In the quiet room, Qingge sat cross-legged on the bed with a solemn expression. The little fox tiptoed into the room, climbed onto the bed, and slid up to Qingge's back. He clenched his paws into fists and hammered his back to please him.
Beiguai, "Don't be angry anymore. If you get angry, you will become ugly. If you become ugly, you won't be able to get married..."
The little fox said seriously, "It doesn't matter if you can't get married, just come with me to the Demon Realm and be the wife of the stronghold."
Qingge: "..."
Mrs. Yazhai...
Qingge grabbed the little fox into her arms, faced each other, and said seriously: "Don't be a bad person, or you will become a gangster." She also rubbed his head seriously, "Maybe it's because spring is here, and I have become a gangster."
/Are you in love?"
Ji Yue: "..." Is it so obvious that he is in love?
It's just that everyone in the world knows it, but she doesn't know it.
He has always been evil, moody, murderous and has never been close to women, but in front of her, he became a gangster.
*
In the evening, when Qingge, Ye Qingcheng and Little Fox were having dinner together, Yinlan came over.
"Miss, Elder Ye Zhengxiong suddenly started bleeding from all his orifices and was dying. He only breathed his last breath," Yin Lan said.
Qingge put a mouthful of soup into her mouth. When she heard the sound, her hand froze slightly. She swallowed the soup, raised her eyes to look at Yinlan, and asked, "When did this happen?"
"Just now, the head of the family asked me to inform you that if you go over now, you should be able to see him one last time." Yin Lan replied.
Qingge finished the bowl of soup in a leisurely manner, then put the bowl on the table, hugged the little fox in her arms, glanced at Ye Qingcheng, and said: "I'll go over there. The dishes on this table are handed over to me."
It’s here for you, remember to finish it for me without any leftovers.”
Ye Qingcheng looked at the table full of delicacies, swallowed, and finished eating them all?
Wouldn't this cost her her life?
*
The remote courtyard of Yejia was filled with people at this time, and violent coughing sounds kept coming from the room, as if the lungs were being coughed out.
When Qingge came, the three elders Ye Qingtian were there. Ye Qingtian looked serious, and Shangguan Lin and Chen Zhi also looked solemn. When they saw Qingge, the servants in the yard all saluted in unison and ordered Qingge.
He nodded and walked into the house.
"Grandpa, how are you?" Qing Ge looked at Ye Qingtian.
Ye Qingtian shook his head, "A good person suddenly became like this. Doctor Liu said that there is no way to save him. All the internal organs in the body have been shattered, the tendons and veins have been disconnected, and even the blood is black."
Qingge frowned, "How could this happen?"
Although Ye Zhengxiong's legs were crippled by Ye Qingtian, his cultivation level was good and his physical condition was also very good. Although Ye Wuhen left him to fend for himself, how could he end up bleeding from all his orifices and leading to death?
She absolutely did not believe that Ye Zhengxiong would commit suicide. Ye Zhengxiong had pride hidden in his bones. He would rather starve to death than commit suicide.
"Your second uncle lived a great life, but his ending was miserable. Go and see him." Shangguan Lin said.
In the face of death, grudges can always be wiped out.
Qing Ge pursed her lips and walked forward silently. Her mood became heavy. She raised her hand and opened the door. A creaking sound rang in her ears. The gap between the double doors became wider and wider, and a cold feeling flowed in the room.
Breathing, she walked in and looked at the man lying on the Fuyao bed. Most of the man's hair was white, and his face looked haggard, full of fatigue. His eyes, nose, mouth, and ears all oozed darkness.
of blood.
The black blood dyed the white sheets red, and he stared at the ceiling blankly. His limbs were cold and stiff, as if the God of Death was mercilessly draining the life from his body.
"You came."
The three words were like a biting wind blowing by. The man spoke feebly and spent a lot of effort.
Qingge took a few steps forward with a silent expression on her face.
Ji Yue stepped on her shoulders and looked at the dying man on the bed with cold eyes.
"Do you think I am not even half as handsome as your father?"
The man spoke intermittently. After he finished speaking, he coughed violently. Every time he coughed, his whole body trembled, like a fish caught in a net and struggling hard.
"You are you, and father is father." Qing Ge said calmly.
"You are really like your father back then." Ye Zhengxiong put his hands on the bed and tried to get up, but it was extremely difficult.
Qingge hesitated for a while, but finally stepped forward and helped Ye Zhengxiong sit up.
Ye Zhengxiong looked at her in surprise. He laughed for a long time, coughing while laughing, spitting out a lot of blood on the quilt. He leaned weakly on the bed frame and laughed at himself, "Aren't you afraid of me? Don't you dislike me?"
"Why are you afraid? Why are you disgusted?" Qingge said coldly, her eyes filled with alienation and indifference.
"I look like a ghost, don't I?" Ye Zhengxiong said with a bitter smile, his gray face covered with blood.
When a person is about to die, his words are also good.
Looking at Ye Zhengxiong like this, Qing Ge felt she no longer had any complaints in her heart and felt calm.
"I have been fighting with your father for a lifetime..."
Qingge said nothing, Ye Zhengxiong lowered his head, as if talking to himself, "But do you know, what your father said to me before he died was to take good care of him. After he died, he would only have
He gave birth to my son, and I tried my best to kill him, but he died in flesh and blood, which makes me feel ashamed."
In Ye Zhengxiong's words, Qing Ge seemed to see a man who was unruly, wild and unrestrained but also attached great importance to love and loyalty. This man was her father.
Unfortunately, he died.
"I have always been proud and hated, but I never thought that I was not my father's biological son. Not only was I not, I also killed his only son. He knew everything about it, but he was in the same room with me, the murderer of his son.
Living under one roof for decades, cough cough... cough..."
Ye Zhengxiong covered his chest and coughed heartbreakingly, blood spurting out like water.
The man coughed and hung his head weakly, but a clean white handkerchief appeared in front of him. He looked along the handkerchief and saw that the girl beside the bed had a cold expression.
Ye Zhengxiong smiled bitterly, took the handkerchief, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. But after a while, he started coughing again. The more blood he coughed, the more blood he had. Even his nose, eyes and ears were bleeding continuously.
His face was gray and skinny, like a ghost who had fallen into the eighteenth level of hell.
Qingge stood beside the bed, with the window next to her. The cold wind of early spring blew in, lifting up her silver hair.
It seems that Ye Qingtian has told Ye Zhengxiong all the old secrets.
Also, if you don't say it now, Ye Zhengxiong will never have the chance to listen to it in the future.
Her back was straight and her eyes were light, as if she were the queen of a desolate country. Everything in this world had nothing to do with her.