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Chapter 138 The bridal chamber

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    Last night was their first night of marriage, and Murong Yan left suddenly.  Yu Qingjiaming knew that the situation outside was complicated and Murong Yan might not come back soon. It would be wise for her to remove her makeup and go to bed early.  But Yu Qingjia inexplicably wanted to wait a little longer. The sky turned from dusk to pitch black, and the watch was louder and louder in the middle of the night. The maids came to persuade her several times, but Yu Qingjia said every time: "Wait a little longer."

    She sent all the maids away and sat alone on the bed reading a book. She didn't know when the book in her hand slipped to the ground, and Yu Qingjia fell asleep leaning on the bedpost.  When she opened her eyes again, she saw Murong Yan.  Yu Qingjia thought at first that she had not woken up. After looking at her carefully, she realized that the person in front of her was still there, and she realized that she was not dreaming. This was indeed Murong Yan.

    Yu Qingjia quickly sat up. Because she had slept for too long, her arms were numb, and she couldn't find the strength to stand up suddenly.  Yu Qingjia's body swayed, and Murong Yan supported her in time. Yu Qingjia held Murong Yan's hand and said angrily: "Why didn't you call anyone when you came back? It was silent, I don't even know."

    Murong Yan looked deeply at Yu Qingjia in the darkness. When he left the Tongque Terrace, the fire was soaring into the sky. From the main hall to the pontoon bridge, each soldier held a torch in his hand, and the smell of smoke was immersed in a strong smell of rust.  , burning with blood and fire.  When he walked down the steps, sparks came into his eyes. Murong Yan reached out to cover his eyes, and another piece of fire unexpectedly appeared in front of his eyes.  In the Yu family mansion, Bai Lu knelt on the stone slab, lowered her head and said, "Your Highness, this subordinate deserves to die."

    The other voice clearly had a premonition of something, but still deceived itself and asked: "Where is she?"

    "Sixth Lady passed away."

    Murong Yan's heart was in severe pain. He couldn't even imagine what it would be like if he climbed back from the mountain of swords and the sea of ??fire and finally went to the Yu family to meet the girl he liked, only to be told that she was dead.  The scene did not end here, but Murong Yan forced herself to wake up from the illusion.  These are all false. He and Yu Qingjia are already married. She will stay with him for a long time in the future. Even death cannot separate them.

    Murong Yan left the palace without saying a word, drove his horse back to the palace like crazy without slowing down.  However, when he finally arrived at the wedding room, Murong Yan did not dare to go in for a long time. He was afraid that as soon as he opened the door, he would wake up from this dream.  The cold, dark room would tell him that it was all a lie.

    Before today, Murong Yan didn't know that she could have such weak emotions as being close to home.  He stood in the dew for a long time, until there was a faint sound from the rooms on both sides, as if one of the maids got up to see what was going on outside, Murong Yan finally took a step forward and walked into the house.

    The room was not completely silent as he had imagined, but instead there were bright red brocades hung everywhere, wedding candles were halfway burned, and tears were flowing quietly.  Behind the screen, the bed curtain was half-opened, and a lamp illuminated the ground dimly.

    Murong Yan approached slowly. He had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. Even men who had been trained in the military would find it difficult to detect him, let alone the sleeping Yu Qingjia?  Yu Qingjia leaned on the bedpost, her exquisite dark clothes stacked from the bed to the footrest, calm, beautiful and undefended.  Murong Yan sat next to her, not daring to reach out and touch her face for a while.  He didn't know whether this scene was real or just his imagination.

    There was obviously no sound, but Yu Qingjia woke up strangely.  She opened her eyes and looked at him drowsily. She blinked hard several times before she finally seemed to react: "Are you back?"

    The tension in Murong Yan's mind suddenly broke. How he hoped that in the world he saw in his dream, after he asked the question "Where is she?", Yu Qingjia could answer him: "You are back."

    And it¡¯s definitely not cold, she¡¯s dead.

    Yu Qingjia had just woken up, and before she could think clearly, her whole body was suddenly hugged with force.  Murong Yan hugged her shoulders tightly and said, "You said you would never leave me."

    Yu Qingjia was shocked at first, but when she heard this, a pain gradually filled her heart.  She put her arms around Murong Yan's waist and said, "I can't."

    "you swear."

    "I swear, I will not leave you unless"

    Before Yu Qingjia could finish speaking, Murong Yan suddenly blocked her mouth.  Yu Qingjia's eyes widened, her eyelashes fluttering like small fans, and she stared at Murong Yan blankly, forgetting how to react.  Murong Yan checked that there were no wounds on Yu Qingjia's mouth. He couldn't explain his regret but let her go happily, and rubbed her lips with his fingertips: "It's lipstick. The lipstick is too sweet and doesn't taste as good as yours."

    Yu Qingjia blinked, her brain finally recovered, and she pushed Murong Yan away with a red face: "Rogue, what are you talking about!"

    Murong Yan looked disdainfully and said, "Rogue? Then I'll just be honest."Extreme strength will lead to humiliation, and extreme wisdom will lead to injury. Yu Qingjia knew that Murong Yan looked cold-blooded and proud, but in fact he could not bear the loss.  He is cold and cold, but if he cares about something, it is to integrate it into the blood of the bones and muscles. Once it is lost, it will hurt the muscles and bones.  The feeling of leaving with full expectations, only to receive the most terrible bad news, must have had a huge impact on him.

    Yu Qingjia knew that Murong Yan was insecure, so she could only try to comfort him, support him, and express her attitude with actions.  Yu Qingjia's heart gradually softened. She put her arms around Murong Yan's neck, leaned her side face against his chest, and said, "We are husband and wife, and we have no doubt about our love. We were born in the same quilt and died in the same hole. I will not leave.  you."

    Murong Yan felt itchy in his heart, a little painful and numb. He hugged Yu Qingjia tighter and said, "Okay."

    Yu Qingjia let him hug her quietly for a while, but finally couldn't bear it any longer, slowly twisted her waist, and looked around for a way out: "It's getting late, I have to remove my makeup, and I have to worship in the temple tomorrow."

    "I'll call my maid."

    "Wait a minute." Yu Qingjia pulled Murong Yan and said, "They are all asleep. They have been busy all day. There is no need to wake them up for this kind of thing. I can just do it myself."

    Murong Yan had no objection. No one came to disturb him and Yu Qingjia when they were alone. Of course he wanted it.  Murong Yan carried Yu Qingjia to the dressing table, and under Yu Qingjia's command, he removed the hairpin ring from her bun.  Murong Yan dipped a handkerchief in water and wiped the cinnabar on Yu Qingjia's eyebrows bit by bit.  Murong Yan's regular breathing hit her eyebrows, and his tone was cold, not hiding his disdain: "This flower is not good at painting, so it's better for me to do it."

    Yu Qingjia glanced at him and said, "It's easy, why don't you try it?"

    Murong Yan threw the handkerchief back into the copper basin, and for some reason there was something meaningful in his smile: "Of course I want to try, but not now."

    Yu Qingjia didn't even react, her body suddenly rose into the air.  She subconsciously exclaimed, and soon all that was left was a helpless whine.  The bed curtains slowly dropped, and another drop of candle tears fell on the two red candles as thick as arms.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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