These days, the most exciting thing is the Ye family’s clan competition, and finally, it’s the third day.
Before dawn, Mo Xie brought Ye Jingjing to Fengyue Pavilion. Qingge put on a fox fur cloak, hugged Ye Jingjing, and asked with a smile: "Why are Jingjing here?"
Mo Xie said: "She misses her mother."
Qingge pursed her lips.
When she was in the Western Sea Territory, Qin Lan just held Zhang Yuerou's funeral. It was very simple. She didn't even go to Ye Jingjing. It was just digging a hole in the wilderness, putting people in it, filling it with soil, and then the person was gone.
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Ye Qingtian has never cared about this kind of thing and doesn't say much about it.
Besides, Zhang Yuerou is just a concubine, no matter how grand the funeral ceremony is, it can only be like that.
"Sister, let's go see my mother, okay..." Ye Jingjing buried her face in Qing Ge's shoulder, "I know my mother is dead, Jingjing won't cry, I just want to go to her grave to see if she is cool.
It’s cold. My mother used to be most afraid of the cold. When winter comes, my hands will freeze and crack.”
"Okay, I'll take you there."
"I'll wait for you here." Mo Xie said.
The morning sun has not yet risen, and the wind and snow have subsided. The only carriage moving forward on the empty street looks a little lonely. The carriage is rickety. Ye Jingjing lowers her head and does not speak, nor does she cry or make trouble. She is so stubborn.
Feeling distressed.
Qingge opened the curtain and looked outside, frowning, "Isn't this road going to the mass grave?"
The groom was stunned for a moment, "Third Miss, Aunt Zhang's grave is right next to the mass grave."
Qingge hugged Ye Jingjing tightly, she put down the bead curtain, and the only light shone on her face, which was cold and beautiful.
Qin Lan doesn’t even spare the dead!
"elder sister."
"kindness."
"I feel so sad."
Qing Ge was helpless and rubbed Ye Jingjing's head.
After a long time, the carriage arrived in front of a cemetery. Qing Ge opened the curtain and walked down with Ye Jingjing in his arms. What he saw was not so much a cemetery as a hillock piled with wind and sand. There was only a wooden tablet in front of the grave, and it was just a simple.
The words "Ye Family Auntie" were written on it, but her name was not even engraved on it.
Qingge didn't understand. During all the years Zhang Yuerou had been in the Ye family, she had never done anything to harm Qin Lan. Even her only daughter had no intention of stealing the limelight. She could only kill people with a nod, but Qin Lan still did this to the dead.
How much pleasure can it actually feel?
Qing Ge put down Ye Jingjing, and Ye Jingjing took a few steps forward. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the four words on the tombstone, and then brushed away the weeds on the tombstone, "Mother, when Jingjing grows up, Jingjing will
Take you home."
Bury you in a place like spring all year round, where there is no cold and pain, only the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
Ye Jingjing stroked the four words on the tombstone. She squatted aside, holding her face with her pink hands, looking a little cute and a little sad, "Mother, I miss the peach blossom soup you made."
"No one will mend my clothes, and no one will braid my hair."
"Mom, are you cold?"
"Mom, I don't like dad, I hate him."
"..."
Qingge stood aside, looking at Ye Jingjing sitting in the weeds holding the tombstone, feeling a little touched in her heart.
"who!"
Qingge frowned and moved towards the bushes on the side a few times. There were a few footsteps, and the person who suddenly appeared ran further and further away. Qingge wanted to catch up, but after looking at Ye Jingjing, she had to give up.
In this wilderness, Qingge really couldn't figure out who would come here.
When it was getting dark, Ye Jingjing and Qing Ge returned to Ye’s house.
Ye's house, the mistress's room, Ye Xue is sitting in front of the dressing table, the girl's stunning appearance is reflected in the clear mirror, Qin Lan is standing behind to tie her hair.
"Xue'er, you are the pride of the Ye family. You will be the future graceful and noble princess of Beiyue Kingdom, and you will even have a place in Luohua City."
Qin Lan spoke slowly, with pride in every word, "Even if she, Ye Qingge, is a weapon refiner, or not a waste, she can't be compared with you."
Ye Xue curled her lips, "Don't worry, mother, I will let her know the price of being presumptuous in front of me today."
"Remember to keep her alive." Qin Lan said: "You are a direct descendant, so you can't be too cruel."
"knew."
Ye Xue smiled sweetly, and Qin Lan nodded happily. The topic changed and they talked about other things, "Your father asked me to get rid of Ye Jingjing."
"Ye Jingjing?" Ye Xue's face looked slightly cold: "It's good to get rid of this eating-in-and-out thing."
"How about I let you solve this matter?" Qin Lan said with a smile.
Ye Xue raised her eyebrows, "No matter what I do, it's okay?"
"It will be all right!"
Ye Xue turned to look out the window, her hands in her sleeves clenched a little tighter, and a trace of viciousness spread towards her limbs and bones...
When Feng Yue Pavilion, Qing Ge and Ye Jingjing went back, Mo Xie was asking Ye Qingcheng to play a little tune. Qing Ge saw Mo Xie narrowing his eyes and enjoying himself so much that the corner of his mouth twitched.
This bastard...
At the end of the song, Ye Qingcheng opened her eyes and frowned.
"But what's wrong?" Qingge asked.
When Ye Qingcheng plays Fuxi Qin, he can sense changes in everything around him.
At first, Mo Xie was surprised when he learned about this.
Ye Qingcheng stood up, nodded, and said: "I just saw Ye Xue and the young master of the Ye family, Ye Wuhen, bump into each other. When they passed each other, Ye Wuhen intentionally or unintentionally told the slave behind him about the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
"
"Xiaoxiang Pavilion." Mo Xie's face lit up when he mentioned these three words.
"Brother Mo, what is Xiaoxiang Pavilion?" Ye Jingjing asked in confusion.
Mo Xie grinned and said, "That's a romantic place. Xiao Jingjing doesn't need to know." He turned to look at Ye Qingcheng and said, "Ye Wuhen is a normal man, and it's normal to discuss this matter."
Ye Qingcheng lowered her head, lowered her eyes, and frowned, "It's indeed normal." But she just felt weird.
I sang and meditated, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong.
None of the three people could figure it out, so they put it aside in advance.
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When Qing Ge and others went to the martial arts training ground, everyone was already there.
The battle is still conducted by drawing lots. This time, the participants do not need to wait in the closed space behind the stone platform, but can sit directly on the seats.
Qingge sat next to Ye Qingtian and Beihuang, while Ye Jingjing was held by Mo Xie.
From behind, Yun Wan seemed to be calming Ye Xue's emotions and said, "Xue'er, don't worry, you are definitely the number one in the clan competition. This is unquestionable."
"When you go to Luohua City, don't forget the two of us." Xiao Shuier said with a smile.
"This is natural." As he spoke, Ye Xue's eyes stayed on Qingge in front of him, sharp and sharp.
"Ye Qingge's strength seems..."
Xiao Shui'er wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yun Wan, "Strength? In front of Xue'er, he is just a clown. Can the three-legged cat kung fu be brought to the stage?" She saw Ye Xue's face turn dark, and she was extremely unhappy.