Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

Yu Qingjia was taken aback, and looked back at him in astonishment: "Why not?"

Murong Yan's face was tense, but the tips of her ears slowly turned red: "You, you are a girl... Forget it, you are not allowed to wash anyway."

Yu Qingjia had had enough: "You said no to me changing your dressing for you, and now you said no to taking a bath. Neither this nor that. What are you going to do?"

Murong Yan was unable to speak for a long time, he only wanted one room to cover up his identity as a woman, it was too weird for two women to go on the road with two rooms, he could not stand the attention now. But if he had known this would happen, he should have risked two.

Yu Qingjia's eyes were extremely round, but the ends of her eyes were slightly hooked up. When she was angry, she didn't feel fierce, but instead had a delicate and charming feeling of beauty. At this time, the room is filled with heat, and the bathtub not far away is emitting water vapor continuously, and the water mist is dense. Everyone knows what will be done here in the near future.

Murong Yan couldn't stay any longer, and said "I have something to do when I'm going out", and quickly walked away from Yu Qingjia's shoulder.

The door was slammed open and closed, Yu Qingjia stared at the still shaking window paper, and muttered to herself: "Why is she so weird?"

Although Murong Yan said that there is something to do, but what can he do when he comes out. The store hasn't bought the curtains yet, Murong Yan can't go far, he can only lean behind the corner pillar of the house, staring at the door erratically.

In fact, with Murong Yan's skills, he could completely avoid sight and go to the backyard to exercise his body, but he looked at the door with only a thin layer of latch, and he still didn't go far in the end. When Yu Qingjia appeared, it caused a commotion. Many people knew which room they lived in. Even if the door was closed, it was hard to guarantee that some people would not have evil thoughts. In the eyes of caring people, what is that thin door bolt?

Murong Yan was still worried after all, just like he left the cave today, if he really wanted to leave Yu Qingjia behind, how could she catch up. Murong Yan didn't want to guard the door, this kind of behavior was too stupid, it seemed that he cared about Yu Qingjia very much, so Murong Yan found an unobtrusive corner, and glanced at the door from afar.

Murong Yan always felt that he could faintly hear the sound of water, he moved back three times, and the sound of water splashing in the room seemed to still be lingering in his ears. Murong Yan tilted his head and coughed lightly, the tips of his ears turned red unknowingly. It's just a shower, isn't Yu Qingjia too slow?

He waited for a long time irritatedly, and obviously heard the sound of packing things inside. Murong Yan moved back slowly, put his hand on the door and gently pushed it open.

Murong Yan was taken aback for a moment, then he didn't know what to say: "Why is the door open?"

Yu Qingjia turned her head when she heard the sound. She was only wearing a middle coat, her whole body was covered with mist, her hair was lying docilely behind her, her cheeks were moist, her eyes were black and bright, and she was as light and clear as she just got out of the bath. Murong Yan didn't expect to see such a scene when he opened the door. His fingers were stiff and his pupils dilated unconsciously. After a while, he quickly looked away and slammed the door shut with one hand.

"I was worried that you had been waiting outside for a long time, so I opened the latch after I finished washing. You have been out for a long time, where have you been during this time?"

Murong Yan stood stiffly in front of the door, his back was almost pressed against the door and window. He tilted his head to look at the other side, his eyes fixed on the ground, and he made up a random excuse: "Go out and check the terrain."

Yu Qing Jiaxin thought "Oh", although the vixen is not a very good person, he still feels very safe as a companion. Yu Qingjia put away all the bathing things, and asked casually: "Fox, do you want to take a bath? I asked the store to boil two parts of water before."

The hairs on Murong Yan's body were about to explode: "No."

"Then do you want to change your medicine? I can..."

"Need not."

Yu Qingjia was rejected one after another, she sighed, lowered her voice and asked: "Then can you help me brush my hair? In the past, Baizhi helped me twist my hair, but now she's not here, I can't reach it..."

Murong Yan finally turned his head around, his eyes were stunned: "You still need someone to help you wipe your hair?"

