Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

"Fox, are you asleep?"

The voice of the visitor was cautious, the knock on the door sounded like a little mouse, Murong Yan didn't expect it to be her, closed his eyes again angrily, and ignored it.

Yu Qingjia lay on the door and listened carefully to the movement inside, it was quiet inside, but she always felt that she had missed something, so she put her ear closer. She was trying to stretch her neck when the door in front of her suddenly opened. Yu Qingjia suddenly lost her support and threw herself forward.

She had just fallen halfway when she was supported by a hand. This hand was slender and white, with well-proportioned knuckles, and it was so beautiful that even a woman like Yu Qingjia felt ashamed when she saw it. But these hands were extremely powerful, Murong Yan lifted Yu Qingjia up with one hand, and he had already put on his coat, which was arranged extremely properly. His face was cold and clear: "What are you doing?"

Yu Qingjia didn't answer Murong Yan's question, she looked up and down in surprise, and couldn't help asking: "Are you sleeping just now?"

The tip of Murong Yan's eyebrows twitched, he was out of breath. He pressed his eyebrows and asked again: "What are you doing here?"

Yu Qingjia hugged the pillow and looked at him flickeringly: "I can't sleep."

Murong Yan is really strange, where did she get used to it. Murong Yan's face was sullen, and he was about to close the door with one hand: "If you can't sleep, go back and lie down, don't care about me."

Yu Qingjia hurriedly stretched out her hand to block the door, her pale fingers resting on the crack of the door, if she tried too hard, she would definitely pinch her hand. It's strange to say that Yu Qingjia actually blocked the door with a little effort. Yu Qingjia was holding the door with one hand, and it was very difficult for her to hold the pillow with the other hand. She stood crookedly, Murong Yan swept her eyes down, and straightened her pillow expressionlessly.

"Thank you..." The porcelain pillow was straightened, and Yu Qingjia felt much more comfortable holding it with one hand. She looked up at Murong Yan, her eyes shining brightly at him, "The little girl fell asleep tired, and there is no one in the room to watch the night. I am alone." People dare not sleep."

Usually, when Yu Qingjia wanted to ask her parents what she wanted, she just raised her head and stared eagerly. Yu Wenjun immediately became responsive. Even if Yu Shi disagreed at first, she couldn't hold back in the end. Yu Qingjia guessed that the elders would not be able to resist such gazes. Although the vixen is a woman, she can still be regarded as her elders. Doing this...should be effective, right?

Murong Yan was condescending and desolate, and his expression didn't seem to move at all: "You are a daughter's house, what do you say when you go outside at night? Go back to sleep."

Yu Qingjia didn't expect that her invincible coquettish weapon would fail. Seeing that Murong Yan was about to close the door, she hurried to hold the door: "There has been no one in that room for two years, and Bai Zhi is not here. Who knows who those little maids belong to?" People. What if they secretly harm me while I am asleep?"

Murong Yan was taken aback, he didn't expect Yu Qingjia to be worried about this. When I was in the caravan before, there was nothing I could do except for the first night. Murong Yan and Yu Qingjia booked two rooms. Even in the inn, Yu Qingjia ate well and slept well. Why did I dare not sleep when I returned to my home? ? Murong Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Do you know anything?"

"No." Yu Qingjia looked down at her embroidered shoes, then looked up at Murong Yan with wet eyes, "I just sleep for one night, okay? I'll get used to it tomorrow."

Murong Yan was stared at by such eyes, and really couldn't say no to it, but this kind of thing... Murong Yan was in a difficult situation, when he heard Yu Qingjia muttering in a low voice, complaining: "Obviously we slept together before..."

"Yu Qingjia!"

Yu Qingjia raised her head without knowing why, and stared at him blankly. Murong Yan's eyebrows twitched constantly, and finally turned around angrily, and turned inward with a livid face.

He didn't say no, so that means yes, right? Yu Qingjia entered the door tentatively, seeing that Murong Yan didn't respond, she immediately smiled sweetly, turned around and closed the door, and then ran to the inner room with a pillow in her arms: "I know you're the best, vixen."

"Shut up."

Murong Yan rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and finally found a new quilt in a cabinet. He took down the bedding that still had his own body temperature on it, and spread it on the ground outside the curtain. He threw the Xinjin quilt to Yu Qingjia, pointed to the bed, and said mercilessly: "You sleep here, you are not allowed to talk, you are not allowed to turn over, and you are not allowed to look in my direction."

"Oh..." Yu Qingjia knew that the vixen had a strange temper, and now he was guarded like a thief and was not annoyed. She made her own quilt, and then placed the porcelain pillow in the middle of the bed, and even patted it when it was placed. Yu Qingjia was lying in the brand new brocade quilt, listening to another person's shallow and controlled breathing, and her heart became extremely peaceful.

Yu Qingjia was warned by Murong Yan, but he did not make any noise, nor did he pull him to talk, but Murong Yan couldn't fall asleep. When they were in Guangling County, they were at odds, but after that night talk at the inn, Yu Qingjia became much closer to Murong Yan, and the two of them were no longer at war. Murong Yan slowly accepted Yu Qingjia's closeness, thinking that it would be better to bring a companion to read as a burden. But even if you are reading with the prince, you don't have to sleep together at night, right?

The girl's breath was light and shallow, as if there was a fragrance in her breath. Murong Yan moved out again, but the vague body fragrance still lingered on the tip of his nose, the companion and the girl were still different after all.

Because of Yu Qingjia's sudden whim, Murong Yan barely closed his eyes for the first half of the night, and finally fell asleep later, when he suddenly smelled a **** smell from the tip of his nose, and Yu Qingjia, who had collapsed next door, also cried out in pain.

