After that funny and grand wedding, Beiyue once again became excited. The guest of the Colosseum, the woman who had once glanced at the flash in the pan in the West Sea was actually the third lady of the Ye family, Ye Qingge...
midnight.
The carriage inlaid with four rubies was slowly driving forward on the uninhabited street. In the quiet alley, only people were chanting. Occasionally, patrol guards walked by with torches. The flames were so smug, and the night was rich.
It was like condensed in magma and began to twist.
Inside the carriage.
Qingge pursed her lips tightly, sat side by side with Ye Wuhen, silently looking at the old man sitting opposite him. Ye Qingtian closed his eyes and rested. There were more wrinkles on his face, including beard, eyebrows, hair, all of them.
It was the same white, as if the frost and snow had fallen all over his head. Qingge lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the white hair hanging on his shoulders. The price of the contracted moon eclipse cauldron is the three thousand white hairs, from now on, it will be
The symbol of her identity.
"Grandpa." After a long time, Qingge spoke.
Ye Qingtian still closed his eyes and said nothing.
"You have known Wuming is me for a long time, right?" Although it was a question, she asked very certainly.
"You are my granddaughter, would I not know?"
Ye Qingtian suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at Qingge. Qingge was slightly stunned. After a moment, a strong smile appeared in his eyes.
"Whether Wuming or Ye Qingge are they all my granddaughters?" Ye Qingtian raised his hand and wiped the blood from Qingge's forehead and said.
Qingge pursed her lips tightly, thinking a lot. When she heard these words, the ghost that was secretly hiding in this body seemed to shake.
"Qingge, you hide it so deeply."
Ye Wuhen smiled and said, "I thought about the origin of Wuming before, but I didn't expect Wuming, who is famous all over the world, would be my sister."
"Are you proud?" Qingge leaned against the mat, her face covered with scarlet blood, and her smile was like a flower.
"pride."
When Ye Wuhen spoke, the carriage suddenly stopped.
Ye’s house, we’re here.
The peach blossoms bloom in full bloom, clustered into flowers, and the night is well versed in the moonlight, and the stars are sparse.
Ye Qingtian and the others sent Qingge back to Fengyue Pavilion. Ye Qingcheng had already ordered someone to prepare soup and wait in the room. For a day, she walked around the room, feeling confused.
Nu came to spread the news from time to time, explaining the situation during the battle.
Her hands were injured, bloody and bloody. If Qingge had not hired a royal doctor, he would have been useless and would have been unable to play the piano again.
When she learned about Qingge's victory, she was overjoyed. When she heard the sound of the two vermilion doors of Fengyue Pavilion opening, she couldn't help but feel excited and immediately opened the door.
After saying goodbye to Ye Wuhen Ye Qingtian, Qingge turned around and walked into the room, standing at the door, with his hands on the door, the bright red door was opened without any warning, Qingge looked at him in a daze
The woman standing in front of the threshold, her hands were covered with medicine wrapped in white cloth, and blood was faintly overflowing under the white cloth.
"Don't you let you have a good rest?" Qingge frowned and said.
The four dynasties were in a terrifying battle. She was afraid that Ye Qingcheng would do anything to hurt her for her, so she did not allow her to watch the battle. She locked her in Fengyue Pavilion and ordered Annu to take people outside to guard her.
When Mei Qingchen left that day, when Ye Qingcheng tried his best to stop Mei Qingchen from doing everything, she saw it and knew it.
It's just ridiculous that she would go to rescue Ye Qingcheng because her name was similar to Mei Qingchen. Now, Mei Qingchen abandoned her, but she didn't even want her life for her.
"Win?" Ye Qingcheng asked.
"Win?"
Qingge nodded, and the light and fire in the door shone on her face, shining brightly on her almond eyes.
"Just win, the freshly cooked bird's nest soup on the table, you can drink it while it's hot." Ye Qingcheng took a step to the side and gave up a free space for Qingge.
Qingge pursed her lips and looked at Ye Qingcheng with complicated feelings. She walked to the table quietly, sat down, picked up the bowl and started drinking it. She swallowed it all in one day. After fighting, she was really tired and hungry.
After drinking, Qingge put the bowl on the table with satisfaction and licked his lips, "After the war of four dynasties, if I am still alive, I will go to Jialan Academy. What about you, do you want to go with me?"
She doesn't have to worry about other people, but she can't let go of this woman who seems stubborn but is actually more fragile than anyone else.
Ye Qingcheng is pure and innocent, and seems to be cold and cold, but Qingge knows that she values friendship more than anyone else, and can live and die together.
"Where you are, I will be." Ye Qingcheng almost blurted out.
"good."
Qingge slammed the table and grinned, and his snow-colored teeth were shining with a white light, "Follow me, there is wine and meat!"
Ye Qingcheng lowered his eyes and smiled softly.
In this life, she had nothing to ask for, only such a wish.
But later, when she saw the bright girl who had always been tortured to be in a state of no human or ghost, she realized that what she wanted in this life was to become stronger and at least protect her.
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In the second half of the night, Qingge was lying on the bed, her eyes wide open, looking indifferently at the ceiling, her hands under the brocade quilt clasped the sheets, as if she had used her life's strength, and her nails seemed to be embedded in the flesh, but she
His face was as usual and he became more and more indifferent.
In the void space, Ji Yue was holding a jar of wine she brought from some unknown means, and lay on the Nine Dragon Throne, her face flushed with drunkenness, and her evil eyes suddenly looked into the void, blurred and empty.
As she said.
He is part of her body, but she always looks forward, how can she see him living in the darkness?
But when she was completely disappointed, he could amuse her with one word.
The cool breeze in the cold night blew across the willows in front of the window, the branches crossed together, the sparse shadows swayed, mottled into broken jade, the gauze in front of the window was dancing constantly, a figure suddenly sat in front of the window, and he stretched his legs
Straight, one leg bent, and the slender and beautiful hands were placed on the knees. Under the dark cloak, the navy blue eyes were glowing with a strange light, and the other eye was covered by a black eye mask.
Like the ghosts and monsters at midnight, the evil spirits were endless. Qingge was lying on the bed, his eyes were still looking at the ceiling. The moonlight fell into the house through the window frame and the figure of the man. It was dark and the light was dim.
The moment the man appeared, Qingge closed his eyes, his eye wings covered his eyelids, and the shadows were rich.
"Are you sad? The person who said he wanted to walk old with you until he was old, for another woman, gave you a grand wedding and a joke."
"Are you sad?" the man asked again.
That sound was like the sound of mandala flowers rubbing against each other in the insidious palace. The navy blue eyes, the pitch-black cloak, the robe swaying in front of the window...
He looked indifferently at the girl lying on the cold bed, and a sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He had said it long ago.
If she is with Mei Qingchen, she will be doomed and regret it. (To be continued)