Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

Chai Goro is the son of the leader of the caravan. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he is very favored. Everyone in the caravan is very kind to Chai Goro from the perspective of Chai. A strong young man like Chai Goro is undoubtedly very popular with women. If ordinary people would still make fun of Chai Goro one or two, but since Goro saw the two new girls in the team, to be precise, the beautiful girl Yu, He couldn't see anything else in his eyes. In this way, it's not easy for others to joke.

Chai Wulang learned from his father that a lady surnamed Jing promised a lot of money to accompany the caravan to Yanzhou, and then they would leave. Who would be troubled by money as a businessman, anyway, they had to pass through Yanzhou on the way, and Team Leader Chai agreed immediately. The sudden addition of strange faces to the caravan made anyone hesitant. Chai Goro was originally full of prejudice against these two troublesome young women, but when he saw Yu Qingjia, he was shocked at the first sight People, there is no opinion in an instant, Chai Goro only thinks that Dad's decision to agree to take the two women is too wise.

I rested at the inn yesterday, and the caravan is ready to leave early this morning. Seeing nothing, Chai Goro made a special trip from the front of the caravan to Yu Qingjia's carriage. From a distance, he saw a handsome figure standing in front of the carriage. The white curtain fence covered the other person's face and figure, leaving only a neat skirt.

Chai Goro cleared his throat deliberately, and couldn't help but want to talk to the other party from a long distance: "Miss Yu."

The figure with his back turned slowly turned around. Although the face could not be seen clearly through the curtain, Chai Wulang sighed in disappointment. It was not Miss Yu, but Miss Jing who was walking with Miss Yu.

Chai Wulang is not familiar with this girl Jing, not only him, but also other people in the caravan mentioned Jing's more solemnly than Lieyan. Strange to say, Miss Jing is equally beautiful and charming, but when Chai Goro sees her, he will not feel any charming thoughts, but will have a kind of same-sex defensiveness and rejection. Chai Wulang was deeply sorry to see that Yu Qingjia was not there, but he was unwilling to return without success, but asked: "Miss Jing, is Miss Yu here?"

"Not here."

"Then where is she now?"

Murong Yan's eyes were dark, and he stared coldly at this ignorant young man through the curtain: "What's the matter with you?"

Chai Goro felt a little embarrassed, he was always supported by people around him, and he had never been humiliated like this. He was a little embarrassed to get off the stage, scratched his head, and said with a hearty smile: "It's nothing... The caravan is about to leave, and I'm worried that Miss Yu will miss the time. Do you know where she is? I'll go find her right away." .”

Murong Yan stared at each other with a good glance, his body was motionless, and the wide curtain was quietly shrouded outside his clothes, only the shell pendant on the brim of his hat swayed gently with the breeze: "Wherever she wants to go, she will be with me." Say, why are you meddling in your own business?"

Chai Goro couldn't stand such a passionate temperament, he secretly slandered, obviously Miss Yu was sweet and delicate, why is Miss Yu's cousin so difficult to deal with? Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan were walking outside, so it was not easy to reveal too much about their identities, so they changed their names to cousins. Chai Wulang walked back awkwardly. After taking two steps back, he was still uneasy, and leaned forward again: "I bought red bean cakes for Miss Yu, which were just baked this morning. I asked Dad, and I have to leave at noon today. , I can’t make a fire, if Miss Yu is not used to dry food, I just use these pastries to pad my stomach.”

Murong Yan said quietly: "She doesn't like red bean cakes."

"Ah?" Chai Goro was very surprised, he scratched his head, "But last time Miss Yu clearly said that she likes sweet and soft pastries..."

Murong Yan paused for a moment, a slender and well-proportioned hand stretched out from the layers of curtains, and spread it flat in front of Chai Goro. Even with Shibagoro looking at it, he has to admit that those hands are really pretty.

"Give me something."

Chai Wulang was stunned, he couldn't believe that Miss Jing was so kind, he was a little flattered: "Will you hand it over to Miss Yu?"

"Um."

The surprise came so suddenly that Chai Goro was a little confused. He hesitantly handed the steaming paper package to Murong Yan, and before leaving, he turned his head and said, "Please, miss, it must be handed over to Miss Yu, and the red bean cake should be eaten while it's hot."

It's really long-winded, Murong Yan held the sweet and greasy pastry in his hand, and watched Chai Goro coldly walking away step by step. When the figure was no longer in sight, he stretched out his hand without looking at it, and threw the oiled paper bag into the grass beside him.

At this time, Yu Qingjia finally ran down from the upstairs. She was in such a hurry that a corner of the curtain was blown up by the wind, and her delicate jaw could be seen faintly.

"I found it, did someone look for me just now?"

Yu Qingjia stopped in front of Murong Yan, before he could catch his breath, he hurriedly asked. After she went downstairs, she realized that she had left a string of bracelets in the guest room. She entrusted the luggage to Murong Yan and ran upstairs to find it. When she was upstairs, someone vaguely called her name, Yu Qingjia didn't dare to delay, and went downstairs immediately after getting her bracelet.

Murong Yan stretched out his hand to tidy up Yu Qingjia's curtains, and only withdrew his hand in satisfaction when his face and figure were no longer visible due to the overlapping. As for Yu Qingjia's question, Murong Yan replied casually: "No."

