Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

The visitor did not wear a skirt, but a Hu suit that was considered barbaric and vulgar by the etiquette. The man was dressed in a neat white beard jacket with narrow sleeves and a collar, and a red leather belt around his waist, with a metal pendant on the leather belt, hanging long over his knees. In fact, this person's shoulders are a bit wide for a woman, but her waistline is smooth and thin, and her legs are incredibly slender under the hu suit trousers. Overall, she looks beautiful and appropriate, as if everything should be like this.

The most terrible thing is this person's face, which is simply the favorite of nature, a masterpiece of heaven. As a woman, her nose is high and straight, straight and delicate. The eyes are also thick and stunning, but the lines are sharp and sharp everywhere, and the lips are also thin and delicate, and they are extremely aggressive. When they look at each other, it makes the heart beat faster. Like all brightly colored creatures in nature, beautiful, but dangerous.

Yu Qingjia stared at the other party, forgetting how to react for a while. The other party was also looking at her, parted her thin lips lightly, and said unhurriedly: "Miss Yu has a destiny, so don't dare to refuse."

Yu Qingjia managed to regain her composure, turned her head to look at Yu Wenjun, her words were a little awkward: "She... she was brought back by you..."

Yu Qingjia didn't know how to address this person for a while. After seeing the real person, she was inexplicably afraid to call her concubine Ji, but she couldn't call her "Xiao Niang". Yu Qingjia was tangled, and Yu Wenjun was also a little troubled.

He really hadn't noticed what Murong Yan's nickname was when he couldn't mention Wang Jue. On weekdays, when they called Murong Yan, they naturally called him "Young Master". A very small number of courtiers who were close relatives and relatives could call him "Lang Jun", and they didn't even think about calling him by his first name. Murong Yan doesn't need a title, because he won't use it at all.

The scene was stalemate for a while, but Murong Yan's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly, "Call me Jing Huan."

"Ah?" Yu Qingjia felt that the name was strange, "Your surname is Jing?"

"Um."

This surname was not common in the Northern Dynasties. Yu Qingjia recited it twice silently in her heart, always feeling weird. She muttered to herself, "Sounds a bit like a man."

Yu Wenjun glanced at Murong Yan quickly, Murong Yan was only thirteen years old when the East Palace incident happened, although he had already been crowned king, he had no words. Jing Huan Congmu is of the same seniority as their generation, and most of these words are given to him by Murong Yan. Now he uses it as a name to fool his daughter, but it is reluctant. The name of the concubine Ji brought back was unknown, which was obviously unreasonable. It would be great if Yu Qingjia had no suspicions, but seeing her daughter being fooled so easily made Yu Wenjun feel an indescribable sense of complexity.

Yu Wenjun didn't want to stay on this topic, so he quickly broke the silence and said, "Since everyone is here, let's order the kitchen to prepare meals. Jing Huan has been tired all day, so he can go back to his room to rest after eating."

Yu Qingjia called out quietly: "Father."

"What's wrong?"

At that moment, Yu Qingjia's mind was filled with words such as **** makes people faint, and if there is a stepmother, there will be a stepfather. She shook her head at Yu Wenjun, and then when her father ordered the servants, she turned her head and glared at Murong unkindly. Same as the eaves.

She really didn't expect that the one who came was a vixen with extraordinary beauty.

Murong Yan caught Yu Qingjia's actions easily, there was no movement in his pupils, and he didn't even bother to give her a look. Seeing such a statement, Yu Qingjia was undoubtedly even more angry.

It was arrogant and arrogant. Yu Qingjia had seen concubines of his uncles and brothers in the ancestral house. Some concubines were favored, so they would inevitably boss around and look at people with their nostrils, but it was rare to see such arrogant Cheng Jinghuan. Yu Qingjia thought, her father has kept himself clean for so many years, and his backyard has always been clean. Could it be that he is prone to eruption after being suppressed for a long time, and the first time his father led someone back, is he such a difficult role?

The attendant quickly brought up the food table. At this time, he followed the courtesy of Zhou Han, and he still ate separately. The dishes are served on plates and placed on each person's dining table. Yu Qingjia walked to the dining hall, and suddenly found that her food table had been removed, and two maids were carrying a new food table and put it on her original place.

Yu Qingjia couldn't believe it: "Father?"

"Jing Huan is your elder, so naturally you should respect him." Yu Wenjun waved to Yu Qingjia, motioning her to sit on the other side, "You can sit down."

You must know that the status of concubines is very low now, not to mention reselling them as gifts, and even the sons and daughters of concubines have no status. It was not uncommon for a wife to call a concubine like a maid, and a concubine to be a slave. This situation was not uncommon in the Northern Dynasties. Now a concubine Ji not only eats in the same room with the master's family, but also has a higher position in the dining table than Yu Qingjia, the daughter of the first wife, which is simply insulting.

