Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

Bai Zhi didn't expect to hear such tough words from Yu Qingjia's mouth. Her eyes were surprised, her face was both surprised and happy, and she hurriedly said: "Miss, you are right to think so. You are a rightful second wife. The prefect also regards you as a jewel, and you are no worse than that of the Dafang. She always secretly uses the concubine to run on you, just because she is jealous that you are loved by the prefect. As for the wife of the Dafang, heh, I don’t know Being treated by the eunuch, he used some nasty means to torture his wife. Why did he intentionally make his wife housekeeper, deliberately let his wife stay in front of Laojun to serve his illness? It was not because he wanted his wife to get away, so she would have a chance to get close to the eunuch. Pooh, What a joke."

Yu Qingjia saw with her own eyes how her mother Yu struggled to make ends meet in the triple mother-in-law when she was in the ancestral house. She felt sorry for her mother, but she was a junior and young, so what could Yu Qingjia do? She complained about her mother, but she also knew that her father had nothing to do. If her father had been obstinately accompanying her mother and her, he would have brought trouble on both mother and daughter. Laojun is arbitrarily arbitrary, and the uncle Li is valued by Laojun. Yu Wenjun can protect him for a while, but there are always times when he can't see it.

But his mother died within a few years, Yu Wenjun was hit hard, and he took Yu Qingjia to leave the ancestral house at the cost of breaking up with the family. Yu Qingjia likes life in Qingzhou very much. Although she knows that her father will lose many opportunities for promotion in Guangling, Yu Qingjia still very selfishly hopes that her father will stay and not return to Yanzhou.

But Laojun's letters are getting stricter one after another, who knows how long this stolen happiness can last. Moreover, Yu Qingya's hidden danger cannot be left alone forever.

Bai Zhi saw Yu Qingjia's worry, and immediately comforted her: "Miss, don't worry, the **** loves you so much, he must not be willing to let you go back to the ancestral house to suffer. Besides, the **** also has his own views on official career, he will not ask you for a mere official position." Laojun and family surrendered."

Yu Qingjia smiled lightly, Bai Zhi's words were too taken for granted, but if such a beautiful fantasy can make her feel at ease, that's okay. Yu Qingjia didn't want to talk about these heavy topics anymore, how dissatisfied Mr. Yu was, and how Yu Qingya and the system slandered her. She is not in Yanzhou now, and she probably won't go back in a short time. Don't worry about the problems in front of you.

"I always thought that although Auntie left early, my father was sincere to my mother. Auntie passed away and never took a concubine for four years. But who knows, today my father suddenly brought back a concubine." Yu Qingjia said Thinking of these things, she still gritted her teeth. She felt sorry for Yu's love, and of course she couldn't accept that there was another woman occupying the position of mother. Bai Zhi was actually a little upset, and she persuaded: "Miss Yi said, this concubine Ji is very beautiful. I am afraid that most of them are gifts from colleagues and friends. The eunuch's kindness is hard to refrain, so I have to bring it back to pretend. Don't worry, miss. How can a seductive servant last long, when the eunuch's interest passes, this concubine Ji will fall out of favor, and in the end it's not up to the miss."

In fact, Yu Qingjia didn't want to do anything to Jing Huan, but getting off the horse was a must. Yu Qingjia said: "Bai Zhi, you haven't seen her. She looks... not the conventional beauty, but a demon, she looks like a vixen at first glance. And she is too much, not only does she not listen to me , she even pushed me!"

Baiji came in to change the hot water, and couldn't help laughing when he heard Yu Qingjia's words. She knew that the young lady must be hating Jing Huan for pushing her, and she was probably already angry all the way.

After Yu Qingjia was defeated in the first battle, she was still burning with extremely high enthusiasm for house fighting. She carefully arranged her troops: "There must be a reason for everything. I don't have anything to do with her now. Even though she pushed me, I can't do it." Using this to sue, if I make a fuss now, I will startle the snake, and maybe I will be bitten by her, making my father think that I am making trouble for no reason. Therefore, I should sit still and wait for work. After she relaxes her vigilance and shows her feet, I will Catch her in one fell swoop and send her handle to father."

Of course, Bai Zhi agreed, praising Yu Qingjia's strategy as perfect. The three of them, master and servant, calculated many details, and only went to bed contentedly after they thought that there was no loophole in the plan to teach the concubine a big fight from the beginning to the end.

The next day, Yu Qingjia went to greet his father early in the morning. During the meal, Yu Qingjia and Yu Wenjun told about the letter from the ancestral house.

