Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor

"Let go!"

"Don't let go." Yu Qingjia was also annoyed, she wrapped her arms around the pillar, trapping Murong Yan tightly. With the help of the pillars, let's see how he can get away.

In fact, it's not that Murong Yan can't pull it out, it's just that the position of his arm is a bit awkward. Yu Qingjia couldn't move him by himself, so he hugged the pillar with his whole body, and his hand was also sandwiched between Yu Qingjia and the wooden pillar. As long as Murong Yan exerted a little force, he could feel a soft touch on the outside of his arm , Murong Yan's body froze, and he couldn't move anymore.

The tips of Murong Yan's ears turned red visibly to the naked eye. The girl is still too young to bloom, and her figure is far from graceful, but there are already traces of where it should develop. Murong Yan tried to exert force from a different angle, but Yu Qingjia noticed it with a slight movement of his arm, and then hugged the pillar more tightly, still glaring at him fiercely.

"You..." Murong Yan's body was stiff, from the arm held by Yu Qingjia to the right half of his body, he lost all sensation, as if it was no longer his. He didn't dare to move his arms anymore, but this made a certain part feel particularly strong. The girl's body was incredibly soft, and he could almost feel her heartbeat through the thin clothes.

Murong Yan didn't move, neither didn't move, the tips of his ears turned red: "As a woman, how can you do such a thing?"

"What's wrong with me?" Yu Qingjia was immediately annoyed when she heard this, "You dare to see the outsider secretly, but now you dare to talk about me?"

"How can this be the same." Murong Yan didn't know what to say. He just wanted to end this embarrassing situation as soon as possible. He didn't bother to think of excuses, so he told the truth to Yu Qingjia directly, "I see that the foreigner has something to do. It's important." Tell them what to say."

Yu Qingjia didn't quite believe this, she wondered, "What's the matter with you?"

"Really, if you don't believe me, go ask Yu Wenjun." Murong Yan's arms were trapped on the pillar, but his face was deliberately turned away, and even his eyes were fixed on the distance, "Can you let go now?"

Yu Qingjia was dubious, she let go of her hand tentatively, and just found that Murong Yan was showing signs of moving, she quickly hugged the pillar again.

Murong Yan gritted his teeth: "What do you want to do?"

"I have something to tell you, you are not allowed to go!"

"Okay." Now as long as Yu Qingjia is willing to let go of him, she can say anything. Yu Qingjia looked at him suspiciously: "You promise?"

"Um."

Only then did Yu Qingjia let go slowly, and Murong Yan immediately withdrew his hand quickly after he was able to move freely, and took several steps back again and again. Fortunately, he really kept his promise, although he avoided it far away for fear of avoiding it, he didn't take the opportunity to leave.

Murong Yan was moving his stiff right arm slightly in embarrassment, when he suddenly heard Yu Qingjia ask: "What are you going to do when you come to our house?"

Murong Yan's hand stopped immediately.

"Although you are a concubine, from my observation of your words and deeds, I am afraid that the environment in which you grew up was not bad. You can read and write, you are quick in writing, and you even have a foundation in archery. I am afraid that you are not a master who is willing to be inferior to others. Although I don't know Why do you live here, but people live in the heaven and earth, are born by the heaven and the earth, are raised by their parents, and are blessed by their family and country. It can be said that they have shouldered a lot of kindness from birth. Even for these people, we must be an upright and open person. people."

It's true that Yu Qingjia doesn't like vixen, but when she thinks of what the vixen said in class two days ago, and Murong Yan's cold and determined smile when she came out of the main room that day, she still feels that she has something to say to him. At that time, he must have thought that Yu Qingjia would inform her.

The grievances between the two of them are private matters. It is a fact that Murong Yan is arrogant and domineering, and he has a prejudice against outsiders, but the conversation about the abolished prince in class that day was a private conversation. Yu Qingjia would reveal the truth to his father, but he would not be a whistleblower. thing. Although Yu Qingjia was young and suffered a lot of persecution in the ancestral home, she was still the only daughter raised by her parents who cherished and loved her. Her mother taught her to be upright and kind since she was a child, and her father was also a respected celebrity and hermit. However, Yu Qingjia, who grew up in such a family, couldn't understand Murongyan's pessimistic assessment of people's hearts, nor could he understand where his strong sense of distrust came from. But if possible, Yu Qingjia still wanted to persuade him.

It's a pity that Yu Qingjia's painstaking efforts fed all the dogs. When he heard the second sentence, Murong Yan moved his wrists as usual again. He thought Yu Qingjia had discovered something, but he still overestimated her. Yu Qingjia actually talked to him about the three cardinal principles and five constant principles, and that human nature is inherently good, which is simply ridiculous.

Seeing this person's nonchalant attitude, Yu Qingjia sighed, but was not surprised. Since the friendship is shallow, then Yu Qingjia didn't go any further. She tidied up her sleeves and said coldly: "No matter what is the reason for your exile, but since you were brought back to the mansion by your father, then you are a member of our Yu family. Every move is related to my relatives. If you do something that insults the Yu family, I will never forgive you lightly. "

People from their Yu family? Murong Yan looked at the clusters of roses outside the corridor, and said with a half-smiley tone, "How dare you say that."

The dog biting Lu Dongbin didn't know good people, Yu Qingjia was very angry, she threw off her sleeves vigorously, turned back and walked away. After people walked out of the corridor, Murong Yan stretched out his hand and cut off a rose that was blooming enthusiastically outside the corridor. With a slight movement of his fingers, the rose flower fell into the soil, and the delicate petals were immediately stained with mud. The contrast between the red flower and the black mud is strong, as if it is burning with the last strength of its life, and it is no longer full of vitality.

