Ye Ge slowly opened his eyes, feeling severe pain all over his body and limbs.
His brows furrowed tightly, as if he had noticed something. Yege quickly looked down and his eyes suddenly shrank.
But they saw that Yege had lost both arms, and his body was covered with soft white cloth. His entire face was covered with gauze, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.
Ah! From the desolate and deserted huge palace, the sound of a woman's extremely painful wails came.
There was also the sound of conversation ringing in Ye Ge's ears.
"How is she doing?"
"It's very bad. All the ribs are broken and all the internal organs are extremely seriously injured. Only the heart is intact. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid they would have died long ago.
The person who was executed this time was an elder from the Seven Qinglian Clan, and his viciousness was truly outrageous.
His internal organs and ribs were deliberately destroyed, his limbs were broken, his appearance was ruined, and his heart was left to linger."
The elders of the seven clans hated Ye Ge so much that they wished they could whip Ye Ge to death. However, they were afraid of the person behind Ye Ge and did not dare to kill Ye Ge.
Even so, the elders of the seven tribes did not intend to play the night song.
Every whip used by the elder of the Seven Clan was very methodical, from broken bones in limbs to severe injuries to internal organs, especially the face that was very similar to Qing Ge, all were destroyed by the whip.
He indeed spared Yege a life, but at the same time he also destroyed Yege, dooming her to stay in bed for the rest of her life and never get up again.
Soon after, the sound of discussion sounded again in the silent palace.
The man asked again - "When will it be restored?"
"It depends on how many years you need your limbs and organs."
"Where's the face?"
“As long as the price is right, you will definitely be satisfied.”
"Um."
The palace once again fell into deathly silence. Ye Ge, who had lost his arms and almost necrotic organs, lay quietly on the bed motionless, his eyes looked hopelessly at the ceiling, and two lines of tears fell down.
In order to survive, to gain glory and wealth, she experienced too much pain and climbed out of the abyss of despair, just to one day be magnificent and admired by others.
The limbs and internal organs that had been cracked by the frost were stripped of their heavy equipment, and only one head belonged to him, brought out from his mother's womb.
Now, hundreds of whippings have left her unable to stand up, and her bones and internal organs have been removed again.
Ye Ge closed her eyes and made a hysterical sound again.
Footsteps sounded, and a figure walked in slowly. The man was wearing a purple robe and had a tall figure. There seemed to be mist in the air that obscured people's eyes, making it impossible to see the person's features and features.
He stretched out his knuckled hand and gently stroked Yege's cheek, which was covered with soft white cloth.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"..." Ye Ge looked at him with tearful eyes after hearing the comforting words.
"Don't be afraid, don't be wronged. I will take back any grievances you have suffered from those people.
I will tear off their bones and make you the most beautiful hairpin in the world, use their skin and flesh to make you clothes to keep out the cold, and use the blood of your enemies to brew the best wine in the world.
Sleep peacefully, my kind girl, when you wake up, you will still be a charming beauty."
The man's voice was extremely gentle, very soft, as if coaxing a child to comfort Ye Ge.
A happy smile gradually appeared on her face covered with soft cloth, as if she had a beautiful dream. In the dream, she was drinking wine as red as blood, wearing bloody and gorgeous clothes, with hairpins inserted sideways into her bun, blowing in the wind.
He raised a victorious smile.
Another man came from outside the door, carrying a sandalwood box. On the left side hung an ornament, the size of a fingertip, a small doll with a devilish smile on its cheek.
He opened the box on the side, took out various sharp knives and tools, and walked towards the bed.
"Master, thank you for your hard work."
"You should trust my craftsmanship."
...lower plane, four stars.
Qingge and his group walked out of the plane tunnel and came to the sky above the four stars.
The sky is dark blue, dotted with stars, and a bright moon hangs in the clouds.
The moment she returned to her hometown, Qing Ge even felt that the air in her hometown was fresh and beautiful.
Qingge's eyes were slightly red, she lowered her head to look down, pursed her lips, and didn't know what she felt in her heart.
Excited, excited, and a little melancholy.
Grandpa's illness has not completely recovered. The lonely old man brewed plum wine and repeatedly cooked meals. He sat on the threshold of the Yefu compound in the lonely evening, looking ahead blankly, as if waiting for something.
Occasionally, when a pedestrian passes by, Grandpa's eyes will light up. When he looks up, the figure that catches his eyes is a complete stranger. The light in the old man's eyes is like an extinguished candle, suddenly extinguished, losing focus again and becoming empty.
He looked at the scenery in front of the courtyard gate.
Dusk has gone and white has begun to rise. The old man is sitting on the threshold holding plum wine as always, with a lonely look on his wrinkled face.
There was a faint fragrance of plum wine in front of the door, and even the spiritual butterflies flying by were a little tipsy. Ye Qingtian held a pot of plum wine and was reluctant to drink it, even though the wine cellar was full of plum wine.
It's already night time.
Ye Qingtian sighed melancholy and lowered his eyes, thinking that he would have to go back in a while, otherwise he would have to listen to the nagging and arguing of his grandfather again.
