Chapter 463: Wife training vs husband abuse

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463 Wife Training vs Abuse
"Wang! Wangwang!" The shepherd dog barked and reported to the owner.
In the tattered yurt, its owner Zhuoli Getu lay there motionless. What else is so beautiful, the grassland was burned down by unknown enemies, the cattle and sheep were snatched by the defeated warriors, and his woman.
Just the day before yesterday, there was a strange team passing by their tribe. The team had various races, such as the Central Plains people, the West Region Hu people, and even the blonde Rose people in the far northwest. This team also looks like Very fierce people, because of their murderous faces, many people still have wounds and blood on their bodies.
Zhuoli Getu believes that they are a group of horse thieves, but it is such a group of horse thieves, seeing the misery of the tribe, and seeing the rotten and rotten corpses of no one, his face can not help but show a pity. They did not kill Zhuoligtu, nor did they his only horse, and they turned their horses silently and left his tribe.
He now has nothing but the bag of food buried under the broken felt. This bag of grain was his only hope of survival, and this bag of grain was also the benefactor who saved his life. He just left the felt bag and rode a horse far away to exchange food for lambs. This avoids the disaster of looting and looting, and the entire tribe is finished.
wrong! And the horse riding back!
Thinking of this, the half-dead Zhuoligetu jumped up sharply. Was the wolf coming? If the horse dies again, he can't get out of the vast grassland even if he wants to escape.
Staggering out of the broken felt bag leaking from all sides, Zhuoli Getu almost rammed into the arms of the people.
Zhuoli Getu is not thin, but the man is more burly. The most important thing is his momentum, as strong as a mountain. In contrast, Zhuoligetu is much more petty and thin.
There was only one person holding a scarred horse, and the man was also torn and covered in blood. If a person sheds so much blood, it will surely die, and although the person describes the embarrassment, he still stands tall and abrupt.
"I don't know how many people he killed." Zhuoli Gitu murmured in his heart.
"Are you a member of the Horqin tribe?" Boyan Khan had already seen the tragic killing of the entire tribe, and asked the only survivor in a low voice.
After such a long time of displacement and fighting, Bo Yanmeng can lose a lot of his weight, but the tiger cannot die, although he is thin, he is more tough and tough. Impressive.
Last night, he buried the last one who was accompanied by a horse thief and accompanied him to seriously injure the bodyguard, and fled all the way here. His beard and hair were scattered and tangled, and extremely dirty. The robe of the battle robe was stained with blood and filthy. But this couldn't hide the light of forever perseverance and arrogance in his eyes.
"Your leader, my good brother Erdogu Haiyan has died in battle, and his son Boerhai. The Warat Department was also seriously injured, and the patriotic soldier was killed." Bo Yan Meng could listen to Zhuoligetu's talk about how the grassland was burned, how the tribe was looted, and even the whole family was killed.
"But you don't have to be disappointed, Changshengtian will always bless the real strong man!" Despite the description of embarrassment, Bo Yanmengke's eyes still flashed with resolute eyes.
"Wasi was not strengthened by this, and I wasn't defeated by them. The only thing that defeated us was to pick up the cheap Duoyan Sanwei and Daming's army. Daming's army would not stay on the grassland forever. Duoyan Sanwei had its roots in the east, They ca n’t control the entire grassland. We still have a chance to come back! Our warriors are gone, but our tribe is still there, and our children are still there. Ten years of effort will allow us to come back!

"We ... can ... come back?" Zhuoli Getu said bitterly.
A brilliant light flashed in Bo Yanmeng's eyes: "Why can't I? From the age of seven, from a child who was oppressed by Wa'a people, I led our weak tribe with no armor and no weapons, and became stronger step by step. He drove the Wa'ao people to the extreme west. They ruled this beautiful grassland. Now, why would I want to regroup forces? "
Bo Yanmeng can be confident. Said proudly.
"Zhuoligetu, follow me, let's go to find other tribes, incognito and save power. One day, we will regain everything we lost. One day, you can avenge yourself and kill all your tribes. Enemies, all become your slaves.
