Chapter one hundred and thirty-five

She looked at Yongyan to greet, say goodbye, salute and quit... And looked at Anping Yan Xuan screen retired all the servants, let them retreat to the courtyard where the study is located. Then she decided not to continue watching Anping Yanxuan's uneasiness, uneasiness and contradiction. This expression, which usually means a lot of trouble, made her a little confused. For the time being, she didn't want to appease Anping Yanxuan, who didn't know which one was awkward with her tendons. She spread back on her chair, hung her eyebrows and played with the piece of cold jade she had just got. She was slightly depressed. Whoever he is, no matter how much preparation he has made, will feel depressed when he sees that the little children he wishes to hold in his hand and rub into his heart are treated with such courtesy but alienation and precaution. What's more, Bai Mei himself did not have a happy childhood, Once my greatest wish was to have my own children one day, She must be happy and stable, and can live like a child, but now she has to throw her girl into such a bottomless palace, and she can't recognize her face because she is equally distressed... Bai Mei desperately wants to find something to vent her depression. Anping Yanxuan contradicted for a while, finally overcame his complicated and shy retreat, and suddenly said, "Bai Mei, you know, right? You know, Yan'er belongs to me and your child, don't you?" Bai Mei looked at him sideways, his eyes dark, calm deeper and deeper. Anping Yanxuan was discouraged to find that he could not get any useful information from such eyes. So he assumed that the dull and contradictory woman had not fully understood or believed what she said, and more and more felt that her assumption was correct. He forced himself to speak again: "You left on the night of August 15th that year, before we..." Then choked on what he was going to say. Bai Mei has been staring at his eyes, making him almost difficult to continue. Fortunately, his strong self-calm after years of training saved him, making him barely able to continue after a pause. "Pregnant in October, Yan's birthday is in May..." He said in a tone of depression and sadness he had not expected: "So she is really your child, you should believe me, I, I will not be cheap enough to cheat you with such words..." Bai Mei frowned. Anping Yanxuan turned his back and lowered his head. He did not look at the dark eyes that made him indulge and despair. He bit his lip and said, "That's all I want to say. You can go." "Xuan Xuan, I..." Bai Mei rubbed his forehead and wanted to explain the wording with a headache. "Enough, you go. I don't care about you, I don't care about you, believe it or not, whatever you think, now, you go!" He gritted his teeth and was eager to drive out the woman who had forced him to gaffe again and again. He stood there, stiff but upright. He will never lose his last face, he thought like this, comforting himself, and hating why his ears are good enough to hear the rustle of innocent plum's dress and the lighter and lighter footsteps when she got up. She is about to leave, he bites his lip harder, and her slow, lazy and sensitive temper, which is afraid of trouble and something, will definitely not stay and continue to face herself. He knew that he was basically making trouble without reason. Make trouble without reason. I really failed. He felt his eyes were hot and his nose was sour. If he had known it was such a result, he might as well say nothing. He bit his lip and seemed to feel a sweet smell, so he pushed harder. He didn't loosen his lips until the footsteps had disappeared. Now, it doesn't matter if he cries out. He thinks, low and powerless to spit out his suppressed choke. No one is there. He can no longer maintain the dignity of his emperor, let alone worry about being looked down upon by the carefully pleasing people he attaches importance to. He closed his eyes, let the tears slide down, and didn't wipe them. Anyway, no one cares, does it? Then Anping Yanxuan suddenly froze. He felt someone hugging him from behind him. "Xuanxuan, don't be sad, don't be angry, don't cry, aren't you dissatisfied and vent directly at me? I absolutely recognize beating, scolding and punishing... don't drive me away..." Warm breath, soft voice, with helpless and frustrated emotions... shouldn't this person have already left? He stunned, turned his head, only to see Bai Mei with guilt and careful test eyes. "You... didn't leave?" Anping Yanxuan just looked at her and did not refuse the hug.