Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

The sky was dark, and the dull thunder gradually rolled from the sky, and a damp and cool wind blew in the dense forest. The leaves rustled in the wind, and the thunder sounded, which was particularly thrilling.

Yu Qingjia looked up at the sky, worried: "It's going to rain... If we can't get out of this forest tonight, what should we do at night?"

Murong Yan didn't seem to be worried about sheltering from the rain, his eyes were dark and he didn't smile at all, as if he was listening to something.

There was another thunderclap, this time, he finally heard the movement, the other party covered up the sound of footsteps under the thunder, and he only discovered it now!

A dark arrow flew out of the dense forest, and Yu Qingjia, who was the target, was still ignorant. She didn't realize what happened, so she was thrown at her suddenly. Yu Qingjia was caught off guard and fell on the thick fallen leaves, and then Murong Yan led her to roll around on the ground, and placed her behind an ancient tree that was as thick as two people. Yu Qingjia leaned back on the rough bark, still in shock, and saw Murong Yan half kneeling beside her in front of her, his eyes were fixed on the outside, and a dark bloodthirsty surged up in his pupils.

"The vixen..."

"They have companions." Murong Yan still stared at the dense forest with his eyes motionless, untied the dagger from his waist and threw it to Yu Qingjia, "Run forward, as far as you can."

Yu Qingjia looked at the dagger that fell in front of her, but didn't dare to take it: "What about you?"

Murong Yan had already taken out a few parts from the hidden pocket in his sleeve, and quickly assembled them into a pocket gun with his fingers. He ignored Yu Qingjia's question. Yu Qingjia just blinked and saw that he had moved behind another tree trunk up. Yu Qingjia gritted her teeth, no matter how frightened she was, she still grabbed the dagger and said in a low voice, "Can I help you?"

Murong Yan didn't seem to expect it, he was stunned for a moment, then he snorted disdainfully: "Women and children are never used in hunting in the Xianbei tribe. Hurry up, you will only disturb me if you stay."

Yu Qingjia wanted to say something, but Murong Yan had already walked away without looking back. Yu Qingjia looked at the exquisitely crafted dagger in his hand, gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, and imitated Murong Yan, running from behind one tree to another, stumbling forward.

The thunder became more and more intense, and finally the big raindrops fell from the sky. There is no place to shelter from the rain in the forest. The completely dark dense forest is like a giant beast with its mouth wide open. There seem to be countless eyes lurking in the darkness. Yu Qingjia was afraid and cold, bit her lip tightly, but tears still rolled down from her eyes.

Yu Qingjia held the dagger tightly in front of her chest. In fact, she didn't even know how to use the dagger. In the past fourteen years, she had never even seen a chicken being killed. But at this time, she could only hold the cold and exquisite dagger tightly and walk forward with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

In the end, whether it was rain or tears, Yu Qingjia couldn't open her eyes at all. She stopped under an old tree with a huge crown, and looked back at the dead jungle behind her.

Even though the canopy of the tree can shelter the rain, there are still raindrops running across Yu Qingjia's cheeks, winding into a waterline, staying on her chin for a while, and finally forming a round waterdrop and falling to the ground with a bang. Yu Qingjia's hair was already completely wet, and now it was wet and sticky to her face, making her fair skin, long eyelashes, and a soft and clear feeling that washed away all lead ornaments.

Yu Qingjia looked at the woods behind her, with indescribable worry in her eyes, she couldn't help shouting softly to the dark woods behind her: "Fox spirit?"

But how could one expect a response? Yu Qingjia gritted her teeth. Even though she was terrified of the darkness and unknown assassins, she still groped her way back to the original path.

Of course she knew how risky it would be to go back the same way, maybe the assassin was looking for her along this way now. However, she took away the vixen's dagger. Although the vixen had a sleeve crossbow, if he fought hand-to-hand, he would suffer too much without a weapon. No matter what, Yu Qingjia couldn't leave the vixen alone.

Yu Qingjia didn't dare to speak loudly, so as not to attract assassins, but she was afraid that the vixen might be hiding somewhere and she would miss it, so she supported the tree trunk all the way, calling "the vixen" over and over again in a low voice. Because of the fear and the cold, Yu Qingjia's ending sound was filled with tears at the end.

