Qingge looked through the information left by Annu in Fengyue Pavilion. The more you looked back, the more you felt palpitations. The information Annu gave her was naturally brought from Ye Wuhen. After reading this stack of black and white words, Qing
Ge suddenly realized that Ye Wuhen had kept his low profile for many years and had hidden himself very deeply. His own strength had surpassed Ye Xue Bei Yueming and others, and he also controlled the side systems in the Ye family.
Let me say this, if it is not as expected by Qingge, as long as Ye Wuhen wants to be the head of the Ye family, it will be easy.
He had been tolerant of it, just to watch Ye Zheng, Xiong, Qin Lan and others step by step into the abyss, and didn't want them to be so cheap.
And these materials simply describe the shameful things that Qin Lan has been doing for more than ten years. No matter which one is, it is unforgivable.
Late at night, Ye Qingcheng plucked the strings of the piano on the pavilion in the yard. The sound of the mountains and flowing water leaked out, and it became the only elegant place in Fengyue Pavilion. The wind was a little cold when the snow was melting, and Qingge was a little tired of watching it. Ji Yue Pavilion
On the stone table, I was sleepy with my head on my back, and my noble and charming pupils glanced around casually, but when my eyes fell on Qingge, I felt tender and endlessly doting.
Perhaps, when you meet that person, all the wildness will gather into a gurgling stream.
Walking through the four seasons, waiting for her to come.
Ji Yue lazily looked at the girl in front of her who was holding her forehead and reading a book with a little tired look, her eyes were filled with smiles. In the dark eternal night, she was his redemption.
The day after day, Ye Qingtian came to Fengyue Pavilion.
"Do you want to attend this Four Dynasties Conference?"
The Ye family has a major trivial matter, and the meeting of the four dynasties is about to be held. Ye Qingtian, as an elder of the Ye family, was too busy to do anything. After seeing Qingge, Ye Qingtian did not go around the corner and went straight to the point.
Qingge put down the book, raised his eyebrows slightly, "I want to."
The Four Dynasties Conference is a competition with the geniuses of the major empires, and that is the real place where dragons and phoenixes gather.
"You are now in the seventh level of the innate realm, and you will definitely have a place for the Four Dynasties Conference." Ye Qingtian said in a leisurely manner, "No matter what the final ranking is, you can always show your style. At that time, there will be only two roads in front of you.
Go to Jialan Academy or the weapon refining union. In the near future, the weapon refining union will have a battle between weapon refiners to seize the tripod, which is also an opportunity."
"It's the same as going to the weapon refiner or not. If you really want to choose one, go to Jialan Academy." Qingge smiled, full of confidence.
Ye Qingcheng was in the pavilion not far away, looking at the girl sitting lazily at the stone table, her eyes full of smiles.
Jialan Academy is a sacred place that countless people are afraid of.
But she just said with a calm sentence, if you really want to choose one, go to Jialan Academy.
Not much interest, only understatement.
Ye Qingtian was also surprised and laughed immediately, "Very good, I am worthy of being my granddaughter, with the style of my grandfather back then."
Qingge rolled her eyes.
Ye Qingtian left with a big smile. When he left, he almost fell to his head. He grabbed the back of his head and turned to smile embarrassedly at Qingge, and then left. Qingge smiled helplessly. The old man was in front of her.
It's just a living treasure.
It's dark yet.
In the evening, Mo Xie and Xiao Rufeng came over to take Qingge to the market to stroll, saying that Qingge would become moldy if she stayed in Fengyue Pavilion.
Ji Yue lay on the eaves, humming and angry Mo Xie and the other two were in Fengyue Pavilion, and the jealousy smell of the yard was floating.
On the street, Mo Xie shook the beautiful fan of the spring breeze, handsome and handsome; Xiao Rufeng walked on the other side of Qingge, covering her blue shirt and tying her hair with her jade crown. Xun Xu was elegant and full of knowledge, and he walked.
It was the temperament of a scholar. Qingge walked between the two without expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
She is very busy.
Very busy.
She had to be busy practicing, refining weapons, and overturning Qin Lan and her daughter. She had to be busy accompanying Ji Yue, but now she was wandering on the street.
Mo Xie saw Qingge being depressed, hooked Qingge's neck and said with a smile: "Madam, there is a fortune teller in front of you, let's go to fortune teller."
Qingge: "..."
Xiao Rufeng teased: "Mo Xie, didn't you say you wanted to marry Jingjing?"
"Jingjing?" Mo Xie shrugged, "That girl Jingjing has not yet developed well..." I wanted to continue to say, but the girl beside her looked like a tiger and looked fierce and fierce, but she held back what Mo Xie wanted to say.
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Not long after I left, I arrived at a stall.
This is a fortune telling stall. As for why it is a fortune telling stall, it is very simple. There are four big words "Fortune Teller" written in front of the stall.
The stall is very simple, just a torn table, an old man chair in front of the table, a sloppy middle-aged man lying on it, swaying around and snoring, and the man was covered in a black cloth on his eyes.
There is a red mole on the edge of his mouth, and his body is dirty.
Xiao Rufeng frowned and looked at the man who was sleeping happily with some suspicion.
"It's time to go business, get up soon."
Mo Xie walked forward, slapped the table with distinctive hands, and the dust smoke rose up, choking Mo Xie's face.
Mo Xie coughed a few times and looked at the man who was slowly getting up from his sleep in disgust.
The man sat up, coughed a few times, wiped his palms, and said to Mo Xie and the others, "How many are you going to tell fortunes?" The man's eyes were covered with black cloth, adding a mysterious color.
"Nonsense." Mo Xie said impatiently: "You are so big in the four words of fortune teller. Why don't you tell fortunes?"
"How many people are you going to be fatal?" The middle-aged man was not angry or angry, and touched the stubble on his chin.
Mo Xie: "..."
Qingge and Xiao Rufeng were also speechless.
"The three of us who are pretty like humans come here, aren't human lives considered to be a pig's fortune?" Mo Xie rolled his eyes. This fortune teller was really funny.
Qingge: "..."
Why do you think Mo Xie’s words become more awkward?
The fortune teller sat upright, coughed in a pretentious manner, and said, "Who will come first?"
"She, count her first." Mo Xie pulled Qingge to the front of the husband.
The gentleman was blindfolded, nodded, muttering words in his mouth, thinking about something, and after a moment, he said, "Is there a song in the girl's name? A song about singing orioles dancing."
Qingge was stunned and looked at Mo Xie. The fortune teller not only could see her gender, but also knew that there was a song in her name.
It seems that it should not be underestimated.
At this point, Mo Xie and others began to change their minds towards the fortune teller.
"Yes, there is this word."
Qingge said calmly, and said lightly, she wanted to see what tricks this fortune teller could play and what kind of achievements she made.
The gentleman lowered his head, as if he was meditating, and said for a long time: "The word "Ge" is the last word in the girl's name. If I was not mistaken, the girl should be the third lady of the Ye family who has become famous recently, Ye Qingge." (Unfinished)