Early this morning, all the staff and guards in the palace found that His Highness seemed to be in a particularly good mood today.

After entering the palace, the little **** who led the way dared to mutter in his heart until Murong Yan's figure was out of sight: "The sun has come out from the west, why is this evil **** so easy to talk about today?"

In the Hall of Xianren, a plump woman in her thirties was holding a swaddling baby and humming softly. When she heard the sound of "See Your Highness" outside the hall, she was startled and quickly put the swaddling baby back. He knelt beside the cradle, not even daring to lift his head.

As soon as Murong Yan entered the door, he smelled an unspeakable milky smell. He frowned, stopped a few meters away, and glanced coldly at the building.

The servant who was following at the side understood Murong Yan's meaning, bowed his waist and stepped forward to reply: "Reporting to Your Highness, as soon as the old **** in gray clothes left yesterday, the servants surrounded the nunnery. This child entered the palace last night. The servant is afraid The child is ignorant, always crying, spoiling His Highness's important affairs, so he brought in a wet nurse from outside. Don't worry, Your Highness, this wet nurse and servant girl have been checked long ago, she is clean and trustworthy."

Murong Yan nodded, and only then did a little satisfaction appear in his eyes. He really didn't have the slightest affection for the child, he watched coldly across half of the palace, walked up suddenly, and stretched out his hand towards the child.

The nurse bowed her head and knelt, seeing Murong Yan approaching, she was so frightened that she couldn't breathe. Fortunately, Murong Yan just stretched out his hand and waved in front of the child's eyes. The child opened his eyes, still looking straight ahead unconsciously. Murong Yan looked down for a while, then suddenly said: "Send it to the Imperial Medical Office."

Why did you suddenly call the imperial doctor? All the attendants in Xianren Hall looked at each other, but no one dared to neglect Murong Yan's order, and immediately turned around to summon the imperial physician. The nurse watched as a trembling old doctor with a white beard was brought up by the guards. He pressed on the child's pulse for a while, then rolled his eyelids, looked at his hands and feet, and showed an indescribable solemnity on his face. expression. The wet nurse raised her throat, and was just about to dare to ask if the child was sick, or if there was something wrong with her milk, when she saw the dazzling king of the county take the old doctor away, and the two went sideways. The palace chatted for a while, and when he came out again, the county king didn't say a word, his eyes were thoughtful.

The nurse was puzzled by this commotion. She saw a pair of black boots approaching slowly, and quickly lowered her head again, shrinking her body as low as she could.

The servant was puzzled and asked tentatively, "Your Highness?"

"It's nothing." After Murong Yan finished speaking, she glanced down at the wet nurse and asked, "Are you the wet nurse?"

The nurse was stunned for a long time before she could believe that King Langya was talking to him. She quickly kowtowed, her huge body curled up into a ball: "It's my slave."

Fortunately, Murong Yan didn't intend to embarrass him, he seemed to have no interest in the child, he just said: "Take care of it."

"The servant obeys."

The **** in a red coat and black hat approached lightly, and said with lowered hands: "Your Highness, all the gentlemen are already waiting outside."

Murong Yan nodded, just like when he came, he led a lot of people away with a huff. The hall of Xianren was quiet again, the wet nurse knelt on the ground and waited for a long time before she dared to get up slowly. When she stood up and touched her forehead, the nurse realized that her forehead was covered with sweat.

The nurse picked up the child and continued to walk around the hall, slowly coaxing the child to sleep. She whispered: "Tian Huanggui, it's really different. I couldn't imagine such a beauty even in my dreams."

Murong Yan walked out of Xianren Hall, thinking about what he just saw in his mind. He has no experience in taking care of sticky children, but he has a keen intuition, and after looking at it for a while, he realizes that something is wrong with this child.

Sure enough, the most experienced old doctor in the Imperial Medical Office quickly confirmed his guess that this child was born with insufficient intelligence.

Murong Yan couldn't see any changes on the surface, but his thoughts turned quickly. Who else is more suitable to be a puppet than a baby of orthodox blood, who has just been born and is still born with a deficiency?

Murong Yan got the news as early as the day Yu Qingya gave birth. At that time, someone advised him to kill the grass and roots, but Murong Yan decided to wait. Now it seems that God really gave him a big surprise.

In a flash, the Xuanzheng Hall had already arrived, and when the people inside saw Murong Yan, they all stood up and bowed down: "His Royal Highness King Langya."

