After Ye Jingfeng finished speaking, he stopped caring about Jiu Ci and sat next to Qing Ge with a cup of soup: "Drink some while it's hot. It took a long time."
Even though Qingge didn't know the taste of the food and was in no mood, thinking that this was the soup that her father had been stewing for a long time, she still took the porcelain bowl and drank the rich soup.
It tastes like chewing wax, but Qingge raised his face and looked at Ye Jingfeng with a smile: "It tastes good."
Ye Jingfeng frowned, this child has always been like this, so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.
"Leave your sister alone for a while. You have been exhausted these days and you should take a good rest."
Ye Jingfeng carried Jiu Ci and walked out. Jiu Ci glanced at Qing Ge worriedly.
After walking out of the house and into the deserted backyard, Ye Jingfeng put Jiu Ci down and looked at Jiu Ci with sharp eyes: "Xiao Jiu is injured."
"Well...I know..." "The most taboo thing about emotional matters is to stay away from her. As if she is not in your heart, just be as clean and tidy as a man. Don't let your mother-in-law delay other people's good girls."
Ye Jingfeng said: "I will not interfere with your marriage, as long as it is your sweetheart, I will happily accept it.
But I don’t want to see you hesitant and swaying like a weed on the wall.”
"I didn't miss her."
Jiu Ci said.
"You rarely have contact with women. Even if you are against Xiaojiu's existence, you will not hurt her because of Ge'er.
Xiaojiu is the first girl to take the initiative to approach you. This feeling is wonderful, and her innocence and frankness also impress you.
You will subconsciously get used to her approach. As time goes by, one day, she will no longer approach you and will approach others instead, and you will become irritable and depressed."
Jiu Ci did not refute Ye Jingfeng's words. This analysis was indeed reasonable and well-founded, and it hit Jiu Ci's heart.
His performance in recent days was just as Ye Jingfeng said, and Ye Jingfeng also watched for a long time before planning to talk to Jiu Ci.
Most of the time, the authorities are confused and the bystanders are clear. Jiu Ci is still young and does not understand the love between men and women. As a father, he must give appropriate guidance.
"But..." Ye Jingfeng said: "That's not love, it's just your habit. Human nature should be like this. It's not your fault.
When Xiaojiu and Nuqi are close, it's normal for you to feel depressed.
But as soon as Moyou appears, all your habits and worries will be thrown away, just because you love her."
Ye Jingfeng patted Jiu Ci on the shoulder: "You and I have failed your mother in this life. Don't learn from me and treat others well."
Moyou is a good girl."
There was only Jiu Ci left in the backyard. He turned his head and saw Xiao Jiu following Nu Qi. He muttered worriedly: "I don't know what happened to the senior sister. She must be very sad. I can't help her."
Whatever I do, it’s useless for me.”
"Xiaojiu."
Jiu Ci spoke suddenly, and Miss Jiu turned her head to look, full of surprise: "Lord, sir?"
"come over."
Miss Jiu was extremely obedient and quickly came to Jiu Ci's side.
This was the first time that the original poster called her name gently.
Jiu Ci glanced at Nu Qi, then looked at Miss Jiu and said, "Our Ye family doesn't know how to take concubines, and we only have one wife in our lives.
I hope I can marry Mo You."
"The host and the saint are talented and beautiful, they are made for each other. I also look forward to the host and the saint getting married."
Miss Jiu smiled.
At this moment, I didn't cry because I couldn't control my emotions like usual, but I laughed from the bottom of my heart.
Xu Shi had known about this result for a long time and was mentally prepared. Jiuci telling her personally made her feel relieved.
During this period of unrequited love that ended in vain, Miss Ninth never blamed anyone. She could only blame herself for not being good enough or outstanding enough to impress the original poster.
When Miss Jiu left, Nu Qi followed her.
Leaving the confines of the backyard and the attic, walking on the spacious road in Mingyuan Villa, Miss Ninth exhaled, opened her hands, and embraced the depressing wind under the cloudy sky.
