Murong Yan is inside?
Yu Qingjia is still relatively calm, she and Murong Yan have completely opposite attitudes on the matter of relationship, this matter will have to be faced sooner or later, it's better if it comes sooner.
Yu Qingjia said to Bai Rong Bai Zhi: "I'm fine here, you all go out."
Bai Rong glanced inside, then backed away silently, Bai Zhi secretly shook Yu Qingjia's hand, and also went out lightly.
In an instant, the house was full of serving servants and servants, and the candles on the lamp stand were quietly burning, covering the interior furnishings with a layer of soft glazed light. Yu Qingjia regained her composure, opened the curtain and walked inside.
Murong Yan was standing in front of the bookshelf and flipping through the scrolls. Yu Qingjia couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed when she thought that there were her own annotations on it, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness."
The two spoke for the first time in a few days, and it turned out to be such an unfamiliar name. Murong Yan felt violent in his heart, but he didn't show any expression on his face, he just put down the book and said flatly: "I'm going to war."
Yu Qingjia was really taken aback, and subconsciously blurted out: "But your injury..."
Hearing that Yu Qingjia was concerned about his injury, Murong Yan felt better. For the first time in his life, Murong Yan had the idea that he should suffer more injuries in the future.
Murong Yan said: "It's okay, no one will die anyway."
Yu Qingjia frowned slightly, she clearly knew that Murong Yan was trying to be pitiful on purpose, but who let her be really caught? After all, Yu Qingjia was not willing to let him get hurt, and sighed: "Didn't I ask Bai Rong to send you the wound medicine? Why are you still not recovering?"
If Bai Rong were here, she would definitely shed tears of sadness. She took Yu Qingjia's order and delivered medicine to Murong Yan every day, but Murong Yan became more and more unhappy when she saw that the person who came was not Yu Qingjia. Bai Rongjia was in a dilemma, not to mention the pain in his heart.
Yu Qingjia twitched her brows, and immediately asked back, "You're useless?"
There was no need to wait for Murong Yan's answer, seeing his expression, Yu Qingjia had already guessed the answer. She was angry and impatient, and couldn't help scolding Murong Yan: "How grown up are you, why are you still acting like a child? You even vented your anger on your own body!"
Murong Yan didn't take it seriously, and said: "No problem." Then he walked around to the other side to get the armor, his armor was forged from fine iron, the scales were dense and strong, impenetrable to swords and guns, correspondingly there was another shortcoming, heavy.
Murong Yan had an uncooperative expression, and when he picked up the armor with one hand, his eyebrows twitched quickly. Although he immediately returned to his cold and indifferent expression, Yu Qingjia still saw him.
Yu Qingjia was worried that he would be pulled to the wound by a heavy object, causing the side wound to dehisce. Murong Yan is going to go to war soon, Yu Qingjia can't rest assured that he will go with injuries. Yu Qingjia asked: "What's wrong? Is the wound torn?"
Murong Yan didn't bother to answer, and was about to go out with his things. His uncooperative appearance made Yu Qingjia even more anxious. She quickly stopped him, trying to take the things from his hands: "Wait, your injury can't be sloppy."
A person like Yu Qingjia, who doesn't work hard and doesn't distinguish between grains and grains, actually stopped Murong Yan when he stopped him. Yu Qingjia snatched Murong Yan's armor with his hands, and was almost dodged when he only held part of it. Murong Yan's eyes quickly pulled back, after such a toss, Murong Yan's face turned pale again.
Yu Qingjia knew that this time his wound was fine and would be torn apart, so she hurried to touch Murong Yan's waist: "How are you?"
When Yu Qingjia saw the armor, he became angry and said, "You still hold it, throw it on the ground first, and someone will clean it up later." Yu Qingjia went to take out the medicine box, placed the bottles and cans in a row, and pressed them forcibly. Follow Murong Yan to sit on the collapse. Murong Yan didn't say a word, and let Yu Qingjia fiddle with it. Yu Qingjia pulled the medicine bottle away and put it aside, then half-kneeled on the bed, reaching out to pick up Murong Yan's lapel.
Yu Qingjia was still muttering when she got started, why is the vixen so cute today? She has bandaged his wounds many times, and each time he either squeezed him or refused to cooperate, or his hands and feet were dishonest and waited for an opportunity to take advantage. It was really rare in his life that he was slaughtered like this today. Yu Qingjia thought to herself, she had already untied the clothes to the innermost layer with her hands, and she saw blood on the bandage at a glance, all doubts in her heart disappeared, and she even blamed herself for misunderstanding Murong Yan.
"It's bleeding, does the wound hurt?" Yu Qingjia blamed herself and felt distressed at the same time, her eyes flooded with water, she looked at Murong Yan with watery eyes, as if she wanted to touch but dared not.
