Chapter 347

**East of the city, on Jinghu Island.

Yue Qingcheng played the piano lightly by the lake alone, facing the beautiful quiet lake, with an intoxicating smile inadvertently on a dusty face.

Today she didn't wear her peach red palace, but a white palace skirt, but she still wore a tacky peach blossom on her head, the flower is red, and the flower is more beautiful in the photo of a person.

At this time, she did not play the song "Broken", but played a gentle and beautiful piece. The melodious sound of the piano resounded faintly by the lake. [

After the song ended, Yue Qingcheng stood quietly, with the breeze blowing by, her snow-white palace group fluttered gently, and her beautiful face was full of sweet smiles. This smile can captivate a city or a country.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

"What a song Feng Qiuhuang, Nizi, you are missing your lover!"

There were three light applause from behind, followed by a playful laugh.

"Well, I'm not coming, patriarch, you are making fun of Qingcheng..." Yue Qingcheng was startled, turned her head to look, and found that Yue Xishui was looking at her with a smile, her eyebrows and eyes were full of teasing, she immediately blushed and became shy.

"That boy is not passionate? That girl is not pregnant? What is there to be ashamed of! Since God created men and women, it is for them to find their own spouses, hold their hands, grow old with them, and spend this noisy world together! Qingcheng, Ye Qinghan is good, cherish him."

"Well, what the patriarch said is very reasonable. Qingcheng is lucky to find his true love, and I will definitely use my life to maintain this relationship!" Yue Qingcheng nodded slightly, her brows and eyes were firm, and she pondered for a moment, but she suddenly asked Yue Xishui: "Patriarch, have you...have you ever loved someone?"

"A person who loved?" Yue Xishui was suddenly asked such a question, and she felt a little sad. What appeared in her mind was the old man's stubborn face in black, and she said sadly: "I used to, but I couldn't let go of the position of the patriarch, and he was also the heir of the patriarch at that time, so in the end, I had to divide the work..."

"Then you can redeem it now. Now that you have become a god, you can let go of a lot of things. Of course you can pursue your love and happiness!" Seeing Yue Xishui's lost expression, Yue Qingcheng became sad. Yue Xishui ruined her life's happiness and suffering for the Yue family.

"It's different now. He is already the patriarch, and he has countless grandchildren. If you miss something, you can't have it anymore..." Yue Xishui shook his head weakly, with a lonely expression.

"Patriarch, I still feel that you have to fight for your own happiness. If you don't fight for it, you will regret it. Rather than spending your lower body in regret and sadness, it's better..."

Yue Qingcheng, looking at Yue Xishui and her beautiful face, couldn't help feeling a little heartbroken, and began to do ideological work for Yue Xishui. I hope she is brave enough to pursue her own happiness. It's just... Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a strange singing voice in the distance from Jinghu Lake. She looked towards Jinghu Lake a little angrily, but when she looked, her face was blushing. A pretty face was as bright as pink in an instant, the redness surpassed the peach blossoms on her head.

"Hey, my sister on the other side...listen to me, my elder brother... came to propose marriage today, the birds in the sky... are in pairs, I want to marry...my sister back home..."

In the quiet lake, countless small boats rowed quickly.

Standing in front of the frontmost boat was a handsome young man, wearing a bright red robe, a red hat on his head, red leather boots on his feet, and a big red flower on his chest. At this time, he was still holding a large bouquet of red roses, singing a weird love song there, waving the roses in his hand, and looking affectionately here... Not Ye Qinghan, who else?

"Hehehe... Ye's courtship is very special. Why don't Qingcheng go to dress up and meet your little lover?"

Yue Xishui laughed loudly, her whole body was in full bloom, and finally stopped laughing, and then she started joking about Yue Qingcheng again.

"Pfft... I won't come, Patriarch, I'm going back, I'm so ashamed!" Yue Qingcheng laughed when she saw Ye Qinghan, who was dressed strangely and sang love songs even more weirdly. Hearing Yue Xishui's teasing, her face became even more reddened, she stomped her feet, lifted her palace skirt, and ran away cheerfully!

"Huh? How did you run away? Did my love song sing too forcefully? Scared my sister away?" [

When Ye Qinghan saw Yue Qingcheng saw him coming, he turned his head and ran away. He couldn't help but stop waving his hands, twisted his body, and fiddled with his clothes... The clothes made him very uncomfortable, and it took him a while to get used to them. He turned his head and said to Ye Gun and Ye Tianqing behind him.

"You little bastard, don't you know other love songs? I got goosebumps all over my body when I sang it. It's no wonder your little daughter-in-law doesn't run away!" Ye Gun from behind was also feeling uncomfortable, staring at Ye Qinghan and said.

"Cough, cough! The young patriarch's love song has a special charm!" Ye Tianqing also said with a face full of black lines, and his old face was slightly red.

"Go, I'm not blaming you guys. I have to dress like this. What love songs do I have to sing? I only know this song for courtship. I love you!" Ye Qinghan also had black lines on his face, when he arrived in ** City this morning. The master of ceremonies at the Ye family asked him to wear a red robe, and explained many rules to him, saying that this is the courtship etiquette in Yanlong Continent, and he must not lose the etiquette...

As the deputy elders of Ye Family Battle Hall and Criminal Hall, Ye Tianqing and Ye Gun are obliged to become the representatives of Ye Family this time. Bringing countless treasures, she came to the Yue family to ask for a saint.

In less than half an hour, all the boats docked. Numerous elders and children of the Yue family had already arrived to greet the Ye family envoys. They even organized a special band to welcome them with gongs and drums. It was very lively.

Ye Qinghan smiled all over his face, and under the arrangement of the two masters of ceremonies, he performed countless etiquettes, such as splashing water, sprinkling flowers, and offering tea... It took him several hours to go through all the complicated etiquettes, and he was as tired as if he had fought a big battle with a large group of people.

The etiquette is exhausted, the time is almost up, and it is time to eat. It was said that it was a meal, but Ye Qinghan didn't take a bite of the meal, and kept toasting table by table with wine glasses, smiling non-stop, and drinking glasses of strong wine, almost made his face cramp from laughing, and made his head dizzy.

Well, in order to marry a daughter-in-law, I will bear it!

Ye Qinghan resisted vomiting and feeling uncomfortable, and was tossed for more than an hour, but he thought the banquet was over, so he could let him take a rest and take a nap in the afternoon. In the afternoon, he was dragged to the ancestral temple of the Yue family, saying that he wanted to worship the ancestors.

It was burning incense and kowtow again. I had been busy all afternoon, and my head was getting bigger. As a result, the dinner party started, and I had to toast again...

Well, bear with it!

It's just... when Ye Qinghan pretended to be drunk and left the venue early, and was about to sneak into Xiyuan, climb into Yue Qingcheng's boudoir, and talk about the pain of lovesickness, but was suddenly surrounded by a group of masked women, saying that they could not meet before marriage...

He decided not to bear it anymore, and cursed in his heart, why can't he see his own daughter-in-law? What kind of family are you asking for?

I can't bear it anymore, I don't need to bear it anymore. He was no longer polite, and directly merged with the beast, a soul was confused and stunned all the masked women. Ye Qinghan took small steps and walked into Yue Qingcheng's boudoir Shi Shiran.

Looking sideways, there is a faint fragrance of peach blossoms pervading the room. In front of a dresser next to a big red bed, Yue Qingcheng is facing the bronze mirror, sitting shyly, with the scent of spring...