Miss Jiu grinned and looked back at Nu Qi: "Brother Ah Qi, I want to accompany my senior sister to a higher place. Therefore, Xiao Jiu cannot be sad and slack off. She must work hard."
Nu Qi looked at Miss Ninth for a long time, and his stomach growled. He touched his belly, looked straight at Miss Ninth with his clear eyes, and said in a low voice: "I'm hungry..." "Okay, let's go eat roasted hare."
"..." Moyou looked at the two people walking together to roast the hare, his eyes moved slightly, and then he turned and walked towards the east attic.
When she was about to visit Senior Poppy, she saw a thin and thin figure in the east attic.
No. 2 came to the desolate and deserted compound at some unknown time. From a distance, she could see the loneliness that had gone through vicissitudes of life, which made people feel even more desolate than the east attic.
Mo You frowned, wondering who this person was and why he came to the east attic.
Every time she was with Qing Ge, she happened to miss the opportunity to see No. 2.
Number 2 was walking in the courtyard, and the whole pavilion was silent because of her.
There was a killing weapon spirit in the east attic, which was very dangerous. After thinking for a while, Mo You decided to go to the east attic and take No. 2 out.
It's too dangerous for a woman alone in the east attic.
Even though Poppy is a member of the Dream Clan, he has been soaked in the smell of blood since he followed his former master to fight all the way.
If this skinny woman is not careful, she will die in the east attic.
When Mo Youcai raised his legs to walk into the east attic, he saw No. 2 stretching out his hand, with a poppy between his slender fingers.
When No. 2 turned around with a poppy in his hand, Mo You finally saw No. 2's face clearly. He was sallow and thin, his cheeks and eye sockets were exaggeratedly sunken, his hair drooped down like withered grass, and his eyes were lifeless, without any aura.
.
However, when she looked at No. 2, Mo You seemed to have returned to the past, a past that she was about to forget.
"Clan...Clan leader..." Mo You stood still and saw No. 2 walking towards the east attic. As she walked, poppies as scarlet as blood bloomed under her feet.
Behind No. 2, the east attic on the 72nd floor collapsed. Dust and smoke were everywhere. Poppies were blooming. No. 2 walked slowly towards Moyou.
She seemed unable to hear the huge movement behind her.
In an instant, the east attic was in ruins.
No. 2 came to Mo You and walked forward without stopping.
After the two people passed each other, Moyou suddenly looked back and exclaimed: "Clan leader, is that you?"
No. 2 stamped his feet, turned around, and looked at Mo You with unfocused eyes. After a long silence, No. 2's skinny cheeks finally showed a smile: "Xiao You has grown so big..." In an instant, Mo You
With hot tears in his eyes and down his face, he covered his lips and stared deeply at the patriarch.
It takes many years for a member of the Dream clan to transform from a wisp of wind or a flower into a human being.
At that time, she was just a ray of wind in front of the patriarch's window, and she would listen to the patriarch talking to himself in her free time.
The patriarch said that Feng was not anxious or sad, and expected that the rest of her life would be like this, so she was not worried.
The blurry outline of the figure in the depths of Mo You's memory gradually became clearer. The former leader of the Meng Clan, a beauty who was famous among thousands of clans, was a beauty who was shy of the moon and the flowers.
Holy and beautiful as the white moonlight, proud and noble.
Gradually, that beautiful face disappeared and turned into a skinny cheek... Moyou looked at No. 2 in pain, how could such a beautiful person become like this?
A heavenly master once predicted that the Dream clan would most likely become the fourth Tongtian clan in a thousand generations! At that time, the Dream clan was very popular, but unfortunately it did not last long. The Thousand Poison Plague broke out, causing the Dream clan to be wiped out.
From then on, the word Meng Clan shrouded thousands of clans like the shadow of a nightmare, and no one wanted to mention it.
No. 2's eyes were no longer hollow, and gradually gained focus. She came over and gently rubbed Mo You's head: "Xiao You can't cry."
After No. 2 comforted her, Mo You's tears were like a river bursting its banks. No. 2 felt heartbroken to see it.
