Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Ye Jingyu smiled lightly.

"It's not too late, we just arrived."

He Zangfeng held his robe and sat down opposite the two of them, and said with a look of shame: "The little book boy insisted on bringing some pearls from the North Sea back, so I followed him around the market and accidentally missed the time. This meal will be I’ll invite Xiao Ke to express my apology.”

"Young Master He, you're welcome. Today is the day we, husband and wife, pay farewell to the Young Master, so please don't argue anymore."

Yin Qingxuan stood up and personally gave He Zangfeng a cup of tea.

"Thank you, Miss Yin."

He Zangfeng took the cup with both hands, showing great courtesy.

A few people chatted for a while, and then the food and drinks were served.

The burnt smell outside made Yin Qingxuan feel nauseous, so he only took a few token bites, as did Ye Jingyu and He Zangfeng.

"I wonder where Brother He's home is. The safety of the journey can be guaranteed. If necessary, I can ask the Master of Shengyin Pavilion to borrow some disciples to protect Brother He's safety."

Ye Jingyu has always loved talents. If this were not the case, he would not have tolerated that nonsense little Xuanzi again. Now that he saw He Zangfeng's extraordinary conversation, he couldn't help but cherish talents.

If he wants to govern the world well, it will be difficult for him to cover all aspects of the matter by himself. Those who really do the work are the important political ministers.

It's a pity that the imperial court has been corrupt for many years, and there are very few people like Han Shi and Qin Haiqiu who can do practical things for the people.

If you want to completely replace those moths, you must select a new batch of talents...

He Zangfeng said hurriedly: "Thank you for your concern, Brother Ye. It's an official route back home, so it's very safe. Xiao Ke is just a scholar, and he doesn't have much money on him. No one will take advantage of Xiao Ke."

Listening to his young city master pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, Little Yuanbao behind him couldn't help but roll his eyes. He lied so much that he might even believe it himself.

Last night, the young master took out a book and talked with himself about the past and the present. Unfortunately, he couldn't understand anything, and he was completely talking to others.

Hey, what does it mean to play the piano against a cow? Isn’t this scolding yourself?

Yin Qingxuan accidentally glanced behind He Zangfeng, and immediately saw the expressive little Yuanbao. She couldn't help but think that this child was very funny, and he was much cuter than the little boy named Morita.

Thinking of Morita Piyanzi, Yin Qingxuan couldn't help but think of other things. She found that she was almost immersed in it, so she quickly stopped in time.

Ayu was right, Jianghu people would handle the affairs of Jianghu, she just had to take care of her harem.

Yin Qingxuan felt quite emotional when she thought about how she wanted to run away every day when she first traveled through time, and how she feels like she belongs now.

I couldn't help but hold my chin, recalling the days when I first arrived.

Beside him, Ye Jingyu and He Zangfeng were chatting animatedly.

He Zangfeng had his own opinions on everything from people's livelihood to the country's military affairs. Ye Jingyu nodded repeatedly, wishing he could take him back to the capital this time.

He Zangfeng was indeed not just an illusion. Although he was forced to practice martial arts, he preferred reading. Writing was more tempting to him than swords.

However, he was the only one in Yincheng. No matter how much he liked learning, he only had the option of succeeding as the city lord.

This was also the reason why he came out disguised as a scholar, just for fun.

It's a pity, I have to go back tomorrow.

Although He Zangfeng didn't know Ye Jingyu's true identity, he could tell from his expression and behavior that Ye Jingyu was not an ordinary Jianghu person.

Miss Yin is also dignified and majestic, completely different from the crazy monkey-like Ge Hongyuan.

Thinking of returning to the cold Yincheng in a few days, He Zangfeng couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

He raised his glass and said, "Brother Ye, I'd like to give you a toast."