Murong Yan nodded lightly, and immediately withdrew all her thoughts. Not long after he took his seat, the three prime ministers with a lot of beards and their grandsons were older than Murong Yan exchanged a few words of greetings, and finally expressed their true intentions: "Your Highness, the country cannot live without a king. I only hope that the king of the county will restrain his grief and put the world first."

Restraining grief? Don't talk about Murong Yan's nonsense, even the old officials who said it don't believe it. But whoever let Murong Yan hold the power, the military power and political power are all in his hands. Yesterday at the Winter Solstice Ceremony, the first emperor passed away suddenly. According to the statement given by the palace, the former court had infiltrated the Northern Zhou Dynasty elaborators and mixed up with the eunuchs in an attempt to assassinate the royal family. Unfortunately, the first emperor was assassinated and died. Later, the palace did drag out the corpse of the Northern Zhou assassin, but no one dared to investigate how the late emperor died.

Now that things are up to now, there is no need to hide what Murong Yan wants to do. Since Murong Yan entered the capital, the descendants of the first emperor have died or been injured. Looking around, none of them can inherit the great line. Now, the first emperor is also dead. Many old ministers discussed for a while yesterday, and this morning they unanimously came to ask Murong Yan to make up his mind. They secretly sighed in their hearts, it seems that the world is upside down, the emperor's veins are gone, and today is the day.

Murong Yan's eyes slowly glanced down the hall, and said: "Second Uncle suffered such a disaster, and this king is also deeply grieved. Fortunately, the emperor has lived up to it, and Eldest Brother still left a drop of blood for Second Uncle."

All the veterans were shocked: "What, King Guangping?"

The north wind was blowing, and in Langya Palace, Yu Qingjia directed the maid to take down all the lanterns, red silk and other things that the palace had prepared for the New Year, and put white flags on them instead.

After the death of the emperor, the whole world will be empty, no weddings and banquets will be allowed within three months, and the temples all over the country will ring the bell for the emperor tens of thousands of times, praying for the death of the late emperor.

"Princess, all the festive patterns in the mansion have been taken down. I haven't had time to paste these paper-cuts. What do you think we should do?"

Yu Qingjia glanced at it, and saw that the paper-cutting was exquisite and lifelike, but unfortunately it will not be available next year. Yu Qingjia said: "Let's put it in the warehouse first, and then count it after this period of time."

"Yes." The maid promised, and the two walked out with the bamboo basket together. The maid came and went, Bai Rong opened the curtain and came in, saying: "Princess, this year's account book is here, do you want to see it?"

There are several farm shops in Yu Qingjia's dowry, and Murong Yan's fiefdom is in Langya, which is also a first-class fertile land, and the account books at the end of the year are as tall as half a person. Yu Qingjia felt a headache when she heard it, and said, "Move to the study first, and I'll read it at night."

Bai Rong responded, and Bai Zhi came out with a stack of clothes from the inner room. Hearing Bai Rong's words, she said: "Since the princess got married, she has no leisure time. In November, she is busy getting acquainted with the staff, and then she will be busy with the winter solstice court meeting." , it was finally able to calm down for a while, and then hit the national funeral again."

Yu Qingjia glanced at Bai Zhi, signaling that she should not be disrespectful to the late emperor. Because of Murong Yan, the people in the palace didn't have much respect for the first emperor and empress, and Bai Zhi and the others also became contemptuous. Yu Qingjia refused to admit the truth, but Bai Zhi knew that she was ignorant, so she didn't dare to say more, and turned to talk about the internal affairs of the palace: "The national funeral will be held for three months, and the princess's clothes must be bought quickly. When the princess was keeping filial piety for the old gentleman earlier, Before leaving the pavilion, those clothes can’t be worn anymore. The servants just roughly counted, roughly four sets of big clothes for the New Year, four sets of clothes for meeting guests, eight sets of home clothes, in addition to capes, cloaks, and smocks Wait. The spring clothes will not be ready until next year, so I will let the sewing room catch up with the winter clothes for the princess. The slave remembers that there are some plain brocades in the princess’s dowry, the color is light and elegant, and they are just worn during the filial piety.”

Bai Zhi has been handling the trivial matters of life for more than ten years. Shangyu Qingjia trusted Bai Zhi very much in these matters, so he said, "Okay, you can do as you see. Bai Ji, go get my dowry key..."

Before Yu Qingjia finished speaking, he was interrupted: "No need, there are silk brocades in the warehouse, go directly to the warehouse to get them."

The maids all put down their work, bowed down and said, "See Your Highness."