Mo You endured the surging emotions and sniffed. Just when he was about to ask No. 2 something, all the tenderness on No. 2's face disappeared, and his eyes became gloomy again, as if he was a different person as he walked towards the Dongzhou camp.
Mo You chased No. 2, but No. 2 ignored her.
Jiu Ci, who was in front of the Dongzhou Loft, had already seen Mo You with No. 2. He rushed over and asked, "Why are you with Meng?"
"Dream?"
Mo You watched helplessly as No. 2 walked into the Dongzhou Loft, and raised his eyes to look at Jiu Ci: "Who is she?"
"She is a slave who was sold in the Four Stars Beiyue Colosseum. Ge'er returned to the Four Stars not long ago. Seeing that she was destined, she brought her to the Heavenly Domain of the Gods."
After Jiu Ci finished explaining, he suddenly noticed tears at the end of Mo You's eyes, and his heart suddenly shrank: "Are you crying?"
"Trafficked slaves..." Moyou repeated what Jiuci said, closing his eyes in pain, and tears kept pouring out.
Such a proud patriarch was reduced to a low-level plane being trafficked by people.
What sin did she commit to end up like this?
Jiu Ci panicked when he saw this. He didn't know what happened, and he didn't know how to comfort him. He could only coax Moyou on the back and pat him on the back like a child: "Be good, it's okay. I'm here with you."
Mo You put his face gently on Jiu Ci's shoulder, closed his eyes and sobbed silently.
After feeling sad for a long time, Moyou raised his head and wiped away his tears: "Made the Nine Palaces laugh."
"Why are you crying?"
Jiu Ci wiped away her tears.
"I saw an old friend. She is no longer what she used to be. She is no longer as glorious as she used to be, and she is no longer as poor as before."
Moyou said.
"Prosperity can come again, and glory can come back again, and you can make a comeback after falling into despair. If you cry, I don't know what to do."
Jiu Ci held her hand: "Xiao Moyou, before, I always said I would wait for you to grow up, but now I want to say, let me grow up with you, okay?"
Mo You looked at Jiu Ci, lowered his head at the hands that were held together, and wanted to pull his little hand away, but Jiu Ci held it hard, as if he would not let go.
"Aren't you afraid of losing your wife?"
Don't worry about asking.
"I'm afraid."
Jiu Ci raised an uninhibited and unruly smile again: "But I am worried that you will be alone during the long night. Since you are the person Ge'er values, I should also put you at the top of my heart."
"You're the one who can't sleep alone."
Mo You suddenly shook off Jiu Ci's hand and walked towards the attic with an indifferent expression.
Jiuci chased after him: "I can't sleep alone, aren't you going to accompany me?
My neck hurts so much at night, as if it's about to break."
Jiuci chased after him, naturally took Moyou's hand, and pointed to the almost invisible wound on his neck and said to Moyou: "Xiaoyou, my neck hurts all the time. Is there anything going on?
The consequences will affect your whole life. What if you can't get a wife because of this? Do you think we, the Ye family, will have to cut off our descendants? You have to be responsible, and it's best to commit yourself to it."
Mo You: "..." The thing I regret most in my life is drawing a sword against Jiu Ci.
It didn't hurt him so much that he almost got himself involved without saying a word.
Jiu Ci has changed his attitude. He wishes Mo You could strike a few more times, but it's not a waste at all.
The collapse of the East Pavilion attracted Zhuang Yang and others. From a distance in the Dongzhou camp, Zhuang Yang could be heard shouting: "It's over, it's over, the killing weapon spirit is gone; hurry up!"
Quickly seal off the Mingyuan Villa, activate the Mingyuan Sword Formation, and restrain the Villa. We must not allow the killing weapon spirit to escape and harm the common people."
The escape of the killing weapon spirit means the beginning of the destruction of life.
No one wants to experience the river of blood hundreds of years ago.
At that time, that man was called the God of Plague by the world.
So much so that the poppy flower has become a nightmare in the hearts of countless people, symbolizing ominousness.
The instigator holding the poppy weapon spirit was falling asleep in the house. No matter how loud the noise was outside, she could not be disturbed.
The poppy flower has already disappeared into No. 2's body.