The King of the Seventh Palace said: "Take me to see her."
He missed her.
There has never been a moment when the longing for me was so deep in my bones that my heart was scratching my lungs and it spread all over my body.
Qing Ge put down the bowl and chopsticks and said coldly: "Seven Kings, please go back. She doesn't want to see you. You are no longer in her world, so please don't disturb her peace."
"How?"
The Seventh Palace King gritted his teeth: "She loves me so much, she will never forget me."
The King of the Seventh Palace turned around and left. Qingge was silent for a long time. He looked at each other and Yan Bingtong, and thought something bad, and they all got up and chased after him.
The King of the Seventh Palace was quite drunk, so he probably rushed to the Four Stars to find his grandfather.
Not long after, a group of people arrived at the teleportation array in Shenyue Capital.
The wind blowing from the teleportation platform smelled of alcohol.
Yan Bingtong looked at the guards guarding the teleportation formation and asked, "Where are the seven kings?"
"Go, go to Four Stars..." Four Stars, Ye Mansion.
It was a bright night, with cold stars hanging in the sky. It was unbelievably beautiful.
Ye Wuhen and Qingsha Yao's children insisted on sleeping with their grandfather. Ye Qingtian directly sent the children away: "Go, go, don't you see my grandfather's body, okay? Grandpa will sleep with you."
Okay?"
The child's eyes turned red and he left immediately.
I don’t want to sleep with grandpa.
Grandpa coughed a few times while walking in the corridor. Ye Qingtian followed him with a cloak, wrapped him tightly, stared at him and said, "You are such a big man and you are still willful. I will not freeze you to death."
"I won't bother you to bury him even if he dies."
Grandpa said.
Ye Qingtian glared: "How unlucky it is to die in my old Ye family."
Ye Wuhen and Qingsha Yao looked helplessly at the two old men who were still noisy at this time.
The old man seems to have become accustomed to this pattern. If he really stops quarreling, he may still feel a little unaccustomed to it.
Grandpa almost fell forward with weak steps. Ye Qingtian supported him in time: "Look, let me tell you, you are useless and don't know how to let the children worry less. This is my kindness.
If it were someone else, I wouldn’t care about your life or death.”
The grandfather said nothing and was helped by Ye Qingtian to the garden. The flowers in the yard were all broken. It was a pity.
She spent a lot of effort to plant this garden, and she also thought that she could smell the fresh and pleasant fragrance of flowers when Ge'er came home.
"It's just a few flowers. I'll get some for you in the future."
Ye Qingtian saw his grandfather's sadness.
Grandpa exhaled: "What do you know, those flowers can never be brought back again."
"Who said that? If I get it back, will you be able to take the medicine obediently?"
Ye Qingtian Road.
Grandpa is good at everything, but he is afraid of hardship.
The medicine is too bitter.
"Don't eat."
Grandpa said with a dark face, thinking of that bitter taste made him want to blow Ye Qingtian's head off.
"You are such an old woman and you are still afraid of taking medicine."
Ye Qingtian hummed, but there was a smile on his lips.
"Go back."
The garden is gone and it feels sad to look at it again, not very interesting.
When my grandfather turned to leave, he saw a man standing in the distance in the night. He was dressed in royal robes, his features were as handsome as before, and he looked as good-looking as a painting.
The Seventh Palace King frowned and looked at his grandfather. Even though his grandfather was old, he could still recognize him at a glance.
But...the King of the Seventh Palace turned around and left.
With age, the beauty fades and the beauty is no longer the same as before.
The grandfather also turned around and left. Ye Qingtian helped her into the house, muttering to herself along the way: "It's cold, it's shivering, will you die from the cold?"
"It's so noisy."
Grandpa frowned and said.
"how?
You live in my house, eat my food and use my food, and you still think I’m noisy?”
"I live in my granddaughter's house, eating her food and using her food. It's your turn to point fingers?"
"Nonsense, this person's last name is Ye, and my last name is Ye too."
"..." The quarrels continued.
On the way, Qingge and his party met the returning King of the Seventh Palace.
The King of the Seventh Palace held a pot of wine in his hand, raised his head and drank: "She is old."
"What did you do?"
Yan Bingtong asked.
The Seventh Palace King shook his head: "I can't go back."
What he loved was not his grandfather, not this old man, but the kind and beautiful grandfather in the old days.
...The next day, in Shenyue City, the King of the Seventh Palace woke up from his sleep. He first went to see the injuries of his two daughters, and then paid attention to the princess.
Compared with the wrinkles on the grandfather's face, the princess is as beautiful as a girl, but her eyes are no longer clear and lively.
The princess held the hand of the Seventh Palace King: "Your Majesty, I thought you didn't want me anymore."
"What happened yesterday was my fault. You don't have to worry about anything. Since you are my wife, you will grow old together with me. No one can replace you."
The words of the King of the Seventh Palace made the princess feel elated, and the scars all over her body seemed to be less painful.
The King of the Seventh Palace wiped away the tears from the princess's eyes: "You have been wronged."
"Your Majesty can understand me, and I will not feel wronged."
The princess leaned next to the King of the Seventh Palace: "Your Majesty, that Yan Bingtong is really too much..." The face of the King of the Seventh Palace darkened, and he stopped wiping tears: "This matter ends here, since you are in the wrong.
First of all, I can’t mention it anymore.
Also, you can never set foot on Four Stars."
"Your Majesty, why...?"
"You are both the princess of the sea tribe and the high-ranking princess of my palace. Don't you feel dirty when you set foot on a lower plane?"
Upon hearing the answer from the King of the Seventh Palace, the princess's brows were filled with joy, covering up the sadness she had felt just now.
"However, Yan Bingtong and those two children are both the prince's descendants. The prince has already recognized them. Who would have thought that they did not take the prince seriously."
The princess gritted her teeth and was filled with righteous indignation.
"You don't have to worry about this matter. Even if they don't admit it, my king's blood is still flowing in their bodies. It is undeniable that Chi Yan is my king's daughter, and Qing Ge Jiu Ci is my king's descendant!"
The Seven Palaces of Kings.
The princess frowned and said, "But, my lord, if other princes and clans find out that your grandson and granddaughter are from a lowly human race, I'm afraid it will cause a joke."
"What kind of jokes can be made?"
The King of the Seventh Palace let go of the princess's hand, stood up, turned his back to the princess on the bed and said: "Even the demon gods love light songs, but you actually said that she is a humble human being?
As far as I know, she is the sweetheart of King Qinglian, is admired by the Ghost King of the Evil Palace, and is the empress of the same plane. Such a woman is truly a hero, how can she be so humble?"
The princess could not refute and was speechless.
What she didn't expect was that the King of the Seventh Palace would always speak for Ye Qingge.
The child clearly no longer wants his grandfather.
"As my wife, you are also the elder of Ge'er and the others. You don't have to be so harsh and harsh. You should accept them openly and treat them well."
After saying this, the King of the Seventh Palace waved his sleeves and left.
The princess was so angry that she slapped the bed with her hands, causing the wound that had been healed to tear open again.
"Asshole!"
The princess's eyes were filled with anger, the red color was terrible, and the voice coming out of her throat was very bitter.