The entire table was cooked by Ye Qingtian himself.
Ye Yu was lying on the bed, Qingge slowly lifted her up.
Ye Yu looked at the table full of delicacies from the mountains and seas not far away, her eyes were moist and filled with mist. In her impression, Ye Qingtian only had a granddaughter named Ye Qingge in her heart. He didn't care about the other people at all, even if they walked in
The kitchen is also for singing at night.
In the past few years, she had stayed at Ye's house day and night to accompany Ye Qingtian, but this was the first meal Ye Qingtian cooked for her.
Qingge helped Ye Yu sit down at the table. Ye Yu's chair was unique, with a backrest, armrests on both sides, soft cushions under her body, and a blanket on her legs.
Ye Yu's hands were weak and weak, and it was very difficult to hold chopsticks.
But she insisted on this and did not want a maid to take her place.
"Xiao Yu, let..." Ye Qingtian originally wanted to bring the maid to pick up vegetables and feed Ye Yu, but the rest of the words were interrupted by Ye Yu.
Ye Yu raised his eyes, looked at Ye Qingtian persistently, and looked around. Then, Ye Yu withdrew his gaze and focused on his rice bowl. He said, "I may not be able to eat the food cooked by grandpa in the future. I want to cook it myself."
Ye Qingtian looked at Ye Yu's thin appearance and suddenly felt sad.
Even though she is not his biological granddaughter, Ye Yu's performance in the past few years has been very good, and he still has feelings for her.
Ye Yu struggled to pick up the chopsticks.
It's as if there are two mountains in my hands.
Everyone else is eating their own food, just like normal, don't look sideways or think too much.
Qingge held the wine glass and took a sip of pear blossom wine.
After the meal, everyone left the table, and Ye Yu stopped her and called her, "Sing a song."
Qing Ge stopped and looked back.
"It's okay, just call your name, go and have a rest, go..." At the end of the sentence, Ye Yu's voice was ethereal.
Qingge's soul trembled suddenly, as if something was gently hitting her heart.
She began to be shaken and her body stiffened. She wanted to move forward, but she couldn't move her legs. She could only stare at the skinny Ye Yu in a daze.
"good."
Finally, Qingge uttered one word.
She frowned, then turned around, crossed the threshold, and walked out.
Between the two doors, Ye Yu looked at her, drifting away and slowly disappearing, lost in the thick night.
"It's time to sleep." Ye Yu murmured softly.
The maid helped Ye Yu get on the bed. Ye Yu's eyes were dim and closed.
The thick brocade quilt covered her body, but she couldn't feel any warmth and her limbs felt cold.
Night Mansion.
Fengyue Pavilion.
Bai Mei'er helped Qing Ge change her clothes and when she took off her coat, Bai Mei'er said, "Your Majesty, if it had been a year earlier, I could have saved Miss Ye Yu. Unfortunately, it's too late now."
Qingge raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Is this true?"
"Mei'er will never dare to deceive the king. Mei'er doesn't know much. She stayed with my mother and learned some medical skills. My mother has cured many difficult and complicated diseases, and I know a little bit about them." Bai Mei'er
He said: "If mother is still here, I should be able to cure Miss Ye Yu. Unfortunately, I don't have mother's skills."
Qing Ge sighed.
In other words, Ye Yu was terminally ill, and without any medicine or stone, he was unable to save his life.
In the past three years, she and Ye Wuhen had visited many doctors.
However, the answers from these doctors were all the same.
The reason why Qing Ge was surprised was because Ye Yu was too difficult to cure and could only wait for death. Even Chi Yu was helpless, but Bai Mei'er said that if she had been cured a year earlier, she could have been cured.
It can be seen that Bai Meier's medical skills are superb.
"That's it, it's fate, you go down and rest." Qingge said.
After being tired for several days, I felt heavy when I saw Ye Yu.
From birth to death, only a few decades.
She suddenly thought that Ji Yue was the demon king who had survived for countless years. If he had not experienced fighting, would he have grown old and died?
Qing Ge doesn’t know.
Unknowingly, Qingge walked to the bedside and sat cross-legged. After some practice, she got into a state of confusion and got under the quilt, half asleep and half awake.
Time flows.
Like a white horse passing by.
Late at night, Qing Ge's face was pale and bloodless, and cold sweat overflowed from his forehead.
Her brows were furrowed tightly, as if she was struggling in a nightmare.
In the darkness, she saw a pair of scarlet eyes. There was no distinction between black and white in those eyes, as if they were filled with blood.
The screen changes like an old movie.
Slowly, Qingge saw a face, and those terrifying scarlet eyes were embedded in this pale face.
Red hair, flying and dancing.
Looking for the king, looking for no tears!
He was like a demonic barrier, poisonous, entangled with Qing Ge, and would not stop until she died. He put shackles on her soul, preventing her from escaping.
There was a loud noise in Qingge's ears, dense and irritating to her head.
The moonlight shines through the window lattice and falls on Qingge's face, as clear as mutton-fat jade.
Suddenly, Qingge opened her eyes.
She raised her hand and touched her forehead, which was covered with sweat.
Qingge felt thirsty and her throat was very dry. She coughed, making her hoarse.
It's very noisy outside.
Qingge frowned, confused, why was it so noisy in the middle of the night?
Fortunately, let her wake up.
These days, she often dreams about Xunwu Tears.
He was like a demon, a tarsal maggot, clinging to her.
Qingge raised her hand, rubbed her eyebrows with her fingertips, and exhaled.
Outside the door, footsteps sounded
"Sister." It was Fuxi's voice.
Qingge got out of bed and opened the door.
Outside the door, not only Fu Xi, but also Bai Mei'er stood beside her.
"What's wrong?" Qingge looked at the anxious two people, with a vague premonition rising in her heart.
"Your Majesty, Miss Ye Yu, let's go." Bai Meier's eyes were full of tears, overflowing like mist.
"What!"
Didn't you say three days? Why is it so fast?
"The doctor said she had no love for the world and died peacefully." Bai Meier wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Qingge was stunned for a moment, then walked out wearing only the thin clothes she wore when resting, and hurried to Ye Yu's room.
Ye Wuhen and Ye Qingtian are all here.
"Qingge." Ye Wuhen said helplessly.
"I already know." Qingge walked into the house.
Ye Yu was still lying on the bed. Yes, as the doctor said, she was very peaceful, and there was even a slight upward curve at the corner of her mouth.
Like the green threads of algae, spreading out.
There was no life in her.
Qingge walked slowly to the bedside, stretched out her hand and caressed Ye Yu's cheek.
Qingge opened her mouth, but many words were stuck in her throat.
Qingge stood up, closed her eyes, and said sadly: "Have a good journey along the way."
Ye Wuhen walked to Qingge and patted Qingge on the shoulder as if to comfort him.
"Don't be sad." Even though he said this, Ye Wuhen's face didn't look very good.
Qing Ge nodded without saying a word.
This night, everyone in Yefu was busy.
Early the next morning, everyone in the imperial capital knew that the second young lady of the Ye family was gone.
died.
Night Mansion.
White strips were hung all over the house, fluttering in the wind.
When the little figure rushed over in a dusty state, he shook off the braid on his head.
There was a smile on his face.
However, when he saw countless snow-white strips of cloth, he was stunned.