When Xue Baifeng was at his most down and out, he probably wasn't at this time. Even when he was imprisoned in the government, he was not as embarrassed as he is today.

But he did not resist at all, but his face was full of guilt, and he didn't even dare to look at Deyang. He listened to her painful cry in his ears, and seemed to be frightened.

In his mind, Deyang was a strange woman. She had never been emotional and had never been able to knock her down. She controlled her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness almost perfectly.

He never thought that such a woman who can do great things would cry like the home of thousands of daughters.

Everyone present was at a loss. They were almost the same as Xue Baifeng's thoughts. Deyang is a strange woman. How could she cry in public? What kind of news did Xue Baifeng bring to make her hate her so much and even lose her composure in public?

Seeing that Qian Wu dragged Xue Baifeng down, Xiahou Yongli hurriedly carried Deyang to the main courtyard.

Deyang was sobbing that he couldn't lift his tears, and tears kept falling. Xue Ling looked at her master crying like this with concern, and was so anxious that she was so anxious.

Xiahou Yongli drove Xue Ling and Zi Rong out, and carried her to the soft couch in the room, and sat on the soft couch with her in her arms.

She lay in his arms, crying bitterly, as if she was about to cry out all the grievances of this life.

Xiahou Yongli quietly hugged her, patted her back gently, and coaxed her softly: "Yinyin, don't cry anymore, there is a promising husband!"

After hearing this, Deyang started crying aggrieved again, put his whole face into his arms, and hugged him and sobbed.

Xiahou Yongli sighed and said softly: "Yinyin, no matter what happens, there is a solution, right? Stop crying. I feel distressed, but I can't do anything. Alas... Yinyin, if you feel really wronged, it's okay to cry for a while. It's not good to hold it in your heart, but you can't cry all the time. This is not good for your health."

Deyang slowly stopped crying and lay in his arms and sobbed a few times from time to time.

Seeing that her face was full of tears and her little face was flushed, he couldn't help but roll up his sleeves with distress and gently wiped the tears and sweat on her face.

She thrust Qiong's nose, then pulled his big sleeve directly, and covered it on his nose and blew it.

Xiahou Yongli smiled speechlessly and bitterly. This girl seemed mature and steady, but in fact she was quite willful at heart.

"Are you better?" Xiahou Yongli asked softly with tears from the corners of her eyes.

Deyang glared at him with red eyes and said in a bad tone: "You actually already know, right?"

Xiahou Yongli sighed helplessly: "No, either, I just guessed that I can't count it."

"Then did you guess right?" Deyang stared at him with tears in his eyes, with a bit of fierceness.

Xiahou Yongli smiled bitterly and shook his head. Seeing that she refused to give up, he had to answer helplessly: "I guessed before that if he had a backup plan, he would probably make a fuss about the late emperor."

Deyang stared at him without saying a word.

Seeing her like this, Xiahou Yongli said softly: "Am I right?"

Deyang slowly lowered his eyes, and his long and dense eyelashes were covered with bright tears, as if the dew that had just fallen on the petals were trembling and extremely beautiful.

"Yeah." She replied softly, as if she was murmuring, "If I don't go back, he will throw my father's bones."

As he said that, tears slid down his clean cheeks again...

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