Ye Ge slowly opened his eyes, and a severe pain came from his body, limbs and bones.
The eyebrows were tightly raised, as if he had noticed something. Ye Ge quickly looked down and his eyes suddenly shrank.
But Ye Ge lost his arms, his body was wrapped in soft white cloth, his whole face was covered with gauze, and only his eyes were exposed.
ah!
In the desolate and deserted palace, the woman's wailing sounds were heard.
There was also a sound of conversation in Ye Ge's ears.
"How is her condition?" "It's very bad. All the ribs are broken, and all the internal organs are seriously injured. Only the heart is intact. If it were someone else, I would have died. The person who executed this time
It's the old man of the seven clans of Qinglian, and the harshness of the attack is really amazing
He deliberately used his six internal organs, ribs, broken his limbs, and destroyed his appearance, leaving his heart to survive."
The elders of the seven clans hated Ye Ge to the core and wanted to whip Ye Ge to death. They were afraid of the people behind Ye Ge and did not dare to kill Ye Ge. Even so, the elders of the seven clans did not intend to let Ye Ge go.
Every whip of the seven clan elders was very organized, from the fractures of the limbs to the severe damage of the internal organs, especially the face that was similar to Qingge, was destroyed by the whip.
He did save Ye Ge's life, and at the same time he also waived Ye Ge, and was destined to lie on the bed all his life and could not get up again.
Soon after, the sound of discussion sounded again in the silent palace.
The man asked again—
“When will it be restored?”
"That depends on how many years you need for your limbs and internal organs."
"Where is the face?"
"As long as the price is in place, you will definitely be satisfied."
"Um."
Ye Ge, who lost his arms and internal organs, was almost necrotic in the palace, lay calmly on the bed without moving, his eyes looking at the top of the sky hopelessly, and two lines of tears flowed down.
In order to survive and to be rich and prosperous, she experienced too much pain and climbed out of the abyss of despair, just to be admired by others one day.
The limbs and internal organs that were once frozen and cracked were removed and reinstalled, and only one head belonged to me and was brought out from my womb.
Now, there are hundreds of whippings that prevent her from standing up, and she will remove her bones and internal organs again.
Ye Ge closed his eyes and made a hysterical sound again.
Footsteps sounded, and a figure slowly walked in. The man was wearing a purple robe and tall. There seemed to be a mist in the air covering people's eyes. He could not see the person's eyebrows, eyes and appearance.
He stretched out his hands with distinct joints and gently stroked Ye Ge's cheeks wrapped around the soft white cloth.
"Thanks for your hard work."
“…”
Ye Ge heard the words of comfort and looked at him with tears in his eyes. "Don't be afraid, don't be wronged. I will get back the grievances you have suffered from those people. I will tear off their bones and give them to you.
Make the most beautiful hairpins in the world, make their flesh and blood for you to protect the cold, and use the enemy's freshness
Blood makes the best wine in the world. Sleep with peace of mind, my kind girl, wait for you to wake up, and the beauty is still in the wind."
The man's voice was particularly gentle, very light, comforting Ye Ge as if he was coaxing a child.
A happy smile gradually appeared on the face wrapped around soft cloth, as if she had a beautiful dream. In the dream, she was drinking bright red wine, wearing a bloody and gorgeous dress, with a hairpin with a slanted bone hairpin, in the wind
A smile of victory was raised.
Another man walked out of the door, carrying a sandalwood box, and a decoration hanging on the left, the size of his fingertips, was a little doll with a devil's smile on his cheek.
He opened the box next to him, took out various sharp knives and tools, and walked towards the bed.
"Master, thank you for your hard work."
"You should believe my skills."
...
Lower plane, four stars.
Qingge and his group walked out of the plane tunnel and came to the sky above the four stars.
The sky is dark blue, decorated with stars, and a bright moon hangs among the clouds.
The moment I returned to my hometown, Qingge even felt that the air in my hometown was fresh and beautiful.
Qingge's eyes were slightly red, and she looked down at her head and pursed her lips tightly, not knowing what it felt in her heart. She was excited, excited, and a little melancholy.
Grandpa's illness has not been completely cured yet. The lonely old man brewed plum wine and cooked food repeatedly. He sat on the threshold of the Ye Mansion compound in the lonely evening, looking ahead with his eyes blankly, as if waiting for something.
Occasionally, when a pedestrian passes by, grandpa's eyes will lit up. When he looks up, the figure that catches his eyes is a completely stranger. The light in the old man's eyes is like an extinguished candlelight, which suddenly disappears, losing his focal length again, and the hole is empty.
Looking at the front of the yard
The scenery.
The dusk was gone, and the white moon was on the beginning of the white moon. The old man sat on the threshold as always holding plum wine, with a lonely expression on his wrinkled face.
There was a faint fragrance of plum wine in front of the door, and even the spirit butterflies flying by were a little drunk. Ye Qingtian held a pot of plum wine and was reluctant to drink it, even if the wine cellar was full of plum wine.
It's already night.
Ye Qingtian sighed melancholy, lowered his eyes, thinking that he would have to go back in a while, otherwise he would listen to the old witch who was nagging and quarreling again.
