Ye Yu could never forget that at that time, she was so domineering that she pushed Ye Qingge away and said, "Get lost."
Then, she flew away in the dust.
Before leaving, Ye Yu looked back.
Xiao Xiao Qingge fell to the ground, and her forehead seemed to have knocked down the corner of the stone table. It was suddenly bruised and blood overflowed.
She looked at Ye Yu aggrievedly, raised her hand, touched the wound on her forehead, withdrew her hand as fast as lightning, grinned, and sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain.
The birthmark on Xiao Qingge's cheek was so obvious that it covered most of her face like a demonic barrier.
Extremely ugly.
Only those innocent and kind eyes are as clear as water.
Ye Yu sighed.
Now that I think about it carefully, Qing Ge at that time, except for the birthmark, had delicate features, was thin and delicate, and was not that ugly, but he was vilified by the public.
Many ridicules are just because of jealousy. For example, she and Ye Xue are jealous that such a waste can enjoy all Ye Qingtian's favor alone.
The world is a big dye vat.
Even if a person's nature is good at first, over time, his heart will turn black.
Ye Yu was so angry that he lay weakly on the bed.
Breathing is a luxury.
The air became thinner and she felt suffocated.
Ye Yu's face was a pale white, as if someone had drained the blood.
She looked at Qingge, so close, but her eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist.
Qingge's face was so blurry that she couldn't see clearly. She could only vaguely see Qingge's lips, opening and closing anxiously, as if she was saying something, but unfortunately, she couldn't hear it.
So tired.
Ye Yu was exhausted both physically and mentally.
She will fall into a long sleep.
She slowly closed her eyes.
If there is an afterlife, she does not want to have great ups and downs, glory and wealth, but only wants to have a family of three and be the treasure of the family.
The corners of Ye Yu's mouth raised, revealing a gentle smile.
Qingge kept shouting her name, and when she saw Ye Yu closing her eyes, Qingge panicked.
Qing Ge quickly stood up and opened the door.
Outside the door, Ye Qingtian and others were there. The soul boy had gone somewhere, maybe he was still squatting in the toilet thinking about life.
"What's wrong?" Looking at Qing Ge's expression, Ye Qingtian had a bad feeling.
Qingge's face turned pale and she said anxiously: "Where is the doctor? Go and ask for the doctor."
"Did you hear that? Go and find the doctor quickly." Ye Qingtian ordered his servants.
On the side, Ye Wuhen crossed the threshold and walked into the house.
From a distance, I saw Ye Yu lying on the bed like a sleeping beauty.
Ye Wuhen walked to the bed, stopped, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and put it under Ye Yu's nose. He could feel the weak breathing.
Ye Wuhen said in surprise: "There is still energy, there is energy..."
At this time, the doctor walked in.
"Your Majesty." The doctor saluted Qing Ge.
"Look at her situation, she doesn't have that much etiquette." Qingge said.
"yes."
The doctor walked towards Ye Yu and sat on the edge. He first took his pulse and then inserted a silver needle into several acupuncture points on Ye Yu's body. When he pulled out the silver needle, there was no difference. Qing Ge breathed a sigh of relief.
But she is a layman after all.
The doctor looked at the silver needle and frowned severely.
Seeing this, Qingge's heart lifted again.
The doctor wipes the silver needle with a soft cloth and puts it down.
"How is it?" Qingge asked.
The doctor sighed, "Your Majesty, Elder Ye, Master Ye, I'm sorry, I can't do anything for you. Please prepare...the funeral."
Ye Qingtian was sitting at the table, holding a cup of herbal tea. He was about to take a sip when he heard the doctor's words. His eyes flickered, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the teacup fell from his hand, shattered, and the tea splashed all over the floor.
Posthumous affairs.
Are you preparing for funeral arrangements?
Qinggexu narrowed his eyes.
Was it to prepare her to use a fire to burn up this young life?
"I understand." Qingge said calmly, her expression remained unchanged, only the emotions in her heart fluctuated.
"Your Majesty, the second young lady only has three days at most. Her situation is very special. I'm afraid that the master of the Alchemy Palace is here and there is nothing he can do. The old prescription can prolong the second young lady's life as much as possible. Three days have passed.
It’s the limit.” The doctor said sincerely.
"Thank you for your hard work, let's go down." He sang softly.
The doctor said: "I'm going to make some medicine for the second lady right now. After taking the medicine, she should be able to wake up, but it's been intermittent. As for how long the second lady can last, I'm not sure."
Qingge nodded.
The doctor arched his hands and bowed to leave.
Qing Ge frowned fiercely.
How can human life be so fragile and vulnerable?
She looked at Ye Yu on the bed, she was so thin.
Come to think of it, she has suffered a lot of mental torture in the past few years.
Yes, death is not terrible, but the days waiting for death are like years, which is really difficult.
After a while, the maid came in with the medicine prepared by the doctor.
Qing Ge took the medicine and patiently fed it to Ye Yu.
However, Ye Yu was not in a good condition. When he took a spoonful of medicine, not a drop of the medicine was taken into his mouth. It all spilled out from the corner of his mouth.
Qingge rarely does anything to serve others, and there was nothing she could do at this time, but she was very patient.
Then they saw Qingge pinching Ye Yu's chin with her hands, asking her to open her mouth, and tilting her head back slightly. Qingge scooped up another small spoonful and put it into Ye Yu's mouth. Although the weight was not much, it was still being sucked.
Ye Yu drank it.
Next, Qing Ge kept repeating this action, with Ye Yu resting on her shoulders. Her hands not only had to feed the medicine, but also held Ye Yu's jaw. After a long time, they became numb.
After taking a bowl of medicine, Ye Yu was still unconscious.
Qing Ge supported Ye Yu's body, let her lie down, twisted the quilt for her, and wiped the medicine stains from the corners of Ye Yu's mouth.
Qing Ge put down the bowl and looked at Ye Qingtian and Ye Wuhen, "Go out and leave her alone."
Qingge turned to look at the maid and said, "Watch the second young lady carefully. If there is any movement, come to me."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The maid replied respectfully. As she spoke, the maid lowered her head, shivered, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
Qingge stretched out her hand, picked up a long finger, and touched the maid's chin, and the maid raised her face.
Qingge looked at this face, a coldness flashed in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Ye Wuhen asked.
Qingge shook her head, "Let's go."
Singing softly and walking outside.
If she remembers correctly, the maid just now has been following Ye Yu, always bullying Ye Qingge. This maid is cruel and merciless. Perhaps she thinks Ye Qingge is bullying her and is jealous of Ye Qingge's identity. She often goes alone in the middle of the night.
Find Ye Qingge and prick Ye Qingge with a needle.
Sometimes, when Ye Qingge was resting, she was slapped awake by this maid, then punched and kicked.
That’s it, it’s all over.
Qing Ge is not a tolerant person, but Ye Yu is about to die. If she attacks a maid, wouldn't it be inhumane?
Qingge walked on the cobblestone path, with Ye Wuhen and Ye Qingtian beside her.
The sun is so hot that it shines directly down, which is a bit dazzling.
Qingge raised her hand, put it in front of her eyes, and looked at the sun thousands of feet above through the gap between her fingers.
People like her who are closely associated with darkness will be burned to ashes under the scorching sun.
"Grandpa, brother, prepare for the funeral, preferably cremation." Qingge paused and said.