Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

Yu Wenjun has always been negligent in getting acquainted with his colleagues and superiors, and he doesn't bother to use the common way to move his official position. How could he be discovered by the governor of Yanzhou and promoted him to Sima?

If it is said that there are no artificial manipulations, Yu Wenjun would not believe it anyway.

He thought of the old houses of the Yu family in Yanzhou, the domineering grandmother, and the deep-rooted families of the family, and he sighed deeply.

He thought that if he insisted on going his own way, his elders would be displeased, but now that he has entered his thirties, and his daughter is fourteen years old, Yu Wenjun really didn't expect that the family would ignore his wishes, without even asking, and directly Intervene in his official career.

But now, Yu Wenjun's dissatisfaction with being manipulated by his family is minimal, and he puts all his attention on King Langya.

King Langya came to Guangling County to avoid people's eyes and ears. If Yu Wenjun was transferred back to Yanzhou, the ancestral house would be full of people, so what would the prince's disguise be?

Yu Wenjun wrote to friends and family acquaintances to inquire for a long time, but the replies he received were not optimistic. If it is still possible for them to entrust favors to activities before the transfer order is issued, but the official transfer letter has been issued by the imperial court, and it has been filed with the Ministry of Officials in the capital. I am afraid that there is no way to change it.

Friends don't understand Yu Wenjun's actions. It's a great thing to be transferred from the remote Zhongjun prefect to Shangzhou Sima, so why worry?

Yu Qingjia knelt on the couch, listening to her father sigh worriedly: "I really didn't expect that Laojun would be so bossy. She didn't even ask about such a big matter, and directly made the decision for me. Stand up I'm going to be manipulated by my grandmother for a year, I really have no face to face everyone."

Yu Wenjun sighed, Yu Qingjia couldn't bear it, and said softly: "Father, the family disregarded your political ambitions to exercise power arbitrarily, and you are also a victim, so you don't have to feel guilty."

Yu Wenjun shook his head, he was already in his thirties, he didn't care about himself, he only felt sorry for his daughter and son. Murong Yan was also present, he poured a glass of buttermilk slowly, and said: "The transfer order has already been issued, and it will be suspicious if you forcefully evade it. After all, there are more famous politicians in Yanzhou, who live in seclusion in the city, maybe this is good."

Yu Wenjun understood Murong Yan's words, the matter has come to this point, and this is the only way to go on. Perhaps King Langya was right. There are many famous families in Yanzhou with profound heritage, and the son moved to Yanzhou with them, which is more conducive to cultivating influence and accumulating strength. It's just that, Murong Yan's identity disguise has to be more elaborate. For King Langya who hates people talking about his appearance the most, it is undoubtedly a kind of masochistic restraint.

Yu Wenjun suddenly thought a lot. He looked at Murong Yan full of emotion, and he could bear what ordinary people couldn't bear. Such a person would either become a wise king through the ages, or he would be a tyrant who would cause harm for thousands of years.

Yu Wenjun sighed, "This is the end of the matter, it's the only way to go." He looked at his well-behaved and caring daughter. His daughter was just fourteen years old, fresh and lively like a willow bud, but she was about to return to the cannibalism. It's a deep house that doesn't spit out the bones.

"Jiajia, I'm sorry to you mother and daughter as a father. When A Zi passed away, I promised her to protect you well, but now, I want you to go back to face Dafang and Laojun again."

Yu Qingjia shook her head. She was shocked and resisted when she first heard that her father was transferred back to Yanzhou, but when the initial surprise slowly passed, Yu Qingjia accepted it calmly, and even felt like the dust had settled in her heart. Sure enough, what should come will always come, Yu Qingya is still running amok in the ancestral house, just to rebirth her cousin and the system, Yu Qingjia should also go back.

"They are the elders of my daughter. Avoiding them is not a solution. Since they will come sooner or later, it is better to come earlier."

Yu Wenjun was not pleased that his daughter was so sensible, instead he felt a strong sourness. Without setbacks and harsh treatment, whose children would understand human affairs early on. Murong Yan was also thinking about Yanzhou. Is this transfer really just the hands and feet of the Yu family?

Hearing the conversation between Yu Wenjun and Yu Qingjia later, his eyes moved, and he glanced at Yu Qingjia lightly. He hasn't noticed it before, but it seems that the situation inside the Yu family is also very complicated? According to their voices, the relationship between Yu Qingjia and Dafang and Grandmother Gao was not good.

Murong Yan withdrew his gaze, he was not surprised that Yu Qingjia would be bullied with his temperament.

However, it was still a little uncomfortable. It's like a toy that belongs to oneself and is always ravaged by oneself, and is suddenly targeted by others.

Yu Wenjun's return home is a foregone conclusion. The successor prefect of Guangling County is still on the way, but Yu Wenjun has to pack his luggage first, leaving the prefect's mansion and related handover matters to the new prefect, and he takes the lead in the long journey home with not many servants and his daughter concubine.

