Ye Zhaoling suddenly felt pain in his back and opened his eyes.
There is still a snow-white curtain in front of me.
There were not those old men with gray hair and childlike faces, and she was not lying on the ground like a dead dog.
That was...ten years ago.
It was my personal experience ten years ago when I first woke up from the top of Qingcheng Mountain.
Once upon a time, these images appeared repeatedly in her dreams at night, but later they gradually became less common.
Because she deliberately forgot how despicable she was in her first memory.
She felt that she was too ridiculous, and she wanted to deceive herself into thinking that she had never been miserable by deliberately covering up her past.
Deceiving yourself and others.
Just to be worthy of the title of the eldest lady of the Ye family.
Just to... be worthy of Zhang Yu.
She reached out to touch her back, and sure enough, she reached into her back collar and pulled out a piece of jadeite Ruyi gourd.
This thing was originally worn around her neck, but somehow it moved to her back, which meant it was causing her back pain.
She took it off.
This is what Zhang Yu gave her.
According to common sense, she should deny everything about this person without hesitation, smash, destroy, and throw away this thing.
However, isn’t this another form of self-deception?
After denying it, will everything in the past become a thing of the past?
After being denied, can the unintentional lies be turned into nothing?
After denial, can the ridiculous pain be ignored?
Ye Zhaoling has been deceiving herself for ten years.
From now on, she will not deny her past in this way.
She doesn't need it.
Moreover, she will remember every moment of these ten years.
She will carry these things and get back on track, and she will regain her faith!
This trivial matter cannot stop her from moving forward bravely towards her true life!
Zhang Yu, ha.
At this time, Ye Zhaoling thought of the classic line "Dalang, it's time to take medicine."
Male version Pan Jinlian, female version Wu Dalang!
This is so bloody!
For ten years, the two of them lived in the same house, sleeping on the same bed, and half a nightmare.
She covered her head.
——
——
Boss Tang was frightened and opened the curtain to look out from time to time, and glanced at the white sedan chair from time to time.
He is extremely scared now, if he meets someone he shouldn't meet...
The Ye family on Qingcheng Mountain, if they discover Ye Zhaoling.
Then she will definitely die!
This was also one of the doubts he had just figured out.
I have to say that Ye Zhaoling is very smart, she should have figured this out a long time ago.
Ye Zhaoling is the first adopted daughter of the Ye family and the most valued by Mr. Ye among the ten adopted daughters.
She was put on the bright side by the Ye family and her status was respected, no matter how the people of Qingcheng viewed her own value and social value.
There is no doubt that she symbolizes the dominance at the top of the Ye family pyramid.
A woman of unknown origin picked up from a corner, even an evil figure who was locked in a sacrificial cage and prepared to be stoned to death.
However, as long as Mr. Ye is willing, he will let the outside world know that he will adopt such a woman as his adopted daughter.
Therefore, Ye Zhaoling wanted to live because Mr. Ye wanted her to live.
As for Ye Zhaoling, she may die because——
Mr. Ye wants her to die!
Thinking of this conclusion, Tang Boyu broke into a cold sweat.
Even if it wasn't Mr. Ye's original intention, it still had something to do with the Ye family.
Tang Boyu originally thought that Zhang Yu was the instigator.
He couldn't see the man's face clearly and couldn't ask questions for him, but after changing his mind, he gave up the idea.
The reason why I thought it was not Zhang Yu was because of Zhang Yu's aura of decency.
Different from someone else, that guy always talks about "the best is as good as water" and "the best is as good as the valley", but the things he does are not worthy of praise.
Zhang Yuze truly possesses the aura of "superior kindness"!
Such a person will not easily commit murderous crimes!
Once you start the precept to kill, you will be riddled with retribution and will not end well.
Tang Boyu smiled. If he hadn't known that Zhang Yu was a good person and a short-lived ghost, he wouldn't have always wanted to get close to this person to get some blessings, luck and so on.
Zhang Yu's identity is not simple, and he is afraid that he will take advantage of this incident to escape from the golden cicada.
There will probably be something in the news tomorrow about the mysterious disappearance of the host and hostess of No. 66.
After thinking about everything in the sky, Boss Tang suddenly tensed up.
