In the main hall, everyone surrounded the fragrant dishes and tried to forget the things that made people feel heavy.

Ye Wuhen looked around and asked, "Where is the spiritual boy?"

Even if he saw a man with black braids, Ye Wuhen would not be sure that he was a spiritual boy.

Qingge put down the porcelain cup full of plum wine and pursed his lips.

After Ye Yu was cremated, the spirit boy left without saying goodbye and disappeared out of thin air.

"Go to where he should go." Qingge said.

The fire element in the spirit boy's body has not been fully stimulated. When he can control the fire element in his body, the ten thousand feet of light under the scorching sun is his incarnation.

The spirit boy's talent is more than that. He has infinite potential. In time, he can cast a layer of black veil on the sun and make the world have no light.

Black and white, good and evil are all in his thoughts.

Qingge once thought about working with Lingtong. With the help of Lingtong, she would be like a tiger to be full of wings and a fish in water, but if Lingtong’s ambition is not here, she would never force her.

After Ye Yu passed away, his home was in the world and he would wander around.

Perhaps because Lingtong thought of Ye Yu, the people at the table were unfair and had a hurry.

After dinner, Bai Meier and the servants cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, Qingge held Ye Qingtian and walked on the quiet corridor.

The white moonlight shone down, Qingge noticed that there were a few more folds on Ye Qingtian's face.

Time drives people to grow old.

Qingge clenched his hands tightly.

Her cultivation speed must be accelerated.

She thought about it day and night, and she worked hard, just to get what she wanted, to go to the demon realm, put on hundreds of phoenixes, go to the Gods' Heaven Realm, break the rules of the Nine Realms, and bring Ye Jingfeng to this plane.

In just three years, she has grown up.

Qingge supported Ye Qingtian. Ye Qingtian looked relieved, stroked his white beard and said, "Qingge, in the future, grandpa will grow old and can't walk anymore. You have to come back and see grandpa more."

"The granddaughter will always be by my grandfather's side." Qingge said.

When she came to the four-star continent, Ye Qingtian was the first person to treat her well and be willing to protect her.

She has always kept this gratitude in her heart.

“…”

The moonlight is hazy and a little blurry.

The two of them walked while chatting about family matters.

Ye Qingtian was like an old naughty boy, and he smiled, and said that Xiao Cang's grandson Xiao Rufeng was not close to women, and then said that Mo Xie's father Mo Yuntian was a wife and was in charge of the strict control...

At this time, Ye's family mourning hall.

A figure rushed in like a ghost.

The long black braids are unforgettable.

The spirit boy stood in front of a bunch of spirit cards and looked at the urn in a daze.

The agate gems on the urn, through the moonlight, refractive a faint light.

Ling Tong took out an exact box from his arms, put it on it, and then took Ye Yu's urn away.

"Xiao Yu, can you go with me?" Ling Tong asked.

A gust of wind is accompanied by the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Ling Tong grinned, "Did you agree?"

He heard Qingge say that Ye Yu hoped that his ashes could be left at Ye's house.

But he is so selfish.

He wanted to take her away, even if she was in ashes.

The spirit boy carefully held the exquisite urn and left the night palace. Under the night light, fire emitted from his body, like a walking sun, running wildly in the darkness, and in a flash, he left.

He was looking for a deserted place to spend the rest of his life with her ashes.

He never believed that such a living person would be gone.

Some people are willing to live in imagination and are unwilling to accept reality, such as him.

At night, there are gusts of wind.

Ye Mansion, Ye Qingtian returned to the room and Qingge rubbed his shoulders.

"There are three elders in the Ye family, and the other two brothers are not good at all." Ye Qingtian sighed and said, "They retired and returned to their hometown. They said that they are the last part of their lives and have to return to their hometown."

Qingge frowned. The three elders of the Ye family, Ye Qingtian is the great elder. The other two, Ye Wuhen sent her a letter to her. These two elders have worked hard for most of their lives with Ye Qingtian. Now,

But he left.

Nowadays, except for Xiao Cang and Mo Yuntian, Ye Qingtian has few friends.

Xiao Cang is not good at walking, but Mo Yuntian, who occasionally comes to Ye Mansion with two taels of pork head meat and a pot of strong wine, and drinks with Ye Qingtian. When Ye Qingtian is half drunk, he wants to turn Ye Qingge home.

Ye Qingtian naturally refused to be a daughter-in-law, so it was common for the two of them to have an unhappy and quarrels when they were drunk until the end.

Fortunately, the two of them were used to each other. Even if they were beaten up, they would be the next day when they were both brothers. The people in the Imperial Capital were used to it and became accustomed to it.

"You are a miserable child. Although my grandfather loves you, he cannot take care of you in every way. The mansion is full of wicked and heartless people, and you know how you treat your grandfather."

Ye Qingtian sighed, "Fortunately, you are successful and make those people look at you with admiration. It's all grandpa's fault. If you want grandpa to be better, how could you let so many things be withstood by yourself?"

Now, how high Ye Qingtian stands, it means how much hardship she has suffered and how many unknown bitterness she has suffered behind her back.

Outsiders only see the light and glory, but Ye Qingtian knows that his granddaughter can reach this point is a medal that is rewarded with life without a single life.

Qingge's eyes flashed slightly, and people all said that she was cruel and ruthless, but when she heard Ye Qingtian's words, a wall that was piled up high in her heart was immediately broken.

Her eyes were moist, and she smiled calmly, gently tapping Ye Qingtian on the back.

"Grandpa, you must live a hundred years old." Qingge said.

Hearing this, Ye Qingtian laughed, "More than ten years ago, the fortune teller said that grandpa is a long life and can live to eighty years old. At that time, grandpa was very happy. Now he is in his seventies in the blink of an eye, thinking of himself

I am about to return to the west at eighty, but I am depressed every day."

Speaking of the back, Ye Qingtian's face turned dark.

Ye Qingtian said: "When I catch the fortune teller another day, I will have to chop him up."

Qingge couldn't help but smile, and turned to be full of loss.

"Eighty is not enough, eight hundred is not too much." Qingge said.

Ye Qingtian smiled, "I have lived for eight hundred years, and then grandpa is an old monster. Qingge, you wait, go downstairs, and when you see Jingfeng, grandpa must peel him off."

If Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bitong were still alive, Qingge would not have been bullied so badly by them in the past ten years.

Qingge pursed her lips and her eyes flashed.

Qingge chatted with Ye Qingtian for a long time, and from time to time, Ye Qingtian's exaggerated laughter came.

In the second half of the night, Qingge returned to Fengyue Pavilion.

Bai Meier sat at the table, with her elbows on the table, her palms supported her cheeks, her head drooped, her eyes blinked, and she was drowsy.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Bai Meier suddenly woke up and stood up, "Your Majesty, are you back?"

Qingge nodded.

Bai Meier walked up to change her clothes.

"Don't wait for me next time," said Qingge.

Bai Meier bit her lip, "How can that be? Meier is the king's man. It's better for the king to be Meier."

Qingge looked at Bai Meier meaningfully.

Bai Meier looked at her, her eyes dodging a little.

Those black eyes are as cold as snow and as deep as vortex, which can see through everything in the world.
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