Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

Qingzhou and Yanzhou are separated by thousands of miles. At this time, Qingzhou is still shrouded in a vast mist.

The rain was pattering outside, Yu Qingjia propped his chin to watch the rain. Outside the window, the water and the sky lined up, and the raindrops fell from the eaves one after another, hitting the bluestone board one after another, splashing many thin puddles. It rained suddenly today, the master who taught classics and history was probably delayed by the rain, and he hasn't come yet.

Yu Qingjia was bored after watching Huiyu, so he folded paper into various shapes to play with. A gust of wind suddenly blew in from the window, and the moisture was moist. Before Yu Qingjia had time to react, the ball of paper in her hand flew to the other side.

Murong didn't turn his eaves back, and grabbed the paper ball precisely. He held it in front of him and looked, and found that it was just a ball of paper that had sneaked up on him. He was obviously very speechless at Yu Qingjia's actions, and he threw it back without raising his eyes.

Yu Qingjia was hit on the forehead unexpectedly, she was stunned for a moment, then crumpled the paper in hand into another ball, and threw it vigorously towards Murong Yan.

The skill of throwing paper **** lies in strength, sometimes the harder you throw, the less far you can throw. The ball of paper filled with all of Yu Qingjia's anger only flew half way before falling to the ground. Murong Yan looked back, with the disdain in his eyes not bothering to hide.

In fact, he never hid it.

Yu Qingjia gritted her teeth: "Don't be too arrogant, aren't you afraid that my father and I will sue, and you will have a bad life in the future?"

"As much as you like."

"You... It's useless for me to worry about whether you fell ill that day. From this point of view, you are really wolf-hearted."

It was only then that Murong Yan remembered that Yu Qingjia seemed to have scratched his hand a few days ago. He glanced out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough, he saw that the back of her hand was wrapped in several layers of white cloth. How much injury, why this.

Murong Yan is born without empathy. Others will feel sorry for the poor and babies, but Murong Yan will not. Poverty, loneliness and death are all their own business, why should they be pitiful? As for Yu Qingjia's injury, what does it have to do with him.

Murong Yan was cold and silent, and Yu Qingjia didn't bother to talk to the vixen. She stared at the vast rain curtain outside the window, and murmured: "Master hasn't come for so long, don't tell me something happened on the way?"

When Yu Qingjia heard a very light and cold laugh from behind, she turned her head in displeasure: "What do you mean? Heaven and earth are close to the emperor and teacher, you must respect the teacher."

"Respect the teacher and respect the way." Murong Yan slowly repeated these four words. He looks quite beautiful with an ambiguous gender. When he speaks in a low voice, his voice is cold and melancholy. A banquet, a nobleman who is extravagant, desperate to be gorgeous to the extreme, and degenerates quickly. After Murong Yan finished reading these four words, he smiled lightly: "Do you know how the deposed prince died?"

"Reported by the villain."

"By whom?"

Yu Qingjia was questioned. Every day she heard Yu Wenjun angrily accuse the treacherous servants of soliciting words and framing Zhongliang. Of course, she took the side of the former prince as a matter of course. But Yu Qingjia didn't know what was going on.

There was a vague smile on Murong Yan's lips, he sat in front of the desk, with one hand casually resting on the desk, his eyes were dark and invisible: "It's his teacher."

The sound of rain outside the window, mixed with the sound of rain, Yu Qingjia thought she heard it wrong: "What?"

But Murong Yan didn't have the intention to continue talking. The prince can live in the East Palace, so it can be seen that he is not a fool, who would talk about government affairs anywhere. When he said those words that day, he really felt that the people present were absolutely trustworthy people.

But who knows, his teacher felt scared when he heard it. If the prince's words were reported, wouldn't they, the audience, all be in bad luck? That being the case, it is better for him to report.

The Donggong murder case started from this.

Murong Yan had already shifted his eyes back to his scroll, but Yu Qingjia looked at him, but couldn't look back for a long time.

