"Ji Yue, I also hope that you can wear this inexpensive jade pendant and remember its true meaning. Never forget to be strong, brave, awe-inspiring and upright at any time."
Yan Bingtong's voice was gentle and gentle, and she looked at Ji Yue calmly: "Ge'er is my daughter, and I also believe that you will be her beloved."
"Children in this world are the darlings of their parents. Girls need to be cared for, and so do men."
"I will not be like ordinary mothers, asking you to stand upright and hold up the sky with difficulty."
"I hope you and Ge'er can move forward hand in hand. No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, we can overcome it together."
"You should rely on each other, love each other, know each other, and stay with each other. No matter what happens, believe in each other, and the rock in your heart should never be shaken."
"..." After Yan Bingtong finished speaking, he personally put on this jade pendant for Ji Yue.
The demon god was quite moved and looked at Yan Bingtong appreciatively.
"No wonder Ge'er is so outstanding, she has such a perfect elder."
The demon god said.
Yan Bingtong's words touched the heart of the demon god. Ji Yue is her child, and she will teach Ji Yue to stand upright. If Yan Bingtong can feel more sorry for Ji Yue, the demon god will only be happier.
The jade pendant on Ji Yue's waist and the precious jade hairpin in Qing Ge's hair glowed with crystal clear and bright luster under the moonlight.
"The marriage certificate has been issued, and the wedding ceremony is complete."
Fengqi Zunhou said.
On one side, the Seventh Palace King frowned, with a rather complicated expression on his face.
He glanced at Ji Yue and hesitated to speak. What he wanted to say finally got stuck in his throat.
Linglong is very smart and can tell what the Seventh Palace King is thinking in his head with just one glance.
Logically speaking, the Seventh Palace King is considered an elder, at the level of a grandfather, so Ji Yue should offer him a cup of tea.
But with Ji Yue's identity and the demon god at her side, the King of the Seventh Palace really didn't dare to sit on it so arrogantly and order his grandson-in-law to offer him a cup of tea.
Unless the Seventh Palace King doesn't want to die.
Seeing that the ceremony was about to end, the King of the Seventh Palace felt sad.
The Demon God was careful, glanced at the Seventh Palace King lightly, and asked: "What's wrong with the Seventh King?
Why do you look so bad?"
The King of the Seventh Palace waved his hand quickly, "Maybe he had nightmares last night and was frightened, so he didn't sleep well."
The demon god groaned and crossed his legs.
A smile flashed across Feng Qizun's eyes.
The demon god is interesting. He clearly knows what the Seventh Palace King is thinking, but he pretends not to know.
The demon god has a clear distinction between love and hate, and this move was also because he knew that the King of the Seventh Palace had never treated Ye Qingge well, and only recently recognized his granddaughter.
Qingge pursed her lips, this matter was a difficult problem.
Before entering the family tree of the Seventh Prince, Qingge had no idea of this grandfather. Even though he was preparing to enter the Seventh Prince's Mansion later, he still had a plan in mind.
She plans to seek justice for her grandfather.
But - the funny thing about the world is that now, she recognizes her husband more and more, treating him as an important relative.
Qingge pondered for a long time, looked sideways at Ji Yue, nodded, and walked towards the Seventh Palace King, "Grandpa, why don't you sit down and drink tea?"
The Seventh Palace King was stunned and pointed at himself, "Grandpa, can you?"
"My grandpa is the only one in the world, why not?"
Qing Ge asked back.
The Five Kings of Thunder said: "Why are you dawdling? Why don't you sit down quickly?"
"Yes, Old Seventh King, the girl wants to serve you tea."
The old eight king said.
Princess Linglong helped the Seventh Palace King sit down on the chair, with a smile on her lips, "Didn't your father hear that?
Ge'er said that you are the only grandpa in the world."
The Seventh Palace King's eyes were reddish, with tears filling his eyes. He was deeply moved and looked deeply at Ye Qingge.
After all, his love for this granddaughter was not in vain.
And besides that, there is a lot of guilt.
In the past twenty years, he has failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a grandfather, and he must take good care of her in the future.
She doesn't want to suffer even half of the suffering and grievances in this world.
Ji Yue knelt down on one knee willingly, "Grandpa, please drink tea."
The hand of the King of the Seventh Palace took the teacup, and it was trembling and shaking. He spilled more than half of the tea outside, and the King of the Seventh Palace felt very distressed.
The King of the Seventh Palace raised his head and drank the tea, looked at Ji Yue, and then remembered something important and said: "Good boy, grandpa didn't have time to prepare anything for you, so I will give this Seventh Palace to you."
Ji Yue: "..." This gift is really big.
Little Baozi tilted his head and looked at the Seventh Palace King. His great-grandfather had clearly given the Seventh Palace to him.
That’s all.
We are all members of our own family, there is no need to fight over anything.
At such a young age, he was actually so smart and sensible.
Thinking of this, Little Baozi sighed angrily.
Mo Xie and Aventurine looked at each other, both looking at the little bun with suspicion. They didn't know what was going on in this guy's little mind.
The courtyard of the palace was very lively, Princess Minghuang had a sinister look on her face, and Nan Xun, who was mixed in the crowd, tore his sleeves to pieces, his teeth itching with hatred.
Princess Minghuang looked at the happy scene and felt extremely depressed, as if there was a huge stone in her heart.
She couldn't even breathe fresh air.
Every time I gasped for breath, it was heart-wrenching pain.
Princess Minghuang sneaked away.
She went outside the gate, sat in the carriage, took out a little man full of needles, and pricked her several times.
The yellow paper attached to the little man's body recorded Ye Qingge's birth date.
Princess Minghuang received more than ten injections in succession.
"Ye Qingge, go to hell."
She moved her lips silently and cursed quietly.
Just at this time.
"The God of Pingxi has arrived."
Pingxi God.
Princess Minghuang suddenly raised her head, her eyes glowing, and murmured to herself: "Isn't that the God of War in the heavens?"
He is the god of war she chose.
Princess Minghuang raised the curtain of the carriage and hurriedly stepped out, only to see the gods of war leading a column of divine soldiers appearing in front of the mansion.
Princess Minghuang moved in a hurry, unable to react for a moment, and her ankle sprained.
She fell face down, and a hand firmly grabbed her shoulder.
"Girl, are you okay?"
The magnetic voice rang in her ears, and Princess Minghuang's cheeks turned red.
She turned around and saw the man wearing armor and half a silver mask on his face, revealing half of his delicate face and a pair of eyes as deep as ink paintings.
Princess Minghuang's breathing was extremely heavy, her heartbeat was also racing, her ankle was sprained, and she was unable to walk normally.
"Are you from the Seventh Prince's Palace?"
asked the gods of war.
"I am the eldest daughter of the Seven Kings, Emperor Ming."
Emperor Ming whispered in a low voice, leaning against the God of War like a little bird, and said "Oh!"
The gods of war supported her.
Princess Minghuang wanted to refuse but returned the greeting, "Hug...sorry..." "Can't walk?"
The war gods of the heavens asked in a deep voice.
Princess Minghuang nodded.
"Ah..." Princess Minghuang exclaimed.
I saw the Gods of War picking her up by the waist, walking forward slowly, passing through the stone lions on both sides, and crossing the high threshold in one step.
In the eyes of the gods of war, there was a fleeting cold light, with a hint of mockery.