Murong Yan's five elements are wicked, and it is rare to feel a slight pain in conscience at this moment. It's a pity that this bit of conscience is like a mud cow entering the ocean, and it disappears in an instant. He casually picked up his underwear and said, "It's okay, it's not a big deal."
"How can this not be a big deal?" Yu Qingjia felt distressed and said guiltily, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't snatched your armor, you wouldn't have torn the wound at all. Are you still in pain? I'll call now The doctor is here!"
Go to the imperial physician? That's not okay. Murong Yan held Yu Qingjia with one hand. Yu Qingjia opened his eyes wide and looked at him suspiciously. Murong Yan coughed calmly and said, "This battle is tough, and I am the coach. If news of my injury spreads, I'm afraid it will shake my heart." Military spirit."
It seemed reasonable at first, but Yu Qingjia had experienced it too many times, so she quickly realized: "Of course you have a confidant by your side, wouldn't it be enough to call a trustworthy military doctor?"
The more Yu Qingjia thought about it, the more suspicious he became, and he was about to stay at the bed and call someone. Murong Yan stretched out his hand to pull her, and happened to use the injured arm. When Yu Qingjia jumped down, the momentum was not small, Murong Yan let out a muffled snort, Yu Qingjia was startled, and hurried back to hug Murong Yan's arm: "What's wrong with you?"
Just as Yu Qingjia got closer, Murong Yan suddenly exerted force and pushed her to the ground. This was completely unprepared, Yu Qingjia let out a low cry, and when the back of her head was about to hit a hard object, she was firmly supported by another hand. The two suddenly changed from left to right to up and down. This movement was not small. Many bottles and cans placed on the collapsed side were knocked over, and they rolled to the ground.
The maid outside the door heard the movement and quickly asked, "Princess?"
Murong Yan said coldly: "Go out."
When the maids heard that it was the Regent, they immediately understood. The maid who spoke out first cursed herself for being stupid, then quickly retreated to the yard and closed the door tightly.
Yu Qingjia didn't understand anything now, and said angrily, "You lied to me?"
She gritted her teeth, propped her elbows on the bed, and frantically tried to get up. Yu Qingjia accidentally bumped into Murong Yan's wound during the disturbance, and he let out a muffled grunt. Yu Qingjia obviously felt that he was acting, but still didn't dare to move.
During the struggle, Murong Yan's clothes were completely undone, revealing a thin and firm chest. Murong Yan has a good-looking face and a slender and thin figure, but the muscles on his body are definitely not bad, well-organized, slender and full of explosive power. Of course, Yu Qingjia had seen Murong Yan's whole body, even many times, but now the two of them hadn't been in close contact for almost two months, when she suddenly saw such beautiful scenery, she blushed and looked away in embarrassment.
Yu Qingjia's voice gradually softened: "It's been so long..."
Murong Yan buried his face in her neck, and his breath fluttered on her earlobe from time to time: "For the sake of my not being able to come back, don't ignore me, okay?"
Yu Qingjia's heart shrank tightly: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Northern Zhou has been plotting for a long time, and the old emperor Helan is scheming and scheming, so it should not be underestimated. This battle is different from the time when I fought against King Guangping's idiots. Even if I personally lead the troops to fight, I still have no certainty of victory."
"What are the chances of winning?"
"If the food and grass are in place, there will be no chaos in the rear, and the army will attack with peace of mind, about 50% of the time. If there is some turmoil in the court and I have to guard my back, then 30% is considered high."
Murong Yan said so, which shows how difficult this battle is. Yu Qingjia paused for a while, then slowly reached out and hugged him back: "50% is already very high. When I was waiting for you, I wasn't even sure of 30%."
She paused and said in a low voice, "I'll wait for you to come back."
This is probably the deepest love words between the two of them, far more reassuring than I love you and I will never betray.
wait me back.
Await your return.
Neither of them spoke. Soon, as a matter of course, Yu Qingjia's belt gradually came loose, and there was the sound of panting in the room.
The cold war between the two is declared over. After this night, Yu Qingjia was very sure that Murong Yan, a bastard, he actually pretended to be pitiful and lied to her!
The next day, Yu Qingjia didn't wake up until the sun was high. All the maids were smiling, and their mood was happier than that of Chinese New Year. They came in to wait for Yu Qingjia to dress up. Yinzhu was straightforward, picked up a jade hairpin curiously and asked, "Why did this hairpin break?"
Yu Qingjia pretended not to hear, and Yin Zhu, a brainless person, held up the hairpin with neat ports and asked the others: "Who accidentally knocked the hairpin to the ground, why did you break several hairpins?"