Yu Qingjia didn't expect that one day her father would do such things like pampering his concubine and destroying his wife, and seducing his wits out of his wits. Yu Qingjia had always been regarded as a treasure by her father, but now that she suddenly received such contempt, she was angry with her father for what she did for her mother, and at the same time, her hostility towards the vixen who penetrated her family reached its peak.

Yu Qingjia looked at Jing Huan who was standing opposite her. She thought that Jing Huan would decline in fear and sincerity. But no, this strikingly beautiful woman named Jing Huan didn't say anything, and calmly sat down behind the case.

Very well, Yu Qingjia was so angry that she gradually calmed down. With Yu Qingya and the system on the outside, and a vixen who is spoiled and arrogant on the inside, it seems that her life in the future will be very lively.

Yu Qingjia gritted her teeth during this meal, she suddenly felt sad when she thought of her mother who had passed away only four years ago.

At this time, it was common practice to have prostitutes, and scholar-bureaucrats were proud of fighting prostitutes and fighting for wealth. She thought her father was different from other men, but now it seemed that men in the world were all black. In fact, my mother has passed away for four years, and my father is in his prime. Even for future considerations, he cannot be left alone to take care of him. Yu Qingjia knew that she should be happy for her father, but she couldn't be happy now no matter what. Yu Qingjia secretly spurned herself, she was simply too selfish.

Yu Qingjia is just fourteen years old this year. She lost her mother when she was young, and she has always respected her father. Now a person around her age suddenly appeared to compete for her father. Of course, Yu Qingjia immediately raised the alarm, wanting to compete for his father's attention. up.

After all, she was just a fourteen-year-old girl. There is no rebirth, no time travel, her life is blooming in the purest cardamom years.

Because at home, it is not so strict to eat and sleep without talking. Yu Qingjia was full, but her father did not put down his chopsticks, so she could not leave the table, so she talked to her father one after another: "Father, you Why have you been away for so long this visit?"

Yu Wenjun said vaguely: "The old friend reunited, and I was deeply moved, so I stayed for a few more days."

Yu Qingjia was thoughtful, and she glanced at Murong Yan lightly. From this point of view, this beauty was gifted by others during the party. Giving concubines was very common in the Northern Dynasties. The gentry didn't think there was anything wrong with giving their women to others, but it was considered good talk. This shows how low the concubine's status is. When they were in the ancestral home of the Yu family, Dafang and Yu Qingya always used concubines and concubines to demean Yu Qingjia's mother and daughter.

However, when she was replaced by a real concubine, she became extremely flamboyant. Yu Qingjia's current mood is both defensive and curious, as if a little beast whose territory has been invaded is trying to demonstrate to the invaders with its small milk teeth.

Yu Qingjia continued to ask: "Father, is this journey safe and sound? I heard from the servants who went out of the house that the inspections on the road have been very strict these days, and many checkpoints have been set up when going out of the city and entering the city. The food is not fresh."

The imperial court suddenly tightened the policy, and it was obvious to whom. Fortunately, Guangling is located in a remote place, Yu Wenjun is the prefect, and Murong Yan has disguised himself as a woman, so he passed the customs smoothly. Yu Wenjun made a serious face, and said to Yu Qingjia: "Jiajia, it's not peaceful outside these few days, you can't leave the house any longer."

Yu Qingjia responded obediently. Although she stayed in a small remote county far away from the political center, she had heard rumors about the current Holy Majesty. Hearing that he was moody and indiscriminately killed innocent people, people in Yecheng are now panicked and closed their doors during the day. Since the Chinese New Year, other counties have also been affected by the matter of King Langya. Human life is the least valuable in troubled times, how could Yu Qingjia go out at such a time.

However, Yu Wenjun seemed to be aroused by indignation, couldn't help but put down his chopsticks, and sighed: "The world is going down, where is Meizhi? When the first emperor was around, he believed in slander and killed his subjects at every turn, but now he treats human life like nothing. I heard that Beigong often goes to the folk for entertainment, but if something goes wrong, it will be chopped down, and if it sees a beautiful woman, it will be plundered back to the palace. What's more, the wives and daughters of important officials in the court will not be spared. Zichen is dim, Taibai plunders the master, the country There will be no country."

There were no outsiders in the dining room, and the only few servants were trusted domestic slaves, so Yu Wenjun dared to express his feelings. Yu Qingjia knew that the royal family was absurd, but she didn't expect the absurdity to be like this. Now this emperor, the former Changshan King, actually went to the people from time to time, playing and plundering, killing the people on the street if there was a slight dislike?

