After that funny and grand wedding, Beiyue was once again excited. The guest at the Colosseum, the woman who had once glimpsed briefly in the Western Sea, was actually Ye Qingge, the third lady of the Ye family...
midnight.
The carriage inlaid with four rubies drove slowly forward in the deserted street. In the quiet alley, there were only the voices of people reading at night. Occasionally, patrolling guards passed by holding torches high. The flames were swaying, and the rich night was
It seemed to be frozen in magma and began to twist.
Inside the carriage.
Qingge pursed her lips tightly and sat side by side with Ye Wuhen, looking silently at the old man sitting opposite. Ye Qingtian closed his eyes and rested. Unexpectedly, there were more wrinkles on his face, including his beard, eyebrows, and hair.
It is the same white, as if frost and snow have fallen all over his head. He lowers his head while singing softly, and his eyes fall on the white hair hanging on his shoulders. The price of the contract with the Lunar Eclipse Cauldron is these three thousand white hair. From now on, it will be the same.
A symbol of her status.
"Grandpa." After a while, Qing Ge spoke.
Ye Qingtian still closed his eyes and said nothing.
"You already knew Wuming was me, right?" Although it was a question, she asked with unusual certainty.
"You are my granddaughter, wouldn't I know?"
Ye Qingtian suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at Qingge. Qingge was slightly stunned. After a moment, a rich smile appeared in his eyes.
"Whether it's Wuming or Ye Qingge, aren't they both my granddaughters?" Ye Qingtian raised his hand and wiped away the blood on Qingge's forehead and said.
Qing Ge pursed her lips tightly, her mind spinning a thousand times. When she heard these words, the ghost secretly hidden in this body seemed to tremble.
"Qingge, you hide it really deep."
Ye Wuhen smiled and said: "I was wondering about Wuming's origin before, but I never thought that Wuming, who is so famous all over the world, would be my sister."
"Are you proud?" Qing Ge leaned on the cushion, her face was covered with scarlet blood, and her smile was as bright as a flower.
"pride."
When Ye Wuhen spoke, the carriage suddenly stopped.
Yejia, here we come.
The tea plants are in full bloom, clustered into flowers, the night is dark, the moon is bright and there are few stars.
Ye Qingtian and the others sent Qingge back to Fengyue Pavilion. Ye Qingcheng had already ordered people to prepare soup and wait in the room. She spent the whole day walking around the room, feeling confused.
Nu came from time to time to deliver news, describing exactly what happened during the battle.
Her hands were injured and were bloody. If Qingge hadn't invited a royal doctor to come, she might have lost her hands and would never be able to play the piano again.
She was overjoyed to hear the news of Qingge's victory. When she heard the sound of the two red lacquered doors of Fengyue Pavilion opening, she couldn't hold back her excitement and immediately opened the doors.
After saying goodbye to Ye Wuhen and Ye Qingtian, Qingge turned back and walked towards the room. He stood at the door. Before he put his hand on the door, the red door was opened without any warning. Qingge looked at it in a daze.
The woman stood in front of the threshold. Her hands were medicine-wrapped and wrapped in a white cloth. There was faint blood spilling out from under the white cloth.
"Didn't I tell you to have a good rest?" Qing Ge frowned and said.
The battle between the four dynasties was frightening at every step. She was afraid that Ye Qingcheng would do something to hurt her again, so she was not allowed to watch the battle. She was locked up in Fengyue Pavilion and ordered Anu to lead someone to guard him outside.
On the wedding day, when Mei Qingchen left, she saw Ye Qingcheng desperately trying to stop Mei Qingchen, and she knew it.
It's just ridiculous that she went to rescue Ye Qingcheng because his name was similar to Mei Qingchen's, but now, Mei Qingchen abandoned her, but she even gave up her life for her.
"Won?" Ye Qingcheng asked.
"Won?"
Qingge nodded, and the light from inside the door shone on her face, making her apricot eyes shine brightly.
"It's good if you win. There is freshly cooked bird's nest soup on the table. You can drink it while it's hot." Ye Qingcheng took a step to the side to make room for Qing Ge.
Qing Ge pursed her lips and glanced at Ye Qingcheng complicatedly. She walked to the table quietly, sat down, picked up the bowl and started to drink. She swallowed the dates wholeheartedly. After fighting for a day, she was really tired and really hungry.
After finishing the drink, Qingge placed the bowl on the table with satisfaction and licked her lips, "After the Four Dynasties War is over, if I am still alive, I will go to Jialan Academy. What about you, do you want to go with me?"
She didn't have to worry about anyone else, except that she couldn't let go of this woman who seemed stubborn but was actually more fragile than anyone else.
Ye Qingcheng is pure and pure, seemingly cold-hearted, but Qingge knows that she values ​​friendship more than anyone else and can live and die together.
"Wherever you are, I will be there." Ye Qingcheng almost blurted out.
"good."
Qing Ge patted the table and stood up, grinning, her snow-white teeth shining with a bright white light, "Follow me, we will have wine and meat!"
Ye Qingcheng lowered her eyes and smiled gently.
In this life, she has nothing but this wish.
It was only later, when she saw the always bright girl being tortured into a state of neither human nor ghost, that she realized that what she wanted in this life was to become strong, or at least be able to protect her.
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In the middle of the night, Qingge lay on the bed, her eyes wide open, looking at the ceiling indifferently, her hands under the brocade quilt gripping the sheets tightly, as if she had spent her whole life, her nails seemed to be embedded in her flesh, but she
His face remained as usual, but more and more indifferent.
In the void space, Ji Yue was lying on the Nine Dragon Throne holding a jar of wine that she had brought from nowhere, her face was so drunk that she was blushing, and her evil eyes suddenly looked into the void, blurred and empty.
As she said.
He is part of her body, but she always looks forward, how can she see him living in the darkness?
But when she was completely despairing, he was able to make her laugh with just one sentence.
The cool breeze of the cold night blew through the willows in front of the window. The branches were intertwined, and the sparse shadows were dancing, mottled into broken jade. The gauze in front of the window kept dancing, and a figure suddenly sat in front of the window. He stretched out his legs.
Standing straight, one leg is bent, and the slender and beautiful hands are placed on the knees. Under the dark cloak, the navy blue eyes glow with an eerie light, and the other eye is covered by a black eyepatch.
Like the ghosts and monsters at midnight, they lie on the bed singing softly, with their eyes still looking at the ceiling. The moonlight shines through the window lattice and the figure of the man falls inside the house, making it dark and gloomy, with dim light.
The moment the man appeared, Qingge closed her eyes, her eyelashes covering her eyelids with thick shadows.
"Are you sad? The person who said he wanted to grow old with you left you alone on your wedding day for another woman, gave you a grand wedding, and also gave you a joke."
"Are you sad?" the man asked again.
The sound was like the sound of mandala flowers rubbing against each other in the haunted house, the navy blue eyes, the dark cloak, the robe trailing in front of the window...
He looked at the girl lying on the cold bed indifferently, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.
He said it a long time ago.
Being with Mei Qingchen, she will be doomed and regretful.