"Fresh wontons!" shouted a woman at an inconspicuous stall with white steam rising from the edge of the stove.
Behind the woman was a sleeping child. The shouting and shouting around him did not affect the child's sleep at all.
Jumping off the horse, Ye Shaohan walked to the stall and shouted softly: "Mrs. Qin, there are six bowls of wontons, and there are three more bowls of wontons to take away!"
Seeing this, Wu Ling and others also jumped off their horses. Under Ye Shaohan's gaze, the five of them sat at the table and looked at Ye Shaohan with slight doubts.
The woman was stunned for a moment, wondering how the young man knew her name. Although she was confused, her hands skillfully held the wontons on the board.
With the woman's extremely skillful movements, a few moments later, six bowls of white-smelling soul chaos appeared in front of Ye Shaohan's eyes, followed by a burst of fragrance.
The soup was crystal clear, with oil stains on it. Just as in his memory, Ye Shaohan picked up the spoon, and the fragrant soup flooded the spoon. He couldn't wait to take out a wonton, and bit into it fiercely regardless of how hot it was.
The taste is also the taste in memory! Seeing Ye Shaohan take action, the people in Wuling all saluted and grabbed the spoons.
Who could have imagined that the head of a sect would lead his elite disciples to eat wontons at a side stall. After Ye Shaohan finished eating the wontons in the bowl, the woman had already packed three portions and sent them to Ye Shaohan.
Looking at Mrs. Qin who was older than a few years ago, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly, "It still tastes the same, so good!"
After saying that, Ye Shaohan put a gold coin in Mrs. Qin's hand, and at the same time, he gently patted the child behind Mrs. Qin. The spiritual energy flowed through Ye Shaohan's fingertips and finally disappeared into the child's body.
After doing all this, Ye Shaohan jumped directly on his horse and headed towards the center of Niefeng City without looking back, with Wu Ling and others following closely behind.
Mrs. Qin stared blankly at the departing figure, her eyes full of disbelief, "Master!"
Qin Ailing, when Ye Shaohan and Dark Spirit went out to play, they ate wontons at Qin Ailing's stall. It was also at that time that, with the help of Ye Shaohan, Qin Ailing met Ye Shaoji, who had retired from the Ye family army.
Although Ye Shaoji's legs are disabled, the welfare of the Ye family is excellent and there is no pressure in life at all.
But Qin Ailing still set up a stall in Nifeng City, because Qin Ailing was used to this kind of self-reliant life. Although it was so hard, Qin Ailing enjoyed it, but Qin Ailing did not expect to meet Ye Shaohan here.
"The master of the house is back!" Qin Ailing murmured softly. Suddenly, the child behind her started crying, and a cluster of flame-like marks appeared on the child's eyebrows.
"Everyone has a lifestyle they pursue, as long as they like it, no matter it is mediocre or a glorious life!" Ye Shaohan's muttering seemed to be floating in the wind.
Wu Ling and others all lowered their heads and meditated secretly. Inadvertently, they found that their understanding of their own artistic conception had deepened a lot.
Wu Ling and others seemed to sense Ye Shaohan's peaceful state of mind, and they also calmed down and quietly watched the rare snow scene.
Although the road is long, it always has an end! The magnificent palace emerged in front of Ye Shaohan's eyes. In front of the palace was a broad avenue with no snow on it.
White snow was flying, and the snowflakes fell strangely to both sides before falling on the avenue. Seeing this, Wu Ling and others raised their heads, looked into the void, and murmured softly: "This is the general trend of the Ye family!"
Even though they are in the fake Lingzong realm, they can still feel heart palpitations when facing this general trend of the Ye family, especially the powerful auras in the palace.
The general trend is overwhelming and as straight as the sky. It must be said that the strength of the Ye family today is undoubtedly the number one family in the Falling Rain Kingdom.
The guard's sharp gaze swept back and forth on Ye Shaohan and the others, and his sharp aura locked Ye Shaohan tightly. At the same time, a cold shout floated out: "This is a palace, ordinary people are not allowed to approach!"
Before he finished speaking, a general trend broke out. If ordinary people faced this general trend, they would be forced to retreat. However, these people in front of them were very human.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the guards calmly. The guards were all shocked. In Ye Shaohan's eyes, they felt inexplicable pressure.
Although fearful in their hearts, these guardians did not look away and still looked directly into Ye Shaohan's eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Shaohan smiled slightly and murmured softly: "Not bad!"
Although Ye Shaohan's words were low, they rang out very clearly in the ears of these guards.
"It's you!" A shout resounded, and a young man stood on the magnificent palace wall holding a sword, his eyes full of disbelief.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at the childish face, with a smile on his lips, "Ye Shaodong!"
Ye Shaodong, Ye Shaofang's younger brother, used to be Ye Shaohao's thug, but now he is a member of the Ye family army.
Looking at this familiar figure with confusion, this figure was unforgettable for Ye Shaodong. With a slight sigh, Ye Shaodong swept down the high platform, saluted directly to Ye Shaohan, and said respectfully: "Ye Shaodong has met the head of the family!"