Zhuoligetu, when one day, when I become Khan of the Prairie again, as my first follower, I will give you a large area of ​​grass and herdsmen, and you will be the Taiji leader! "
Bo Yanmeng started the first step in recruiting horses. He firmly believed that he could still make a comeback! Maybe Queen Duoyan and Yang Ying are very happy now, but the one who laughs to the end is the winner, and his boyfriend is the one who can laugh to the end!
It was still early days, but because the entire tribe was burned down, the dead corpses that were not buried in many places emit a rancid smell, so the quiet atmosphere around the tribe brought an unspeakable death.
Zhuoli Getu walked to the side of the small river, where it was not black and gray. Even if the burnt grassland was burnt, it was green again due to the moisture of the water and land. Some mushrooms creeped out of the soft grass.
Picking mushrooms, Zhuoligetu's heart was bleak.
If it was n’t for this war, if it was n’t for those inhumane enemies, now he should lie in his felt bag, eating delicious braised lamb, roasted leg of lamb, milk skin, milk tofu, and drink in a big mouth With horse milk. His woman would sing and dance for him on the blanket, and his children would laugh and surround him.
That used to be very familiar with ordinary life, but now it has become a luxury.
The grasslands of Horqin used to be so fertile, and their tribes were so rich. Bowing and carving sculptures among the white clouds and green grass, living in aquatic grasses, grazing cattle and sheep, singing on horseback, galloping, and endless grasslands provide their beautiful life. What a leisurely day.
why? Why do those who have countless cattle and sheep and countless women who still don't know how to satisfy the heads of the land and the Taiji nobles must drive their shepherds who just want to live calmly to kill people in order to plunder greater wealth? To be killed?
Zhuoligetu, who has always regarded obedience to the headman ’s orders as the righteousness, never thought about the truth, has lost the headman and the tribe. This ignorant ordinary shepherd has to work hard to think about such a complicated truth.
It took a long, long time before Zhuoli Getu bent down his stiff waist. Carrying the wicker basket of broken water, continue to pick up the mushrooms ......
Fried rice and mushroom soup, except for these two things, there is no other food. But for the hungry Boyan Mengke, this is the most delicious food in the world. The delicious mushroom soup is just fried rice. After eating two large bowls like wind and clouds, Bo Yanmeng only found Zhuoligetu squatting on the side, staring straight at the flame.
"Zhuoli Getu, why don't you eat?" Two large bowls of hot food fell down. Boyan Meng was energetic, he ripped off the tangled beard on his chin and asked aloud.
"I can't eat ...", Zhuolige shook his head bleakly.
"Hi, the man on the prairie, the will should be as hard as steel, and the mind should be as broad as the prairie, don't want this look like a lost soul," Bo Yanmeng said ridiculously: "A thousand troops and thousands of horses. It can also be recovered. A real man, he will surely be able to get up when he falls. You will have no women and children, and I will give you more in the future. Your tribe will perish. In the future, you can build a tribe that is ten times larger ".
Zhuoli Getu smiled bleakly, but didn't speak. He lifted a wooden shovel and walked out of the tent heavily.
Bo Yanmeng frowned. Quite displeased. But the brow just tightened slightly. Thinking of the situation in front of him, he just sighed. Without a tantrum, he filled another large bowl of hot soup, sitting cross-legged and snoring drunk.
It was almost twilight, the golden sunlight slanted into the account, and Zhuoli Getu came back.
Bo Yanmeng shrunk to the ground with sweat, his broad shoulders pressed against the ground, and he vomited a piece of dirt in front of him, but he was covering his stomach, his body twitching but he struggled. Seeing Zhuoligetu come in, Bo Yanmeng's eyes lit up and shivered: "Quick, save me quickly, my stomach is uncomfortable."
The words came out, the saliva had dripped down the corner of his mouth, his muscles were out of control, his eyes were suddenly jumping, his hands and feet were shaking.
"It won't be comfortable. The great Khan is also a flesh and blood. This little poisonous mushroom can poison our humble herdsmen, and of course it can poison you," Zhuoli Getu shoveled the wooden shovel to the side. , Said coldly.
"You ... you ...", Beyan was cramped, drooling, trembling fingers pointed at Zhuoligetu, and he laughed. He didn't want to laugh, the laughter sounded strange, and he didn't know the role of poisonous mushrooms. Although he grew up on the grassland since childhood, as a tall noble, he still has limited knowledge of this small plant.