What did Murong Yan mean by these words? She slowly glanced at the desk at the top belonging to the master, and suddenly felt shuddering.

Yu Qingjia stroked her arm silently, where goose bumps had already formed. If Murong Yan looked resentful and contemptuous, Yu Qingjia would still think it was normal, but he was so casual, as if telling a joke.

When did her father's taste become so strong? Father actually likes femme fatales?

Later, the master came in a hurry under an umbrella. No one knew about this little episode before the class, and it turned over silently with the scroll.

But how can the things that happened really leave no traces? After class, Yu Qingjia looked at Murong Yan from hostility to defensiveness.

Because of the rain, the afternoon riding and archery class was cancelled. Yu Qingjia was greatly relieved, and the maids also stayed in the house to shelter from the rain. Several young girls got together and had endless jokes, talking and laughing all afternoon.

In the evening, Yu Qingjia suddenly remembered that she seemed to have left her purse in class. In fact, this is not such an important matter, and there is still time to get it tomorrow morning, but Yu Qingjia has nothing to do, and just as the rain stopped outside and the air is very good, Yu Qingjia took the maid and walked towards the class place like a walk.

Halfway there, a figure flashed out of the corner of Yu Qingjia's eyes, and she immediately hissed at the servant girl, and she walked lightly to the back of the pillar, poking out a pair of eyes to look forward.

Just after the rain, what is the vixen doing outside?

Yu Qingjia vaguely felt that this matter was very unusual, her curiosity about the vixen immediately overwhelmed her purse, and after whispering to the maid, she tiptoed behind Murong Yan and followed him secretly.

Yu Qingjia hid in the corner and saw Murong Yan open the back door, a man was already waiting outside the back door. The two of them got closer and said something, then Murong Yan handed the man a bulging package, and the man turned around quickly and left. Afterwards, Murong Yan took a slow look, and after confirming that no one was paying attention, he took a step back and closed the door. He also seemed to glance back as he pulled the deadbolt.

Yu Qingjia quickly withdrew her body and leaned her back against the wall, her heart pounding.

Oh my god, did the vixen have a private meeting with a foreigner just now? People in the world often laugh at themselves, but this is only aimed at men. For women, it is still a very bad reputation to meet men privately and give and receive privately.

What's more, the vixen is not a lady from a privileged family, she is a concubine! And the package she handed out was bulging, obviously it was money.

It wasn't enough to have a secret meeting with a foreigner to betray her father, and even used their family's money to support the outsider's lover?

Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, Yu Qingjia didn't care about her purse anymore, and immediately walked towards the main room with Bai Ji.

When Murong Yan came back, he glanced down inadvertently, and sure enough, he saw shoe prints at the base of the wall. It just rained today, and the moss in the corner of the wall was wet, and the traces were very abrupt after standing behind people. Murong Yan looked at the marks on the corner of the wall, and hooked the corners of his mouth in an unclear manner.

"Father." Yu Qingjia hurried in, her grand skirt billowing like a bird's wings, "Father, I have something to tell you."

Yu Wenjun looked up from the copybook, and said "Oh" strangely: "What do you want to say, why are you running in such a hurry?"

Yu Qingjia knelt beside her father, her wide and soft skirt stretched across the ground, with an indescribably gorgeous look. As early as when he was going out, Murong Yan found Yu Qingjia. As soon as Yu Qingjia left, Murong Yan followed.

Now, he stopped outside the door, quietly waiting for Yu Qingjia's next words.

He told Yu Qingjia today about the abolition of the prince's teacher. Such words may be very delicate to the ears of Yu Wenjun and other courtiers. Everyone understands the reason why Fei Niao makes a good bow and hides his bow, not to mention that Murong Yan is still the son of a common man who has nothing, and has the title of King Langya, but he dare not even show himself as a man. If he dared to say such a thing today, when he really returned to the country, would the heroes like Yu Wenjun really die well?

I'm afraid everyone has to think about it in their hearts.

Now, as long as Yu Qingjia said what he said in the morning, she could take revenge on him and get rid of him.