Hearing this, many of the guardians shuddered suddenly, knelt down suddenly, and shouted: "I have seen your Majesty!"
For a time, countless shouts resounded, gathered together, and shot straight into the sky.
The atmosphere in the magnificent palace became completely tense.
Ye Shaoping's eyes flickered back and forth over the several ministers, his expression no longer as calm as before.
Ye Gaotong sat at the head of the table, tapping the table and chairs with his right hand. The ding-dong-ding-dong sound was particularly harsh in the silent palace.
The imperial ministers all stood quietly below, with solemn expressions on their faces.
Suddenly, several hurried footsteps sounded outside the palace, followed by a figure rushing into the palace, and it was the Ye family army.
The smell of blood spread, Ye Jiajun made a sword salute to Ye Gaotong, looked up at Ye Shaoping and Ye Gaotong, and said in a deep voice: "Urgent report!"
As soon as this urgent report came out, the atmosphere in the entire palace became tense. No matter who it was, their eyes were cast towards the Ye family army.
"Xuan!" Ye Gaotong opened his eyes. After hearing this, Ye Jiajun continued: "According to the news from Yuhua Tower, Northern Xinjiang, Southern Xinjiang, and Western Xinjiang are surrounded by troops from other countries!"
Hearing this, the faces of many ministers sank, but Ye Gaotong chuckled: "It seems that this is not only the case in Eastern Xinjiang, but also in the other three Xinjiang!"
"The army is approaching without warning!" Ye Shaoping murmured softly, with a hint of coldness showing in his eyes.
"The armies of the Seven Kingdoms are sweeping in. They really value the Falling Rain Country!" Ye Gaotong said calmly, and a chilling air spread out.
Many ministers looked solemn. A few days ago, news came from Eastern Xinjiang that the two countries neighboring it to the east had stationed large armies at the edge of Eastern Xinjiang in vain. And now, the same is true for the other three Xinjiang.
"Shaopinghou, the Supreme Lord, with the military strength of our country's four frontiers, it is impossible to resist the soldiers of these seven countries!"
"The soldiers of the seven countries are no less than millions. The only plan now is to send envoys to inquire about the intentions of these empires!"
Several ministers stood up one after another and said with solemn faces. Hearing this, Ye Shaoping smiled faintly and said softly: "For hundreds of years, these countries have been eyeing the Falling Rain Country, but they are afraid of the prestige of the Sword God Sect. These countries have nothing to do with it.
Offending the empire! And now, at the borders where the armies of these countries are stationed, doesn’t it mean that these countries have begun to have their thoughts in mind!”
Speaking of this, Ye Shaoping's eyes lit up, "In other words, the protectors of those countries are no longer afraid of the Sword God Sect!"
"But it's strange, even if the strength of those protecting the sect are combined, they are still no enemy of the Sword God Sect!"
Just when Ye Shaoping was deep in thought, several shouts of shouts resounded like thunder: "I've met the master of the family!"
"I've met the Emperor!"
"I have met the Emperor!" A chorus of shouts broke out in the palace. Outside the palace, thousands of guards knelt down on one knee and worshiped Ye Shaohan.
The shout resounded throughout the world and reached the sky! Ye Shaohan still sat on the white horse and walked forward.
The palace has covered the former Ye family manor, and there are palaces around it, replacing the previous buildings.
As he passed the palace and walked across the magnificent stone bridge, Ye Shaohan's footsteps never stopped, and the wontons in his hands were still steaming.
The sound of shouting came, and Ye Shaoping and others poured out of Yilong Hall. Yilong Hall was condescending, and everyone looked for the sound, only to see a few figures walking away.
"Master!" Ye Shaoping bowed to the departing figure, his eyes full of respect. When he came back, the master of the family was back, Ye Shaoping's eyes filled with ecstasy.
Many ministers bowed to the departing figure and said in unison: "I have met the emperor!"
There is only one emperor in the entire Falling Rain Kingdom. Although this emperor has never been in court early, no one dares to underestimate this emperor.
It wasn't until the figure was covered with snow that Ye Shaofang stood up and said to many ministers: "This is the end of today's meeting!"
After saying that, Ye Shaoping turned around, stepped slightly, and disappeared into the wind and snow.
The magnificent palace receded, and endless buildings emerged. Ye Shaohan's pace still did not stop until a courtyard appeared.
Two melodious sounds of the piano drifted out into the courtyard. Although he was not close to the courtyard, Ye Shaohan could detect those familiar scents, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You will practice here for a few days!" Ye Shaohan said calmly with his back to Wu Ling and others. After saying that, he dismounted and walked towards the courtyard step by step.
Two melodious piano sounds came together. Under the wind and snow, two beautiful figures were strumming the strings in front of them, while a woman was busy in the house.
Suddenly, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, Dark Spirit raised his head, and suddenly looked at the figure in front of the courtyard, his beautiful eyes were full of joy, teacher!"
Looking at these two familiar figures, Ye Shaohan smiled slightly, raised the wontons in his hand, and said with a chuckle: "Your wontons!"
Aunt Feng in the room also noticed Ye Shaohan, ran out with a happy face, and said in surprise: "Master!"