Seeing the person coming, Bai Rong stood up in surprise, as if she didn't know where to put her hands and feet. After she realized it, she quickly knelt down and said, "Your Highness."

Bai Rong knelt on the ground, the maid who was chatting at the door just now was dismissed by Murong Yan's people at some point, and only Murong Yan and Yu Qingjia were standing in the room for a while. The wind chimes at the corner of the eaves jingled, and the two stood one inside the house and the other on the corridor, looking at each other quietly.

Murong Yan stepped into the room, his eyes stayed on Yu Qingjia all the time, other places seemed blank to him. Murong Yan approached, casually said to Bai Rong who was on the ground: "Get out."

Bai Rong immediately stood up holding the hem of her skirt, quickly saluted Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan, and then walked back in small steps, her movements were quick and quick, as if she had been trained many times. After Bai Rong left, the door was also closed, and the light in the room immediately became much darker.

Murong Yan stopped two steps away from Yu Qingjia. He stretched out his hand to caress Shangyu Qingjia's cheek, his eyes were dark, and he focused on every inch of her skin: "Jiajia, long time no see."

This is the first time the two have met since Murong Yan left without saying goodbye last August. Yu Qingjia didn't intend to forgive him easily, but when she heard these words, she almost shed tears. Yu Qingjia pursed her lips. She originally wanted to avoid Murong Yan's hand, but she couldn't dodge it several times. She could only glance at the direction where her back was facing Murong Yan's hand, and stared hard at the ground: "What's long time no see? I never knew King Langya, and my courtiers couldn't understand what the county king was saying."

Yu Qingjia turned her face away, stubbornly refusing to look at Murong Yan. She thought that her voice was as repulsive as her attitude, but she didn't know that although the tone of these words was suppressed as much as possible, the ending revealed her grievances, and she twirled coquettishly, almost seductive go with your heart. Murong Yan looked at her profile for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly: "Jiajia."

"I thought several times that I would never see you again."

Yu Qingjia made up her mind to ignore him, she could bear to wait, but she couldn't bear to be deceived. Yu Qingjia knew that this was completely different from the lies she told on the way back to Yanzhou in the Yu family's ancestral house. Murong Yan clearly knew that she was afraid of King Langya, but she always knew it without saying anything, which was fundamentally different.

But when Murong Yan hugged her, his arms were so strong that he could faintly feel his trembling, as if he wanted to use force but didn't dare to use force, restrained to the point of restraint. His clothes are brand new, but there is still a faint smell of rust on his body, which means that he didn't even have time to wash up, and came to see her as soon as he got out. Because she knew that she didn't like fighting and killing, she deliberately changed the clothes that were stained with blood. Obviously she had changed her clothes, but she didn't take a bath and rest by the way. Yu Qingjia bit her lip and tilted her face to the right side forcefully. Because of too much force, a slender and graceful arc was stretched from the neck to the collarbone. Murong Yan was much taller than her, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his profile was pressed against her neck, and he closed his eyes and hugged her for a long time.

In the end, Yu Qingjia couldn't take it anymore, she shook her shoulder slightly, and was immediately hugged tightly by Murong Yan. Yu Qingjia could only push him coldly: "Get up."

After finishing speaking, Yu Qingjia realized that she lost if she spoke first, so she deliberately added: "I don't know you, who are you?"

Murong Yan buried her face in her neck, smiled softly, and breathed on Yu Qingjia's ears, itching: "You don't know? My princess seems to have a bad memory, but it's okay, we have plenty of time after we go home. Do what we did before, twice or three times, the princess will remember it sooner or later."

Yu Qingjia's ears turned red, and he hammered his back bitterly: "Stand up, who is your princess? No, whoever promised to marry you, I won't..."

