in his arms, and Cheng Qiyun was nestled in his arms, his eyes were like a pool of spring water, overflowing with tenderness.

The purple-red finger marks on the face became more alarmed at this time. Yang Ling couldn't suppress the guilt and distress in his heart, and kissed it gently.

This is the first time Yang Ling kissed her so tenderly and compassionately, as if kissing a drop of dew on a petal. The tight string in Cheng Qiyun's heart finally slackened. She closed her eyes gently, and let Yang Ling's lips gently slide on her cheeks, her hair and her ears...

Yang Ling's gentleness made Cheng Qiyun, who had survived the crisis, feel relieved and a little scared. She secretly vowed in her heart: "As long as this is done, she will help her husband and teach her sons, and she will no longer have a plan for life! "

But the vows that men swear in love are unreliable~IndoMTL.com~Why not women? She is as obedient as a kitten in front of her, completely intoxicated in the ocean of love, and her sharp claws are also put away, but once she leaves Yang Ling's sight, will the kitten become a tigress again? Does anyone know?

"Yun'er, no matter what you do, I understand that you are doing it for my own good. I don’t blame you, I really don’t blame you. But this matter is very important, and I have to think about it. It is absolutely impossible to support the soldiers and seek the title based on it. I want to think of a more appropriate method and have a frank and open talk with the emperor."

"Hmm..." Cheng Qiyun nodded gently, and suddenly hesitated and said timidly: "But... But there is one more thing, which is not a bigger thing than this one. , But it’s not necessarily a trivial matter, and it’s even more anxious when it comes to it, so she has to find a way to solve her right away. Apart from the adult’s action, people really can’t think of any other person for this matter...".

She paused and said timidly: "I think...I think..., what's the matter with you, my lord?"

The blue veins on Yang Ling's forehead rose again, and his eyes were black, and he almost fell to the ground, so Cheng Qiyun was so lucky to hold him.

Yang Ling said with a sad face: "You...what have you done? Hurry up and tell them!"