Chapter 86 Attack

Seeing Zheng Xi looking at her with an adulterous look on her face, Ling Qingyu said sternly: "We are good friends. Is there a problem with visiting the grave of a good friend's parents?"

"Good friend?" Zheng Xi saw that Yang Zhao's face began to turn dark, and he felt happy and said: "The gold shop is a business without capital. Suzhou is rich. At the end of the year, I made a lot of money. I sold it There are always more than 200,000 taels of goods. Excluding the goods purchased in the weaving workshop and the shop expenses, we have a net profit of 200,000 taels. By the way, there is something that you will be happy to hear."

"Ah? What's the good thing?" Ling Qingyu asked hurriedly, wishing that he would stop asking questions.

"It's about the Lin family. Lin Guoqiang, the third young master of the Lin family, fell in love with an oiran from Yangzhou later in the year. He spent an unknown amount of money on it. Later he became obsessed with gambling and lost a lot of money. Later he stole the family's fields. I exchanged the deed for money, and went to find Chen San from the gambling house as the girl said. I bought it all at a low price, totaling more than 10,000 acres of land. That prodigal son was worth fifteen or twenty taels of silver per acre of good farmland. , sold it for just five taels. I heard that when Lin Jiacheng found out, he was so angry that he vomited blood and is still lying in bed. "

"How much did we charge?" Ling Qingyu took a sip of water and glanced at Yan San. The Red Mansion was really reliable, but she remembered that it was a commission given last summer. How come she didn't do it until the new year?

"Chen San was so black that he took us eighty-two acres." Zheng Xi sighed. It is really frustrating for people to have to spend money to buy back their own land.

"We don't lack the money. What I want is what they put in with evil intentions. I must spit it out. I remember that they swallowed up thousands of hectares of our fields." Ling Qingyu sneered.

"Now he is paying close attention. Lin Guoqiang still owes Chen San tens of thousands of taels of silver. If Lin Jiacheng comes out, he will be beaten to death and he will not be given a penny of the money." Zheng Xi said.

"What about the Yangzhou oiran?" Ling Qingyu asked with a smile.

"I heard that when Lin Guoqiang was beaten half to death by Chen San, the oiran was very generous and took out his private house to save him, so Lin Guoqiang was ruthless and stole the land deed. But now the oiran doesn't know where he is. After going, Lin Guoqiang also went to the county government to submit a petition, saying that Chen San and the courtesan defrauded him of his money and he was beaten out." Zheng Xi said with a smile. How can someone who can open a gambling house have no background? Now that the Wu family has moved to the capital, who would offend someone for the Lin family?

"Give Chen San some benefits and ask him to hurry up and collect debts." After thinking about it, Ling Qingyu asked again: "Is there any news about Lin Zixu?"

"I was about to tell you about this. The eldest lady of the Lin family was originally betrothed to the young master of the Murong family in Suzhou. However, the young master had been in poor health, so the Lin family had been delaying the marriage. I heard a few days ago that Lin Zixu followed him. The actor eloped." Zheng Xi said.

Elopement, this is indeed what Lin Zixu did. Ling Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of coldness. Even if she was entrusted by the Red Mansion to **** Lin Zixu, as an actor, if Lin Zixu behaves correctly, or has With such a trace of rules, he would never run away with an actor.

"But this matter was circulated in private. The Lin family didn't say anything, and the Murong family didn't say anything either, so I don't know whether it is true or not." Zheng Xi looked at Ling Qingyu's expression and said. No matter how Lin Zixu treats the girl, the girl will not care too much, but when Lin Zixu makes his wife angry to death, how can the girl not hate her to the bone.

"In this world, there will be retribution eventually. I'm not in a hurry. How can it end so happily?" Ling Qingyu lowered his eyelashes to cover the cruel look in his eyes and said lightly.

At this time, she felt a cold air on her body, and thick hatred spread. Ling Qingyu and Zheng Xi were familiar with this look, but no one else had ever seen her before. Yang Zhao felt a pain in his heart and stretched out his hand to hold her hand.

But Zheng Xi took the lead and smiled at her: "Yes, how can it end so easily? The meal is already ready. Let's go eat." Then he dragged her and headed towards the main hall.

The outstretched hand slowly clenched into a fist, Yang Zhao took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

The room suddenly seemed to be frozen, no one spoke or moved. This woman always looked cheerful, as if there was nothing in the world that she didn't know she couldn't do.

