Leng Xian suddenly became excited, his weak body got up from the bed, and walked in front of Baili Yu Xin step by step, I don't know where the strength came from, looking at him with hurt eyes, is he really his father? Why was he so strange, and why did she feel like she didn't know him anymore? The former father was gentle and polite, and he was even more pampered to himself, even if he made a fuss in his harem and bullied those concubines who had slept in the dormitory, he just shook his head helplessly, ignored it, and acquiesced to his behavior.

And now, his voice is cold, his eyes are cold, and he keeps saying that he will never tolerate his actions. Leng Xianning only felt like a basin of cold water poured on her head, making her tremble and unable to think.

The pale and chapped lips moved lightly twice, she quietly looked at the handsome face that could not hide the embarrassment, and laughed silently, laughing inexplicably, laughing painfully.

"Father, have you really decided not to Ning Er? Do you really want me? ”

Time passed minute by minute, and a needle could be heard in the quiet room, Leng Xian Ning waited quietly, waiting for her answer, her black and white eyes were filled with fog-like moisture, her eyes were gentle, and that kind of eyes were not looking at her father, but at her lover for many years, with deep affection.

Baili Yu Xin looked at her eyes, and was stunned for a moment, why was this happening, why did he have a strange feeling for her eyes. Fiercely suppressed his unbearability and pain, turned around,

"It's good to know."

In just four words, Leng Xian Ning completely fell to the bottom, all hope was gone, the darkness in front of her seemed to be the end of the world, she had no direction, no ability to think, no pride in calm,

Hysterically yelled, "I'm not a princess, I'm not your daughter, you don't have the right to decide my life." ”

Baili Yu Xin's back trembled, turned around, looked at her with a frown, and left quickly, with an expression of infinite sadness on his face. His heart had never ached as much as it had ever been, even when poetry had left him.

Yes, he is not her biological father, and he has no right to decide for her what to do in life. Her father is Leng Yang.

However, after so many years, he doted on her in every way, let her do whatever she wanted in the palace, without restraint, gave her everything she wanted, loved her, wanted to make up for her lost father's love, and gave her a warm home.

It turned out that he had never been qualified to be her father, but he was sentimental, thinking that he could replace Leng Yang's existence, everything was just his own wishfulness, in her heart, he was nothing, nothing.

Leng Xianning saw the sadness and self-blame in his dark eyes, and the loneliness in his back, only to suddenly realize what he said, and immediately panicked, damn it, what did she say? How so?

wanted to step forward and hold him, but found that his footsteps were vain and he fell to the ground, "Father," Leng Xian Ning screamed, looking at the door expectantly, but the back disappeared at the door without stopping, shattering her expectations.

"Father, the son knows that he is wrong, and the son is no longer willful."

"How about you come back?"

The staccato voice kept telling her prayers, but the long figure was no longer in early summer.

Leng Xianning was a little panicked, why did she have a feeling in her heart that her father would be farther and farther away from her, farther and farther away, until she could no longer touch him.

In the purple glass palace, the moonlight is in the sky, the pavilions are curling, the moonlight is pouring, it is not beautiful, the crisp and subtle insects are singing, and a small figure is leaning against the window in the moon-white dark light, holding his cheeks.

Raising his dark yellow face and looking up at the bright moon. The black and white eyes shone like stars in the dark, but at the moment there was a deep sense of helplessness and sadness in those eyes.

Since the quarrel with his father in the morning, he has not said a word again, nor has he come to see her. Did she hurt her father? Thinking of her father's pained eyes before leaving, her heart felt as painful as if it had been delayed.

Even though she pleaded behind her and admitted her mistakes, he didn't look back. 、

She knew how serious her words were, for so many years, her father's kindness to her was obvious to everyone, but she said that kind of thing today, saying that he was not her father.

Her heart trembled slightly in pain and self-blame, she knew it was wrong, she really knew it was wrong. Thinking of his father's meticulous care for him, giving her the best, giving her the most favor, and letting her be all willful and messing around. Although he is busy with government affairs and has endless reviews every day, he still finds time to talk and eat with him.