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Chapter 7 Betrayal

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    Qingzhou and Yanzhou are thousands of miles apart. At this time, Qingzhou is still shrouded in mist and rain.

    The rain was pattering outside, and Yu Qingjia held her chin up to watch the rain.  Outside the window, raindrops slid down from the eaves, hitting the bluestone slab one after another, splashing many thin puddles.  It rained suddenly today. The master who teaches classics and history was probably delayed by the rain and has not come yet.

    Yu Qingjia watched the rain for a while and felt bored, so she folded the paper into various shapes and played with it.  A gust of wind blew in from the window, and the water vapor was moist. Yu Qingjia didn't have time to react, and the paper ball in her hand flew to the other side.

    Murong Yan didn't even turn around, he grabbed the paper ball accurately.  He took a look at it and found that the thing that attacked him was just a ball of paper. He was obviously speechless at Yu Qingjia's actions. He didn't even raise his eyes and threw it back with his backhand.

    Yu Qingjia was unexpectedly hit in the head. She was stunned for a moment, then crumpled the paper at hand into another ball and threw it towards Murong Yan.

    The skill of throwing paper balls lies in the strength. Sometimes the harder you are, the harder it is to throw it.  The paper ball that contained all of Yu Qingjia's anger only flew halfway before falling to the ground. Murong Yan looked back, not even bothering to hide the disdain in his eyes.

    In fact, he has never concealed it.

    Yu Qingjia gritted her teeth: "Don't be too arrogant. Aren't you afraid that my father and I will sue you and make you have a hard time in the future?"

    "Do whatever you want."

    "Youit's useless for me to worry about whether you got sick that day. It seems like you are so heartless."

    Murong Yan then remembered that Yu Qingjia's hand seemed to have been scratched a few days ago.  He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the back of her hand was wrapped in several layers of white cloth.  No matter how much it hurts, why would it be like this?

    Murong Yan is born to be a person without empathy. Others will pity the poor babies when they see them, but Murong Yan does not.  Poverty, loneliness, and death are all their own business, so why should they feel pity?  As for Yu Qingjia's injury, what does it have to do with him.

    Murong Yan was cold and silent, and Yu Qingjia was too lazy to talk to the vixen.  She stared at the vast rain outside the window and murmured: "Master hasn't come for so long. Could it be that something happened on the road?"

    Yu Qingjia heard a very light and cold laugh coming from behind her, and she turned around with displeasure: "What do you mean? Dear master of heaven and earth, you must respect your master's principles."

    "Respect the teacher and respect the doctrine." Murong Yan repeated these four words slowly. His appearance was quite elegant with ambiguous gender. When he spoke in a low voice, his voice was cold and indifferent, which inadvertently reminded people of the endless silk and bamboo.  At the banquet, the nobles were extravagant and lustful to the extreme and fell quickly.  After Murong Yan finished reading these four words, he smiled softly: "Do you know how the deposed prince died?"

    "I was reported by a villain."

    "By whom?"

    Yu Qingjia was confused. Every day she heard Yu Wenjun angrily scold the treacherous servants for gossiping and framed Zhongliang. Of course, she naturally stood on the side of the former prince.  But Yu Qingjia didn't know what was going on.

    There was a faint smile on Murong Yan's lips. He sat in front of the desk, one hand casually resting on the desk, his eyes dark and invisible: "It's his teacher."

    The sound of rain outside the window was mixed with the sound of rain. Yu Qingjia thought she heard wrongly: "What?"

    But Murong Yan had no idea to continue talking.  The fact that the prince can live in the East Palace shows that he is not a fool and would talk nonsense about government affairs anywhere.  When he said those words that day, he really felt that everyone present was absolutely trustworthy.

    But who could have known that his teacher would be frightened after hearing this. If the prince's words were reported, wouldn't all of them, the listeners, be in trouble?  In this case, it's better for him to report it.

    The murder case in the East Palace started from here.

    Murong Yan had already turned his gaze back to his scroll, but Yu Qingjia looked at him and could not look away for a long time.

    What does Murong Yan mean by these words?  She slowly glanced at the top desk belonging to the Master, and suddenly felt shuddering.

    Yu Qingjia silently touched her arm, where goose bumps already appeared.  If Murong Yan looked angry and disdainful, Yu Qingjia would still think it was normal, but he was so casual, as if he was telling a joke.

    When did her father¡¯s tastes become so strong?  Father actually likes femme fatales?

    Later, the master hurried over holding an umbrella. No one knew about this little episode before class, and the scroll was turned over quietly.

    But how could what happened really leave no trace? After class, Yu Qingjia¡¯s eyes towards Murong Yan had changed from hostility toTears, the evil woman is right, what is the use of her crying?  However, she knew in her heart that she couldn't control the crying in her voice. She shouted at Murong Yan's back: "Stop."

    Murong Yan ignored him and continued walking forward. Yu Qingjia became angry and quickly caught up with him and grabbed his arm: "Stop."

    Yu Qingjia didn¡¯t know why Murong Yan was so strong as a woman. They were only one year apart, but Yu Qingjia couldn¡¯t match Murong Yan at all.  Murong Yan shook it a few times and found that he couldn't get rid of the piece of brown sugar, so he ignored it and continued to move forward.  Yu Qingjia grabbed Murong Yan's arm with both hands, and his whole body was pulled forward.

    Yu Qingjia was anxious and angry. In a panic, she saw the pillar next to her, and an idea flashed in her mind.  She quickly rushed to the pillar, wrapped her hands around the thick wooden pillar, and trapped Murong Yan's hand tightly: "I see how you can leave now!"

    Murong Yan felt the unusual soft touch on her arm, and her expression suddenly changed.

    "Let go!" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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