The Poison Doctor Mad Concubine is a Bit Tugged

Heimu only remembered one thing when he came to the back door of Ye's house, and scratched his head a little regretfully.

Why didn't the master let the little spirit bird spread the letter without knowing it, but let his subordinate sneak into the Ye family to report the letter.

Alas~ he is so miserable!

With emotion, Kuroki was still thinking about when to sneak in.

"Chirp~"

Just when he was thinking hard, there was a bird call from the wall. Heimu looked up and saw the blue feather sparrow looking down at him coldly, with joy in his eyes.

Kuroki danced like a monkey to express his intention, and then hurriedly took out a pen and paper from Najie to write a letter.

Since the master Ye Mulin sent the letter through the flying bird, their current subordinates have prepared the four treasures of the study very conspicuously, just in case of unexpected needs, which really comes in handy now.

While exaggerating himself, Kuroki wrote down in detail the things that needed to be tipped off.

When Heimu carefully rolled it into a small scroll, the blue feather sparrow flew down very conspicuously, opened its mouth to peck at the small scroll, and flew away without waiting for Heimu to say a word, not an ordinary coldness.

Heimu looked at the blue feather sparrow flying away, moved his lips, and silently turned to leave.

As soon as Ye Feiran came out of the space, the blue feather sparrow rushed towards her, her sharp mouth opened, and a small scroll of paper came into her eyes.

"Hey, your master has sent me a letter again!" Ye Feiran said while picking up the small scroll.

Lanyu Lingque shook her head, flew down on Ye Feiran's shoulder, closed her eyes and inhaled hard, the mistress is really fragrant!

It is not a color bird, but it just likes the fragrance of the hostess, and it smells very comfortable.

Ye Feiran didn't know Lanyu Lingque's small movements, and she fell into contemplation when she saw the contents on the small scroll.

Master Li Qiuxiang's brother wants revenge, this is a good opportunity.

Thinking of this, the corners of Ye Feiran's lips raised a radian, who wouldn't kill someone with a knife!

Ye Feiran wrote a small note and instructed, "Lan Yu, hurry back and ask Master Li Qiuxiang's brother's cultivation base?"

"Chirp~"

The blue feather sparrow responded and fluttered its wings and flew away.

It was so fast that it disappeared into the sunset at once.

When Lanyu Lingque came back, Ye Feiran just came out of the shower. She glanced at the small note and squinted her eyes slightly, is it cultivator Lingji?

Heh...just enough to borrow a knife to kill!

Without further ado, Ye Feiran immediately prepared what she needed, settled the dinner hastily, and slipped out silently.

When she came to the place where she killed Li Qiuxiang and Master Li Qiuxiang, she saw a figure that seemed to be integrated with the night.

"Why are you here?" Ye Feiran asked with raised eyebrows, but a touch of emotion crossed her heart.

Ye Mulin turned to look at Ye Feiran, and lightly opened her thin lips, "You are not the opponent of the Lingji cultivator now, I am not at ease."

Ye Feiran looked up and down at Ye Mulin, with a teasing radian on her face, "So, your cultivation must be above the period of stillness!"

Facing Ye Feiran's lack of tone, Ye Mulin helplessly pinched her brows and changed the subject, "What are you going to do?"

Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly, and she put her hands around her chest and said, "Didn't you guess it?"

Ye Murin's lips twitched, "Okay, you can arrange it, and I will help you."

"thanks!"

Ye Feiran was not hypocritical, she said thank you and immediately went to set up the murder scene.

It didn't take long for Ye Feiran to arrange the arrangement. Her arrangement was very simple, but the evidence was overwhelming. It was very difficult to deny it, but if someone from the Zhu family was smart, it would be easy to wash away the grievances.

Ye Feiran's hatred in the heart of gambling Fang Dong, and also gambling Zhu's family is so anxious that they can't think of a way to wash away their grievances.

Furthermore, even if the Zhu family were to clear their grievances, because of Ye Hai's existence, it would not involve the Ye family and her so quickly.

As long as she has time, she will naturally be able to use the knife to kill more people according to how things develop.

Ye Feiran was very confident about this plan.

Ye Mulin looked at the little woman who came walking on the moonlight, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but raise a radian, and asked softly, "Is it alright?"

"Okay." Ye Feiran nodded, "Let's go, I'll make you a late-night snack, but I'll borrow your pantry."

The welfare came too suddenly, Ye Mulin was very happy, "Let's go then!"

The two walked side by side, Ye Murin glanced at a dark place without making a sound.

Night Palace, dining room.

"Ran'er, do you need Chef Gao to help you?" Ye Murin asked, with an unconcealed expectation in his eyes.

The little woman promised him a late-night snack, but he had been looking forward to it for a long time, and finally had the first meal tonight, can he not look forward to it?

Ye Feiran waved her hand, "No, if you need to disturb Chef Gao, just tell me where the ingredients are."

Naturally, Ye Mulin didn't know, so Heoki, who had been behind him immediately, stepped forward to introduce it at the right time.

Ye Feiran looked at Heimu with a teasing smile on her face.

Heimu scratched his head a little embarrassedly, but he was just too greedy to come to the pantry to find food sometimes.

Ye Feiran glanced at the dining room, and asked Ye Murin to prepare a guy who was in charge of burning the fire, and drove him and Heimu out.

Heimu turned his head three times and asked curiously, "Master, what do you think Madam would do for a late night snack? Can you really eat it?"

Ye Murin glanced at Heimu coldly, "Are you busy?"

Hearing this, Hei Mu was instantly stunned, and immediately said, "Master, this subordinate remembers that something has not been arranged yet, and the subordinate will arrange it immediately."

Ye Mulin glanced at Heimu's back, then looked back at the dining room, and she was more and more looking forward to it. The supper made by Ran'er should be able to eat!

No, even if it's hard to eat, he will eat it all. What matters is Ran'er's heart, it doesn't matter how it tastes.

After half an hour, Ye Fei Ran made two bowls of soup noodles, not only beef, green vegetables, but also a poached egg. At the same time, she made a cold cucumber, a cold fungus, a fried peanut, and a duck. Chin, with a jar of fine wine.

Ye Mulin looked at the things on the stone table and praised, "Ran'er, this soup powder and vegetables look good, do you know how it tastes?"

Ye Feiran glanced at Ye Mulin and said, "Hurry up and eat the noodles! Otherwise, the noodles won't taste good after a while."

After speaking, Ye Feiran took the lead in eating. She is a foodie, and her cooking skills are naturally not bad, not to mention the seasoning from the previous life, it can't be delicious.

"it is good!"

Ye Mulin responded and ate the soup noodles gracefully. As soon as he entered, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

After chewing and swallowing slowly, he praised, "I didn't expect Ran'er's cooking skills to be so good, I'll have good luck in the future."

Hearing this, Ye Feiran was stunned for a moment, the last sentence was really unreal, but it was only fleeting.

"Except for this meal, there are still nineteen meals, and His Royal Highness the Night King should cherish it."

Ye Mulin glanced at Ye Feiran with dark eyes like ink, stopped talking, and finished the bowl of soup with graceful movements, not even a drop of soup left.

Ye Feiran pushed the two bowls aside, reached out and poured a glass of wine for Ye Mulin, and said with a smile, "These are all appetizers, try them!"

Next, Ye Mulin tasted it slowly, and cherished the first supper Ye Feiran made for him. His eyes were full of happy smiles. Even after several decades, he still clearly remembered the first meal. The taste of supper.