With a "clang" sound, He Li unsheathed his sword and walked out.

"Let her do it by herself." Yan San leaned against the door, put one foot on the door frame, lowered his head and said, "Only when she takes revenge with her own hands can she feel at ease."

After pausing for a few seconds, He Li returned the sword to its sheath, but punched the wall hard.

"Wow! Braised Pork! I love you so much, Lu Xiu, you are such a good wife! Ah! Why don't you marry me!" Ling Qingyu's cheerful voice came from the main hall, and then he shouted loudly: "Yang Zhaoyansan, Hey, if you don’t come to eat, I’ll eat it all by myself!”

Yan San put down his feet and walked towards the main hall.

Just as she never interfered with any of their decisions, she never thought of relying on anyone for her own affairs. Yang Zhao stood up and took the lead towards the main hall, with a light smile on his heavy face.

She would act coquettishly with the old servant, eat the tofu of the little maid, and fight for food with Zheng Xi. Compared with Hangzhou, this was her real home, a place where she could truly relax.

After the meal, Ling Qingyu sat on the stone table in front of the hall and looked at the paper figures and horses all over the yard. He thought deeply for a long time and said to Zheng Xi, "Zheng Xi, we are going to visit the graves of our parents tonight."

"Ah? Are you going tonight?" Zheng Xi was stunned. Normally, people go to visit graves on July 15th. Why should they go in advance?

"There are so many of us that we make a lot of noise. If the Lin family sees us tomorrow, there might be some trouble." Ling Qingyu stood up and said. She was not afraid of trouble. The problem was that although Yang Zhao said he had five days off, judging from their behavior, it was clear that they were being forced to leave. There might be a return date limit. If any trouble occurred, Yang Zhao would definitely not let her stay here. Go and face it. If he doesn't leave, if he misses his return date, it will cost ten lives.

"Isn't it said that from the first to the fifteenth day of July, the ancestors receive sacrifices? My parents love me so much, and they must hope that I will visit them when I come back." Seeing that Zheng Xi still looked worried, Ling Qingyu said with a smile.

Uncle Zheng drove the carriage, and Yang Zhao and others separated into three groups and climbed up the hill beside Taihu Lake.

Burning incense and candles, they burned the paper figures and horses in the leeward place.

Ling Qingyu kowtowed deeply three times and said silently in his heart: "Don't worry, mother, if I give my daughter some more time, I will definitely make those people die a miserable death."

Yang Zhao knelt beside her, kowtowed three times, and said silently in his heart: "Uncle and aunt, Zhao Ding will do my best to protect her. When Zhao is determined, he will formally come to ask for her hand in marriage. I will definitely live up to her in this life." "

There was a slight breeze in the night, and Mother Zheng was burning paper in front of the grave and chanting in a low voice. Her thin voice, combined with the paper ashes all over the sky, was just like a June snowstorm.

Looking at the half-lit lights of the villa in the distance, Ling Qingyu pointed to the flowery scene and said to Yang Zhao who was walking beside him: "That was the residence my father gave to my mother. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Yang Zhao held her hand. Even though they were far apart, the beauty of the courtyard was still vaguely discernible. One can imagine how much effort was put into it in the beginning. She grew up there, and she was supposed to be a lady with no fingers in the spring water, but now her hands are full of calluses, she can sail, go to the sea, and take care of everything by herself.

"Zhao," Ling Qingyu turned his head and saw the heartache in Yang Zhao's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I actually prefer the free life on the ship. I am the person who cannot be restrained the most. I have to stay here all day. In the backyard, it was more uncomfortable than killing me. I was not commemorating the wealth in the yard. Speaking of wealth, my current wealth is more than ten times that of my father. What I feel heartbroken is only my mother and my father's original thoughts. ." So please forgive me, Yang Zhao. Although I like you, I will never give up my way of life.

Yang Zhao didn't say anything, just held her hand tightly.

It was almost midnight when they returned to the small courtyard. The Zheng family went back to their own small courtyard. Seeing others finding rooms in the front yard to live in, Ling Qingyu returned to the backyard.

This small courtyard was originally a second-entry building. The seven rooms in the front yard were originally occupied by the Zheng family. Now they live in He Li. The main house in the backyard was originally occupied by Ling Qingyu’s mother. After her mother passed away, these three main rooms were Ling Qingyu didn't move the room, except Zheng's mother who cleaned it regularly.