Before Yu Qingjia finished speaking, her body suddenly lost weight. She was startled, let out a low cry, and subconsciously hugged Murong Yan's neck tightly. Murong Yan hugged Yu Qingjia horizontally and put her on the desk beside her, then pushed her down. Yu Qingjia supported the wooden table and wanted to get up, but was blocked by Murong Yan and had to lean back. The bridge of his nose was pressed against Yu Qingjia's, and the dark eyes inexplicably made people feel dangerous: "Nothing?"

Yu Qingjia originally wanted to say "I won't marry someone who deceives me", but at this moment she looked into Murong Yan's eyes and couldn't say it out. She remembered what Bai Rong said, five years ago, the East Palace was bloody, and Murong Yan lost all his relatives, friends, and even his identity overnight. He never said it, but he was actually very afraid of losing.

He was originally the proud son of heaven and the focus of the crowd, but later he had to conceal his identity and obliterate the traces of his own existence. He must be the most injured person. In the final analysis, Murong Yan's fault for concealing his identity was not his fault, but the emperor's.

Yu Qingjia and him looked at each other for a long time, and finally snorted coldly, turned to the other side and said, "You don't care what I do."

Yu Qingjia pushed Murong Yan's chest, and there was no movement after several pushes, so she couldn't help but glared at him: "Aren't you up yet?"

Murong Yan carefully looked at Yu Qingjia's wet eyes, slender eyelashes, and the small expression on his face when he stared hard at him, and finally couldn't help laughing. He held Yu Qingjia's back and hugged her, but he didn't let her go. Instead, he held her in his arms and hugged her tightly: "Sorry, I promised you that I would never lie to you again. You have long wanted to know , but because of my own selfishness, I haven't told you for a long time."

Yu Qingjia's body gradually softened, she paused for a while, and suddenly asked softly: "What about now, have I waited until the day you are willing to tell me?"

Back in Yanzhou, when Yu Qingjia just found out that Murong Yan was a man, she sat at the table weaving a net, before falling asleep, she murmured unintentionally, "I'm waiting for the day you are willing to tell me."

The two of them have been fighting and fighting all the time, Murong Yan has duplicity and will never speak properly, and Yu Qingjia is also embarrassed to express her feelings directly. Murong Yan suddenly heard a dream he had once had, in which he left without saying goodbye, always thinking of telling Yu Qingjia after he got revenge and got everything back, but when he came back, she was no longer there.

A momentary miss is a lifetime miss. If he can be more honest, why are they separated by yin and yang? Yu Qingjia didn't know who he was when he died. Every time he fell into this dream, Murong Yan would force himself to wake up. He told himself that it was just a dream, but he was too afraid of losing Yu Qingjia, so he dreamed it frequently. But the pain in his chest that was almost numb told him, no, this is not a dream.

He had truly lost Yu Qingjia.

Murong Yan couldn't help tightening his arms, his mother was a princess, like all noble wives, the princess was beautiful and decent, but she never reached out to hug her child. And the prince wants to make friends with courtiers, worry about people's livelihood, and balance the court. The prince is undoubtedly a good prince, but he is definitely not a good father to Murong Yan.

Murong Yan was born with a fickle heart, and even felt that those who deliberately made troubles to compete for their parents' attention were idiots, and he didn't need their parents' affection at all. Later, he was the only one who survived in the East Palace, and there was no need to think about family affection. His parents respect each other like guests, they are the prince and concubine that everyone expects, except that they are not husband and wife. Murong Yan didn't learn how to get along with those close to him from his parents, and the betrayal from his relatives later stabbed him fatally. Therefore, when Murong Yan sees beautiful things, his first reaction is always doubt, temptation, and destruction .

Murong Yan always thought that these were not important, as long as Yu Qingjia was still by his side, he would have enough time to prove it. But the heart-wrenching loss in the dream told him, no, his duplicity would make him miss Yu Qingjia forever.

Murong Yan couldn't help tightening his arms, he knew it might hurt Yu Qingjia, but he couldn't control it anymore. He hugged him tightly with all his strength, and restrained himself with all his strength: "Jiajia, as long as it's you, I'm willing to do anything. I've always been willing to tell you, but last time you fell asleep, now, I'm back Tell you."

