The baby-making system is unreliable

What kind of story is there between the two of them? Isn't Li Weiyuan obsessed with her brother Chang? What kind of story is there!

Yun Yurou looked at Han Xiuqi beside her with curiosity. Her beautiful eyes slightly raised, and she said with a smile: "What is going on?"

The situation of those two people...really, um...they don’t know either.

Han Xiuqi gently rocked the child in his arms and answered with a puzzled look on his face: "I'm not too sure..."

He paused, raised his head and looked at Yun Xirou, then added: "However, that little girl's martial arts are indeed quite powerful, otherwise my father would not have let her go to Miaojiang alone last time."

Yun Xirou slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, nodded gently, and took a sip of water.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently teased Xiaoyu's pink little hand.

This little girl especially likes to grab the hands that others extend to her, but Yun Xirou deliberately prevents her from grabbing them, and seems to enjoy this funny feeling.

"Aiya..." Xiaoyu seemed a little anxious. She waved her little hands, trying to grab Yun Xirou's fingers.

However, Yun Xirou cleverly avoided her capture and continued to make Xiaoyu giggle.

"You just love to tease her."

Han Xiuqi looked at his beloved wife tenderly, without helping anyone, and just watched them make a fuss.

The room was filled with a warm atmosphere, and the interaction between Yun Airou and Xiaoyu was full of love and joy.

After making a fuss for quite some time, Xiaoyu's little mouth kept pouting, tears welled up in her eyes, and finally she couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry. I give it to you, I give it to you. Aren't I giving it all to you?!"

Yun Xirou put her index finger into her hand and tried to comfort herself, but even though she had given it to her, she still cried uncontrollably.

Seeing his daughter's tearful eyes, Han Xiuqi felt distressed, but he didn't know what to do.

He tried to comfort his daughter with a gentle voice, but the little girl didn't seem to appreciate it and kept crying.

I saw the little guy putting his little hands into his mouth and eating happily by himself, with saliva flowing out of the corners of his mouth. He looked both pitiful and funny.

"Is she...hungry!?"

The two then realized that the little guy was starving!

Seeing her pitiful appearance, he touched the corner of her mouth and wiped away the saliva.

Yun Xirou and Han Xiuqi smiled at each other and quickly asked Xia Ye to prepare food.

After a while, Xia Ye came in with milk. When Xiaoyu saw the food, she stopped crying immediately, waved her hands tightly, and swallowed it eagerly.

Yun Xirou and Han Xiuqi looked at Xiaoyu's satisfied expression, and their hearts were filled with happiness and relief.

"It seems that we have to be more careful in the future. We can't let Xiaoyu go hungry again." Yun Xirou said softly.

"Yes, our 'little princess' cannot suffer any grievance." Han Xiuqi stroked Yun Xirou's hair with a smile.

As Xiaoyu ate, the room gradually became quiet, with only occasional swallowing sounds and light breathing sounds.

……

I heard that Concubine Xian walked out of Yangchun Palace. This is a rare thing.

Everyone was shocked to hear this. You know, Concubine Xian had lived in Yangchun Palace for a long time and seldom went out. Now she actually walked out of the palace, which was really curious.

As a result, various speculations came one after another. Some people said that Concubine Xian wanted to take some fresh air and appreciate the beautiful scenery outside the palace; others said that she might have some important matters to deal with.

For a time, there was a lot of discussion in the palace, and everyone was full of doubts and expectations about the move of Concubine Xian.

She never thought that she only did two things after leaving Yangchun Palace. On the first day, Concubine Xian went to pay homage to her father, the emperor and her mother, who were buried on a barren hill outside the imperial city.

"Father, the Emperor, Mother, the Empress, the royal family of the Later Zhou Dynasty, I, the unfilial youngest daughter of the Yang family, have come to see you!"

The virtuous concubine was dressed in a plain white dress, trembling like a withered lotus in the wind, kneeling in front of the coffin with tears streaming down her face.

Her delicate face was now shrouded in grief, like a red spider lily blooming on the road to the underworld, sad, beautiful and resolute.

