Ye Fengyu, Ye Qingluo's younger brother, the only legitimate son of the Ye family.
His treatment at Ye's house is completely opposite to that of Ye Qingluo.
Ye Fengyu inherited the talent from the Ye family, and the level of Xuanxinyu is fairly high, and his current level is also higher than Xuanxuan.
It can be regarded as the pride of the Ye family.
After his mother died of illness, Ye Tiankang let Ye Fengyu move to an independent courtyard.
Although it's not as good as those young masters and ladies in other rooms, at least it's better than Ye Qingluo.
but…
Ye Qingluo's younger brother has always disliked her since he was a child.
But every time Ye Fengyu came back from the academy, he would come to the abandoned courtyard to sit for half a cup of tea.
Although he would say some sarcastic words every time, Ye Qingluo could feel the kid's concern for her from those words.
"You also know that you are my sister?" Ye Fengyu snorted coldly.
Seeing Ye Qingluo supporting his injured arm and walking towards the bed, he immediately frowned.
He strode over, walked around Ye Qingluo's injured arm, put his arms around her, and carried her to the bed.
He never forgot to sneer: "Why didn't you think about waiting for me to come back when you were showing off your abilities? Why didn't you think about you having a younger brother?"
Ye Qingluo was forced onto the bed.
Ye Fengyu pulled the thin quilt over Ye Qingluo's body.
In the eyes, there is the grief and indignation of hating iron but not steel: "Who do you think you are? How dare you withdraw the marriage of His Highness the Crown Prince? Hurt the eldest sister, hurt the fourth sister? You will not think too much about things? In Sanquan Zongfu, They want to kill you, but it's just a matter of moving their fingers!"
He sneered, Ye Qingluo just listened in silence.
The still-frozen heart felt a little warmth.
Ye Fengyu murmured, noticing that Ye Qingluo's expression was not right, she paused her voice, with a look of disgust on her face: "I'm talking to you, what the hell are you..."
"Have you finished?" Ye Qingluo narrowed her long and narrow eyes, and interrupted him directly.
The look of contempt on Ye Fengyu's face gradually dissipated.
He met a pair of sharp and cold pupils, like the eyes of a wild beast...
The surrounding air also seemed to freeze.
"Ye Fengyu, you'd better remember that this is the last time you say these words. You are my younger brother Ye Qingluo, if you treat me with the attitude you have today, I will never forgive you!" The voice seemed to come from hell, eerie and cold.
Ye Fengyu's aura was instantly overwhelmed by Ye Qingluo.
He stared blankly at Ye Qingluo, surprised at Ye Qingluo's earth-shaking changes.
A surge of anger rose from the bottom of my heart: "Ye Qingluo, you, you dare to use this..."
Before Ye Fengyu could finish his words, he slapped Ye Fengyu directly on the face.
On that handsome face, there were five distinct finger prints.
"This slap is for your long memory!"
Ye Fengyu covered her face, she couldn't believe that her always cowardly and incompetent sister dared to hit him
Ye Qingluo squinted at Ye Fengyu, raised his eyebrows: "Not convinced?"
Ye Fengyu covered her face subconsciously, shrank back, her cheeks felt burning pain, and when she moved a little, her muscles were pulled, which made the pain even worse.
It declared that Ye Qingluo's slap in the face just now was not a dream.
"Are you convinced?" Ye Qing raised her eyebrows and asked with a sneer.
Ye Fengyu was still in a daze, dumbfounded.
Suddenly seeing Ye Qingluo raised his hand again, he covered his face in shock: "Sister... sister!"
Ye Qingluo nodded in satisfaction, and hooked her fingers towards Ye Fengyu with her raised hand; "Come here."
Ye Fengyu moved over slowly, obviously completely overwhelmed by her sister's aura.
Ye Qingluo's hand touched Ye Fengyu's head, smiling like a flower: "Good boy."