A rainbow began to appear in front of his land, flashing with joy, the figure of Zhuoligetu blurred in front of him, and Bo Yanmeng wanted to pounce, but he already felt out of breath, his hands touched the ground from the broken felt , Tightly grabbed two pieces of dirt.
"Do you still have to be Khan? Do you have to instruct us to fight desperately for your so-called heroic ambitions?" Zhuoli Getu sprayed fire in his eyes while putting a rope on his feet: "We just want to live well ".
He turned his head to grab the wooden shovel and dragged Bo Yanmeng's body outward: "Our grassland was destroyed, our tribe was destroyed, you have to fight more tribes' ideas, wait for those little children Did they grow up, send them to the battlefield again, ruin their homes, and kill their wives and children? "
Boyan Meng can be dragged. He still couldn't help but laugh, he had only exposed a large piece of multi-colored colors in front of his eyes, constantly changing with a variety of wonderful patterns, his ears could no longer hear the sound of Zhuoligetu, vaguely heard It is the hooves of thousands of horses and horses, the screams of mountains and tsunami, and the screams of the enemy when they are dying. All kinds of sounds are intertwined, far and near, sometimes no ......
When he was dragged into a dug human-shaped pit, Bo Yanmeng fell heavily, but there was no pain, his eyes were wide, and his open mouth gave an extremely cheerful laugh, completely I wonder if death is near.
"Great Khan! With your greed and plunder, with your war. Go to hell!"
After Zhuoligetu finished speaking, he shoveled a shovel and lifted the soil.
As a large shovel of dirt poured into his mouth, the laughter gradually disappeared in a choking cough.
Yang Ling's army and Duo Yanwei and the White Army won the victory.
The Tatars were completely defeated and had lost their resistance, Duo Yanwei could easily take over their territory. of course. This loot also includes the sharing of the White Army. The Warrior's vitality was seriously injured, and it was confined to the northwest corner. In this hegemony battle, he has completely lost his qualification to take a slice of the soup. Even the inherent territory cannot continue to be controlled securely.
The only regret is that he didn't catch Boyan Mengke, the treacherous and prairie wolf disappeared. Even in the Central Plains where the household borrowing system is built, it is difficult to search for an incognito Chin prisoner, not to mention on this prairie. However, as long as the White Army and Duo Yanwei successfully received the Tatar tribe, then even if he was still alive, he could do nothing and the search operation continued.
The good news has already flown to the Ming Dynasty capital and Yinqi Queen's Mansion. After Xu Tai and Yang Ling met briefly. Taking a step first, the class teacher returned to the dynasty.
The army passed through a mountain and was about to enter the territory of Duyanwei. Cheng Qiyun took advantage of Yang Ling's busy with these complicated affairs, and after discussing with her co-conspirators, she decided to show off here with him.
Because the next step is to "tack" Queen Yinqi and put her in full control in order to increase the capital for negotiations with the court and "tack" her people. Who can be besides Yang Ling? Now it's a showdown if there is no showdown.
The atmosphere in the Chinese military account was tense. There are only two people in the huge military account, Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun.
Her plan has not been finished. Slap in the face with a slap: "Kneel!"
Cheng Qiyun stayed for a while, her delicate jade cheeks were red, and the red blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.
Her face was hot, but when she saw Yang Ling Tieqing's face and those cold eyes without any emotion, Rao was undoubtedly Cheng Qiyun, and she was panicked.
Those sharp eyes swept gently over her, so strange. Cheng Qiyun had also imagined how Yang Ling would be angry once he knew what he was doing. He would never even beat a woman, he would tie himself up to get a bruise, or kill her, and she was not afraid.
To give for the person she loves without regret, as long as she can reach her goal, then she will laugh at Jiuquan.
However, 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 even if she died, 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 occupy a place in his heart.
If he is treated like this from now on, even if she is trapped in the eighteenth layer of the blood pool hell, it is like sinking two more layers below the ground, and her heart will suffer forever.
Two lines of tears fell slowly, and Cheng Qiyun knelt heavily on the carpet.
