Qingge and others sat in the carriage, which stopped at the gate of the palace.
Bai Meier and Yan Xiaowu were puzzled as to why Fu Xi suddenly disappeared.
Qing Ge didn’t say anything about Fu Xi’s whereabouts.
Aventurine was wearing a cloak and holding a heater in his arms as he walked to the palace gate with a look of reluctance in his eyes.
It would be fine if Qingge didn't come. He was alone in this huge palace, guarding thousands of people in Dongling, using the country, the country, and the country to block the heart that couldn't love.
But when Qingge appeared in front of him, Shen Shen's heart was ready to move.
Even though I knew it was impossible, I still couldn't help but hope and hope.
It wasn't until the carriage moved away and disappeared from sight that the glimmer of hope was extinguished.
Aventurine's lonely figure slowly walked into the palace.
He stopped and took out the pear blossom cake from his arms. The pear blossom cake was wrapped in soft paper. Because he was made of ice and was always cold, the pear blossom cake was not completely damaged.
The pear cake was made by Qingge himself, and he still can't bear to eat it, and he almost doesn't regard it as a family heirloom.
Aventurine carefully put away the pear cakes. He stood on the palace wall and looked into the distance. At this time, the carriage carrying his beloved had long since disappeared.
At this moment, my heart seems to be deep in the deep sea. I don't know what it feels like. It's like there are countless ants eating at my heart.
Aventurine smiled bitterly.
Let's go.
You have to leave sooner or later——
In the carriage, Qingge was caught up in her emotions and did not care about Aventurine's feelings.
She was sitting in the corner, her brows were furrowed and she was very angry. She pinched her eyebrows with her nails so hard that blood came out.
Bai Mei'er quickly stopped Qing Ge, who subconsciously pushed Bai Mei'er aside with a wave of her hand.
Bai Meier looked at Qingge in surprise.
Yan Xiaowu grabbed Qingge's wrist and asked angrily: "What are you doing?"
When Qingge opened her mouth to speak, she realized that her voice was so hoarse, "I have a headache, let me rest."
It was like a knife was slashing through my mind. The pain was so painful that I couldn't breathe, and I didn't even have room to think.
Complex and uncomfortable emotions filled her heart and lungs. She lowered her head, buried her face in her knees, and held the back of her head in her hands.
It hurt like hell, but there was nothing she could do.
She kind of hates the Guardian of the Nine Realms.
If she were not the guardian of the Nine Realms, why would she and Ji Yue even have the luxury of meeting each other?
If she were not the guardian of the Nine Realms, why would she and her father not know life and death?
If it weren't for the Guardian of the Nine Realms, her Xiao Xi would still be in the carriage, happily telling her about divination.
What she cares about is not Fu Xi's ability, nor Fu Xi's ability to help her survive the calamity of life and death.
It's just that she couldn't bear to let Fu Xi go to a strange place and suffer undue harm.
In the whole world, people are the most cruel.
Fuxi's little strength is nothing in a higher plane.
How can he survive without anyone to protect him?
What kind of sacrifices does he have to make in order to survive?
Qingge then thought about Ji Yue, the demon king of his generation, who fell into the quagmire and made a comeback in the land of exile. How would the tribes, pirates, mercenary killers, and demons in the land of exile treat Ji Yue.
And she has to break through the Great Spirit Master to go to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods.
She thought, Ye Jingfeng was a well-known filial son who valued love and righteousness. How could he be willing to leave Ye Qingtian alone? Even if Ye Jingfeng wanted to return to the Four-Star Continent, there was nothing he could do with the guardians of the Nine Realms around.
Feng Qingyang was also leaving, and she could see Feng Qingyang's nostalgia and helplessness.
The tyranny of the guardian of the nine realms has left many people homeless, without a branch to rely on, and wandering in the wind, frost, snow and rain?
Qingge seemed to be in the dark. She held her head. The headache tortured her into a lunatic. The longing and powerlessness made her almost collapse. Her heart and lungs were blocked by anger. It was so difficult to breathe. She gasped for breath and made a hoarse low like a monster.
The roar was like the cry of a wild animal on the verge of death.
The two people in the carriage looked at Qing Ge in shock.
Qingge huddled in the corner. At this moment, she seemed to be experiencing some kind of unspeakable pain.
"What's wrong with her?" Yan Xiaowu's lips trembled and he asked.
"The king often has headaches. He must be suffering from headaches. This time it seems to be much more severe than before." Bai Meier said.
At a young age and burdened with a mountain of responsibilities, she may seem indifferent, elegant, and fearless, but in fact, she hides everything in her heart.
You must be very tired.
Bai Meier thought.
Ye Qingge is only an eighteen-year-old child, and her features are not fully mature, and her childishness is vaguely visible.
Bai Meier suddenly realized that she couldn't bear to hurt such a person.
Yan Xiaowu was more well-behaved than usual. He sat aside and occasionally glanced at Qingge who was in pain, "Qingge, please don't be in pain. Can I give you all the delicious food I have hidden?"
Qingge ignored her and trembled in the corner.
I've never had a headache like this, or lasted this long.
Half a day passed before Qingge gradually calmed down.
She weakly held herself up, her cheeks bloodless.
Bai Meier poured a cup of tea for Qing Ge, who drank the tea and leaned on the soft cushion almost exhausted.
"Your Majesty, are you feeling better?" Bai Meier asked.
"It's okay." Qingge smiled weakly.
She looked around. There were three people in the carriage, including herself, and there were soft brocade quilts and a small sandalwood table, but she felt very empty.
She began to regret that she did not take Fuxi out for a visit during this period.
Fuxi followed her, struggling in the killing rain.
But at least she was watching beside her, and even if the sky fell, she would hold it up.
What should we do if Fuxi leaves without her guarding us?
Yan Xiaowu looked at Qing Ge and poured out the cakes and snacks from the space bag, barely filling the entire carriage.
"These are what I like to eat. When I'm usually sad, I feel happy after just two bites. You can eat and see." Yan Xiaowu said.
Qingge glanced at Yan Xiaowu and a bunch of snacks, pulled her lips and smiled, "Okay."
In Yan Xiaowu's eyes, these pastries are probably more precious than anything else.
Qingge took two bites, closed her eyes and lay down on the soft cushion to rest.
——
The Demon Realm, the place of exile.
It was late at night, Ji Yue led the demons to conquer a group of killers.
Ji Yue's hand holding the wine glass trembled, the glass fell to the ground, and the wine overflowed.
"Prince Ji, what's wrong?" the saint asked worriedly.
Ji Yue raised her head and looked into the distance. He stood up suddenly, feeling uneasy.
Emperor Jiujun came over and looked at Ji Yue's pale face: "Are you too tired these days? These killers are all desperadoes. This is a critical moment. As long as you conquer them, you can rest for a while."
"I'm going to Four Stars." Ji Yue said.
Emperor Jiujun frowned.
The saint came over and asked in confusion: "Prince Ji, do you know what you are talking about? This is a critical time. Just one step will stabilize your foundation. If you go to the fourth star at this time, we will be leaderless. Killers
It comes again with great force, and all previous efforts are in vain.”
Emperor Jiujun said nothing.
He knows Ji Yue too well.
As long as it has something to do with Ye Qingge, Ji Yue will be in chaos.
But Emperor Jiujun also knew that Ye Qingge had this charm that made Ji Yue crazy about it.