Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

Yu Qingjia stared wide-eyed, deliberately provocative, and said, "Teach you benevolence, righteousness, etiquette and trustworthiness, and learn the righteousness of a gentleman."

She doesn't believe that there are students who can't teach well, and people who can't be influenced astray. She must bring Murong Yan back to the right path.

Murong Yan's eyebrows moved slightly, and he looked down at his hand, because Yu Qingjia was deliberately provoking trouble, and the old books were scattered everywhere, and the pages Murong Yan was reading were also covered. He really felt that Yu Qingjia was very naive, only a three-year-old would use this method of revenge.

Murong Yan really didn't want to respond to this kind of mentally retarded provocation, but Yu Qingjia got excited. She sat across from her with her back folded, with a serious expression on her face: "Since my father brought you back to our family, you are considered half of the Yu family, and we don't care about you." What do I want from you, but when people talk about you in the future, my father’s reputation cannot be discredited. You are reckless, unrepentant, and unrepentant. How can this be done by a gentleman? My father is passionate and upright, and is widely respected. His good reputation for half his life must not be burdened by you. So from now on, I will supervise your reading. These books are written by famous sages in history. His father also marked the sidelines. As long as you read it sincerely, you will be greatly appreciated. helpful."

Murong Yan's eyes moved when he heard the first sentence, and he didn't even have the heart to pretend when he heard the second sentence. He thought to himself, since Yu Qingjia read "Human nature is inherently good" since he was a child, he might not be a fool.

Although Murong Yan seemed to be indifferent, Yu Qingjia was not discouraged, and personally picked and picked from a pile of books, took out one of the scrolls, untied the rope and spread it flat in front of Murong Yan, completely suppressing Murong Yan. that book. Murong Yan picked it up with one hand and was about to throw it away, Yu Qingjia said "ah", and rushed to stop it: "This is my father's book, you are not allowed to throw it away!"

Yu Qingjia half-kneeled on the floor, supporting the book case with one hand, and reached for the book in Murong Yan's hand with the other. When Murong Yan heard Yu Qingjia's words, he didn't really throw the book away, but let Yu Qingjia hold his wrist and put it back on the case. Yu Qingjia patted the book distressedly, and re-folded it. Her eyes were like deer, blinking, full of anticipation and encouragement.

Murong Yan and Yu Qingjia confronted each other for a while, but were finally defeated. Forget it, he won't be serious with idiots, since she's wishful thinking, then just browse around to pass the time.

Seeing that Murong Yan seemed to be showing signs of softening, Yu Qingjia immediately smiled, stood up and took the volume below away. This is the book Murong Yan was reading just now. Yu Qingjia curiously pushed it away, pointed to the writing on it, and asked, "You wrote this?"

"Um."

Yu Qingjia sighed in a low voice, fiddled around with increasing surprise, chasing after Murong Yan's handwriting. Murong Yan looked at Yu Qingjia holding her own book and reading, and for some reason, a strange feeling surged in her heart, as if a certain part of her heart was lightly touched by a hand. Murong Yan watched silently for a while, then asked: "Why did you come back again?"

Yu Qingjia pretended not to hear, and continued to fiddle with the scrolls. Murong Yan was not in a hurry, and just looked at her quietly and irresistibly. After a while, Yu Qingjia couldn't bear the sight anymore, curled her lips, and said, "I don't want to go outside to meet those people."

Old Lord Yu, Yu Qingya, and King Yingchuan are more annoying than the other, so she doesn't want to go out.

Murong Yan was really surprised. When he was in the East Palace, he had a huge following of fans. No matter where he went, he enjoyed the attention and admiration of everyone as a matter of course. Therefore, Murong Yan instinctively felt that everyone loves to be strong. No one would reject power, even if the man was ugly, potbellied, or even seventy or eighty, only if he had wealth and power in his hands, women would flock to him.

Murong Yan doesn't believe in feelings, doesn't believe in loyalty, and doesn't believe in any true love between husband and wife. He only knows that no matter how much he treats him sincerely, when he meets a more powerful person, the other party will definitely give up power and choose power after weighing it up. Obviously, now Murong Xu is the latter, by the way, this person is of the right age and appearance, as long as Murong Xu shows interest, no woman will refuse.

Liao Zheng is like this, and Yu Qingjia will be like this too.

