"My body is not caused by illness. ”

Facing the people of the Ye family, Yang Qingjue chose to be honest.

He still remembered the day he met Ye Sheng and Ting Lan, the girl in men's clothes hurriedly found a white-bearded old man, and the man who looked like a fox quickly turned out the herbs requested by Dr. Pei.

If Yang Qingjue had seen Ye Sheng a little later, the current Yang Qingjue would not have existed a long time ago.

"It's spiritual power. Ye Qinzhu listened with wide eyes, "Some of the spiritual power in my body has been chaotic from time to time since I was a child, and it will cause damage to my body.

The only thing I can do is to suppress that part of the spiritual power when the spiritual power collides in my body, and there is no other way. ”

Yang Qingjue's eyes wandered, and finally sighed softly.

"I took a lot of medicine, but it didn't improve until I met Dr. Pei that I didn't know the real reason.

If this is a disease, it is probably an incurable disease that does not know the cause and is the only one. ”

The last sentence was like a sigh, more like a silent complaint.

Yang Qingjue was smiling bitterly at this time, Ye Qinzhu could imagine his despair.

She was under the impression that he had been in an accident at least twice.

Even when he saved her, he suddenly disappeared, probably because he couldn't control the spiritual power of his body.

Compared with him, his lack of spiritual power when he was exercising was really a minor problem.

Ye Qinzhu felt that he was not worthy of having the emotion of sympathy.

"So-" she sat on the ground, "The spiritual power of the Moqin Academy can help you suppress the unstable spiritual power in your body, but the Moqin Academy is the outside world after all, and you plan to ......"

The clothes of Moqin Temple are specially designed robes, which can make the students move freely while looking good. Ye Qinzhu was wearing this suit and was not worried about accidents at all.

Yang Qingjue nodded lightly and acquiesced in what Ye Qinzhu said next.

If you can't find a solution, what awaits Yang Qingjue will be to stay in Moqin Academy for the rest of your life and not ask about the world.

until his face is decrepit, until he dies.

This Moqin Monastery is a paradise for the spiritual master, and it is also his cage.

"What about you. Yang Qingjue asked, "Ye Jiaqinzhu hasn't appeared in the capital for fourteen years, and it is rumored that he is a fool, is this true?"

"It is true that I was fourteen years old when I first woke up, and my memories of the past are scattered and I can't remember clearly. Ye Qinzhu replied.

Yang Qingjue's gaze turned to her, but Ye Qinzhu felt that he was not looking at her in a trance.

He seemed to want to see through Ye Qinzhu what he had missed for a long time.

Yang Qingjue was watching, that time, on the Zhongyuan Festival, she dragged the young man's sleeve by the river to put river lanterns on Xinhu Lake in the capital, and then folded her hands and prayed for a female doll.

"May the Mother rest in peace in the Spirit of Heaven. ”

"May the big brother live up to expectations and eventually succeed. ”

"May Brother Yu be in good health and live a long life. ”

"Miss Ye family, your chic is the eternal color of my life. ”

Ye Qinlan looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her with a hideous face, and subconsciously slapped him.

Yang Qingyun waved his sleeves to block Ye Qinlan's attack, and confessed with his magic weapon.

"I've seen thousands of mountains and rivers, and only the girl of the Ye family can make me care about it for so long. Lan'er, shall I marry you?"

"Yang Qingyun, don't be embarrassed. ”

Ye Qinlan's two willow eyebrows were twisted together under the veil, and the person's face was really thick enough, and he walked into the girl's room with an arrow, and reached out to close the door by the way.

"Lan'er. He still has a hippie smile, "You only know that I am merry by nature, so beautiful and love the pear orchard, but you don't know why I am like this." ”

"Not interested. Ye Qinlan's spiritual power gathered in her hand and began to consider whether she could knock this shameless two hundred and five out of the room with one blow.

Before Yang Qingyun's shout came out, Ye Qinlan had already started. The spiritual power in the girl's hand gathered into a shield shape and smashed into Yang Qingyi's face.

Yang Qingyun only had time to raise his hand to block, and the spiritual power had already reached his front door.

A golden light burst from his fingertips, and the protective shield in the arena was formed again.

Ye Qinlan's anger was suppressed slightly, and a trace of surprise flooded her heart.

She turned around and walked behind Yang Qingyun, and before the clumsy medicine jar spirit master could react, she grabbed his hand and tore open the narrow sleeve that wrapped around his arm.

She thought that she would see some rare magic weapons, but all that caught her eye was the skin rejuvenation cultivated by Yang Qing's pampering and the dense runes carved on the skin rejuvenation.

"Lan'er, you are so proactive. Yang Qingyan was shocked, shocked and happy.

He reached out and grabbed Ye Qinlan's wrist, Ye Qinlan only felt as if she was fixed, her body was sour and soft, and she couldn't move when she landed on the ground.

I don't know how many spells this person has carved on herself, but she, a high-level spirit master specializing in spiritual values, can't help him.

"Those symbols on your arms, how did you get them? ”

"This. Yang Qingyan raised his eyebrows slightly, and pulled his sleeves indifferently, "Use a special golden knife to stick the dragon snake grass juice, and you can carve a spell that will not fade." ”

"I saw that you have fine skin and tender flesh, and I thought you were a milk doll who would cry when you fell. Ye Qinlan smiled strangely, "I didn't expect that not only is it not a milk baby, but it seems to be quite able to endure hardships." ”

"It's a pity, a beautiful woman, but the dignified son chose to spend half of his life in the kiln. She shook her head, a look of regret.

"Lan'er, you are not right. Yang Qingyun couldn't see Ye Qinlan's expression clearly, and could only deduce her emotions from her voice, "You think I'm addicted to wine and become a royal family in vain, but if I'm as wise and martial as the third brother, how can I live unharmed to this day?"

The former five princes and the eldest prince were all candidates for the prince, and the eldest prince ruthlessly eradicated his own brother, put on the prince's python robe, and ascended to a high position.

The second prince died young, and the cause of death is unknown.

The sixth prince and the eighth prince are kings in a different place, and they cannot threaten the position of the crown prince Yang Qinghan.

The three people in the capital were self-absorbed by him.

The third prince, Yang Qingtan I, was wise and fought against the invasion of Anguo, but now he is under house arrest in the capital.

Even if the seventh prince Yang Qingjue has been dragging his sick body since he was a child, the crown prince may not let him go, so he can only lock himself up in this Moqin Courtyard.

As for him, he gave up all the forces he could rely on, and relied on his bad reputation and unbearable actions to get away in the capital.

Although he was ridiculed and humiliated, he lived his own happy life.

What is happy is what people are happy, and what is sad is sad.

This is Yang Qingyun's way of life.

He is the most chic person among the princes, and he is also the most miserable person.

"According to the prince's temperament, if I had been addicted to cultivation, I am afraid that I would have been stripped of my skin and cramped by him. How can I wait until I meet Miss Lan at the restaurant?"

Yang Qingyan made a pleasant gesture, hid the knife words on his hand, and added: "And my amorous temperament has also given me a lot of benefits." ”

Knowing the misery of being born in the emperor's family, Ye Qinlan was just melancholy, and saw that the other party's expression became oily again.

"The concubine of the four princes, King Anle, has not yet been decided. ”

This flamboyant man...... The sorrow in Ye Qinlan's heart suddenly disappeared.