Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

When Yu Qingjia and his carriage arrived at Wuliang Temple, the others had already arrived. Mr. Yu was standing at the door supported by his maidservant, and when he saw Yu Qingjia and Yu Qingya arriving late, he complained very much, "Why did you come here?"

Yu Qingya's goal was achieved, she was in the right mood, and didn't care about Old Master Yu's cold face. She held Yu Laojun's arm familiarly, and said with a cheerful smile: "My son saved someone on the road, so it was delayed. Please make amends, Laojun."

When he heard that he was saving lives, Old Master Yu's face looked much better, and others jumped in to praise Yu Qingya for his kindness, and Old Master Yu's meritorious deeds. Old Master Yu was in a good mood, so he didn't bother to blame Yu Qingjia for being late. He held Yu Qingya in one hand and Li Shi in the other and walked towards the Buddha Hall of Wuliang Temple.

Yu Qingjia was left behind, but she didn't feel slighted, instead she was happy and at ease. She slowly distanced herself from everyone in the Yu family, and quietly asked Murong Yan beside her, "Fox spirit, what kind of tricks do you think Yu Qingya is playing?"

Murong Yan glanced at Yu Qingjia lightly, and asked without answering, "What do you think?"

"I think something is wrong with her today. Since we were both born, neither of us has looked down on the other. Usually, she would sit at another table at home to show off her status as the concubine's concubine. How could she take the initiative to ask to share the car with me today?" Woolen cloth."

For some reason, Murong Yan felt teasing, and asked with a smile: "What if it's true what she said, she misses you very much after not seeing you for a long time, so she wants to come and talk to you."

Yu Qingjia sneered unceremoniously, and said: "Farewell, if she really wants to talk to me, since I went home the day before yesterday, why did she think of me when I went out for such a long time? Besides, she did it on purpose yesterday. I mentioned Wuliang Temple in front of Laojun, and she looked around as soon as she got in the car today..." Yu Qingjia lowered her voice at this point, leaned closer and said to Murong Yan: "Do you think she knew what was going to happen on the road in advance, so she did it on purpose ?”

The light in Murong Yan's eyes moved, did he know in advance? This matter is no small matter, Murong Yan thought in his heart, but he was still very principled in his actions. He put his hand on Yu Qingjia's head and pushed him away: "Your idea is bold. Why do you think so?"

Yu Qingjia was pushed away, she gritted her teeth and glared at Murong Yan, angrily straightened her crushed hair: "You are so annoying, I will talk to you properly."

Although Yu Qingjia said this, she was not really angry. Just now, Murong Yan pushed her with the palm of his hand. You must know that when we first met, this person pushed her away with only one finger in disgust. Compared with him, he has improved a lot now. Thinking of this, Yu Qingjia felt very sad. Did she have been abused too much, and something went wrong with her mind.

Yu Qingjia walked beside her with her mouth pouted, Murong Yan looked relaxed, and even urged her with a smile: "Tell me, why do you think Yu Qingya knew what was going to happen?"

Yu Qingjia hesitated, of course because she knew that Yu Qingya was reborn, and combined with today's abnormality, it was not difficult for Yu Qingjia to deduce that according to the original trajectory, she should have saved the goatee, and the goatee was grateful and named it under her name. Mr. Accountant. Seeing Yu Qingya's impatient performance today, I think this accountant is quite capable. But she couldn't tell Murong Yan these words, so she could only vaguely say: "I guessed it casually, there is such a story in Buddhism, a girl suddenly told her parents that she had already lived once, and she could tell the truth accurately. Who did I marry in the future, when did my father get promoted, and where and when did I die? My parents were surprised, but what happened afterwards all confirmed what the woman said. Later, the woman died unexpectedly, and the cause of death was completely different from what she had said before. Poor. I think this story is very interesting, and it can explain Yu Qingya's actions, so I just guessed it casually."

Murong Yan also knows this story in the Buddhist scriptures, but this story is mainly to confirm the Buddhist concept of reincarnation that everything has a definite number, so as to persuade believers to donate money. He didn't expect Yu Qingjia to explain today's events from this perspective.

