Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

The dream was intermittent, and Murong Yan's memory was extremely good, but last night's dream seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, with only occasional fragments flashing through. In the dream, he could feel the intense sadness that could tear a person apart, but after waking up, he couldn't remember many details.

However, the raging fire in Gaoping County was still lingering. He didn't need to close his eyes to see the flames soaring into the sky, and half of the sky was illuminated. Bright with desperate self-destruction.

Although the tone of voice is slightly different, and the tone of speech is completely different, but Murong Yan can easily recognize that the voice in the dream is himself. Or rather, him a few years later.

Murong Yan doesn't believe in God or Buddha, he doesn't believe in karma or retribution, and illusory things like dreams won't affect his mind. But this time was different, for no reason, Murong Yan had a strong intuition, he knew that those things were true.

One day in the future, he will personally order the massacre of Yu's family, and burn half of Gaoping City, almost razing Jian'an Lane where the aristocratic family lived. If the dream only ends here, Murong Yan won't care a little bit at all, if a city burns, it will burn, he doesn't care what others say about him, let alone the evaluation of history books. What really woke him up in the middle of the night and stood in the wind until dawn was the vague words in the dream.

Now that she's gone, what is the Yu family doing?

Murong Yan refused to think about who she was talking about, but the answer was obvious. Yu Qingjia will die one step ahead of him, before he gains power and has the right to influence the fate of a family.

When Bai Rong heard the waiter's report, she glanced at the closed door in surprise. Bai Rong was not sure whether to go in and interrupt the young master's solitude, but if it was something else, Bai Rong would not hesitate at all, and immediately turned around and retreated. However, this is about Miss Six.

Bai Rong was still hesitating, when suddenly the door opened. The dark wooden door was slowly pushed open, and the light rushed into the pitch-black room, and the silhouette of a person could be vaguely seen in the backlight. Bai Rong's back tensed unknowingly, but her head hung down obediently: "Master."

Young Master is the honorific name for the son of the king and grandson, now that Murong Yan is surrounded by his own people, there is no need to hide his identity much. But just in case, before the real time comes, they'd better be more cautious. It is inconvenient for Bai Rong and the others to use the son, so they can only use the master instead.

Murong Yan changed his crown, and also wore a neat narrow-sleeved brocade suit. Wearing a crown is obviously men's clothing. Murong Yan originally had a face like white jade, but when she put on this white dress, her limbs became more slender, cold and sharp.

When Murong Yan was young, his appearance was indistinguishable. After these two years of hard work, his bones have elongated, his outline is obvious, and his soft femininity has been diluted a lot. On the contrary, because of the increasingly prominent outline, the fierce murderousness in his bones is highlighted. But now, his face was cold, and there was an undisguised murderous intent in his eyes, and that beautiful and deadly sense of danger was even heavier. Bai Rong used to be extremely cautious when she saw Murong Yan, but now seeing Murong Yan's almost unrestrained violence, her hairs stood on end, and she could hardly control her body's instinctive reaction.

Murong Yan asked: "What's the matter?"

Bai Rong was startled for a moment, and immediately realized that Murong Yan had heard the conversation between her and the waiter in the room. In this case, Bai Rong has nothing to worry about, she said: "Master, Liu Niangzi has not been in a good mood these few days, and seems to have something on her mind."

worry? Murong Yan remembered the dream from last night for some reason, he paused for a while and asked: "Where is she?"

"Dressing in the house."

Bai Rong kept her head down when she spoke, she didn't have Yu Qingjia's privilege, and she didn't dare to look directly at Murong Yan's face. Bai Rong was very sensible and didn't ask Murong Yan what she wanted to do with Yu Qingjia. Murong Yan paused, then walked out suddenly.

The servants on both sides were taken aback, and they quickly said, "Master, you are now..."

Murong Yan looked back at them, several people were frightened by his eyes, they all bowed their heads and knelt down, not daring to say a word.

Bai Zhi combed Yu Qingjia's long hair, picked a turquoise hair button and tied it in Yu Qingjia's hair, and inserted tassels and hairpins from left to right by the support of the hair button. After the hair was combed, Bai Zhi looked around and said with great satisfaction: "The lady is naturally beautiful, and she looks so good with simple hair. When I find a husband in the future, I can wear the whole makeup in a high bun. I don't know what to do. How amazing."

The folk customs in the Northern Dynasties were open, and it was not out of the ordinary for women to make such jokes at will. Bai Zhi took care of Yu Qingjia since she was a child, and she was a half-mother and half-sister. She joked that she was really looking forward to Yu Qingjia's marriage. All the maids laughed when they heard this sentence, Yu Qingjia glanced at Bai Zhi from the mirror, and couldn't help laughing: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Your servant is not talking nonsense." Bai Zhi gently arranged Yu Qingjia's broken hair, and suddenly looked at Yu Qingjia with emotion, "Young lady is smart and beautiful, with a pure heart, and in the eyes of my servant, she is a pearl of introverted elegance, no matter where she is placed, she will shine Shenghui. I wonder what kind of husband my wife will marry in the future?"

Bai Zhi revealed a faint sadness, she didn't want to get involved in the Yu family's affairs at all, but she had to admit that family power was still a very important consideration in marriage. It is good for Yu Wenjun to take Yu Qingjia away from the Yu family, and their life during this time is the only peace and tranquility, but Bai Zhi is old, so she has to think about it a little longer. Seeing that Yu Qingjia has reached the age of marriage, and the Yu family's affairs are so troubled, how should Yu Qingjia's marriage be dealt with? In Bai Zhi's heart, her Sixth Lady is the most precious treasure in the world, worthy of anyone, but she has to admit that the split between Yu Wenjun and the Yu family will definitely affect Yu Qingjia's marriage proposal.