"My hair is too long, I can't reach it by myself. If I don't let Baizhi dry out and let me sleep, it will give me a headache..."

How could King Langya, the emperor's grandson who was crowned king at the age of ten and was crowned king at the age of ten, help the girl to wipe her hair? He refused without even thinking about it: "It doesn't matter, your headache is none of my business."

Yu Qingjia pursed her lips, gave Murong Yan a slight look, then sat on the couch by herself, and strenuously raised her hands to twist her hair. Yu Qingjia turned her body away to make it difficult to see, and knocked the tooth comb mirror and other objects to the ground frequently. Murong Yan was harassed by the clanging sound for a long time, and couldn't take it anymore. She picked up a piece of pure white dry cloth next to her, Throwing it on Yu Qingjia's head angrily: "Forget about being stupid."

Yu Qingjia was suddenly covered, and immediately thumped to tear off the cotton cloth from his head. She was struggling, and suddenly felt a person sitting behind her, and then her hair was held by another force: "Don't move."

Yu Qingjia calmed down slowly, and gave a soft "hmm". The girl who had just come out of the bath was wearing a large jacket. When she sat down, the folds of the clothes were fluffy, her shoulders were slender, and her slender, fair neck was covered with a jade-like soft light from the candlelight. There was another person sitting kneeling behind her. The young man had exquisite eyebrows and impatience in his eyes, but his hands were twisting her hair inch by inch.

"Why…"

"do not move."

"You pulled my hair!"

...flying around for a while, and when the two of them finally packed up and the store carried out the bathtub and other things, it was already time for the curfew to go to bed.

So Murong Yan discovered an even more embarrassing thing, how are they going to sleep? There was only one bed in the room, and the bed was big enough, but he couldn't sleep with Yu Qingjia, could he?

But Yu Qingjia didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it. Her long hair was scattered behind her back, she climbed up on the couch and spread the quilts for the two of them, then casually combed her hair, turned her head and smiled brightly at Murong Yan : "Okay."

Murong Yan stood outside the bed tent, unable to move for a long time. After a while, he said in a stiff tone, "Go inside."

Yu Qingjia couldn't sleep when she was a child, and often slept with her mother or Bai Zhi, and she had no objection to sleeping in it. Yu Shi and Bai Zhi were afraid that she would catch a cold, so they always let her sleep in the bed. Yu Qingjia rolled to the innermost side with a grunt, and she had already lifted the quilt and got in first.

Yu Qingjia lay flat and looked at the completely unfamiliar roof above, sighing: "I can finally sleep peacefully. I haven't slept with other people for a long time. Now I feel like I went to find my mother when I was a child. Auntie wants to tell me a story."

Murong Yan didn't want to be compared to her mother, so she said coldly, "Shut up."

"Oh." Yu Qingjia shut up resentfully. Soon, the lights were blown out and the room was plunged into darkness. After a while, Yu Qingjia felt the bed on the other side sink slightly.

The vixen really doesn't like to have physical contact with other people. I'm afraid one more person lying between them is enough. Yu Qingjia is really worried that the vixen will fall in the middle of the night. Yu Qingjia closed her eyes, wondering if it was because she just mentioned her mother just now, the more she tried to fall asleep, the more she couldn't sleep. Many fragments flashed through her mind in a messy manner. There was a mother hugging her and sighing, there was a mother lying in bed due to a serious illness, and the shock of life and death in the past few days.

Yu Qingjia didn't know how long she had been thinking wildly. She thought of her hometown in Yanzhou and the inexplicable and vicious assassin on the road, and her heart became heavier and heavier. She now has a safe place to stay, but what about her father? Where are father and Bai Zhi tonight? Are they injured?

Yu Qingjia stretched out a hand from under the quilt, and quietly reached across the river-like dividing line between Chu and Han on the bed. She originally wanted to gently pull Murong Yan's sleeve, but she couldn't find Murong Yan's quilt corner after groping for a long time. She could only extend her arms and stretch out again. Just as she raised her hand, her slender wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"what you do?"

