At first, if Ye Meirou and Song Ye were put together, many people would probably mistakenly think that they are mother and daughter, because the eyes and eyebrows are so similar. But if you observe them carefully for a while, you will find that they have two completely different personalities.
Ye Meirou is weak, exuding the aura of needing protection, gentle and kind-hearted.
Song Ye, on the other hand, is cold and resolute, domineering and tough, with an innate aura that no one can ignore.
Unlike Shao Yichen, she just followed her cruel mother Ye Meili.
Perhaps even this deep-seated ruthlessness was inherited. Even if he didn't become a killer or participate in training, Song Ye wouldn't be able to become a deeply affectionate person.
Therefore, she did not refute the complaint in Ye Meirou's tone.
Whatever Shao Yichen wants to do is his own choice, and she is just a bystander.
This kind of aloof attitude made Ye Meirou see no hope, and finally had to leave in despair. Before leaving, she specially asked, "You'd better change your place and stay with a different face. The faces of the Ye family are hereditary." The most obvious thing is that if you stay here in such a grand manner, you will be discovered sooner or later."
It wasn't until she walked far away and disappeared outside the door that Song Ye twitched the corner of his mouth and revealed a sarcastic smile.
Her face was still disguised. If her true face was revealed, Ye Meirou might have been so shocked that she swallowed the tea cup.
However, she doesn't plan to take care of Shao Yichen's affairs at the moment, and has no way to take care of it, because the management system here is very strict, and she cannot move up in status without being called by her master.
However, the change of appearance that the other party mentioned attracted her. That night, she took out the dye she prepared from the space, painted half of her face red, added some black pits for decoration, and then changed all her eyebrows and eyes. Read it again.
The next day she claimed that she was sick and had a skin allergy. When she went out on the fourth day, she almost gave Chi Gang a heart attack when he came to call for help.
"You... you, what are you doing in Song Ling's room?" Chi stopped just two meters away from her, wrinkled his nose in disgust, and looked at her warily.
"What do you want from me?" Song Ye was very satisfied with the other party's reaction. The lack of recognition meant that the disguise was very effective.
After a while, Chi just recognized Song Ye's voice, and opened her mouth so big that she could fit two eggs in. He pointed at her face and took two steps back, "You, your face..." Why do you look like this?
He didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence, but he could tell how much he disliked it from his wandering eyes.
"Allergic." Song Ye calmly gave him two words as an answer, and then looked at him as if he was in a bad mood, so don't mess with me.
The latter's scalp felt numb for a while, thinking that the disfigured woman was not easy to mess with, so he quickly stated his purpose, "Someone from the master's family is calling you up the mountain."
Song Ye closed the door for a moment and guessed something in his mind. He nodded slightly and ordered: "Well, while I'm not here, guard the main hall and pay attention to the guests who come."
"Oh, um, okay." Chi Gang shrank his neck and responded hurriedly. The tiger that used to dominate the entire left wing was now as obedient as a kitten in front of Song Ye. He didn't dare to be arrogant at all, for fear of having his limbs amputated again if he disagreed.
Until Song Ye walked out of the courtyard, he still patted his heart with lingering fear, thinking that he must recover as soon as possible, go to the disciple hall as soon as possible, and get rid of this devil.
Song Ye, who didn't know that she had been labeled as a devil, was walking up the steps to the main house with ease. Someone had already greeted her on the road, and everything was smooth. She walked quickly alone and arrived at the main house in an hour and a half. main entrance.
What greeted her was still a whole courtyard of Bana flowers, faintly stained with blood in the warm sunshine. Even the gray walls reflected red light. The whole room felt uncomfortable, too depressing and... It is lonely, and no other servants are seen coming in and out to clean on weekdays.
It's probably because Shao Yichen lives alone and likes to be quiet, so he rarely lets people in.
Song Ye's footsteps were very light, but when he stepped on the corridor, he could still hear the echo in the open space. After the nine-curved corridor was Shao Yichen's room. There was a servant waiting at the door of the room, with his eyebrows lowered and he didn't hear the footsteps. He raised his head and just opened the door to let Song Ye pass.
The room was as dark as ever, not much warmer and brighter due to the bright sunshine at noon. It was even hotter than the last time I came here, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of medicine.
Song Ye walked around the screen and did not find Shao Yichen's figure behind the desk. Instead, he heard suppressed groans of pain coming from the bedroom through the bamboo curtain.
"Song Ye, can you come in and help me?" Dr. Pang's voice came from inside.
Song Ye did not refuse and walked in. As soon as the bamboo curtain was opened, he was greeted by an even more sultry atmosphere. In the summer, there were actually three heaters in the room, and the aroma of medicine lingered in the room. It was so hot that it was almost on fire.
"Pass me some needles." Dr. Pang didn't even raise his head when he heard her walking in. He was still concentrating on administering the needles.
Song Ye looked at the needle less than twenty centimeters away from Dr. Pang, silently walked to the bed and took the needle in his hand.
From this angle, you can see the upper body of Shao Yichen exposed under the curtain. He is lying in a white quilt, with his lower body covered by the quilt. The exposed skin of his upper body is densely covered with pinholes. At this time, he tilts his head and frowns as if in a nightmare. It looked like he was undergoing tremendous torture. The broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to his face messily, with a sickly pale look between his eyebrows.
"This kind of acupuncture requires forty-nine days, non-stop every day, to activate the bones and blood. The process was too painful, so I ordered some medicinal incense to numb his nerves." Dr. Pang slowed down and explained what Shao Yichen was going through at this time. The long agony told her.
Song Ye held the thin silver needle and ground it in her hand. She lowered her eyebrows and did not answer. She knew that the other party did it on purpose.
But until the end of Shao Yichen's acupuncture process, Dr. Pang didn't hear a word of Song Ye's question. He sighed with some disappointment, blew out the scent of the medicine, and walked out with the medicine box on his back, "If you can, stay here with me." Let him sit for a while, his body will not feel better in the next half hour."
The door closed again. Song Ye did not leave immediately. Instead, he sat on the chair next to him and looked at Shao Yichen quietly. His cold eyes reflected the handsome but weak face in front of him, and the calm heart began again. Thin bubbles of emotion emerged.
The fragrance of the medicine dissipated, and the sleeping person woke up. Shao Yichen opened his eyes and saw the figure beside the bed. He looked a little dazed for a while, "Beautiful view..."