Her eyes were fixed on the cold tablet in front of her, as if she could see through it the good times she had spent with her loved ones in the past.

However, these memories have now turned into bubbles and drifted away with the wind. Endless sorrow surged into her heart like a tide, making her breathing become heavy.

In this silent mountain, only the low sobs of Concubine Xian echoed in the air, expressing her deep longing and guilt for her deceased relatives.

But at least, at this moment, she was not one of Bei Canghuang's four concubines, but the little princess of the Later Zhou royal family.

"Mother, among the things you left behind, I saw the letter you left for me. You said... that the emperor was becoming more and more absolutist, and you had tried to persuade him for a long time, but it was useless; you said... that the various rebel kings had risen up, and the number of rebels was increasing, and it was impossible to stop them; you said... that the imperial city was in chaos, the country was broken, and you had no way to escape."

Yang Linyue's tears kept falling like pearls from a broken string, soaking the front of her clothes. Every teardrop was the unspeakable pain in her heart, and also her self-blame and regret for the past.

"My daughter trapped herself for a long time, thinking that she could restore the country, thinking that she could kill him for revenge!! At worst, she could let Ruiming ascend the throne."

Yang Linyue smiled as if to mock herself. She really didn't know what she had accomplished in all these years? !

"But I... hehe, I can't do anything at all!!"

But... she couldn't do it after all, and tears fell down. She was a princess of the previous dynasty, and her current situation was unprecedented.

If it were in the previous dynasty, she would have... sacrificed her life for her country and died early. How could she have lived for another twenty years and given birth to three children with Emperor Bei Cang?

"Princess?!" Yang Linyue's clothes were soaked with tears. She couldn't help but ask herself in her heart: "Am I still the princess who was high above and lived a life of luxury? I am no longer the princess. I lost my country and my parents a long time ago."

Yang Linyue used to be so proud and confident. She believed that she had the ability to change everything and restore the Later Zhou Dynasty.

However, reality hit her again and again, making her gradually realize that some things cannot be changed.

For the past twenty years, although she was alive, she was like a walking corpse, without soul and hope.

Looking at everything in front of her, Yang Linyue sighed silently. Perhaps Dangui meant that she should let go of the burden of the past and learn to let herself go.

Yang Linyue wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to cheer herself up.

The next morning, the sun shone on the glazed tiles of the palace, sparkling with dazzling light.

Yang Linyue, wearing a simple long dress, walked out of the palace with light steps.

But her heart was heavy, and she went to look for the child she owed the most.

Along the way, Yang Linyue walked silently, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

She stopped and stared quietly at the closed door.

"Princess, I have a servant to accompany you. After all, you are blood relatives."

After a moment, she sighed softly and slowly opened the door.

At this time, Han Xiuqi was hugging the child. The little guy had just wet the bed, so he had to pick him up.

Yun Xirou's chest heaved up and down with anger. She pointed her finger straight at Xiaoyu, and her beautiful eyes glared at the little kid who was in his father's arms, not knowing his own limitations and gloating over his misfortune.

She couldn't stand it any longer and yelled angrily, "Well, you little girl, how can you wet the bed? And you dare to be so self-righteous?!"

How can she be so confident?! The baby is still young, isn’t it normal for him to wet the bed?

Xiaoyu blinked her innocent big eyes, babbled, and hid obediently in her father's arms.

Han Xiuqi looked at his wife with a smile on his face, his face full of doting. He comforted her softly, "Okay, okay, don't be angry. Children don't understand."

"Stop protecting her! She's only a little kid, but she's already going against me."

Yun Xirou rolled her eyes at her husband in annoyance, but she had actually calmed down in her heart, after all, Xiaoyu was still a child.

This was the scene when Yang Linyue came in, with the family playing and fighting.

Han Xiuqi didn't expect her to come. He was stunned when he saw her, and finally said softly: "Mother..."

This time, Yang Linyue discovered that the child was already a head taller than her.

Yang Linyue raised her head and looked at Han Xiuqi. A hint of relief flashed across her eyes, but was then covered by pain.

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but found that her throat was dry and no sound came out.

