Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

Zheng Er was taken aback by Chang Da's words. After this reminder, Zheng Er thought back and found that Murong Yan was really too kind to that girl.

By his own standards, Murong Yan is indeed quite kind. You must know that the young master has always been cold-hearted and indifferent to his subordinates, and he seems to be born without knowing what pity and compassion are.

King Langya is always calm and rational. In his eyes, there is no need for useless people and useless things.

Zheng Er thought of what he had just heard when he was hiding under the car. The girl from the Yu family asked the young master why she came out and intended to touch the young master's mask... Zheng Er gasped when he heard it. You must know that the young master hates people mentioning him the most. His face, dare to touch his face is simply suicidal. Zheng Er waited for a long time in fear, fearing that the young master's wrath would strike him too hard. Yu Wenjun loved this daughter like a treasure, not to mention Yu Wenjun's face, Zheng Er only from the perspective of conscience, did not want anything wrong with this delicate and pretty girl. Zheng Er was even ready to jump into the carriage to stop him, but after waiting for a long time, he only heard their son say coldly, and even said helplessly: "It's fake."

The mask of hell, the things that the young master uses are all fine and refined, who dares to send the adulterated things to the young master? No, it's not a problem with the mask... Zheng Er was a little confused, and the son was so easy-going, like playing with a little girl, and set the matter aside?

The two big heads who were almost shot to death before were really wronged.

Many things come to mind one after another, and Zheng Er divergently thought that the young master turned back suddenly in the garden, so he must go to find the girl from the Yu family. Zheng Er didn't know what to say, at the moment of life and death, the son had the leisure to listen to the girl playing the piano, and right under Murong Xu's eyes, the two of them were only separated by a lake and a bamboo curtain. Zheng Er didn't quite understand the hobbies of the royal family. To put it bluntly, if the Murong family were to perish one day, it would be their own doing.

Zheng Er hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Perhaps the young master just talks less to us, and people of the same age always talk more?"

Chang Da couldn't explain it clearly, so he temporarily acquiesced to this statement. The two tacitly did not continue this topic. They originally thought that the young master had undergone major changes, and his temperament was calm and decisive. In the future, he would be able to dive into the sea and become a dragon. His achievements should be higher than his grandfather and great-grandfather. With such a calm and ruthless temperament, he will never give up halfway like the first emperor, nor will he be indecisive and kind like the prince. As for the absurd, foolish and womanly majesty, the young master even dumped him a few times street. Before today, they had always believed so firmly, but now, they were a little uncertain.

Any exception is a very dangerous signal.

Chang Da and Zheng Er remained silent, and soon the city gate arrived. They waited for the city gate guards to change according to the original plan. Zheng Er stayed in the dungeon for a few days, and many news lagged behind. He asked, "How is Mr. Zhang?"

Before Zheng Er revealed his identity, everyone was discussing to let Zhang Xian change his appearance and go to the young master's side, so as to open up the news channel between the young master and outsiders. It didn't take long for Zheng Er to receive Murong Yan's secret order, so until now, he doesn't know whether Zhang Xian has successfully connected with the young master.

Chang Da's expression was a little strange: "Everything went well with Zhang Xian's plan, but there was a small accident..."

Zheng Erqi asked, "What?"

"He didn't go to the son's side, but was rescued by another daughter of Yu Wenjun."

Zheng Er was very stunned: "Huh?"

"I don't understand what's going on." Chang Da was also very confused. He spread his hands and said, "Zhang Xian said that this is the son's order, let him stay in another yard with peace of mind. But He Junshi said It's nothing, our purpose is to connect the young master with the outside communication channel. After all, the young master is now in the inner house in name, and the Yu family's main house is full of people. It is inconvenient for us to contact the young master directly. It is more convenient for Zhang Xian to come forward. So as long as Zhang Xian has entered the Yu family, it doesn't matter whether he follows the young master or not. Maybe he stays under another woman's name, it is safer for the young master."