Bai Zhi couldn't bear it anymore, and twisted Yin Zhu from behind: "The water is cold, go out and change the hot water."
Holding the copper basin, Yinzhu muttered as she walked, "The temperature is just right, why is it cold?"
After Yinzhu left, the remaining maids looked at each other and smiled. Yu Qingjia looked at her nose, nose, and heart, as if she hadn't heard anything.
The maids didn't dare to go too far, they all saw through without telling the truth, and silently posted for Yu Qingjia. Bai Rong took a new set of hairpin rings from the jewelry box, and whispered in her heart, the head of the jade hairpin was smashed, how violent it must have been.
In March, the national funeral of Emperor Wuping ended, and Yecheng once again played and sang every night to indulge in pleasure. The rich and powerful in the city are busy enjoying themselves, and the previous dynasty is not easy. The expedition to the Northern Zhou Dynasty is a foregone conclusion, and the six departments are busy preparing for the battle, and they are very busy.
On the sixth day of April, Qin Tianjian sacrificed to heaven and sent a hundred thousand troops from the Northern Qi Dynasty to march.
This battle was not trivial, Geng Di led the left three armies, Xu Ang led the right three armies, Murong Yan personally led the Chinese army with 30,000 soldiers, He Guang accompanied the Chinese army as a staff officer, and Xing Zhang led the rear army to provide food and grass. There are cavalry, infantry, heavy armor, crossbowmen, etc. in each of the three army formations in the front, middle and right, and each has its own emphasis according to the style of the coach. The tense and solemn atmosphere of preparing for the war in the court also infected the nobles in the city who enjoyed themselves to the death. Seeing the hundred thousand gallant cavalry, the others unknowingly became dignified.
On the night before the expedition, Murong Yan hugged Yu Qingjia over and over again, she almost closed her eyes when it was time for Murong Yan to set off. Murong Yan didn't want anyone to wake her up, but Yu Qingjia forced himself to get up, put on the black armor and put on a golden hair crown for him.
Murong Yan was wearing silver armor and silver crown when he raised his troops from Six Towns, he was the only one among the thousands of troops, handsome and handsome, as beautiful as an exiled immortal. Now Murong Yan has gone through two emperors and has become the uncle of the current emperor and the regent who is in charge of the court. The color of his battle armor is black, without any variegation, and the golden crown on the top of his head is luxurious and solemn. The black and gold collide with each other, and the murderous aura rushes towards his face.
Yu Qingjia dressed him up with his own hands, and many maidservants lined up on both sides in awe, holding their breath, no one dared to speak. Yu Qingjia's slender fingers rested on the ice-cold Xuanjia, with an unspeakable desire to cause destruction.
Yu Qingjia fastened the last piece of battle armor, she took a step back, smiled and said to Murong Yan, "It's done."
"I'll wait for your return."
Murong Yan was silent, he must have stared at Yu Qingjia for a long time, then suddenly leaned over and hugged her, so hard that Yu Qingjia was in pain. Fortunately, Murong Yan let go quickly, he said "hello" in a low voice, grabbed the sword at the side, and walked out quickly.
Outside the city, the three armies had been waiting for a long time. Because the emperor was young, the three gongs and three divisions sent the regent uncle to the battle on behalf of the emperor. The grand master personally poured the wine and sent Murong Yan off. Yu Qingjia took the curtain fence and stood on the city gate watching this scene from a distance.
Murong Yan doesn't drink, the lieutenant beside him drank the wine in one gulp and threw a cup as an oath. Immediately, the army behind him uttered the earth-shattering trumpets, and Murong Yan nodded to several senior ministers, then got on his horse, his movements were agile and full of strength, as if the armor was weightless on him at all.
The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty and the 100,000 troops all stood on the ground, raised their heads slightly, and stared at Murong Yan who was sitting on the horse. The war horse had been waiting for a long time, it paved its hooves excitedly, Murong Yan held the rein with one hand, the sun shone on the black armor, casting a dazzling light.
Murong Yan raised his hand, his lips moved slightly: "Let's go."
Yu Qingjia couldn't describe the shock of that moment. Thousands of troops and horses were silent like iron, but because of his words, they stepped on their horses with a rumbling sound like thunder. The infantry raised their weapons and walked in the direction of Bei Zhou in unison.
This is the Prince Regent of the Northern Qi Dynasty, with power in the court and the public, young and vigorous, unparalleled in the world.
The wind was strong at the city gate, and Yu Qingjia stood there for an unknown how long, the knee-length curtain fluttered, revealing a section of the complicated and gorgeous princess dress. Dozens of maids followed behind Yu Qingjia, and Bai Rong whispered, "Princess, it's getting windy."
Yu Qingjia nodded invisibly and said, "Let's go."