Since the end of the Han Dynasty, the world has been in chaos for more than two hundred years. During this period, the north and the south were unified briefly, but often enough people were not enough to breathe, and then fell apart again. After nearly three hundred years of turmoil, the population of the world has dropped sharply, the land has been barren, and even the roads have become especially dangerous.

From Qingzhou to Yanzhou, you need to cross two mountains and countless wild jungles, a total of nearly a thousand miles. Yu Wenjun doesn't dare to take a little risk now, and would rather go far away to follow the official path, but in troubled times, there is no official path.

The official road has been left unattended for a long time, and the carriages are full of potholes. Due to limited manpower, Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan shared a carriage. One of Yu Qingjia's two maids stayed with her to take care of her, and the other went to the back to look after Yu Qingjia's delicate luggage. It was really not an easy job to go on the road, the carriage bumped all the way, and Yu Qingjia's back hurt from the bumps. Her back hurts from sitting, and she wanted to let Bai Zhi squeeze her waist, but seeing that the vixen closed her eyes and rested her mind from the moment she got in the car, no matter how bumpy it was, her back was always straight, if she softened into a puddle of mud, she would be inferior.

So Yu Qingjia gritted her teeth and endured, unwilling to lose to the vixen. Fortunately, Yu Wenjun also knows that the road is not easy to walk. He is now taking his daughter and King Langya with him. He is more afraid of encountering gangsters and robbers than anyone else. Even though there were many guards in the convoy, Yu Wenjun put safety first, and would rather walk slowly than hurry at night.

When it was time to stop and rest again, the team members breathed a sigh of relief, stretched their legs and arms under the woods by the roadside, or went to the woods to solve their personal problems. Yu Qingjia's face has turned pale since early in the morning. Bai Zhi looked at her heartbroken and said, "Miss, why don't I push the idlers away and you go get out of the car for some activities?"

Yu Qingjia shook her head: "No need, the carriage is finally safe, I'll lie down for a while."

Bai Zhi responded, and she untied the cumbersome silk sash for Yu Qingjia. She was about to pour water for Yu Qingjia, but found that the kettle was empty. She picked up the teapot, bent down and opened the curtain: "Miss, I'll go change a pot of water and come back, you can rest by yourself for now."

"Yes." Yu Qingjia nodded in response.

After Bai Zhi went out, there were only two people left in the carriage, Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan. They never spoke to each other, even in class, let alone on the tiring journey. Yu Qingjia was very used to this kind of silence, and she didn't feel embarrassed at all. She was moving her legs slightly, when Murong Yan, who was opposite her, suddenly opened her eyes, grabbed Yu Qingjia's shoulders and bowed down.

Yu Qingjia was taken aback, and her elbow slammed into the car seat, causing her pain. Immediately, almost at the moment when the two of them fell to the ground, two arrows flew in from the side curtain with the sound of the wind, and were firmly nailed into the carriage. After a long time, the buzzing vibration of the tail feathers can be heard.

Yu Qingjia fell into the carriage, completely dazed. Those two arrows seemed to be some kind of signal, and then locust-like arrows fell from the sky, and the sound of killing rang out in the forest. The footsteps outside the carriage were also flustered and confused. The guards hurriedly assembled to defend against the enemy, but they were caught off guard, and they couldn't even get into formation in a hurry.

Yu Qingjia's ears were filled with the sound of arrows being shot into the carriage, and she didn't need to go out to know that the outside of the carriage must have been shot into a hornet's nest. Yu Qingjia had never experienced this kind of battle, she covered her ears tightly, tears welled up in her eyes, and looked at Murong Yan in panic: "What's going on outside?"

Murong Yan's face was very cold, Yu Qingjia had been shaken so many times by him, this was the first time he saw such a terrifying look on his face. His eyes are not pure black, but have a faint blue light, now those eyes are deep and deep like a whirlpool, more thrilling, dangerous and bewitching.

There is limited space in the carriage, and now the sky is full of arrows. Although most of them are blocked by the carriage, there are a few well-aimed ones that penetrate the carriage at various tricky angles. Murong Yan grabbed Yu Qingjia's arm, pulled her up almost as if he was carrying her, and quickly led her to hide in the blind spot of the arrow. The place was not that big, and Yu Qingjia was terrified. She hugged Murong Yan tightly with her arms around her knees, and grabbed the corner of Murong Yan's clothes tightly with one hand.

Murong Yan is too lazy to bother with her at such a critical moment. Yu Qingjia felt that it had been a long time in the carriage as if half her life had passed, but in fact the accident happened only for a moment. When Yu Wenjun found out about the enemy attack, he felt very bad. He immediately asked people to pick up his daughter and young master from the carriage, but the driver had already been shot dead, and the horse hissed in surprise when it saw the arrow. Instinctively, he lost control and ran away.