Yu Qingjia also stood up, and Murong Yan pulled Yu Qingjia back to sit again, and said, "Let them go to the warehouse to pick out, and take whatever they want, and call the biggest cloth storekeeper in the city to come in tomorrow, and buy all the plain fabrics."

Bai Zhi's eyes lit up when she heard that, she responded with joy, and happily went to pick out fabrics for her young lady. Yu Qingjia didn't have time to stop her, so she could only stare at Murong Yan: "What are you doing?"

Murong Yan took it for granted, and said: "Even you are mine, and I can let you use my own money? It's just some clothes. I have to keep my filial piety for these three months, and I have to change a batch of jewelry. I will give you money someday." Accompany you to pick."

After finishing speaking, Murong Yan himself vetoed it: "No, theirs are too ugly, I'd better draw the look myself and let the supervisor do it alone."

Seeing this appearance of being rich and powerful, with no distinction between public and private, Yu Qingjia glared at him, and couldn't help laughing again. The Yu family is a century-old family, and has accumulated a lot of wealth over the years. She is the only child in the second room. When she got married, Yu Eryu and Yu Wenjun tried their best to add a dowry to her, not to mention Yu Qingjia also had the Yu family's dowry. Adding all these things together, Yu Qingjia thought that the dowry was rich enough for her to live profligately for several lifetimes, but even so, it still couldn't be compared with Murong Yan, who directly allocated a piece of land as private property.

Murong Yan had this kind of heart, Yu Qingjia was of course happy, but she knew the importance after all, and said: "The supervisor is in charge of the imperial utensils. Now that the late emperor has passed away and the old and new are handing over, it is time for ritual utensils. You let the supervisor Si doing these, how can this be done?"

"Why not?" Murong Yan said casually, "Who else in the world is more important than you? Besides, the new emperor doesn't need many imperial gold artifacts."

Yu Qingjia caught the information and asked, "The new emperor?"

"Yeah." Murong Yan nodded, playing with Yu Qingjia's hand, and said, "Those old foxes are guarding against me, for fear that I will usurp the throne. Do you still think I'm really rare?"

Yu Qingjia had a vague premonition: "You mean..."

"The three princes and six assistants have agreed to make Murong Shuo the emperor." After Murong Yan finished speaking, he sensed Yu Qingjia's doubts, and added, "I forgot to say that Murong Shuo is a new name made by the Ministry of Rites. After the auspicious day, the family tree will be opened and the name will be officially recorded."

Yu Qingjia already understood, she asked: "Murong Shuo, is that the child Yu Qingya gave birth to?"

Although it was a question, Yu Qingjia already had the answer in his heart. Murong Yan nodded slightly, Yu Qingjia was not surprised, but felt a feeling of dust falling to the ground.

The two of them were relatively silent. After a while, Yu Qingjia asked carefully: "After all, he is the son of King Guangping, and his identity is legally orthodox. When he grows up in the future, will it affect you?"

Murong Yan laughed when he heard it, and gently pinched Yu Qingjia's nose: "Let's not talk about whether he can grow up, even if he is lucky enough to live to be sensible, how can a fool affect me?"

Yu Qingjia was shocked when she heard it: "What?"

"He is born with a deficiency, and he will be stupid when he grows up. He is still too young now, and the imperial doctor can't be sure how old his intelligence will be in the future, but he will always be an idiot."

Yu Qingjia couldn't tell how she felt when she heard it, she paused for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Is it because of Yu Qingya?"

"It can only be her." Murong Yan is different from Yu Qingjia. Even after hearing such a tragedy, his expression remains unchanged, and he doesn't feel any sympathy at all. "Who can blame her for her own evil?"

"Would the ministers of the other aristocratic families agree to appoint a newborn baby as emperor? Moreover, if they find out that the emperor is born with deficiencies in the future, I'm afraid they won't be able to quit."

"Agreement or disagreement, it's not up to them." Murong Yan laughed, and jokingly said, "You haven't seen the faces of those old immortals today, just like a dead father, for fear that I will usurp the throne. Listen to my proposal of Murong Pillow There is also a son, they rushed to agree before it was too late, how could they object? As for finding out that Murong Shuo is a fool, it will be at least two years later. Two years later, the situation may not be known."

This was the first time Murong Yan uttered the word usurping the throne. Yu Qingjia was silent for a moment, and asked, "What about you? What do you think?"

Murong Yan raised his eyebrows, as if surprised that Yu Qingjia asked. He looked at Yu Qingjia with a smile and said, "What do you want from me?"

Yu Qingjia got a little angry: "Murong Yan, please speak up."

