At the age of ten, the boy was selected to enter the Ye family, his memory was wiped clean, and he became a candidate for the extremely talented son-in-law of the Ye family. This was the first time in eight years that he cried. He no longer looked like a cold piece of wood or a numb puppet. He cried like a child, with flesh and blood.
At this moment, when the tea was cold, An Mo dared to admit that he was in love with Ye Lingyin.
An accidental encounter on the street when he was young, the girl was as delicate and cute as a doll, and his figure was reflected in her eyes, which determined his voice from then on.
If his memory hadn't been restored, he might have been willing to follow the instructions and marry Ye Lingyin. Her life in the Ye family was not easy. She often stood in front of him scarred, but she always had a smile in her eyes.
Just like that night she was drugged by her mother, her face was abnormally red, and she was still smiling when she stood in front of him.
He loved her, otherwise how could he be easily subdued and forced with his own strength? In the memory of that night, she was beautiful, desperate, and about to be destroyed.
Torn between reason and emotion, in the end he could only passively accept Ye Lingyin's confession before his death.
Her death compensated for the lives of his family.
But his emotions had nowhere to rest.
Those beautiful memories and pounding hearts that he once had have become nightmares that will gnaw at his heart and bones in the long years to come. How he wishes he could just die.
I don't know how long I cried, with the oil-paper umbrella behind me always supporting me. It wasn't until the bell of Ye's house in front of the mountain rang that An Mo felt the hand on his shoulder gently exert force, and a cold voice came over, " Come help me."
Stay at Ye's house and help me.
This place carries the fate and entanglements of too many people, including Song Ye's, Ye Lingyin's, and An Mo's. They are all victims of the chair in the high position. Now that Ye Lingyin is dead, the disputes will not end.
Song Ye first came to power and needed someone he could trust to help him, and An Mo was the most suitable candidate.
The tears gradually stopped, and An Mo's moist face looked up. What he saw was Yunlong Feifeng's embroidered purple robe, and a face that was almost the same as Ye Lingyin. His heart ached slightly, but he couldn't bear to look away.
When he handed over his hand, Anmo was destined to walk with the girl in front of him in his life, and in the next few decades, he would witness the prosperity of the emperor built by the girl's own hands.
The light rain gradually subsided on the way back. When the last bell rang, there was a faint trace of sunlight in the sky. The top leaders of the seven major families had gathered around the altar of the Ye family. There was no one on the high platform surrounded by thousands of people. And people's eyes are falling on the red carpet leading to the altar.
The disciples of the Ye family are closest to the red carpet. I don’t know why. Today’s female disciples are dressed up in a particularly flashy way. They are wearing makeup and barely wearing high heels to stand out from the crowd.
And each of their faces did not look pious. Instead, they seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if they were watching a good show.
Today should have been the most glorious day for the head of the family, but these female disciples have seen Song Ye before. His pockmarked face and half-red face are still impressive to this day. I am afraid that even wearing a dragon robe, he doesn't look like a prince, no matter how well he dresses. Even if it looks good, it won’t be on the stage.
With their outstanding looks as a foil, the whole thing is ugly.
Everyone was gloating in their hearts, craning their necks in anticipation of the moment when the protagonist appeared.
"Ah, it's out." I don't know who couldn't help but whisper. Everyone's heads turned around, and at first sight, a dark purple skirt swayed into their sight. The gorgeous and complicated patterned fabric made the woman look at it. I can't help but feel jealous.
It is a woman's nature to love beauty, but for such beautiful clothes to fall on an ugly body, it is simply an outrageous waste of natural resources.
The female disciples endured the sour emotions in their hearts and raised their eyes upwards, wanting to see how the nearly disfigured face could be transformed with makeup.
Her jet-black hair was tied up high, and her hairpin flew into the temples. Her elegant white neck extended upward, revealing a flawless face. The girl today wore light makeup, and her eyebrows were slightly raised, outlining a slightly sharp face. His aura was faintly tinged with the majesty of a superior person. His porcelain-white jade face was dotted with crimson lips, and the corners of his thin mouth showed a sharp arc. His deep pupils were bottomless, as if looking down at the common people. No one could Can't look into the eyes.
The long trailing skirt swayed on the red carpet, and a faint fragrance floated in the air wherever it went. It was the smell brought by the three-day fast and burning incense.
"Ah, Miss." Many female disciples exclaimed in surprise when they first saw it. Then they remembered that the occasion was wrong, and immediately covered their mouths. They just stared at the person passing in front of them with their eyes wide open in surprise. girl.
Following closely behind was An Mo, who had not been seen for a long time. He had shaved off his beard, and the young man still looked as cold as before. He was half a step behind Song Ye, like a silent guardian.
Except for the heads of the seven major families who reacted as usual, all the onlookers present were astonished.
From the look in each other's eyes, they both saw confusion in each other.
Isn't Ye Lingyin dead? He was still buried in the ancestral grave of the Ye family. Why did Ye Lingyin come out now
No, the name of the new head of the family is Song Ye.
When everyone was in a mist, the girl slowly walked up to the altar. When she was about to step onto the stone steps, she turned her head to look at the crescent moon at the head of the disciples in the inner room, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
The latter looked at her in a daze, and then at the young man behind her, her eyes dark and unclear, covered with a layer of complex colors.
When a shocking conspiracy was revealed that day, she witnessed the whole process as a bystander. Seeing Ye Lingyin go crazy, burst into tears, and finally beg for death, the hatred that had been hidden in her heart for many years also dissipated.
No one can tell whose fault it is in all this.
She was unprepared for Song Ye's rise today, especially Song Ye who was so dressed up, which reminded her of the dead and crazy Ye Lingyin, and also of Ye Meimei.
I hope that chair will not make Song Ye lose his mind as well.
The long skirt flowed over the stone steps and slowly climbed to the heights until standing in front of the altar. Song Ye turned around and faced the seven major families below. His eyes were arrogant and aloof, and his calm momentum shocked the scene, "Today, I, Song Yeden, Assuming the position of head of the Ye family, the Ye family will be under my control from now on. Listen to my orders and use the tiger talisman as evidence to protect the prosperity of the Ye family for hundreds of years. From today on, my orders are rules. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed. . Anyone who disobeys the deployment will be killed. Anyone who betrays the Ye family will be killed."