It was raining in the sky for more than a day. The rain was not heavy and drizzling, but it always made people feel breathless. It was gloomy and heavy, making people breathless.
Fengyue Pavilion.
Before dawn breaks, when the morning light is dim.
In the room, lying quietly.
In the nine-curved corridor outside the door, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded, like a fleeing soul under purgatory.
The door of the house was suddenly opened, Qingge suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the side. On a rainy night, a small figure rushed in. She ran to Qingge, threw herself into Qingge's arms, and cried, "Sister, I'll do it."
I dreamed that you were going to die, and I was so scared."
The little girl's eyes were filled with tears, and the panic and fear made her face turn pale and her body tremble.
After a while, Qingge pulled Ye Jingjing to the bed, held it in his arms, and gently stroked her back, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, my sister is here."
Ye Jingjing raised her face, and her face covered with hideous scars was full of tears, and her voice was soft and soft, "Sister, don't die, okay? Jingjing doesn't want to see you die, so Jingjing will be very sad."
"good."
Qingge pinched her face and replied with a smile.
Perhaps the sudden nightmare made Ye Jingjing feel unreasonable and frightened. Jingjing stuck to Qingge all day and night, which made Qingge a little amused, but her heart was very warm.
When Ye Qingcheng came over, she saw Ye Jingjing stuck to Qingge's body, and her eyes twitched. She suddenly walked to Qingge, stretched out her hands, and said in a strange way: "I want to hug you too."
Qingge: "..." What's wrong with this world?
Ye Qingcheng looked at his extended hand, and seemed to be stunned. He wanted to retract his hand awkwardly, but Qingge put Ye Jingjing on the chair beside him, suddenly got up, stretching his hands out from Ye Qingcheng's armpits
Out, cross behind her, hugging her tightly.
"I'll give you a hug." Qingge grinned.
Ye Qingcheng was stunned, his cheeks turned red, like cooked potatoes.
Qingge put his hand down, looked at Ye Qingcheng's face flushed, and he frowned in confusion for a while, and then covered his hand on Ye Qingcheng's forehead.
The hot temperature from his hands made Qingge wonder, "Why is it so hot? Is it a fever?"
Ye Qingcheng threw Qingge's hand away, turned around and ran out, his figure disappeared into the flowing light, and his jade was broken and mottled.
Qingge looked at Ye Qingcheng's figure running away in the panic and curled his lips.
What's wrong?
What's going on?
Qingge shook her head helplessly, unable to understand the young people's ideas now, and there was a generation gap. She turned around and walked to Ye Jingjing and pinched Ye Jingjing's face. It was still fun for our Jingjing.
"Sister, what is that?" Ye Jingjing asked, pointing to a piece of red cloth exposed in the cracks in the ceiling.
Qingge was also puzzled and jumped up and pulled the red cloth down. In the red cloth, a piece of rice paper was wrapped. The rice paper floated through the air and fell to the ground. On the rice paper, four words were splashed out on the thick ink.
Ji Yue, Qingge.
Qingge remembered that it was noon that day. She held a wolf's pen in her hand and wrote his name at Ji Yue's request. Then the little fox held the pen and messed up the ink and followed her name and wrote it on.
Later, the paper with their names seemed to disappear out of thin air, but there were so many things that she didn't think about it. Unexpectedly, Ji Yue actually hugged the paper with red cloth and hid it on the ceiling, and that
The place is facing her bed.
In other words, as long as she lies on the bed and opens her eyes, she will face this piece of paper.
*
At that time, the little fox carefully hid the rice paper with the red cloth woven from Shu brocade like a treasure, then patted his claws, climbed up to the ceiling, and stuffed it hard into the crack. After stuffing it, he still
It fell down and fell into the brocade quilt on the bed.
The little fox stood on the brocade quilt, with his claws on his waist, and his strange eyes looked at the cracks in the ceiling, feeling a little proud, muttering, "I will dream of me every day and night from now on, otherwise I will go and put it on.
That boy Mei Qingchen was castrated."
Although dreaming of Qingge has nothing to do with castrating Mei Qingchen...
*
Qingge was stunned for a while before walking forward and squatting down to pick up the paper on the ground, rubbing the handwriting on it, and his mind was filled with the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the little fox.
After Ji Yue fell asleep, the voice and figure of the little fox were gone in front of her eyes, and she felt like something was missing in her heart.
Empty-
afternoon.
Jialan Academy only handed out invitation letters to Ouyang Che and Mo Xie, with only two quotas, and the Ye family has not been moved.
Everyone is shocked. Qingge won the first place in this four dynasty war. Jialan Academy should be the first to send the invitation letter to the Ye family, but among the only two places, there is no Qing.
Song.
Mo Xie rejected the invitation from Jialan Academy, and the reason for rejection was very simple, "Do you Jialan have good wine and meat? Can you tease the girl with great food and drink? No? If you can't, hurry up and turn left,
No thanks.”
After Qingge heard the news, she couldn't help laughing. This was really the attitude of the evil young master of the Mo family.
Ye Qingtian rushed over all the way, and was so scared that Qingge drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and raised his eyes and looked at the blissful Ye Qingtian.
"Qingge, we don't care about this Jialan." Ye Qingtian said, "It Jialan Academy is nothing. When Grandpa burns it tomorrow, see if they dare to be arrogant!"
Qingge's eyes glowed, "Grandpa, is it true?"
Ye Qingtian: "..." Silly girl, grandpa is just talking, don't take it seriously.
However, seeing Qingge's expression was pleasant and smiling, she was not depressed by not receiving the invitation from Jialan Academy, so she felt relieved.
After Ye Wuhen became the head of the Ye family, the Ye family had more and more affairs. The two direct descendants of the side and direct descendants were complicated. Ye Qingtian and Qingge talked for a few words and left.
Qingge continued to lie on the imperial concubine's couch and ate the crystal grapes peeled by Ye Jingjing. Ye Jingjing looked at Qingge, who was leisurely and enjoyable, shaking comfortably on the imperial concubine's couch, curled her lips and continued to be busy peeling the grapes.
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Children abuse is simply!
"Qingge, Concubine Yun's servant sent a letter." Ye Qingcheng walked in with a gold-plated envelope.
Qingge took the envelope and opened it. There was nothing on the paper. Ye Jingjing looked at the white paper curiously. Ye Qingcheng frowned in confusion, "What does Concubine Yun mean?"
Qingge lowered his eyes and smiled with a flower, "Concubine Yun is a fortune teller, so of course they have to use their methods to read the letter."
After saying that, she poured spiritual energy into the white paper.
call out!
A cluster of demonic blue ghost fires suddenly burned and swayed. The ghost fire burned in the air for a long time, and after twisting and swinging, it became two words.
Ye Qingcheng looked at the two words, his pupils tightened, and Ye Jingjing clenched his hands.
The smile on Qingge's face became more and more charming, and the blue ghost fire reflected in his black pupils, which seemed to be the word "great evil"! (To be continued)