Qingge leaned on the bed boredly, her face weak and almost transparent. She lowered her head and looked at her pale hands and smiled bitterly.

She once trusted someone like that, but was abandoned.

But she is lucky, and there are still some people who care about her, and there are still people who use their lives to protect her.

A lifelong pair.

Whether in the previous life or in this life, she never changed this idea.

*

After dinner, Mo Xie sent Qingge back to Ye's house. I'm afraid that if Qingge is not sent back, Old Man Ye will demolish the Mo family.

During the few days of Qingge recuperation, Ye Jingjing and Ye Qingcheng lived in Fengyue Pavilion together.

I was shocked and happy. The calmness after the strong wind and rain was really rare.

When Qingge returned to Ye's house, Ye Qingtian came to the door to answer, followed by Ye Wuhen and Ye Yu. The little Ye Jingjing suddenly rushed out and rushed towards Qingge, rubbing her head against Qingge's chest.

, "Sister, I miss you so much."

Qingge smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand, and rubbed Ye Jingjing's head. After so long, Ye Jingjing seemed to have grown taller.

She suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the woman next to the door lintel. The woman was wearing a snow-white robe and holding a Fuxi piano in her arms. The strings were red and bloody. She stood there like that, with the night color.

When they are blended, the figure like ice is buried in the darkness.

Ye Qingcheng has always been like this. Her feelings are not a huge battle, and there is no swearing. What she wants is just to be with her.

Perhaps in the future, someone will save her from the fire and water, but what she can’t forget most in this life is the girl stretching out her hands and her cold black eyes on the lakeside that day.

"It's really a big girl but not a good one."

Ye Qingtian's wailing voice pulled back the thoughts of the two women. Qingge looked at Ye Qingtian with a cold sweat on his face and kept complaining, "Xiao Ge'er, think about it carefully, do you still have any in your eyes?

I am a grandfather, such a graceful and elegant tree, who is as handsome as the wind and the moon, is ashamed as Pan An’s grandfather at home, and he is still staying at Mo Lao Immortal’s home.”

Qingge: "The moon is so shameful to the flowers describe a woman."

Ye Qingtian was stunned for a moment, then said narcissisticly: "It turns out that your grandfather's beauty has reached a point that can be comparable to a woman."

Qingge: "..."

After a while of joke, everyone walked into Ye's house with a smile, having a happy and harmonious state. When they passed by Ye Qingcheng, Ye Qingcheng suddenly grabbed Qingge's hand, Qingge stopped, and everyone was also

Stopped and looked at the two people with strange atmosphere.

"Don't lock me up in the future." Ye Qingcheng lowered his head and said.

Qingge pursed her lips tightly. She understood Ye Qingcheng's meaning. Ye Qingcheng blamed her, for locking her up in Fengyue Pavilion, and did not let her fight side by side with her.

But in front of her was more than just a sea of ​​swords and fires. Such dangerous and despair and bloody storm, Qingge did not want this stubborn woman to be involved in endless murder.

If you go there, you won’t be able to come back.

She always keeps her original heart as much as possible and not be polluted by the world, just because she has become a demon-like person. She seems to be clean and has countless blood stains in her hands, and she doesn't know how many swords in her hands.

How many people have been killed?

She always remembered that when she killed someone for the first time, the panic that permeated her bones made her collapse.

Just let her do such dirty, sinful and incompatible things, and as long as others are alive, she will be happy.

"If you want to leave, who can stop you?" Qingge smiled like a flower.

Ye Qingcheng left Fengyue Pavilion without hesitation that night, Yinlan sent someone to the Mo family to tell her about it.

She looked down at Fuxiqin who was held in Ye Qingcheng's arms, and said helplessly: "You always do this, kill people by self-harm. Don't let me see the injuries on your hands again, otherwise I will

I'll smash this piano."

At the end of the conversation, a cold light shone in Qingge's eyes.

She is not a confused person. As long as she thinks about it, she will know that the death of the Northern Tomb King is related to Ye Qingcheng. This woman is always like this, willing to turn into a sharp blade behind her and turn her one by one in the dark night.

If the enemy is killed, even if you are doomed, you will be doomed.

If she knew that Ye Qingcheng would play the Fuxi Qin so desperately for her, she would rather throw the Fuxi Qin into the lake.

Ye Qingcheng didn't say anything, but just looked at Qingge carefully, and for a long time, he said seriously: "You've gained a little weight."

Qingge: "..."

That boy Mo Xie definitely had an intention. He must have thought that she was born as beautiful as a flower and was jealous of her beauty, so he fed her delicious food and made her figure distorted.

snort.

*

Main Hall.

The table was full of delicious dishes, the crystal plates containing dishes were shining with glazed light under the fire of the night pearls, and the various cuisines were like a feast.

Ye Qingtian said, this is a reunion dinner.

Most of the dishes on the table are Qingge's favorite dishes, which are clear but not light, oily but not greasy. Each dish has a different feeling at the mouth. It can be seen how much effort Ye Qingtian spent on tonight's reunion dinner.

Qingge found that Ye Qingtian's gesture of holding chopsticks was a bit weird, and frowned slightly, "Grandpa, your hand..."

Ye Yu next to him took over the conversation, "Qingge, you may not know yet. The dishes on the table were all made by my grandfather himself. Grandpa got up before dawn. It took a whole day to

Finish the dishes on this table.”

"cough……"

Ye Qingtian coughed and glanced at Ye Yu sideways. Ye Yu shrugged at Qingge and smiled and said nothing.

"No trace!"

Ye Wuhen, who was eating meat in a big mouthful, suddenly said angrily, Ye Wuhen raised his eyes and looked at Ye Qingtian blankly.

"Eat less, this is all for your sister." Ye Qingtian was displeased, and turned his face full of smiles, picked up a bunch of vegetables and put them in Qingge's bowl, and said with a smile: "Eat quickly and eat quickly

Let’s see, grandpa has been busy all day.”

Ye Wuhen: “…”

Are the same grandchildren, will the difference be too big?

And the speed of changing faces is simply amazing.

Qingge pulled his eyes back from Ye Qingtian's hand. She could sense that Ye Qingtian's elbow was injured, probably because it was the injury left when cooking for her.

She ate the dishes in the bowls and chopsticks and the rice into her belly, and the feeling of fullness made her feel unprecedentedly satisfied.

With such a grandfather, what else can she ask for?

"Grandpa, Jingjing wants it too."

Ye Jingjing suddenly walked to Ye Qingtian with a huge bowl, looking at Ye Qingtian with a eager look.

Ye Qingtian laughed and looked in a good mood.

"Okay, it's all for Jingjing."

Ye Qingtian put some of the dishes that Ye Qingjing liked into Ye Qingjing's bowl. Ye Qingjing was holding a bowl of dishes, with rice grains on the corner of her mouth, and she smiled innocently.

There are old, young and young.

This is a family.

After living for so long, Qingge finally felt the feeling of going home.
Chapter completed!