chewed on the words of the light song, Ye Qingtian clapped his hands and laughed: "That's good, what a bullshit princess, it's not uncommon for us to sing lightly, whoever wants to be whom." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

When Qingge made a family agreement with Beiyue Ming, he didn't agree, how could the innate superiority of the children of the royal family be willing to marry an ugly girl? And a marriage based on unwillingness will only torment each other.

Qingge smiled and looked at the startled night blue sky.

This is her grandfather, her backer.

A black figure stormed into the house through the window, kneeling on one knee at the feet of Ye Qingtian, the man's voice was hoarse and ugly, but he was majestic, not angry but mighty, "The head of the family, Chu Yang is in the main hall, preparing to thoroughly investigate the case of the third young lady." ”

Hearing this, Qingge put on his robe and prepared to go to the main hall with Ye Qingtian, Ye Qingtian frowned and said unhappily: "Xiao Ge'er, you just have a good rest here, with grandpa here, no one dares to disturb your rest." ”

Qingge hooked his lips, and a light smile bloomed into the corners of his mouth, and the clouds were light and natural, "Grandpa, your strength in this retreat is strong, and there are almost no people in the whole country who can compete with you, but you are already highly meritorious, if you don't restrain your temperament, you are afraid that some people will think that grandpa threatens his throne." ”

Ye Qingtian was surprised, how could this young girl see so deeply? He looked at Qingge in a daze, but Qingge shrugged his shoulders, walked towards the door, walked to the lintel, saw that Ye Qingtian was still standing in a daze, beckoned, and said, "Grandpa, hurry up." ”

In the main hall of the night house, the breeze blows from the window lattice, the peach blossoms outside the window are scorching and blooming, the fragrance is pleasant and refreshing, and the landscape painting on the screen is like a thick stroke in the torrent of history, a scene of circulation.

Chu Yang sat on the chair, tasting the tea made by Lin Chen, the fragrance of tea rose from the mouth of the cup, spreading wantonly, and this room was filled with the fragrance of nothing.

Or the fragrance of tea, or the peach blossom anger.

Night Feather sat on the side, her eyes looking towards the door from time to time, looking forward to the brilliance.

The footsteps sounded, and the grandfather and grandson walked into the main hall one after the other, Chu Yang saw this, put down the teacup and got up, and said with a smile: "Brother Night, you are here." Looking at Qingge behind Ye Qingtian, "Qingge is recovering well, and his face is very ruddy." ”

"My Qingge has just recovered from a serious illness, you better hurry up if you want to ask anything, otherwise Qingge will be uncomfortable, believe it or not, I will lift your criminal law library." Ye Qingtian sat down on the side, put his hands around his arms, and said.

Chu Yang laughed, "Brother Night's temper is still the same as before. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Qingge and asked, "Qingge, you told Grandpa Chu that Ye Qingqing and Zhang Yuerou died because of this." ”

Qingge's back was straight, and her face was like frost, "Zhang Yuerou's daughter once spoke for me, Ye Qingqing ruined Jingjing's appearance with resentment, and stabbed six or seven blood holes in her, Zhang Yuerou was angry and wanted to fight with Ye Qingqing but died in Ye Qingqing's hands, when I dared to go, I saw this scene, and I had killing intent in my heart." ”

"If that's the case, the Lord of the Night House has wronged you." Chu Yang stroked his beard, thoughtful.

Ye Yu suddenly said in a strange way: "Aunt Zhang and Ye Qingqing are dead, no matter how you say it, you are right, anyway, there is no proof that you are dead." ”

Ye Qingtian frowned, his gaze swept coldly over Ye Yu's body, the aura was suddenly released, and Ye Yu's face changed, and he was immediately silenced.

