Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

The two of them exchanged glasses. After a while, the jar of wine had reached the bottom.

Although the alcohol content in ancient times was not high, everyone was still a bit drunk.

Yuan Bao couldn't help but remind him in a low voice: "Master, drink less!"

He Zangfeng's eyes narrowed.

"Noisy."

The look in his eyes at this moment made Yin Qingxuan slightly stunned.

This sharp and concentrated aura is not like that of a scholar.

After just a moment, He Zangfeng returned to his smiling face.

Seeing that his cheeks were slightly red, Ye Jingyu smiled and said, "You and I have indeed drank a lot, so let's call it a night. There is always a banquet in the world. If we are destined, we will definitely get together one day."

He Zangfeng was a little unfinished, but he still nodded.

"It doesn't matter, even if we sit here and drink all night, we will go our separate ways sooner or later. Why don't we stay and think about each other and look forward to meeting again in the future."

Suddenly, a sadness filled his heart.

Returning to Piaomiaoyin City was like entering a prison. He and them... I'm afraid there would be no day to see each other again...

The three of them separated at the door of the restaurant. Ye Jingyu and Yin Qingxuan returned to Shengyin Pavilion. It was almost three o'clock.

The burnt feeling in the air did not dissipate. Yin Qingxuan covered her nose all the way back to the room, and immediately entered the space, and her heart felt smooth instantly.

"I'm afraid it will take three to five days for this strong burning smell to fade away completely. If Xuan'er doesn't like it, she can stay in the space for a few days. When the people return completely, we will set off immediately."

Looking at the little girl's wrinkled nose, Ye Jingyu couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

"It's okay, I'm not that delicate."

Yin Qingxuan lay comfortably on the bed, breathing in the breath of the space, and her whole body felt much better.

"But I can't bear it!"

Ye Jingyu sat down by the bed, took her delicate little hand, and kissed her gently on the lips.

Yin Qingxuan yawned and said sleepily: "Everyone is smelling this smell. What can't I do? It's getting late. Ayu, you should go to bed early!"

"it is good."

Ye Jingyu nodded lovingly and hugged her to his chest.

The next day.

The two got up early and went to see He Zangfeng off, but were told that their master and servant had left long ago, leaving only a letter in the room.

Letter: I wish the Xian couple a happy journey and take care of each other!

Ye Jingyu said with emotion: "Parting will inevitably make people sad, so it's okay, Xuan'er, let's go back."

On the way back to the sect, Yin Qingxuan saw many people returning with their families, and also saw a few sects leaving Beihai.

This battle is really over!

April is approaching, and the snow in the capital should have melted.

Yin Qingxuan suddenly missed the prosperity of Beijing.

Xiao Yinhuan seemed to have read her thoughts, and said in a gentle voice: "Now that there is nothing going on here, you should go back. Soon, mother will rush back to Yunqi Mountain with your grandpa. If you have time, mother will Let’s go to the capital to see you.”

Ye Jingyu's expression changed slightly.

"Won't Mom come back to Beijing with us?"

Now that he has become the emperor, my mother should return to the palace with him to enjoy the blessings.

Xiao Yinhuan shook his head and said lovingly: "That place does not belong to my mother, and my mother does not want to be bound by those rules anymore. Besides, your grandpa is getting older, so there must be someone around to take care of you."

Ye Jingyu said anxiously: "Aunt Hua is accompanying grandpa. If not, let grandpa return to Beijing with us."

Xiao Yinhuan said in a soft voice: "Silly boy, your grandpa is a cultivator and has never liked the noise of the mortal world. How could he go back with you? Mom also doesn't want to go back to that place with too much pain and memories."

Hearing this, Ye Jingyu suddenly fell silent.

The late emperor had caused too much harm to his mother and concubine. If she returned to the palace, she would definitely think of the past and sigh heavily.

Xiao Yinhuan held his son's hand, the corners of his eyes turning slightly red.

"My mother's Yu'er has grown up. It's enough for my mother to see you become the king of a country and a monarch loved by the people!"