Murong Yan has a unique timbre, and you will never forget it after hearing it once. Yu Qingjia was really startled when she heard Murong Yan's voice, she thought that things had piled up all night, it was the extreme that Murong Yan had time to come back last night, and he would never have any leisure during the day. Unexpectedly, after a while, he came back again.
Bai Zhi subconsciously followed the voice and turned her head. In the morning light, Murong Yan's face was cold, his figure was slumped, and he followed like a cloud. The moment he raised his eyes was shocking. Bai Zhi was stunned, the person beside her stabbed her hard, Bai Zhi finally came back to her senses, and knelt down with everyone: "See Your Highness."
Murong Yan had already changed into a black brocade dress, and as he walked up and down, the maids on both sides did not dare to move their heads, only seeing the corners of the black clothes dangling in front of his eyes. Murong Yan ignored the others, went straight to Yu Qingjia's side, and helped her up: "Why do you pay attention to these things?"
Murong Yan held Yu Qingjia's arm with both hands, Yu Qingjia followed his strength and stood up, saying: "Rites cannot be broken."
Murong Yan laughed: "I did all this so that you don't need to care about any etiquette. If my identity restricts you instead, what's the point?"
Bai Rong was still in the room, Yu Qingjia used the cover of her sleeves to pinch Murong Yan's palm: "What are you talking about?"
Murong Yan was given high hopes by the prince's old department, but now he said that the army was only for a woman, wouldn't it be chilling for the courtiers to hear it? Yu Qingjia's little strength was completely harmless to Murong Yan, and he was still indifferent: "What's wrong, just tell the truth."
Murong Yan really thinks this way in his heart, of course he loves power, but if you expect him to be diligent, thrifty and self-cultivating, to restrain himself and alienate his lover for the sake of the country's righteousness, then he is looking for the wrong person. Murong Yan is willful and crazy, and will never wrong herself.
Yu Qingjia glared at him angrily, and then went with Murong Yan to offer tea to Prince Chengde and Princess Concubine. Yu Qingjia was already ready to serve tea to her in-laws alone. The prince and princess have passed away for five years, all she needs to respect is the tablet, there is really nothing to worry about. Even so, Murong Yan sneaked back from his busy schedule and went to serve tea with her, which was different after all.
After returning from the ancestral hall, Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan sat side by side on the couch. Naturally, it was a little small for two people, and it was not in a good shape. Yu Qingjia originally planned to sit on the opposite side, but when she got up several times, Murong Yan held her tightly. Yu Qingjia had no choice but to break the pot and lean on Murong Yan's shoulder to talk.
Since the Han Dynasty, the mainstream has been admiring the respect of husband and wife. The husband and wife act appropriately and respect each other. The meaning of "wives are equal" means family marriage, family inheritance, performing sacrifices, and filial piety to parents-in-law. Men should respect their wives, be intimate and have their own concubines. According to the mainstream etiquette, husband and wife should be more polite and courteous in public, like Murong Yan, holding Yu Qingjia's hand directly on the wedding day, and holding Yu Qingjia's waist in front of many servants, is already a proper color It's so stupid, like a prodigal son. If the pedants of the Ministry of Rituals heard what Murong Yan said just now, I am afraid that the old gentlemen would faint from shock if they could not catch their breath.
Bai Zhi asked through the plain wooden partition: "Your Highness, Princess, do you want some tea?"
Yu Qingjia responded, "Bring it up."
Bai Zhi put the teacup on the table, Murong Yan glanced down and raised her eyebrows: "This kind of thing is salty and astringent, and it was even held up to the sky by the scholars of the Southern Dynasty. I don't drink it, I will exchange it for buttermilk."
Yu Qingjia advised him: "You didn't sleep last night, and you went out again before dawn today, drink some hot water to drive away the cold."
"I don't need it." Murong Yan dismissed it, and Yu Qingjia had nothing to do with him, so she could only say to Bai Zhi, "Go change the buttermilk."
"Yes, Wangfei." Bai Zhi couldn't change her words yesterday, and in the morning she called half "Wangfei" and half "Lady", but she didn't expect that in front of Murong Yan, each mouthful of Wangfei was very smooth.
Bai Zhi backed away softly, retreated behind the partition, Bai Zhi couldn't help raising her head, and glanced at Murong Yan again through the vases and jade pieces. For some reason, Bai Zhi always has an indescribable sense of familiarity with Murong Yan.
