Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

"I don't know." Yu Qingjia felt very strange, "How could I know someone from the royal family?"

Murong Yan looked at her carefully, his pupils were dark, and there was almost a blue light in them: "Then why did you speak for a stranger?"

Facing Murong Yan's heavy gaze, Yu Qingjia felt inexplicably stressed. She couldn't say that she saw it in a dream, so she said vaguely: "I heard what my father said. Father always praised King Langya for his youth, wisdom, and talent, so I just guessed like this..." Yu Qingjia didn't dare to say any more, and hurriedly pulled Murong Yan's hand said: "The convoy just stopped to rest, let's go down for a walk too. My legs are numb after sitting all morning."

Murong Yan lowered his head and glanced at his hand, without further questioning, let Yu Qingjia pull him out of the car. Now is the time when the sun is at its peak, the autumn tiger is still rampant, and the ground is almost steamed with heat waves. The young and strong laborers in the caravan were drinking tea in the tea shed, and they could hear the noisy movement from a long distance away. Yu Qingjia didn't want to get too close to these men, so she dragged Murong Yan to the shaded place by the roadside.

When he came under the shade of the tree, Yu Qingjia looked back and looked again, but he still couldn't bear it. She quickly said "wait for me" to Murong Yan, then ran to another tree by herself, and put down a bunch of copper coins in front of those children.

Yu Qingjia didn't say anything, put down all the money left on her body, turned around and left. She was wearing a knee-length curtain, white gauze layered on top of each other like clouds and mist. When she walked from a distance, she looked like a fairy. The dirty children didn't react, only to see that there was a sudden white dress in front of her eyes. Before they could react, the fairy sister came suddenly and then drifted away.

Yu Qingjia also knew that her behavior was very stupid, and everyone in the troubled world couldn't take care of themselves. Even if she gave these children money, what's the use? She knew that if Yu Qingya was here, she would definitely ridicule her as the Holy Mother, but even so, Yu Qingjia didn't care, she just wanted to be ashamed of her heart. Money is really nothing to her, not even a hairpin that falls from her hair, but for these homeless children, it may save the lives of one or two people , at least let them live a few more days.

Murong Yan silently watched Yu Qingjia go away. After putting down the money, she did not accept the poor man's kneeling like ordinary women, but turned around and left immediately. From beginning to end, she didn't even show her face.

This is really a behavior that Murong Yan can't understand. His conscience seems to be extremely shallow, and he always thinks only about himself. He would not feel empathy for other people's fate, nor would he feel pity for seeing others' suffering. Yu Qingjia, including Yu Wenjun's behavior of sacrificing his life as a human being made him feel puzzling.

Why did Yu Wenjun risk his life to protect him, and why did Yu Qingjia help these children? These half-grown children don't know if they will survive tomorrow, and it won't do her any good in the future.

Although he didn't understand, it didn't affect Murong Yan's feeling that he was very comfortable by Yu Qingjia's side. Even the short half year in Guangling County was one of the few peaceful and even happy times in his life.

Yu Qingjia approached quickly, and nodded slightly to Murong Yan: "Okay, let's go."

Ever since the incident in Xisong Town caused a commotion, Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan would wear curtains whenever they went out. Seeing that they behaved like everyone when they were sitting or lying down, other people became more and more respectful, and they would not come up to talk casually.

But always with a curtain fence, the fairy fan is enough, but it will inevitably be very stuffy when breathing. Yu Qingjia pulled Murong Yan away and saw that there were trees covering them all around, and no one noticed them, so she untied the curtain and let out a long breath.

Just at this moment, a gust of autumn wind blew past, rustling the yellow leaves. Yu Qingjia stretched out her hand to hold down her hair. While she was worried that her hair would be messed up, she felt extremely happy at the same time.

Yu Qingjia held the curtain fence with one hand, her sleeves were entangled with the white gauze, fluttering in the wind, it almost made people suspect that she was going to rise with the wind like this. Murong Yan stood aside, his eyes fell on the broken hair between her temples for some reason. The strands of hair covered her side face from time to time, which made people feel very itchy, and always wanted to help her tidy her hair.