It's just that he seems to be used to sitting here, as if he has expectations in his heart, even if he is disappointed again and again.
If you think about it carefully, the feeling of waiting is also very wonderful, even if you are disappointed countless times.
The cool breeze at night stirred up Ye Qingtian's white hair, which was filled with the sorrow of time.
The life of losing a wife and a child is really miserable.
The beloved granddaughter has already packed up her bags and left with her sword to pursue her dream.
No matter how reluctant Ye Qingtian was to give up, he should not stop his granddaughter from pursuing the future she deserved.
Our old Ye family is full of talented people.
This was his only relief.
Ye Qingtian leaned against the door lintel, his hair gray and drowsy.
My ears moved slightly, as if there was a slight sound of footsteps.
Ye Qingtian knew that another group of people might be passing by the gate of Ye Mansion.
It's the last person in line.
Ye Qingtian smiled bitterly, looked down at the jar filled with plum wine in his hand, and smiled softly.
I'm a little tired.
Anyway, the result is the same, Ye Qingtian no longer looks up.
One by one, elegant people walked in front of Ye Qingtian in the cool night.
"grandfather."
A woman's soft voice sounded.
Ye Qingtian was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed to himself for a moment and whispered: "You really are old and you always have some hallucinations."
Hearing Ye Qingtian's voice that sounded like he was talking to himself, Qing Ge's nose was slightly sour, and tears finally burst out of his red eyes.
Qingge turned her back and looked at the other end of the street. The night was dark and the long street was lonely. Qingge raised the back of her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes.
Her grandfather...during those difficult days, it was he who gave her the family affection she had always longed for.
Ye Jingfeng on one side had been feeling timid and scared since he appeared in the plane tunnel. However, the moment he saw Ye Qingtian's white hair, all Ye Jingfeng's fear completely disappeared, leaving only
Full of guilt and pain.
He has never repaid the kindness of raising her for many years.
It has not appeared on Four Stars in twenty years.
If it weren't for his daughter's ability, she might not have time to come to Si Xing to visit the father she has missed for many years.
In this life, he owed too many people.
He gradually remembered that when he left Four Stars, every time Ye Qingtian had some white hair, he would find some potions from the world to dye his hair black.
He always smiled and said: Dad, you are old, and people have to accept old age.
Ye Qingtian hated these words the most, and every time he would chase him around the courtyard with a bamboo stick and beat him up.
Now, my father's hair is completely white and his face is wrinkled.
Ye Jingfeng burst into tears, and the emotions that had been accumulated for many years burst out. He bent his legs and knelt in front of Ye Qingtian.
"Dad, the unfilial son is back."
Night terrors filled my face with tears.
Ye Qingtian's calm mood finally changed. He raised his head and looked at Ye Jingfeng, staring at Ye Jingfeng with big eyes. After a long time, Ye Qingtian suddenly shrank back: "Oh my God, there is a ghost."
Ye Jingfeng: "..." Is he really his biological father?
All the longing and guilt turned into another strange atmosphere.
Even Qing Ge's mouth twitched wildly, he looked helplessly at Ye Qingtian, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: What an old naughty boy.
Ye Qingtian was so frightened that he held the wine bottle and hugged the door lintel with all his strength. He kept leaning back: "Wuhen, Wuhen, come quickly, there is a ghost."
Qingge: "..." Qingge touched her chin, looked deeply at Ye Jingfeng, and held back the tears that were about to flow out.
Doesn't this seem a little different from the warm and welcoming scene she imagined?
What went wrong... Ye Wuhen hurried over, leading his soldiers with weapons in hand, glaring at the people outside the compound warily: "Who dares to act unruly at the feet of the Emperor!"
When Ye Wuhen saw Qing Ge, he was stunned, lowered his hand, and murmured tentatively: "Qing... Qing Ge..." "Grandpa, it's Ge'er, it's Ge'er who's back."
Ye Wuhen threw away his weapon and excitedly grabbed Ye Qingtian's sleeve and shook it.
Ye Qingtian threw Ye Wuhen away impatiently, protected the plum wine jar in his arms, and looked at Ye Wuhen displeasedly: "You kid, why are you so frizzy, you dropped the wine your sister loves to drink?
, be careful I beat you to death."
"Ge'er, grandpa, look, that's your granddaughter Qing Ge."
Ye Wuhen didn't dare to touch Ye Qingtian, but he was anxious and said hurriedly.
"song?"
Ye Qingtian's eyes flickered, he blinked, and then he looked at Qing Ge.
Among the people in the row, he only saw Ye Qingge, his granddaughter whom he had missed for a long time.
Ye Qingtian looked at Ye Jingfeng again, and then saw Ye Qingtian glaring at the people around him and walking towards Qing Ge.
The old man carefully put the wine jar aside, stretched out his left and right hands, gently held Qing Ge's hand with one hand, and held the back of Jiu Ci's clothes with the other hand. He hurriedly walked back to Ye Mansion, muttering as he walked: "You guys
The two idiots are really disturbing. The middle of the night is exactly where ghosts are.
Did you see that your father who died unjustly came back to collect debts?"