King Langya's appearance is naturally the first class and the best, let alone a man, even if he is placed among women, his facial features are also outstanding. Bai Zhi somehow felt familiar, but it was strange that she had only seen King Langya a few times.
It seems that a long time ago, there was also a person who was famous for his beauty. Bai Zhi felt strange, but she didn't connect the two. After all, without prior knowledge, who would cross genders and speculate about people?
Besides, Bai Zhi was not familiar with Murong Yan at first. When Murong Yan was still Jing Huan, he had an independent courtyard in Guangling. After being forced to move, Bai Zhi Bai Ji stayed behind with Yu Wenjun, and only Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan escaped. out. It had been five months since Yu Wenjun recovered from his injuries and returned to the Yu family. After the new year, Yu Wenjun and Yu Laojun soon fell out because of Liu Liusu's matter, so Yu Wenjun made up his mind to move out of Yu's house. They moved to a place called Friends' House, which is actually Murong Yan's property, and Bai Zhibaiji will never see Murong Yan.
Therefore, the ones who really got acquainted with Jing Huan and Yu Qingjia were Yin Zhu and Yin Ping, their maids when they first arrived at Yu's house. The silver bottle is attached to wealth and honor, and was sold by Yu Qingya very early on. The remaining silver beads are a fool. She thinks His Royal Highness Prince Langya is good-looking, and so is the former Master Jing Huan. Sure enough, everyone who is close to Miss Six is good-looking. . Any more, and it's gone.
Of the four maids that Yu Qingjia brought to the palace, Baizhi Baiji was not familiar with, Yinzhu was not good at thinking, and the rest of Bai Rong was a black card, how could Murong Yan's identity be revealed?
The little emperor's grandson who lived among the people came back after five years of hibernation, killing his uncle and aunt, destroying treacherous ministers, and avenging his father. Everyone in the capital is afraid of Murong Yan, but they are also curious, the emperor's killing order is not a joke, how did Murong Yan escape the imperial court's net in the past five years?
Unfortunately, this answer is bound to become an eternal mystery.
The servants of the palace were very nimble, and soon, the maidservant replaced the buttermilk freshly brewed this morning, and then the master didn't need to ask. Seeing His Royal Highness Langya's face, the maidservants withdrew with great discernment.
Yu Qingjia froze for a moment, then remembered that when Murong Yan first entered the door, they were talking about King Yingchuan. Yu Qingjia didn't know whether to lament Murong Yan's good memory or his short-sightedness. After so long, Murong Yan still remembered it.
Yu Qingjia said: "I heard that the envoy of King Yingchuan was under siege last night. I was a little curious, so I just talked to Bai Zhi casually. By the way, why are you back?"
Murong Yan looked at her and raised his eyebrows: "I'm coming back to see my concubine, is there any reason for that?"
"That's not what I mean." Yu Qingjia sighed, "I don't know much about government affairs, but I also know that the time when the accident just happened is the most critical. Now it's the cusp. You suppressed King Yingchuan. Others don't speak, but they may not be convinced. You, there are so many important things to deal with outside, you already...have been delayed for a long time last night, and I can save myself by going to serve tea alone, why do you bother to go again?"
"How can it be the same." Murong Yan said in a calm tone, "Sooner or later, the matter of rebellion will be resolved, but we only have one wedding night in the bridal chamber. I can probably guess how those old men will talk, since they all see the same people and deal with the same things , then why don’t I do something that makes me happy first, the end result is the same anyway.”
Yu Qingjia was silent. She felt that Murong Yan's words were logically weird, but they were self-contained, so Yu Qingjia couldn't refute. She and Murong Yan looked at each other, and she was defeated very quickly. She sighed and said: "Forget it, your fallacies are always the same, I can't say no to you. But you have to promise me that you won't let yourself get hurt. You promise Pass me."
"Okay." Murong Yan hooked Yu Qingjia's chin with his right hand, like teasing a cat. Yu Qingjia asked again: "The imperial family is different from ordinary families. They serve their parents-in-law the next day and have to go to the palace to thank the emperor. Can I go to the palace to thank the emperor?"
Murong Yan looked at her leisurely: "Who are you going to visit in the palace?"