Even a maid knows how to secretly take refuge in a more favored master and use all means to climb up the ladder. Even the maids are like this, let alone these rich ladies? Now the unengaged women of the Yu family must have been dressed up by their mother and sent to Laojun Yu to pay their respects at the right time, but Yu Qingjia was not in a hurry, and no one came to inform her, so she became more leisurely.

"Why?" Murong Yan asked. Why did he choose to come back to find him between the prosperous and worthy Murong Xu and him?

Yu Qingjia didn't take it seriously, and flipped through the scrolls, saying: "It must be very lively at Laojun's place now. One more person is not too many, and I don't think it is too small if one is missing. Why bother to join in the fun?"

"But he is still a prince now. You have been oppressed by Dafang and Yu Qingya, and even two maidservants who are like ants dare to neglect you. But as long as you choose him, all your current problems will be solved."

"It won't be solved." Yu Qingjia also got serious, put down the book and said, "The old man still has prejudice against me, and Yu Qingya will get worse. Most importantly, I don't like King Yingchuan. I don't want to be a princess. , and I don’t want to seek an official position, I don’t want anything, so I just want to follow my heart and do what I like.”

Murong Yan was keen to catch a certain key word: "Like it? You dislike him?"

"It's not just King Yingchuan, but the entire Murong family." Yu Qingjia lowered his voice and said to Murong Yan secretly, "Their bloodlines are not very good, and one is crazy than the other. In short, the whole family is not a good person."

Murong Yan thought about it seriously, then nodded: "That's right, there are indeed no good people in Murong's family."

Yu Qingjia didn't expect that Murong Yan would really agree, and judging by his expression, he said this from the bottom of his heart. Yu Qingjia didn't know why she always felt that there was something fluffy, so she changed the subject: "That King Yingchuan is frivolous and presumptuous, whoever likes to flatter, I don't know anyway. The person I like should be upright and gentle, as long as the two love each other, It doesn't matter if the common people have simple food, but I don't like people, no matter how much wealth and power they have, I just don't like them."

Murong Yan was surprised, and immediately laughed: "Naive."

Who in the world does not yearn for wealth and power, and has not seen that when the emperor is seventy or eighty, there are also twenty-eight young women rushing into the palace, and they can still look affectionate to white hair and chicken skin. Only Yu Qingjia could say such innocent and straightforward words. But Murong Yan couldn't help shaking his mind. Yu Wenjun doesn't care about fame and wealth, and his blood is all for the justice in his heart. Yu Wenjun is like this, but he didn't expect the daughter he came up with to be like this.

Murong Yan's violent mood had gradually calmed down just now because of Yu Qingjia's departure. He no longer tensed up to attack the sharp thorns, and he no longer drove Yu Qingjia out. It wasn't until after Yu Qingjia finished speaking that she realized that she was talking privately like this to a boy, Yu Qingjia also became shy, bowed her head and stopped talking. Fortunately, Murong Yan didn't care about her words, and Yu Qingjia's shoulders slowly relaxed. She was flipping through Murong Yan's books and weaving silk sash leisurely.

The discord between the two of them broke up just now, and it also dissipated.

The silk sash in Yu Qingjia's hand moved like a spirit snake, Yu Qingjia looked at the bright color of her fingertips, and suddenly felt gossip: "Everyone says that although the current royal family is not reliable, their looks are all first-class. Do you say it's true?"

"Fake."

Yu Qingjia was enthusiastic, but was splashed with cold water. She pursed her lips and said in disbelief, "You haven't seen it before, so how do you know it's fake? I saw King Yingchuan that night, although he is It's disgusting, but the charm is indeed outstanding."

What, Murong Xu has outstanding looks? Murong Yan stroked the black wooden scroll with her fingers, and slowly pulled out a new page: "Just him? If he is the standard, then the rest of the Murong family are all good-looking."

Yu Qingjia was taken aback for a moment before realizing that Murong Yan was turning a corner and cursing. She chuckled, quickly held back, and lightly patted Murong Yan's arm with one hand: "Why do you talk like that!"

This slap was neither painful nor itchy, worse than scratching, so Murong Yan naturally let her go. Women are naturally gossipy, and talking about the appearance of the opposite **** is not too tiring for three days and three nights. Yu Qingjia stopped weaving silk, and looked at Murong Yan with a smile in her eyes: "I think the royal family's good name is more or less due to the favor of the people below. When it comes to demeanor and beauty, how can they compare with you?" .”

