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Chapter 148 Reconciliation

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    Is Murong Yan inside?

    Yu Qingjia is still calm. She and Murong Yan have completely opposite attitudes when it comes to relationships. This matter will have to be faced sooner or later, so it¡¯s better to come sooner.

    Yu Qingjia said to Bai Rong and Bai Zhi: "I'm fine here. You all can go out."

    Bai Rong glanced inside and retreated silently. Bai Zhi secretly shook Yu Qingjia's hand and went out quietly.

    In an instant, the room full of servants and maids disappeared, and the candles on the lampstand burned quietly, covering the interior furnishings with a soft glaze.  Yu Qingjia calmed down, opened the curtain and walked inside.

    Murong Yan was standing in front of the bookshelf, flipping through the books. Yu Qingjia thought that there were her own annotations on them, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, and whispered: "Your Highness."

    The two of them spoke for the first time in a few days, and it turned out to be such an unfamiliar title.  Murong Yan felt violent, but his expression didn't show it at all. He just put down the book and said calmly: "I'm going to fight."

    Yu Qingjia was really stunned, and subconsciously blurted out: "But your injury"

    Hearing that Yu Qingjia was concerned about his injury, Murong Yan felt better.  For the first time in his life, Murong Yan had the idea that he should be injured more in the future.

    Murong Yan said: "No matter what happens, no one will die."

    Yu Qingjia¡¯s eyebrows were slightly twisted. She clearly knew that Murong Yan was deliberately trying to be pitiful, but who made her really get caught?  After all, Yu Qingjia was unwilling to let him get hurt, and sighed: "Didn't I ask Bai Rong to give you medicine for your injury? Why is it not healed yet?"

    If Bai Rong were here, she would definitely shed a few tears of sadness.  She accepted Yu Qingjia's order and delivered medicine to Murong Yan every day. However, Murong Yan became increasingly unhappy when he saw that the person who came was not Yu Qingjia.  Bai Rongjia was in a dilemma, not to mention how painful she was.

    Yu Qingjia raised her eyebrows and immediately asked, "Are you useless?"

    There was no need to wait for Murong Yan's answer. Seeing his expression, Yu Qingjia had already guessed the answer.  She was angry and anxious, and couldn't help scolding Murong Yan: "How old are you, why are you still acting like a child? You're taking it out on your own body!"

    Murong Yan didn't take it seriously and said: "No problem." After saying that, he went around to the other side to get the armor. His armor was forged from fine iron. The scales were fine and strong, making it invulnerable. Correspondingly, there was another shortcoming, heavy.

    Murong Yan had an uncooperative expression. When he picked up the armor with one hand, his eyebrows twisted quickly.  Although he immediately returned to his cold and indifferent expression, Yu Qingjia still saw him.

    Yu Qingjia was worried that he was injured by a heavy object, causing the wound on his side to split.  Murong Yan was about to go on an expedition, and Yu Qingjia couldn't worry about him leaving with injuries.  Yu Qingjia asked: "What's wrong? Is the wound torn?"

    Murong Yan was too lazy to answer and was about to walk out with the things. His uncooperative look made Yu Qingjia even more anxious. She quickly stopped him and tried to take the things from his hands: "Wait a minute, you can't be careless about your injury."

    People like Yu Qingjia who did not divide the grains and grains really stopped when they stopped Murong Rongyan.  Yu Qingjia snatched Murong Yan's armor with his hands, only holding part of it and it was almost dodged.  Murong Yan quickly pulled back with quick eyes and hands. After all this tossing, Murong Yan's face turned pale again.

    Yu Qingjia knew that this time his wound would be torn apart even if it was fine, so she quickly touched Murong Yan's waist: "How are you?"

    When Yu Qingjia saw the armor, he became angry and said, "If you still have it, throw it to the ground. Someone will pick it up later." As he said this, Yu Qingjia went to take out the medicine box, placed bottles and cans around, and pressed the button forcibly.  He sat on the collapse with Murong's eaves.  Murong Yan said nothing and let Yu Qingjia play with it. Yu Qingjia opened the medicine bottle and put it aside, then half-knelt on the bed and reached out to take Murong Yan's clothes.

    When Yu Qingjia got started, she was still mumbling, why is the vixen so well-behaved today?  She had bandaged his wounds many times, but every time he was either pinching or refusing to cooperate, or he was dishonest and waiting for an opportunity to take advantage. It was the only time in his life that he was allowed to be manipulated like this.  Yu Qingjia thought to herself as she untied her clothes to the innermost layer. She saw blood on the bandage at a glance. All her doubts disappeared and she even blamed herself for misunderstanding Murong Yan.

