Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

Murong Yan was sitting comfortably, but he was looking at Yu Qingjia, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he leaned forward to bully him: "What do you think I mean?"

Originally, Murong Yan and Yu Wenjun were sitting opposite each other, with a slender certificate in front of each of them. When Yu Qingjia brought the tea, he sat beside the two of them. Now that Murong Yan was approaching suddenly, Yu Qingjia was unprepared and subconsciously wanted to back away. But Murong Yan didn't allow it, he held Yu Qingjia as soon as he stretched out his arm, Yu Qingjia wanted to stand up but failed, she fell back to the original place, her back was unstable, she couldn't help but leaned back. Murong Yan put his arm on her side, looked down at her deeply.

Yu Qingjia was very embarrassed, Murong Yan was leaning on top of her, and Yu Qingjia would bump into him whenever she got up. Yu Qingjia had no choice but to lean back as much as possible and said, "You are moody and narrow-minded. I don't know what you mean."

Yu Qingjia's posture is not easy to use, so she can only support it with the strength of her waist. At this time, Yu Qingjia regretted that she had neglected to exercise, and her waist would be broken in such a posture. Murong Yan's face was horizontally above, and Yu Qingjia would bump into him if he was not careful. Yu Qingjia secretly held her breath and tried her best to maintain this difficult posture.

The movement of lowering the waist lasted for a long time, and the silver tassel beads on the head were overwhelmed, and suddenly slipped from the hair. Murong Yan had already seen that her bun was loose, so he bent down, put one arm on Yu Qingjia's side, and wrapped the other arm around her, wrapping around her back just to catch the falling bead flower.

The wide sleeves drooped down because of Murong Yan's movements, cutting off Yu Qingjia's world into a shadow. Yu Qingjia's eyes widened, looking at Murong Yan's cheek that was so close, she was a little dazed.

Yu Qingjia was distracted, he forgot to hold his breath and exerted strength due to negligence in his mind, the strength on his waist immediately loosened, and he almost fell to the ground. Murong Yan's arms were still around Yu Qingjia's back, and she was firmly catching her. In this way, it seemed that Yu Qingjia threw herself into her arms on her own initiative.

Murong Yan finally couldn't help laughing, he wrapped his arms tightly, and hugged Yu Qingjia with one hand.

It was also a posture that was not easy to leverage, but Murong Yan was very calm and easily put Yu Qingjia straight. Yu Qingjia felt very embarrassed, and immediately wanted to move back after sitting upright, but Murong Yan's hand suddenly held her down. He looked at her bun, and said casually, "don't move."

Yu Qingjia felt the coolness in her hair, Murong Yan straightened her hair into a bun, gently inserted the pearl flower into her hair, and the tassels jingled behind her ears. Yu Qingjia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but think of Murong Yan's words just now. He asked what she thought he meant.

Yu Qingjia lowered her eyes, Murong Yan inserted the bead flower, and then stood up straight and sat back in her seat. The two were relatively silent, and the boiling water made a gurgling sound in the small tea stove. Murong Yan looked at the snow outside the window, with a beautiful curve in his jaw line: "I have never been afraid of death before, blood and glory are one."

Yu Qingjia subconsciously asked: "What about now?"

Murong Yan looked back at Yu Qingjia and said, "I'm still not afraid now, but I'm starting to be unwilling."

"Not reconciled?" Yu Qingjia didn't understand why, Murong Yan was not afraid of taking risks, and even enjoyed the thrill of life and death. Yu Qingjia had already seen it when he was fleeing in the dense forest. But why not reconciled? Yu Qingjia thought for a while, and asked, "Are you unwilling because of your parents' family feud?"

"Family feud between parents?" Murong Yan laughed when he heard it, he shook his head, but his tone was indifferent, "Of course I won't make it easy for them, but the winner is the king and the loser is the thief. If you lose, you lose, so you won't be reconciled. "

After Murong Yan finished speaking, she finally turned her gaze back from the snow outside the window, and looked at Yu Qingjia quietly. He was never afraid of death, even the paranoid in his bones yearned for darkness and destruction, and death was the last carnival for him. But now he is not reconciled. The factional disputes in the capital are gradually rising, and it is conceivable that the flames of war are not far away. The opportunity they have been waiting for for a long time may be coming soon.

His future is boundless, the whole world knows that the youngest son of the deposed prince is still alive, and the whole world knows that King Langya will show up one day. He knew that what he was facing was only a possibility as meager as spark fluorescence. A coup d'état is easy, but it is not easy for a rebel to bring down an uncle who has already ascended the throne.

When Murong Yan escaped from the **** incident in the East Palace three years ago, he thought that if he died, he would die, and let him live incognito for the rest of his life. He would rather his enemies be infamous throughout the ages than make the whole world have no peace. But now Murong Yan is not reconciled, he has been in the Yu family for nearly a year, and suddenly sees the possibility of another life. He thought, what would it be like if Yu Qingjia would accompany him in all his life in the future? Dying without getting it always feels unwilling, especially when Murong Yan thinks that if he dies early, this possibility will be given to other men.

Murong Yan just imagined it in his mind and found it totally unacceptable. Yu Qingjia watched Murong Yan with deep eyes, and finally remembered something, and his eyes became more and more terrifying. Yu Qingjia was frightened, touched him quietly, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Murong Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed Yu Qingjia's hand, Yu Qingjia wanted to pull it out, but couldn't move at all. Murong Yan stared at her, and slowly said: "Remember, you promised me one more thing."

