In the main hall, everyone gathered around the fragrant dishes and tried to forget those things that made people feel heavy.
Ye Wuhen looked around and asked, "Where is the soul boy?"
Even if he saw a man with black braids, Ye Wuhen would not be sure he was a soul boy.
Qingge put down the porcelain cup filled with plum wine and pursed her lips.
After Ye Yu was cremated, the soul boy left without saying goodbye and disappeared into thin air.
"Let's go to the place where he should go." He sang softly.
The fire element in the soul boy's body has not yet been fully activated. When he can control the fire element in his body, the endless light under the scorching sun is his incarnation.
The talent of the soul boy does not stop there. He has infinite potential. Given time, he can cast a black veil over the sun, leaving the world without light.
Black and white, good and evil, are all in his mind.
Qing Ge once thought about cooperating with a soul boy. With the soul boy's help, she was as powerful as a tiger and like a fish in water. However, the soul boy did not intend to do this, and she would never force it.
After Ye Yu's death, his home is at the end of the world and he will wander around.
Perhaps because the soul boy thought of Ye Yu, the people at the table didn't know what to eat and left in a hurry.
After the meal, Bai Meier and her servants cleared the dishes together, sang softly and supported Ye Qingtian, walking on the long corridor.
As the white moonlight shone down, Qing Ge noticed that there were a few more wrinkles on Ye Qingtian's face.
Time makes people grow old.
Qing Ge clenched her hands tightly.
The speed of her cultivation 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 a hundred phoenixes, go to the Heavenly Realm of Gods, 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, who looked happy, stroked his white beard, and said: "Qingge, in the future, grandpa will get old and can't walk anymore. You should come back to see grandpa more often."
"Granddaughter will always be by Grandpa's side." She sang softly.
When she came to the Four-Star Continent, Ye Qingtian was the first person who was kind to her and willing to protect her.
She has always kept this gratitude in her heart.
"..."
The moonlight was hazy and somewhat blurry.
As they walked, the two of them chatted about their family affairs.
Ye Qingtian smiled like an old naughty boy. One moment he said that Xiao Cang's grandson Xiao Rufeng was not a womanizer, and the next moment he said that Mo Xie's father Mo Yuntian was a strict henpecker...
At this time, the Ye family mourning hall.
A figure jumped in like a ghost.
That long black braid is unforgettable.
The soul boy stood in front of a pile of soul tablets, looking at the urn in trance.
The agate gemstone on the urn reflects a faint light under the moonlight.
The soul boy took out an identical box from his arms, placed it on top, and took Ye Yu's urn away.
"Xiaoyu, can you come with me?" the soul boy asked.
A gust of wind carries the fragrance of plum blossoms.
The soul boy grinned, "Did you agree?"
He heard Qing Ge say that Ye Yu hoped that his ashes could stay at Ye's house.
But he is so selfish.
He wanted to take her away, even if she turned into ashes.
The soul boy carefully held the exquisite urn and left the night mansion. Under the night, his body radiated fire, like a walking sun, running wildly in the dark night, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.
He wants to find a deserted place and spend the rest of his life with her ashes.
He still couldn't believe that such a living person could just disappear.
Some people would rather live in imagination than accept reality, like him.
At night, there was a gust of wind.
At Ye Mansion, Ye Qingtian returned to the room and Qingge massaged his shoulders.
"There are three elders in the Ye family. Grandpa's other two brothers are not in good health." Ye Qingtian sighed and said, "They retired and returned to their hometown. They said it was the last part of their lives and they had to return to their hometown."
Qingge frowned. Of the three elders of the Ye family, Ye Qingtian is the eldest elder. The other two, Ye Wuhen sent her a letter some time ago, mentioned that these two elders have worked hard with Ye Qingtian for most of their lives. Now,
But left.
Nowadays, apart from Xiao Cang and Mo Yuntian, Ye Qingtian doesn't have many friends.
Xiao Cang was not good at walking, but Mo Yuntian would come to Ye Mansion from time to time with two taels of pig head meat and a pot of strong wine, and have a good drink with Ye Qingtian. When Ye Qingtian was half drunk, he wanted to take Ye Qingge home.
As a daughter-in-law, Ye Qingtian naturally refused, so it was common for the two of them to drink till the end, get unhappy and have a big fight.
Fortunately, the two of them were used to each other. Even if they were badly beaten, they would be friends again the next day. The people of the Imperial City were not surprised and had become accustomed to it.
"You are a poor boy. Although grandpa loves you, he can't take care of you in every possible way. The house is full of ruthless people, and they know how to treat your grandpa."
Ye Qingtian sighed, "Fortunately, you managed to impress those people. It's all Grandpa's fault. If Grandpa had been better, how could he let you endure so much alone?"
Now, how high Ye Qingtian stands means how much hardship she has endured behind her back, and how much unknown bitterness she has.
Outsiders only see the vast light and glory, but Ye Qingtian knows clearly that his granddaughter has reached this point because she has sacrificed her life to earn a medal.
Qingge's eyes flashed slightly, everyone said that she was ruthless and ruthless, but after hearing Ye Qingtian's words, the wall that had built up in her heart suddenly shattered.
Her eyes were moist, she pretended to smile calmly, and gently tapped Ye Qingtian on the back.
"Grandpa, I want to live a long life." Qing Ge said.
Hearing this, Ye Qingtian laughed loudly, "More than ten years ago, the fortune teller said that grandpa was destined to live a long life and could live to be eighty years old. Grandpa was very happy at that time, but now he is over seventy in the blink of an eye. Thinking of himself
I am about to return to the West when I am eighty, but I am depressed every day."
Speaking of the latter, Ye Qingtian's face turned dark.
Ye Qingtian said: "When I catch that little fortune teller someday, I will chop him up."
Qingge couldn't help but laugh, but then she felt disappointed again.
"Eighty is not enough, even eight hundred is not too much." Qingge said.
Ye Qingtian smiled and said, "After living for eight hundred years, grandpa is an old monster. Qingge, just wait. When you go down there, when you see Jingfeng, grandpa will have to skin him."
If Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bingtong were still alive, Qingge wouldn't have been bullied so miserably by them in the past ten years.
Qing Ge pursed her lips and her eyes twinkled.
Qingge chatted with Ye Qingtian for a long time, and Ye Qingtian's exaggerated laughter could be heard from time to time.
In the middle of the night, Qingge returned to Fengyue Pavilion.
Bai Meier sat in front of the table, resting her elbows on the table, holding her cheeks in her palms, her head drooped, her eyes blinking, feeling drowsy.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Bai Meier woke up suddenly and stood up, "Your Majesty, are you back?"
Qingge nodded.
Bai Meier stepped forward to change his clothes.
"You don't have to wait for me next time." Qing Ge said.
Bai Mei'er bit her lip, "How can that be okay? Mei'er is the King's person, and it would be best if the King likes Mei'er."
Qingge looked at Bai Meier meaningfully.
Bai Meier looked at her, her eyes somewhat evasive.
Those black eyes are as cold as snow and as deep as whirlpools, capable of seeing everything in the world.
Bai Meier even had some doubts. The secret she was carrying anxiously had been known for a long time.