But he seemed to have become accustomed to sitting here, as if he had expectations in his heart, even if he was disappointed again and again.
If you think about it carefully, the feeling of waiting is also very wonderful, even if you are disappointed countless times.
The cool breeze at night stirred up the white hair of the blue sky, and the white hair was full of the sorrow of time.
A life of losing a wife and a child is really miserable.
My beloved granddaughter has already carried her luggage and walked away for her dream with her big knife.
No matter how reluctant Ye Qingtian was, he should not stop his granddaughter from pursuing the future she deserved.
Our old Ye family has many talented people.
This was his only relief.
Ye Qingtian leaned against the lintel, with white hair and drowsy.
The ears moved slightly, as if a little footsteps sounded.
Ye Qingtian knew that another group of people might be passing by the gate of Ye Mansion.
The last column is here.
Ye Qingtian smiled bitterly, looked down at the jar filled with plum wine in his hand, and chuckled without saying a word.
Somewhat is too exhausted.
Anyway, the results are the same, Ye Qingtian no longer looks up.
A beautiful person walked in front of Ye Qingtian in the cool night.
"Grandpa." The woman's soft voice sounded.
Ye Qingtian was slightly stunned, a little stunned, and laughed at himself for a moment, whispering: "It's really old, and there are always some hallucinations."
Hearing Ye Qingtian's voice talking to himself, Qingge's nasal cavity was slightly sour, and tears could not help but burst out from his red eyes.
Qingge turned around and looked at the other end of the street. The night was faint and the long street was lonely. Qingge raised his hand and wiped away the tears at the end of his eyes.
Her grandfather...
During those difficult days, it was him who gave her the affection she had always hoped for.
Ye Jingfeng on one side has felt a feeling of being close to homesickness since he appeared in the plane tunnel. However, at the moment when he saw Ye Qingtian's head full of white hair, all his fear disappeared completely, leaving only
Full of guilt and pain.
He has never repaid his grace for many years of raising him.
In the past twenty years, it has not appeared in four stars.
If his daughter had not had the ability, she might not have had time to visit the four-star father he missed for many years.
He owed too many people in his lifetime.
He gradually remembered that when he left the Four Stars, every time Ye Qingtian grew some white hair, he would look for some medicines from the world to dye his hair black.
He always smiled and said: Dad, when you are old, you have to obey your old age.
Ye Qingtian hated such words the most. Every time he would chase him with a bamboo stick and run around the yard and beat him up.
Now, my father's hair has turned white and his face is full of wrinkles.
Ye Jingfeng was crying, and the emotions that had accumulated over the years erupted. He bent his legs and knelt in front of Ye Qingtian.
"Dad, Unfilial is back."
The night was filled with tears.
Ye Qingtian's calm and rippled mood finally became turbulent. He raised his head and looked at Ye Jingfeng, staring at him with big eyes. After a long time, Ye Qingtian suddenly shrank back: "Oh my God, there is a ghost."
Ye Jingfeng: "..." Is it really my own father? All the longing and guilt have been transformed into another strange atmosphere.
Even Qingge twitched his mouth wildly, and looked at Ye Qingtian helplessly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: What an old naughty boy.
Ye Qingtian was so scared that he carried the wine pot and used all his strength to hold the door lintel, and kept leaning back: "Wuhen, Wuhen, come quickly, there is a ghost."
Qingge: "..."
Qingge touched his chin and looked at Ye Jingfeng deeply. The tears that were about to shed actually held back.
This seems to be a little different from the warm picture she imagined about recognizing relatives?
Something went wrong...
Ye Wuhen hurried over, holding the weapons in his hands, staring at the people outside the courtyard with caution: "Who dares to be arrogant at the feet of the emperor!"
When Ye Wuhen saw Qingge, he was stunned, lowered his hand, and murmured tentatively: "Qing... Qingge..."
"Grandpa, it's Ge'er, it's Ge'er back." Ye Wuhen threw away his weapons and grabbed Ye Qingtian's sleeve excitedly and shook it.
Ye Qingtian impatiently threw away Ye Wuhen, protected the plum wine jar in his arms, and looked at Ye Wuhen unhappily: "Why are you, a child, so you are so irritable that you fell off the wine your sister likes to drink
, be careful that I will beat you to death.”
"Ge'er, grandpa, look, that's your granddaughter Qingge." Ye Wuhen didn't dare to touch Ye Qingtian, but he was anxious and said hurriedly.
"Go'er?"
Ye Qingtian's eyes flashed slightly, and he blinked before looking at Qingge.
Among the people, he only saw Ye Qingge, his granddaughter who had been thinking about for a long time.
Ye Qingtian looked at Ye Jingfeng again, and then saw Ye Qingtian glaring at the people around him and walking towards Qingge. The old man carefully put the wine jar aside, stretched out his left and right hands, gently holding Qingge's hand with one hand,
Holding Jiuci's back coat, he hurried back to the Ye Mansion, while walking, muttering: "You two furry children are really uneasy. In the middle of the night, it is the place where ghosts appear. See,
Your unjustly dead father has come back to collect the debt.”
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