Sure enough, it was still so pleasing to the eye. Integrity, kindness, pity for the poor and the weak? Murong Yan smiled softly, only those sons of aristocratic families who grew up in a greenhouse and will live under the blessing of their families all their lives in the future need these feelings. He is a fugitive who can't even reveal his gender, what he needs to master is only force.

Grandfather became emperor from Da Sima because of military power, and it was also because of power that no one in the world dared to disobey his will. How brutal and brutal, how absurd and indulgent, he has done all the evil deeds an emperor can commit, but he has power in his hands, so the courtiers are angry and dissatisfied, and dare not speak out in person.

Grab what you want, and destroy it if you can't get it, lest others get it. This is the principle that Murong Yan has followed since childhood.

In the front hall, Yu Wenjun was also talking with the master who taught Murong Yan and Yu Qingjia's classics and history. Seeing Yu Wenjun sighing long and short, Mr. Wen wondered, "Brother Yu, why are you sighing?"

Mentioning this matter, Yu Wenjun himself felt embarrassed: "I'm ashamed to say, it's about the little girl and the son."

Hearing that person's name, Master Wen immediately straightened up and sat upright: "How do you say that?"

"It's not that there is something wrong with the son, but my youngest daughter." Seeing that Master Wen had misunderstood, Yu Wenjun quickly explained, "The youngest daughter is the only blood of my late wife and I. She was held up like jewels since childhood, so it is inevitable that she will be lively and lively. Delicate. These days, the affairs of the mansion have been biased towards the young master, and you know the obvious identity of the young master, so my daughter has been arguing with me for many days because of this."

It turned out to be such a thing, Master Wen was stunned, clapped his palms and laughed: "No wonder I have seen Qianjin and Young Master study together in the same room these days, but they don't say a word to each other, so that's how it is!"

Such a cute little daughter's mood seemed novel and funny to Mr. Wen, but when it fell to Yu Wenjun, he could only laugh wryly.

It is rare for Mrs. Wen to smile so heartily. After laughing, he restrained his expression, and his tone suddenly became solemn: "My son was born in a noble family, but he experienced great changes when he was young. Although the past two years have been calm as before, there is no sign of collapse However, he is only fifteen years old. How can such a disposition be possessed by young people? Even experienced people like me may not be able to maintain a normal mind when encountering such family changes. However, the young master has always He Guang and I have been worried about this for a long time. We had no choice but to transfer this time. We were worried that the son would not accept the status of a woman, but now it seems that this step is the right one. Not to mention anything else, just because the son is now There are many young people who are angry, and it is worthwhile for us to take this risky move."

There was a fire in the backyard, and Yu Wenjun, who made the entire prefect's mansion go crazy, smiled reluctantly: "That's right, you're quite right."

The two of them talked around Murong Yan for a while, and they inevitably returned to the current situation: "The king of Changshan extorted violently, and acted against the law. The majestic emperor is able to go out to loot and loot in the street. If the people show a little bit of dissatisfaction , he will order someone to hack him to death. How can such a foolish lord rule the world? However, the time when he will leave the palace is uncertain, and it is entirely dependent on his will. Even if the people want to hide, they don't know where to hide. Now Everyone in Yecheng is in danger, and all industries are in decline, which is really a disaster for the people and a misfortune for the country!"

Speaking of the current emperor, both Yu Wenjun and Master Wen sighed. Yu Wenjun sighed: "The prince was benevolent when he was alive, and the whole country put their hopes on him. Who would have known that the East Palace would be killed because of a villain's informant? Fortunately, the prince still left blood. Although no one dares to say it now, the whole country is still alive. Up and down, everyone is waiting for the young master."

That's right, with Chang Shan Wang's tyrannical, absurd, and pampering posture, it was only a matter of time before he raised troops to fight. What they have to do now is to protect Murong Yan from growing up safely, and wait for a suitable time.

"Young master is fifteen now, and his stature has not yet opened up. He can still pretend to be a woman, but after he grows up, at most two years, I'm afraid he won't be able to." Master Wen and Yu Wenjun looked at each other, and they both looked at each other. Here comes the worry. Although Murong Yan hated others to say that, but he was really beautiful, and now that he is still young, with a slender frame and indistinguishable male and female, he can still be called a woman by force. Ordinary people who would doubt the gender of others, everyone has preconceived ideas, only think that this "woman" looks heroic. But when Murong Yan continued to develop, his bones spread out, and he became taller, then he could not be fooled by only his height.

This is a very serious problem. Timing is the most important thing for a coup d'état. In just two years, can they accumulate enough troops and find an opportunity for Changshan King to arouse public anger and popular expectations?

Yu Wenjun and Master Wen were relatively silent. After a while, Yu Wenjun said: "We still have at least two years of preparation time, let's take a step at a time. Now, the most important thing is to teach the young master poetry, etiquette, and governance."

Master Wen's thoughts suddenly brightened, and he breathed a long sigh of relief: "Brother Yu's words are very true, I am worrying unnecessarily."

Yu Wenjun and the civil and military masters carefully protected the news of Murong Yan, and the time when Murong Yan and Yu Qingjia were flying as classmates passed away with the sound of dripping. The weather was getting hotter and then gradually getting cooler. When the wind of early autumn blew, a red letter was suddenly received in the prefect's mansion.

"Yu Wenjun, the prefect of Guangling County in Qingzhou, is kind and gentle. Since he took office, he has been diligent in governing and loving the people, and has educated the people. He has heard about it... Now he has moved to Sima in Yanzhou, and he will go to the command today."

It turned out to be Yu Wenjun's dispatch order. Yu Wenjun had been in power in Guangling for two years, and suddenly he was about to be transferred to Yanzhou.