MTL - Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor-Chapter 60 Arrogant

Yu Wenjun didn't expect that he would be so valued at Murong Yan's place, and he suddenly felt a sense of mission. Yu Wenjun continued to ask: "The incident happened suddenly that day, and the two maidservants of Bai Zhi Bai Ji were outside the carriage, unable to serve by your side. You have been used to serving them since you were a child, but are you not used to them not being around during this time?" ·

Li's eyebrows moved unconsciously, and even Old Master Yu looked at Yu Qingjia. Facing so many gazes, Yu Qingjia lowered her eyelashes and said, "Everything is fine, father is worrying too much."

Seeing that Yu Qingjia didn't mention the sickness to Yu Wenjun, Old Master Yu and Yu Qingya breathed a sigh of relief. Old Master Yu was dissatisfied that Yu Wenjun had been talking to Yu Qingjia since he came in. She emphasized her tone and interrupted the conversation between the two of them: "Da Lang just came back, and he was exhausted all the way. I'm afraid he didn't have a good rest. If you have anything to say, wait until later." talk later."

Yu Wenjun frowned when he heard this, no matter how tired he was, he didn't even have the energy to speak? However, in front of such a person, it was difficult for Yu Wenjun to ask many questions in detail. He planned to wait until he returned to the hospital later, and he would ask Yu Qingjia about the details of the road. Yu Wenjun nodded to Yu Qingjia, and said, "As a father, I have to visit all the elders in a while, so go back to the room and wait."

Yu Qingjia obediently agreed and resigned from Old Master Yu. Yu Wenjun had been away for three years, and now he returned to Yu's house for the first time, so he had to go to burn incense in front of the coffins of the two brothers, Yu Yan. In this way, I am afraid that the delay will not be short.

Yu Qingjia returned to her room, fidgeting for a long time, and couldn't help but look out. After Yinzhu saw it, she said: "Miss, don't look at it, if the master comes back, there must be something going on outside."

Bai Rong knelt down on the side and changed Yu Qingjia a new cup of tea. She also said: "Miss, don't be impatient, it's only a stick of incense, and the master will not go to the ancestral hall so quickly. If you are impatient, How about playing the piano to relieve boredom?"

Yu Qingjia shook her head: "I'm so restless now, how can I play the piano." While speaking, Yu Qingjia couldn't help but glanced outside, but there was no movement outside the door, she was a little disappointed, and said, "Forget it, I'll write quietly Bar."

Bai Rong took out the pen and ink, and Yu Qingjia wrote two lines, but still couldn't put it into it. She fiddled with the chess pieces next to her, and asked, "Where's Hu... Jing Huan?"

"I'm reading a book in the back."

Yu Qingjia didn't know when she was no longer used to being alone. It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Mrs. Yu passed away early, and she was the only child in the second room. Yu Qingjia was alone no matter what she did since she was a child. She was already used to this kind of loneliness, but since Yu Wenjun brought Murong Yan back in April this year, another person of the same age suddenly appeared in the empty yard. When Yu Qingjia was in Guangling County, she was forced to attend classes with Murong Yan. Later, when the mountain road was attacked, it was the two of them who left the main force and traveled alone. When they returned to Yanzhou, Yu Qingjia was helpless. Full of precautions, she subconsciously relied on Murong Yan, the only person she knew well. In this way, from April to now, Yu Qingjia spent most of the time with Murong Yan. Getting used to being accompanied, Yu Qingjia couldn't get used to letting her go back to the lonely state she used to be.

Yu Qingjia stood up naturally, quickly put the chess pieces into the chess box, and said lightly, "Since he is here, let me go and play chess with him."

Bai Rong was surprised when she heard this sentence, she said tactfully: "Lady, Master Jing Huan is reading a book, it seems inappropriate to interrupt rashly."

"There's something wrong." Yu Qingjia didn't care, and said, "Hold the chessboard, let's go."

Bai Rong really wanted to remind Yu Qingjia that the young master was alienated and indifferent, and he was neither cold nor cold to his grandfather Emperor Mingwu who was dying, so there was nothing to talk about with others. There was once a woman who wanted to talk to Murong Yan, but he didn't even look at her and just walked past. That was when Murong Yan was free, and now that Murong Yan was busy with business, Yu Qingjia was going to disturb him with something in his arms, and I'm afraid he would be turned away.

