The third miss of the Ye family - at least the third miss of the Ye family five years ago, is a silly girl.

In the Midyear Festival that year, the silly girl Ye Qinzhu, like other girls, got up in the morning to wash, say goodbye, play, and was taken out of the house by her grandmother.

It's just that this one made a big mess - Miss Ye Jiasan was lost when she put the river lantern.

The next morning, the third lady of the Ye family was recovered, and she was covered in alcohol, her clothes were wrapped in fresh soil, and what she said was not in the horse's mouth.

And what happened to the three young ladies on the day of the Midyear Festival, no one in the Ye family knew.

Ye Qinzhu saw the little girl in red again—to be precise, he saw himself.

Although she knew that she was the same person as this stupid female doll, she couldn't help but cover her face when she saw Ye Qinzhu leaving her grandmother's side and jumping around.

This doll who stepped into the goldfish pond with one foot and sat on the ground and cried was definitely not her!

Stepping into the pond, Ye Qinzhu wet his shoes and moved one foot deep and one foot shallow.

As she walked, she broke away from the crowd and onto a sparsely populated path.

The trail runs along the river and you can clearly see the river lights floating down from the upstream.

Blessed lights flickered, and a few glimmers gathered, illuminating the dim river at night.

It was a very beautiful picture, but it looked weird because of the empty section.

Because of fear, and because the socks were cold against the skin, Ye Qinzhu was so uncomfortable that he cried.

Tears and snot hung all over the girl's delicate face, and she wiped it hard, but she muddled her own hand.

The makeup carefully painted by the maids was ruthlessly ruined by Ye Qinzhu.

Seeing that her hands couldn't get rid of her discomfort, Ye Qinzhu chose the second method - wiping it with a handkerchief.

Pulling the brocade around him casually, Ye Qinzhu buried his face in one breath, rubbed it vigorously, and wiped off the filth.

By the way, I blew my nose and felt comfortable.

Ye Qinzhu, who was still drinking with Yang Qingjue just now, seemed to be floating in the water, watching the girl with her face on her face, doing such a thing that people and gods were angry about.

She seemed to be drunk, and fell asleep to the smell of wine. When he became conscious, he was immersed in this boundless dream, looking at this Ye Qinzhu who couldn't bear to look at him directly.

The characters in the dream are all blurry, but only the girl's face is very clear.

She cries, laughs, and does stupid things without any scruples, and sometimes even makes Ye Qinzhu himself gear up.

Most of the men and women in the script, meeting for the first time or breaking the bridge, or the hall, bring unparalleled amazement to both parties.

But Ye Qinzhu never expected that the first time he and Yang Qingjue met was a boy with blood at the corner of his mouth and a silly girl with blinking eyes.

The girl's big eyes reflected the blush at the corners of the boy's mouth.

His face was as white as snow, and his lips were red as blood. The young man in white stared at her indifferently in the boundless night, like a ghost with an unquenched grudge.

In this year's Midyear Festival, the third lady of the Ye family was nine years old, and the seventh son of Emperor Anping of Ning Guo was thirteen years old.

Ye Qinzhu, who was outside the dream, understood why no one had passed this road, and normal people would see a ghost-like shadow on Halloween, and they would probably protect themselves and choose another road.

The only one who dares to break into here is this stupid girl.

The nine-year-old Miss Ye Jiasan stared at Yang Qingjue with wide eyes, her eyes flickering, and she was still holding the sleeve that had just wiped her face.

Since she regained consciousness, Ye Qinzhu has never seen Yang Qingjue's eyes at this time.

It was as cold as a piece of ice that would not melt for thousands of years, and it was obviously just a little doll, but it exuded an aura that no one could approach, dispersing all the creatures around him who tried to get close.

The female doll with the ball-haired hair glared at him vigorously, Yang Qingjue's gaze only stayed on the girl's face for half a moment, and then she withdrew her gaze, her thin lips were closed, and she was silent.

The female doll looked left and right, took a step back, and stepped forward.