"You are a smart, stupid woman!" Yang Ling's eyes were spitting fire, and the gentleness in the weekdays was completely gone. His face was pointing at Cheng Qiyun's nose with a complexion: "I feel a little weird, but I really trust you too Well, I didn't think that all your actions were such an idea.
it is good! Alright! Let Yu Yong develop an unowned land in Yizhou, and connect the north and south on the sea line. You open factories and build weapons in Liaodong. Recruiting mercenaries and confusing Ying'er to conspire with you to turn the White Army into your private army, it turned out to be such an unspeakable purpose! "
"I am Yang Ling, a commoner, and reused by two generations of emperors. Whose Yang family has today's glory? Whom do you come from? When today's son is of a good nature, treat me Yang Ling as a prince, actually a brother. You are so cunning means to calculate everywhere. See you! You are infidelity and injustice! "
"What is loyalty? What is righteousness? I am a woman. I only know what is love and what is love! When it comes to ruling the country and the world, which Confucian scholars who have loyalty and loyalty have been created in the past dynasties? Those who really make a difference are those who wear Confucian robes but do what they want, and governing the world is never a matter of courtesy and honesty. "
Xueliang's blade pointed to Cheng Qiyun's throat, and the blade shivered. Obviously, Yang Ling was very angry. Cheng Qiyun was not afraid, she stood up and stared at Yang Ling, said: "I have heard the plan of the adults, the combination of grace and power, the combination of leniency and fierceness to merge Mongolia, the power of power, the benefit of the same, the transformation of Take text. Turn each other into a family, and then expand the territory to the north, and strengthen the self.
But follow the steps and appoint bureaucrats. Is it really feasible to live in Beijing? The vast grasslands, the Gobi Desert, and the flat horses of Pingchuan are sparsely populated. The geography is very different from that in the customs.
There are many ethnic groups here, and the Han people live in a minority, how to strengthen integration. How to manage effectively? Non-princes have the right to assert here, but set up local officials to govern the military and civilians in a comprehensive way, rule over civil and military affairs, evaluate officials, repair and seal the military, political, economic, cultural and official appointments, and all are subject to the court. Just do nothing. As a result, the adults paid all their energy to the water. "
"Speaking of personality again. The emperor favors adults and is not false. But the emperor is growing up, and his brothers and sisters need to be separated. Besides, today the aspirations are not low and ambitious. Not willing to hide under your wings for a lifetime and let you decide everything for him?
You want to be Zhuge Liang, who bows and dies, but the emperor is not mediocre Liu Adou. One day, when he wants to show a negative report in person, he will find that you are all people in the court. The people only know the magnificent country. Your merits and prestige are even higher than the emperor.
When he makes any decision, he has to ask for your opinion. When there are any achievements, the people will think that you are still making plans for him, and the emperor is always a man who has not grown up and has no ability. God, will he feel humiliated?
At that time, even if the emperor still has feelings and righteousness towards you, he must have to overhang you and alienate you. Then, there will be people who are squeezed in because of your departure and become prosecutors, provoking, and further aggravating your relationship. . You can't do anything without turning your heads. Master Gong Gaozheng, autonomy is the way to death, not whether you have the ambition to replace it, but your behavior, in fact, has shaken the unique status of the emperor. "
"You are justified, you are always justified! Let me hold your own weight, please block it, how is it different from rebellion? Yes, with such a powerful strength, the emperor will be forced to agree. But this is an alliance under the city and has to respond. The Holy Ghost can tolerate many things, and he alone cannot bear the closest and most trusted person to stab him in the heart.
How did Liu Jin die? That is the lesson! Yun'er, Yun'er, I always think that your tactics are above me and the most time-saving, so I let you do it, but the things you do now let me ... let me ... ...... "Yang Ling suddenly felt angrily, waved his sword indignantly, and threw" Keng "into the distance.
The red lady, Adeni and others who had been waiting outside the tent to wait for the news looked around and saw a sword on the floor of the tent. The two couldn't help but rushed into the tent immediately.
"Yang ~~" Adeni panicked.
"Something can't be said well? You still use a sword and a sword!" The Red Lady is hard and straight. Although the tip of the needle is against Maimang, she always looks away from each other, but the friendship in her heart is getting deeper and deeper. As a woman, she understands everything Qi Yun does. She was all about Yang Ling, and she was absolutely not false.
Although she always saw Cheng Qiyun's jealousy and envy when she saw the woman, she felt panic acid in her heart, but now she sees her pitiful look under the rain in Yang Ling's anger. Let Cui Ying'er live with the enemy's heart.