The two of them just faced each other silently, their eyes meeting each other, as if they had a thousand words to say but didn't know where to start.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally Yun Xirou broke the silence and took Xiaoyu, who was looking around with her round eyes.

"Mother, you and my husband must have a lot to talk about. I'll carry Xiaoyu to change clothes."

After Yun Xirou finished speaking, she reached out to take Xiaoyu and went out carrying the child.

She slowly stretched out her right hand and tried to touch his face gently, but when her fingertips were about to touch him, she suddenly pulled it back.

However, this time Han Xiuqi did not avoid her hand as he did in the past, but stood there quietly, motionless.

Tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

Her lips trembled slightly, she wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

"Alas! You have suffered so much these years. It is your mother who has let you down!"

Finally, she broke the silence and spoke in an apologetic tone, as if she had used up all her strength.

This was the first and last sentence Yun Xirou heard before she left the house.

They talked for half an hour, and Yun Xirou didn't know what they were talking about.

Just before leaving, Concubine Yang came to see Xiaoyu, and the two exchanged a few words.

The virtuous concubine is very beautiful, worthy of being a princess of the previous dynasty and a beauty in the harem. She has a pretty face and elegant temperament, and exudes a unique charm in her every move.

Perhaps out of gratitude to Yun Xirou, Concubine Yang said softly to Yun Xirou: "It is his blessing to meet you."

Yun Yurou smiled and shook her head slightly. Under her surprised look, she answered with ease and relief: "It is my luck to meet him."

After all, there is someone who has accompanied her through dozens of springs, summers, autumns and winters, or it can be said that they are destined to spend every spring, summer, autumn and winter in the future together.

"You are happier than me. I did something wrong and I don't ask for forgiveness. I just ask... forget it, and let everything be alright!"

After saying this, she really seemed to be relieved from her tired state. She looked at Han Xiuqi deeply, then turned and left.

"My mother... seems to be worried! Perhaps the treasure she had been dreaming of was ultimately lost. She is unable to restore her country, nor can she avenge her hatred... This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to her!"

Yun Xirou watched with concern. After all, her mother had relied on her belief in revenge to get to where she was today.

However, now... the plan of revenge has come to nothing.

Naturally, she also lost her direction.

"In fact, I studied that book with my father, and it is no exaggeration to call it a treasure."

Han Xiuqi narrowed his eyes and spoke to Yun Xirou in a serious tone.

The book records the methods of breeding excellent horses. The Later Zhou Dynasty went through a hundred years of vicissitudes, and its most powerful opponent during this period was Mongolia.

Compared to those gold, silver and jewelry that are only for show, isn’t this a more precious treasure?

Yun Xirou sighed, and suddenly understood: "So... the so-called treasure is this!?"

The treasure that was rumored to be so mysterious turned out to be just a book for training good horses.

……

That night, everything was quiet and a peaceful atmosphere permeated the palace.

The moonlight sprinkled on the roof and walls of the palace like water, reflecting a silvery glow.

The palace maids had already retired to rest, and only a few guards were silently patrolling the corners of the palace.

The entire palace seemed to be asleep. There was no sound except for the rustling of the leaves in the breeze.

The virtuous concubine knelt on the ground, looking haggard, and finally spoke: "I have trapped myself for too long, and I want to leave. I beg Your Majesty to grant my wish."

The emperor looked at the woman in front of him with mixed feelings. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He looked at her with more and more helplessness.

After a long silence, he sighed deeply, with a hint of indescribable bitterness in his voice, and asked word by word: "Now, we have become so estranged!?"

This sentence was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Concubine Xian's heart. She trembled her lips slightly, wanting to explain something, but finally chose to remain silent.

She knew that no matter how many words she said, they would be pale and powerless at this moment, and there was an irreparable rift in their relationship.

It started twenty years ago, when her father and mother passed away, and there is no turning back! !

The emperor looked at Concubine Xian silently, with a hint of pain and loss in his eyes.

Once upon a time, they were so close and understood and cherished each other.

However, there is a deep blood feud between them that cannot be changed.

He couldn't help but recall every little detail of the past, and those beautiful memories flooded into his heart like a tide, making him heartbroken.