Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

The season is gradually entering winter, the sky is dark, and the wind in the morning is getting colder and colder.

Yin Zhu clapped her hands and knocked on the door lightly: "Miss Six, are you awake?"

After a while, Yu Qingjia's voice came from inside. Yinzhu pushes the door open and enters, the indoors and the outside seem to be two worlds, the exquisite stands are well arranged, and a folding screen is placed at the top of the line of sight. Bypassing the screen, one could see a woman kneeling in front of the mirror, slowly combing her long hair sideways.

Even though she saw her every day, when she saw her again at this time, Yin Zhu was still shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of her and her breath stopped. Her movements couldn't help but slow down, for fear of disturbing the beauty inside.

"Miss, you got up very early today." Yin Ping walked forward, lifted the mirror, and went around behind Yu Qingjia to help her take care of her hair accessories. Although Yu Qingjia sat at the table early, she didn't seem to be in good spirits. Yu Qingjia put down the wooden comb, covered her mouth and yawned. It's not that she got up early today, but that she didn't sleep well last night.

Yu Qingjia remembered what happened yesterday.

She suddenly turned her head in the water pavilion, and was undoubtedly surprised and delighted when she saw Murong Yan. Yesterday's piece was the most enjoyable one she played, with full concentration and heartiness, as if creating infinite possibilities because of another person's ensemble. But what happened after returning made Yu Qingjia fall into deep suspicion.

She was kicked out of her mind by a donkey, why not only told the whole thing about the system and Yu Qingya's rebirth, but also almost poured out what she saw in her dream? Didn't she go to help Murong Yan with the medicine? Why did the topic go to this place?

Not only that, she also foolishly knocked over the incense burner, threw herself on Murong Yan, and was carried back to the house by Murong Yan.

It's always easy to be emotional at night, when Yu Qingjia wakes up the next day, her mind is clear, and she feels ashamed when she thinks about it again.

As a woman who has not left the court and even has no plans for marriage, she took the initiative to throw herself on another man, crying with snot and tears, and finally put down her big words without shame, saying that she would always treat Murong Yan well, no Deceive, do not abandon. God knows where she has the confidence to say such a thing... She has no virtue and ability to deceive Murong Yan, thank God that she won't be betrayed by Murong Yan.

But fortunately, this agreement sounds ridiculous. With Murong Yan's cold and cold temperament, he probably laughed at her stupidity in his heart after hearing it, and then passed it by, and never paid attention to it. As for Murong Yan, he was mean, but he was also very arrogant, and he would not tell others about it. In this way, Yu Qingjia saved some face anyway, and can still pretend that nothing happened and continue to get along. When Murong Yan leaves Yu's house in the future, the vast world will be left to him, how can he remember the ridiculous promise made by a little girl.

Yinzhu watched Yu Qingjia start to be in a daze again, Yinzhu put down the mirror, and called Yu Qingjia tentatively: "Miss? What's wrong with you?"

Yu Qingjia paused, her eyes focused, only to realize that she had been holding the comb for a long time. She coughed solemnly, and said, "It's nothing, I was thinking about a broken piano score just now, and then I was fascinated. What time is it now?"

"Chenshi, the big kitchen has just delivered breakfast."

Yu Qingjia nodded when she heard this, and said: "Since the meal has been delivered, you can go and do things on the stove, I'll do it myself here."

"How can this be? Why is there no one around Miss? There is Granny Huang on the stove."

Yu Qingjia shook her head and said resolutely: "Grandma Huang is getting old, how can she bear a lot? Go do your own work, it doesn't matter to me."

Yinzhu hesitated for a while, then was sent away by Yu Qingjia. After the people left, Yu Qingjia braided and tied her hair, opened the jewelry box, and picked among all the hairpins and flowers. She picked out a Bu Yao with mahogany orchid pendant glazed beads, which she matched with ruby ​​earrings of the same color. However, she couldn't see what was going on behind her, and no matter how she gestured, she always felt a bit worse.

She was struggling, and suddenly the Bu Yao in her hand was taken away by another person. Yu Qingjia was startled for a moment, and turned her head subconsciously. The other party put his finger against her ear, and said softly as if dissatisfied: "Don't move."

Yu Qingjia couldn't move anymore, and could only maintain a half-sideways posture stiffly. Although she couldn't see Murong Yan's figure from her angle, but out of the corner of her eyes, she could see his sleeves twitching gently beside her, and finally her hair was slightly cool, and Bu Yao had already tucked into her long hair.