Yu Qingjia saw Bai Zhi's hidden worries, she didn't care about it herself, life should not be judged only by marrying a good man, doing what she likes is what Yu Qingjia values ​​most. Moreover, she left the Yu family with Yu Wenjun, outsiders don't care about your difficulties or grievances, they only see the result. After this incident, Yu Qingjia must be removed from the daughter-in-law list by the wives of the aristocratic family. It would not be good to say what she said in the future, but Yu Qingjia felt that it didn't matter. No matter what outsiders said, the most important thing was to live a good life.

Yu Qingjia said: "Living life is like drinking water. You know how warm and cold you are. You live your own life, and it's not for others to talk about. A Niang's marriage is very well-matched. Even Li's marriage is very good in the eyes of outsiders, but After they get married, which one has a better life? It doesn't matter what others say, it's the most real thing to see what you have in your hands."

Bai Zhi thinks about it too, if she tolerates Yu Laojun and Yu Qingya in every possible way for the sake of a good marriage, then she will suffer a lot. Bai Zhi calmed down slowly, and said: "What the lady said is that I am too short-sighted. The lady lives such a transparent life, whoever can marry the lady is a blessing. I don't know where the lady's fate is..."

Bai Zhi fell into imagination, and Yu Qingjia felt a little guilty for no reason. She said those words just now because she really didn't want to suffocate herself for the eyes of the world, but at the same time, she had another secret thought. She doesn't care about marriage, but it's actually because she already has the shadow of her future husband in her heart.

Yu Qingjia coughed in embarrassment, stood up and said, "It has just rained outside, and the air is just right. I'll take a walk outside, so you don't have to follow."

This place is quiet, there is nothing to worry about letting Yu Qingjia go alone, Bai Zhi told Yu Qingjia to come back quickly and go about her own business. Yu Qingjia's hair was **** with turquoise buttons, with light green hosta on both sides, and two rows of silver-plated Ruyi metal pieces hanging from the bottom. She was walking on the corridor, when the warm wind blew, the silver pieces jingled lightly.

Yu Qingjia was walking aimlessly. She saw a flower on the side of the road blown down by the wind. She stopped, carefully straightened the flower, and wiped the dirt on the petals with a handkerchief. She bent down to look at the flowers intently. For some reason, she suddenly had a feeling in her heart and looked up.

There was a person standing opposite the flowers, watching her quietly.

Yu Qingjia froze for a moment when she saw the other party, and then recognized in disbelief that it was Murong Yan.

He has long hair in a crown, and is wearing a tall and neat brocade jacket with narrow sleeves, showing a sharp side face and a slender and powerful figure. His whole body is like a gorgeous and precious knife, and the compelling determination can be felt from a long distance away.

Yu Qingjia stayed there for a long time, she also secretly thought about what Murong Yan would look like when he resumed his men's attire, and she also thought about when Murong Yan would be free from scruples. But Yu Qingjia never expected that on such a dewy morning, when she looked up, she saw a scene she would never forget.

There is no doubt that Murong Yan's facial features are good-looking. Yu Qingjia had been angrily calling him a "fox spirit" a long time ago, but now she knows that the loose and loose attire that is more suitable for men than women has always covered up his good looks. This kind of good looks has nothing to do with appearance, but the kind of temperament that directly hits people's hearts and is noble and compelling.

Murong Yan didn't know where to look for a long time, he slowly approached, stretched out his hand to stroke Yu Qingjia's side face, and wiped off the flower mud on her face. After wiping off the dirt, he didn't withdraw his hand, but stayed on the side of her face, looking at her deeply.

Only then did Yu Qingjia realize that she had dirt on her face. She was very embarrassed at first, but slowly realized that Murong Yan's expression was not right.

Why did he look at her like that?

Murong Yan's hands were colder than the morning dew, Yu Qingjia asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you, why are your hands so cold?"

Murong Yan didn't reply, Yu Qingjia wanted to take his hand off to warm him, but Murong Yan held it with the other hand: "Don't move, I want to see if you are real."

Yu Qingjia glared at him angrily and amusedly: "I'm not real, how can I be a dummy? Your hands are so cold, did you catch a cold last night?" Yu Qingjia took Murong Yan's hand in front of her face and breathed out with the palm of her hand. Keep him warm. Yu Qingjia looked up at Murong Yan, suddenly a little embarrassed: "You, why did you suddenly..."

Yu Qingjia didn't finish her question, but both of them knew the rest. Murong Yan suddenly changed back to men's clothes, does it mean that he no longer needs to hide?

"The time is not yet." Murong Yan didn't care much, "but it's about the same. The next thing can't be done by hiding, so it doesn't matter if you expose your identity or not."

Yu Qingjia really wanted to ask him something, but the words melted into a warm smile. She shook Murong Yan's hand and said, "Don't worry, I made a wish on New Year's Eve, and you will have a smooth year."

Murong Yan finally smiled. He looked at Yu Qingjia who was bright and vivid in front of him, who would smile at him and treat him like a baby, and unexpectedly remembered the dream from last night.

After Yu Qingjia finished speaking, she suddenly felt Murong Yan holding her hand back with great force. She was startled, and carefully looked at Murong Yan's expression: "What's wrong with you today?"

Yu Qingjia looked carefully at Murong Yan's eyes, trying to discern some clues from them. She saw Murong Yan's pupils were dark and bright, and her own figure was clearly reflected in them, and she saw these eyes shift slowly, looking through her to another direction.

Yu Qingjia followed Murong Yan's gaze and looked back, and saw Yu Wenjun standing behind the railing. Yu Wenjun first looked at the palm held by Murong Yan on the side of Yu Qingjia's face, and then swept across the hands of the two of them. Yu Wenjun took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "Jiajia, you go back first."

"I have something to talk to him about."