Yu Qingjia thought about it and found that it was true. The empress is dead, although the emperor is still there, but judging by Murong Yan's appearance, the emperor has a lot to do with what happened last night, it's hard to say whether the disease can be cured. Murong Yan's biological parents both passed away five years ago, and the princes of other clans felt scared when they saw Murong Yan, so how dare they ask Yu Qingjia to salute. Counting around like this, there is no one in the capital who can afford Yu Qingjia's salute, or who dares to take Yu Qingjia's bow.
Thinking of this, Yu Qingjia was surprised and surprised. Murong Yan originally had a sense of ridicule, but seeing Yu Qingjia's bright and seductive makeup and grand and gorgeous clothes, his eyes gradually darkened. He looked up and glanced outside, Yu Qingjia was surprised, and asked: "Is there anyone waiting for you outside, what do you see outside?"
Murong Yan didn't speak, and sighed inexplicably: "Why did you choose this day?"
"Huh?" Yu Qingjia didn't understand at first, Murong Yan's hand became more and more dishonest, slowly rubbing on the side of the waist, revealing the meaning of downward. Yu Qingjia reacted suddenly, her cheeks flushed, and she firmly grasped Murong Yan's hand, her whole body was like a cat whose hair has exploded: "What are you doing!"
Murong Yan took a deep look at Yu Qingjia, and Yu Qingjia realized that she had been molested again. She was very embarrassed, her eyes wandered, and she was too embarrassed to look at Murong Yan. But Murong Yan never knew what it means to give up when you see it. Yu Qingjia couldn't bear the disturbance, and changed from one hand to two, and finally put in all her strength to hold Murong Yan's arm firmly: "You Still coming, stop!"
"In the past, my father, brother, uncle and other elders warned me to quit drinking and sex. The Murong family is easy to lose control, especially me. I didn't think it was a big deal. The loss of control was just an excuse for them not to control. I still remember when I was seven years old, The scene when I caught the first prey in my life in the hunting ground. I hunted many more prey later, but the impact was never comparable to that year. Only then did I know how much blood stimulated me.”
"Later, I dismissed the so-called fun items of noble children. There is nothing in the world that can surpass the pleasure of that moment. Horse fighting, prostitution, drinking, lust, anything."
"But yesterday, I found out that I was wrong." Yu Qingjia's face was already blushing, and Murong Yan spoke in her ear, and the airflow hit her earlobe, which was numb and itchy, "Your addiction is more stimulating than blood." gone."
Yu Qingjia looked up and found that Murong Yan's eyes were frighteningly bright, and there was even a faint blue light in his pupils. Yu Qingjia was no stranger to this state. Murong Yan once saw the blood out of control, and it was like this.
Yu Qingjia was like a rabbit being hugged by a tiger and smoothing its fur, feeling aggrieved and frightened, her eyes widened, and she said, "You can't do this."
Murong Yan laughed, such resistance is pitiful, like a rabbit trying to reason with tigers and wolves. Murong Yan hugged Yu Qingjia tightly, and rubbed her chin with his fingers, touching her back and forth for a long time, as if he was thinking about a very embarrassing thing. After a while, Murong Yan squinted his eyes, with a fierce look: "Murong Xu is looking for death. I plan to let them go. Their family insists on provoking me. I don't know what to do."
Yu Qingjia could probably guess that Murong Yan really wanted to continue what happened last night, but because of the mess Murong Xu and the emperor made, he couldn't start it. Yu Qingjia silently lit a root of wax for King Yingchuan, but he refused to speak.
Although she sympathizes with King Yingchuan a little, but considering her own health, Yu Qingjia thinks it is better to let Murong Yan get caught by King Yingchuan.
After a while, Yu Qingjia said: "The tea is ready, you can go about your own business with peace of mind."
Yu Qingjia's voice became lower and lower, but Murong Yan finally got up reluctantly, with a frightening expression on his face. His footsteps were windy, and he walked for a while with a cold face. Yu Qingjia had just breathed a sigh of relief when Murong Yan suddenly turned back, lifted her chin and kissed her deeply.
After Yu Qingjia was almost out of breath, Murong Yan barely poured water on the fire, and let go of her with deep eyes: "You stay at ease and wait for me to come back."
Yu Qingjia blushed and was almost speechless. After Murong Yan left, the maids walked in with their heads down, smiling: "Princess, do you want to reapply?"
Yu Qingjia's face was on fire, and she gave them a hard look: "No, all go out."