Yu Wenjun also has nothing to do with his domineering grandmother, but he has already lost his wife because of this, and he will never make the same mistake again and let his daughter suffer on his behalf. With a solemn face, Yu Wenjun said, "A man should make contributions by himself. He always relies on the family. What's the reason for relying on the elders of the family to arrange official positions? I don't do such spineless things, and I don't think Qingzhou is a vulgar place. Because of the remoteness, it is more important to be down-to-earth and do some practical work. Jiajia, the father will reply to the family later, so you can live with peace of mind."

Yu Qingjia breathed a sigh of relief, as long as his father didn't plan to go back. Yu Qingjia immediately beamed with joy, and didn't even care about the vixen Jing Huan sitting in front of her again.

Of course, Murong Yan doesn't care about the troubles of the Yu family, and it seems that he has no memory of the fact that he pushed Yu Qingjia away, let alone expect him to feel guilty and ashamed about it.

Yu Qingjia harbored her own "revenge plan" in her heart, gritted her teeth at the vixen's hateful attitude and endured it. At the end of the breakfast, Yu Wenjun suddenly asked coldly: "Jiajia, do you want to learn how to ride and shoot?"

"I don't want to." Yu Qingjia refused without thinking, "I don't like archery, why should I learn it?"

The veins on Yu Wenjun's forehead twitched, and he continued to hint earnestly: "Didn't you always say that you have nothing to do, why don't you take advantage of this time to learn more classics, history and martial arts, which can be regarded as an extra skill."

Yu Qingjia thought about it, but still felt that the life of doing nothing was more comfortable: "Archery is tiring and ugly, I don't want to learn it."

A chuckle came from the food table opposite, and Yu Wenjun looked at Murong Yan, who was slowly wiping his fingers with a smile on his lips, and became more embarrassed: "Jiajia, think about it."

"Ah?" Yu Qingjia was a little confused, "I don't want to...Okay, then I'll learn."

Yu Qingjia inexplicably added a lot of classes. She thought it would take a while to find a suitable teacher, but she didn't expect that the teacher would enter the mansion in three days.

"Nowadays, if you want to use the politics of the kings of the past, the people of the world will all stick to the tree. It is because the sage does not expect to repair the past, and the law can be permanent, and the affairs of the world are prepared for it." , looking down, "Is it clear?"

Murong Yan nodded slightly, the Master was very satisfied, and immediately took out the scroll to start the next chapter.

"Wait a minute, I don't understand." Yu Qingjia was stunned. She was inexplicably stuffed with a jerky pre-Qin article, and before she could read it smoothly, she was about to start the next one. "I didn't understand an allusion earlier. What does it mean that King Yan lost his country because of his benevolence and righteousness?"

The master's hand that scrolled the scroll paused, obviously he didn't expect the mascot to ask questions. If you explain it to her, it will definitely delay the progress, and the master's face can't help showing some hesitation.

Yu Qingjia felt that since her father came back from visiting friends, things at home had become indescribably strange, and she said in amazement, "Isn't that the wife you hired for me?" Why did the teacher mostly look at the vixen who accompanied her, and ignore her at all?

Murong Yan's eyes moved slightly, he glanced at the desk on the left, and finally nodded slightly. The master was shocked and surprised when he received Murong Yan's instructions. When did King Langya care about others? He didn't even respond to the prince's orders, let alone at the critical moment of gathering strength to restore the country.

It may be that they need the mascot Yu Qingjia to cover up what they are doing now. In this way, it is really not easy to ignore her too much. The master tried hard to find out a reason for himself, then spread out the scroll just now, and explained again in detail from the beginning.

When it was finally time to rest, Yu Qingjia couldn't help it, and quietly moved to the vixen's side, and gently slapped his arm: "Tell me the truth, do you really understand?"

As soon as Yu Qingjia came over, her wide sleeves immediately covered the scroll on the desk. Murong Yan didn't want to talk to her at first, but then he thought that if he didn't answer, Yu Qingjia might have nothing to say. Murong Yan could only respond lightly: "Yes."

Yu Qingjia didn't quite believe it. She was the daughter of a family and had learned to read and write since she was a child. She still found it very difficult to hear the five beetles. She didn't think Jing Huan, a concubine with little literary literacy, could easily keep up.

"Don't try to lose face. If you tell the truth, I won't laugh at you. If you don't understand, we can tell Master to speak slowly in the next class."

Murong Yan looked at the completely suppressed pen and ink, couldn't bear it anymore, reached out to grab Yu Qingjia's arm, and directly removed her whole body from her desk. After Yu Qingjia experienced being pushed away with a finger, she once again experienced the great humiliation of being removed from her life.