"No?" Yu Qingjia looked around strangely, "I heard someone calling my name just now."

"You heard it wrong." After Murong Yan finished speaking, she tapped her chin lightly to Yu Qingjia, signaling her to get in the car. Yu Qingjia didn't think too much, and slowly boarded the car while holding her skirt.

She sat down in the car, opened the curtain curiously, pointed to the faint brown paper package in the grass and asked, "Fox, why is there a package of pastries here?"

Murong Yan glanced lightly, and said in a calm voice, "Maybe it's not delicious, so someone threw it away." Seeing that Yu Qingjia was still looking outside, he reached out and pinched her chin, turning her gaze back to the car. Inside: "As a daughter of an aristocratic family, you can't look outside the car, let alone let people outside see your appearance and figure."

Yu Qingjia was just curious at first, but when she heard Murong Yan's words, she put down the car curtain in embarrassment, and didn't dare to look outside anymore. Yu Qingjia was ashamed and felt a little weird. When Murong Yan was in Guangling, he shot arrows, wore Hu clothes, met foreigners, and so on. Why is he suddenly acting like an old pedant?

The carriage started slowly, and with this question in mind, Yu Qingjia accompanied the caravan on the long journey back to Yanzhou.

Traveling on the road is really not a pleasant job, especially in the turbulent and chaotic times, the official road has long been abandoned, people sit in the carriage and suffer, sometimes even safety cannot be guaranteed.

This is really a very strange era. The population of the world has dropped to one tenth of its original size, and wives are sold and children are starved to death. Yu Qingjia has come all the way, seeing all kinds of things in the world, sometimes even sighing feels superficial. When Murong Yan saw Yu Qingjia lift the curtain of the car and look outside, he moved his eyes and found that there were only a few children sleeping in their arms by the side of the road. He frowned and said in surprise, "It's just a few children, what are you looking at?"

"Looking at their ages, the youngest is five or six years old, and the oldest is no more than eleven or twelve. What about their parents? Why do they let their children live alone?" After speaking, Yu Qingjia knew the answer herself. Most likely, he is dead. Starving to death, being beaten to death by rich people, dying of disease, it is not easy to survive, but there are too many possibilities for death.

"It may not be dead." Murong Yan said flatly. Yu Qingjia turned his head and was looking at him expectantly, when he heard Murong Yan continue to say, "Maybe he was sold by his parents. Their parents took the money and moved went south."

"Hey you!"

"What's the matter?" Murong Yan looked at her puzzled, "This is a very likely result. Isn't it better for the parents to flee across the south of the river than the death of the whole family?"

Yu Qingjia stared at Murong Yan, too angry to speak. "Children who are only seven or eight years old, they have no one to rely on, they can only support each other to survive, how can you say such cold-blooded words?"

"It's just stating a possibility. Besides, they are children, so what?"

Yu Qingjia widened his eyes and looked at Murong Yan, and found that his eyes were full of confusion, as if he really didn't understand why he should sympathize with children who were lonely and suffering from poverty and hunger.

Yu Qingjia looked at each other for a while, and finally looked back helplessly. Once again, she was puzzled, what exactly stimulated her father, why did he suddenly turn his tastes around, and fell in love with this kind of femme fatale?

Murong Yan looked at Yu Qingjia's side face, his eyebrows twitched, and he felt a strong sense of disbelief: "It's just a few unrelated people, and you are angry with me?"

"No." Yu Qingjia's tone was stiff, and he suddenly became emotional, "Thinking about it this way, if someone can end the troubled times, it would be a great achievement. Even if he is tyrannical and kills innocent people indiscriminately, for more people at the bottom, Still, stability is greater than suffering."

Yu Qingjia sighed. From this point of view, she couldn't do anything to King Langya, even though she didn't have the ability to do so. Although Murong Yan killed the entire Yu clan, he is still the unifying king for the world, and his achievements will last forever. Yu Qingjia cannot disturb the historical process of ending the troubled times just because she is worried about her own life and death.

After all, this world belongs to careerists.

"Unify the troubled world?" Murong Yan smiled after hearing that, "Who are you talking about?"

Yu Qingjia blinked, and deliberately tested the opponent: "What do you think? What if we, Qi Chao, become the winner in the end?"

"Qi Dynasty? Just because of that drunken man?" Murong Yan sneered, the disdain in his eyes didn't even bother to hide, "Now those people in Yecheng are war mad besides lunatics, if the world really falls into their hands, maybe it's not as good as The era of war."

Although Yu Qingjia was full of precautions against the future tyrant King Langya, she still felt a little uncomfortable when she heard people say this about the Qi Dynasty royal family: "What if it is someone else from the royal family? Don't forget that the prince still has a son living among the people."

Murong Yan glanced at Yu Qingjia. If he hadn't known that it was impossible, he would almost have suspected that Yu Qingjia had discovered something, and now he deliberately told him: "Why are you always worried about the general situation of the world recently? Now the North and the South are facing each other across the river, and the former dynasty is in full swing. You can’t even do it all the time, but with a hidden emperor and grandson, you dare to say such things as unification?”

Yu Qingjia shook her head, smiled lightly and said nothing: "He will."

Murong Yan felt a subtle unhappiness: "Do you know him?"