Murong Yan stopped flipping the book, and tapped slowly on the table with his slender fingers. The last person who dared to talk about his appearance, now dare not touch the bow, let alone go to open places. Murong Yan shot arrows directly at their hearts, which frightened the courage of those few people. Yu Qingjia was probably the second person who dared to say such a thing.

However, Yu Qingjia saw that he hadn't responded for a long time, so she stretched out her hand and shook Murong Yan's arm: "Don't be shy, what I said is true. I heard that King Langya is also famous for his beauty. If there is a chance, I would like to Take a sneak peek and see which of you two is better."

After Yu Qingjia finished speaking, she saw Murong Yan looking at her with a strange look. After all, Yu Qingjia was a woman, and her face slowly blushed: "I just took a sneak peek, and that's not the meaning. No matter how perverse and domineering he is, what does he look like?" His appearance, don’t let people see it?” After she finished speaking, Yu Qingjia always had a feeling of getting darker and darker. She covered her lips and coughed in embarrassment, and said, “I don’t want to know him, let alone be known by him. Just curious, just to take a look."

Murong Yan pretended he didn't hear it. But there was a slight movement in his heart, or Yu Qingjia didn't realize that her words were actually contradictory. The whole world knew that King Langya was at large, so why did Yu Qingjia say that he would secretly take a look in the future?

It seemed that she already knew that King Langya would appear in front of everyone openly in the future, and it was obviously a grand occasion for the female relatives to take a peek.

This matter went round in Murong Yan's heart, and finally he quietly remembered it. As for Yu Qingjia's compliment on his beauty... Murong Yan deliberately ignored it.

Yu Qingjia was inactive and slow to react, she couldn't even catch a cloth ball, how could she avoid the arrow? So bear with her for now.

There were only the two of them in the yard, and Yu Qingjia's sitting posture changed from a standard upright sitting to a sideways one, and finally she just leaned on the slum like soft mud, casually gossiping with Murong Yan: "Fox spirit, have you heard, these days the King Chuan made a big move. When he returned from Yu's house that day, he turned his mansion upside down, and he has been catching traitors these days."

After Yu Qingjia finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Murong Yan's expression, Murong Yan looked very calm, as if he knew it long ago: "Yeah."

Yu Qingjia stared at it for a while, then quietly asked, "Why aren't you surprised at all?"

Ever since he visited the Yu mansion that night, King Yingchuan quickly issued a ban on everyone. If Yu Qingjia hadn't inquired about this news, it would never have been spread. But why, Murong Yan was not surprised at all?

That day, King Yingchuan knocked on the door of Yu's house in the middle of the night and made a big fuss in the middle of the night, but finally ordered the blockade of the assassin, and only said to the outside world that Liao Shangshu died of a sudden illness. There are different opinions about this matter in the city. Some people say that the assassin is the inner ghost beside King Yingchuan. Because of the deep involvement, he hurriedly gave the name of violent death to end the matter. Some people say that Liao Zheng actually died by himself. For the sake of the court's face, the King of Chuan used his sudden illness to cover up... In short, he had everything to say, and the people talked about it for a few days, and then gradually ignored the assassin. In troubled times, political changes are frequent. Assassinations, rebellions, and coups are not uncommon. What happened that night in Gaoping County was nothing. After a few days, everyone forgot about it.

However, others can forget it, but the Yu family, who has been tossed all night, cannot forget it. There are obviously many doubts about this matter, but King Yingchuan doesn't want people to bring it up again, and he doesn't want the night search of Yu's mansion to expand, so everyone in the Yu family is also willing to cooperate and pretend to be confused.

But Yu Qingjia knew the truth. She scratched her heart and waited for a few days, paying close attention to the development of this matter, and finally learned that King Yingchuan suddenly turned around and tossed the people around her, and really found an "assassin" ".

Yu Qingjia found it incredible from the bottom of his heart that the "assassin" was a ghost in the mansion, and was found by King Yingchuan? However, the rightful lord was clearly sitting in front of her, and the wound hadn't even healed completely. Of course, it wasn't that Yu Qingjia didn't like this kind of development. If King Yingchuan found someone else, he wouldn't doubt Murong Yan anymore. But the follow-up of this incident was seamless, as if someone was manipulating it, which made Yu Qingjia feel a sense of loss of control and fear.

