Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

Yu Qingjia's tone was like that of a bully, and he did it in one go, with extraordinary courage. Murong Yan was really angry with her, but after thinking about it, he was not afraid of being looked at, but his wounds were bleeding all the time, since Yu Qingjia didn't care, then why did he have any scruples.

After Yu Qingjia finished speaking, his momentum immediately leaked as if a hole had been poked, but he still had to hold on to the scene even if he had no confidence. Yu Qingjia sat calmly and straight, she saw the wound on Murong Yan's back that was involved in the activities, fine sweat oozing from his forehead. Yu Qingjia got used to it naturally, and subconsciously stretched out her hand: "Let me help you."

Her hand was held halfway, Murong Yan was as delicate as a jade under the moonlight, and even her tone was cold: "You are a woman, you can't say such things to a man."

In fact, Yu Qingjia realized as soon as she finished speaking, she wished to bite off her tongue with remorse. In the past, she always regarded Murong Yan as a sister of the same age. When she saw him uncomfortable, she subconsciously wanted to help. Tonight, she suddenly knew that the younger sister was not her sister. Yu Qingjia was ashamed and annoyed, but her physical habits could not be changed for a while. However, before Yu Qingjia had time to react, she was rejected righteously by the other party, and she became even more angry. Yu Qingjia was so angry that she didn't want to talk, but the other party still asked: "Do you remember?"

Yu Qingjia glared at him angrily: "I remember. Besides, who will care about you."

Pretend not to hear Murong Yan's words behind him, he is injured on his back, and any movement of his arm will involve the wound, but under such severe pain, Murong Yan just frowned and did not stop his movements at all. After Murong Yan's tossing, the wound that had managed to stop the bleeding was torn open again, and the blood flowed continuously.

When Yu Qingjia smelled the smell of blood, her face suddenly became serious. She picked up the medicine box and sat behind Murong Yan. When her eyes touched his back, Yu Qingjia couldn't help but hissed.

When she first saw that Murong Yan's face was pale, she guessed that his injury might not be serious, but she really didn't expect it to be this serious. A wound ran from the shoulder to the side of the waist, almost obliquely across the entire back. With the matter at hand, Yu Qingjia didn't care about being shy, and immediately opened the medicine box. When her fingers touched the sore medicine and cotton cloth, Yu Qingjia hesitated.

There was no light in the room, only the clear moonlight shone through the wooden windows, Murong Yan's face was as white as transparent under the moonlight. He noticed Yu Qingjia's pause, and asked sideways, "What's wrong?"

"I... I have never bandaged such a big wound. If I hit hard, will it hurt you?"

It turned out to be this kind of thing, probably for her, scratching the skin is a very serious matter, how could she have seen a real hideous and ugly wound? Murong Yan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He was about to grab something and handle it by himself, but Yu Qingjia pressed it quickly: "Don't move. Although I am clumsy, I am better than you. Your wound is on your back. You I can’t see anything, wouldn’t it be an extra punishment if I hit hard?”

Murong Yan really involved the wound just now, and it was really inconvenient for him to turn his hands behind his back, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice: "Don't worry about me, you just let go and do it. First take out the wine and clean the wound. Then sprinkle gold on the sore medicine…"

Yu Qingjia's hands holding the cotton cloth were shaking, although Murong Yan said that he could pour spirits directly on the wound, but how could Yu Qingjia just sit back and watch him ruin his injury like this. She uncorked the wine, dampened a cotton cloth, and carefully wiped the edges of the wound. Yu Qingjia's movements were light and light, as if he was dealing with something fragile. The moonlight is just right tonight, but without lights, it is still too dark for such delicate work. She could only get closer, staring wide-eyed at the hideous wound on Murong Yan's back.

Yu Qingjia's breath fell softly on Murong Yan's back, scratching his spine like a feather. The sound of her breathing was mixed with the smell of spirits, and it slowly spread from one place, gradually surrounding him. Murong Yan can't touch alcohol, he easily loses control of his mind, and alcohol, **** and other stimulating things add fuel to the fire. But now, the mellow aroma of wine is lingering on the tip of his nose, and what's worse is what is Yu Qingjia trying to do, why did he get so close?

