Wei An stood outside the secret room and waited quietly.
Qingge looked over and over again, the letters had turned yellow, and most of the handwriting was blurred and blurred, but Qingge could feel the mood of Ye Jingfeng.
She looked in the secret room all night, her eyes were red and quite moist.
She didn't know what Ye Jingfeng felt, nor did she know what the Huo Mechanism was doing for.
Isn’t it a matter of letting Ye Jingfeng die on the guillotine in Jiuzhou? Why do you have to spend all your time saving Ye Jingfeng and call him brother?
Ye Jingfeng tried his best to practice in order to one day be able to return to the four-star continent and find his wife.
The reason why he is called the God of War in the Four-Star Continent is that he is invincible on the battlefield. What is rare is that he has the purest innocent heart under the boiling blood.
He treated his father with gentleness, affectionately towards his lover, and stabbed himself twice for his brother.
Qingge saw the little clothes worn by children in the corner of the secret room. The stitches were densely packed and erect, which looked a bit bad and not exquisite.
Wei An looked inward and said, "More than ten years ago, there was an old lady in Chiyang Sect. She was originally an embroiderer in the palace. Your father had been trying hard for a long time before the old lady was willing to teach him to sew clothes. However, each piece was embroidered poorly. In the end, he was the one who went to the battlefield to kill the enemy. He was holding a blood-stained machete. How could he take the small embroidery needle?"
When Wei An thought of that time, he found it funny. The eight-foot-foot man sat in front of the bed and frowned and focused.
Ye Jingfeng didn't know whether Qingge had grown taller or thinner, shorter or fatter at that time, and all kinds of clothes were embroidered.
Qingge held the clothes and gestured in front of her, but now she couldn't wear them.
"In those years in Chiyang Sect, whenever you are on your birthday, he would choose exquisite gifts and say that he would see you one day and give them to you together." Wei Andao.
Qingge's eyes flashed.
Wei An walked to the corner and opened a glass cabinet, which contained several small babies, all of which were favorite things for children.
"Your father also drew a picture for you." Wei An found a piece of yellowed rice paper.
Qingge looked at the painting expectantly, but after seeing the person on the painting, Qingge's face turned black.
"Is this the one who painted me?" Qingge was stunned.
Wei An nodded.
Qingge's mouth twitched wildly.
The person in the painting is extremely ugly, with his eyebrows in his heart and nose facing the sky...
Ye Jingfeng's painting skills are really not to be praised.
Wei An looked at Qingge meaningfully, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Girl, I'm sorry, I couldn't protect your father at the time. It was the Chiyang Sect I asked him to come to, but he was hurt by it."
"It has nothing to do with you." Qingge's eyes were cold.
If it weren't for the frame-up design by Xu Liuyuan and the Pavilion Master, there would be no years when Ye Jingfeng was dark and nowhere to be seen.
"Can I take away everything related to him?" Qingge asked.
"You are his daughter. You don't have to ask me about this matter. Nothing related to him belongs to the Chiyang Sect." Wei Andao.
"Did Uncle Wei know about the recent battle between the Eight Monarchs of Apocalypse overseas?" Qingge asked while packing his letters and clothes into the space bag.
Wei An raised his eyebrows, "The purpose of this battle seems to be your father. The sudden battle is without warning, and we cannot say that. Fighting is inevitable, but it should not be now."
"Is the person who started the battle the monarch named Gu Rongzha?" Qingge asked again.
Wei An nodded, "It's him indeed."
"I see."
Qingge seemed to be thoughtful, with deep eyes and deep secrets.
After packing everything, Qingge and the others left the secret room.
Qingge arched his hands, "Uncle Wei, say goodbye."
Light song returns to the Xixuan Palace of Shadow Pavilion.
Wei An looked at Qingge's back as he was leaving and nodded in appreciation. This child was very kind.
There are racial advantages and gender advantages in the world. Compared with men, it is difficult for women to practice.
Moreover, when women face hardships and hardships, they are the one who is most likely to surrender.
A figure came to the slanted fork. Gu Qingyu looked at Qingge's back and asked in confusion: "Uncle Wei, what are she doing here?"
"Drink tea."
“…”
Qingge walked straight to Xixuan Palace, with a very confused mind.
Did the dreams she had recently inspired hidden attributes, giving her the ability to predict the future or return to the past, or did someone want to use this to tell her everything that happened in the past?
Is it the King of Yingwu?
As far as she knows, Yingwu Hou is also in the Gods Realm, but in the past so many years, Yingwu Hou is probably dead.
The idea is interrupted here.
"Master Ye, the Pavilion Master is invited." A disciple appeared in front of Qingge to block her way.
Qingge pursed her lips and then went to see the Pavilion Master with her disciples.
On the third floor of the attic, the owner sat in front of the bed and fiddled with potted plants.
"Peace Master——" Qingge lowered his eyes.
The owner ignored it and took out scissors to trim the potted plants.
The Pavilion Master said nothing, and Qingge remained silent, his feet seemed to be rooted in the ground, and his body stood motionless like green pine.
Perhaps there was a place where I was not satisfied with the trimming. The owner of the palace was full of resentment and cut off all the flowers and leaves in the potted plants, breaking them all.
"Those who are disobedient should not be alive." The Pavilion Master said in a sinister manner.
He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Qingge and asked, "Qingge, do you think so?"
"It's very dangerous to be in Jiuzhou and rule the country according to law." Qingge said lightly.
The pavilion master looked at Qingge's white and tender hands, "This hand is stained with a lot of blood. As soon as you enter the yard, the attic is full of blood."
"The Lord of the Pavilion." Qingge smiled slightly but didn't smile.
Pavilion Master: "..." Is this guy so calm when he scolds people?
The Pavilion Master threw the scissors on the table, then sat on the chair, raised his eyelids lightly, and asked casually: "You have gone to Chiyang Sect."
"It seems that I can't hide anything from the Pavilion Master." Qingge walked to the table and poured a glass of wine.
“What to do?”
"The Master Wei said that there were my father's tokens, some letters and clothes, so I went to pick them up." Qingge said.
“What else?”
"Apart from that, there is nothing." Qingge played with a wisp of black hair hanging in front of her shoulders. "If I want to do anything, how could I go to Chiyang Sect so openly? Wouldn't it be a handle for someone to fall into trouble? What's more, Chiyang Sect is in a disgrace and embarrassing place. Why did I go to that poor place? Master, you underestimate me too much."
"It is precisely because of this that I feel fear." The Pavilion Master stared at Qingge with his eyes tightly, and then the Pavilion Master's gaze moved down, his eyes falling on Qingge's lower abdomen, "How many months have you been?"
Qingge's eyelids trembled, "Three months."
"Who is the father of the child?" asked the Pavilion Master.
"I don't know." Qingge said with her face and her heart beating.
Chapter completed!