Since He Guang, who has an overview of the situation, has said so, then martial artists like Zheng Er and Chang Da naturally have no objections. It's only because Yu Wenjun was suddenly transferred back to Yanzhou, their original opportunities were completely dismantled, and Guangling's arrangement was cancelled, so they could only mix people into Gaoping County bit by bit, and slowly disperse around Murong Yan. Thinking about it this way, Yu Wenjun's transfer order might not be completely written by the Yu family. Since the emperor had already suspected Yu Wenjun, even if the old master of the Yu family didn't intervene, that person would find another reason to let Yu Wenjun move. Without driving people out, how can they test the truth?

Fortunately, this level was passed safely after all, and now Yu Wenjun has proved that there is no Langya King in the accompanying team, and the one who has not been found will put his suspicions on the next person. In a short period of time, the Yu family will no longer attract "bandits".

It was time for the guards to change shifts, Zheng Er and Chang bid farewell, and then blended into the night. At this time, the Yingchuan Prince's Mansion, which was singing and dancing, suddenly caused riots. The guards finally found that the dungeon had been pried open, and the jailer had lost his breath for a long time. The Yingchuan Prince's Mansion was in chaos because of this, and at this time in the Yu Family's courtyard, Yu Qingjia cleansed her face and quickly sent Yinzhu down.

Yin Ping was asked to leave by Yu Qingya, her fate was unknown, and Yu Qingjia hadn't had time to make up a new maid, so now Yinzhu is the only maid in the second room. Yinzhu was originally not smart, but now because of the lack of manpower, she can't take care of many places. After Yinzhu closed the door and left, Yu Qingjia opened a small slit to look, and seeing no more movement, she took out the medicine box from under the bed, opened the back window softly, and turned out familiarly.

Soon, Yu Qingjia touched the backyard. Standing at the door of Murong Yan, she whispered, "Fox spirit, it's me. I came in?"

There was no answer from inside, and Yu Qingjia didn't even knock on the door, but directly pushed the door open. What's amazing is that at night, the door of Murong Yan's room opened as soon as it was pushed, and Yu Qingjia entered the room. Although no one communicated with her during the whole process, Yu Qingjia didn't feel embarrassed.

It's really because she has been smuggled too many times, and now Yu Qingjia can jump through windows proficiently. With the flexibility of her limbs, it can be seen how many times she has jumped to this level. When Yu Qingjia opened the window for the first time, she was very guilty and always felt like an apprentice, but now, when she opened Murong Yan's door, there was no wavering.

Yu Qingjia walked inside and saw Murong Yan standing in front of the table, looking at something by the moonlight. Yu Qingjia put the medicine box on the desk next to it, and said casually, "It's so dark, why don't you turn on the lights?"

Yu Qingjia was just talking casually, but unexpectedly, a bright light burst out of the room after he finished speaking, and then shook, and half of the room was lit up.

Yu Qingjia was surprised for a moment, with Murong Yan's character who never considered others, how could she turn on the lamp because of her words? Yu Qingjia was quite flattered, and shyly said: "Actually, I just came in and I'm not used to it so I can't see it. You don't have to worry about me..."

The remaining half of Yu Qingjia's sentence was getting lower and lower. She saw Murong Yan put the note in his hand on the candlelight, and the paper turned into ashes in a moment. After doing all this, Murong Yan finally cast a first glance at Yu Qingjia who had been in the door for a long time: "Why are you here?"

Yu Qingjia was speechless for a long time, why did she feel that Murong Yan was accommodating her? He just wanted to set the secret letter on fire. Yu Qingjia was very embarrassed, her eyes wandered, and she prayed desperately in her heart that Murong Yan didn't notice what she said just now: "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if you were hurt..."

Yu Qingjia obviously thought of what happened last time when he said this. The last time Murong Yan came back late at night, he suffered a very serious stab wound on his back, and it was Yu Qingjia who slipped over to bandage him in the middle of the night. In the next few days, Yu Qingjia also sneaked through the window every day after the maid fell asleep to change Murong Yan's dressing. In fact, Murong Yan very much refused this matter, but Yu Qingjia insisted. Other things can be left to Murong Yan's toss, but the body can't.

