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Chapter 3 Royal Family

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    The visitor was not wearing an undershirt, but a Hufu, which was considered barbaric and vulgar by ethics.  This man was dressed in a neat white Hufu with narrow sleeves and a folded collar, and a red leather belt tied around his waist. The leather belt was studded with metal pendants and hung long on his knees.  In fact, this person's shoulders are a bit broad for a woman, but his waistline is smooth and thin, and his legs are incredibly slender under the trousers. The overall look is beautiful and appropriate, as if everything should be like this.

    The most terrible thing is this man¡¯s face. It is simply a masterpiece of God that is loved only by nature.  As a woman, her nose is tall and straight, straight and delicate.  The eyes are also thick and stunning, but the lines are sharp and have sharp angles everywhere. The lips are also thin and delicate, and extremely aggressive. When they look at each other, their hearts beat faster inexplicably.  Like all brightly colored creatures in nature, they are beautiful, but dangerous.

    Yu Qingjia stared at the other party and forgot how to react for a moment.  The other party was also sizing her up, his thin lips parted slightly, and he said unhurriedly: "Miss Yu has your destiny, don't dare to disobey her."

    Yu Qingjia finally regained her consciousness, looked back at Yu Wenjun, and said a little awkwardly: "Sheshe is the one you took back"

    Yu Qingjia didn¡¯t know how to address this person for a while. After seeing the real person, she somehow didn¡¯t dare to call her concubine, but she couldn¡¯t call her ¡°little mother¡±.  Yu Qingjia was confused, and Yu Wenjun was also in trouble.

    He really didn¡¯t pay attention to Murong Yan¡¯s nickname when he couldn¡¯t mention Wang Jue.  On weekdays, they would address Murong Yan as "Gongzi", but the few ministers who were close and related to him could call him "Mr. Langjun", without even thinking about calling him by his first name.  Murong Yan doesn't need a title because he won't use it at all.

    The scene was at a stalemate for a while, but Murong Yan's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Call me Jing Huan."

    "Huh?" Yu Qingjia thought the name was indescribably strange, "Is your surname Jing?"

    "Um."

    This surname was not very common in the Northern Dynasties. Yu Qingjia recited it silently twice, always feeling that something was strange.  She muttered to herself, "Sounds a bit like a man."

    Yu Wenjun glanced at Murong Yan quickly. Murong Yan was only thirteen years old when the East Palace Incident occurred. Although he had already been crowned king, he had no words.  Jing Huan Congmu was of the same generation as them. This was probably the name Murong Yan had given himself. Now that he was using it as a name to fool his daughter, he couldn't help it.  The name of the concubine he brought back was unknown, which was obviously unreasonable. It was better that Yu Qingjia did not raise any suspicion, but seeing his daughter being fooled so easily made Yu Wenjun feel unspeakably complicated.

    Yu Wenjun didn't want to stay on this topic and quickly broke the silence and said, "Now that everyone is here, let's order the kitchen to prepare food. Jinghuan has been tired for a day, so he can go back to his room to rest after eating."

    Yu Qingjia faintly called out: "Father."

    "What's wrong?"

    At that moment, Yu Qingjia's mind was filled with words such as sex that made her stupid, and having a stepmother would lead to a stepfather. She shook her head at Yu Wenjun, and then while her father was giving orders to the servants, she turned around and glared at Murong in a very unkind way.  Same as the eaves.

    She really didn¡¯t expect that it was a very beautiful vixen who came.

    Murong Yan caught Yu Qingjia's movements easily. There was no movement in his pupils, and he didn't even bother to give her a look.  When Yu Qingjia saw such a statement, he was undoubtedly even more angry.

    ????????????????? Yu Qingjia thought to herself, her father had been clean and tidy for so many years, and his backyard had always been clean. Could it be that after being suppressed for a long time, he would easily explode? The first time his father brought someone back, he was such a difficult character?

    The attendant quickly brought up the food table. At this time, following Zhou Han's etiquette, he still ate separately.  The dishes are placed on plates and placed on everyone's dining table.  Yu Qingjia walked to the dining hall and suddenly found that her food table had been removed, and two maids were carrying a new food table and placing it in her original place.

    Yu Qingjia was in disbelief: "Father?"

    "Jinghuan is your elder, so naturally you should respect him." Yu Wenjun waved to Yu Qingjia and motioned for her to sit on the other side, "You can sit down below."

