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    Murong Yan was sitting peacefully, and he was looking at Yu Qingjia. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he leaned forward and asked, "What do you think I mean?"

    Murong Yan and Yu Wenjun were sitting opposite each other, with a slender table in front of them.  When Yu Qingjia brought the tea, he sat next to the two people.  Now that Murong Yan was suddenly approaching, Yu Qingjia was unprepared and subconsciously wanted to move back.  However, Murong Yan refused. As soon as he stretched out his arms, he grabbed Yu Qingjia. Yu Qingjia wanted to stand up but failed. She fell back to the ground, her back was unstable and she couldn't help but lean back.  Murong Yan put his arm on her side and looked down at her deeply.

    Yu Qingjia was very embarrassed. Murong Yan was leaning on top of her. As long as Yu Qingjia stood up, she would bump into him.  Yu Qingjia had no choice but to lean back as much as possible and said, "You are moody and petty. How do I know what you mean?"

    Yu Qingjia couldn¡¯t rely on her strength in this position, so she could only rely on the strength of her waist to support her.  At this time, Yu Qingjia regretted that she had neglected to exercise. Her waist was about to break in such a posture.  Murong Yan's face was lying above him, and Yu Qingjia would touch him accidentally. Yu Qingjia secretly held her breath and tried her best to maintain this difficult position.

    The movement of lowering the waist lasted for a long time, and the silver tassel beads on the head were overwhelmed and suddenly slipped from the hair.  Murong Yan had already noticed that her bun was loose. He bent down and put one arm on Yu Qingjia's side. The other arm was wrapped around her, around her back just enough to catch the falling beads.

    The wide sleeves hung down due to Murong Yan's movements, isolating Yu Qingjia's world into a shadow.  Yu Qingjia's eyes widened and she felt a little startled when she looked at Murong Yan's cheek so close.

    Yu Qingjia was distracted and forgot to hold her breath and exert strength. The strength in her waist immediately relaxed and she almost fell to the ground.  Murong Yan's arms were still wrapped around Yu Qingjia's back, catching her firmly. In this way, it seemed as if Yu Qingjia took the initiative to throw herself into his arms.

    Murong Yan finally couldn't help but laugh. He tightened his arms and hugged Yu Qingjia with one hand.

    It was also a position that was difficult to rely on, so Murong Yan was very calm and easily straightened Yu Qingjia.  Yu Qingjia felt embarrassed and immediately wanted to move back after sitting upright, but Murong Yan's hand suddenly held her down.  He looked at her bun and said casually, "Don't move."

    Yu Qingjia felt a slight chill in her hair. Murong Yan straightened her bun, gently inserted the pearl flowers into her hair, and the tassels jingled behind her ears.  Yu Qingjia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but think of Murong Yan's words just now.  He asked what she thought he meant.

    Yu Qingjia lowered her eyes, Murong Yan arranged the beaded flowers, then straightened up and sat back down.  The two of them were speechless, while the boiling water gurgled in the small tea stove.  Murong Yan looked at the snow outside the window, and his jawline curved into a beautiful curve: "I have never been afraid of death before. Blood and glory are one."

    Yu Qingjia asked subconsciously: "What about now?"

    Murong Yan looked back at Yu Qingjia and said, "I'm still not afraid, but I'm starting to feel unwilling to do so."

    "Not willing to give in?" Yu Qingjia didn't know why. Murong Yan was not afraid of taking risks, and even enjoyed the excitement of life and death. Yu Qingjia had already seen it when he was escaping in the dense forest.  But why are you unwilling?  Yu Qingjia thought for a while and asked, "Are you unwilling to accept the feud between your parents?"

    "Parents' family feud?" Murong Yan laughed after hearing this. He shook his head, but his tone was indifferent, "Of course I won't make it easy for them, but the winner is the king and the loser is the thief. If you lose, you lose, so you won't be unwilling.  "

    After Murong Yan finished speaking, he finally turned his gaze back from the snow outside the window and looked at Yu Qingjia quietly.  He has never been afraid of death. Even the paranoid in his heart yearns for darkness and destruction. Death is the last carnival of his life for him.  But now he is unwilling to accept it.  Faction disputes are gradually rising in the capital. It is conceivable that the war is not far away. The opportunity they have been waiting for for a long time to raise troops may be coming soon.

    His future is uncertain. The whole world knows that the deposed prince's youngest son is still alive. The whole world knows that King Langya will one day appear. Even though Yu Wenjun and others are full of enthusiasm and actively working for it, Murong Yan  Knowing that what he faced was only a meager possibility like a spark of fluorescence.  A coup is easy, but it is not a simple matter to rebel and bring down the uncle who has already ascended the throne.

    When Murong Yan escaped from the bloody accident in the East Palace three years ago, he thought that if he died, he would die and let him live in anonymity for the rest of his life. He would rather his enemies be infamy for eternity than let the whole world live in peace.  But now Murong Yan began to be unwilling to give in. He had been in the Yu family for nearly a year, and suddenly saw the possibility of another life.  He thought, what would it be like if Yu Qingjia accompanied him all his life in the future???I always felt unwilling to die without getting it, especially when Murong Yan thought that if he died early, this possibility would have to be given to other men.

    Murong Yan just imagined it in her mind and found it completely unacceptable.  Yu Qingjia looked at Murong Yan with a deep look, and finally remembered something, and her eyes became more and more terrifying.  Yu Qingjia was frightened, touched him quietly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

    Murong Yan suddenly reached out and held Yu Qingjia's hand. Yu Qingjia wanted to pull it out, but couldn't move at all.  Murong Yan stared at her and said slowly: "Remember, you also promised me something."