Yu Qingjia subconsciously reached out to touch her hair, and her fingertips touched the cool Hua Cui. The jade surface was polished extremely finely, and the tentacles were warm and moist. This feeling almost spread from her fingertips to her heart. Murong Yan held her wrist and said: "If you touch her again, it will be crooked. You can't trust others, but you should trust my eyes."

There is really nothing to say about Murong Yan's picky eyes, it may be because he has grown to a peak, so he has extremely high requirements for beauty. Murong Yan nodded and said yes, that is quite excellent, such as the Changhong song they played together last night.

So now to satisfy Murong Yan, her hair accessories are just right. Yu Qingjia's fingers were a little stiff, and under Murong Yan's gaze, she dropped the earrings to her ears from left to right. When she was wearing the earrings, Murong Yan stood by her side picking and picking, and finally found a stack of flower tinnies from a wooden box. He moved his fingers left and right, and finally picked one out.

His meaning was too clear, Yu Qingjia looked up at him in astonishment, not knowing how to react. Seeing her dumbfounded, Murong Yan simply pinched her chin, leaned over, and stuck the flower tin to her forehead.

Yu Qingjia's chin was forced to lift up, her eyes were wide open, and she saw Murong Yan bent over, sticking the flower tin to her forehead with great concentration. Yu Qingjia was sitting and Murong Yan was standing, so he had to bend down to make up for the height difference. In this way, the two of them stood facing each other, their cheeks were very close to each other, and Yu Qingjia could feel his breath gently between his eyebrows.

Yu Qingjia tried her best to keep her face straight, and at that moment she felt that she couldn't make expressions anymore.

Before Murong Yan left last night, he must have clicked on this place... Yu Qingjia couldn't help but think of what happened last night. Since she grew up, this was the first time she had been so close to a person of the opposite sex. Even his father, Yu Wenjun, would treat Yu Qingjia like jewels without any objection, but he only taught her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and etiquette, and he didn't hug her or rub her legs.

Murong Yan pasted the flowers and looked around, then straightened up in satisfaction. Seeing Yu Qingjia sitting blankly in front of the dressing table for a long time, he thought that Yu Qingjia couldn't stand up because of her leg injury. He frowned and asked, "What's the matter, is your leg still hurting?"

Yu Qingjia came back to her senses, and immediately shook her head: "No." She was afraid that Murong Yan would act too intimately again, so she quickly stood up from the collapse. It is broad daylight now, Yin Zhu and others are outside, if Murong Yan hugs her again, then she will really feel ashamed.

Although in the consciousness of Yin Zhu and others, Murong Yan is still a beautiful girl, but Yu Qingjia knows that he is not. Last night it was just a matter of urgency, how could she not avoid suspicion on weekdays.

After Yin Zhu set out the meal, she saw Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan walking side by side. She looked at Xiwei's sky, and the outlines of Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan seemed to be softened, as if they were real or illusion, fairy or demon. Yinzhu couldn't help but clicked her tongue, and suddenly became extremely curious about Yu Wenjun, the master of the house whom she had never met.

What kind of talent is Yu Wenjun, otherwise, how could he gather such two beauties in one family at the same time? I have to say that beauties should play with beauties, and when the two of them walk together, even a person like Yinzhu who is illiterate and has never read books feels that the years are beautiful.

Although Yu Qingjia has returned to her ancestral house now, and the area is full of members of the Yu family, her life is still the same as when she was in Qingzhou. Yu Wenjun hadn't come back yet, and her half-sister and half-mother Bai Zhi, who she was used to since she was a child, were not there. The nominal elder of the second room, her grandmother, stayed in the Buddhist hall all day long, and Yu Qingjia even went to pay her respects to delay her grandmother's practice. So during this period of time, only she and Murong Yan had meals every day, and the second room couldn't be quieter for the whole day afterwards.

But today's breakfast was not as quiet as it used to be. Yinzhu was full of gossip when she saw it, and she wanted to share it with Yu Qingjia. Yu Qingjia saw that she was too uncomfortable, and when she put down her chopsticks to wipe her fingers, Yu Qingjia asked, "What do you want to say? I feel bad for you just looking at it."

Yinzhu smiled shyly, then leaned over and winked at Yu Qingjia: "Miss, do you know what happened last night?"