Yu Qingjia accidentally hit Murong Yan's wound with a cotton cloth soaked in wine. Yu Qingjia was taken aback, and quickly lowered her head and blew like Yu Shi and Bai Zhi wiped her wounds when she was a child. She looked in pain, and because of guilt, her voice changed: "I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy. Do you hurt?"

The muscles on Murong Yan's back were tense, and after a while, he turned his head to the other side and said in a low voice: "It's okay." After a pause for breathing, he added: "Hurry up."

Yu Qingjia thought that she was hurting others, so she acted more gently. When Yu Qingjia finally cleaned the wound with a snail's speed, and then sprinkled the golden sore medicine carefully, Murong Yan was already sweating.

If it weren't for the wound on his back, why would he endure this torture? It was more enjoyable when I was hit by this knife than now. Murong Yan let out a long sigh of relief, and was about to reach for his coat when his arm was suddenly stopped by Yu Qingjia: "Don't move, I haven't wrapped the bandage yet."

Yu Qingjia's slender fingers just held onto Murong Yan's arm muscles, Murong Yan's body froze, and he asked very speechlessly: "Have you not finished tormenting yet?"

"Yes, I wait for the wound medicine to melt, and I can wrap the cotton tape only after the medicine and the wound are completely fused."

"No need." Murong Yan spit out a few words coldly, "Do it now."

"But what if the bleeding doesn't stop and the back bursts again?" Yu Qingjia refused. Seeing that the other party dared to bargain with him, Murong Yan immediately went back to get the cotton cloth by himself. Yu Qingjia could only hold down Murong Yan's hand in a hurry: " Don't move around, I'll just wrap you up. Don't move, the wound will open!"

It was inconvenient to see behind the back, Yu Qingjia snatched the cotton cloth from Murong Yan's hand, snorted softly, and gently shook the cotton cloth away. She held both ends of the cotton cloth with both hands and didn't feel something was right until she spread her arms.

This...Although Murong Yan is tall and thin, with slender and strong bones, he is a man after all, his shoulders are much wider than Yu Qingjia's, and Yu Qingjia can't even wrap his arms around him when he spreads out his arms.

Yu Qingjia stopped in embarrassment, Murong Yan waited for a while, then raised his eyebrows slowly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yu Qingjia shook her head, bit the bullet and covered the cloth on his wound. When it was wrapped around his chest, Yu Qingjia couldn't reach it with all her strength. She could only blushed and said, "Can I reach it?" Here, help me bring the cloth up."

Yu Qingjia half-kneeled on the bed, pressing the wound on his back with one hand, and wrapped his other hand around his shoulder, above his chest. Murong Yan also blushed, touched the cloth ball with her fingertips, and threw it behind without looking at it. Yu Qingjia said "Oh" behind him, and then went down to the ground to chase after the cloth ball. Murong Yan was simply unbelievable: "You can't catch it so close?"

"It's so dark in the room, who can catch it." Yu Qingjia didn't think it was her problem at all. This time she passed the cotton cloth around the wound on her back and passed it to the front, and reminded her very enthusiastically: "You don't want to catch it this time." Throw it away and hand it directly to me."

Maybe because she was afraid that Murong Yan would not be able to see her, she still shook her hand lying in front of Murong Yan.

Murong Yan kept his face straight, sliding his Adam's apple up and down on his slender neck, and finally put the stupid cloth ball into Yu Qingjia's palm as promised. The two of them handed and took, and they cooperated tacitly. The wound that had tortured Murong Yan all night was finally healed.

Yu Qingjia rattled away the medicine bottles and wine bottles, and Murong Yan hurriedly put on his clothes as if he was free, with his collars adjusted to the highest point. The corner of Yu Qingjia's eyes flickered, and when she turned her head, Murong Yan was fully armed, she was stunned, and asked, "Does the wound still hurt?"

pain? Murong Yan really didn't pay attention, he nodded casually with a cold face: "It's okay."

"That's good." Just now, he didn't feel that he had something to do, but now that Murong Yan had returned to his well-groomed appearance, Yu Qingjia felt shy belatedly. Both of them sat down, Yu Qingjia lowered his head to tidy up the medicine box, Murong Yan stared fixedly at the vase outside the partition, neither of them spoke.

Yu Qingjia's face was about to burn. She wanted to relieve the embarrassing atmosphere at the moment, and said deliberately: "I haven't asked just now, what's your name? Since you are not..., I guess your identity is fabricated."

name? Murong Yan pondered for a moment, then said: "Jing Huan is indeed my character, you just keep using it."

