Before Qin Jiaoxi could answer, Sang Lanyun said sternly: "I'm warning you, don't think about taking the risk of returning to Zhao's capital to save your uncle or something. She will definitely be fine if she stays still. If she leaves..."
Qin Jiaoxi naturally knew that Sanyi was safer in the imperial capital now than outside.
He said angrily: "I'm not worried about my junior uncle!"
Sang Lanyun raised her eyebrows: "Are you worried about the trouble in the Divine Doctor Valley?"
He rolled his eyelids: "It's not your turn to worry. If your father can't even solve this problem, how can he take you back to Yanchu safely?"
After a pause, he slowly looked around.
Because the master and the apprentice had not seen each other for a long time, they walked together to talk when they met now. Sang Ling and Yan Xun naturally walked to the other side to avoid disturbing their old memories.
The three elders had already impatiently tossed their sleeves and returned to the ancestral hall after picking up the people.
Therefore, no third person could hear the conversation between Sang Lanyun and Qin Jiaoxi at this moment.
Despite this, Sang Lanyun still lowered her voice and continued: "...How can we deal with Yanchu's royal family and protect you?"
Qin Jiaoxi was stunned: "How did master know that my father was going back to Yanchu...the royal family?"
This matter was extremely confidential, and even Bo Jiming and her only mentioned it in space.
Except for Chen Duwei and Han Zhan, no one else knew that Meng Yinqin's ultimate goal was to return to the Yanchu royal family.
Sang Lanyun smiled faintly: "Although this matter is confidential, it is not difficult to guess!" #@$&
"I also know a lot about the news in the Imperial City. The Holy Emperor and the King are completely at odds with each other. Now the request for peace is just for show to the Empress Dowager and Yan Chu's envoys!"
"If nothing else, if it were me, I would definitely not want to let the tiger go back to the mountain!"
Qin Jiaoxi bit her lip: "But my father has never thought of going against the Holy Emperor in all these years. If he wanted to return to the Yanchu Kingdom and become the emperor, he could have done so many years ago, right? Why wait until now?"
Sang Lanyun reached out and touched Qin Jiaoxi's hair: "Silly girl!"
"The Yanchu royal family is not as simple as you think!"%&(&
"But as an outsider, I can't explain to you how difficult it is. In short, if you really follow your father back to Yanchu, you must be careful and never trust anyone except your father.
Anyone outside!"
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After officially recognizing his ancestor and returning to his clan, San Ling's identity became very different in the Sang family.
Even though the birthday is still four days away, the entire Sang clan has already begun to tie the knot with various blue and red ropes.
Walking all the way to Sang Lanyun's hut, these colorful patterns become more and more abundant.
Sang Ling and Yan Xun also slowly came over and introduced to Qin Jiaoxi these different techniques with a hint of the unique Wu Clan style.
"This is a hydrangea. The great elder told me to hang it on the highest point of my father's house. It will take several years... Tsk, tsk, I can only pick it off when I'm old enough to give it to my favorite person!"
As he spoke, he glanced at Yan Xun subconsciously, then turned around and grabbed a long ribbon. Without saying a word, he pulled half of it down and handed it to Qin Jiaoxi: "This is for you!"
Qin Jiaoxi: "???"
Sang Ling: "This is a hair tie that I knitted by myself. The clan leader said that I can make it as long as there are people I like, and then I can take half of it off and give it to anyone who passes by as a souvenir!"
Yan Bi pulled another piece off the old man and stuffed it into Yan Xun's hand.
"Keep it, tie it around your waist, don't take it off!"
Then, for fear that he would refuse, he tied it around his waist rudely.
Yan Xun lowered his head and frowned: "Don't pick it off? Then if it's dirty..."
Sang Ling said fiercely: "Give it to me if it's dirty, and I'll wash it clean and give it to you again!"
Qin Jiaoxi pursed her lips and endured it, but couldn't help but said: "Then mine is dirty..."
Sang Ling glared at her: "You don't know how to wash yourself?"
Gee, how serious is this differential treatment?
However, Yan Xun looked quite happy and smiled proudly at Qin Jiaoxi.
Qin Jiaoxi: "..."
After a few people walked around the clan, Qin Jiaoxi discovered that almost every household was busy preparing for Sang Ling's birthday party.
The eldest son of the Sang clan leader died of illness more than ten years ago.
The second son has become the third elder of the clan. He is not interested in clan affairs and only wants to practice Gu.
Therefore, Sang Lanyun, the son of the clan leader's younger brother, became a candidate for the next clan leader.
In addition to Sang Lanyun, there was originally an elder's son who was in charge of Shuiqin Pavilion who was also qualified to be the leader of the clan. However, for some unknown reason, he chose to give up and left the Sang clan to travel far away.
Seeing that the old patriarch had been unable to hold on for the past two years, Sang Lanyun had no choice but to agree to become the successor to the patriarch.
Therefore, Sang Ling, the patriarch's only daughter, has become the favorite of everyone in the Sang family. The birthday party requires the participation of the entire clan.
Even if you can't sit at the same table, you still have to be in sync with the banquet.
So every household was preparing the dishes for the next four days, and it felt like an unprecedented grand occasion.
Qin Jiaoxi spent most of the next two days sitting in the house with Sang Ling to receive gifts.
Today, there are dishes sent by several families. It depends on whether Sang Ling likes it. If she likes it, she will be selected for the birthday banquet the day after tomorrow. If she doesn't like it, she will eat it as a snack.
Tomorrow will be the fruits and brewed wine sent by various families. Yan Xun is worried about the two girls tasting the wine, so he has no choice but to sit aside and taste it.
During this period, there were also gifts such as clothes, headscarves, skirts, waistbands, and sleeve seals knitted by girls from various families for San Ling. Qin Jiaoxi also received several unique and unique skirts.
On the third day, almost all the things were selected. Sang Ling was tired of sitting and dragged Qin Jiaoxi around the clan to play.
It was almost dark before I came back to take a shower and prepare for dinner.
Before Sang Ling came out of the shower, Qin Jiaoxi sneaked into the room, took out the gift she and Bo Jiming had chosen for her the night before in space, and hid it in her sleeve.
As for the birthday cake, Bo Jiming said it had to be made on the same day to be fresh, so the two planned to sleep until early in the morning and then get up to make it.
Anyway, the materials have been prepared in advance.
When Sang Ling came out of the bath, she saw Qin Jiaoxi preparing a basket tied with a silk ribbon for her.
"What's this?"
Sang Ling stared at the ribbon: "It's so beautiful. Did you give it to me?"
"This thing can't be woven with the silk threads of the clan, right? This is strange."
Qin Jiaoxi: "...No!"
She pulled off Watson's silk ribbon and tied it with a bow just to look good, but she forgot that this thing couldn't be produced yet!
Sang Ling: "???"
What are you putting here for her to see if it wasn't for her?
Qin Jiaoxi pulled the silk ribbon and stuffed it into her arms, then opened the lid of the basket.
Sang Ling pouted: "There are already a lot of cosmetics and skin care products you gave me, and I can't even use them all..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly stared at the basket, and he held his breath.
"This, this, what is this?"
Qin Jiaoxi smiled slightly: "What a birthday gift!"
