Chapter one hundred and twenty-one

Bai Mei opened his mouth as if to say something. But at last he didn't say anything and took a step back in silence. She pinched a few Jin Guihua with sweet and greasy aroma and put them in her mouth. She chewed and chewed. The bitter and astringent spread made her frown. Emperor Yan thought she was questioning and denying her words, and added with a wry smile: "Your status is noble enough to seal the hou fief. Although the place is not very peaceful, General Li, the prefect of Zhao, is a wise man. As long as you don't be too confused, no one will have a hard time with you. It may not be possible to dominate the blessing, but it is always possible to enjoy wealth, you..." Bai Mei forced himself to swallow the fine sweet-scented osmanthus, and nodded helplessly to show his understanding for the greasy sweetness. So Anping Yanxuan was relieved. In addition to staying together, Bai Mei did everything he promised him, so he was willing to believe that she was smart enough because she would not self-destruct her future. Well, that's all we have to say. So … "You, it's time to hit the road?" At the end of the day, he still didn't know what she wanted. And she still can't learn how to hold her heart in front of each other. Accustomed to camouflage for too long, the truth is like a lie, but the lie is like the truth. Bai Mei looked up at the moon. The moon is round, on the dark sky curtain, among the twinkling stars, Bai Mei's face is estranged with soft light. Her face was pale, her lips pressed tightly, and she said nothing. Emperor Yan frowned and spoke again: "You, it's time to hit the road, say it's today..." "You have been dragging on like this, can't change the result of things, can only let..." It only makes things more and more embarrassing. Emperor Yan has said this sentence countless times, starting from the morning, he said it again and again. Bai Mei can always find reasons to delay her inevitable departure... ..... Xuan Xuan, I didn't eat... ..... Your Majesty, I can't bear to drink a mouthful of water... ..... Xuan Xuan, I'm hungry again... ..... Your Majesty, what if you are tired and can't walk... She's always looking for reasons. He had to indulge her. Pain in my heart, after all, is reluctant to pierce the last layer of cover. But this time, he and she both knew that if they delayed, they would change from quantitative change to qualitative change. "Yes..." Bai Mei sighed lightly and turned to look at him. "Then, I'm leaving." "Let's go." Yan Emperor said, at the same time secretly looking forward to Bai Mei's next sentence in his heart. What's the next sentence? See you later, huh? ..... No, goodbye is hard, but there must always be goodbye. Anping Yanxuan's heart has been secretly painful, painful to numbness, has been imperceptible. He was just looking forward to the next sentence Bai Mei and he said. Because he knew that what she said to him would not be too much. Her voice, no matter when, makes him feel good. If you can listen to one more sentence, listen to one more sentence. However, Bai Mei turned around. There is no consistent smile, no consistent pleasant singing voice, and no complex eyes of nostalgia or sadness, leaving only Emperor Yan with a slightly pale and lonely figure, drifting away. No farewell. Don't say goodbye, is "goodbye" or "farewell" two words, she is also stingy with the export. Are you stingy with exporting? Emperor Yan just stood under the osmanthus tree, and Ren osmanthus fell all over. He stared at the corner where she disappeared. He thought, she still owes him a farewell. Why did she leave? He held out his hand blankly, as if trying to catch something, but his hand could only be empty. Then he suddenly felt someone around him saying something in a hurry. He turned to look at it, but there was a hazy mist in front of him. He wanted to move away, but he tripped over his clothes and fell on the cobblestone ground. It seems that someone is holding him, still babbling, babbling. It seems that when she was still by his side, she opened her mouth and kept talking sweetly. Is it worrying again? He thought, and smiled at the figure, but he realized more clearly and coldly that everything was over.