Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Misty Silver City.

With Yin Qingxuan's spiritual spring water that was like a plug-in, and Liu Sijun's miraculous healing skills, everyone's injuries have stabilized.

He Yuan had ordered people to arrange accommodation for the disciples of Zifu and the accompanying disciples of Shengyin Pavilion, and then ordered people to prepare wine and food. Xiao Zhangyin was his mother-in-law, and it was her first time visiting, so she had to be polite.

Upon learning of Xiao Yinhuan's identity, the enthusiastic people of Yincheng also sent their own local specialties, and the lively atmosphere quickly diluted the heaviness of the war.

Looking at Yin Qingxuan's family reunion, Ye Jinglan smacked his lips and couldn't help feeling a little out of place.

He wrote a letter and left it in the guest room, saying to Wang Shun: "Let's go back to that tavern. It's more comfortable there. There are still a lot of crayfish left. It would be a pity if they died."

Wang Shun has long been a die-hard fan of Ye Jinglan. As long as Ye Jinglan tells him to go somewhere, he will go there. He has no complaints about following Ye Jinglan and traveling through mountains and rivers.

"I will obey you, Master."

The two of them didn't have much luggage, so they just walked out of Silver City.

In order to prevent fellow martial artists from coming to seek refuge, Yincheng's formation has been removed. Since the Feiyao people are well versed in formations, keeping them around will only serve to stop gentlemen and not villains.

In the evening, the two finally returned to the small restaurant they had been to before. As soon as they entered, they saw a woman in a lake green silk dress sitting alone in a corner, sipping wine leisurely.

"Miss Qing?"

Ye Jinglan called out.

"Miss Yin, where did you all go?"

Luo Shuiqing turned around and asked even though she knew the answer. Yin Qingxuan must have stayed in Yincheng, but she really wanted to meet her.

This woman was different from ordinary women. She was very wise beyond her age, and her words were also very philosophical. Although she could not agree with everything, she still heard part of it in her heart.

"She probably won't be back in the next two days."

After Ye Jinglan finished speaking, he turned to the waiter.

"You didn't throw away my crayfish."

The waiter ran out quickly.

"Don't worry, I'll keep the rest in a basin for you."

"Let me use the kitchen. I want to make some garlic crayfish for the girl to try."

Ye Jinglan rolled up his sleeves, simply out of boredom. Although Qingluo's identity was very suspicious, it was nice to have someone to drink with him.

Ye Jinglan, a man in his late thirties, naturally knows how to cook. However, after coming to the ancient times, his status suddenly became noble, and he hasn't touched these pots and pans for a long time. Now that he picks them up, he inexplicably feels a sense of familiarity.

Half an hour later, Ye Jinglan came out from the kitchen carrying a pot of crayfish with a strong garlic aroma. He filled a plate for Wang Shun and walked towards Luo Shuiqing.

"After the spicy ones, try the garlic ones."

Luo Shuiqing took a look and found it to be indeed well made, with good color, aroma and taste.

She had seen this thing before, but had never eaten it. She never thought that such an ordinary little thing could be made so delicious.

She picked one up, peeled it without any affectation, put it in her mouth and took a bite. Her generous look was very much like that of a modern person.

A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and there was a pile of lobster shells in front of Qingluo, but he did not say another word to Ye Jinglan and just ate without any courtesy.

She had previously spent a lot of effort trying to recruit Ye Jinglan as an assistant, but now she has lost interest in this.

"Hey, after all, I was a cook, so why don't you offer me a glass of wine?"

Qing Luo said calmly: "If you want to drink, drink it yourself. If no one toasts you, will you not drink it?"

Ye Jinglan rolled his eyes.

"Are you crazy? We were chatting happily the other day, but you seem like a different person today."

Qing Luo raised his eyes and said indifferently: "My happiness has never been for you."