Yu Qingjia cried and searched for it, and suddenly kicked something warm. Yu Qingjia was taken aback, screamed in her throat and quickly covered it up. She didn't dare to think about what she kicked, and shouted tremblingly: "Fox, where are you?"

There is only the bleak and cold autumn wind all around, without any echo. Yu Qingjia was terrified, but she still had the courage to squat down and try her best to look at the face of the corpse under her feet.

Yu Qingjia stared wide-eyed in the dark, tried to recognize for a long time, and finally saw that the other party was wearing a bunt, not the Hu suit of a vixen. She didn't know whether she was afraid or relieved, tears were streaming down her face, she no longer dared to face the dead, so she quickly got up and looked around for Murong Yan's whereabouts.

Yu Qingjia kept calling Murong Yan's name, and finally heard a familiar voice behind an ancient tree: "I am here."

Yu Qingjia froze for a moment, he was awake? Then why didn't you speak just now?

Yu Qingjia hurried over and found that although Murong Yan was leaning against the tree, he was obviously seriously injured. Yu Qingjia couldn't care about what happened just now, she rushed over, wanting to help Murong Yan but didn't know where to start: "Fox spirit, you... Where did you get hurt? Are you okay?"

Murong Yan supported the ground with his uninjured hand, and seemed to want to stand up, Yu Qingjia quickly supported him. However, Murong Yan's weight was much heavier than she had imagined, and the two struggled for a long time before standing up out of breath.

"Why did you come back?"

Yu Qingjia was stunned, only to realize that Murong Yan was asking her. Yu Qingjia felt that this question was indescribably strange: "Of course I will come back, you are still here."

Murong Yan didn't believe this answer. Just now, in order to deal with the assassin, he tried his best not to dodge the sword and shot the assassin with an arrow. Facts have proved that the poison on the arrow was indeed correct. The assassin was poisoned and died very quickly. Although he was wounded, he survived again. .

But that knife was really heavy, the night rain was rustling, although Murong Yan saved his life, he didn't have the strength to go out.

After being exposed to the rain all night with injuries on his body, can he survive until dawn tomorrow? Murong Yan didn't dare to say. He can only gamble with fate to see which one comes first, death or dawn.

But he really didn't expect that Yu Qingjia would come back. He never thought about Yu Qingjia from the very beginning, even brothers and sisters, who would come back to save others at the risk of unknown risks after running away? If it was the situation where there were many servants in the past, Murong Yan might have waited a while, but if he expected the other party to come in person, he would never even think about it.

So when he heard Yu Qingjia's voice, Murong Yan didn't make a sound or move. He was thinking, is this another assassin who is good at imitating voices? Oh, she seems to have kicked the dead, and cried out. So clumsy and useless, it's probably not an imitation.

On the contrary, Murong Yan couldn't understand, what did Yu Qingjia want to do? What is she planning and what is her purpose? He has nothing now, not even his identity can be seen, so what else can people plot?

Even if you can't see it, you can still feel Murong Yan's eyes staring at her deeply, the deep oppression in it makes people have nowhere to escape: "Why did you come back?"

Yu Qingjia was drenched all over now, after finding Murong Yan, she relaxed and let herself cry. She was sobbing, her eyes could not be opened due to the mixture of rain and tears, but now she was supporting Murong Yan, unable to move her hands, so she turned her head and wiped her tears on Murong Yan's clothes: "I'm afraid of the dark."

The people around him didn't speak for a long time. After a while, the young man laughed, his voice became clearer and sweeter, so that the gender could not be distinguished: "Go back the same way, how stupid you are."

Yu Qingjia didn't care about the injured person, she supported Murong Yan, the two stumbled in the endless night rain, and finally found a small cave that could shelter from the rain. It's not even a cave, because it's just a crack stuck by two boulders, forming a pointed gap. The outside of the stone is covered with vines, and you can't find it if you don't look carefully.

