It was so lively inside the Yagami Palace.

Ye Jingjing followed the song step by step, which made No. 1 envious.

Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bingtong get up early every day and cook breakfast for everyone in Yeshen Palace. It tastes delicious.

Dongfang Po followed Jiu Ci, plotting something all day long, saying that he wanted to become the coolest man in the world.

Liang Xiao quietly observed the changes in Ye Shen Palace and found that Emperor Yungui had been courting Ye Jingfeng and his wife.

Ye Jingfeng praised: "Yun Gui is a young and promising boy."

"Yes, I don't know any girl who is so lucky to marry Yun Gui."

Yan Bingtong said with a smile.

These days, Yan Bingtong has put aside all the complaints she once had and has a new mood.

It turns out that life can be so beautiful, she can touch the sun, she is free, and even the smell of grass is so good.

Liang Xiao squinted his eyes at this scene, raised his hand and touched his nose lightly, and snorted: Nothing could escape his discerning eyes.

In a deserted place, Liang Xiao was busy keeping a dark account: Mrs. Yejun Yan believed that Emperor Yungui was the best son-in-law, but Emperor Yungui was actually a scheming bitch. The palace master must beware of this person.

Liang Xiao hesitated for a moment, as if he felt that the image was not vivid enough, and added a few more strokes: Liang Xiao really couldn't bear to look directly, and wanted to expose Di Yungui's true face, but Di Yungui was cunning and cunning, and Liang Xiao was difficult to defeat.

Instead, he was scarred and unable to fight anymore.

In this way, Liang Xiao closed his notebook and nodded with satisfaction.

As the palace lord's caring subordinate, he must write down everything that happens around his wife during the palace lord's absence.

Presumably, if the old man of the palace were still alive, he would definitely praise him for his intelligence when he saw the little book.

Liang Xiao thought so happily.

On this day, Qing Ge finished practicing and stretched out. The door was suddenly knocked open, and Ye Jingjing threw herself into her arms.

"Sister, I haven't seen you all night, Jingjing misses you so much."

Qingge smiled helplessly and gently rubbed Ye Jingjing's head.

After a while, Liu Yan'er walked in and said solemnly: "Qingge, there seems to be something wrong with that kid in Qingcheng recently."

Qing Ge nodded.

Ye Jingjing blinked curiously: "What's wrong with sister Qingcheng?"

"It's okay, she will be fine soon."

Qingge straightened Ye Jingjing's somewhat disordered hair. "Master Liu, how are you doing with the materials I asked you to find?"

Qing Ge asked.

Liu Yan'er nodded: "We have found them all and can hand them over to you tonight."

"very good."

"..." At night, Ye Qingcheng was sitting on the couch, looking haggard and having a cold temperament.

She took Fu Xi Qin out from under the bed, touched the broken bones, looked at Fu Xi Qin with complicated eyes, and finally sighed and put Fu Xi Qin back to its place.

Ye Qingcheng lay on the bed, tossed and turned, finally took off the bed quilt and walked out.

A crow appeared in the house, carrying the broken Fuxi Qin in its mouth, and left the house.

"Sister, I got it."

Crows flew from the window, Ye Jingjing took Fuxi Qin and placed it on the table in front of Qingge.

Qingge sat on the chair, stroking the broken part of Fuxi Qin with her slender hand.

The intact Fuxi Qin was split into two.

Fuxi Qin is an ancient artifact with great spirituality, but now it is dull and has no spirituality.

Ye Qingcheng threw her down in anger, which really chilled Fu Xiqin's heart.

There is a weapon spirit inside this harp. If Ye Qingcheng concentrates on refining the weapon, he can even become a being that surpasses a thousand races in the future.

Qingge sighed: "Qingcheng, you are too paranoid."

After years of paranoia, time has not changed Ye Qingcheng's mind.

Qingge is only worried that this kind of paranoia will affect Ye Qingcheng's life, causing her to die alone without anyone accompanying her.

