Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

When Yu Qingjia was a child, she accidentally found a hole in the rockery in the garden. She didn't expect that the place that used to be like a fortress to her is now a bit crowded. It is quite spacious for Yu Qingjia to stand alone, but it is a bit reluctant to stand with two people. Even though Murong Yan is tall and slender, he still has a man's skeleton, which is much wider than Yu Qingjia, not to mention he is tall. After the two of them came in, the space suddenly became cramped. The two stood facing each other, smelling each other's breath. But at this moment, Yu Qingjia didn't have time to pay attention to the distance between the two of them, all her mind was outside.

The two nursing homes came over, shouting at both sides as they walked, and they didn't know if there was anyone inside, and the shouting now was just a scam. Yu Qingjia suddenly tensed up when she thought of the lantern she had thrown somewhere.

She hurriedly recalled what she had done just now, and where the lantern was placed. Yu Qingjia was in a mood of ups and downs, and suddenly felt a coolness on her face. Murong Yan clasped her chin with one hand, and her index finger lingered on the corner of her lips. Yu Qingjia disliked the other party's interference with her memories, and turned her head to avoid it. Murong Yan used her thumb and index finger to firmly control the prey in her hand. Although he did not speak, his attitude was very strong.

Yu Qingjia couldn't help but feel helpless. She thought her face was dirty and Murong Yan looked uncomfortable, so she rubbed something dirty on her face. She tried her best to ignore the touch of her jaw, and wanted to continue to return to her thoughts just now, but for some reason, she couldn't concentrate anymore.

Murong Yan's rubbing movements were not too big and the speed was very slow, but it made Yu Qingjia feel tense. This feeling of being stared at by something is slow, but it makes people feel dangerous instinctively. Yu Qingjia held her breath and wanted to escape, but there was a stone wall behind her, and she wanted to remind him, but there were night watchers outside. Yu Qingjia was in a dilemma and didn't dare to make a sound, so she could only stare at Murong Yan with wide eyes, trying to warn him to stand still and not make trouble.

Murong Yan's fingers lingered on the corner of his lips for a moment, and then slowly moved to the tip of Yu Qingjia's lips. His fingers were slightly cool, and he tapped lightly on her lips. This feeling was broken at the touch of a touch, and Yu Qingjia felt a slight pain in that place, which seemed to be bleeding.

Yu Qingjia subconsciously licked it with the tip of her tongue, and it really smelled like rust. At this time, the people outside seemed to have found the night watchman who was unconscious on the ground, and they were checking the situation in surprise and looking for someone. Yu Qingjia licked the blood off her mouth, then lowered her voice, and asked softly, "Do you remember where I left the lantern? If they find it, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a reason tomorrow."

Murong Yan's eyes have adapted to the darkness, and now he is staring at Yu Qingjia's soft lips motionlessly. She quickly licked away the blood on her lips, but the wound was still new, the original blood was gone, and there was a trace of bright red blood oozing from the wound, and because the tip of her tongue touched her lips, a puff of water leaked out from her delicate diamond lips. Luminous water. After the blood smudged away, it looked like the best glaze.

At this time, Yu Qingjia was still talking. Seeing that Murong Yan didn't respond, she could only lower her voice and asked anxiously: "They are already looking for someone outside, do you remember where the lantern is?"

Murong Yan watched the lips opening and closing, the unique smell of blood seemed provocative. Men of the Murong clan have deep love for blood, and Murong Yan's tendencies are particularly serious. He finally couldn't help it, and leaned over to cover his restless mouth.

Yu Qingjia's eyes widened suddenly, unable to react for a while. There was a coolness on Murong Yan's body, and after he leaned over, the coolness suddenly approached, Yu Qingjia's scent lingered on the tip of his nose, and his presence was extremely domineering. The bridge of Murong Yan's nose was straight and straight. Yu Qingjia originally had his head up slightly, but now he lowered his head, the nose bones of the two overlapped, and their breaths intertwined.

Yu Qingjia used to think that the vixen's nose bone was straight and good-looking, but now he actually feels that his bones are really good. However, this is not the most serious thing, the terrible thing is that Murong Yan's thin lips are touching Yu Qingjia's. He first touched her lightly and nonchalantly, and finally took her bleeding part in his mouth, and slowly licked the blood on it with the tip of his tongue.