Yu Qingjia threw a stone to try it out, and after finding that there seemed to be nothing inside, he stumblingly helped Murong Yan into the crack of the stone. Finally, he didn't need to be exposed to the rain, Murong Yan's face turned white, he touched his body, and threw a fire note to Yu Qingjia: "Light it up."

Yu Qingjia narrowly caught Huozhezi, she looked at the thing in her hand and was troubled, Murong Yan waited for a while, then asked in disbelief: "No?"

Yu Qingjia could only grit her teeth and say, "I will." She found some hay from the cave, and went outside to grab some dry vines. A cluster of small sparks came out.

The fire suddenly lit up, shining Yu Qingjia's eyes brightly, and she immediately shouted excitedly: "Look, vixen..." The second half of Yu Qingjia's words disappeared between her lips and teeth, because Murong Yan had already leaned against the stone wall and fell asleep.

Now she was the only labor force, and Yu Qingjia was full of sense of responsibility. She collected all the dry firewood in the cave, and then took off the soaked outer skirt, wrung it dry and put it on the fire to roast. Yu Qingjia thought that the vixen was still wearing wet clothes, and he was still wounded. Yu Qingjia walked up to Murong Yan lightly, and was about to reach out to untie his clothes when someone grabbed his wrist.

He was so strong that he almost crushed the wrist bones, Murong Yan, who was still asleep just now, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold and frightening. Seeing that it was Yu Qingjia, the murderous intent in his eyes improved, but when he saw Yu Qingjia's plan clearly, he was still angry: "What are you doing?"

Yu Qingjia was caught off guard by his wrist, Murong Yan couldn't control his strength, and Yu Qingjia was in pain from his pinch. Tears welled up in her eyes immediately: "Your clothes are wet, I want to change your clothes."

Murong Yan looked at the horrific fire next to him, and sounded a little annoyed: "No need."

"But you are injured, and you will get sick if you wear wet clothes!"

"If I say no, I don't need it." Murong Yan finished speaking forcefully, and only then did he realize what Yu Qingjia was wearing. He turned his head with a slap, and his voice sounded like gnashing of teeth: "What are you wearing?"

Yu Qingjia looked down at her clothes in astonishment. She took off her outer skirt and only wore her middle clothes. She was thin-skinned and embarrassed to expose her body in front of the vixen, so she endured the discomfort and kept her middle clothes for herself. Her little clothes were still wet, so she hurried over to change the vixen's clothes, but what's the matter with the vixen's tone!

Yu Qingjia was aggrieved, and the vixen avoided her, as if she had done something offensive. Yu Qingjia was also annoyed, and stood up with a soft snort: "You can't take off your love, and you don't know good people."

Yu Qingjia returned to the side of the fire, trying to take off the little coat that was sticking to her body when she was completely soaked. She hadn't left the cabinet after all, even through the middle coat, she was still a little embarrassed to take off her small clothes in front of another woman. She glanced at Murong Yan, and found that he was still tilting his face hard, and his neck turned into a nice arc. I don't know if it's because of the fire, but the vixen's ears and neck look red.

Yu Qingjia yelled fiercely at the vixen: "You are not allowed to look back!"

Murong Yan was originally wondering what Yu Qingjia was going to do, but when he heard the rustling behind him, he froze for a moment, then quickly realized.

"You are a girl..."

Yu Qingjia was untying the belt of her small coat with her hands behind her back through her middle coat. She looked at Murong Yan innocently: "What's wrong?"

Murong Yan almost broke his neck, he turned his face towards the stone wall forcefully, the tips of his ears were already red to the point of bleeding. At this time, the fire shook for a while, Yu Qingjia sat in front of the fire, and his shadow was cast unsteadily on the stone.

Murong Yan hurriedly closed his eyes, he gritted his teeth and waited for a while, and couldn't help saying angrily: "What are you dawdling about, hurry up!"

The author has something to say:

"The raindrops meandered into waterlines, stayed on her chin for a while, and finally formed a round waterdrop and fell to the ground with a clatter."

It's a bit sad to write here, Jiajia is still young, and in two years' time, she will fall on her chest instead of on the ground.