Ye Qinzhu was in a coma for a whole day.

When she woke up suddenly, it was already noon the next day.

The doors and windows of her room were closed, and a girl in white sat at the head of the bed, with a package beside her.

"I'm leaving the Mochin Academy. Seeing Ye Qinzhu wake up, Ye Qinlan added lightly.

The rule of the academy is that if the death toll exceeds 10, the class will be interrupted and all the students will be sent home.

Ye Qinzhu slowly sat up from the bed.

"When will the courtyard door be opened. ”

"If you count the time, it's only a few minutes. Ye Qinlan replied.

Ye Qinzhu's eyes widened suddenly, he didn't care about explaining to Ye Qinlan, forgot about the muscles that were still sore, and jumped up from the head of the bed.

Kicking the window open, she rushed out of the house wrapped in a gown, and before she could even put it on.

She needed Yang Qingjue's explanation, and she couldn't figure out why her spiritual power had reached his body.

Even if there is a deep hatred between them, this is not something that Yang Qingjue can solve with an indifferent look.

With the memories of his previous life, he was stupid for fourteen years, and in the end he almost couldn't become a spirit master, what happened in it?

After passing countless strange or familiar students, Ye Qinzhu finally stood at the gate of Moqin Academy.

It was still a huge courtyard gate when I came, and countless carriages were waiting at the door.

With a turn of his eyes, Ye Qinzhu saw Wu Yong flicking his whip and driving a carriage through the traffic.

She took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Wu Yong.

"Wu Yong......"

Wu Yong, jumped over her head. ”

An indifferent voice came, and Ye Qinzhu could hear who it came from.

Wu Yong frowned, turned around and shouted in confusion: "Childe, this girl ...... after all"

"You don't understand what I'm saying?" The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and the good-looking eyebrows of the man in the pale red robe were furrowed, and his face was angry.

"Miss Ye Jiasan. Yang Qingjue finally looked at Ye Qinzhu, and his words were cold, making Ye Qinzhu break out in a cold sweat under the sun, "I made it clear here."

Your spiritual power is in me.

If you want to get your spiritual power back, it's very simple, kill me.

I want to be relieved of the pain, very simply, to kill you.

If you want me to remember my old feelings, please don't appear in front of me. ”

He lowered the curtain, and the killing intent slowly leaked out of the carriage.

Wu Yong sighed, glanced at Ye Qinzhu helplessly, said "yes", and rode his horse and whipped.

He whipped the horse, and the horse neighed, jumped high, and jumped over Ye Qinzhu's head.

Ye Qinzhu seemed to feel that the horse's hooves would step on her head in the next second, chopping her head like a watermelon, just like Yang Qingjue's cold expression at that time.

"Even if you are mad and don't want to say a word to me, please tell me what happened!" she turned and pointed to the dust in the distance, almost scolding.

"I'm not going to give up! I won't stop until I find out what you've done!"

"Miss Ye San, don't shout, everyone is watching. A sigh came from behind Ye Qinzhu.

Ye Qinzhu turned around, but saw a person wearing plain clothes, standing behind her.

"I've seen His Royal Highness the Third Prince. As long as Ye Qinzhu hasn't been mad, he knows that he should pay attention to etiquette at this time.

She bowed her head respectfully, and after saluting, she raised her head again, forcing her to look at Yang Qingtan.

"I wonder if His Royal Highness the Third Prince knows why Yang Qingjue became ill when he was young?"

Hearing Ye Qinzhu ask, Yang Qingtan lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, and considered the language.

"I don't know much about the details. But it is said that when he was four years old, once the Heavenly Supervisor predicted that a disaster star would come to the world soon, and the Seven Emperor Brothers took a bow and planned to shoot down the star to eliminate harm for the people, and his illness fell at that time. ”

Whether it was the fulfillment of the calamity upon him or the punishment of heaven, no one gave a clear answer. ”

"Your Royal Highness. Ye Qinzhu suddenly asked, "I remember that there was such a legend in the Xiuyi Continent - people who are reincarnated often descend on time in the form of meteors.

