Qingge got on the carriage prepared by the royal family and drove steadily to Yefu.
No one noticed that when the faint wind lifted the curtains of the carriage, the graceful figure in the carriage disappeared fleetingly.
At the same time, in the reopened palace, Zhan Jieyu was lying on the imperial concubine's couch, holding a hot egg wrapped in a soft cloth and rolling it on her bruised face.
Suddenly, the door opened, and it seemed as if there were fierce ghosts swarming out. Zhan Jieyu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly raised her head and looked out the door as sharply as a jackal.
Outside the door, the breeze passed by, the leaves rustled, the moonlight was enchanting, and the night roared in the deathly silence like a scourge.
Zhan Jieyu's heart trembled.
Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky.
The white moon floats behind her.
Qing Ge crossed the threshold, walked in calmly, and sat down on the couch in front of Zhan Jieyu.
"Qing-Qing song?" Zhan Jieyu's eyes widened.
"Why, you're not welcome to me?" Qing Ge took out an orange from the fruit bowl and weighed it in his hand.
"No - no, I'm just a little surprised." Zhan Jieyu said.
Qingge didn't say anything, just laughed muffledly, took out a medicine bottle from the space bag, and threw it into Zhan Jieyu's arms coolly and casually, "The golden sore medicine I took away when passing by the treasury, within two days, your face will be gone"
The injury should be healed."
Zhan Jieyu hurriedly took the medicine bottle and looked at Qingge with a complicated look.
Qing Ge raised an arm and lay down on the couch. He glanced at Zhan Jieyu and said, "How is the cultivation of the Nine-turn Jade Cold Body?"
"Still stuck on the first turn." Zhan Jieyu said.
"Practice hard. If you can break through the ninth level, you can turn water into ice." Qingge said.
Zhan Jieyu bit her red lips and said, "Nine turns, it's very difficult."
"If it's not difficult, there's no point in breaking through, right?" Qingge said.
The two of them exchanged pleasantries at one time or another, just like sisters-in-law chatting about their parents' affairs.
Slowly, the atmosphere became lively, and Zhan Jieyu's heart seemed to open up.
She moved an embroidery stool and sat next to Qingge. She looked at Qingge and said, "Qingge, thank you."
"Thank you for what?" Qingge said coldly: "Thank you for ignoring past grudges? Thank me for being generous? If that's the case, there's no need."
"No, I want to thank you for trusting me." Zhan Jieyu's eyes were sincere.
Qingge's eyes trembled for a moment, and then she lowered her eyelids lazily, changing the topic and asked: "Do you want to be an emperor?"
Zhan Jieyu opened her mouth, her eyes widened slightly, "Emperor?"
Qing Ge's evil sycophant raised the corners of her lips ferociously, "Yes, don't be surprised, so what if a woman is the emperor? Is there any law that says a woman cannot sit on the throne of a king?"
Since you want to do something, you have to do something big. Now that you have taken the step, you will never look back until you reach the Nine Palaces!
So what about women, women will not let men down, even men have to lie down!
Zhan Jieyu felt that the blood all over her body was boiling, as if a raging fire was sweeping through her and spreading to her limbs and bones.
A heart beating wildly.
That is, a woman as humble as dust, yearns for power.
If you want to get rid of the inferiority complex in your bones, you have to pick off the bones, die in the fire, and gain a new life.
"I'm just asking you, do you want it?" Qingge said.
Zhan Jieyu breathed out, closed her eyes, and clenched her hands into fists.
When I opened my eyes again, it was like a sword being drawn out of its sheath, its sharp edge revealed, "Think!"
One word showed her determination not to be afraid of life or death.
"Very good." Qingge stood up, looked at Zhan Jieyu, and said: "I will eradicate the monsters and monsters on your way forward. As long as you are prepared, you will be the next King of Xixun."
Zhan Jieyu was extremely shocked both physically and mentally.
"I heard that Nan Yi is good at using poison?" Qing Ge asked.
Zhan Jieyu nodded, "That's true."
"Are you good at it?" Qingge asked.
Zhan Jieyu responded: "Although my poison has not reached the level of perfection, it can still be called Mahayana."
"That's good. How to use poison to maximize your benefits? Think carefully. If you want to replace someone and escape from his clutches, first of all, you must let him corrupt inside and take out his internal organs.
Let him become a walking zombie, a puppet controlled by you." Qing Ge smiled, with a dangerous light shining in his eyes.
Zhan Jieyu's eyes rolled slightly.
Qingge suddenly came close to her, with her hands on both sides of Zhan Jieyu's body, her upper body bent down, and her two extremely beautiful faces were very close at hand.
Breathing out like a orchid, word by word, Qingge said indifferently: "This is the last time."
After that, she got up and walked outside.
Zhan Jieyu looked at Qingge's back, her heart filled with ambition.
This is the last chance Ye Qingge gives her.
What Qingge advocates is that betrayers will be killed without mercy. The reason why the feud was settled is because Zhan Jieyu did not do anything to hurt her. Even if she liked Ji Yue, she only fell in love a few times.
After all, there was nothing excessive.
Reopen the palace.
Zhan Jieyu sat alone on the imperial concubine's couch, her face lowered, thinking carefully about what Ye Qingge had just said.
Nanyi poison, walking dead, puppet, control——
She was puzzled.
Zhan Jieyu sat on the couch for half a night, keeping the same posture and movements. Suddenly, an idea came to her mind. She suddenly raised her head. A cold wind blew outside the door, and three thousand black hairs danced and fluttered. In an instant,
, the woman's eyes became darker and darker, like a swamp abyss, with a god of death living inside.
She thought she probably understood what Ye Qingge meant.
At this moment, the royal carriage stopped in front of Ye Mansion.
The quiet wind lifted the curtains of the carriage, and a figure, like a fleeting shadow, got into the carriage.
Breath, negative test.
The driver shuddered involuntarily.
He walked down and lifted the car curtain. The beauty inside was half-relying on the soft cushion and dozing off, her eyes bleary.
"Your Majesty, we have arrived at Ye Mansion." The coachman spoke cautiously and respectfully.
"arrive?"
Qing Ge opened her eyes, jumped down, and walked towards the Ye Mansion.
"Miss, you're finally back." Yin Lan, who had been waiting by the door for a long time, trotted over regardless of her appearance.
"What's wrong?"
"The Great Elder stewed the bird's nest and insisted on waiting for you to come back and watch you drink it before he would rest." Yinlan said, with slightly red eyes.
"Take me to the side hall."
Singing helplessly.
In the side hall, Ye Qingtian rested his elbows on the table and held his face in his palms. He was drowsy. His head drooped several times and he almost fell asleep.
In front of the old man was a bowl of bird's nests that was covered tightly.
In order to maintain the heat of the bird's nest, the bird's nest was simmered over low heat under a porcelain bowl. Ye Qingtian poured spiritual energy into the fire from time to time to adjust the heat.
Ye Qingtian's five element talent is the fire element.
Come to think of it, when he was so excited when he inspired the Five Elements Talent, he never thought that in his old age, he would use the fire element to keep the temperature of the soup.
Hearing the familiar footsteps, Ye Qingtian woke up and was overjoyed, "Qingge, you're back. Grandpa has cooked the bird's nest for you. Come and eat while it's hot."