"Ji Yue, I also hope that you can wear this not-so-prime jade pendant, remember its true meaning, and never forget it at any time, strong, brave, noble and honest."
Yan Bitong's voice was gentle and calm, and her eyes were quietly looking at Ji Yue: "Ge'er is my daughter, and I also believe that you will be her beloved."
"The children in the world are all the flesh of their parents' hearts. Girls need to be cared for, and men are the same."
"I won't want you to stand up and hold up with difficulty like the mother of ordinary families."
"I hope you and Ge'er can work together, no matter how many bumps there are in the future, you can go through it together."
"You should depend on each other, love each other, know each other, stay with each other, and believe in each other no matter what happens, and never shake the rock in your heart."
“…”
After Yan Bitong finished speaking, she personally put this jade pendant on Ji Yue.
The demon god was quite moved and looked at Yan Bitong with appreciation.
"No wonder Ge'er is so outstanding. He has such a perfect elder." said the demon god.
Yan Bitong's words were in the heart of the demon god. Ji Yue was her child. She would teach Ji Yue to stand tall. If Yan Bitong could feel more sorry for Ji Yue, the demon god would only be happier.
The jade pendant on Ji Yue's waist and the precious jade hairpin between her hair, exudes a crystal clear and bright luster under the moonlight.
"The wedding letter has been sent, and the recruitment of Zhijing Tea is considered a ritual." Feng Qizun said in the back.
On one side, the Seventh Palace King frowned, and the expression on his face was quite complicated.
He looked at Ji Yue, but he stopped talking. He had something to say, but he was stuck in his throat.
Linglong is very smart and can tell at a glance what is thinking in the head of the Seventh Palace King.
Logically speaking, the King of Seven Palaces is considered an elder or a grandfather, so Ji Yue should give him a cup of tea.
But Ji Yue's identity was there, and the demon god was beside him. The Seventh Palace King really didn't dare to sit on him and ordered the grandson-in-law to give him a cup of tea.
Unless the Seventh Palace King doesn't want his life.
Seeing that the ceremony was about to end, the Seventh Palace King was so sad.
The demon god was careful and glanced at the Seventh Palace King indifferently and asked, "What's wrong with the Seventh King? Why do you look bad?"
The Seventh Palace King waved his hand quickly, "Maybe it was because of the nightmare that I was frightened last night and didn't sleep well."
The demon god said oh, and his legs overlapped.
A smile slid across Feng Qizun's eyes.
The demon god is interesting. He knows what the Seventh Palace King is thinking, but he pretends not to know.
The demon god has a clear distinction between love and hate, and this move is also because he knows that the Seventh Palace King has never stayed well overnight, and is just a granddaughter he has recognized recently.
Qingge pursed her lips tightly, this matter was a difficult problem.
Before entering the genealogy of the Seven Kings, Qingge had no grandfather in his eyes. Even though he was about to enter the Seven Kings Mansion, he had plans in his heart.
She planned to seek justice for her grandfather.
Can--
What makes the world so hard that nowadays, she recognizes her husband more and more and regards him as a crucial relative.
Qingge pondered for a long time, looked at Ji Yue sideways, nodded, and walked towards the Seventh Palace King, "Grandpa, why don't you sit down and have tea?"
The Seventh Palace King was stunned and pointed at himself, "Can grandpa?"
"Why can't the unique grandfather in the world?" Qingge asked back.
The Five Kings Thunder God said: "What are you going to be slow? Why don't you sit down quickly?"
"Yes, Lao Qiwang, the girl wants to offer you tea." Lao Ba Wang said.
Princess Linglong sat down on the chair with a smile on her lips, "Didn't your father hear it? Ge'er said, you are the only grandfather in the world."
The King of Seven Palaces had a slightly red eyes, tears filled his eyes, and his thoughts were moved. He looked at Ye Qingge deeply.
He didn't care about this granddaughter in vain.
And besides that, there is a lot of guilt.
In the past twenty years, he has not fulfilled his grandfather's responsibilities and must take good care of her in the future.
I don’t want her to suffer any of the sufferings and grievances in the world.
Ji Yue was willing to kneel on one knee, "Grandpa, please have tea."
The Seventh Palace King took the teacup's hand and shook constantly. He sprinkled half of the tea outside. The Seventh Palace King felt very distressed.
The King of the Seventh Palace raised his head and drank the tea. He looked at Ji Yue and remembered something important and said, "Good boy, my grandfather didn't have time to prepare anything for you. I'll give it to you."
Ji Yue: "..." This gift is really big.
Xiao Baozi tilted his head and looked at the Seventh Palace King. His great-grandfather clearly gave him the Seventh Palace.
Forget it.
They are all their own family, so there is no need to fight for anything.
At a young age, he is so smart and sensible.
Thinking of this, Xiao Baozi sighed lightly with an old-fashioned look.
Mo Xie and Dongling Cod looked at each other, all of them were suspicious
Looking at the little bun, I wonder what this guy was thinking about in his little head.
The court of the royal palace was very lively, and the princess Minghuang looked sinister. Nan Xun, who was mixed in the crowd, tore his sleeves torn apart, and his teeth were itchy when he hated him.
Princess Minghuang looked at the happy scene and felt extremely depressed, and she felt like she was carrying a huge rock in her heart.
She couldn't even breathe fresh air.
Every breathing hurts heartily.
Princess Minghuang sneaked away.
She went outside the gate, sat in the carriage, took out a little man full of needles, and stabbed him hard several times.
The yellow paper on the villain's body remembered Ye Qingge's birthday.
Princess Minghuang gave more than a dozen needles in succession.
"Ye Qingge, go to die."
Her lips moved silently and cursed quietly.
Just at this moment.
"The God of Pingxi is here."
Pacify the God of West.
Princess Ming Emperor suddenly looked up, his eyes glowing, and murmured to himself: "Isn't that the God of War in the Heavens?"
It was the God of War she chose.
Princess Minghuang lifted up the curtain of the carriage and hurried down, but saw the God of War in the Heavens leading a row of magical weapons in front of the mansion.
Prince Minghuang was in a hurry and rushed, but he didn't react for a while and sprained his ankle.
She fell head-down and grabbed her shoulder with one hand.
"Girl, is that okay?" A magnetic voice sounded in his ears, and Princess Minghuang's cheeks turned red.
She turned her head and saw the man wearing armor, half a silver mask on his face, revealing half of his delicate face, and a pair of deep eyes as deep as ink paintings.
Princess Minghuang was breathing very hard, and her heartbeat was also accelerating. Her ankle sprained and she couldn't walk normally.
"Are you from the Seventh Prince's Mansion?" asked the God of War in Zhutian.
"I am the eldest daughter of the Seven Kings, Emperor Ming." Emperor Ming whispered, and a little bird leaned lightly against the God of War in the Heavens, "Oh" sounded.
The God of War in the Heavens supported her.
Princess Ming Huang wanted to refuse and greet him, "Hug... Sorry..."
"Can't you walk?" asked the God of War in the sky in a deep voice.
Princess Minghuang nodded.
"Ah..." Princess Minghuang exclaimed.
The God of War in the Heavens picked her up in the waist and gradually walked forward, passing through both sides of the stone lion, stepping across the high threshold.
In the eyes of the God of War in the heavens, a cold light was fleeting, with a hint of mockery.