Fengyue Pavilion has the fragrance of plum blossoms in winter, peach blossoms in summer, and golden peonies that bloom all year round. It is so beautiful that it is like a fairyland on earth, and the direct descendants of the Ye family are envious.
There was a knock on the door, and Ye Qingge's eyes turned cold. She slowly put on a clean dark green gown before opening the door.
A maid in green clothes stood outside the door. When she saw Ye Qingge, she was a little impatient and said displeasedly: "Miss Third, you really made this slave wait so easily. You don't really think that just because the eldest elder loves you, you can do it right here."
Is Beiyue Kingdom lawless?"
This person is Lu He, Ye Qingqing's caring maid, who often bullies Ye Qingge.
Ye Qingge has a cowardly temperament. Everyone in Ye's family is not kind to her in front of Ye Qingtian, but secretly they target her in various ways. Sometimes they even don't have enough to eat and are beaten. These maids are also tricky.
When they torture Ye Qingge, they don't use whips or sticks, but sticks and needles, leaving you in pain without any wounds. The method is really high.
Ye Qingge glanced at Lu He lightly and said, "It's like a dog relying on human power."
She said a lukewarm word and walked towards the corridor indifferently. She naturally knew the reason why Lu He came to see her. It was just that she appeared disheveled in Huarong Lane today, which embarrassed the Ye family.
The key figures of the Ye family must be waiting for her to go and prepare to question her.
When Lu He heard Ye Qingge insulting him, he suddenly felt angry and angry. He didn't know where the courage came from. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Ye Qingge's hair and said angrily: "A dog is relying on human power? How dare you, a loser,
Do you think I am relying on my strength? Without the Great Elder, who are you, Ye Qingge? You are not just letting us bully you."
Ye Qingge frowned slightly, suddenly reached out and grabbed Lu He's wrist, and bent it hard...
Click!
The sound of broken bones sounded, and Lu He screamed, her wrist was broken.
"Ye Qingge, you..." Lu He was furious, but he met Ye Qingge's eyes. Those pupils were as dark as ink and as silent as dead water. They seemed to be able to see through everything. They were as cold and sharp as a sword.
Make her fearful.
No! This look definitely does not belong to Ye Qingge.
"You're not Ye Qingge, who are you?" Lu He blurted out.
"Whether it is Ye Qingge or not, how can you, a slave, guess on your own?" Ye Qingge sneered, turned and left.
As Ye Qingge walked away, she thought about the current situation. Ye Qingtian went into seclusion three months ago. The only person in the Ye family who could protect her was gone. The only person she could rely on now was herself.
The head of the Ye family is her second uncle. Although he looks kindly to her in front of Ye Qingtian, she can feel that he doesn't like her!
With this thought in mind, she arrived at the lobby of Ye's house. Before she even entered the door, Ye Qingge noticed the serious atmosphere inside. She knew that everyone was waiting for the moment when she was accused by thousands of people.
Ye Qingge opened the door, and the lobby was filled with people, including men, women, old and young, and direct relatives. As long as they could talk to Ye's family, basically everyone was present.
The middle-aged man sitting at the head of the table has knife-cut temples, slanting sword eyebrows, and a gray python robe covering his body. His majesty is spread out, and he is not angry but powerful. This man is the head of the Ye family, Ye Zhengxiong.
Ye Qingge walked into the house, and Ye Zhengxiong drank fragrant tea from a blue and white porcelain cup, calmly and leisurely.
People around looked at Ye Qingge with disdain.
Ye Qingge walked steadily. The first thing she saw when she entered the door was Butler Lin, who was kneeling at Ye Zhengxiong's feet. She glanced at Ye Qingqing from the corner of her eye. Ye Qingqing was standing outside, raising her chin slightly with pride.
, looking at the night and singing softly. (To be continued)