Murong Yan woke up immediately, he sat up suddenly, his eyes were sharp and clear, because he didn't sleep well, there were bloodshot eyes in his eyes, he looked even more murderous. Yu Qingjia had already woken up, she was hugging the quilt and didn't know what to do, when she saw the bed curtain was lifted, and then Murong Yan's icy face appeared behind: "What's wrong?"

Yu Qingjia's hand gripping the quilt became tighter and tighter, she faltered and couldn't tell why. Seeing her expression, Murong Yan became more and more suspicious, and he leaned over to grab Yu Qingjia's quilt. Yu Qingjia was startled, and quickly grabbed the quilt tightly, wrestling with Murong Yan: "No...it's my childhood."

Murong Yan was stunned for a moment: "What day is it?"

Yu Qingjia's face turned even redder. She lived and slept in the open air along the way, and she was frightened. Her small life was postponed a lot, and she didn't expect to pay a sudden visit tonight. She was unprepared for this, and thought that if she mentioned it cryptically to her peers, they would understand. But Murong Yan's eyes were still suspicious, he didn't let go of the quilt with one hand, and looked at her eyes, very suspicious of what was under her quilt.

Yu Qingjia's face was blushing, she was as thin as a mosquito, and said in a low voice: "It's sunflower water... I caught cold before, this time it came especially fierce..."

Kwai water? Murong Yan went through these two words in his mind, let go of his hand, and took several steps back. He clenched his fists to his lips, tilted his head and coughed, and didn't even know where to put his eyes.

He was young and inexperienced, so of course he didn't know what women called "Little Days", but he did understand Kuishui. Murong Yan was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do, but Yu Qingjia rubbed his stomach, and turned his head to stare at him in disgust: "What are you doing standing there stupidly? Go get the menstrual belt."

Murong Yan's redness spread from the tips of his ears to his neck, he almost stuttered every word, and a few words came out from between his teeth: "Why do I have this kind of thing here?"

"Aren't you prepared here?" Yu Qingjia looked at him in surprise, and then found a reason for the other party, "That's right, you just came back, and the things in the house are not ready yet. Then you go to my room, go Get my menstrual belt. It's in the bottom drawer of the rattan cabinet by the bed."

Murong Yan stood still, the heat on his face finally subsided a little, and now it's flooding back. Seeing that he was not moving, Yu Qingjia thought that he was unwilling to go out for a wind at night, so she acted coquettishly, hugged her stomach pitifully and said, "Fox spirit, I was caught in the rain before, and I caught a cold and I was running around. it hurts."

Yu Qingjia grew up under the pampering of her elders since she was a child, and she has been coquettish with Bai Zhi, Niangqin and others, but now she is as coquettish and quiet towards everyone else, with a twist in the end. Murong Yan never knew that women couldn't even get wet in the rain. He saw that Yu Qingjia's face was really pale despite her aggressive posture, and she kept pressing her hands on her lower abdomen. Murong Yan suddenly realized what he was doing, he quickly looked back, tilted his head and coughed, then quickly turned and walked outside.

Yu Qingjia was taken aback by his posture of sinking a boat, she propped up her body with one hand, and poked half of her head out from the bed curtain: "Do you remember where the menstrual belt is placed?"

"Stay quietly." Murong Yan's tone was quite harsh, he walked out of the house, and was blown by the wind in the autumn night, his feverish mind was finally cleared up. Not to mention helping a woman get such a private thing, he doesn't even know what a menstrual belt looks like!

Murong Yan stood outside the door, trying to ignore the rustling voices inside. It would be fine if he really didn't understand anything, but he was older than the royal family, and he should have understood the enlightenment early on. His hands were so stiff that he couldn't stretch them. When he thought about where the thing that passed his hand just now was going to touch Yu Qingjia, he felt the blood flow backwards all over his body and he felt dizzy.

Yu Qingjia finally tidied herself up. She pushed open the door, blushed slightly, and whispered to Murong Yan, "It's done."

This kind of thing, even if it is bumped into by a girl of the same age, still feels embarrassing.

However, it seemed that the vixen was more concerned about what happened just now than she was. Since entering the house, Murong Yan has been walking around her, and the bed has been moved to the side of the wall. The two of them didn't even make eye contact. Yu Qingjia also felt embarrassed belatedly. She lay on the packed quilt, closed her eyes and slept for a while, still thinking that the vixen is a good person: "Vox, thank you just now."

It was quiet in the dark, Yu Qingjia didn't wait for a response, she sighed inwardly, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When Yu Qingjia woke up the next day, there was no sign of Murong Yan in the room. Yu Qingjia knew that Murong Yan's work schedule was much stricter than hers, she was not surprised by this, but after sitting for a while, she got up by herself.

This time the menstrual event came violently, Yu Qingjia's face was pale, and her abdomen throbbed faintly. However, it happened that the house was leaking in the rain all night, and when he went to greet Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu said, "Si Niang reminded me that I have not fulfilled my vow to the Buddha last time. You go back and prepare one or two, and we will go together tomorrow." Listen to Buddha in Wuliang Temple."

In the Yu family, Mr. Yu always kept his promises, and no one dared to raise any objections. Even if Yu Qingjia was not feeling well, he could only bow his head in response. On the second day, Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan put on the curtain and boarded the car one after another.

Just as Yu Qingjia stepped on the low stool, a voice suddenly came from behind: "Sixth sister, wait a minute."

Yu Qingjia turned her head in surprise, and found Yu Qingya hurried over. The smile on her face was so hot and fake that it made people feel uncomfortable, but she still wanted to pretend to be intimate, and wrapped her arms around Yu Qingjia affectionately: "I haven't seen Liu Meimei for a long time, and I have a lot of things to say to Liu My sister said, "I will ride with my sister today."