Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Luo Shuiqing had never seen such a thing before, and didn't know what it was used for, so his eyes were full of vigilance.

Ye Jinglan was already accustomed to the ancient people's curiosity about things that were rarely seen, so he waved and got himself a bottle, then opened the straws in the small bag and inserted them into the tin foil at the bottle mouth.

"This thing is called yogurt, do you want to try it?"

Ye Jinglan took a sip himself, looking intoxicated.

This was his childhood wish. After living for almost thirty years, perhaps the only wish he had realized was that Yogurt was temporarily free, because all of this was given to him by Yin Qingxuan.

When you have a lot of points in your hands, that is true freedom.

Luo Shuiqing didn't take it, his eyes still fixed on the white plastic bottle.

She had never seen anything made of this material before, and she had never heard of the strange seasonings they used in their cooking.

Ye Jinglan looked at her and smiled: "Are you afraid it's poisonous? Then why don't you drink this?"

Ye Jinglan handed over his yogurt, which still had a few drops of white liquid on it.

Luo Shuiqing glared at him fiercely, took the other bottle and took a sip. A sour and sweet taste rushed into his throat, and his depressed mood seemed to improve a lot.

"Did you do this?"

Ye Jinglan curled his lips.

"Just take it as such."

Luo Shuiqing snorted and quickened his pace.

As soon as the two men arrived at a village, they heard a scream and someone begged for mercy: "Gentlemen, please let my wife go. She is about to give birth."

One of them sneered, "Didn't the old woman say that this child is difficult to give birth to? Since it would be a suffering if they were alive, why don't I send them both to heaven, so that they can have a companion on the road to the underworld."

The midwife's hands were covered in blood as she knelt tremblingly on the side. It was not easy for a pregnant woman to give birth standing up, but these officials were even more ferocious and scary, which frightened her to the point that her scalp went numb.

"No, please, take whatever you want, but don't hurt my wife."

The man took out a few coins from his pocket and kowtowed continuously.

Luo Shuiqing kicked open the gate and walked in, and Ye Jinglan followed.

Seeing the knives in their hands, Ye Jinglan frowned.

It is about four inches wide, with a thick back and a thin blade. This is the standard of the imperial guards in the capital. How could these people appear in a small border town?

Ye Jinglan's face darkened.

"Who transferred you here?"

The leader sneered.

"Who do you think you are to meddle in my business?"

Seeing Ye Jinglan in gorgeous clothes and a young girl following behind him, several people thought they were a pair of mandarin ducks that had sneaked out and did not take them seriously at all.

"You are such a blind bastard, how dare you call yourself the master?"

The man only felt a figure flash before his eyes, and a hand was imprinted on his chest. There was a crisp sound of bone breaking. The man looked down at his sunken chest, and then blood spurted out of his mouth and he fell to the ground with his back to the sky.

The rest of them retreated in fear. Among the imperial guards, they were considered top experts, but they didn't expect that they couldn't dodge a single move from the young man.

"Who are you?"

One person asked tremblingly.

Luo Shuiqing walked forward, grabbed a man by the collar, and asked in a cold voice: "Are you guys also descendants of Feiyao Country?"

The man's expression suddenly changed.

"You know Feiyao Country, who are you?"

Luo Shuiqing's face suddenly turned cold.

"Did the people who summoned you here ask you to treat these unarmed civilians like this?"