Yu Qingjia's mind went bang, and she didn't know what to do.

The people outside looked around, threatening and gentle, but they didn't find anyone. The two guards had no choice but to go back to their original places and push the unconscious night watchman. The place where the night watchman was knocked out was very close to the rockery. Yu Qingjia stared wide-eyed, fixedly looking at Murong Yan who was just a short distance away, with a face as white as jade, delicate eyebrows flying, and those eyes beloved by the Creator.

Murong Yan is also looking at Yu Qingjia at this moment, his eyes are dark and quiet, faintly blue, and Yu Qingjia's shrinking shadow is reflected in them. The strength he pressed on Yu Qingjia's jaw gradually increased, and he escaped after suppressing his desire for blood for a day. Murong Yan was no longer satisfied with licking, but began to suck.

His strength was getting stronger and stronger, and Yu Qingjia was forced to lean back against the stone wall. The wound on the lips was sucked back and forth by him, and the faint smell of rust filled the lips and teeth of the two of them. Yu Qingjia gradually felt that it was difficult to breathe. She clenched her fist and beat Murong Yan's chest with all her strength, but she could only get back his crazier plunder.

When Yu Qingjia was about to suffocate, Murong Yan finally controlled it. He let go of Yu Qingjia suddenly, propped one hand on the inner wall of the rockery, and wrapped his other hand around Yu Qingjia's shoulders, hugging his chest and the stone wall with all his strength. His eyes were constantly changing, and he was panting heavily. Yu Qingjia also seemed to be born again. Just now she really felt that she would suffocate to death, but now her body is so soft that she can't stand at all. She can only lean softly between Murong Yan's arms and gasp for breath.

The people outside didn't know what happened at all. At this moment, Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, and said in amazement: "There is no one, so why is he lying here?"

"I don't know, maybe I accidentally fell while walking and hit my brain?"

"Hey look, he seems to be moving."

The comatose night watchman was finally shaken awake. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a pain in his neck, and for some reason, his throat was burning hot, and it was difficult to breathe.

"What's wrong with me?" The night watchman was puzzled, and the other two guards didn't know either. One of them asked: "We heard voices talking here, and we just walked over and saw you lying on the ground. We searched around, but found no one. Do you know why you fainted?"

The night watchman covered the back of his head, frowned and thought hard: "I can't remember... I seem to hear a voice here, and I thought it was a maid in some yard having an affair with a servant. After that... I don't know what happened, it's inexplicable I just fainted. Before I fell, I seemed to see a white shadow floating over..."

The two nurses looked at each other, and a white shadow tricked them, could it be that they saw a ghost? There are shadows of trees behind, and the night wind blows through the branches of the trees, and the dead branches make a whining sound, as if someone is crying. The nursing home couldn't help shivering, and a person quickly rubbed the goose bumps on his body, and said: "You must have misread it. There are no people at night, so there is no shadow. I guess you accidentally tripped and fell. Look at the shadow of the tree before falling."

The night watchman still had a burning pain in his throat. He touched his throat, which was difficult to swallow, half believing it: "Really?"

The nursing home has long been disgusted with the cold, and now seeing that it was just a false alarm and the night watchman was alive and well, they quickly relaxed and urged the night watchman to leave quickly. There was a sound of cursing outside, the three of them complained to each other, and the sound of footsteps slowly faded away.

When the three people outside were talking, Yu Qingjia held her breath, not daring to speak or move, not knowing what to do. Murong Yan's arms wrapped around her shoulders, propped against the wall to calm her breathing. Yu Qingjia's cheeks were bloodshot, and her red lips were so bright that she was hugged tightly by Murong Yan, her cheek was pressed against his shoulder, and the silky and cool white brocade brushed against the side of Yu Qingjia's face vaguely. Yu Qingjia's back was stiff and she completely lost the ability to react.

The voices outside gradually dissipated, and the three people seemed to have gone far away. Yu Qingjia exhaled slowly, and slightly moved her shoulders, trying to get away from Murong Yan's body. As soon as Yu Qingjia moved, she felt Murong Yan's arms suddenly tightened, and she immediately felt the muscle lines on his arms on her back. Yu Qingjia's cheeks were blushing, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Let me go."