Murong Yan thought of this, and as expected, he stepped forward and held a lock of her long hair. Murong Yan was stroking the blue silk with her fingertips, and was about to say something when her eyes suddenly became fixed, and she turned her head to look behind her.

The girl behind was not prepared to be discovered, even though she couldn't see Murong Yan's eyes, she was still kneeled down by Murong Yan's substantive gaze. She knelt down on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Caomin deserves to die, please forgive me. The minnv didn't follow her on purpose, but the minnv couldn't survive anymore. Please be kind and buy the minnv back." Right. The women of the people are willing to be slaves and handmaids, and serve the two ladies for the rest of their lives."

When Yu Qingjia heard the voice, she quickly put on the curtain fence. She was moved with compassion just now, but she will not forget that she is being hunted down now. How could she bring a person of unknown origin by her side? . After all, Yu Qingjia is also an ordinary person, and she always puts her own safety first.

Murong Yan's voice was very calm: "When did you follow?"

"It's just now..." The girl has been alone in the troubled times for a while, and she has learned to be tactful and sophisticated, "The lady looks like a fairy, and she must have a very good heart. I have the honor to serve such a fairy figure as the lady, it is really three lives Fortunately, even letting the slave die immediately is worth it."

The girl knew at a glance that the two in front of her were of good background, maybe they were young ladies from aristocratic families. If such a fat sheep is let go once, there will be no second time, so the girl secretly left all her companions and came alone to beg Yu Qingjia to take her in. She thought well, since Yu Qingjia left them money, she was obviously soft-hearted, as long as she begged, she would not worry that Yu Qingjia would not be moved. Just now the girl saw Yu Qingjia take off the curtain, and when she suddenly saw Yu Qingjia's true face, the girl stopped breathing for a moment. After she realized it, her determination to rely on Yu Qingjia became stronger.

Such a woman, even if her background is mediocre, will definitely be able to marry into a wealthy family in the future. As long as she seizes this opportunity, she will be able to transform herself, get rid of her disheveled background, and eat and drink with these aristocratic lords. The girl thought that all women like to hear compliments on their looks, so she racked her brains to praise Yu Qingjia's beauty. She thought that this would please the other party, but she didn't know that she stepped on the dead end instead.

Murong Yan let out a soft "Oh", but her fingers under the curtain moved. When Yu Qingjia heard Murong Yan's calm reply, she felt something was wrong. She didn't care about her manners, and immediately ran over and grabbed Murong Yan's arm: "Jing Huan!"

Murong Yan's dagger had already slipped into his palm, but his arm was suddenly grabbed by another person. He turned his head and saw Yu Qingjia looking at him nervously, and he could feel the tension and focus in her eyes even through the curtain. Yu Qingjia also reached out with the other hand, her voice lowered, she didn't know whether it was a plea or a reminder: "Jing Huan, don't do this."

Seeing that Murong Yan didn't respond, Yu Qingjia turned her head and shouted at the girl who had already passed through the gate of **** without realizing it: "Hurry up!"

The girl didn't know why, but her instinct of struggling to death for several months immediately reminded her, run! The girl quickly got up and ran away. After watching the other party run away, Yu Qingjia breathed a sigh of relief. She turned her head, both angry and scared: "What are you doing, fox!"

Murong Yan also looked at the girl's back until the girl gradually turned into a black spot. His voice was unspeakably calm: "She saw your face, she should have killed her long ago."

This sentence is okay at first glance, but when you think about it carefully, you always feel shuddering. Yu Qingjia still held his arm tightly, not daring to relax at all: "She's just a child, although she saw my face, firstly, an assassin wouldn't ask a group of half-grown children, secondly, she didn't know our identities, no Will give away our whereabouts."

Murong Yan smiled, noncommittal. What he needed was Jing Huan's identity as a woman. He wished to leave traces all the way so as to dissuade prying eyes. How could he be murderous because of such a thing.

As he said, these people should die because they saw Yu Qingjia's face. Murong Yan always does things according to his heart, if someone makes him feel unhappy, he will kill him. But Yu Qingjia was unwilling, she held his hand tightly, and Murong Yan made an unprecedented concession for the first time in her life.

Since she doesn't like it, forget it.