Bai Rong couldn't bear to see Yu Qingjia being humiliated by being locked out of the door by the son, the little lady has a thin skin after all. But Yu Qingjia thought about going to talk to Murong Yan, her steps were brisk, and she ran away in a blink of an eye, Bai Rong followed behind, and she couldn't see anyone before she had time to persuade her.

Bai Rong sighed, and could only follow Yu Qingjia back. She was ready to comfort Yu Qingjia, but Yu Qingjia walked through the back door without knocking, and pushed the door open.

Bai Rong opened her mouth wide in surprise. She just came to Yu Qingjia's side not long ago. Although she is shrewd in her work, she is still a newcomer in the second room. A few days ago, she saw that Yu Qingjia spoke very casually to the young master, even disrespectful. At that time, Bai Rong thought that the young master was looking at Yu Wenjun's face. In addition, Yu Qingjia was indeed a prostitute in terms of identity, so she spoke a little arrogantly. There is nothing to blame, so the young master did not pursue it. However, even Yu Wenjun's daughter wouldn't be ashamed to come and go in and out of the son's domain at will, right?

Bai Rong rushed in with the chessboard in her arms, and she saw that Yu Qingjia didn't shy away from it, and ran to Murong Yan's side directly. As expected, Murong Yan was reading a book, and Yu Qingjia stopped beside Murong Yan like a butterfly. Following her movements, her light red mid-color skirt was lifted up by the wind, and slowly fell down, meandering down from the roof, stacked on the ground. The space on the roof was originally limited, but now that there is Yu Qingjia, there is almost no room for the clothes of the two of them to pile up on the roof.

Yu Qingjia reached out and tugged Murong Yan's sleeve, and said, "It's getting dark, don't look, play chess with me."

Murong Yan seemed to be seeing what was important, and ignored the sources of disturbance around him. Seeing that Murong Yan didn't speak, Yu Qingjia simply leaned in Murong Yan's direction again, and directly reached out to cover the words on the book: "Don't read, I'm all here now, so it's so boring for you to read any more."

Bai Rong was dripping with cold sweat. Even though she was from the Eastern Palace, she had to say with conscience that their young master had a bad temper, and especially hated others interfering in his decisions. If someone came to bother him while he was reading, it would be courting death. She hurriedly thought about Yuanchang's words, and before she could organize her words, she saw Murong Yan raised her head, looked at Yu Qingjia helplessly, reached out to hold her wrist, and moved that slender white hand away from the page : "Don't make trouble."

A child can't be used to it, or once he knows that crying is useful, he will get more and more insatiable in the future. The same is true for Yu Qingjia. In fact, she is not arrogant and willful, but for some reason, when facing Murong Yan, she is extremely indomitable.

Yu Qingjia stretched out a hand and waved it back and forth in front of Murong's eyes. Murong Yan held one hand, and she switched to the other hand to make trouble. After both hands were trapped, she struggled to no avail. She suddenly pursed her mouth and said with watery eyes: "I am the only one at home. , no one talked to me. If only my mother gave me a younger brother or younger sister, it would be great, so that I can’t even find someone to play chess.”

Murong Yan thought to himself, what's the use of pretending to be pitiful to me, he read the book without changing his face, after a while, he sighed, put down the book and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Yu Qingjia immediately turned worry into a smile. She quickly rolled up his books and piled them aside randomly, then waved to Bai Rong and said, "Bring the chessboard here."

Bai Rong's heart trembled, if she dared to make decisions for the young master, would she die? But although Murong Yan looked cold, he didn't say anything. Even when Yu Qingjia randomly rolled up his book, Murong Yan just glanced at it lightly.

Bai Rong once again suspected that the political enemies must have had ulterior motives to slander the son's reputation all these years ago, right? Bai Rong tentatively put the chessboard in place, then quietly stepped aside.

The chess Yu Qingjia brought over was not Go, but Seven Kingdoms Chess. The chess pieces include one for Zhou, seventeen for each of Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, Wei and Qin. The chess piece representing Zhou is yellow in the center, and the other seven countries each have a color and are placed around. When playing chess, the seven countries move in order. Once the chess pieces are dropped, they cannot be returned. If the number of chess pieces left is less than ten, or if they are about to be captured, the country will perish and cannot continue to compete in the Central Plains.

Murong Yan chose Qin, and another Lianheng between the two countries. Chess of the Seven Kingdoms is more fun in nature, and the combination of vertical and horizontal has spawned many possibilities, so it is very popular among gentry and female relatives. While pushing the colorful chess pieces, Yu Qingjia chatted with Murong Yan: "What were you looking at just now, and why did you look so seriously?"