Yu Qingjia babbled nonsense for a long time. Seeing Murong Yan's pensive appearance, she felt very empty inside, so she grabbed his curtain and changed the subject: "You have already entered Wuliang Temple, why are you still wearing the curtain? Don't you feel bored wearing it at night?"

Since coming to Yanzhou, Murong Yan has been like a different person, as long as he goes out, he must be covered with a fence, quiet and dignified, making Yu Qingjia, a young lady from a family, feel ashamed. Yu Qingjia was restless, Murong Yan flicked the back of her hand and opened her hand. Yu Qingjia snorted inwardly, and refused to stop even more. Murong Yan had no choice but to trap both of her wrists: "Don't make trouble outside, stand still."

Yu Qingjia struggled hard, and found that her two hands were not as strong as Murong Yan's one hand. She was unbelievable, and couldn't help but reflect, was she too lazy to exercise?

But after such a fight, the strangeness between Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan for the past two days disappeared imperceptibly. Although Yu Qingjia didn't know where she had offended this ancestor, she was obviously fine, but ever since she had her moon in the middle of the night that day, Murong Yan deliberately avoided her, even if he met her, he didn't talk or laugh.

Yu Qingjia said in her heart that she was a freak, and generously let this matter go, and didn't care about petty eyes. At this time, the backs of the members of the Yu family were no longer visible, and Yu Qingjia was not in a hurry, and simply enjoyed the scenery of Wuliang Temple leisurely. When she thought about what happened just now, she still felt very bad. It seemed that the accountant was originally hers, but unexpectedly, he was targeted by the reborn Yu Qingya. Yu Qingjia originally thought that Yu Qingya would take credit for her work, and her maid was also very contemptuous when she gave money, but anyone who is capable is arrogant, and the accountant should be very displeased with Yu Qingya, so Yu Qingjia proposed to let the accountant up to you. It's a good thing now, if you lift a rock to shoot yourself in the foot, you will be robbed by Yu Qingya instead.

Yu Qingjia felt sad when she thought of this: "Fox spirit, the man I met on the road today has sharp eyes and looks like a capable person, but he was snatched away by Yu Qingya."

"It's okay, you don't need Mr. Accountant."

"I'm missing!" Yu Qingjia raised her voice, her eyes widened, "Although I don't have private property yet, I will be discussing marriage in a few years, and I need a competent accountant to take care of my dowry. Fortunately, the dowry is still gone, and Yu Qingya has snatched her away."

Murong Yan stopped suddenly, Yu Qingjia was unprepared, and passed Murong Yan by several steps in the blink of an eye. She turned around strangely, and saw Murong Yan standing where she was, although she couldn't see his eyes, she knew he was looking at her with a good look: "About marriage?"

"That's right." Yu Qingjia found this question very strange, "I'm already fourteen, isn't it a matter of time before I get engaged?"

Yeah, it's a matter of time. If it weren't for the changes in the East Palace, he would have reached the age of choosing a princess now. Marriage is unavoidable, women will only come sooner, why is he surprised?

Murong Yan couldn't explain the reason for the tyranny surging in his heart, the rage was clamoring in his body, as if he was desperately looking for a release point, eager to see blood and destruction. Murong Yan is no stranger to this sense of loss of control, just like his grandfather and uncle, he has often felt this uncontrollable urge to destroy everything since he was born. As Murong Yan grew up, he became proud, cold-blooded, and self-disciplined, and his illness gradually stabilized. The last time he had an illness was during the Eastern Palace Incident.

But now, the turbulent violence is stronger than the previous few times, and this sense of loss of control is even worse than when killing people. Yu Qingjia was joking with her peers, she jumped two steps forward, turned around and saw Murong Yan's performance, and was immediately frightened.

"Fox? What's wrong with you, fox?" Yu Qingjia rushed to Murong Yan's side, holding his arm with trembling hands. Yu Qingjia now only has two maids by her side. When she went out, she took the one who looked the smartest, but it turned out that the general who was pulled out of the scorpion was a scorpion after all. That girl was only twelve or thirteen years old, younger than Yu Qingjia, and she entered the temple Seeing freshness, I ran away early and disappeared. And the Yu family has also gone far away, so now there are only two people, Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan, and she can't even find someone to help.