All the servants in the Yu Mansion knew that the daughter of the mansion and the new concubine brought back by the **** were not quite right. Although the prefect ordered the two to attend classes together, as if they were companions, but no matter whether they were in or out of class, neither of them talked to the other.

Yu Qingjia now finds Murong Yan extremely distasteful, and is trying every means to find a way for him every day. But this little concubine, Murong Yan, is also strange. Before dawn in the early morning, he would get up and go to the back to practice archery. He would often see him when Yu Qingjia greeted him. After breakfast, the two went to class together, Wen in the morning and Wu in the afternoon, Murong Yan went back to his room after class, and would not come out for the rest of the night.

This is not at all the same as Yu Qingjia's expected vixen drama of scratching his head and jumping up and down.

The other party's work and rest is better than her, the lady of the family. Yu Qingjia has never caught the wrong thing about the other party, and her plan to teach the vixen can only be shelved indefinitely. Yu Qingjia stared eagerly for half a month, and found that the only thing wrong with Murong Yan was that he didn't wear a skirt, but only a Hu suit.

Hu clothing was passed down from the north. Nomads need to ride horses to hunt. Naturally, they don’t wear the tops and bottoms that are regarded as orthodox in the Central Plains, but they are more accustomed to the Hu clothing with narrow sleeves and long trousers. The scholar-bureaucrats of the Southern Dynasties scoffed at such a barbaric style, but the rulers of the Northern Dynasties both had Hu blood. However, this kind of narrow-sleeved clothes is only popular among the army and the lower classes. The upper-class noble men will wear them in private, but they will still change into orthodox clothes with wide robes and large sleeves on important occasions.

This is true for men, let alone women? Few decent ladies wear Hu suits. Hu suits are indeed convenient, but what do nobles want to do conveniently? Just like Yu Qingjia, her clothes are a loose upper jacket, and a complicated intercolor skirt underneath, which requires several layers of inner and outer layers. So Murong Yan's dressing style is really shocking.

Yu Qingjia didn't care at first, but his father suddenly wanted Yu Qingjia to learn how to ride and shoot, and without waiting for her consent, he pushed him in. Every time Yu Qingjia took a bow, he would be entangled in his sleeves, while the fox on the other side had narrow sleeves around his waist, firing arrows with a bang bang bang. Yu Qingjia was forcibly demoted to the control group, and after holding back for a few days, Yu Qingjia gave up completely and asked the maid to cut a set of Hu clothes.

She naively thought that the clothes were dragging her down.

Yu Qingjia changed into a red Hu suit. The whole body was bright red, and the collar was embroidered with black patterns by Bai Zhi. Bai Zhi originally strongly objected to Yu Qingjia's change of Hu people's clothes, but after Yu Qingjia put on the semi-finished product and walked around, Bai Zhi silently shut up, and then personally modified Yu Qingjia's waistline and embellished it with patterns. Yu Qingjia was weak and glamorous when she was wearing a large and flowing skirt, as if she was about to blow up with the wind all the time. After changing into a Hu suit, the softness in her appearance was diluted, and her beauty was more prominent.

Yu Qingjia supported the bow with all her strength, but she didn't hold on for long, her right hand soon lost strength, and the arrow feathers from her fingertips flew out, swaying in the low altitude for a moment, and then fell to the ground.

Yu Qingjia sighed, she had tried her best, let alone counting, she couldn't even hit the target. At this moment, there was a "buzz" from the next door, and then the sound of arrows hitting the target came from the front.

Yu Qingjia gritted her teeth silently, is she going to lose to a vixen? Yu Qingjia gritted her teeth, raised her bow and arrow, and hit the target again. She exerted all her strength this time, and when the bowstring was too stretched, she suddenly let go, letting the arrow fly out from between her fingers.

This time she hit the target, but it wasn't hers. In just a short moment, Murong Yan has already shot the third arrow, but at this moment, an arrow suddenly rushed from the side, knocking his arrow feathers to the wrong side, which also affected the arrow that hit the bull's-eye.

Murong Yan finally put down his bow and cast the first straight eye of the day at Yu Qingjia.

The development of the situation was completely unexpected by Yu Qingjia, so it seemed that she deliberately went wrong. In fact, she did.

Yu Qingjia glanced at him calmly again, and said, "What are you looking at, the master said when he left, let everyone shoot twenty arrows."

In Murong Yan's opinion, twenty arrows are not even as good as drinking water. Obviously Master Wu said this to fool Yu Qingjia. Murong Yan has long been proficient in riding and archery, so he doesn't need his master to assign tasks. However, Yu Qingjia's behavior just now was regarded as a great provocation among the Xianbei people, and deflecting the opponent's arrow obviously required considerable skill and accuracy.