Murong Yan even put on a smile and waited quietly.

In the room, Yu Wenjun also looked at her with concern, Yu Qingjia took a deep breath, and said desperately, "Father, did you know that that vixen Jing Huan actually met a foreigner in private!"

Murong Yan had a smile in his eyes, and when he heard this, he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

At this moment, the room was also completely silent. Yu Wenjun looked at his daughter for a while, and then said, "Oh. What else?"

Yu Qingjia expected his father to be furious, and no matter how bad he was, he would show his displeasure. However, what is an ordinary "oh"?

Yu Qingjia also looked at him strangely: "Father?"

Yu Wenjun coughed, not knowing how to explain it to his daughter. It must be impossible to say that women in the back house can meet foreign men casually. Isn't this teaching his daughter badly. But if I don't say that, I really can't explain the special nature of my "Concubine Ji".

In the end, Yu Wenjun could only say vaguely: "Jiajia, you know these things are not good, and I will deal with them myself, so you don't have to worry about them."

"real?"

Yu Wenjun nodded very guilty: "Really, when did Father ever lie to you?"

"Okay then." Yu Qingjia stood up, took two steps outside, and couldn't help but turn her head to remind, "Father, you must deal with it fairly! Not only did she meet outsiders privately, she also secretly stuffed purses for outsiders."

Yu Wenjun coughed again, his face suddenly became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Jiajia, this kind of thing is very inappropriate, you must not do this."

Yu Qingjia nodded obediently. When she went out, she happened to be facing Murong Yan.

Murong Yan looked at her with an indescribable smile. Murong Yan is usually eccentric, but now, his eyes seem to be genuinely smiling.

Yu Qingjia was terrified by his gaze, she glared back ferociously: "Why are you laughing!"

Murong Yan seemed to shake his head. He withdrew his gaze and looked ahead quietly. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Why didn't you say another thing?"

Yu Qingjia's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately thought of Murong Yan's shocking words in class. She gave him an annoyed look, and said in a stern voice, "It's up to you."

After Yu Qingjia returned to the house that day, she calmly waited for her father to deal with it fairly. But after two days, the weather was calm.

Yu Qingjia couldn't hold back, and urged Bai Ji to go outside to inquire about news. Bai Ji came back after a long time, she lowered her head, her expression looked very complicated.

Yu Qingjia was suspicious, and immediately stopped her and asked, "Did you find out? What did father say?"

Bai Ji hesitated, and kept looking around: "Miss..."

"explain!"

Baiji gritted her teeth, and said desperately, "I didn't find out how the **** dealt with Jing's servants, but I heard from the kitchen staff that the **** gave Jing the key and the pair of cards."

Yu Qingjia's eyes widened in astonishment, and after a while, she murmured again: "You said that instead of punishing her, father also handed over the financial power of the back house to her?"

Baiji lowered her head, obviously not daring to agree. Yu Qingjia sat on the couch for a while, then stood up abruptly, about to go out with a cold face.

Baizhi Baiji hurriedly stepped forward to stop her: "Miss, why are you getting angry with a concubine? She is just the concubine Ji brought back by the prefect. Although she is famous, she is not considered a serious elder of yours. Bear with me and wait for the prefect to be fresh." It’s fine as long as it’s over. If you go against the prefect now, you’ll only hurt the father-daughter relationship between Miss and the prefect!”

"How can I bear it? My father has no distinction between right and wrong. It's such a serious matter for a woman's family to meet a man in private. When Mrs. Jing poured him a ecstasy soup, he became unconscious. I don't know what to do now. In the future, if Jing's hand reaches out to me, it will be too late!"

Bai Zhi and Bai Ji failed to stop Yu Qingjia, and Yu Qingjia's eyes were brightened by anger. When she walked to the main room, she happened to see Yu Wenjun and Murong Yan walking out side by side. They didn't know what they were talking about, and Yu Wenjun listened very carefully.