"Why do you think I'm joking?"

Yu Qingjia was even angrier when she heard this sentence. She was asking this matter seriously, but Murong Yan always refused to answer directly, and instead said these ambiguous words. Yu Qingjia didn't believe that Murong Yan would really listen to her, so she was angry and said deliberately: "Then if I say no, can you really not seize power or usurp the throne, and stay under others for the rest of your life?"

"Of course." Murong Yan's pupils were pitch black, with only Yu Qingjia's shadow inside, "As long as this is your wish."

Yu Qingjia was immediately stopped. They talked similar things before, and Yu Qingjia felt that Murong Yan was paranoid and suspicious, possessive too strong, and the most important thing was that she didn't trust her. He would rather trap Yu Qingjia with power than believe in Yu Qingjia's feelings. They failed to reach an agreement that time, and Yu Qingya gave birth to her son at that time, and Murong Yan was called away by her confidant midway. After that, the two tacitly agreed, and neither of them brought up this topic. But Yu Qingjia knows that some problems don't exist if they don't touch them. Murong Yan's suspicious and stubborn, even some morbid feelings are the biggest problem between the two of them.

Murong Yan stretched out his hand to caress Yu Qingjia's face, lingering on her cheek with his fingertips, his eyes were deep and faintly crazy: "Jiajia, I love you more than my own life, as long as you say it, even if I die, I would agree without hesitation."

Yu Qingjia was shocked. She knew that Murong Yan's way of dealing with feelings was not normal. She thought it was because Murong Yan had undergone a big change and lacked love since he was a child. Therefore, his way of loving was not right. But now it seems that this is not the influence of his childhood experience at all. In addition to his bloodthirsty indifference and lack of empathy, his illness is also manifested in the spiritual aspect.

Yu Qingjia's eyes widened and she said, "What if I really say that?"

"Then I'm willing." Murong Yan smiled softly, he stretched out his hand, embraced Yu Qingjia in his arms, and buried his chin deeply and obsessively on Yu Qingjia's neck.

"For you, I am willing to die. However, when I think of my death, you will be seen by other men, and when I touch you, I will be uncontrollably murderous. So, if there is a day, I will definitely kill you first." If I leave you, I will commit suicide to accompany you."

Yu Qingjia leaned against Murong Yan's arms. Murong Yan liked physical contact more and more recently, but this time, she didn't feel the warmth for a long time. Yu Qingjia stayed quietly for a while, then silently pushed Murong Yan's hand away, and smiled at him: "It's getting late, I'll go see if Bai Zhi is back."

With incense burners on both sides, Murong Yan sat in the elegant and warm wedding room, looked at Yu Qingjia in fine attire, and left without hesitation behind his back. Murong Yan's ears suddenly heard the curse of Emperor Wu Cheng before his death, he said that he was destined to die a bad life, father and son were jealous, and everyone betrayed their relatives.

Of course, he doesn't care about these. But he couldn't bear it. Among the people who left him was Yu Qingjia.

Murong Yan thought of the Gaoping Earthquake, he thought that the desire that had tortured him for a long time would end here, but Yu Qingjia braved the heavy rain and the rocks, and ran back from the valley. Murong Yan thought at that time, whether you are willing or not, I will never let you go.

To this day, Murong Yan still clearly remembers the scene at that time. The heavy rain poured down, burying all the sounds from the outside world. He was still bleeding, and the smell of blood mixed with her body fragrance was the only light in the world.

With a humble and ridiculous fluke, he asked self-deception: "If one day, you find that I am different from what you imagined, and I will do some extreme things, what will you do?"

What did she say then? She said: "I know. But who made you like this."

Murong Yan smiled softly, she was so naive and simple, she didn't even know who he was, yet she dared to trust him with all her wealth. However, sometimes, her completely defenseless appearance made him unable to bear the greed in his heart.

Looking at the flickering candlelight, Murong Yan secretly said it was a pity. Unfortunately, the real him still scared her away.

Bai Rong stood guard outside the house, and when she saw Yu Qingjia coming out, she was about to say hello, but she was stunned for a moment when she saw Yu Qingjia's expression: "Princess?"

"I'm fine." Yu Qingjia raised her hand and pressed the center of her eyebrows, then opened her eyes, and signaled Bai Rong to back down, "I want to be alone for a while, you go down."

No one can be calm after hearing her husband say "I love you, but if you leave me, I will kill you". She doesn't regret her decision. From the very beginning, she knew what Murong Yan was like people.

But she needs to think about this relationship and what went wrong.