"You don't know what a simple child Yaneryou is. He is as small as a New Year doll and so cute! I have held him and taught him to ride a horse. Although he was young at that time, he was extremely smart.
The talent is outstanding, rare in hundreds of years. But because of her mother's demon bloodline, he was looked down upon. Even his father and grandfather treated him... That child is extremely sensitive, how can he not feel it? Watching him become better and better.
He became indifferent, stopped acting coquettishly, and stopped crying. He completely lost the pure happiness that a child should have, and the more I hated those two people!"
Ling Xuewei couldn't help but hold the excited old man's hand, "Grandpa, he won't blame you."
"No, he should blame me. I shouldn't be selfish and only care about myself, but let the child stay alone in this cannibal palace. How much suffering must the child have endured until now..."
Ling Xuewei's eyes couldn't help but feel sore, but she could only hold the old man's trembling hand tighter, and felt more and more distressed for Ye Moyan in her heart.
Under the shadow of the trees, the breeze passed slowly, but Ye Moyan was nowhere to be seen.
"Emperor, don't you want to go?"
Yue Feng followed him and secretly looked at his emperor's expression.
But nothing can be seen.
"No, let the people below make some food that she likes and send it to her." Ye Moyan said and paused, "and send some good wine."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared in a flash.
Leaving Yue Feng snickering in place.
It seems that the emperor still cares about the old man very much!
…
After a conversation in the pavilion, Ling Xuewei temporarily persuaded the old man not to trouble that person.
However, I heard from Yue Qing that the man seemed to be in poor health recently and was escorted back to the snow mountain by Yin Xue.
Although Ling Xuewei didn't hate Yin Yan, she couldn't care about him for the time being.
The old man just lived in the palace.
In the next few days, Ling Xuewei often encouraged the old man and Ye Moyan to meet. At first, the old man looked awkward, but gradually, he got used to it. From time to time, the two of them could even talk, although it was just a little bit.
The tea is good, this wine is good, and this dish is good.
Ye Moyan's response could only be a simple 'hmm', but Ling Xuewei was extremely happy.
This is progress!
If we can talk to each other, it's already pretty good, okay!
So, after walking around the palace, Ling Xuewei simply took the two of them out of the palace to play. They visited all the places that could be played in the city, suburbs, restaurants, tea shops...
Although the old man didn't say anything, he was very happy to be so close to his great-great-grandson whom he hadn't seen for several years. Even if he just sat there without talking, the smile on his face never faded.
As for Ye Moyan, Ling Xuewei felt that he was not repulsive, and there would be a gentleness and relaxation in her eyes from time to time, which she had never seen before other people, even Yin Yan.
…
In the evening, after a tiring day, Ling Xuewei fell into bed and fell asleep after her routine practice.
When Ye Moyan walked in, this was what he saw.
Ye Moyan gently covered Ling Xuewei with the quilt, flattened her legs that were sticking out of the bed, and moved her to the most comfortable position... He was very familiar with these actions, as if he had done them countless times.
Looking at the sleeping woman with deep black eyes, he leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek.
pious.
Treat it like a treasure.
A low murmur sounded in the room, "Thank you..."
There was a figure standing outside the door. I don't know how long he had been standing there. After a moment, he sighed softly, winked at Yue Feng and turned around to leave.
The night is as black as ink and the moonlight is soft.
Like a layer of gauze, it is poured in the courtyard.
The shadows are blurry and exceptionally quiet.
Ye Xiutian (Que Lao's real name) stood in the courtyard and looked into the distance.
The expression on his face was either nostalgia or emotion.
Originally, he did not want the girl to stay here. He knew her character very well. She was unrestrained, like a free eagle. He was worried that locking her in this gorgeous cage would harm her one day.
But now, seeing the child's eyes looking at her, so pure, as if he could only see her, his heart began to waver.
Just like the dark night chasing the dawn, it seems that as long as she is here, he can be saved.
The men of the Ye family are destined to have a rough life. They have their own responsibilities, and they have to shoulder the honor and disgrace of the entire royal family and the rise and fall of the empire.
As long as you ascend the throne, you will be lonely throughout your life.
Therefore, he felt even more sorry for the child whose fate had been determined since birth.
Watching him become more and more indifferent, brilliant and more like an emperor, he was both pleased and sad at the same time.
But now, he has found someone who can redeem him.
It was like a beam of light, illuminating his lonely and cold life, making his world rich and colorful.
He couldn't bear to cut off his only hope.
It was like cutting out his heart, and he couldn't imagine the consequences of doing so.
So, he wanted to be selfish for a while.
There were footsteps behind him, but he didn't look back.
"If you betray her, I will never let you go. Yan'er, I hope you understand."
——"Unless I die."
His voice was calm and low, but came clearly and powerfully.
"very good."
After leaving these words, the old man left.
Ye Moyan stood in the courtyard, looking up into the distance.
The moonlight in the sky brushed aside the obstructing clouds, spreading fluorescent light throughout the courtyard.
Touching.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly, like a clear spring.
…
"ah--!!"
Sealed in the dark dungeon.
A blood-red soul was screaming ferociously, and the surrounding white light was emitting a scorching brilliance, which seemed to be the most painful torture for it.
"Ye Mo Yan!! I, the Demon Lord, swear to you that I will never give up! I will drink your blood, gnaw on your bones, and be addicted to your flesh. I will not let you go even after you crawl out of the underworld...ah!!"
The holy light of the Guangming Palace is a natural killing weapon for the demons.
This is a cave a hundred miles away from the imperial capital, and it is also a prison where important prisoners are held.
Yinxue walked out and signaled to the people below.
"Your Highness, the surrounding areas have been deployed."
"Um."
He waved away the intruder and stared into the distance.
This is an extremely hidden canyon cave. He has set up multiple barriers around it, but with the demon's nose, it is probably only a matter of time before he finds it.
The night was as dark as ink, with no stars or moonlight visible.
Vaguely, a dark mist filled the air, swimming around like a python, as if it was exploring something.
"Your Highness, you are a spy of the demon clan."
This is already the seventh wave of magic detectives that have appeared in recent days. They usually turn into black mist, invisible and silent. Everyone knows why.
When the demon body is destroyed, as long as the demon soul is there, even if it is tens of thousands of miles away, the demon army can find it.
Just like now.
Soon, several white lights flashed through, and the demonic energy outside the barrier disappeared.
