famous concubine

Chapter 880 You, As For You (4)
After hearing this, Nanny An, whose eyes were ecstatic, suddenly became ashamed like an eggplant beaten by frost.

His eyes were dim, his face was expressionless, and he sat on the ground in a wooden and decadent manner.

Dongfang Yu raised his eyebrows lightly, and a thoughtful look appeared in the corner of his eyes.

The impatience in Prince An's eyes had reached the extreme; he stared at Nanny An coldly, waved his hand, and said ruthlessly, "Come here, drag this evil slave out and stick him to death."

Immediately, someone came to respond and dragged the paralyzed Nanny An out; Dongfang Yu quietly stuffed something into Qing He's hand behind him; he looked at Xia Xue again, and then Xia Xue and Qing He quietly retreated out.

This dust-cleaning banquet also caused another bloody incident because of the death of a yellow dog that made Prince An human. It became the most depressing and unpalatable meal in Prince An's Mansion.

Next, Prince An was picky about the Oriental language from time to time; he spoke very little; however, every time he uttered it, he would definitely demote the Oriental language.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that the Oriental language is not pleasing to the eye.

Mo Bai spent a lot of thought on this, just to reverse the impression of the Oriental language in Prince An's heart; but no matter what he did, Prince An was not satisfied with the Oriental language; on the contrary, the more he did for the Oriental language; The oriental language becomes more and more disgusting.

For this reason, Dongfang Yu tried several times to persuade Mo Bai not to bother; but every time the words came to her mouth, she couldn't bear to say them.

Mo Bai worked so hard, but only hoped that she could get along well with the people he valued.

It's just that the person Mo Bai valued may not necessarily value Mo Bai as much.

Dongfang Yu always thinks of Prince An's alienated, indifferent and loving eyes on Mo Bai, and feels that there must be some hidden secrets between the father and son that are difficult for others to know.

It's a pity that she couldn't find out what happened after several inquiries.

In a blink of an eye, more than half a month has passed in a hurry.

On this day, after Mo Bai returned to the mansion from outside, he did not return to Liuguang Pavilion as usual; instead, he took a detour to Prince An's courtyard with his thoughts on his mind; Go to Liuguang Pavilion.

Dongfang Yu saw that his expression was in a trance, so he asked with concern: "Mo Bai, is there something hidden in your heart?"

Mo Bai glanced at her indifferently, then lowered his eyelashes to hide the changing light in his eyes, and said, "It's nothing serious."

Dongfangyu raised his eyebrows, and his heart moved.

No big deal, just something happened.

She combed his glossy black hair with ten fingers, let him lie down, and held his head in the posture of a mother protecting a baby, her eyes lightly swept the curved shadow under his long eyelashes, and said softly: "Mo Bai, are you thinking about the death day of the princess tomorrow?"

Hearing this, the man who lay on her lap and closed his eyes was slightly moved.

He was absent-minded for a moment, and suddenly turned sideways to a position facing her waist.

Dongfang Yu glanced lightly, and sighed in his heart, this person is a child who is wounded and seeking asylum at this moment.

Looking at his posture, he clearly didn't want her to see the expression on his face.

"Mobai, I don't know what kind of life you lived in Prince An's Mansion before; I also don't know the story between you and Princess An; before, if you didn't tell me, I wouldn't ask; it's the same now; I believe that one day in the future, you will be willing to tell me the matter yourself."

Her voice was very soft, like the tune of a mother coaxing her child in her sleep. Mo Bai smelled the faint fragrance of her body and listened to her soft and pleasant voice, and the fluctuating emotions in his heart gradually calmed down.

Dongfangyu combed his hair, and said softly: "I'm telling you this now; I don't want to pry into your past privacy; everyone has something that they don't want others to know; even if we are husband and wife now , each of us is an independent individual; I will never force you to do something you don't want to do; such as digging up old things in the past, if it is a memory you are determined to bury, then we will forget it together; live the present , To move forward to the future is what we should do.”

"However, if there are some things that cannot be forgotten or avoided, then we must face them bravely and positively. I believe that as long as we have confidence, we can overcome any difficulties."

Mo Bai's hands around her waist tightened slightly, because his face was sideways to hers, his voice sounded a little muffled.

"Xiaoyu, tomorrow...tomorrow is the death day of my concubine mother, I think I should go and see her."

"The anniversary of Princess An's death..."

Dongfang Yu smiled faintly, the smile looked a little far away, she looked at the man with eyes still closed, her palm was pressed against his cool face, the slightly warm palm just warmed his cool cheek.

"Then let's go together tomorrow."

She looked at him with a smile; her eyes were soft and understanding.

No matter how bad that life was, she will always be his biological mother; when a person dies, the past should also be annihilated with the wind.

She could understand the helpless ups and downs in his eyes, maybe the memories that Princess An brought to him were all negative things; but no matter what; this couldn't stop him from longing to be close to his mother's vision.

The man didn't open his eyes, but even with his eyes closed, he could still feel her understanding and support for him, "Well, Xiaoyu, thank you."

The girl lowered her head, and used her soft lips to soothe his uneasiness.

In Prince An's Mansion, it seems that everything about Princess An has become a taboo.

As for Princess An's death date, no one would remember it.

Dongfangyu was not even sure if Mo Bai went to pay homage to Princess An's tomb alone in previous years.

Late at night, people are quiet.

Mo Bai looked at the woman with a sweet sleeping face, gently lifted the quilt, then put on her clothes on tiptoe, opened the door, and walked out lightly.

He didn't know that after he went out, the sleeping woman on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

After Mo Bai left the Liuguang Pavilion, he went straight to Prince An's courtyard.

It has been 16 years, and the face of that woman in his memory has long been blurred; even when he was beaten and scolded in pain when he was young, he couldn't get her loving and caring eyes... Those pictures, after he had Xiaoyu, became more and more Faded away.

He gradually felt that because he was living happily now; the resentment towards her in his heart also slowly disappeared with the wind.

Stripping away the painful memories of the past, he just wants to treat her simply as the person who gave him life; at least on the day of her death, he should let that man give her the respect he deserves.

Despite the turmoil in his mind, Mo Bai walked quickly; not long after leaving the Liuguang Pavilion, he arrived at Prince An's courtyard.

Although the night is deep and people are quiet, Prince An obviously hasn't rested yet; because the lights in his study are still flickering.

(End of this chapter)