Princess Ling Tianjiu never expected that she would kowtow to the city gate and bleed to death.
Like a demon in a daze, his spirit and consciousness were completely scattered, leaving only endless fear.
Qing Ge stood beside her and looked at the Ninth Princess indifferently.
She was never a kind-hearted person, she was even cruel and ruthless as people said.
The Ninth Princess finally lost her last trace of life and fell on the ground in a pool of blood, with a shocking wound on her forehead.
From inside to outside the city gate, no one felt sorry for her.
Countless people are surprisingly indifferent.
At the moment when the Ninth Princess fell to the ground, Qingge's eyes flashed, and she seemed to see a faint golden smoke appearing on the Ninth Princess's body. The scene in the smoke was really clear, and there were even very detailed messages transmitted.
In Qing Ge’s mind.
The ninth princess of the Lingtian Dynasty, who was sixteen years old, killed 60,000 people, 10,000 Varo people, and 54,000 Star people, buried 30,000 people alive, drowned 10,000 people alive as sacrifices, smashed 3,000 people with giant cauldrons, and
Two thousand people...
Obviously, only she could hear and see the scenes in the pale golden smoke, as well as the somewhat ancient and distant sounds.
Qing Ge glanced at the bloody head on the city gate, frowned, looked at each other with Xi Ziyan and Jiu Ci, and walked towards the city gate.
Qingge stopped in front of her grandfather: "Grandma, I'm sorry, I'm late."
"Silly boy, it's not that easy to come to Four Stars from the Heaven of Gods." Grandpa breathed a deep sigh of relief when he saw that the Beiyue Empire was saved. Seeing Qing Ge now, his eyes turned red again.
Time flies by like a flash, and I haven't seen this child for two full years.
She is so powerful that she can kill hundreds of thousands of troops with a snap of her finger, turn the tide with one person, turn danger into safety, and hunt down the enemy. Grandpa hugged Qingge and patted Qingge's back heavily.
back.
Qing Ge nuzzled in Grandpa’s arms.
"This is..."
Grandpa looked at Jiu Ci, who was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously took a few steps back, his eyes flashed, his palms were sweating, and he didn't know how to face it.
grandmother……
What a strange title.
Qing Ge glanced at Jiu Ci, took her grandfather's arm, "Let's go home before we go home, first go to the city wall to see grandpa."
Qingge pulled her grandfather along the stone steps and up the city wall.
Ye Qingtian stood on the city wall, turned his head, and twisted his sleeves to wipe away the tears from his eyes.
Ye Qingtian supported the wall and walked towards Qingge with slow steps.
Qingge stared blankly at the skinny Ye Qingtian, tears bursting out of her eyes. Qingge sniffed, knelt down on one knee, lowered her head, and said, "Grandpa, your unfilial grandson has gone home."
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back..." Ye Qingtian wanted to help Qing Ge, but almost fell down. Seeing this, Jiu Ci stepped forward and quickly supported Ye Qingtian with quick eyes and hands. Ye Qingtian glanced at Jiu Ci, old
A kind and kind smile appeared on his face: "Are you Xiao Ge'er's friend? It's not easy to accompany Xiao Ge'er to Four Stars. Come quickly, grandpa will cook you something delicious. The fragrance of delicious food can drive away the dust.
The smell.”
Hearing Ye Qingtian's kind words, the words were stuck in my throat, and my nose felt slightly sore.
Jiuci saw that Ye Qingtian was not in good health, so he helped Ye Qingtian walk down the city wall.
Grandpa had been staring at Jiu Ci carefully, and suddenly his pupils narrowed slightly unnoticeably.
Grandpa quickly stepped forward and grabbed Qingge, "Qingge, who is that child?"
When I first saw him, I just thought he was handsome and enchanting, but after a few more glances, I realized that this child was particularly similar to her daughter Yan Bingtong. The more I looked at him, the more I thought it was Yan Bingtong disguised as a man.
Grandpa's breathing became rapid, and his eyes were moist, and he looked at Jiu Ci's back with a blurry look.
In the cool breeze, the figure of Jiu Ci in Grandpa's eyes seemed to overlap with the figure of Yan Bingtong riding away on horseback. Grandpa couldn't even tell who was who...
"He is the child of a father and a mother. The mother was pregnant with twins, but the Beiyue Emperor killed her. The doctor deliberately didn't mention it when she was pregnant. When we were born, my brother was thrown into a mass burial by the Beiyue Emperor.
Fortunately, my brother was lucky enough to have a good life. He was picked up by a passing guardian of the Nine Realms and saved his life. I only discovered my brother's existence after I went to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods." Qingge kept the story short and explained concisely.
With.
She didn't say anything empty because she was afraid that her grandfather would be worried.
As a symbol of her identity and the order between the planes, she is destined not to stay in the Four-Star Continent forever.
It may take two, ten, or twenty years to return to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods. Beiyue Emperor is dead, and emptiness is still controlling people's hearts. If Grandpa is worried too much, it will not be good for Grandpa's body.
good.
"This Northern Moon Emperor is really still haunted even after his death!" Grandpa gritted his teeth, his eyes spitting fire.
Suddenly, Grandpa grabbed Qing Ge's hand and asked: "Ge'er, you went to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods. Do you have any news about your mother?"
Qingge nodded: "In the past two years, I have been paying attention to the news about my mother. I haven't received much news, but one thing is for sure. My mother is still alive, but if I want to find her, I need to work harder."
When the grandfather heard this, his deep eyes suddenly lit up, like the warm sun melting away the cold winter snow.
The grandfather laughed: "I knew that child was destined to be extraordinary. She was already very ambitious when she was young. Although she was a girl, she had a passionate heart. She must have gone to a place further away. In the past few decades, she has
It must be riding the wind and waves, soaring upward..."
The grandfather was very pleased: "There are no cowards in our Yan family!"
Qingge looked at her grandfather's side face, and she was only glad that Yan Bingtong was not imprisoned for twenty years and died in unbearable pain.
If my grandfather knew about this, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to bear it at all.
The pain of mother's death, let her become a enemy.
Let her end the hatred and anger of killing her mother.
Qingge suppressed her anger, hugged her grandfather's arms and smiled sweetly: "Grandma, I'm hungry."
"Let's go home and have something good to eat." Grandpa took off his cloak and covered it with Yu Qingge, "If your hands are so cold, even a strong practitioner cannot be so willful. Although your grandfather is not wearing
It’s not very good, but the food is really good. I sit on the threshold of the night house with warm chicken soup every night and watch the people coming and going. I especially hope that his granddaughter will show up on the long street.”
Singing softly, warmth flows through my heart.
Compared to the excitement of fighting in all directions, she actually preferred the peace and stability of this world when accompanying her grandparents.
On the way back to Yefu, people along the street knelt on both sides.
"Welcome to my king, long live my king..."
The sound on the road was so loud that everyone tried their best to shout until their faces turned red.
Back at Ye Mansion, Ye Qingtian walked into the kitchen without stopping. Jiu Ci hesitated for a moment and then followed him into the kitchen.
Jiu Ci started washing, chopping and sorting the ingredients. While Ye Qingtian was cooking, he said: "Cooking is an art. You young people all like to fight and kill. We are older."
I just hope that my children and grandchildren will be safe from illness and disaster."
"Hmm..." Jiuci nodded, washing vegetables and listening to the sermon attentively, like a young boy who is thirsty for knowledge.