Yu Qingjia let out a low "oh". She thought of Murong Yan's life experience, his parents were both killed, his uncle took possession of the family property and even tried to kill him to silence him, he bears a blood feud, no wonder he always looks cold. Yu Qingjia felt pity in her heart, and said softly: "Actually, I also lost my mother when I was very young. My father has two bedrooms, and it is difficult to use one body, so when I was young, I saw my mother sitting alone under the lamp to sew clothes for my father. One night. Even so, she is always picked on by Laojun. Her father loves her mother, and every time she stands up for her mother. Aunt and Laojun don’t say anything in person, but when they turn around, they make things harder for mother. Later, my father gradually dared not speak up. , I could only secretly come to see our mother and daughter in private, even so, my mother still didn’t get through it and died of illness when I was ten years old.”

Murong Yan was obviously startled, Yu Qingjia was combing the belt in his hand, raised his head and smiled at Murong Yan, his brows and eyes curved: "Look, every family has difficult scriptures to recite, and my childhood was also very bad. But These bad things will eventually pass, and our life will be smoother and smoother. We exchange one thing for another. You told your story, and I will tell you my secret. We are equal, and no one is allowed to be sad. OK, okay?"

Murong Yan didn't know what to say about this silly girl. He lied to her, but she foolishly believed it, and even showed him her wounds. Yu Qingjia saw that Murong Yan just looked at her deeply and didn't speak. She thought that Murong Yan was still hurting himself, so she stretched out her little finger and said with a smile: "A gentleman's words are hard to follow, no one is allowed to think about the past. , we pull the hook."

It was rare for Murong Yan to feel an emotion similar to a soft heart. He looked down at the slender white finger, and Yu Qingjia shook it as if he was ignoring him. Murong Yan finally stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers with her like a fool.

As soon as he touched Murong Yan's hand, Yu Qingjia immediately hooked it with his little finger, using great force, for fear that he would regret it again. The libretto when pulling the hook was also very embarrassing, Murong Yan couldn't believe that this was what he did. But Yu Qingjia always has the ability to make people follow her foolishly, even Murong Yan is no exception. Satisfied, Yu Qingjia released her fingers. She carefully observed Murong Yan's expression, and found that he really relaxed a lot, and was no longer as tense as before.

Yu Qingjia was determined, and asked tentatively, "After that, shall I continue to call you Jing Huan?"

"Yeah." Murong Yan has never had such virtues as keeping his word and being a gentleman, but at this moment he feels sorry. Yu Qingjia really wants to relieve him, but he is lying to her. Murong Yan suddenly didn't want to lie anymore, he said: "I can't tell you my real name yet, when the time is right, I will personally confess my net worth and family name in front of you. I'm sorry."

Yu Qingjia was stunned. She really didn't expect that a fox spirit would say sorry to her. Yu Qingjia froze for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "It's nothing, if you are willing to tell the truth, I am very satisfied. I am waiting for the day you are willing to tell."

It was getting late, and Yu Qingjia could no longer stay in a man's house like before, and was about to go out with the medicine box. When she quietly pushed open the door, she was suddenly stopped by Murong Yan. The indistinguishable young man stood in the dark night, his figure was stretched extremely slender by the moonlight: "Why didn't you ask me what I did today? Why didn't you ask me how I got the wound?"

Of course Yu Qingjia wanted to know, this matter had been on her mind all night. She knew how serious Murong Yan's skill could cause him to be seriously injured, and it also alarmed King Yingchuan... No matter from which angle, what happened tonight revealed a disturbing atmosphere. However, Yu Qingjia knows that everyone has their own space, and Murong Yan has no obligation to explain to her, so Yu Qingjia smiled and said: "I also have secrets that I didn't tell you, so to be fair, you don't have to tell me. I'm leaving ,Good night."

Murong Yan stood in the room, listening to that clumsy footsteps slowly running away, after a while, gently opened the door, seemed to look left and right, then opened the window and jumped back to her own room. Until a long time after Yu Qingjia left, the moonlight was covered by dark clouds and broke away from the clouds, Murong Yan still stood on the ground thinking about one thing.

Did Yu Qingjia have a secret that he didn't tell him? What's the matter?