Originally, his injuries were getting better in the past few days, but today Yu Qingjia unexpectedly ran into Murong Yan in Yingchuan Palace. Although she didn't ask on the way, she actually understood it in her heart. She sent Yinzhu away early, before she even had time to change her clothes, she came to Murong Yan with the medicine box.

She worried that he was hurt again.

Murong Yan had already burned the brief letter in his hand, he looked at the flickering candle, but still couldn't figure out what he was doing with the candle, since the fire note was enough.

There was a strange feeling in his heart, which confused him like the fire in front of his eyes. Is someone actually thinking about his body? In fact, he was not injured, but because of the heavy movement today, the previous injury was inevitably torn, and it was not serious. Not to mention Murong Yan himself, even Zheng Erchang and the others never worried that Murong Yan would fall down because of this small injury.

Seeing that Murong Yan didn't speak, Yu Qingjia became more and more sure that his injury must have worsened. Yu Qingjia was a little angry, and said: "You don't care about it yourself, but I spent so much time bandaging your wound, even if it's for me, you should never get hurt again."

Murong Yan was speechless. What he cared about was not the injury, but Yu Qingjia's behavior at the moment. Murong Yan is a proud and self-absorbed person. When he learned to ride and shoot when he was a child, he looked down on those "delicate" noble children. He moaned and whined endlessly after a little scratch, and made a fuss about any injury. The embroidery in the boudoir is finished.

Because he has a bright personality and doesn't like others to get close to him, even though Murong Yan is the youngest son, he doesn't get the attention and doting of his parents like the youngest sons of other families. Murong Yan was too worry-free, the concubine did not pay as much attention to the youngest son as she did to the prince's concubines. After the Eastern Palace Incident, Murong Yan left Yecheng under the protection of his old ministers. After that, he was the young master, the hope of everyone, and he would not show any signs of weakness. Yu Wenjun and others found him the best teacher and the most exquisite cost, but it was difficult to notice Murong Yan's inner thoughts.

Murong Yan thought thoughtfully, it turned out to be the feeling of being remembered and taken care of like a piece of porcelain. It's a bit cumbersome, but not annoying.

Yu Qingjia saw that Murong Yan was thinking with lowered eyes. She opened the medicine box and listed the things she would need one by one. Then she was very gentle and said to Murong Yan like coaxing a child: "How is your injury? Let me let you go first." Let me see?"

Murong Yan is a very obedient person, as long as you like it, then do it, if you can't get it, then grab it. The feeling of being cared for and cared for by others is very strange. He is curious and at a loss, but undoubtedly he does not reject it. So Murong Yan didn't resist, and followed Yu Qingjia's strength to sit on the collapsed floor. He saw Yu Qingjia's eyes flicking left and right, and the brows under Murong Yan's mask twitched, and an indescribable feeling came to his heart.

Murong Yan's brows moved slightly, and her tone raised: "What are you looking at?"

Yu Qingjia blushed because of what she said. She pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "How can I give you medicine when you're like this?"

Both of them were speechless and silent. After a while, Murong Yan said coldly: "Eyes."

Yu Qingjia pouted, turned around and looked at the vase outside the wooden partition. She was really curious and couldn't help asking: "You're all home, why are you still wearing a mask? You haven't told me why you wear it?"

"Just to save some trouble." Murong Yan held the mask with one hand, and untied the tie behind his head with the other hand. The candle flame jumped suddenly, Yu Qingjia was about to ask him something, turned around unpreparedly, and saw Murong Yan's face revealed bit by bit as the cold and vicious mask came off. From the eyebrows, to the bridge of the nose, to his thin lips.

What Yu Qingjia was about to say disappeared immediately. She always knew that Murong Yan had an outstanding appearance, but even that side when she first met her was not as shocking as it was at this moment. Black clothes, a vicious mask, and a face that is almost whiter than the silver mask.

Murong Yan casually put the mask on the wooden stand next to him, and he glanced at Yu Qingjia, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Yes, it's your kind of trouble."