    You must know that the status of concubines is very low now. Not to mention reselling them casually and giving them away. Even the concubines and concubines born out of concubines have no status.  It was not uncommon in the Northern Dynasties for wives to treat concubines like maids and concubines like slaves.  Now a concubine not only eats in the same room as the master's family, but also sits on the dining table higher than Yu Qingjia, the legitimate daughter. This is simply insulting.

    Yu Qingjia never thought that one day her father would do such things as spoiling his concubine and destroying his wife, and his sex would make him faint.? Everyone saw what happened to the prince later.  Unexpectedly, after the new emperor changed, he actually became more serious. He did not like to play in the palace, but liked to go to the folk to have fun.

    No wonder Yu Wenjun is worried. If things continue like this, which country will be able to hold on?  Even the foundation laid by gods cannot withstand such consumption.

    While Yu Wenjun was explaining to Yu Qingjia in a low voice, Murong Yan was eating slowly and elegantly on the side.  No matter what the purpose of Yu Wenjun's words was in front of him, Murong Yan remained unmoved, as if he was completely listening to the story of an unrelated person.

    After hearing this, Yu Qingjia's hair stood on end. She couldn't help but hug her trembling arms and muttered unintentionally: "This has been the case for generations. Is there a disease in their blood?"

    Yu Wenjun deliberately said these words to hint and remind Murong Yan, but when he heard his daughter's words, Yu Wenjun suddenly broke into a cold sweat in the late spring weather.  He glanced at Murong Yan quickly, then turned to look at Yu Qingjia seriously: "Jiajia, don't speak nonsense!"

    Yu Qingjia was shocked. She really felt that the royal family must have an ancestral disease. How could a normal person like killing and get excited when seeing blood?  But she didn't expect her father's reaction to be so big. She stared at her father blankly, unable to react for a while, while Yu Wenjun looked restless, his eyes constantly wandering between the two food tables on the left and right.

    Yu Wenjun is the master and eldest son. He sits at the top and in the middle, with two desks placed on the left and right sides.  The right is respected. Normally, Yu Qingjia would sit directly on his father's right hand side, but now that there was one more person, she was moved to the left. This caused Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan to sit face to face, and they could see each other when they raised their heads.  to each other.  Now Yu Wenjun's eyes were moving back and forth between the two desks, his face stiff, as if he wanted to say something but dared not say it.

    Murong Yan finally put down his chopsticks, raised his head and glanced in the direction of Yu Qingjia with a half-smile.  He turned his head and met Yu Wenjun's eyes. Facing Yu Wenjun's eyes that were obviously frightened, worried and frightened, Murong Yan smiled knowingly.

    This smile seemed to have sharp ice, which made Yu Wenjun's heart go cold.  Judging from Murong Yan's expression, he clearly understood what Yu Wenjun was worried about, and he also understood that what Yu Qingjia just said was disrespectful to the entire royal family and even his ancestors.

    The Murong family holds grudges the most, and Yu Wenjun feels very uneasy. Those who don¡¯t know are not guilty, not to mention that Jiajia is just a little girl who has not yet had her hair. The majestic King Langya should not care about a little girl, right?

    Probably not Yu Wenjun thought of Murong Yan's glorious "accomplishments" and became unsure.

    Yu Qingjia found that no one was talking in the hall. She looked around curiously and asked, "Father, what are you talking about?"

    Yu Wenjun looked away, with mixed feelings in his heart. Instead, Murong Yan cleaned his hands in the copper plate next to him, and slowly wiped the water stains on his fingers: "Partition walls have ears, don't say such things in the future."

    Yu Qingjia could hear her father heaving a sigh of relief from a distance. She obviously didn't understand why her father was so nervous. She asked strangely: "There are no outsiders here, and the servant is also an old slave in the family. He knows everything, why can't he tell me?"

    "The deposed prince thought the same way before he was reported." Murong Yan stood up first, nodded his chin Xuxu at the two of them, and walked out, "I'm going back to rest, you can do it yourself."

    Yu Qingjia subconsciously nodded in agreement, and when they were far away, she suddenly realized, that's not right, she is a young lady and Jing Huan is just a concubine, why should he be the one to give orders?

    Yu Qingjia couldn't help but glare at Murong Yan's back. Yu Wenjun stroked his beard and looked at Yu Qingjia deeply: "What a silly daughter of mine."

    Yu Qingjia quit immediately: "Father, what's wrong with you today? Not only do you favor Jinghuan everywhere, but now you call me stupid?"

    "Forget it." Yu Wenjun sighed, stood up and touched his daughter's furry hair, "Foolish people are lucky, go back and rest." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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