MTL - Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor-Chapter 82 spend together
Yu Qingjia knew that Yu Qingya's words before leaving were intentional. She deliberately provoked the father-daughter relationship between Yu Qingjia and Yu Wenjun, but Yu Qingya succeeded. Yu Qingjia couldn't help but care, Yu Wenjun had two concubines, Li and Yu were both wives in name, even though Yu was the real first wife. Mrs. Li took up the title of eldest sister-in-law and divided Yu's husband. Now Mrs. Yu died early due to depression, but Mrs. Li stood beside Yu Wenjun majestically and became his only wife. The scene just now deeply stimulated Yu Qingjia. Yu Wenjun and Li Shi were busy before the collapse, and Yu Qingya shuttled around the house as a helper. It was more like a family of three serving the elders. She is the outsider.
Yu Qingjia walked to the back, Murong Yan looked up and saw Yu Qingjia, his eyes moved slightly: "What's the matter, someone upset you?"
Yu Qingjia sat down and shook her head sullenly: "No."
Murong Yan looked at Yu Qingjia carefully for a while, and said with certainty: "You were fine before you went out, but something is not right after you come back, Mr. Yu is still lying down, that is Yu Qingya."
Yu Qingjia was silent, and after a while she shook her head vigorously, trying to force a smile: "Don't talk about them, let's talk about important things for the New Year tomorrow."
"You're in a bad mood, that's the most important thing." Murong Yan pressed Yu Qingjia's hand, approached the eyes staring at her, and asked, "What's going on?"
Yu Qingjia opened her eyes wide, and could clearly see her own reflection in Murong Yan's eyes. Her nose suddenly became sour. Yu Wenjun was obviously her father, but she was restrained in her own home, and she was never able to be herself freely. However, these grievances cannot be shared with any elders or peers, not even my own father. Although Bai Zhi turned to her, they were slaves after all, and there were some things that they couldn't say deeply.
Murong Yan was the only one who cared about her experience and was willing to listen to her absurd guesses, and even if she was in a bad mood, she could immediately notice it. Yu Qingjia blinked her eyes, her eyelashes were stained with water, and her nasal voice was sticky: "I met Yu Qingya when I came out today. She followed her father's illness. I think they are a family of three, and I'm just an outsider."
It turned out that it was this matter, Murong Yan's eyes were clear, he didn't care about family affection at all, but Yu Qingjia was different, no wonder she was so depressed when she came back. Murong Yan felt distressed by Yu Qingjia's crying nasal voice, he looked into Yu Qingjia's eyes, and wanted to say something, but in the end he could only sigh. He reached out and stroked Yu Qingjia's hair, from the hair to the eyes, and gently stroked it with his fingertips.
Murong Yan's thumb stayed under her eyes, and the other fingers covered Yu Qingjia's cheek. Murong Yan's hands were long and thin, and this posture seemed to hold her face. He looked at it for a while, then leaned over suddenly, and gently kissed Yu Qingjia's eyes.
Yu Qingjia watched Murong Yan's eyes getting darker and darker, and when the shadow finally fell, she closed her eyes subconsciously, and then felt Murong Yan's cool lips imprinted on her eyelashes, dripping the tears on them. **** away. Yu Qingjia's cheeks blushed immediately, and she forgot to even react. Murong Yan seemed not satisfied, so she even stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it lightly.
Yu Qingjia felt the warm touch on her eyelids, and her whole body froze. Her neck was stiff, and it took a long time before she found where her hands were, and she put them on his shoulders and pushed, "You...what are you doing?"
The touch of the palm was hard and warm, completely different from Yu Qingjia's own shoulder, with the unique slenderness and strength of a teenager. After Murong Yan kissed Yu Qingjia's eyes, his eyes naturally fell on her red lips, but when Yu Qingjia saw that he didn't respond, he pushed hard again, and Murong Yan could only sit upright reluctantly: "Everything about you is Mine, even if these eyes cry, they should cry for me."
Yu Qingjia's cheeks were burning red, and she seemed to have lost the ability to speak, her voice was soft and weak: "What nonsense are you talking about..." Yu Qingjia was embarrassed to say that she was not his, so she could only push the topic to the maid: "There is Bai Zhibai outside. Rong and them."
Murong Yan couldn't help laughing when he heard this, there was a smile in his voice, and he took the time to ask: "Then what if there is no maid?"
"I...I didn't mean that!" The red cloud on Yu Qingjia's face spread wider and wider. She originally wanted to warn Murong Yan solemnly and dignifiedly, but when she spoke, she was soft and delicate, and her bass was a little hoarse.
Murong Yan's eyes stayed on Yu Qingjia's lips all the time, those lips were soft and moist, bright in color, a hundred times more alluring than blood. But now there is no letter of appointment, Murong Yan finally restrained himself and said: "Then you promise me that you will not cry for others."
It sounds weird and too intimate. Yu Qingjia bit her lip, Murong Yan chuckled and raised her eyebrows when she saw this: "Don't you want to say?"
Yu Qingjia quickly hid back, forget it, Murong Yan's actions depended on his mood, compared to him, the most terrifying unstable factor, it was obviously much better to agree to other rude conditions. Yu Qingjia said helplessly, "Okay, I promise you."
Murong Yan saw Yu Qingjia clenched her fingers tightly, her eyes were wet, and she was looking at him nervously. Yu Qingjia himself may not know how cute she is now, and how much it makes him want to continue kissing. Fortunately, Murong Yan was still rational, so he managed to control himself and said, "Don't worry, I won't continue until I arrange the future."