Yu Qingjia was panting slightly, her voice was undulating, so she lowered her voice and said "let me go", making her look more weak and pitiful, let you pick and choose. Murong Yan licked the blood belonging to Yu Qingjia at the corner of his lips, and slowly let go of his arms.

Yu Qingjia regained her free hands, and immediately wanted to step back. But the space in the rockery is limited, even if she sticks to the rock with all her strength, the distance between her and Murong Yan is only a punch.

After the kiss just now, Murong Yan's lips were also stained with blood. His lips were thin and sharp, and the color was gorgeous after being stained with blood, and there was a breathtaking aura in the darkness. Yu Qingjia didn't dare to raise her head, and twisted the corner of her skirt with her fingers. She felt that Murong Yan stopped in front of her for a moment, and her gaze fell heavily on her, as if she didn't intend to move away. Yu Qingjia was a little nervous. Just when she didn't know what to do, Bai Rong's voice suddenly came from outside the rockery: "Miss, are you there?"

When Yu Qingjia heard Bai Rong's voice, she immediately raised her voice as if she was being pardoned: "We are here!" After she finished speaking, she still kept her eyes on the ground instead of Murong Yan, and said, "Bai Rong is here, Time to get out."

The timing of Bai Rong's arrival was really coincidental, Murong Yan looked down at her, and suddenly reached out to brush her lips, Yu Qingjia was stunned for a moment, before he could react, Murong Yan turned around and left extremely neatly.

Yu Qingjia realized later, and stretched out her hand to caress the corner of her lips in a daze. Bai Rong called out again, and Yu Qingjia quickly picked up her skirt and climbed out of the rockery as if waking up from a dream.

When Yu Qingjia went outside, she found that only Bai Rong was holding a lamp, anxiously guarding outside the rockery. Seeing Yu Qingjia coming out, Bai Rong hurriedly stepped forward to support her: "Miss Six, this servant has finally found you."

Yu Qingjia looked at Bai Rong, looked around involuntarily, and asked, "What about him?"

"Master Jing Huan has already gone back first." Bai Rong switched the lamp to the other hand, and helped Yu Qingjia to walk down slowly, "Miss, it's getting late, let's go back to the house first."

"Okay." Yu Qingjia nodded, she looked down at Bai Rong's lamp, and asked, "Why is this lamp here with you?"

"The slave girl failed to find the master, so she wanted to go back to look for the lady first, but she saw someone walking in this direction when she was halfway there. The servant girl guessed that these movements must be made by the lady and the master, so she walked around in front of them, and indeed in front of them. I found Miss's lamp in the woods. After they left, the servant tried to call Miss, but she didn't expect Miss to hide in the rockery."

If Yu Qingjia realized something, it's no wonder that the two guards didn't find anything just now, because the traces were wiped away by Bai Rong earlier. Yu Qingjia's mind is still muddled now, so she doesn't have the energy to think about how Bai Rong, a rural girl who was sold by her brother and sister-in-law, has such amazing skills, and her feet are faster than two adult nurses.

Yu Qingjia tightened her cloak and hurried back to the house. Yu Qingjia didn't tell the others when she went out, Bai Zhi and the others were already anxious like ants on a hot pot, if Yin Zhu hadn't said that she saw Bai Rong going out with Yu Qingjia, Bai Zhi would have called for someone. Seeing Yu Qingjia's return, Bai Zhi breathed a sigh of relief. She complained that Yu Qingjia went out at night without making a sound, but when she touched Yu Qingjia's cold fingers, she was shocked again, and immediately prepared hot water with distress, and couldn't care about anything else.

Yu Qingjia was quiet and obedient, letting the maids help her boil hot water, take a bath, and brush her hair all night without saying a word. Bai Zhi thought that Yu Qingjia was tired, so after packing up the bathtub and other things, she led the people to leave without disturbing Yu Qingjia's rest. Yu Qingjia sat on the bed, in the quiet darkness, obviously exhausted, but unable to feel sleepy for a long time.

Her eyes couldn't help but look to the rear window. Through a wall, Yu Qingjia couldn't see the scene of the back room, but she couldn't help thinking, what is Murong Yan doing now? What does he mean today?