Yu Qingjia was slightly stunned, and it took a while to realize that Murong Yan was referring to their agreement that night. At that time, they had just returned from King Yingchuan's banquet, and the wound on Murong Yan's body burst open, and Yu Qingjia bandaged the wound for him. Maybe it's because people in the middle of the night have weak hearts, Murong Yan is willing to come back to play Changhong songs with her even if she is injured, but Yu Qingjia is actually very moved. At that time, Yu Qingjia quietly opened up her world and told him about the system and Yu Qingya.

Afterwards, Yu Qingjia made an appointment, and on the day when Murong Yan was willing to tell him his name after all the uncertainties had passed, Yu Qingjia would tell him about her dream about her previous life. At that time, Yu Qingjia still deceived himself and regarded Murong Yan as a friend, but now, at this time and on this occasion, Murong Yan suddenly mentioned the agreement between the two, obviously it would not be something that friends should do.

Yu Qingjia seemed to understand a little bit, but she didn't seem to understand anything. Murong Yan stopped at the point, and he was more used to getting it by himself than to promise such unrestricted things. He said this just for the sake of An Yu Qingjia's heart, and to remind her by the way.

Murong Yan never asks himself to keep the contract, but he asks Yu Qingjia the opposite. Whatever Yu Qingjia said, he would take it seriously.

Yu Qingjia didn't point it out, but the cloud that had been in her heart for many days was swept away. She pretended not to hear, looked down at her teacup, but couldn't help but smile on her face.

The snow fell on the eaves and made a rustling sound, the fragrance of tea in the room was wafting, the sharp and beautiful young man was upright, and he said something to the side, the fresh and beautiful girl curled her lips lightly, but when she lowered her head, she was smiling .

The tea boiled, Yu Qingjia threw the water away and asked, "Do you want new tea?"

Murong Yan raised his eyebrows: "Did you make tea?"

Yu Qingjia's cheeks turned red when he thought of the salt cubes he had added to Murong Yan's cup. Thinking about it now, she also felt naive, especially when she was exposed to the face of the suffering master. Yu Qingjia's cheeks were flushed, and she glared at Murong Yan dissatisfied, her eyes flickered, and she looked up and said, "Who said I was bad at burning?"

Murong Yan looked at her and smiled, and motioned to her with his eyes: "Why don't you try it?"

Yu Qingjia subconsciously wanted to refute, but couldn't speak. She simply stood up, sat behind the tea set, and said, "You look down on me, I'll make another pot."

There is fresh snow outside the window, and the heat is curling up from the tea stove. Murong Yan watched Yu Qingjia clean his hands, add water and tea one by one, and found it interesting. He also sat next to Yu Qingjia, and handed Yu Qingjia the tea set according to the memory just now. Yu Qingjia saw that he took it just right every time, and asked in surprise, "You can also make tea?"

Murong Yan shook his head, Murong has a compound surname, and his ancestors were once a branch of the Xianbei tribe. Drinking tea is a habit from the Southern Dynasties, and the delicate and delicate work of cooking tea is even more rare. Of course, Murong Yan doesn't have this hobby. In contrast, he is more used to buttermilk.

Yu Qingjia was even more surprised when she heard Murong Yan's answer: "Then why do you know the process of making tea? It was learned by my father and a master tea taster, and then taught it to me. How do you know?"

"I don't know." Murong Yan handed her the tea set and said, "But I remembered your order just now."

Yu Qingjia was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Weren't you talking to your father at that time? How did you notice this kind of thing?"

"Speaking is just in passing." Murong Yan's tone was indifferent, with Yu Qingjia around, everyone else was his background. Her every move, of course, is under his attention.

Yu Qingjia's cheeks were a little hot, she took a quick look at Murong Yan, and said, "Then how about I teach you how to make tea?"

"Okay." Murong Yan readily agreed, he doesn't like tea, and he probably won't use it in the future, no one in the world is qualified for him to cook tea. However, as long as it is something Yu Qingjia likes, he must understand it.

Yu Qingjia sat to the side, pouring water proficiently while explaining the skills of each process to Murong Yan. Luoxue was silent, Bai Rong took Yu Qingjia's cloak and came over, she stood outside the house and looked around, then left silently.

The world inside is too harmonious, Bai Rong has never seen such a gentle expression on the young master's face, in her impression, the young master has always been indifferent, rational and decisive. After a long time, they also forgot that Murong Yan was actually just a fifteen-year-old boy.

Bai Rong retreated quietly, not wanting to break the atmosphere between the two. She was standing outside the porch with her cloak in her arms, and there was a lot of fine snow, Bai Rong suddenly had a feeling that she wished time would slow down.

The young master was burdened with the hatred of the country and the family at a young age, and when the war broke out again in the future, he would rush to the battlefield before he could reach the weak crown. The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and one does not know how long it will take to succeed in the uprising. How long can the peaceful life of the young master and Miss Six last?

The author has something to say: Before the Tang Dynasty, tea was boiled with salt and even green onion, **** and garlic were added, so it was not a problem for Yu Qingjia to add salt to the Murong Yan bowl.