Nongmenfu girl's daily life

Chapter 263 Hua Yanan's Suppressed Anger

As night fell, it seemed as if the darkness covered all the turbulent dark tides, as if everything had returned to the silence of the night.

However, the state of mind of many people is turbulent and unable to calm down.

Hua Yan'an wanted to tell Lin An'an about his background and life experience, but seeing his daughter's shocked appearance, he slowed down, sighed, and finally said nothing.

I want to wait for my daughter to recover and accept her current status before telling her about other things at home.

He was afraid that if he told his daughter what he was plotting now, the daughter would not be able to bear it all at once.

Thinking of what he was plotting, his eyes sank.

It is not a simple matter to bring down the power of the traitorous concubine. The traitorous concubine's natal family is too strong. Now that the emperor is old and sick all the time, he has already been excluded.

The treacherous concubine seems to be the favorite concubine of the harem, but in fact, she has already reviewed the memorials for the emperor, and all she has to do is listen to the government behind the curtain and put on a dragon robe.

Hua Yan'an wanted to give her daughter some time and space to digest these things, pushed the door open, and quietly exited the study.

Lin Anan lowered her eyes, dumbfounded.

It was drizzling outside the window, and the cool wind was blowing in from the window, bringing with it the smell of damp and damp soil.

Lin Anan stood by the window, looking at the rain outside the window.

The continuous drizzle washes the whole world, and the drizzle moistens everything, very gentle, which is the kindness and care given by this world.

Recalling the last days, that world was not so friendly.

She originally thought that she was born in the last days, and she was an out-and-out person in the last days, but now she realized that she was an outsider, who was the one who occupied the magpie's nest.

I guess Uncle Lin also knows about it, right?
Just like father, he can tell at a glance that his child is different. At that time, Uncle Lin also saw that he was not the original An An.

She didn't masochistically go out to get in the rain, but just quietly looked outside.

I don't know how long I watched it until the rain stopped and dawn broke, a beam of sunshine with water vapor, and a rainbow after the rain appeared.

A rooster crows, announcing the end of the day and the beginning of a new day.

Lin Anan pushed the door and left. She didn't go to see her father, nor did she go to see her junior uncle, but left Hua's house directly.

The guarded An Qi followed, and An Jiu reported to Hua Yan'an.

"Gone?" Hua Yanan waved his hand, "I see."

After An Jiu stepped back, Hua Yan'an took out the wood carving, stretched out his hand and stroked the face of the wood carving gently, his voice was very soft, "Wanwan, I told my daughter that she is like me. But...in fact, she is more like you."

"I know she won't leave Qin Lu, that wolf cub, but I just feel uncomfortable."

"If you were by my side, would you make fun of me?"

"In the past, you always said that I doted on my daughter like my life, but in the future our son-in-law will be miserable."

"Thinking about it now, you still know me best."

"Wanwan, I... miss you so much..."

Hua Yan'an looked at the woodcarving with gentle eyes, full of nostalgia, with deep melancholy and sadness in his eyes...

How deep is love.

The more you lose, the more painful it is.

He picked up his teacup and drank it down.

At this time, maybe a glass of wine can relieve your worries.

But he remembered that Wanwan didn't like the smell of alcohol, so he quit drinking a long time ago.

For so many years, tea has been used instead of wine.

Tea is not intoxicating, the more sober the mind, the more clear and unforgettable the bits and pieces.

The teacup was squeezed tightly in the palm of his hand, and cracks appeared, and finally he was driven by internal force and turned into powder. His eyes were full of irrepressible hatred. The death of his wife, forced to be separated from his own daughter, was the culprit of all this. ...

His eyes looked in the direction of the capital...

Soon, his game will begin.

None of those people could escape.

(End of this chapter)