Ye Yu could never forget that at that time, she was arrogant and pushed Ye Qingge away and said, "Get out."

Then, she left in dust.

Before leaving, Ye Yu looked back.

Xiao Xiao Qingge fell to the ground, and her forehead seemed to knock down the corner of the stone table, and it suddenly became bruised and blood was overflowing.

She looked at Ye Yu with grievance, raised her hand, touched the wound on her forehead, pulled her hand back like lightning, grinned, and took a breath in pain.

The birthmark on Xiao Qingge's cheek was so obvious, like a demonic obstacle, covering most of her face.

Extremely ugly.

Only those innocent and kind eyes are as clear as water.

Ye Yu sighed.

Now that I think about it carefully, Qingge at that time, except for the birthmark, had beautiful facial features, thin and delicate features, and was not that ugly, but was just ugly by the public.

Many ridicule are just because of jealousy, such as her and Ye Xue, who are jealous of such a waste who can enjoy all the favor of Ye Qingtian alone.

The world is a big dyeing vat.

Even if a person has a good nature in his first nature, over time, his heart will turn black.

Ye Yu was as angry as a wandering spring, lying weakly on the bed.

Breathing is a luxury.

The air became thinner and she felt suffocated.

Ye Yu's face was so white that it seemed as if someone had drained his blood.

She looked at Qingge, so close, but there seemed to be a fog in front of her.

Qingge's face was so blurry that she couldn't see it clearly, she could only vaguely see it. Qingge's lips opened and closed, quite anxious, as if she was saying something, but unfortunately, she couldn't hear it.

So tired.

Ye Yu was exhausted both physically and mentally.

She is about to fall into a long sleep.

She slowly closed her eyes.

If there is a next life, she will not have great ups and downs, be prosperous and prosperous, but only wishes to have a family of three, which is the treasure in the family's palm.

Ye Yu's lips raised, and a gentle smile appeared.

Qingge kept calling her name, and when she saw Ye Yu closing her eyes, Qingge was panicked.

Qingge quickly got up and opened the door.

Outside the door, Ye Qingtian and others were there, and Ling Tong was not sure where he went, maybe he was still squatting in the toilet and thinking about his life.

"What's wrong?" Looking at Qingge's expression, Ye Qingtian felt a bad feeling.

Qingge's face turned pale and said anxiously: "Where is the doctor? Go and invite the doctor."

"Did you hear it? Go and find the doctor." Ye Qingtian ordered the servants.

On the side, Ye Wuhen crossed the threshold and walked into the house.

From afar, I saw Ye Yu lying on the bed like a sleeping beauty.

Ye Wuhen walked to the edge of the bed, stopped, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and placed it under Ye Yu's nose. He could feel his faint breathing.

Ye Wuhen said in surprise: "There is still energy, there is energy..."

At this time, the doctor walked in.

"Your Majesty." The doctor saluted Qingge.

"Look at her situation, there is not that much etiquette." Qingge said.

"yes."

The doctor walked towards Ye Yu and sat next to him. He first took his pulse, then inserted the silver needle into several acupoints on Ye Yu's body. He pulled out the silver needle and did not look anything unusual. Qingge breathed a sigh of relief.

But she is a layman after all.

The doctor looked at the silver needle, but frowned fiercely.

Seeing this, Qingge's heart was mentioned again.

The doctor wiped the silver needle with a soft cloth and then put it down.

"How is it?" Qingge asked.

The doctor sighed, "Prince Wang, Elder Ye, Master Ye, Sorry, I am helpless, please prepare... for funeral."

Ye Qingtian sat at the table, holding a cup of herbal tea. He was about to take a sip when he heard the doctor's words, his eyes flashed, and when his hands were loose, the tea cup fell from his hand, shattered, and the tea water splashed all over the floor.

Aftermath.

Are you preparing for funeral?

Qinggexu narrowed his eyes.

Is she preparing to use a fire to burn this young life?

"I know." Qingge said calmly, her expression remained unchanged, but the emotions in her heart fluctuated.

"Your Majesty, the second lady has only three days at most. Her situation is very special. I am afraid that the lord of the alchemy palace will be helpless when he comes. The prescription I prescribed can last the second lady's life as much as possible. Three days is the limit." The doctor said sincerely.

"Thank you for your hard work, let's go down." Qingge said.

The doctor said: "I will go to make medicine for Miss II now. After taking the medicine, it should be able to wake her up, but it is intermittent. As for how long the second lady can last, I cannot be sure."

Qingge nodded.

The doctor arched his hands and bowed to leave.

Qingge frowned fiercely.

How can human life be so fragile and vulnerable?

She looked at Ye Yu on the bed and was so thin.

I think she has suffered mental torture in the past few years.

Yes, death is not terrible, but the days when you wait for death are like years, it is really hard to endure.

After a while, the maid came in with the medicine boiled by the doctor.

Qingge took the medicine and patiently fed Ye Yu.

However, Ye Yu was in a bad condition. He took a spoonful of medicine and didn't even get into his mouth, and all of them overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Qingge rarely does things to serve people, and there is no way to do this at this time, but she is very patient.

Then Qingge pinched Ye Yu's jaw with his hands, let him open his mouth, and leaned his head slightly back. Qingge scooped a small spoon and put it into Ye Yu's mouth. Although the amount was not large, Ye Yu was still drinking it.

Next, Qingge kept repeating this action, Ye Yu resting on her shoulder, and her hands not only had to be fed medicine, but also had to be pressed on Ye Yu's jaw. After a long time, it became numb.

After a bowl of medicine, Ye Yu was still unconscious.

Qingge supported Ye Yu's body, asked her to lie down, twisted the quilt for her, and wiped away the medicine stains on the corner of Ye Yu's mouth.

Qingge put down the bowl and looked at Ye Qingtian, Ye Wuhen and the other two, "Go out and let her be alone."

Qingge turned his eyes and looked at the maid and said, "Look at the second lady, whenever there is any movement, I will come to me."

"Yes, the king." The maid replied respectfully. When she spoke, the maid pressed her head down very low, shivering, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Qingge stretched out his hand, picked up a long finger, and pressed against the maid's chin, and the maid raised her face.

Qingge looked at this face, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Ye Wuhen asked.

Qingge shook her head, "Let's go."

Qingge walked out.

If she remembered correctly, the maid just now had been with Ye Yu and bullied Ye Qingge a lot. This maid was cruel and ruthless, perhaps because she thought Ye Qingge was bullying and was jealous of Ye Qingge's identity. She often went to find Ye Qingge alone in the middle of the night and stabbed Ye Qingge with a needle.

Sometimes, when Ye Qingge was resting, he was woken up by the maid with a slap and then punched and kicked.

Forget it, it's all over.

Qingge is not a tolerant person, but Ye Yu is about to die. Wouldn't she be inhumane if she attacks a maid?

Qingge walked on the peacock path, beside him was Ye Wuhen and Ye Qingtian.

The sun is hot and it is shining directly, and it is a bit dazzling.

Qingge raised his hand and placed it in front of him, looking at the sun above through the gap between his fingers.

People like her who are like shadows with darkness will be burned to ashes under the scorching sun.
Chapter completed!