Could it be that this star shot by His Highness the Seven contains the three souls and seven spirits of the reincarnated person?"

"That's not good. Yang Qingtan only thought that she was telling a story, "If her soul is broken, then this person can only be stupid for the rest of his life." ”

"Obviously you may become a demon concubine of the country, but you can only be a fool for a lifetime, is this fortunate or unlucky?"

Ye Qinzhu smiled with him, stepped back a few steps to say goodbye, and returned to his room.

Ye Qinlan and Yang Qingyun were in the house, and when Ye Qinzhu came in, the two of them each took a package and beckoned to the third miss of the Ye family.

"Let's go, my big brother's men are waiting for us at the door. Although Ye Qinlan's face was lost, she still looked smiling.

Observing Ye Qinlan's expression, Ye Qinzhu guessed that Ye Sheng had not been able to come.

When she came, she was ready not to see her big brother for three years, and although only half a year has passed, she really misses her big brother.

The big brother didn't come, so the loss in his heart was naturally there.

But what Ye Qinzhu wanted to do more was to sit down with Yang Qingjue and have a good talk.

Listening to rumors shattered the meteor that carried her soul, and this was indeed wrong to him.

But although I have been stupid for 14 years, I finally returned to normal. But he is different, he has lived in extreme pain almost every day during this time, let alone now.

His spiritual power sensed that his master was going crazy and wanted to break through the restraints and burst out of Yang Qingjue's body, if it was said that Ye Qinzhu was not worried about Yang Qingjue, it would be impossible.

If what he said is true, it is really a life-and-death situation right now.

Only when Ye Qinzhu dies, the spiritual power in Yang Qingjue's body will disappear, if Ye Qinzhu is him, he should want to kill her at this time.

Ye Qinzhu couldn't help but wrap his hands around his shoulders and hug his trembling body.

The driver was a young man, and his eyebrows were very familiar.

"Miss Ye San, Miss Ye Er. As soon as Ye Qinzhu wanted to ask, the man introduced himself, "He Yu in Xia." ”

"He Yu?" Ye Qinzhu hadn't entered the carriage yet, so he couldn't help but ask, "What is the relationship between you and He Huan?"

"He Huan is the younger sister, and she was entrusted by the eldest prince to come to Moqin Academy to protect the two young ladies. He Yu explained, and then a trace of sadness flashed across his face, "It's a pity that the little sister is incompetent, not only failed to protect the two young ladies, but died here." ”

Ye Qinzhu hurriedly entered the carriage and grabbed Ye Qinlan as soon as possible.

How can they be happy with them, and how can they be protected? There are even some targets.

This time, knowing that she was sent by her eldest brother, combined with her past words and deeds, Ye Qinzhu had to doubt He Huan's mentality.

If you are loyal to your master, why do you behave this way?

Hindering He Yu's face, Ye Qinzhu didn't speak, but he unconsciously drew a question mark in his heart.

He Yu raised his whip and smacked it, and the carriage moved slowly.

Ye Qinzhu lifted the curtains, and his eyes stayed on the Moqin Courtyard that was gradually moving away for a long time.

There were so many secrets in this academy that she didn't even have time to figure them out.

Everything can only be left for later.

Now is the priority......

It's Yang Qingjue.

"Don't be sad. Looking at Ye Qinzhu's preoccupied appearance, Ye Qinlan couldn't help sighing, "It was he who hurt you first, and he was worried about it, what does it have to do with you?"

Ye Qinzhu smiled bitterly and shook his head, ignoring his carefree second sister, but turned his gaze to Yang Qingyun, who was squeezing a car.

"His Royal Highness King Anle, may I ask, where is the mansion of the Seventh Prince Yang Qingjue?"

For some reason, there was always a kind of uneasiness in her heart, like spring shoots breaking the ground, growing wantonly one by one.