Yu Qingjia couldn't help asking: "Did he do it himself?"

Yu Wenjun nodded heavily. Now these few emperors don't know what's wrong, they love to see blood, the first emperor would go crazy at every turn, and they would talk about court affairs, but the next second they might draw out their swords and chase the ministers to slash. The prime minister had no choice but to replace the guards in the palace with prisoners on death row. When the first emperor suddenly became interested, he played killing games with the emperor, and promised to release the prisoners without charge as long as they lived for three months. Thanks to the prime minister's method, the ministers of the DPRK and China were able to save their lives.

The abolished prince had clearly expressed his dissatisfaction with the late emperor's behavior, and everyone has seen what happened to the prince later. Unexpectedly, after changing to the new emperor, things got even worse. He didn't like to play in the palace, but liked to go to the folk to have fun.

No wonder Yu Wenjun is worried. In the long run, which country can sustain it? Even the foundation laid by the gods cannot withstand such consumption.

When Yu Wenjun explained to Yu Qingjia in a low voice, Murong Yan was eating slowly beside him, his movements were elegant and his expression was dignified. No matter what the purpose of Yu Wenjun's words in front of him was, Murong Yan remained unmoved, as if he was completely listening to the stories of unrelated people.

After hearing this, Yu Qingjia's hair stood on end, she couldn't help hugging her trembling arm, and muttered inadvertently: "It's been like this for generations, is there a disease in their blood?"

Of course, Yu Wenjun deliberately said these words to hint and remind Murong Yan, but when he heard his daughter's words, Yu Wenjun suddenly broke out in a cold sweat due to the late spring weather. He quickly glanced at Murong Yan, then turned to look at Yu Qingjia seriously: "Jiajia, don't talk nonsense!"

Yu Qingjia was taken aback. She really thought that the royal family must have inherited diseases from their ancestors. How can normal people like to kill and get excited when they see blood? But she didn't expect her father's reaction to be so strong. She stared blankly at her father, unable to react for a while, while Yu Wenjun was fidgeting, and his eyes kept wandering between the two food tables on the left and right.

Yu Wenjun is the master and the chief. He sits at the top of the center, and there are two desks on the left and right sides. Respecting the right side, Yu Qingjia used to sit directly on the right side of her father, but now there is an extra person, and she was moved to the left, which caused Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan to sit face to face, and they could see each other when they looked up. to each other. Now Yu Wenjun's eyes were moving back and forth between the two desks, his face was stiff, as if he wanted to say something but dared not say it.

Murong Yan finally put down the chopsticks, raised her head and glanced in Yu Qingjia's direction with a half-smile. He turned his head to meet Yu Wenjun's gaze, and Murong Yan smiled clearly at Yu Wenjun's eyes that were obviously full of panic, worry and fear.

This smile seemed to be icy sharp, and Yu Wenjun's heart went cold when he saw it. Looking at Murong Yan's expression, he obviously understood what Yu Wenjun was worried about, and he also understood that what Yu Qingjia said just now was disrespectful to the entire royal family and even the ancestors.

The people of Murong's family hold grudges the most, Yu Wenjun feels uneasy, those who don't know are innocent, not to mention that Jiajia is just a little girl who hasn't reached the age of Ji, the majestic King Langya, shouldn't care about a little girl, right?

Probably not...Yu Wenjun thought of the brilliant "record" that Murong Yan had made, and he was not sure.

Yu Qingjia found that no one was talking in the hall, she looked around curiously, and asked, "Father, what are you talking about?"

Yu Wenjun withdrew his gaze, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, but Murong Yan cleaned his hands in the copper plate next to him, and slowly wiped off the water stains on his fingers: "Partition walls have ears, so don't say such things in the future."

Yu Qingjia heard her father let out a long sigh of relief from a long distance away. She obviously didn't understand why her father was nervous, and asked strangely: "There are no outsiders here, and the servant is also an old slave in the family. Why can't you say it?"

"Before the deposed prince was accused, he also thought so." Murong Yan stood up first, Xuxu nodded his chin at the two of them, and then walked out, "I'm going back to rest, you can do whatever you want."

Yu Qingjia subconsciously nodded in response, and when the person walked away, she suddenly realized, no, she is a young lady and Jing Huan is just a concubine Ji, why should he give orders?

Yu Qingjia couldn't help but glance at Murong Yan's back. Yu Wenjun stroked his beard and looked at Yu Qingjia deeply: "My silly daughter."

Yu Qingjia quit immediately: "Father, what happened to you today, not only favoring Jing Huan everywhere, but now you call me stupid?"

"Forget it." Yu Wenjun sighed, stood up and stroked his daughter's fluffy hair, "Stupid people are lucky, go back and rest."