"You both will go out to me!" Yang Ling's face was already full of anger.
Adni was stunned by his fierce eyes, and subconsciously stood upright, 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 the opinion! I, Ale Adni, is the commander of the Black Dragon Mercenary Corps, "
"Uh?" Cui Yinger put a question mark in his eyes. Immediately, she came to her chest and yelled to Yang Ling: "This matter is related to my 20,000 army and 100,000 herdsmen going to stay. Should you ask me what I mean? I, Cui Yinger , Is Mongolian Vice Khan and Lord Beiying! "
"I told you to go out, just get out!" Yang Ling roared with his feet off the ground and jumped up: "I. It's 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 seemed too good, the head of the family ... How can a woman not listen to the truth of her man's command?
The two female generals collapsed their shoulders in frustration.
For a while, the Red Lady said: "Okay! You said this, you are the head of the family, then you have a family law. It doesn't matter. Don't make Wang Fa and Sui Fa with Sister Cheng! Let's go, let's go out! "
The red lady looked at Qi Yun with encouragement, pulling La Adeni, and the two retreated quietly.
Quiet again in the big tent, Cheng Qiyun still knelt in disappointment without looking up.
After such a tumultuous episode of the Red Lady, Yang Ling's anger subsided a lot, and he was bored in his heart, only tossing around in the big account.
in fact. As a modern person, Yang Ling does not have any so-called loyal monarch thought. After accustomed to equal exchanges between friends in later generations, he always treats Zhengde as his good brother and good friend from beginning to end.
The smooth sailing in the long-term career made him almost unprepared for the preparation of rabbits and dead dogs. He did not know why he was so beautiful, maybe this woman in front of him never believed in fairy tales. Completely smashed his romantic fantasy in this era of imperial power.
What is loyalty and what is righteousness? Be loyal to one person. Still loyal to a nation? How did the work done benefit the entire Han nationality, then was misunderstood by his own brother. Is it worth it? What is Dazhong? What is Dayi?
Yang Ling sat down sadly, looking at Cheng Qiyun kneeling in front of her eyes, like five red and swollen fingerprints on the jade ground, two lines of tears, hanging on the pretty face with a blow, he could not help shaking his head gently , Whispered: "Yun'er ...".
Cheng Qiyun didn't move, but she felt a slight tremor in her heart, and her desperate heart regained some anger: "He called me Yun'er, but are you willing to forgive me?" She thought deliberately.
Yang Ling knelt on one knee in front of her and pulled her hand. Cheng Qiyun's hand was pale and weak due to tension, and it was cold in his hand. Yang Ling couldn't help but feel sore. This woman who is full of emotions and smiles, who is full of emotions and tenderness, has been with her for so long. No matter whether she does evil or does good, it is not based on her personal likes and dislikes.
I've never seen her bloom like a spring flower, she is so charming; she is rippling like a spring water, full of luck. Today, under her own anger, she endured the attack of her own anger like a little bird in the storm, pitiful and silent.
For the first time I saw Cheng Qiyun, who was omnipotent and strong and wise in his own mind, just because he was worried about losing his own center of mind, and so frustrated and weak, Yang Ling felt a tingling feeling in his 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 drawn closer by Yang Ling, and she just relieved herself secretly, but immediately felt Yang Ling stiffened again. She unknowingly gritted her teeth, raised her eyes and looked directly at Yang Ling, and said, "I didn't want you to stand on your own as a king. If you break away from the meaning of Daming, once the tiger in the mountains grows up, how can the two kings stand side by side? One of the crowned kings is the uncrowned king.
In doing so, not only will your brothers avoid future conflicts and possible conflicts, but as long as you strengthen your contacts with Guan within your rule. Accelerating the integration of the people inside and outside the customs, whether geographically, culturally or psychologically, will not be independent of the Ming Dynasty.
You once wanted Adene to build a military school, but Daming's current imperial court system is impossible to achieve. Here, you can do it. Fight for a place like this. Many of the ideas you have mentioned can be realized. Just like you said, here is a blank piece of paper that will allow you to indulge and indulge, without the old concepts and systems. To delay the results you want.