And now Murong Yan's performance seems to be faintly confirming something. The more Yu Qingjia thought about it, the more creepy she felt. She couldn't help looking at Murong Yan carefully, and asked, "Fox spirit, do you know what's going on?"

Yu Qingjia herself didn't notice that her eyes were full of inquiry. Of course Murong Yan knew about it, or in other words, all of this was the result he wanted to see.

Murong Yan ventured out that night and went to end Liao Zheng's life in person, not because of personal enmity, but because of Liao Zheng's words in Wuliang Temple. He said that he always felt that the person wearing the curtain fence looked familiar, and he had to see it with his own eyes to be at ease.

Many thanks to Murong Xu, an idle dude, for giving Murong Yan the opportunity to let Liao Zheng go to see the King of Hades before Liao Zheng finds out. Murong Xu and the others couldn't find the wound on Liao Zheng's body. Naturally, they couldn't find it. This was not because of the accumulation of new and old wounds on Liao Zheng's body, but because Liao Zheng was pierced to death by a long needle from the back of his head. It's hidden under the hair, no one is looking for it, and no one will notice it at all.

When Liao Zheng was about to die, his eyes were wide open. Although Murong Yan covered his face for safety, Liao Zheng obviously recognized him. In fact, Murong Yan is very recognizable. Anyone who has seen it once will never forget it. Liao Zheng stared blankly at those flying delicate eyes, his throat was rumbling, but he couldn't speak anymore.

Liao Zheng knew that his hobbies were destructive. He studied and educated people, and he always regarded himself as a gentleman outside, but he liked this method in private. Once it got out, his image and reputation for many years would be overturned overnight, and thereafter. He will always be the laughing stock of his colleagues and even the history books.

And the prince in front, benevolent and generous, hates these nasty things the most. If the prince knows what kind of person his teacher is, even if the prince doesn't say anything, I'm afraid he will gradually alienate Liao Zheng in the future. Liao Zheng is obsessed with power and fame, how can he bear the fact that he is only holding the title of Grand Tutor. Therefore, he reported on the prince, and turned over and stomped on Donggong. He cooperated with King Changshan to imitate the prince's handwriting and wrote the word "Chi". Liao Zheng is the prince's teacher, so it is very convenient to forge the prince's handwriting. Only the emperor can write the edict, and the prince of the current dynasty practiced this character in private, and his rebellious heart was enough to punish him.

Later, when King Changshan ascended the throne, Liao Zheng was indeed rewarded generously. Emperor Ming Wu still had a steelyard in his heart. Although Emperor Ming Wu often went crazy and was an out-and-out tyrant, he was not a fool. But King Changshan is different. After he succeeded in overthrowing his eldest brother, the prince, he acted recklessly, favored traitors, and made fun of himself day and night. The management of the court for many years was ruined, but for people like Liao Zheng, it couldn't be better.

Liao Zheng was very painful when he died. As it became more and more difficult for him to have sex, he gradually fell in love with some unspeakable methods, and only under the stimulation of pain would he react below. However, the last and most severe pain in his life did not bring him stimulation, he only felt fear, because of the suffocation caused by the crushed brain, and also because of the boy's eyes.

Even in this situation, the young man was in a dirty love scene, and he was doing murder and silence, but his eyes were still calm and deep, even with a calm smile. He didn't feel like he was doing anything outrageous. This young man is cruel, glamorous, and deadly. When Liao Zheng saw Murong Yan, he knew that Murong Yan was far more cruel than his uncles and grandparents. Anyone who offended him would surely die, and the death would be extremely painful. Murong Yan was still admiring the ferocious and distorted expression on Liao Zheng's face.

Such a person should have been drowned as early as he was born, and letting him grow up is the disaster of the world! Liao Zheng's eyes widened, and he was full of remorse when he died. He should have killed Murong Yan when he was still young, and he should have investigated the man with the curtain immediately when he was in the Buddhist temple. His intuition was indeed correct. Liao Zheng was lucky enough to delay for one night, but just one night cost him his life.

