The whole table was cooked by Ye Qingtian himself.
Ye Yu lay on the bed, Qingge slowly lifted her up.
Ye Yu looked at the table of delicacies and sea not far away, his eyes were moist and filled with mist. In her impression, Ye Qingtian only had Ye Qingge's granddaughter in his heart. He didn't care about the others at all, even if he walked into the kitchen, it was for Ye Qingge.
In recent years, she has stayed at Ye’s house day and night to accompany Ye Qingtian, but this is the first meal Ye Qingtian cooked for her.
Qingge sat down at the table with Ye Yu holding Ye Yu's chair, which was unique, had a backrest, and handrails were designed on both sides, with soft pads under his body and a velvet blanket on his legs.
Ye Yu's hands were soft and weak, and it was very difficult to hold chopsticks.
But she insisted on doing this and didn't want the maid to replace her.
"Xiao Yu, let..." Ye Qingtian wanted to come to the maid to pick up and feed Ye Yu, but the rest was interrupted by Ye Yu.
Ye Yu raised his eyes and looked at Ye Qingtian persistently, and then Ye Yu withdrew his gaze, his eyes fell on his bowl, saying, "I may not be able to eat the food my grandfather cooks in the future, I want to do it myself."
Ye Qingtian suddenly felt a little sad when he looked at Ye Yu's thin appearance.
Even though he is not a biological granddaughter, Ye Yu's performance in recent years has been very good, and he still has feelings for him.
Ye Yu tried hard to pick up the chopsticks.
It seems that there are two mountains in your hand.
Others are eating their own, just like usual, don’t look at each other or think too much.
Qingge held the wine glass and took a sip of the pear blossom wine.
After a meal, everyone left the seat, and Ye Yu called her, "Qingge."
Qingge stopped and looked back.
"It's okay, just shout your name, go and rest, go..." At the end of the conversation, Ye Yu's voice was illusory.
Qingge's soul trembled suddenly, as if something was gently hitting her heart.
She began to be shocked, her body stiffened. She wanted to move forward, but she couldn't move her legs. She could only look at the skinny Ye Yu, dazed.
"good."
Finally, Qingge spit out a word.
She frowned, then turned around, crossed the threshold, and walked out.
Between the gap between the two doors, Ye Yu looked at her, gradually moving away, slowly disappearing, and obscuring in the thick night.
"It's time to sleep." Ye Yu whispered softly.
The maid held Ye Yu onto the bed, and Ye Yu's eyes were blurred and closed.
The thick brocade quilt covered her, but she couldn't feel any warmth and her limbs were cold.
Night House.
Fengyue Pavilion.
When Bai Meier served Qingge to change clothes and took off her outer shirt, Bai Meier said, "Your Majesty, if it were a year earlier, I could save Miss Ye Yu, but unfortunately, it's too late now."
Qingge raised his eyebrows and was surprised, "You are serious?"
"Mei'er will never dare to deceive the king. Mei'er doesn't know much. She followed her mother and learned some medical skills through her experiences. She has cured many difficult and complicated diseases, and I understand a little bit." Bai Mei'er said: "If my mother is still here, she should be able to cure Miss Ye Yu. Unfortunately, I don't have the ability of my mother."
Qingge sighed.
In other words, Ye Yu was terminally ill, had no medicine for medicine, and was powerless to turn the world.
In the past three years, she and Ye Wuhen have found many doctors.
However, the answers of these doctors are the same.
Qingge was surprised because Ye Yu was too difficult to cure and could only wait for death. Even Chi Yu was helpless, but Bai Meier said that if she had been a year earlier, she would have cured it.
It can be seen that Bai Meier is so skilled in medical treatment.
"Forget it, you go down and rest," said Qingge.
After several days of fatigue, I felt heavy when I saw Ye Yu.
From birth to death, it took only a few decades.
She suddenly thought that Ji Yue was the demon king who had survived for countless years. If he had not experienced the battle, would he grow old and die?
Qingge doesn't know.
Before he knew it, Qingge walked to the edge of the bed, sat cross-legged, and after practicing for a while, he was confused and got into the quilt, half asleep and half awake.
Time flows.
Like a white horse shuttled.
Late at night, Qingge's face was pale and bloodless, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Her brows were furrowed tightly, as if she was struggling in a nightmare.
In the darkness, she saw a pair of scarlet eyes. Those eyes were not divided into black and white, as if they were filled with blood.
The picture is like an old movie.
Slowly, Qingge saw a face, and his scarlet and terrifying eyes were embedded in this pale face.
Red hair, flying and dancing.
Looking for the king, looking for no tears!
He was like a demon, extremely poisonous, entangled with Qingge, never ending, and putting her soul in shackles, making her unable to escape.
There was a noisy sound in Qingge's ears, densely packed, stimulating his head.
The moonlight shone through the window frame and fell on Qingge's face, like mutton fat jade, crystal clear.
Suddenly, Qingge opened his eyes.
She raised her hand and touched her forehead, all covered in sweat.
Qingge felt thirsty and her throat was very dry. She coughed, very hoarse.
It was very noisy outside.
Qingge frowned, puzzled, why was it so noisy in the middle of the night?
Fortunately, she woke up.
These days, she often dreams of searching for tears.
He was like a demon, a magpie with his thorns, sticking to her.
Qingge raised his hand, rubbed his eyebrows and exhaled.
Outside the door, footsteps sounded
"Sister." It was Fu Xi's voice.
Qingge walked out of bed and opened the door.
Outside the door, not only Fu Xi, but also Bai Meier stood beside him.
"What's wrong?" Qingge looked at the anxious two people, and a bad premonition vaguely arose in his heart.
"Your Majesty, Miss Ye Yu, I'm leaving." Bai Mei'er's eyes were filled with tears, and it was like mist.
"What!"
Didn’t it mean three days? Why is it so fast?
"The doctor said she was not in love with the world and she was walking peacefully." Bai Meier wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes.
Qingge was stunned for a moment, wearing only the thin clothes he had when he was resting, walked out, and hurried to Yeyu's room.
Ye Wuhen and Ye Qingtian are all there.
"Qingge." Ye Wuhen spoke helplessly.
"I already know." Qingge walked into the house.
Ye Yu was still lying on the bed. Yes, as the doctor said, she was very peaceful, and even had a slight upward curve at the corner of her mouth.
Like the black hair of algae, it spreads out.
There is no life on her.
Qingge walked slowly to the bed, and she stretched out her hand and gently stroked Ye Yu's cheek.
Qingge opened his mouth, and many words were stuck in his throat.
Qingge stood up, closed his eyes, and said sadly: "All the way, go."
Ye Wuhen walked to Qingge's side, patted Qingge's shoulder as if comforting.
"Don't be sad." Even though he said this, Ye Wuhen's face was not very good either.
Qingge nodded without saying a word.
That night, the night mansion was busy.
Early the next morning, everyone in the entire imperial capital knew that the second lady of the Ye family had left.
Dead.
Night House.
White strips hung all over the room, floating with the wind.
When the little figure came over and shook the braid on his head.
His face was full of smiles.
However, when he saw countless snow-white strips of cloth, he was stunned. (To be continued)