Following the funny and grand wedding, Beiyue was boiling again, and the guest of the Colosseum, the woman who had been glimpsed in the West Sea, was actually the third lady of the night family......

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The carriage inlaid with four rubies drove slowly forward in the deserted streets, and in the silent alleys there were only the voices of watchmen, and occasionally patrolling guards walked by with torches held high, and the flames were demonic, and the thick night seemed to be condensed in magma and began to distort.

Inside the carriage.

Qingge pursed her lips tightly, sat side by side with Ye Wuxi, silently looked at the old man sitting opposite, Ye Qingtian closed his eyes to rest, the wrinkles on his face were a little more at some point, his beard, eyebrows, and hair were all the same white, as if frost and snow had fallen all over his head, Qingge lowered his head, his eyes fell on the white hair hanging on his shoulders, the price of the contract lunar eclipse Ding was these three thousand white hairs, from now on, it was also a symbol of her identity.

"Grandpa." After a long time, Qingge spoke.

Ye Qingtian still closed his eyes and didn't say a word.

"You already knew Nameless was me, didn't you?" Although it was a question sentence, she asked with great certainty.

"You're my granddaughter, wouldn't I know?"

Ye Qingtian suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at Qingge, Qingge was slightly stunned, and a rich smile appeared in his eyes after a while.

"Whether it's nameless or night song, aren't they all my granddaughters?" Ye Qingtian raised his hand to wipe the blood on Qingge's forehead and said.

Qingge pursed her lips, her mind turned a thousand times, and when she heard these words, the wisp of ghost secretly hidden in this body seemed to tremble.

"Qingge, you're hiding deep enough."

Ye Wuxian smiled: "I used to think about the origin of Nameless, but I didn't expect that Nameless, who is famous all over the world, would be my sister." ”

"Proud?" Qingge leaned back on the mat, her face covered in scarlet blood, and she smiled like a flower.

"Pride."

As Night Without a Trace spoke, the carriage came to a sudden halt.

Night home, arrived.

Tu is in full bloom, clustered into flowers, the night is deep, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

Ye Qingtian and the two sent the light song back to the Fengyue Pavilion, Ye Qingcheng had already ordered someone to make a soup soup and wait in the room, for a day, she was walking around the house, her heart was like numbness, Anu came from time to time to pass the news, and explained the scene of the battle.

Her hands were injured, her flesh and blood were blurred, and if it weren't for Qingge inviting a doctor from the royal family, I'm afraid that these hands would be useless and she would never be able to play the piano again.

She was overjoyed to hear the news of Qingge's victory, and when she heard the sound of the two vermilion lacquer doors of Fengyue Pavilion opening, she couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart and immediately opened the door.

After Qingge said goodbye to Ye Wuxian and Ye Qingtian, he turned around and walked towards the room, standing at the door, his hand was not yet on the door, the red door was opened without warning, Qingge looked at the woman standing in front of the threshold in a daze, the woman's hands were drugged and wrapped in a white cloth, and there were faint blood stains overflowing under the white cloth.

"Didn't it give you a good rest?" Qingge frowned and said.

The battle of the Four Dynasties was terrifying step by step, and she was afraid that the night would fall into the city and do something to hurt herself again, so she didn't let her watch the battle, locked her in the Fengyue Pavilion, and ordered Anu to take people to guard outside.

On that day's wedding, when Mei Qingchen left, she saw that Ye Chengcheng desperately stopped Mei Qingchen's actions, and she knew it.

It's just ridiculous that she went to rescue Nightfall City because the name was similar to Mei Qingchen, but now, Mei Qingchen abandoned her, but she didn't even want her life for her.

"Win?" Nightfall asked.

"Win?"

Qingge nodded, and the light inside the door shone on her face, reflecting a pair of apricot eyes shining.

"It's good to win, there is freshly boiled bird's nest soup on the table, you can drink it while it's hot." Nightfall City took a step to the side, making room for Qingge.

Qingge pursed her lips and glanced at Ye Chengcheng complicatedly, walked to the table stillly, sat down, picked up the bowl and began to drink, swallowing dates, after a day of fighting, she was really tired and hungry.

After drinking, Qingge put the bowl on the table with satisfaction and licked his lips, "After the end of the Great War of the Four Dynasties, if I am still alive, I will go to the Jialan Academy, what about you, do you want to go with me?" ”

She doesn't have to worry about anyone else, but she can't let go of this seemingly stubborn woman who is actually more fragile than anyone else.

The night is clear and jade, and she seems to be cold and cold-hearted, but Qingge knows that she values love and righteousness more than anyone else, and can live and die together.

"Where you are, I am." Nightfall almost blurted out.

"Okay."

Qingge slapped the table and stood up, grinning, the snow-colored teeth glowing with white light, "Follow me, there is wine and meat!" ”

The night fell into the city's eyes and smiled tactfully.

In this life, she has nothing else to ask for, only such a wish.

It was only later, when she saw that the girl who had always been bright was tortured into a non-human and ghost-like appearance, that she knew that what she wanted in this life was to become strong, at least to protect her.

In the second half of the night, Qingge lay on the bed, her eyes were wide open, looking at the ceiling indifferently, her hands under the brocade quilt clutched the sheets, as if she had used her life's strength, and her nails seemed to be embedded in the flesh, but her face was as usual, and she became more and more indifferent.

In the void space, Ji Yue held a jar of wine that she had brought from somewhere, and reclined on the Nine Dragons Throne, her face was so drunk that her face was crimson, and her evil eyes looked towards the void, blurred and empty.

As she said.

He was a part of her body, but she always looked forward, how could she see him living in darkness?

But when she was discouraged and died, he could amuse her with a word.

The cool breeze of the cold night blew through the willows in front of the window, the branches were crossed together, the shadows were sparse, mottled into broken jade, the light veil in front of the window kept dancing, a figure sat suddenly in front of the window, he stretched one leg straight, one leg bent, the slender and beautiful hand on the knee, under the pitch-black cloak, the dark blue eyes glowed with a treacherous light, and the other eye was covered by a black blindfold.

Like a ghost in the middle of the night, the ghost is endless, Qingge is lying on the bed, his eyes are still looking at the ceiling, the moonlight falls into the house through the window lattice and the man's figure, dim and gloomy.

The moment the man appeared, Qingge closed his eyes, and his eyelashes covered his eyelids, and the shadow was thick.

"Sad? The person who said he was going to go to the end with you, left you alone on the wedding day for another woman, gave you a grand wedding, and gave you a joke. ”

"Sad?" The man asked again.

The sound was like the sound of mandala flowers rubbing against each other in the Gloomy Mansion, navy blue eyes, dark cloaks, and robes dragging in front of the window......

He looked indifferently at the girl lying on the cold bed, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a hint of ridicule.

He said it a long time ago.

With Mei Qingchen, she will never recover, and she will regret it.

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