When Yu Wenjun saw the carriage stumbling away, his heart was about to jump out. He wanted to ask someone to chase him immediately, but he suddenly thought that this time the enemy attack was mostly aimed at the young master, and the people who came here must not know whether King Langya is there or not. In the team, this will spy on them on the way. If not, since the current Ninth Five-Year Master has really confirmed Murong Yan's whereabouts, it would be fine to issue the beheading order directly. Why bother to ambush on the road?

Yu Wenjun felt his heart pounding in his chest. King Langya and Jiajia were together, and everyone subconsciously thought that they were female relatives. If Yu Wenjun sent a large number of people to chase the carriage, it would be harming them.

The spies must have felt that Yu Wenjun had disguised King Langya as a bodyguard and mixed in with the entourage. Their current targets are also concentrated on these people, which can be seen from the fact that the other party did not send many people to chase the carriage.

Yu Wenjun gritted his teeth, and instead of sending anyone to chase the carriage, he gathered all his men and retreated. Seeing Yu Wenjun's performance, the other party became more and more sure that Murong Yan was hiding here.

In the carriage, the carriage swayed wildly from side to side, and almost overturned several times. Yu Qingjia was so frightened that she didn't dare to open her eyes, and she tightly grabbed Murong Yan's arm, her nails almost digging into the flesh.

Murong Yan was much calmer than Yu Qingjia, especially when he found out that there were no pursuers behind. He was determined, and was about to go out of the car window to check the terrain, but found that Yu Qingjia was holding his arm tightly.

Murong Yan twitched, but found that he couldn't get it out. He was short of breath, and said coldly: "Let go."

Yu Qingjia still pretended to be dead with her eyes closed, and Murong Yan was about to be laughed at by this idiot: "Now that the carriage is out of control, what's the use of closing your eyes? Let go, I'll control the horse."

Yu Qingjia opened her eyes dubiously, only then did she realize that the horse had led them on a wild run for a long time, and now she no longer knew where they were. Yu Qingjia looked around in a daze for a while, and found that the vixen was staring at her unkindly. Yu Qingjia lowered her head, said "oh", and let go of the other's hand.

Murong Yan was still as stable as the ground even in the carriage that was about to fly out of the shaking. When Yu Qingjia saw him walking out half kneeling, she was startled, and hurried forward to grab Murong Yan's clothes, and followed him slowly. Move out of the carriage.

As soon as Murong Yan got up, he found that there was resistance behind him. He lowered his eyelashes and glanced down, and found that Yu Qingjia was nestled into a ball, looking at him pitifully. The enemy was really too weak, Murong Yan finally couldn't bear to pull out the corner of his clothes, and let her follow behind him.

Seeing that the vixen did not refuse, Yu Qingjia was overjoyed, grabbed his clothes with hands and feet and crawled out. Murong Yan moved nimbly and lightly in the carriage, but when she arrived at Yu Qingjia, she could only crawl tremblingly. She couldn't keep her balance several times and was about to fall. If she hadn't grabbed Murong Yan, she would have rolled down.

After finally moving out of the carriage, Murong Yan half-knelt outside the carriage and tried to control the horse, but the horse had already been shot with several arrows. How could a horse in a manic state be controlled by humans? Murong Yan noticed that the surrounding vegetation was becoming more and more bare, and the rocks were gradually connecting into one piece. If nothing unexpected happened, there might be a cliff ahead.

Murong Yan only thought for a second, then said: "Jump off the car, you're going to fall off the cliff in a while."

Yu Qingjia clasped the wooden frame tremblingly, unable to react: "The carriage is so fast, why jump?"

Murong Yan narrowed his eyes and looked forward, he could already vaguely see the cliff, he picked up Yu Qingjia with one hand, and said impatiently, "Why are you talking so much nonsense."

Before Yu Qingjia could react, she felt thrown out of the car. She screamed "ah", until she rolled two laps on the grass, she couldn't believe that she was thrown out of the car by the vixen.

Then the grass around her sank slightly, and Murong Yan also jumped down. When Murong Yan landed lightly and beautifully, in contrast, Yu Qingjia rolled a few times on the grass, her hair was full of weeds, her face was disheveled, and she was in a mess.

Yu Qingjia got up from the ground and angrily pulled the hay from his mouth: "Why is your heart so vicious?"

"Save your life, be content."

Murong Yan stood up as soon as she said that, raised her eyes and looked around.

Yu Qingjia followed him and looked down. The mountains and forests were vast and gloomy, and the crowns of the trees formed a sea of ​​green, and the ground below could hardly be seen. Not far away, there was the sound of a horse whining.

The carriage fell to his death, and he was blind. Now, only she and the vixen are left in the world.