"I know, King Yingchuan hosted a banquet last night, didn't you go with me?"

"It's not this one." Yinzhu squeezed her eyes, her eyebrows almost flew up, "It's about Miss Si. I heard that Miss Si had a fever all night when she came back last night, and she hasn't woken up yet. The eldest lady cried After one night, and early this morning, even the old gentleman was alarmed. The old gentleman was furious when he heard about it, he beat up Hongluan and the maidservants, punished them to kneel in the yard to reflect, and knelt all night."

In troubled times, human life is like duckweed, and the lowly people can't even compare with duckweed. It was obviously Yu Qingya's drug backlash, but Mrs. Li and Mr. Yu didn't care at all. The lady was sick, so what else could it be if it wasn't because the maidservant didn't serve her well? Even the big girls around Yu Qingya are usually as elegant and decent as half a young lady, but when something happens to them, they still have to be blamed by their master.

This is a big house matter, and Yu Qingjia doesn't care much about it, but Yinzhu feels very relieved. How long had she been bullied by the big-eyed maidservants in the big room before, Yin Ping also desperately wanted to flatter Yu Qingya. Last night, Yu Qingya was arrogant and arrogant, calling Miss Six by name. It's all right now, my young lady didn't say a word, but she slapped Yu Qingya so hard that she became sick with anger. The people below Yu Qingya's illness will not be well, and now the big house is gloomy, but Miss Six has become famous and famous. Yinzhu gloated and thought, people can't be crazy, if the fourth lady saw a good friend yesterday, she would accept it, and don't deliberately provoke the sixth lady, is there nothing wrong with it, and instead she has gained the reputation of a genius? In the end, she insisted on doing it, and now it's all over, and she killed herself.

The corners of Yinzhu's eyes and brows were full of pride, Murong Yan lowered his head and wiped his fingers, a smile seemed to flicker across his mouth. Yu Qingjia glanced at Murong Yan, then turned to stare at Yinzhu: "Restrain yourself. The fourth sister is sick and you look happy. If it gets to the ears of the old gentleman and the eldest aunt, I'm afraid you are better than those girls like Hongluan." It's even worse. Don't say such things again."

Yinzhu suddenly woke up, and quickly lowered her head to beg Yu Qingjia for mercy. Yu Qingjia didn't just remind her not to get carried away with complacency, but now that Yinzhu knew the seriousness, she coldly reprimanded her and sent her off.

Yinzhu knew that Yu Qingjia's reminder was for her own good, she broke out in a cold sweat, and went out with her head down resentfully. Neither she nor Yu Qingjia mentioned it. Since Hong Luan and the others were punished to kneel, what about the silver bottle that took the blame for Yu Qingya?

After Yinzhu left, Yu Qingjia said with some headaches: "She excels in sincerity, but she is also too careless."

It was rare for Murong Yan to agree with Yu Qingjia's words. His eyes moved slightly, he scanned the entire courtyard, and said: "It's too few to have only two maidservants serving you, and now I have lost one. You should get more manpower."

"I think so too." Yu Qingjia gave Murong Yan a funny look, shook her head and said, "But there are only one in a hundred maids who are clever, and even if there are any, they are all trained by the mistress to save them for great use. How can they fall into the trap?" Here? If you buy from outside, how can you just buy good character and mind?"

Murong Yan just smiled lightly and said nothing. But such words brought back many thoughts in Yu Qingjia. She thought of Baizhi Baiji, whose current situation was unknown, and Yu Wenjun, who was recovering from injuries in Changping County, and sighed quietly: "I don't know what happened to father and the others. It's been almost two months. I don't know what happened to father." Has the injury healed? Is the injury serious?"

Murong Yan answered casually: "It's not serious, you can go to the ground already."

"Ah?" Yu Qingjia looked back at him, her eyes widened, "How do you know?"

Murong Yan's attitude was very calm: "Aren't you asking?"

Yu Qingjia understood, and glared at him helplessly and angrily: "I didn't joke with you, I was really worried about my father's injury."

Looking at the already depressed scene outside the window, Yu Qingjia sighed deeply: "It was only September when I left Qingzhou, and it's already winter now."

At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the climate changes greatly, and the westerly wind blows all day long, and the whole Yu Mansion is shrouded in gloom and chill.

The Yu family was shrouded in cloud, and it was because Mr. Yu fell ill.