Yu Qingjia didn't know whether she should breathe a sigh of relief or call him a disciple. She wanted to refute but was really embarrassed, so she could only give him a hard look with blushing cheeks and rolling eyes.
Murong Yan looked at Yu Qingjia's appearance at the moment, and said with satisfaction: "Sure enough, she still looks so good-looking. Are you not sad now?"
It was only then that Yu Qingjia remembered what they were talking about. She secretly used the back of her hand to cool her face. She was burning up now, so there was no time to think about Yu Qingya. Unexpectedly, Murong Yan took the initiative to ask: "What kind of person is your mother, Mrs. Yu?"
When Yu Shi was mentioned, Yu Qingjia's expression calmed down. She lowered her eyes for a while and said, "Others say that she is smart and lively, and is proficient in rhythm. Few people don't like her."
"how about you?"
"Me?" Yu Qingjia paused, lowered her head and smiled faintly, "She has been away from me for so long, I can hardly remember her appearance. I just remember that her hands were soft and gentle, singing to me Sound good to hear."
Murong Yan looked at Yu Qingjia very intently, and raised his hand. Yu Qingjia thought he was going to do something again, but he just gently pulled her loose hair behind her ears. After clipping her hair, he didn't leave his hand, but still covered the hair beside her ear, and rubbed it gently. Although he didn't say a word, he was far more gentle and affectionate than before.
Yu Qingjia didn't dare to look at Murong Yan, her eyes moved to the other side, and she smiled slightly with her lips pursed.
"My mother is a very delicate and beautiful woman. It may be strange to use such words to describe my mother, but this is my impression of her. I didn't like to be touched when I was a child, and she couldn't hold a child, let alone Sing to the children, so I can't imagine what your mother looks like." Murong Yan said, "But I am very grateful to her for taking such good care of you."
Thanks to Mrs. Yu for taking good care of Yu Qingjia until he appeared.
Yu Qingjia's eyes were inexplicably moist. This kind of praise was far more touching than words like being smart, beautiful, and likable. If Mrs. Yu is here, Mrs. Yu must also prefer what Murong Yan said, rather than the empty and polite words of others.
Yu Qingjia was moved but also sighed, Murong Yan was so good-looking, one could imagine how outstanding his parents, or his family was. But Yu Qingjia didn't expect that Murong Yan was rarely even hugged by his parents when he was a child. He became so cold and indifferent, which has something to do with his birth environment. Yu Qingjia was inexplicably distressed. She wanted to comfort Murong Yan, but she was too embarrassed to say anything else, so she suddenly took a date from the table, waved it at Murong Yan, and held it behind her back.
Murong Yan asked: "What are you doing?"
"I'll play games with you." Yu Qingjia said with a smile, "Aniang coaxed me like this when I was a child. If you say you haven't played, then I will accompany you."
Murong Yan thought it was funny, and said: "No need, I never need to do this."
Murong Yan said that he was about to get up, but Yu Qingjia hurriedly grabbed his sleeves: "Wait, don't leave. Today is Chinese New Year, it is impossible to refuse others, or the whole year of next year will not be smooth."
Murong Yan raised his eyebrows: "Who said that?"
Yu Qing was stunned, lost after a while, and said in an inaudible voice: "I said so."
Although what Murong Yan said just now is true, it is still somewhat different from Yu Qingjia's understanding. The former princess seldom hugged Murong Yan, firstly because she had to be dignified as a princess, and secondly, the more important reason was because Murong Yan didn't like others to touch him, including his parents. So Murong Yan was not neglected as a child as Yu Qingjia thought, he really didn't need it.
With Murong Yan's personality, he would never cooperate with such a stupid game, but he couldn't refuse when he looked at Yu Qingjia's shining eyes. Murong Yan reluctantly took a step back and said, "Okay, just this once."
Yu Qingjia immediately showed a smile. She held the jujube in the palm of her hand in front of Murong Yan, then put her hands behind her back, and said, "Let's talk about it first. The loser must promise the other party one thing, and no cheating is allowed."
Murong Yan nodded, and after switching hands behind his back for a while, Yu Qingjia stretched out his two fists: "Which palm do you think the jujube is in?"
Murong Yan looked down at the movements and strength of Yu Qingjia's hands, and recognized them easily. He pointed to his right hand, and when he was about to touch Yu Qingjia's hand, she shrank back. Murong Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, and looked at Yu Qingjia with a smile.
Yu Qingjia's eyes were round and round, and she blinked, acting like a baby silently. Murong Yan found that he had retreated again, his finger moved and pointed to the other side.
Yu Qingjia immediately beamed with joy, and quickly spread her left hand: "There is nothing in it, you lose!"
Murong Yan glanced at her with a smile. It was rare to see Murong Yan cooperate like this. Yu Qingjia was afraid that he would regret it after a long delay, so he hurriedly said: "According to the rules, the loser has to promise the other one thing. We agree." Understand."
"Um."
"Then why don't you accompany me to make flower cakes. In the past, during the Chinese New Year, Aunt always made a plate of Four Seasons flower cakes to celebrate the New Year." Yu Qingjia was afraid that Murong Yan would disagree, so she hooked his sleeve and shook it lightly, "You accompany me go."
Murong Yan is not a person who likes places like the kitchen, no matter his personality or the environment in which he grew up. But Yu Qingjia looked up at him with unreserved expectation in his eyes, how could Murong Yan say no? He finally heard himself say, "Okay."