Because the sedan stopped.
Not far away is the west door of Ye's house!
Is God deliberately going against him?
He didn't want anything to come, but it just happened!
"Whoa!"
He and the old man who opened the sedan curtain looked at each other, and both saw shock in the other's eyes.
"Zodiac Master." He stepped out of the sedan and called in a low voice.
The reason why he lowered his voice so low was that he was a little afraid that Ye Zhaoling would hear him.
It is said that she was very obedient and obedient to this "savior" who had "saved" her from fire and water.
She truly repaid the other person as a mentor and helpful friend.
Huang Laodao laughed twice, stroked his beard, and glanced meaningfully at the black sedan behind him.
"Old Tao, I just went for a walk, and unexpectedly I ran into Tang Xiaoyou. What a fate."
Boss Tang laughed apologetically. He looked at Huang Laodao's smile and wrinkled his face into a chrysanthemum. He really couldn't say the word "fate" against his will.
He himself has been tainted, so he can't let two innocent characters suffer the same fate, right?
"I don't know where to go? But the top of Qingcheng Mountain?"
Boss Tang quickly complimented him. It was exactly what he had done. The Taoist priest had a clever plan.
Then he cursed himself in his heart, what a bitch!
"Haha, it's dark at night and the wind is high, and there's a risk of evil spirits hiding there. If you want to live a healthy life, it's better for Little Friend Tang to have less contact with these heresy. Otherwise, your life may be short."
Boss Tang responded with a smile.
So, Huang Laodao lifted up his robe, turned around and left.
Boss Tang here just breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Huang Laodao twisted his face and stared at the other white sedan with strange eyes.
The lights in the Ye family's fire tree and silver garden were bright, illuminating half of his face.
The face he turned around was completely plunged into darkness. At that moment, Boss Tang seemed to see a somewhat ferocious ghost on his face.
Huang Laodao said gently: "I haven't seen a white sedan chair in nearly ten years. Little friend Tang, do you know who is sitting in this white sedan chair?"
Cold sweat broke out on Boss Tang's back.
Fortunately, he did not make Huang Laodao suspicious by hesitating.
A wishful gourd flew out of the white sedan chair.
Boss Tang quickly ran over to pick it up, then handed it in with a respectful look. Then he nodded and bowed and talked to the people in the sedan for a while before finishing the curtain.
He looked at Huang Laodao with a complicated expression.
His tone sounded suspicious: "Taoist Priest, don't you know?"
Huang Laodao also frowned and stared straight into the white sedan.
However, this white sedan is not like the black or red sedan. He dares to lift it up and look at it at will, just in case there is something big sitting inside...
Even his life cannot quell the anger of these things.
Therefore, for a while, he really couldn't remember whether he should remember it or not.
Who is sitting in the white sedan chair?
To put it bluntly, Qingcheng Mountain is used to being the king and hegemony, and those who ride on his head are almost dead.
The rest are all ghosts and gods.
In his life, he was not afraid of heaven or earth, but he was afraid of some strange forces that might mess up his mind.
Who told him to see a lot?
Huang Laodao stroked his beard kindly.
"Haha, little friend, in Qingcheng Mountain, as early as ten years ago, only the highly respected mountain god and the divine messenger were left. There is no other spiritual monarch who can sit in the white sedan chair! Are you trying to trick me again?"
Huang Laodao was really cunning. After much thought, he was surprised that he was not easily fooled by Boss Tang. He believed in his own judgment even more.
Boss Tang sighed: "Taoist Priest, you are such a noble person who forgets things! Aren't the people sitting in this sedan your acquaintances, Taoist Priest?"
When Huang Laodao heard this, he frowned even more, and his hesitation turned into eight points.
Acquaintance? What acquaintance?
Brothers?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
In this small Qingcheng Mountain, he is obviously the only Taoist priest. Where did he come from?
Seeing that Huang Laodao didn't answer, Boss Tang bowed to the sedan chair again.
He raised his eyes slightly and said sharply: "The person sitting in this sedan chair is my best friend!"
"Three hundred years ago, I made today's appointment with my grandma."
"I am specially invited to come here to congratulate you with gifts—Mother Ruyi!"
