Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 159

A mahogany table, compared to the luxury of the outer room, is more than a little bit crude.

With curiosity in her heart, she stepped forward, and there were all the four treasures of the study on the case, but what made the woman more curious was the scrolled scroll in front of the case.

From the surface, the age of the roll paper is not very old, but the color on both sides is slightly worn, obviously caused by the owner's frequent flipping.

Recalling the numerous checks outside the garden, and recalling the difference between the outdoors and the indoors, the luxury was left outside, but this calligraphy was left alone inside, the woman's eyes were slightly cold, and she slowly stretched out her hand.

She felt that this painting might hide a secret unknown to her.

Just when her fingertips were about to touch the picture scroll in front of the case, a voice full of anger sounded from not far away.

"Who allowed you to enter this court room!!!"

The woman was startled by the sudden voice, she turned her head suddenly, and saw Yan Jiaxuan standing not far away with an angry face, and behind him, a maid who was escorted to the ground by the soldiers was covered in blood.

With a dark face, Yan Jiaxuan took the scrolls from the table, and after careful inspection, there was no damage at all, and he felt a little relieved.

Sensing the coldness conveyed by the stranger, the woman also knew that she must have violated the taboo of others, and immediately said: "General, I..."

Suddenly interrupting the person's words, Yan Jiaxuan said coldly: "I have made it clear to the emperor that the engagement is cancelled, and you are not welcome to set foot in the general's mansion in the future." After finishing speaking, he said: "Seeing off guests!"

In a chaotic commotion, the woman who kept struggling and screaming was forcibly dragged out of the courtyard, and the crying sound became smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely.

After the soldiers withdrew, Yan Jiaxuan was the only one left in the room. He walked back to the case, hung the scroll on the wall, looked at the tightly bound scroll for a long time, slowly raised his hand, and untied the ribbon that bound the scroll. .

The unbound picture scroll poured down like the most delicate silk yarn, and as the scroll spun quickly, a beautiful side face that was all over the country and city was slowly revealed in front of it.

The person in the painting is wearing a moon white cotton shirt, standing sideways in front of the carved window, with white hands like jade resting on the window, as if he wants to close the window, but he seems to be feeling something when he wants to close the window. After that, he paused for a breath, and looked up with those narrow and long-looking phoenix eyes.

On that not too intense afternoon, on that ordinary but special day, that face that seemed to be flawless from heaven was reflected in his mind stroke by stroke, which made him unable to forget it and never forget it. Dare to forget a little bit.

Lifting his unconsciously trembling hand, Yan Jiaxuan caressed the face of the person in the painting. The touch of his fingertips and the ever-cold temperature let him know that this person will never come back, never appear again, and he will never be able to Fulfill that original promise.

Before meeting this person, Yan Jiaxuan never knew that Xinyue alone could be so sweet, so happy, so full of expectations for tomorrow and the future.

He likes to go to the mansion to look for him every day, and just looking at him so stupidly gives him the illusion that he is watching the whole world.

He likes to go out for an outing with him. Although it is embarrassing to fall, it can make him smile, and he also thinks that fall is sweet.

He was even thankful that he didn't understand water, otherwise how would he have known, so he was willing to go into the water as a son to save him, not afraid of Yu Chang Lun, not afraid of the eyes of the world.

He greedily wants to get all the gifts he sends out, no matter who they are for, in his heart, they are all his own, after all... that person is also his own.

Yan Jiaxuan knew that everyone felt that he was immature, and his feelings for that person were just a moment of dizziness and a sudden surge of interest. Therefore, when the battlefield came to report, he wanted to prove himself to him and to everyone. .

He promised the man that he would come back and marry him after he became a general, definitely, definitely.

Life on the battlefield was cruel and difficult, and he spent every sleepless night relying on the calligraphy that copied that man.

Yan Jiaxuan thought, wait, wait, when he returns to Lin'an, when he becomes a general, he can prove himself, and that person will understand.

That person is his own, this is the murmur that accompanied Yan Jiaxuan through countless days and nights, and before hearing those words, Yan Jiaxuan really thought so.

'Doctor, what happened to my body? '

"My lord, this is your pulse for two and a half months..."

Ximai, two and a half months, Yan Jiaxuan didn't know how he felt when he heard the news, pain?At a loss?Also still confused.

How could that person be pregnant?Then...whose child is it?Didn't they make an appointment?Why... pregnant?

In a trance, he just took the porridge away, and saw that