    Yu Qingjia was slightly stunned, and after a while she remembered that Murong Yan was referring to their agreement that night.  At that time, they had just returned from King Yingchuan's banquet. The wound on Murong Yan's body collapsed, and Yu Qingjia bandaged the wound for him.  Perhaps it was because people's defenses were weak late at night, but even when Murong Yan was injured, he was willing to come back and play a long song with her. In fact, Yu Qingjia was particularly touched.  It was at that time that Yu Qingjia quietly opened up his world and told him about the system and Yu Qingya.

    After that, Yu Qingjia made an appointment. When all the uncertainties passed and Murong Yan was willing to tell him his name, Yu Qingjia told him about her dream about her previous life.  At that time, Yu Qingjia deceived herself and regarded Murong Yan as a friend, but now at this time and on this occasion, Murong Yan suddenly mentioned their agreement, which was obviously not what friends should do.

    Yu Qingjia seemed to understand a little, but seemed to understand nothing.  Murong Yan nodded. He was more accustomed to getting it by himself than making promises and promises.  He said such words just for An Yu Qingjia's heart and to remind her by the way.

    Murong Yan never asked himself to keep his promise, but he asked Yu Qingjia to do the opposite.  Whatever Yu Qingjia said, he would take it seriously.

    Yu Qingjia did not point it out, but the dark clouds that had been blocking her heart for many days were swept away.  She pretended not to hear and looked down at her tea cup, but she couldn't help but smile on her face.

    The snow fell on the eaves and made a rustling sound. The fragrance of tea lingered in the room. The sharp and beautiful young man stood upright and said something to the side of him. The pretty girl curled her lips slightly, but she smiled when she lowered her head.  .

    When the tea boiled, Yu Qingjia threw the water away and asked, "Do you want new tea?"

    Murong Yan raised his eyebrows: "Did you make tea?"

    Yu Qingjia¡¯s cheeks turned red as she thought of the salt cubes she added to Murong Yan¡¯s cup.  Thinking about it now, she felt that she was naive, especially when the mistress exposed her face to face.  Yu Qingjia's cheeks turned red, and she glared at Murong Yan unconvincingly, her eyes swaying, and she looked at Shenfei: "Who said it was my fever?"

    Murong Yan looked at her and smiled, and motioned to her with his eyes: "How about you come and give it a try?"

    Yu Qingjia subconsciously wanted to refute, but was speechless.  She simply stood up, sat behind the tea set, and said, "You're looking down on me, I'll just make another pot."

    There is fresh snow outside the window, and the steam is rising from the tea stove.  Murong Yan found it interesting as he watched Yu Qingjia clean her hands and add water and tea one by one.  He also sat next to Yu Qingjia and handed Yu Qingjia the tea set according to his memory.  Yu Qingjia saw that he got it just right every time, and asked in surprise: "You can also make tea?"

    Murong Yan shook his head. Murong has a compound surname, and his ancestor was once a branch of the Xianbei tribe.  Drinking tea is a habit passed down from the Southern Dynasties, and the exquisite and delicate work of cooking tea is even more rare. Murong Yan certainly does not have this hobby.  In contrast, he was more accustomed to buttermilk.

    Yu Qingjia was even more surprised when she heard Murong Yan's answer: "Then why do you know the process of making tea? My father learned it from a master tea connoisseur, and then taught it to me. How come you also know it?"

    "I don't know." Murong Yan handed her the tea set and said, "But I remember the order you just ordered."

    Yu Qingjia was stunned for a moment and asked, "Weren't you talking to your father at that time? How could you notice such a thing?"

    "I'm just talking in passing." Murong Yan said calmly. With Yu Qingjia here, everyone else was just a background to him.  Of course, every move she made was under his attention.

    Yu Qingjia's cheeks felt a little hot. She glanced at Murong Yan quickly and said, "How about I teach you how to make tea?"

    "Okay." Murong Yan agreed happily. He didn't like tea, and he probably wouldn't use it in the future. No one in the world was qualified to let him make tea.  However, as long as Yu Qingjia likes something, he must understand it.

    Yu Qingjia sat to the side, pouring water skillfully while explaining the techniques of each process to Murong Yan.  The snow fell silently, Bai Rong took Yu Qingjia's cloak and came over. She stood outside the house and looked at it, then exited silently.

    The world inside is too harmonious. Bai Rong has never seen the young master with such a gentle expression. In her impression, the young master has always been cold and rational, and decisive in killing.  As time passed, they also forgot that Murong Yan was actually just a fifteen-year-old boy.

    Bai Rong retreated quietly, not wanting to break the atmosphere between the two of them.  She stood outside the corridor with her cloak in her arms, a fine snow falling, and Bai Rong suddenly felt a feeling of wishing that time would slow down a bit.

    The young master has been burdened with the hatred of his country and his family at a young age. When the war breaks out again in the future, he will rush to the battlefield before he is even weak.  The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and I don¡¯t know how long it will take for the uprising to succeed. How long can the peaceful life of the young master and the sixth lady last?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)He also forgot that Murong Yan was actually just a fifteen-year-old boy.

    Bai Rong retreated quietly, not wanting to break the atmosphere between the two of them.  She stood outside the corridor with her cloak in her arms, a fine snow falling, and Bai Rong suddenly felt a feeling of wishing that time would slow down a bit.

    The young master has been burdened with the hatred of his country and his family at a young age. When the war breaks out again in the future, he will rush to the battlefield before he is even weak.  The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and I don¡¯t know how long it will take for the uprising to succeed. How long can the peaceful life of the young master and the sixth lady last?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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