Yu Qingjia didn't believe in **** in the past, how can a man be seduced by a seductive woman at will, and never care about the life and death of his wife and children from then on. But now, her biological father's actions have slapped her in the face.

He could bear such a thing as a concubine's private meeting with a man who gave him a cuckold. Yu Qingjia was angry and felt wronged.

When Yu Wenjun saw Yu Qingjia, he froze, and a fatherly smile burst into his eyes: "Jiajia."

He obviously forgot what he said when he fooled Yu Qingjia two days ago.

"Father." Yu Qingjia quickly saluted Yu Wenjun with a straight face, and then her eyes fell on Murong Yan, her tone was cold, "Father, I heard that you gave her the key and the pair of cards?"

Yu Wenjun didn't expect his daughter to come here to talk about this matter. This is not a big deal, King Langya is not a real woman in the back house, not to mention he has another identity, it is obviously more beneficial for their plans to entrust him with the management of the back house.

"Yes, Jing Huan is your elder. I feel very relieved as a father to entrust him with the safety of the back house."

Look at this standard stupid talk, no wonder everyone says that if there is a stepmother, there will be a stepfather. I am afraid that in the eyes of a man, the woman he loves is extremely beautiful, even if someone presents the truth to him, he will feel that she is someone else's concubine who is persecuting him.

"Father, she met outside men in secret, and gave away the belongings of her family members to outsiders at will. You still let her take charge of the inner courtyard? Besides, she is just a concubine. No one would let a concubine take control of the backyard. Although our Yu family is counted Not a famous family, but after all, it is also a famous and respectable family in Yanzhou, you are like a concubine who spoils your concubine and kills your wife, where do you put me and where do you put your mother?"

"Jiajia." Yu Wenjun didn't expect Yu Qingjia to say such words. The status of concubines and concubines is very low, of course he knows that although scholars regard giving concubines as fashion, no one would marry a concubine as a wife. When everyone talks about marriage, they will marry a lady of the right family. Things like carrying on the family line, serving the parents, and presiding over the gift are also regarded as the functions of the wife, not the concubine. The concubine Ji is for fun, if someone let the concubine take care of the family business, I am afraid they will be laughed at by the nobles of the same class.

But Murong Yan is not a concubine, he is not even a woman. Yu Wenjun didn't know how to explain this matter, he tried to comfort his daughter: "I know everything you said, as a father, I know it well, so you don't have to worry about it."

These words were too perfunctory, and even Yu Qingjia couldn't fool her. Yu Qingjia's eyes were dark and bright, and because of her anger, her whole face became alive, and she was too shocked to look at.

Murong Yan began to feel that the scene in front of him was very funny, and he also stood on the sidelines watching the play with a faint smile. But at this moment, Murong Yan suddenly discovered that this daughter of the Yu family was really very beautiful. Her black hair was like clouds, her eyebrows and eyes were frightening, but her lips were delicate and bright red, as if coated with a layer of glaze, the color was like blood. Such a beauty is most likely to make men have the desire to conquer and destroy.

Yu Qingjia's eyes were burning with fire, and she pointed at Murong Yan with one hand, and stared at Yu Wenjun with her eyes: "Since she came, you have always done some inexplicable things. I thought that Father, you know it well, but now, you don't even have principles. It doesn't matter anymore. In your heart, is she more important than my daughter?"

Murong Yan was not annoyed by being gestured with his fingers, he glanced at Yu Wenjun with a half-smile, and waited for Yu Wenjun's answer like watching a good show.

Yu Wenjun looked at his daughter who was raised like a jewel and a treasure since childhood, and then at the young master Langya King who had an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth. For the first time, he felt a throbbing pain in his brain, and life was unbearably difficult.

What did he do wrong and why did he make this choice?

Yu Qingjia stared at her father relentlessly, like all daughters who lost their mothers and their father brought back a new one, persistently wanting to know who is more important in his father's heart. Yu Wenjun secretly glanced at Murong Yan, and found that he was looking at Yu Qingjia with a smile as if he was having some fun. Yu Wenjun felt a big headache, one was the precious daughter, and the other was the young master who would be loyal to him in the future, how should he choose?