"Huayang Guozhi."

Huayang Guozhi, Yu Qingjia read these four words silently, and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"The topography of the middle ground of Bashu Han."

Yu Qing Jiaguang felt a little complicated when she heard the name, but now she heard Murong Yan's explanation, she was even more confused: "We are in Jiangbei, what do you know about the land of Bashu? Even if you transfer officials, you will not be transferred to the border of the Southern Dynasty." Go up."

Bai Rong was a little nervous when she heard this, but Murong Yan looked very casual and said, "It's just prepared for the future. It may never be used, but in case it is needed, the more you know, the more chances you will win."

Now Bai Rong was even more nervous. In fact, he was fooling around with a casual sentence. Why did the young master tell the truth? Bai Rong's face was tense, her eyes drifted in the direction of Yu Qingjia involuntarily. Yu Qingjia's vermilion lips parted slightly, she seemed to be taken aback, and then her face gradually became serious: "Could it be that you..."

Could it be something? Bai Rong's heart was so tense, even if she wanted to break her head, she would never guess that one day she would face an identity crisis, and it was the young master himself who said it. Could it be that Yu Qingjia guessed the real identity of the young master based on clues?

Yu Qingjia looked serious, and asked: "You know the terrain of the Southern Dynasty in advance, do you plan to descend to the Southern Dynasty?"

The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment, Bai Rong looked at Yu Qingjia silently, Murong Yan's face was cold, unable to see what he was thinking. Yu Qingjia was a little fainted by such gazes, she touched her face and asked, "Why do you look at me like this?"

I really can't blame Yu Qingjia for thinking in this way. Murong Yan said that his father was a general in Jizhou, but the family business was taken over by his uncle. Murong Yan bears a family feud, and is still checking the terrain in the south. No matter how you look at it, this is Murong Yan's plan to fight his uncle for power with all his might. If he fails, he will take his people across the river and join the Southern Dynasty.

Yu Qingjia said in her heart that you can't do such a stupid thing. The one who will unify the world in the future will be King Qi Langya of the Northern Dynasty. At this time, he defected to the Southern Dynasty. Isn't this just to make himself unhappy. When King Langya regains Jiankang in the future, will he have a good face towards the former surrendered general? The more Yu Qingjia thought about it, the more worried he became, so he held Murong Yan's arm with a serious face, and sincerely persuaded him: "You must not do such a stupid thing, although the Southern Dynasty now occupies a larger area than our Dynasty, its politics are clearer, and the royal family is also bigger than mine. The Murong family is reliable, but you can't think of Nandu surrendering because of this."

Murong Yan's tone was light: "You worry too much."

"Don't take it seriously, I really think so, so I seriously advise you."

Bai Rong wanted to wipe off her sweat when she heard Yu Qingjia say that the Southern Dynasty's base was bigger than that of Qi, but when she heard Yu Qingjia's run on the royal family later, she seemed to be critical of the Murong family, and the sweat on Bai Rong's head was about to freeze.

Yu Qingjia advised from the bottom of her heart, and found that Murong Yan didn't take it seriously, but started to clean up the chess pieces on the chessboard. She was taken aback, and quickly pressed Murong Yan's hand: "What are you doing? Once the chess piece falls, you can't regret it."

"Who regrets the game?" Murong Yan pointed his eyes in Yu Qingjia's direction, "I've already won."

"What?" Yu Qingjia couldn't believe it, and quickly looked down at her own chess, only to find that the other two generals had been eaten.

She was dumbfounded and felt very unwilling. Yu Qingjia watched Murong Yan leisurely put her chess pieces in the screw-lacquered wooden box, she was dissatisfied, and said firmly: "It must be because of the bad omen that I lost, this time I will use Qin."

After a while, Yu Qingjia propped her chin and did not move for a long time. Murong Yan asked quietly: "There is one more chance left, have you figured it out yet?"

Naturally, Yu Qingjia couldn't save the game with a single pawn.

Reluctantly, Yu Qingjia used her fingers to draw back the chess pieces one by one. She raised her head and complained resentfully: "Why don't you let me?"

Murong Yan smiled softly: "Why should I let you?"

After all, the Southern Dynasty was larger than Qi, with stronger soldiers and horses, and a wiser monarch.