But Yu Qingjia completely misunderstood Murong Yan's warning, she stood up in surprise, and said to Murong Yan: "Fox, can't you sleep too?"

Murong Yan held Yu Qingjia's wrist, not knowing what to do for a while. Why can't this idiot understand human language? Did he reveal that he wanted to talk to her at night?

"Fox, what do you think father is doing now?"

Murong Yan looked for an opportunity to let go of Yu Qingjia's hand, and said casually, "They will be fine."

Yu Qingjia was so angry that she withdrew her hand, and sat up from the bed hugging the quilt: "Why are you so cold! Father treats you so well, so you repay him like this?"

Murong Yan took advantage of the situation to loosen the strength in his hand, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. As for Yu Qingjia's words, he didn't care, as long as the spies couldn't find him in the Yu family's team, Yu Wenjun was an official of the imperial court, and he was a well-known celebrity hermit, so the spies didn't dare to treat Yu Wenjun seriously. In fact, Yu Qingjia is the most dangerous right now, the poor fool still doesn't know anything about it.

Yu Qingjia really felt that his father was blind, and actually fell in love with such a vicious and ruthless vixen. The father despised her daughter for the sake of the vixen, but the vixen was not moved at all. Now that even her father is in danger, the vixen can lightly lift her over. Yu Qingjia wasn't worth replacing her father, and she wasn't worth replacing herself. Did she actually lose to such a concubine who was so rich and jaded?

But then Yu Qingjia thought that the vixen has a good literary talent, is proficient in riding and shooting, and is also very talented in rhythm. She and the vixen are in class together, and none of them can beat the vixen. Yu Qingjia felt unspeakably sad. Not only was she going to be counterattacked by her reborn cousin and the system, but now even a vixen was going to surpass her?

Yu Qingjia hugged her knees and sighed for a while, then suddenly felt a strong desire to confide. For the first time, she wanted to know the story of the vixen. At the beginning, she was hostile to this outsider, but after a long time, even she could see that the vixen's original background was very unusual. Such a person who is proficient in calligraphy, scripture collection, martial arts, riding and archery, astronomy and even temperament, why has he fallen to the present state?

Yu Qingjia asked: "Fox spirit, why did your family come down?"

"Our family is not in ruins."

Yu Qingjia said "Oh" knowingly, she thought of many cases where the uncle and sister-in-law were in charge of the family and could not tolerate the sister-in-law in front, and then felt a deep pity for the fox spirit. Because of pity, she even lowered her voice: "Then what was your original family like?"

Murong Yan was so disturbed by Yu Qingjia that he couldn't sleep, so he thought for a while, and made up a casual way: "My Gaozu's generation was an official in the court, and the official position can be regarded as a name, but when it comes to my grandfather, he was an official in the early stage, and there is no official position later. Continue. When my father and brother come here, our family rarely holds real jobs."

Yu Qingjia has already sketched out a general story. Nowadays, political changes are frequent, and people are often demoted or even dismissed because of offending the powerful. It turns out that the ancestor of the fox spirit was also a family of officials and eunuchs, but in the later period, the family declined, and no one was an official in the court.

Yu Qingjia comforted him: "Don't worry, although the imperial court is nepotism now, as long as there are talented people in your family, you can always recover."

Murong Yan chuckled lightly, really cutely stupid. In fact, Murong Yan didn't lie to her, his Gaozu's generation was indeed an official in the court, and his official position was indeed worthy of a name, it was just a prime minister. His grandfather was Da Sima in the early stage, but he didn't become an official later because he became emperor himself.

I'm afraid only Yu Qingjia would come over to comfort him foolishly.

Yu Qingjia didn't know that the people around her were holding back their laughter, and they couldn't see in the dark, which always made people feel the urge to tell their secrets. Yu Qingjia sat hugging her knees for a while, and suddenly asked, "Do you know Murong Yan, King of Langya?"