Yu Wenjun struggled and said, "Jiajia, you and Jing Huan are different, you two cannot compare."

Yu Wenjun's original intention was to say that the daughter and Mingzhu each have their own importance, and they cannot be compared on the same platform. But when Yu Qingjia heard these words, she completely changed her appearance. Yu Qingjia blinked, and her dark eyes immediately glowed with luster: "You actually turned towards her, you actually took sides with her!"

After Yu Qingjia finished speaking, she suddenly turned her head and ran away. Murong Yan couldn't bear it anymore, lowered her head and let out a chuckle.

This was probably the only time in his two years of fleeing career that he really laughed.

Murong Yan just went to discuss the matter with Yu Wenjun, and when Yu Qingjia appeared, the matter had already been roughly finished. After Yu Qingjia's interruption, the two of them were even less in the mood to talk about serious matters. Murong Yan maintained a rare good mood, and walked towards the residence at a leisurely pace. When he stepped on the corridor that he must pass through when returning to the courtyard, his footsteps stopped invisibly.

On the winding corridor, there was a woman standing with her back to him.

Murong Yan found himself laughing inadvertently again, he walked into the corridor as if he didn't see the figure. He also really wanted to know what kind of tricks his "daughter" wanted to do.

Sure enough, when the two passed by, Yu Qingjia's voice came from behind coldly: "Stop."

She tried her best to make her voice appear cold and majestic, but her tone had a delicate nasal voice, which sounded like she wanted people to continue to bully her and cry.

Murong Yan stopped in his tracks rarely, turned his head and glanced at her eyes: "Crying?"

The corners of Yu Qingya's eyes were red, she tried her best to hide the tears, she thought she couldn't see it anymore, but the other party saw through it. Yu Qingjia's eyes widened, and he said viciously, "No."

The fourteen-year-old girl was crying out of anger, and now she still comes to her with an ending sound. Even at the age when a man is the most unscrupulous boy, he is not willing to say harsh words. However, feelings like pity and pity do not exist in Murong Yan. The corners of his mouth are slightly hooked, and his eyes are full of light because of the smile. The indistinguishable beautiful boy smiles like an angel, but the words he speaks are extremely malicious. : "Just such a little thing is worth your tears, it's really useless."

"What's more, what's the use of you crying." Murong Yan admired the pitiful appearance of the defeated general, and slowly stabbed him in the heart, "If you can't do it, you can't do it. You are still abandoned by your father. What you should do now is to surpass Me, or expose me in front of Yu Wenjun. Hiding yourself and crying, what's the use of it other than giving me another reason to laugh at you?"

Yu Qingjia looked at Murong Yan, blinked and wanted to cry, how could there be such a vicious woman in the world?

Murong Yan harvested the spoils and left contentedly. Yu Qingjia lowered her head and wiped away her tears vigorously. The wicked woman was right, what's the use of her crying? However, she knew in her heart that the crying in her voice was uncontrollable, she shouted at Murong Yan's back: "Stop."

Murong Yan ignored him and continued to walk forward. Yu Qingjia became impatient, and hurried to catch up with him and grabbed his arm: "Stop for me."

Yu Qingjia didn't know why Murong Yan was so strong, they were only one year apart, yet Yu Qingjia couldn't match Murong Yan at all. Murong Yan shook it a few times, and found that he couldn't shake off the piece of brown sugar, so he ignored it and continued walking. Yu Qingjia grabbed Murong Yan's arm with both hands, and unexpectedly the whole body was pulled forward.

Yu Qingjia was anxious and angry, and when she saw the pillar next to her in a panic, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind. She quickly threw herself on the pillar, wrapped her arms around the thick wooden pillar, and firmly trapped Murong Yan's hand: "I see how you go now!"

Murong Yan felt the unusually soft touch on his arm, and his face changed suddenly.

"Let go!"