The entrance was suddenly kicked open, the man dressed in black with a black cloth on his face was holding the panicked Ye Jingjing with a pale face in one hand, and walking into the main hall with a corpse that bled to death with seven orifices in the other, he threw the corpse in his hand on the ground at will, hugged Ye Jingjing lightly, knelt on one knee in front of Ye Qingtian, and said: "Master, when the slave rushed there, I happened to see this person wanting to kill Miss." ”

The light song comforted Ye Jingjing, and the slender palm patted Ye Jingjing's back.

As soon as Ji Yue entered her body, she hurriedly told her that Ye Jingjing was in danger, and in the two days that Ji Yue was by Ye Jingjing's side, someone wanted to assassinate Ye Jingjing, if it weren't for Ji Yue's presence, Ye Jingjing would have returned to her hometown long ago.

After learning about this, Qingge immediately asked Ye Qingtian to send the personal guard shadow to bring Ye Jingjing back, but fortunately, he went on time and saved Ye Jingjing's life.

Qingge looked at Ye Jingjing distressedly, Ye Jingjing's eyes were tearless, a little sluggish, her face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood, she lived like a porcelain doll, and it would break when she touched it.

Qingge rubbed Ye Jingjing's head, squinting at Night Feather on one side, Night Feather immediately retracted her gaze like an electric shock, and her eyes turned away.

The corners of Qingge's eyes rose, and the killing intent was permeated in the narrow phoenix eyes.

"Jingjing, you tell my sister, who killed your mother, and who caused the injuries on your body?" Ye Yu stepped forward and tried to reach out to hold Ye Jingjing's hand, but was slapped away by Qingge, Ye Yu glared at Qingge angrily, but the whole person was stunned in place as if petrified, and fell into Qingge's eyes.

Such a pair of pitch-black pupils, splashed with ink, rich and undispersed, the ancient well has no waves, like stagnant water, just one glance, it makes Ye Yu's heart flutter wildly, frightened, afraid to seep out of the bones.

"Ye Yu, if you say one more word, I will kill you." Qingge said coldly.

Ye Jingjing doesn't know the news of Zhang Yuerou's death for the time being, she has been unconscious for the past two days, only Ji Yue is by Ye Jingjing's side, Ye Jingjing is bruised and lonely, she will be strong until now, just because she is waiting for Zhang Yuerou to come home or for her to see her.

Now Ye Yu's words made Ye Jingjing's eyes widen, her whole body trembled, and her soul and body seemed to be separated.

"My mother is dead?" Night Jingjing's pink hand grabbed Qingge's collar.

Qingge was silent, she pinched Ye Jingjing's face, and said, "No, your mother kissed her and went to a far place." ”

"Really?" Ye Jingjing's mood gradually recovered, and asked.

Qingge nodded.

Night Feather was on the side, and his eyes were as dark and sharp as a falcon.

In front of Chu Yang and the Great Elder, Ye Qingge, a waste, dared to let her not get off the stage!

Anger rises from the heart to the side of the gall, and the strong killing intent is constantly strangled in the body, eager to break out of the body, and kill the night song without a whole body.

Miscellaneous orderly footsteps sounded outside the door, and a row of guards with knives wearing uniform clothes walked into the main hall, among which the first man standing in a black shirt with black cloud embroidered on his sleeves and a black grimace mask on his face was the man in front of the criminal law library that day, this person's name was Xia Yu, the head of the guards of the criminal law library, and Chu Yang's adopted son.

Xia Yu walked to the center of the main hall, respectfully saluted a few people in the sky with their fists, and then spoke loudly, his voice was clear and penetrating, "Lord Chu, we have already checked the bodies of Ye Qingqing and Zhang Yuerou, the injuries on Zhang Yuerou's body are all made of the Ling Han sword, the sword style is the Ling Han technique that Ye Qingqing learned, the move is vicious and fatal, and there is no mercy, and Ye Qingqing's wounds are difficult to judge, besides, Miss Ye San is not a cultivator, how can she kill the innate triple Ye Qingqing?" ”

He was anxious for a moment in front of the criminal law library that day, so he wanted to bring Ye Qingge to justice, but now that he thinks about it, it seems to be another matter.

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