After becoming an outcast, she relied on the system to raise her children and counterattacked.

Yin Qingxuan suddenly asked: "Is it possible to break your pulse-locking method?"

Ye Jingyu raised his narrow eyes and asked, "Do you want to help Fangruo recover his martial arts?"

"I do have that idea. Since she is willing to follow me wholeheartedly, I don't want to let her down. I will use my own methods to train her."

When Yin Qingxuan said this, her eyes were bright, and a strong self-confidence radiated from her pretty little face, and she was full of energy.

"What did Xuan'er train her to be? A killer, start crafting?"

Ye Jingyu was a little curious.

Yin Qingxuan tilted her head and said, "I won't tell you the secret for now. I'm going to prepare dinner!"

After Yin Qingxuan finished speaking, she picked up her skirt and ran away.

Ye Jingyu smiled, she was indeed a little girl.

But these words coming from Ye Jinglan's mouth were a bit strange.

Then he smiled silently, probably because the two of them were familiar with each other. The uncle and sister-in-law had a good relationship, which he was happy to see.

When he returns to the capital the next day, he will find a teacher for Ye Jinglan and train him well so that he will not stay outside the palace all day long and take the wrong path.

While Ye Jingyu was thinking about it, Yin Qingxuan had already taken Yuncai and Zhang Yujin to cook.

There is a proverb in their north, which is to get dumplings on the bus and get off the noodles. Guan Xiao will be leaving tomorrow, so Yin Qingxuan decided to make dumplings for him.

In the past few days, the disciples of Shengyin Pavilion were also rushing around to investigate, so they were also asked to perform tooth beatings.

There were more than 100 people in total, and they had to make at least two thousand dumplings. Looking at the large pile of dumpling wrappers and the small mountain of meat fillings, Yin Qingxuan was not only a little big, but also too many. Leave it until midnight.

"Yuncai, go ask Aunt Hua to come over and ask her to find a few disciples to come and help."

After a while, Hua Qian came over with a dozen male and female disciples.

Everyone ate the fruits given by Yin Qingxuan during the day, and knowing that she was cooking for everyone, they were naturally willing to help.

Yin Qingxuan told them how to make the package, and everyone worked together, very quickly.

As the sun sets below the horizon, plates of dumplings that look like gold ingots are being brought out from the kitchen.

The disciples have lived in the mountains for a long time, and their food is very simple. They have never seen such exquisite things, so they all come together.

Seeing everyone talking and laughing while eating, Yin Qingxuan suddenly felt a strong sense of accomplishment, and then returned to the room with a few side dishes.

Ye Jingyu sat in the main seat with a golden sword, and the aura between his eyebrows and eyes was no longer as sharp as in Beijing. Instead, there was a mountain-like calmness, which made people feel at ease.

Ye Jinglan sat on his left side and couldn't wait to stretch out his chopsticks.

Compared with the two of them, Guan Xiao was a little more reserved.

These two are the current emperor and prince. Although Guan Xiao was born in the Marshal's Palace, he was still a white man. He held the chopsticks for a long time and did not pick up the food.

"Eat it, this is Xuan'er's wish."

Ye Jingyu took a dumpling for Guan Xiao.

Guan Xiao lowered his head and remembered that a few months ago, he was provoked by Asilan and ran to the palace to assassinate the emperor, and his eyes suddenly flashed with deep guilt.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ye Jingyu smiled peacefully.

"When you are in Jianghu, there is no need to abide by the rules of the court. There are no kings and ministers here, only brothers. Let's eat."

Listening to this gentle and rich voice, Guan Xiao felt warm in his heart and nodded vigorously.

Ye Jingyu took a sip of wine, looked at Guan Xiao and said, "It's a good thing that you want to enter a martial arts school. In March next year, you might be able to become an official and shine on your family."

He changed the topic and said: "The matter in Beihai has nothing to do with the imperial court. I hope you can tell me this and don't talk to anyone, so as not to cause trouble."

Guan Xiao stood up hurriedly.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. If Guan Xiao says one more word, he will be struck by thunder."

Ye Jingyu waved his hand.

"Sit down and talk. You have been here for a while, and your impetuousness has gone away a lot. I sincerely hope that you can inherit the mantle of the old marshal and become a pillar that can hold up the great Zhou Dynasty."

Guan Xiao clasped his fists and said, "Guan Xiao will do his best to live up to the emperor's expectations."

Ye Jingyu nodded happily.

"If you think so, the old marshal can rest assured."

After speaking, he looked at Ye Jinglan again.

"After returning to the capital, I hope that my younger brother will also be able to enter the Imperial Academy and study hard. He will not let down the years, so that his return to this world will be worthwhile."

Ye Jinglan suddenly felt dizzy.

He had been studying for almost 20 years and had just graduated and entered the hospital. Now that he was finally free and at ease, he still wanted to go to school. He might as well just make a living in the world.

Yin Qingxuan couldn't help but chuckle.

Ye Jinglan probably wants to commit suicide right now!

Ye Jingyu asked in confusion: "Why is Xuan'er laughing? Did I say it wrong?"

Yin Qingxuan coughed dryly and said, "No, I also think this proposal is a good one."

The corners of Ye Jinglan's eyes suddenly drooped, and he vented all his dissatisfaction on Crab.

After having enough wine and food, the night is getting late.

Guan Xiao ran to say goodbye to Fangruo, while Ye Jinglan went back to his room to practice his internal skills.

Yin Qingxuan took some books exchanged from space, sat opposite Ye Jingyu, and read through them each.

However, the art of shipbuilding was too profound, and Yin Qingxuan could not understand many parts. She yawned twice and fell asleep holding the book.

Ye Jingyu smiled fondly, gently took off the book from her hand, and put her on the bed.

Yin Qingxuan muttered, turned around and fell asleep again.

Ye Jingyu pulled the quilt for her and returned to the table. He looked through it and was shocked when he saw propellers, turbines and other items.

China is indeed a country with profound knowledge. It can actually use power to sail boats. If this thing can really be made, it should be regarded as a god.

Just as he was looking at the enchanted place, a crisp ringing sound suddenly rang in his ears.

Ye Jingyu was slightly shocked and immediately put down the book, and the person came to the door silently.

Facing his room was the entrance hall of Shengyin Pavilion. A black figure as thin as a bone stood above the entrance hall, like a ghost in the dark night, giving people a chilling feeling.

"It's you?"

Ye Jingyu dodged and flew up to the door, and struck out with a thunderous palm. The black man fell to the ground and turned out to be a scarecrow.

A strong smell of blood came from the scarecrow, and Ye Jingyu's heart suddenly fluctuated. He took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and shouted in a cold voice: "How dare you show up, pretending to be a ghost?" Spend a moment with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Pavilion Master Xiao kicked the door and walked out.

"Who?"

Ye Jingyu pointed at the scarecrow.

"There is only this thing, no one has seen it."

Pavilion Master Xiao lit the fire and saw that the scarecrow was wearing a black robe, but the inside was covered with blood, and he couldn't help but frown his gray brows.

He said in a deep voice: "It seems that his time is approaching and he can no longer hold it any longer."