In addition to expanding the territory and building a big river for Daming, all the achievements you have created here that are greater than Daming can produce the effect of seeing is believing. Promote the development of Kannai, wouldn't this make your dream come true earlier? Master, do you say that this is a great loyalty or a great evil? "
"What's more ...", Cheng Qiyun lowered her head slightly and said quietly: "Adult thinks that Qiyun is bold and generous, and dare to think about this kind of thing that can copy the family and destroy the genocide at will. ... I have long penetrated the psychology of the white soldiers, knowing that they are going to work together. I will definitely support you resolutely, and I dare to finally make such a decision. "
"White Army?" Yang Ling stunned.
"Good! White Army!" Cheng Qiyun whispered: "Not only the original White Army men, but also General Jing Foer's soldiers, if they miss the Guan Guan, the military heart is unstable, how dare I move this idea? They Who are they in the Guan? They are the refugees, the horse thieves, the poor and stupid defenders, and they have been fighting outside the Guan for so long. They all have their own grassland, a group of servants, and their own cattle and sheep. , Tents, and women.
They are the masters here, and the rewards of pioneering the territory and fighting are all here. You now let them go back to Guan Nei, what else do they have? They are still a bitter haha. They did not mean to betray Daming, but they were willing to stay here.
On the contrary, if you force them to give up everything and go back to the gate, these warriors may have a different heart. Some people even turned to aliens to keep everything he had. You cannot ask everyone to abandon everything he has for the sake of the court.
Why can't the interests of the imperial court and personal interests become common interests, and let them become more supportive of the imperial court? Just like the people who are now digging up wasteland to build fields and build homes for slaves, if they have married here and have a large area of ​​land, you can let them give up all this and go back to the customs, will they make a court The opposite? "
Yang Ling's eyes flickered and he said: "You mean ... Jing Fo'er, Feng Lei .... The entire White Army soldiers and soldiers are willing to stay on this land and continue to expand the territory?"
"Yes! And all this, a commander and a governor, have no right to give them. In this way, officials have no power to promote officers and give the land, so where is the motivation for these soldiers to continue to expand? This, It is also one of the reasons for setting up a prince in a place far away from heaven. "
Yang Ling looked at Cheng Qiyun calmly. There was no timidity, no pleading, no cunning in the eyes, and in the clear eyes there was only the determination not to regret everything he had done, but also ... Love that cannot be melted.
This woman, this woman who regards him as the sky and all of her life, Yang Ling suddenly pityed with all her heart. With open arms, he gently embraced Cheng Qiyun in his arms, and Cheng Qiyun was snuggling in his arms, his eyes filled with spring water, full of tenderness.
The fuchsia finger marks on his face made him more and more shocked. Yang Ling couldn't control the guilt and distress in his heart, and kissed him gently.
This is the first time Yang Ling has kissed her so tenderly and pitifully, like a drop of dew on the petals. The string stretched tightly in Cheng Qiyun's heart finally relaxed, she closed her eyes gently, and Ren Yangling's lips gently slid across her cheeks, hair, and ears ...
Yang Ling ’s tenderness made Cheng Qiyun, who had survived the crisis, more worried, and she secretly vowed in her heart: "As long as this is done, since the husband will teach the son, no longer will devise a plan for life!"
However, a man's vows in love are unreliable, is it not a woman? She is like a kitten in front of her, and she is completely intoxicated in the ocean of love, and the sharp claws are also collected, but once she leaves Yang Ling's line of 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 me. I don't blame you. I really don't blame you. But this matter is of great importance. I have to think about it. , According to the request, it is impossible. I want to find a more appropriate way to talk openly with the emperor. "
"Hmm ..." Cheng Qiyun nodded tenderly, and suddenly hesitated and said timidly: "But ... but there is one other thing, which is not necessarily a bigger thing than this one." It ’s not necessarily a trivial matter, and it ’s even more anxious when it comes to this matter. I have to find a way to solve her immediately. In addition to the adult ’s involvement in this matter, people really ca n’t think of any other candidates ...... ".
She paused and said timidly: "What do people think ... think ... what's wrong with you, sir?"
The green muscles on Yang Ling's forehead rose again. His eyes were black and he almost didn't plant them on the ground. Cheng Qiyun helped him.
Yang Ling cried with a sad face: "You ... what have you done? Tell others quickly!"