Murong Yan felt his arms being held by two hands in the darkness of the riot. Those hands were weak and boneless, soft and slender, Murong Yan always suspected that he could break them with a little force. When he fell ill, he didn't recognize his relatives, and even the guards of the East Palace who had followed him for many years didn't dare to approach him, but now, there was a man who was obviously weak and couldn't even protect him, who came forward and half hugged him, anxiously calling his name.

The slender muscles on Murong Yan's arms were tense, and now he desperately longed for blood, killing, and begging for mercy. He turned his head with all his strength, and said in a tense voice, "Go away!"

"No. What's wrong with you? Look at me, I'll take you to the doctor."

Murong Yan originally wanted to raise his hand to cover his eyes, but because he had no control, he knocked Yu Qingjia down. Yu Qingjia staggered for a while, holding on to the pillars by the corridor, her eyes gleaming with water.

Murong Yan is very familiar with this kind of gaze. When Emperor Ming Wu lost control, he even chopped off his own mother, and his illness was more serious than Emperor Ming Wu. Everyone called him Langya King, and after the Eastern Palace lost power, the secret guards respectfully called him Young Master, but Murong Yan knew that in their hearts, he had always been a dangerous monster that needed to be dealt with carefully.

Yu Qingjia got close to him, but thought he was a woman, if she knew his true identity, she would avoid him as well. Murong Yan restrained the idea of ​​killing, turned around and walked backwards. He had just taken two steps when he suddenly felt someone grab him behind him.

The force was light and light, but the fingertips were clenched extremely tightly. She is spoiled and spoiled, innocent and unrestrained, she will cry when she is wet by the rain, but now she grabs Murong Yan's sleeve, her voice is hoarse and trembling: "Jing Huan, what's wrong with you? If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me, you don't want to Leave me."

The thought that caused Murong Yan to lose control of his emotions just now became clear again, and at this moment Murong Yan suddenly thought clearly about one thing, she belonged to him. Whether it's a playmate, a reading companion, or something else, she should belong to him.

This thought was like a signal, his manic mind suddenly calmed down, the ink-like emotions subsided like an ebb tide, and Murong Yan's mind gradually recovered. His eyes moved, and he slowly turned towards Yu Qingjia.

Seeing that Murong Yan gradually calmed down, Yu Qingjia heaved a long sigh of relief. She looked at Murong Yan carefully and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"Um."

"That's good." She breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't notice that behind the curtain, the eyes hadn't returned to their original shape, they were still as deep as an abyss, and there was still a faint blue light in their pupils.

Yu Qingjia wanted to touch Murong Yan's forehead, but he caught him with one hand. Yu Qingjia pulled it out but didn't take it out, so he let it go. Now that she put her heart back into her stomach, she has the heart to blame her companion's actions just now: "What happened to you just now? If you feel uncomfortable in the future, you should tell me sooner. You scared me to death just now."

Murong Yan didn't respond, he just held Yu Qingjia's hand and walked for a while, his fingertips stroked the back of Yu Qingjia's fair and delicate hand, his dark eyes seemed to be thinking. The two walked "safe and sound" for a while, and when they reached the corner, another group of people walked towards them.

Yu Qingjia felt a sudden pain in her hand, and when she was about to turn her head, she found that the strength in her hand had returned to its original state. Yu Qingjia only thought that Murong Yan was taken aback by the sudden stranger, and didn't take it seriously. She lowered her head slightly and let it go, after all, she is a female family member who has not left the cabinet, and she does not want to get involved with the outsider. But the white brocade robe stopped in front of her and she was unwilling to leave. The other party's voice was clear and sweet, and there was a frivolous smile in his voice: "Raise your head."

Yu Qingjia pulled Murong Yan, turned around and left, but before taking two steps, she was stopped by a feminine man with a white face and beardless, this man looked strange, even his voice was thin and thin: "Didn't you hear His Highness? How dare you be rude when you see King Yingchuan?"

Yu Qingjia was really surprised when he heard this, King Yingchuan? Murong Xu, the third son of the current emperor?