Ye Qinzhu's behavior of stepping on the embroidered shoes that can squeeze out water was all taken in by Yang Qingjue.

The girl in red raised her hand and hesitantly gestured. The pose is so comical that it makes people wonder what a doll is going to do in front of this ghost-looking man?

Could it be that she really took him for a ghost and tried to take him in?

Yang Qingjue sneered in her heart, but her face was silent. He bent his legs and half-squatted, tilting his head to look at the petite girl.

Before he could speak, he saw the girl look suddenly enlightened.

Ye Qinzhu lifted the sleeves of his red coat, pulled out the inner sleeves, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out his hand to Yang Qingjue's face.

What is this new ghost hunting method ......?

The soft fabric touched the corners of Yang Qingjue's mouth, Ye Qinzhu's face was full of seriousness, and he seriously wiped off the blood stains on the corners of Yang Qingjue's mouth.

The smile on the little girl's face bloomed like a flower, her big apricot eyes narrowed, she took a few steps back, looked at the young man who had been wiped off the bloodstain with satisfaction, and clapped her hands happily.

Flowers and moons.

"Beautiful!"

"What......" Yang Qingjue thought he had heard it wrong, and subconsciously asked rhetorically.

"You're so good-looking, like a Snow White!" Ye Qinzhu clapped his hands excitedly, and subconsciously tugged at Yang Qingjue's sleeve, "Little brother, who is your surname? Where do you live? It's gloomy here, aren't you afraid?"

"I heard that the Midyear Festival is a ghost festival, the Buddha will come, and the ghosts are not far behind. Little brother, you are here alone, your family will be worried. ”

I didn't think of him as a ghost at all...... Moreover, it is clear that she is also here alone, why do you blame him.

"Which girl are you from?, and why are you here?" Yang Qingjue asked rhetorically with a calm face.

This girl is very strange, she doesn't seem to be a spirit master, but when she sees a man, she doesn't dodge or dodge, but takes the initiative to meet her.

If she is Yang Qinghan's person, Yang Qingjue doesn't believe that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will have such a superb little girl by his side.

If it weren't for the girl's smile that was so gorgeous, Yang Qingjue almost thought that she was a ghost wandering in the world, and deliberately came to talk to him.

"Ye Qinzhu. The girl replied crisply, "It's not a bamboo that is difficult to write, it's a bamboo that is fragrant and bookish." ”

Ye Qinzhu, the third lady of Ye Mansion. At the age of three, he couldn't speak, at the age of five, he couldn't even memorize a poem, when he was eight years old, there was a rumor that the third lady was a fool in the capital, and at the age of nine, he saw Yang Qingjue who came out of Moqin Academy.

"What about you, what about you, brother, what's your name?" Ye Qinzhu blinked his eyes, tugging at Yang Qingjue's sleeve stupidly, envious of his slender and white hands.

"Wang Yu. Yang Qingjue picked up a branch and traced it on the ground, "Three horizontal and one vertical king, Jin Yuyu." I don't know if Ye Qinzhu didn't understand, the little girl nodded frantically with a blank face.

She quickly forgot about the difficulty of remembering Wang Yu's name and happily moved on to the next topic. "Brother, aren't you alone here?

Yang Qingjue raised her eyebrows slightly, but she didn't react to what Ye Qinzhu said. "My eldest brother said that I was young, and my family disliked me for being stupid and didn't let me touch wine at all. ”

Ye Qinzhu's words were not in the horse's mouth, and Yang Qingjue couldn't imagine how a girl locked in the boudoir realized the thing "wine".

"But they're all wrong!" Ye Qinzhu's assertion was sonorous and powerful, "I'm the legendary person who doesn't get drunk with a thousand cups, and the people in the rivers and lakes say ...... Weigh ......"

She showed a momentary emptiness, as if she was sorrowful and confused. Ye Qinzhu scratched his head, agonizing over what he had forgotten.

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Qingyun Bangmu has it, and it is expected to be on the shelves next Friday