Liao Zhengduan got angry very quickly, Murong Yan threw him away in disgust, he didn't even look at the two disheveled women on the ground, but went to the study and took the map. Although the map is what he needs, but it is not that urgent. Many of his supporters behind the scenes are in high positions, eunuchs, governors, and even the six departments of the capital have people from Murong Yan. With the secret assistance of these people, it is not difficult for Murong Yan to obtain the complete topographic map, but he needs to use this semi-finished product to divert other people's attention.

Sure enough, after the real map disappeared, Murong Xu's attention was completely attracted by the map, and he completely forgot what Liao Zheng was going to do before he was killed. As for the escape of the house slaves and the digging of the map from the garden soil... it was also arranged by Murong Yan. The house slave who ran away was indeed Murong Yan's, but the reason for his escape was Murong Yan's instigation. True and false, false and true, only a mixture of true and false news can cover up the real cause of Liao Zheng's death and Murong Yan's identity crisis.

Murong Xu thought he was extremely clever, and saw through the assassin's tricks. The subsequent investigation was unbelievably smooth, and the traitor and the truth were quickly found out. However, everything Murong Xu did was actually within the circle Murong Yan drew for him, and he was manipulated without knowing it.

Murong Yan smiled, and met Yu Qingjia's eyes calmly and calmly: "How do I know what happened in the governor's mansion?"

Yu Qingjia was dubious, but she thought about it again, these results were all found out by King Yingchuan, and it was fine for others. Can King Yingchuan be forced to speak with his head pressed down? So, is it really just a coincidence that a traitor happened to be around King Yingchuan, thus covering up Murong Yan's actions?

Yu Qingjia knew that there might be many secrets in it, but she looked at Murong Yan, finally nodded and said, "Okay, as long as you're fine." Since Murong Yan didn't want to talk about it, Yu Qingjia didn't want to ask any more. Knowing that Murong Yan had a blood feud and bringing him back, his father must have understood the pros and cons. In this case, Yu Qingjia also believed in his father and would not interfere in Murong Yan's revenge plan.

"Why didn't you ask me what I did that night?" Murong Yan was really curious, his injury and the timing of his return were full of doubts at first glance, sitting with a dangerous person, wouldn't Yu Qingjia be afraid?

"Of course I want to know, but I thought about it again, you are hiding so many things from me, and you don't care about one more thing." Yu Qingjia was talking, but if she didn't pay attention to her movements, she would make a mistake. She looked at the wrongly woven net, and sighed: "I was just talking to you and didn't pay attention. I made the wrong thread here. Forget it, then I will give you this net."

When did Murong Yan accept the defective product, or was it a defective product that someone else made a mistake and didn't want it, so Murong Yan said coldly: "No."

Yu Qingjia didn't care, lying on the table and shaking in front of his eyes: "Look, I just made a wrong thread, but it still works."

"No."

Yu Qingjia made troubles and tried her best to sell her failed handicrafts. Murong Yan was very annoyed, although there were few responses, the scroll in his hand never turned a page. After a while, Yu Qingjia made a unilateral decision and gave the zipper in his hand to Murong Yan. She is satisfied, because she knows that the one in her hand is not for her own use, and she will be more free-spirited when she edits it next time, just looking at it alive. The sun quietly shone on the two of them. It was late autumn and the trees were bleak, but the sun was surprisingly warm. Yu Qingjia staggered for a while, feeling drowsy from the warm sun. She covered her lips and yawned, her eyes filled with water: "I'm so sleepy."

Murong Yan really wanted to say, are you a pig, but Yu Qingjia had already squinted her eyes on the desk. A colorful semi-finished product was hooked on her fingertips, wobbling, seemingly falling. Yu Qingjia lay prone on the table, her eyelashes casting fine shadows on her fine porcelain face.

She was about to fall asleep, her heart relaxed a lot, her words were like a dream, almost inaudible: "I'm waiting for the day you are willing to tell me."

If he doesn't tell, she won't ask. I hope that one day, Murong Yan is willing to tell her personally who he is and what he has done.

This sentence is slightly like a sigh, if it is not close, I am afraid that it will not be heard at all. The room was quiet for a while, and after a long time, Murong Yan called out in a low voice, "Yu Qingjia?"

Naturally, Yu Qingjia would not have any reaction.

"Our generation was from wood, and I entrusted Langya, named Yan."

"And what I did that night...these things are dirty, I don't want to tell you."