However, this weak woman who can't even draw a bow? Murong Yan was disdainful in her heart, she provoked him, in the next life.

Murong Yan concentrated on drawing the bow, when there was the sound of wheezing and wheezing from the side. His mind was disturbed, and he lost his aim when shooting the arrow. Murong Yan put down the bow expressionlessly, and said indifferently: "Don't press the arrow feather with the second finger."

"What?"

Murong Yan had already turned his face away indifferently, he never said a second time. Yu Qingjia realized later that Murong Yan was pointing her.

Yu Qingjia couldn't hide her surprise, how could a vixen be so kind? Yu Qingjia snorted lightly, and murmured in a low voice: "You don't need to pretend."

Even so, Yu Qingjia couldn't help but deliberately adjust the bow when he released the bow, but it turned out to be a bad thing. This was not a posture she was familiar with, the bowstring was released with a buzzing sound, and quickly brushed against her forearm.

The ironmaking process is limited, and even if the bowstring is deliberately polished, there are still many rough burrs on the edge. Yu Qingjia hissed and hurried to look at her arm.

Even though blood was wiped across a layer of clothes, Yu Qingjia had never been injured so badly, and water glistened quickly in her eyes reflexively. Murong Yan didn't care about the movement next to him, but when he heard Yu Qingjia's exclamation, he turned around casually, and was caught off guard when he saw bright red blood oozing from his skin, Murong Yan's pupils shrank, and his fingers immediately curled up.

Murong Yan Huo De turned his head, his eyes fixed on the bare ground, his fingers loosened and tightened, trying to restrain the clamoring desire for blood in his veins.

Although Yu Qingjia's words a few days ago were disrespectful, Murong Yan knew she was right. The men of Murong's family really yearned for blood and killing from birth.

The courtiers always resented the courtiers and blamed these villains for leading the Holy Majesty badly, so they really flattered these people. Starting from his great ancestor, every generation of the Murong family has produced a few different types, who are naturally cruel and ruthless, and cannot control their love for blood. Murong's family was originally the great Sima of the former dynasty, but in the end they changed the dynasty and became the emperor. Among them, Murong Erlang's family inheritance of bravery and fighting skills is indispensable. But the world is so ridiculous, the more amazing and talented people in their family, the stronger their addiction to blood.

This is true of Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty, and so is his uncle, the current emperor. The former prince was very dissatisfied with his father and brother's actions, but how could he have imagined that his son, Murong Yan, was a terrifying demon.

Murong Yan is extremely talented in rhythm, riding and archery, and martial arts, but his flaws in this area are stronger than those of his grandfather and uncle. Stimuli such as alcohol and women's **** will aggravate his loss of control, so Murong Yan doesn't drink at all, and he has no concubines around him, just to prevent his mind from losing control, so that he can no longer restrain the desire for blood in his body.

Yu Qingjia held her arm distressedly, the wound was still bleeding. The master who taught bow and arrow was a warrior, so it was inconvenient to bring a maid, so Baizhi Baiji and others were not nearby. It was the first time Yu Qingjia had suffered such a serious injury, and now she didn't know who to turn to.

The hot pain in her arm occupied most of her attention, but even so, she noticed that the vixen's state seemed not right.

He turned his back, his upper body was tense, and the obvious arc of arm muscles could be seen through the sleeves. Yu Qingjia didn't know why, so she asked out of good intentions: "What's wrong with you?"

Murong Yan didn't answer, after a while, he seemed to be struggling to squeeze out a few words: "There is clear water over there, wash off the wound."

"Don't touch water after seeing blood, otherwise it will leave a scar."

She is still worried about leaving scars, so innocent and cute, hasn't she realized that the most dangerous beast is by her side now? Murong Yan's eyes were red, the pupils kept shrinking, and there was a strange blue faintly glowing in the darkness. He took a deep breath, exhausted all his control, walked to the bucket and wet the towel, and threw it into Yu Qingjia's hand without looking back.

"Cover the wound."

Yu Qingjia wanted to say something else, but Murong Yan couldn't bear to interrupt her: "The swelling is gone."

Applying cold kerchief to the wound can reduce swelling? Yu Qingjia had never heard of it, but she thought it was just that she had never heard of it, so she covered the wound obediently.

Fortunately, Bai Zhi came quickly, and when she saw Yu Qingjia's arm, she immediately called out "heart and liver", and took Yu Qingjia back to bandage again in distress. The school ground finally became quiet again, Murong Yan's eyes were terribly black, he aimed his bow at the target, and fired three arrows in a row, with unprecedented strength and aim.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Yu Qingjia: I don't want to learn... (mouth covered)

Yu Wenjun: No, you think so.