Chapter 787: Won't understand

At dinner, Han Jing holding her sore waist and Lian Wu and Lan Ling explained what should be paid attention to in the Xia clan, especially Lian Wu. You must be optimistic about Xiaoxue and never let her run around. . Start on the whole network, book guest!
After all, this place is really a friend or an enemy.
In the Palace of the Saintess, Ling Yue could see that Xia Ji was not happy since she came in. She shut herself in a room and did not come out for dinner.
Ling Yue hesitated for a long time before knocking on the door: "Xia'er?"
After a while, Xia Ji opened the door, but she didn't mean to come out.
"Do you have any wine with you?" Xia Ji suddenly asked when Ling Yue was about to ask what happened to Xia Ji.
Ling Yue nodded.
"Come in." Xia Ji's face was calm, she was very different in normal times. Please remember my URL:
Ling Yue walked in, closed the door, and took out the wine from his space utensils.
When in Ling Youdian, he and Xia Ji often drank some wine, so he always took a lot of good wine with him.
Xia Ji didn't say anything else, but drank the wine in a muffled voice, and there was no expression on her face, she did not have the pleasure of watching the excitement as she described.
Ling Yue curled his eyebrows, but silently drank a lot with Xia Ji.
I don't know how long I drank it, but when it was dark outside, Xia Ji staggered to his feet and lit a candle.
She suddenly said, "Do you know where this is?"
Ling Yue was taken aback for a moment, and tentatively asked, "Is this the room you used to live in?"
It doesn't seem to be the same either. This room is too simple. Although the room is large, there are no extras at all, beds, tables, cabinets, and there is almost nothing else.
And his Xia'er, like ordinary women, likes jewelry, and gorgeous clothes. In Lingyou Hall, he specially prepared a very large room for her, filled with all kinds of clothes and clothes. jewelry.
Xia Ji walked back to sit down, poured another glass of wine, and after a long time, she replied, "This is the place where my father lived."
Ling Yue looked at Xia Ji in surprise.
He has been with Xia Ji and his wife for many years, and the two have had a good time. It is not that he hasn't asked Xia Ji about her past, but she has never said it. He only wanted her to be happy, so if she didn't say anything, he didn't ask anymore.
This is the first time they have been together for many years, and she mentioned her past to him for the first time.
Xia Ji didn't know if she was telling Ling Yue or she was telling herself that her expression was calm and soft, not at all like her usual arrogance and wanton.
"He has been here for a long time, he is always cautious, always worried that he is not doing well, people will look down on me, someone will bully me. There are so many servants in Mingming Palace, but he insists on doing it every day Give me food, he always wants to do something special for me."
As Xia Ji was talking, her voice was a bit choked, but in her eyes, there was not even a drop of tears.
She touched the corner of her eye and laughed ironically: "I forgot, I don't have any tears anymore. Tears have already dried up."
"So why save me? What's the point of my life?"
"How can you people with feelings understand what kind of desolation it is when I lose everything?"
"Yes, none of you will understand, you will not understand..."