"Our generation was from wood, and I entrusted Langya, named Yan."

Yu Qingjia's eyes couldn't help getting wet, she blinked quickly, and forced the water in it back: "Okay, Murong Yan, I will remember. I said before that King Langya is very good-looking, and you laughed at me back then. "

Murong Yan also laughed, hugged her whole body, and walked around on the ground: "If you want to see me, there's no need to sneak a peek at me at the banquet."

Yu Qingjia's back was hanging in the air, and she hugged Murong Yan tightly, and her skirt was blooming in layers like flowers in the air. Yu Qingjia was angry and laughed, and couldn't help hammering Murong Yan's chest: "Put me down first, I have something to ask you."

How could Murong Yan agree, but Yu Qingjia insisted that he could only reluctantly put him on the cave. As soon as Yu Qingjia regained her freedom, she immediately moved back, away from Murong Yan. Murong Yan sat down unhurriedly, and he only needed to reach out to grab Yu Qingjia back.

Yu Qingjia had no choice but to be dragged back again. She tried to struggle for a while, but found that with all her strength, she was no match for one-tenth of Murong Yan's strength. Yu Qingjia had no choice but to give up, was held in Murong Yan's arms, and asked in a broken jar, "After you left, how are you doing?"

Murong Yan embraced Yu Qingjia with one hand, and slowly fiddled with her fingers with the other hand. Hearing the question, Murong Yan paused for a while before saying, "Not good."

"Um?"

Murong Yan tightened her fingers and held Yu Qingjia's hand firmly in her palm: "Every day without you makes no difference to me."

The vixen suddenly started to speak well, and Yu Qingjia was not used to it. She turned her shoulders uncomfortably and said, "It's okay, I promised you, I will wait for you."

Unless she dies.

Murong Yan's hand tightened suddenly, he didn't dare to imagine what he would do if the things in the dream came true. Murong Yan hugged Yu Qingjia tightly, put his chin on the top of her head, and said in a low voice like a sigh: "Then we have agreed, you are not allowed to leave me, even if you die."

Yu Qingjia gave him a disgusted look: "Don't say such unlucky words, every word has a meaning, don't talk about 'death' all the time."

"Okay." Murong Yan rubbed his chin on the top of her head and said in a low voice, "Don't move, I'll hug you for a while."

Yu Qingjia felt that Murong Yan's muscles were tense, and it was only now that he slowly relaxed. She couldn't help but think of the rusty smell on his body, the fights continued all night last night, it must be very dangerous and tiring in Miyagi. A few days earlier, it had been raining for half a month. He planned to capture King Guangping in the rain, and led the army to make a surprise attack in the rain. He probably didn't have a good rest for at least half a month.

Yu Qingjia found that this person always had a way to soften her heart, and she clearly agreed not to forgive him, but seeing this beautiful and outrageous face, Yu Qingjia couldn't express her anger. Although she was still disgusted, her body was motionless, and even in order to match Murong Yan's height, she secretly used her waist to make Murong Yan lean on her head with peace of mind. Yu Qingjia asked: "Since you are King Langya, why did you have such a bad attitude when I told you about King Langya earlier?"

Yu Qingjia still remembers that when she mentioned that King Langya would unify the north and the south in the future, Murong Yan was very disdainful. After a long time, it was him himself.

"Who told you to mention other men in front of me?"

Yu Qingjia was really taken aback: "What?"

"You didn't know that I was King Langya at that time. You judged him in front of me, wasn't it just saying good things to other men?"

Yu Qingjia was silent for a moment, and said leisurely: "Your logic is not right, and it's thanks to you that you can compete with yourself without changing your face."

Murong Yan snorted lightly, thinking about it now, she still felt uncomfortable. He hugged quietly for a while, then suddenly asked: "We have agreed a long time ago, on the day I tell you your name, you will also tell your secret. Now, where is my principal and interest?"