A marshal like the White Tiger Army doesn't even need a man.

In short, Brother Yuanshi will definitely have a second concubine, a third concubine, and a fourth concubine in the future. Sister Guan Ya, as a direct descendant of a family in the spiritual realm, must also understand this truth.

Therefore, Xie Lingxi believes that as long as he continues to stay with brother Yuanshi, as his level gets higher and higher, he will be able to get what he wants sooner or later.

Crab City is not far from Songhai, an hour's drive away.

When the commercial vehicle arrived at Xie's house, it was already 7:30 in the evening. The crab banquet was not held in a high-end villa area near the lake, but in a Chinese garden with a history of hundreds of years and rich in history and culture.

Xie Garden is the place where the ancestors of the Xie family lived in seclusion and where the Xie family's direct lineage lived.

The car could not enter the garden, Zhang Yuanqing and Xie Lingxi both got out of the car, and saw a charming middle-aged woman standing at the gate of the ancient old house, wearing a lotus-colored cheongsam, with a protruding figure.

She puts on light makeup, has a light smile on her face, and has a graceful and intellectual demeanor. She is the kind of mature beauty who can instantly kill an Oedipus boy.

"Brother Yuanshi, this is my fourth cousin." Xie Lingxi introduced crisply.

Fourth Cousin? Well, it should be my father's cousins, right? Zhang Yuanqing, who had very little contact with his father's relatives, felt a little uncertain.

"Hello Fourth Cousin." He offered to extend his hand.

Hearing Zhang Yuanqing's address, Xie Lingxi's small face immediately became dimpled, secretly happy.

"Xie Qin!" The woman in the cheongsam stretched out her well-maintained hand, shook hands while looking at her, the smile on her lips deepened, "I've known you for a long time, she really is a good-looking talent."

She retracted her hand, made a "please" gesture, and said with a smile:

"The banquet has already begun, and everyone is waiting to get to know you."

She used the address "you", which is the treatment and respect due to high-ranking spiritual practitioners.

Zhang Yuanqing nodded slightly, took Xie Lingxi with him, and followed Xie Qin across the stone sill, into the antique garden, green willow trees, a pond planted with lotus leaves, a path paved with bluestone slabs and cobblestones, and a pavilion in the middle of the lake with cornices and corners. Houses with hollow doors and windows form a graceful Jiangnan garden.

Going deep into the garden and walking slowly for five minutes, Xie Qin led the two of them into a building next to a pond.

The building is similar to a gazebo. The thick white marble pillars support the building above the water. There are no walls on all sides, and eight red lacquered pillars support the upturned eaves.

The lights for illumination are lanterns hanging from beams.

The pavilion is spacious, with twenty-two tables, crowded with elders and young men and women of the Xie family, almost no children.

The Xie family's crab feast is only allowed to participate in the spiritual realm walkers of the clan, and non-spiritual realm walkers are not eligible to sit here.

The members of the Xie family looked at the door frequently, as if they were waiting for something. When they saw Xie Qin leading the two of them in, a low cry of joy came from the young man's table:

"Yuanshi Tianzun is here!"

All of a sudden, clusters of eyes cast over.

The eyes of the elders are full of scrutiny, the eyes of the young people are full of admiration, kindness, and hostility, while women of the right age who are trying to conceive will salivate when they see Yuanshi Tianzun.

It is worth mentioning that musicians after the saint stage have an instinctive desire for love and childbirth, and when they meet a strong opposite sex, they will have the instinct to conceive offspring.

Therefore, the profession of musicians, regardless of gender, has the potential to be the king of the sea.

But this instinct is not an irresistible price. Most orthodox musicians are quite reserved, unlike the sex profession, most of them are old Siji.

Annie's kind belongs to the minority in the erotic profession, just like the world returns to fire in the fire division. JrNovels.com