Ye Qing knelt down in front of the big gilded green wood bed. The celadon medicine bowl in his hand was filled with dark brown medicine.
The mother who had brought her to the carved red sandalwood door was now lying on the big bed. Her face was as pale as paper, and her long and delicate hair, which was originally as shiny and smooth as silk, was now withered and decayed like broken leather, scattered on the floor. Falling between pillows.
The green-haired girl carefully approached her mother. There was a very imperceptible light red in the circles of her eyes, just like traces of peach blossom juice spilled on her eyes by a naughty maid. She scooped up a spoonful of warm concoction so seriously and carefully fed it into her mother's mouth, feeling something warm and comforting in her mouth.
The woman listened with a smile, raised her hand to stroke the girl's aqua-blue hair, but her body coughed violently uncontrollably, and the dark brown concoction mixed with bright red blood was coughed up, and on the snow-white face A scattered flower is drawn on the satin quilt.
The flowers are Manzhu Shahua, with traces of brown and bright red petals stretching out in a very beautiful manner, the ultimate beauty.
Extreme cruelty.
The girl bit her lip tightly, trying to hold back tears, but the crystal tears could not stop rolling down from her aqua blue eyes.
At the age of six, these eyes saw the surrounding birch forest.
When he was eight years old, these eyes were hiding a blue beast in front of a hall full of MPs.
But at this time, these aqua blue eyes were extremely sad.
An almost hopeless sadness.
She has been waiting here for a whole month.
In the past month, she has not left her home, giving her decoctions and medicines. It is hard to imagine where a nine-year-old child could have such great perseverance.
But she has done it.
She made medicine for the mother with her own hands, learned to cook some nourishing porridge, said some warm and strong words to her, and tried her best to sing some nice songs beside her.
She hadn't changed clothes for a month, until the white dress had a faint smell of sourness. When she was tired at night, she would lie on her mother's body to rest for a while. After her mother fell asleep, she would go to the room next to her, cry quietly, and then apply ice to her eyes that were swollen from crying, fearing that her mother would notice.
That's why there are peach blossom-like bruises that stay in the eye circles and never go away.
The green-haired mother looked at her daughter who was weeping quietly without any crying.
Seeing her tears rolling down her jade-like cheeks so quietly, she smiled slightly.
The body of the long-term illness was so decayed that the mother's voice trembled when she spoke.
But that didn't stop her from speaking so gently and quietly, without any trace of sadness: "My child, please remember to stay strong."
She smiled and said: "Your journey in this world has just begun, and you have not yet met such important people and things in your life."
The blue-haired girl stopped crying and said with the stubbornness of a child, "I want to be with you."
Mother shook her head: "There are many things in this world that you can't just be together if you want to. Although I am very unwilling to do so, this is the last lesson my mother has taught you."
"Please forgive me as a mother for not being able to accompany you on the next road." She said calmly: "But you will always meet those important people who will accompany you on this long but not beautiful journey."
The girl was about to say something, but was interrupted by the mother.
"I'm very happy." The mother smiled but said decisively. She blocked the girl's next words so cleanly: "I met someone I love and who happens to love me. This is the biggest thing in the world." happiness, then I have some wonderful children, and then I die in my best years.”
"Everything is wonderful and I have no regrets."
The seriously ill mother-in-law quietly said the above words while lying on the bed.
On the night of March 1st, 109th year of the Lan Li calendar, Queen Qingzhi passed away.
The ninth princess of Lan Ye’s birthday is the third day of the third month of the Lan Ye calendar.
Until the end, the mother did not get to see her youngest daughter celebrate her ninth birthday.
The girl knelt on the ground and cried silently, surrounded by endless darkness.
This was the memory she least wanted to look back on, but this deep sleep finally led her thoughts here.
She huddled there helplessly in the darkness until light came through.
The voice came with charm, reaching into her soul and awakening her.
"Your Highness the Ninth Princess? It's time for you to wake up, right?"
She tried to open her eyes and saw the extremely dark sky and the bright silver stars.
The silver city has been reduced to ruins, with desolate squares everywhere.
The man in green, the blond guardian.
And the one with black hair and black eyes, brother.
They stood opposite themselves, but did not dare to get close.
She looked around in panic and found the group of silver-haired mages standing behind her. At this time, the nearest young man said coldly: "Your Highness, Ninth Princess, I originally invited you here, but it was just for a few days, and I have never treated you badly." .”
"Unexpectedly, your father used his power to bully others, destroying my magic weapon and killing my people, which also put your life in danger."
He is an outstanding Dark Star elder, and even at this time, he still polishes his words to perfection.
He didn't tell a lie, but every word he said was untrue.
"If Her Royal Highness Princess still wants to survive, please hurry up and call your father. I will only count three times, and I will take action after three times."
He paused: "Otherwise, if I am not careful, even if the princess is protected by Qianye Liubi, I will ensure that the princess's flesh and blood are separated."
Ye Qing listened carefully to every word, and her eyes gradually turned from chaotic to clear.
She finally distinguished between the dream just now and the reality at this time, even if what she saw in front of her was closer to a dream.
So she turned back and glanced at the Dark Star elder, and the blue giant beast disappeared in her eyes.
She hugged the white cat in her arms and smiled sarcastically: "Hey, what's up?"
The ten-year-old girl's eyebrows were filled with a heart-stopping awe: "You want to hear what I say, Father, help me, Qing'er still doesn't want to die?"
The girl's words were extremely calm, and she didn't even hide the sarcasm in her words.
Xingzhe was instantly confused, and realized that the ten-year-old princess was not something she could control at all. He hurriedly turned his magic power again, trying to make the princess unconscious again.
But the clear stream of light enveloped the blue-haired princess. Holding the piece of blue jade, she seemed to have guessed the other party's possible response.
She turned around with a half-smile, looked at the handsome young man seriously, and then seriously broke into a smile. The smile made Xing Che, a powerful person in the Ziwei realm, feel a little scared in his heart.
"You look very beautiful." Lanye's Ninth Princess praised seriously.
"How about you let me go after I count three?" she suggested seriously.
This is an extremely absurd suggestion, but every word and every expression of this princess is serious.
"Otherwise, I will kill you." She said the last words with a smile: "Do you believe it or not?"
