Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Yin Qingxuan turned around, and ten meters behind her stood a middle-aged woman wearing a rough brogue.

The woman has an ordinary appearance, about thirty years old, with a floral cloth tied on her head. She looks no different from an ordinary peasant woman.

Yin Qingxuan still recognized the real owner behind the mask from the familiar voice.

"Is it you, Fangruo?"

Fangruo took off his mask and said in a calm voice: "Yes, it's me."

Si Miaoyin immediately stopped in front of Yin Qingxuan and looked at Fangruo warily.

There was a trace of sarcasm in Fangruo's eyes.

"As expected of the royal concubine, no matter where she goes, there is such a grand pomp."

Yin Qingxuan picked up Xiao Nanfeng. Even if Fangruo's martial arts was abolished, he still couldn't take it lightly. After all, rabbits will bite their hands when they are anxious.

"There's no need to say these sarcastic words. You and I don't agree with each other. There's really no need to meet."

Fangruo didn't move, her eyes still looked at Yin Qingxuan.

"Yin Qingxuan, you really don't want to cooperate with me?"

"That's not necessary, let's go."

Yin Qingxuan didn't want to talk nonsense with Fangruo anymore, so she hugged Xiao Nanfeng and walked back, then heard Fangruo say: "If Ashlan is not dead yet, what do you say?"

Yin Qingxuan was slightly shocked and paused in her footsteps.

"What did you say?"

Fangruo had already put on the mask and said quietly: "Ashilan is not dead, and she is on the shore of the North Sea."

"Where is he?"

Yin Qingxuan handed Xiao Nanfeng to Qin'er, who had already walked in front of Fangruo.

The corners of Fangruo's mouth raised slightly, and she knew that Yin Qingxuan could not remain indifferent.

"He is in the Xiaoyao Sect. Now he is wearing a huge bamboo hat and a long black veil that reaches his ankles. He must have changed his identity."

Hearing this, Yin Qingxuan was shocked.

"Could it be that Ashlan is Cui Yu?"

"I don't know who he is. Guan Xiao and I have just arrived in Beihai. Fortunately, God has eyes and allowed me to meet Aslan."

Fangruo's voice was cold and she could not hide the hatred in her eyes.

Yin Qingxuan frowned slightly. Although Ashilan's martial arts was strong, it could not compare with the master of a sect. If Fangruo had not lied, Ashilan would have had another adventure.

Thinking of that naked gaze, Yin Qingxuan couldn't help but believe it.

"Guan Xiao is here too? Where are they? Does Master know?"

Fangruo said: "Guan Xiao is at the inn, I sneaked out."

She pursed her lips and said, "Marshal Guan probably doesn't know."

This love brain doesn't want to think about where Beihai is. If he loses his life here, Mr. Guan will definitely not survive.

"Why don't you join him?"

Yin Qingxuan asked coldly.

Fangruo turned her face to the rough sea, with a bit of bitterness in her voice, which was also mixed with a rare tenderness.

"I hope he can retreat despite the difficulties. As long as he can't find me, there will be no reason to stay in Beihai."

Yin Qingxuan frowned.

"He could chase him from the capital to here, how could he leave so easily? You'd better go back to find him."

"I will never see him again, Yin Qingxuan. Considering that we are both enemies of Aslan, I hope you can find a place for me. As long as I can kill Aslan with my own hands, for You work like a cow or a horse, and I, Fangruo, have no complaints."

Fangruo bent her knees and she knelt down.

Yin Qingxuan pulled her arm, and Fangruo suddenly couldn't kneel down anymore. She looked up at Yin Qingxuan.

"You and I used to work on our own, but now we have reached our goal. Yin Qingxuan, what else do you have to think about? Don't you want to deal with Ashlan?"

Yin Qingxuan pondered for a moment and said: "Your news is indeed valuable enough. I can take you back to Shengyin Pavilion. As for how to do it, I need to plan carefully."

Fangruo suddenly became anxious.

"Is there anything else to plan? He is in Beihai. Can't we just kill him?"

"Do you know who Cui Yu is? He is the leader of Xiaoyao Sect. How can he be killed just by you?"

Fangruo was a little surprised after hearing Yin Qingxuan's words.

"His current identity is the sect leader?"

Yin Qingxuan nodded, frowning and said: "The person you describe is indeed Cui Yu, the leader of Xiaoyao Sect, and his martial arts is much higher than Asilan. Fangruo, are you sure you didn't read it?" Wrong?"

Fangruo took out her arm and said with determination: "I have been following Ashlan since I was a few years old. I can't hide his every move from my eyes. Although he is covered with a long black gauze, his walking posture is... But it can’t be changed.”

Yin Qingxuan said with a serious look: "I can trust you once. I am just staying in Shengyin Pavilion. I hope you can follow the instructions and don't cause any trouble."

Fangruo said calmly: "As long as I can get revenge, it doesn't matter if I sleep in the horse pen."

Two quarters of an hour later, the group returned to Shengyin Pavilion.

Knowing that Fang Ruo was an old friend of Yin Qingxuan and did not know martial arts, Si Miaoyin stopped monitoring her.

Yin Qingxuan has brought Fangruo into Ye Jinglan's room.

Ye Jinglan was sitting in his room smoking a cigarette when he heard the door knock. He was startled and hurriedly put it out.

Seeing it was Yin Qingxuan, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and said angrily: "It's you, you damn girl."

"Well, this is Ashlan's maid Fangruo."

It was inevitable that Ye Jinglan would say something else, so Yin Qingxuan quickly revealed Fangruo's identity.

Ye Jinglan looked at Fangruo, who was dressed as a village woman, suspiciously, and asked, "Why did you bring Asilan's people here?"

Yin Qingxuan sat down on the chair and said, "Because Ashlan is not dead and is now disguised as Cui Yu."

Ye Jinglan's fingers trembled, and the cigarette butt suddenly fell on the table.

"Is this true?"

"Of course, you stay here for a while, and I'll call the emperor out."

Yin Qingxuan returned to her residence, and with a thought, she entered the space.

Ye Jingyu was still meditating by the spring.

His fingers were intertwined and tucked under his abdomen, his upper body was sitting upright, and a few strands of hair hanging down from his cheeks added a bit of softness to his handsome, slightly cold face.

Hearing the footsteps, Ye Jingyu slowly opened his narrow eyes, and a warm smile appeared on the corners of his thin lips.

"Xuan'er, you're here."

Looking at those clear and peaceful eyes, Yin Qingxuan's heart immediately relaxed.

"Ah."

She lifted up her skirt, sat down next to Ye Jingyu, and took the initiative to hold his warm hand.

"Ayu has been sitting for so long this time, how do you feel?"

Ye Jingyu smiled slightly and said: "My mind is calm, and my inner strength seems to have improved a little. Xuan'er's space is indeed a magical place."

"That's good."

Yin Qingxuan breathed out and said, "I have some bad news."

Ye Jingyu raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, could it be that something happened to Pavilion Master Xiao?"

"No, it's Ashlan, he's not dead yet."