Ye Qingcheng doesn't seem to need friends or a husband. She only clings to the obsession of the past and ends this life.

Qingge can't change anything about this.

Qingge took out the weapon-refining materials that Liu Yan'er had found, summoned the Lunar Eclipse Cauldron, and began to refine the weapons and repair the Fuxi Qin.

Fuxi Qin is not an ordinary weapon, and it is not easy to repair it.

Ye Jingjing was also obedient, holding her face with her hands and sitting obediently, staring at Qingge who was repairing Fuxi Qin.

Throughout the night, Qingge never rested, not even daring to open her eyes for fear of missing important details.

Repairing it is countless times more difficult than making a musical instrument.

The next day, Qingge still did not stop and was still repairing. Ye Jingjing left the room and stood outside the door to protect the law.

It would be a very bad thing if someone disturbs you while you are refining the weapon.

Qing Ge thought it was spiritual power and forced Fu Xi Qin to try to inspire Fu Xi Qin's weapon spirit.

After so long, all the refining materials have been fused. Even if the Fuxi Qin that was split in two was repaired into one piece, it would still be lifeless.

"Give it up, young man."

A voice resounded in Qingge's mind.

That was not the voice of Senior Gu Long, let alone the beasts in the realm of nothingness.

Qingge's eyes were fixed on Fu Xiqin floating in front of her.

Inside Fuxi's piano, the voice that could not be distinguished as male or female made a mocking laugh: "She is no longer worthy of picking up this piano."

"Why not give it a try? She has a great talent, doesn't she?"

A look of surprise flashed in Qingge's eyes, and she said softly.

She can repair the bones of Fuxi Qin to its original appearance, but the injured soul of the instrument spirit inside Fuxi Qin must be soothed.

The prerequisite for comfort is to be able to communicate with the spirit of the device.

Her persistence made the weapon spirit impatient.

Fuxi Qinling sneered: "In this world, there are so many people who want to own Fuxi's rare Fuxi Qin. In troubled times, there are geniuses all over the place. How can we miss her?

This Fuxi Qin once followed the royal family Nine Heavens Xuannv in the Kaitian era, conquering the world, driving away evil spirits, and blessing the world.

Those who own the Fuxi Qin have a long way to go, but she is lucky enough to throw the Qin down after a disagreement! She is no longer qualified!"

There was no anger in words, but at the end of the sentence, Qi Ling's voice became louder.

"You have fought side by side with her for many years, can you let her go?"

Qingge asks again.

"She doesn't deserve it!"

The weapon spirit only kept repeating these words, and the fire of anger became stronger and stronger.

Qingge was helpless about this.

After all, she is not a spiritual teacher, and she doesn't know how to relieve the anger and mental calamity of the weapon spirit.

For a moment, Qingge sat cross-legged and looked at Fu Xiqin in a daze.

"Give up. If the weapon spirit is disappointed, it will never look back!"

Senior Gu Long said.

Qingge pursed her lips and frowned.

She knew that Ye Qingcheng regretted it.

Ye Qingcheng is an introvert. She keeps everything in her heart. If she keeps it in her heart for a long time, she will get depressed.

This is also a calamity for Ye Qingcheng's heart. If Fu Xiqin cannot recover as before, Ye Qingcheng will be in a state of collapse and will never be able to get up again.

"You are really worried. Why are you acting like an old mother?"

Senior Gu Long complained.

Qingge shrugged, feeling helpless.

Qingge breathed out, picked up a little finger, and poked Fuxi's piano bone: "Let's discuss something..." "No need to discuss, no need to talk, if you try to persuade me, I will end it on my own, disappear into thin air, and let this Fuxi

The piano becomes a piece of wood!"

Fuxi's weapon spirit said angrily.

Qingge: "..." Look at this little weapon spirit's bad temper. It's so irritating that it will explode at the slightest disagreement.
To be continued...