Wei An stood outside the secret room and waited quietly.
Qingge looked at it repeatedly, and found that the letter had turned yellow, and most of the handwriting was blurred and blurred to the point of being difficult to distinguish, but Qingge could feel the mood of a night terror.
She watched in the secret room all night, her eyes red and moist.
She didn't know what Ye Jingfeng was feeling, nor did she understand the purpose of the Void Agency's plan.
Letting Ye Jingfeng die on the guillotine in Kyushu wouldn't be the end of the world. Why should we go to great lengths to save Ye Jingfeng and call him brother-in-law?
Ye Jingfeng worked hard to practice in order to one day return to the Four-Star Continent and find his wife.
The reason why he is called the God of War in the Four-Star Continent is because he is invincible on the battlefield. What is rare is that he has the purest innocent heart under the boiling blood.
He was gentle to his father, affectionate to his lover, and stabbed himself twice for his brother.
Qingge saw the small clothes worn by children in the corner of the secret room. The stitches were densely packed and scattered. They looked a bit bad and not exquisite.
Wei An looked inside and said: "More than ten years ago, there was an old woman in the Chiyang Sect who was originally an embroiderer in the palace. Your father had to work hard for a long time before the old woman was willing to teach him how to sew clothes. It's just that
Every piece of embroidery is poorly done. After all, someone who goes to the battlefield to kill the enemy is holding a blood-stained machete. How can he pick up that small embroidery needle?"
Wei An found it funny when he thought of that time. The tall and dignified man sat in front of the bed, frowning and paying attention.
Ye Jingfeng didn't know whether Qing Ge was taller or thinner, shorter or fatter at that time. All kinds of clothes of different sizes were embroidered.
Qingge gestured with the clothes in front of her, now she couldn't wear them anymore.
"In the years when he was in the Chiyang Sect, every time it was your birthday, he would pick out exquisite gifts, tell you when he would see you, and give them to you," Wei An said.
Qingge's eyes flashed.
Wei An walked to the corner and opened a glass cabinet. There were several treasures inside, all of which were favorite things for children.
"Your father also drew a picture for you." Wei An found a piece of yellowed rice paper.
Qingge looked at the painting expectantly, but after seeing the person in the painting, Qingge's entire face turned dark.
"Is this painting me?" Qing Ge was confused.
Wei An nodded.
The corners of Qingge's mouth twitched crazily.
The person in the painting is extremely ugly, with a frown and an upturned nose...
Ye Jingfeng's painting skills are truly beyond praise.
Wei An looked at Qingge meaningfully, patted her shoulder, and said: "Girl, I'm sorry, I failed to protect your father. I asked him to come to Chiyang Sect, but he suffered miserably.
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"It has nothing to do with you." Qingge's eyes were cold.
If it hadn't been for Xu Liuyuan and the pavilion master's frame-up plan, there would have been no dark years when Ye Jingfeng never saw the light of day.
"Can I take away everything related to him here?" Qingge asked.
"You are his daughter. You don't have to ask me about this. Nothing related to him belongs to the Chiyang Sect." Wei An said.
"Does Uncle Wei know about the recent battles between the eight overseas monarchs of Apocalypse?" Qingge asked while packing the letters and clothes into the space bag.
Wei An raised his eyebrows, "The purpose of this battle seems to be your father. The sudden battle came without any warning, and you can't say that. The battle is inevitable, but it shouldn't be now."
"Is the person who started the battle the monarch named Gu Rongzha?" Qing Ge asked again.
Wei An nodded, "It's indeed him."
"I see."
He sings softly and thoughtfully, his eyes are deep and secretive.
After packing everything, Qingge and the two left the secret room.
Qingge arched her hands and said, "Uncle Wei, leave."
Singing softly back to Xixuan Palace of Shadow Pavilion.
Wei An looked at Qingge's retreating figure and nodded appreciatively. This child has a good heart.
There are racial advantages in the world, and there are even more gender advantages. Compared with men, it is very difficult for women to practice cultivation.
And when women face hardships and hardships, they are the ones who surrender most easily.
A figure walked in the diagonal fork. Gu Qingyu glanced at Qingge's back and asked in confusion: "Uncle Wei, what is she doing here?"
"Drink tea."
"..."
Qingge walked straight towards Xixuan Palace, quite confused in her mind.
Did her recent dreams inspire hidden attributes that gave her the ability to predict the future or go back to the past, or was someone trying to use this to tell her everything that happened in the past?
Is it Marquis Yingwu?
As far as she knew, Marquis Yingwu was also in the Heavenly Realm of the Gods, but after so many years, Marquis Yingwu was probably dead.
The train of thought is interrupted here.
"Teacher Ye, the master of the pavilion invites you." A disciple appeared in front of Qingge and blocked her way.
Qingge pursed her lips and immediately went to see the pavilion master with her disciples.
On the third floor of the attic, the owner is sitting in front of the bed playing with potted plants.
"Pavilion Master——" Qing Ge lowered his eyes.
The master ignored it and took out the scissors to trim the potted plants.
The master of the pavilion said nothing, and even Qingge remained silent. His feet seemed to be rooted in the ground, and his body stood motionless like a green pine.
Maybe there was a place where the pruning was not satisfactory. The owner of the pavilion looked angry and cut off all the flowers and leaves in the potted plants, breaking them all over the table.
"Those who are disobedient should not live." The pavilion master said in a conspiratorial tone.
He suddenly raised his eyes to look at Qingge and asked, "Qingge, do you think so?"
"In Kyushu, the idea of governing the country according to law is very dangerous." Qing Ge said calmly.
The master of the pavilion looked at Qingge's white and tender hands, "These hands must be stained with a lot of blood. As soon as you enter the courtyard, the entire attic smells of blood."
"The master of the pavilion has a good nose." Qingge smiled softly.
Pavilion Master: "..." Are these scolding people so calm?
The master of the pavilion threw the scissors on the table, then sat on the chair, raised his eyelids slightly, and asked casually: "You went to Chiyang Sect."
"It seems that I can't hide anything from the Pavilion Master." Qingge said gracefully, walking to the table and pouring a glass of wine.
"What to do?"
"Sect Master Wei said that he had my father's tokens, some letters and clothes, so I went to get them back." Qing Ge said.
"What about other than that?"
"Other than that, there is nothing." Qingge played with a strand of black hair hanging in front of her shoulders, "If I wanted to do something, how could I go to Chiyang Sect so openly? Wouldn't it be someone else's fault? What's more?
, the Chiyang Sect is in a state of poverty and embarrassment, I am enjoying the glory in Shadow Pavilion, why should I go to that poor place? Pavilion Master, you underestimate me too much."
"That's why I feel scared." The Pavilion Master stared at Qingge closely, and then the Pavilion Master moved his gaze downwards and landed on Qingge's belly, "How many months has it been?"
Qingge's eyelids twitched, "Three months."
"Who is the father of the child?" the pavilion master asked.
"I don't know." Qing Ge said without blushing or heart beating.
The pavilion master was stunned, smiled, and asked, "Why, you don't want me to know?"