Sitting in the main room, more than two years have passed, and the smile of the young mother of this world seems to still be before my eyes.

After watching the moon reach the zenith, Ling Qingyu gently closed the door of the main room and returned to the east wing where he lived. There were also three east wing rooms. Ling Qingyu changed the one on the left into a bathroom. At this time, the big wooden barrel in the room was full. After taking some warm water, Ling Qingyu took off her clothes and took a shower.

"Yang Zhao." Yang Zhao was just about to push the door of the east wing when he heard Yan San calling from behind and turned around to look at him.

"Come here." Yan San pointed to the stone table in the small courtyard and sat at the table.

"What's the matter?" Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, then walked over and sat across from him.

"It's almost time." Looking up at the sky, Yan San rubbed his brows and said, "There is something I must tell you."

"Say something quickly."

"Did she kill a thousand-year-old snake when she was on that island?" Seeing Yang Zhao nodding, Yan San continued: "She also ate the snake elixir from that snake, so she became immune to all poisons later. None of the snakes on the island dare touch her.”

"We all know this." Yang Zhao said impatiently.

"Then do you know that the snake pill is not something that can be eaten casually? The thousand-year-old snake is about to transform into a dragon. Its snake pill is an excellent thing, but it is also a very yin thing. Let me tell you this, if the snake pill is a woman Eat it," Yan San organized his speech and said: "Women are originally Yin, and the snake pill is a very Yin thing. If there is nothing to feed it, at midnight on July 14th, the most Yin time of the year, It could kill her."

Yang Zhao's face turned pale, he looked at the sky again, stood up abruptly, opened the door and rushed in.

Ling Qingyu had fallen asleep leaning against the edge of the barrel, but a thin layer of ice appeared on the water that should have been steaming.

"What do you want to feed?" Yang Zhao shouted to Yan San as he took Ling Qingyu out, but the body in his arms was cold.

"Yang Jing." Yan San pointed to his lower body and said, "I need to feed him."

"Get out." Yang Zhao put Ling Qingyu on the bed in the bedroom, tore off his clothes and whispered.

Yan San closed the door, sat on the stone table, took out the soup can he stole from the kitchen, poured a bowl, and drank slowly.

Her body should have been warm and moist, making people unable to extricate themselves, but now it was cold and dry, so cold that Yang Zhao shivered unconsciously.

"It's okay, it'll be okay." Yang Zhao leaned over and kissed the frost-stained lips.

Feeling the scorching heat, Ling Qingyu's body slowly expanded and contracted, like a small mouth sucking in more and more powerfully. This feeling was too exciting, and Yang Zhao let out a low roar before releasing it all.

Seeing the frost slowly receding from her face, Yang Zhao sped up. Different from before, now he could clearly feel that the suction in her body not only sucked away the yang essence, but also seemed to suck out his physical and vitality. Got in.

Is this the price? You tried your best to save us and then ended up like this? Yang Zhao, who was released again, fell weakly on Ling Qingyu. Seeing that her face was still blue and her lips were pale white, he kissed her lips without realizing it, and thrust in fiercely, wrapping around and sucking her lips, trying to absorb her body temperature. They were all passed on to her.

Hearing the movement in the room stop, Yan San stood up and opened the door.

Yang Zhao stared at him and saw him beginning to take off his clothes. He closed his eyes and said, "Let me out first."

"You can still move?" Yan San said without stopping, glancing at Yang Zhao's shrunken and tiny guy who could no longer exert any strength.

Yang Zhao gritted his teeth, forced himself to sit up from the bed, glanced at Ling Qingyu's still green body with reluctance, and held on to the edge of the bed to get out of the bed. His feet gave out, and his weak body fell to the foot of the bed.

Without waiting for Yang Zhao's frustrated fist to strike down, Yan San directly tapped his acupoint, whispered trouble, placed him at the foot of the bed and sat up against him, and then got on the bed.

After taking a few breaths, Yan San left her body. He stood up, supported his weak body and moved to the wooden frame. He dipped the handkerchief in water, cleaned Ling Qingyu's lower body, then threw Yang Zhao on the bed and untied it. He picked up his clothes, held on to the wall and walked out.

The door closed behind him, and Yan San slowly slid down the wall and sat on the ground.

The moonlight has faded, giving the interior a layer of clear light from outside the window.