Chapter 194 Is it not a human life but a pig's life?
Qingge was looking through the information left by Anu in Fengyue Pavilion. The more she looked back, the more her heart palpitated. The information Anu gave her was naturally taken from Ye Wuhen. After reading this pile of black and white words, Qingge felt
The singer suddenly realized that Ye Wuhen had kept a low profile and hid his talents for many years, and his own strength had surpassed Ye Xue, Bei Yueming and others, and he also controlled the side branches of the Ye family.
Let's put it this way, if it doesn't go as expected by Qingge, it will be easy for Ye Wuhen to become the head of the Ye family.
He had been holding back, just because he wanted to watch Ye Zheng, Xiong Qin Lan and others go into the abyss step by step, and he didn't want to take advantage of them.
And these materials are nothing more than records of Qin Lan's shameful things in the past ten years. No matter which one, it is an unforgivable crime.
Late at night, Ye Qingcheng was strumming the strings on the pavilion in the yard, and the sound like mountain running water came out, which turned out to be the only elegant place in Fengyue Pavilion. When the snow melted, the wind was a little chilly, and she was tired of watching Qingge. Ji Yue lay down
On the stone table, with his head propped up and drowsy, a pair of noble and coquettish eyes glanced around casually, but when his eyes fell on Qingge, they were as tender as water and endlessly pampering.
Perhaps, when you meet that person, all the wildness will converge into a gurgling stream.
Walking through the four seasons, waiting for her to come.
Ji Yue looked lazily at the tired girl in front of her who was reading a book with her forehead on her forehead, her eyes full of smiles. In the dark and eternal night, she was his salvation.
The next day, Ye Qingtian came to Fengyue Pavilion.
"Do you want to participate in this Four Dynasty Conference?"
The trivial matters of the Ye family were important, and the meeting of the four dynasties was about to take place. As the elder of the Ye family and an important minister of the court, Ye Qingtian was too busy. After seeing Qing Ge, Ye Qingtian did not beat around the bush and went straight to the point.
Qingge put down the book, raised her eyebrows slightly, "Think about it."
The Four Dynasties Conference is a competition between geniuses from the major empires. It is the real place where dragons and phoenixes come together.
"You are now at the seventh level of innate talent, and you will definitely have a place in the Four Dynasties Conference." Ye Qingtian said softly, "No matter what your final ranking is, you can always show off your talents. When the time comes, there are only two paths in front of you.
Go to Jialan Academy, or go to the Weapon Refining Guild. Soon, the Weapon Refining Guild will have a battle for the Weapon Masters to win the tripod, which can be considered an opportunity."
"It doesn't matter whether you go to the Weapon Refining Guild or not. If you really want to choose one, go to Jialan Academy." Qingge said with a smile, full of confidence.
Ye Qingcheng was in a pavilion not far away, looking at the energetic girl sitting lazily in front of the stone table with her deep black eyes. The girl's eyes were full of smiles.
Jialan Academy is a sacred place that scares countless people.
But she just said calmly, if you really want to choose one, go to Jialan Academy.
Not much interest, just understatement.
Ye Qingtian was also surprised, and immediately laughed, "Very good, she is indeed my granddaughter, Ye Qingtian, with the same demeanor as my grandpa."
Qingge rolled her eyes.
Ye Qingtian left with a big smile, almost falling over when he left. He scratched the back of his head and smiled coquettishly at Qingge, and then left. Qingge smiled helplessly. The old man was in front of her.
It's just a living treasure.
It's not dark yet.
In the evening, Mo Xie and Xiao Rufeng came over and took Qingge to stroll in the market. They said that Qingge would get moldy if he stayed in Fengyue Pavilion any longer.
Ji Yue was lying on the eaves, groaning, and Mo Xie was angry. In Fengyue Pavilion, the smell of jealousy filled the courtyard.
On the street, Mo Xie was waving the spring breeze beauty fan, looking suave, handsome and unrestrained; Xiao Rufeng was walking on the other side of Qing Ge, wearing a green shirt and a jade crown to tie his hair, he was elegant and elegant, and seemed to be full of knowledge when he walked.
With the temperament of a scholar, Qingge walked between the two of them expressionlessly, with the corner of his mouth twitching.
She is very busy.
Very busy.
She was busy practicing, busy refining weapons, busy bringing down Qin Lan and her daughter, and was busy accompanying Ji Yue, but now she was wandering on the street.
Seeing that Qingge was unhappy, Mo Xie grabbed Qingge's neck and said with a smile: "Madam, there is a fortune teller in front of you, let's go tell fortunes."
Qingge: "..."
Xiao Rufeng teased: "Mo Xie, didn't you say you wanted to marry Jingjing?"
"Jingjing?" Mo Xie shrugged, "Jingjing, that girl hasn't grown up yet..." I wanted to continue, but the girl next to me had a fierce look on her face and held back what Mo Xie wanted to say.
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Not long after walking, I came to a stall.
This is a fortune-telling stall. As for why I know it is a fortune-telling stall, it is very simple. There are four big characters "Fortune Teller" written on the front of the stall.
The stall is very simple, just a shabby table, an old man's chair in front of the table, and a slovenly-looking middle-aged man lying on it, rocking and snoring, with a black cloth covering his eyes.
, there is a red mole on the edge of the mouth, and the whole body is dirty.
Xiao Rufeng frowned and looked at the sleeping man with some suspicion.
"It's business, get up quickly."
Mo Xie stepped forward and slapped his skeletal hand on the table. Gray smoke rose up and choked Mo Xie's face.
Mo Xie coughed a few times and looked at the man who was slowly getting up from his sleep with disgust.
The man sat up, coughed a few times, wiped his palms, faced Mo Xie and others, and said, "Do you want to tell fortunes?" The man's eyes were covered with black cloth, adding to the mystery.
"Nonsense." Mo Xie said impatiently: "You, a fortune teller, write these four characters in such big words. What does it mean if you don't count your fortune?"
"How many of you are going to tell people's lives?" The middle-aged man was not annoyed and touched the stubble on his chin.
Mo Xie: "..."
Qingge and Xiao Rufeng were also speechless.
"We are three human-looking people here. If we don't count the lives of humans, do we count the lives of pigs?" Mo Xie rolled his eyes. This fortune teller is really funny.
Qingge: "..."
Why do you feel that Mo Xie’s words become more and more awkward the more you hear them?
The fortune teller sat up straight, pretended to cough, and said, "Who comes first?"
"Her, let's count her first." Mo Xie pulled Qingge to the front of the husband.
The gentleman, his eyes covered, nodded and muttered words thoughtfully. After a moment, he said: "Is there a song word in the girl's name? The song of Ying Ge and Yan Wu."
Qing Ge was stunned and looked at each other with Mo Xie. Not only could the fortune teller see her gender, he also knew that there was a song in her name.
It seems that it cannot be underestimated.
At this point, Mo Xie and the others began to change their views on the fortune teller.
"Yes, there is this word."
Qing Ge remained calm and said calmly, she wanted to see what tricks this fortune teller could play and what tricks he could come up with.
The gentleman lowered his head and seemed to be meditating for a long time before saying: "The word "ge" is the last word in the girl's name. If I guess correctly, the girl should be the third young lady of the Ye family who has become famous recently, Ye Qingge."