    "It's bleeding. Does the wound hurt?" Yu Qingjia blamed herself and felt distressed, her eyes welled up with water, and she looked at Murong Yan with a watery look, as if she wanted to touch but didn't dare to.

    Murong Yan was immoral in all five elements, and it was rare that he felt a little pain in his conscience at this moment.  It's a pity that this bit of conscience is like a mud cow entering the ocean and disappearing in an instant.  He picked up his coat casually and said, "It doesn't matter, it's not a big deal."

    "How can this not be a big deal?"After leaving, the remaining maids looked at each other and smiled.  Yu Qingjia looked at her nose and heart, pretending she didn't hear anything.

    The maids didn¡¯t dare to go too far, they all saw through it without saying anything, and silently helped Yu Qing Jiawan¡¯s hair.  Bai Rong took out a new set of hairpin rings from the jewelry box and whispered in her heart that the head of the hosta was broken, how intense this must be.

    In March, Emperor Wuping¡¯s national mourning ended, and Yecheng once again played and had fun every night.  The wealthy people in the city were busy enjoying themselves, and the previous dynasty was not easy either. The expedition to the Northern Zhou Dynasty was a foregone conclusion, and the six tribes were busy preparing for war, and they were very busy.

    On the sixth day of April, the Qin Tianjian offered sacrifices to the sky and sent a hundred thousand troops of the Northern Qi Dynasty to the expedition.

    This battle was no small matter. Geng Di led the three armies on the left, Xu Ang led the three armies on the right, Murong Yan personally led the 30,000-strong Chinese army, He Guang accompanied him as the staff officer of the Chinese army, and Xing Zhang led the rear army to provide food and grass.  The three military formations in the front, center and right each include cavalry, infantry, heavy armor, crossbowmen, etc., each with different emphasis according to the style of the commander.  The tense and solemn atmosphere of war preparations in the court also affected the nobles in the city who were enjoying themselves to death. Seeing these hundreds of thousands of powerful cavalry, others also became solemn unconsciously.

    The night before the expedition, Murong Yan hugged Yu Qingjia over and over again. As soon as she closed her eyes, it was time for Murong Yan to set off.  Murong Yan originally didn't want anyone to wake her up, but Yu Qingjia still forced herself to get up and personally put on the black armor and the golden hair crown for him.

    Murong Yan wore silver armor and a silver crown when he raised troops from the six towns. Among the thousands of troops, he was the only one who was handsome and handsome, as beautiful as an immortal.  Now Murong Yan has experienced two emperors and has become the uncle of the current emperor and the regent in charge of the court.  The color of his armor is dark black, without any other colors. The golden crown on his head is luxurious and solemn. Black and gold collide together, and the killing aura rushes towards his face.

    Yu Qingjia personally dressed him up. Many maids and servants were solemnly displayed on both sides, holding their breaths. No one dared to speak.  Yu Qingjia placed her slender fingers on the cold black armor, feeling an unspeakable desire to cause destruction.

    Yu Qingjia fastened the last piece of armor. She took a step back, smiled and said to Murong Yan, "Okay."

    "I'm waiting for you to come back."

    Murong Yan was silent. He stared at Yu Qingjia for a long time, then suddenly leaned over and hugged her with such force that it hurt Yu Qingjia.  Fortunately, Murong Yan quickly let go. He said good in a low voice, picked up the sword beside him, and walked out quickly.

    Outside the city, the three armies had been waiting for a long time. Because the emperor was young, the three armies and three divisions sent the regent uncle to the expedition on behalf of the emperor.  The Grand Master poured the wine himself and sent Murong Yan off.  Yu Qingjia stood on the city gate with a curtain and watched this scene from a distance.

    Murong Yan did not drink alcohol, so the lieutenant beside him drank all the wine in one gulp and threw a glass as an oath.  The army behind him suddenly let out an earth-shattering trumpet sound. Murong Yan nodded to several veterans and got on his horse. His movements were neat and powerful, as if the armor weighed nothing on him.

    The civil and military personnel of the entire dynasty and the 100,000-strong army stood on the ground, slightly raising their heads, looking at Murong Yan who was sitting on the horse.  The war horse had been waiting for a long time, and it suddenly paved its hooves excitedly. Murong Yan held the reins with one hand, and the sun shone on the black armor, casting a dazzling light.

    Murong Yan raised his hand and moved his lips slightly: "Let's set off."

    Yu Qingjia could not describe the shock of that moment. Thousands of troops and horses were as silent as iron, but because of his words, like thunder, they all mounted their horses with a rumble. The infantry raised their weapons and walked towards the direction of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

    This is the regent of the Northern Qi Dynasty. He has overwhelming power, is young and energetic, and is unparalleled in the world.

    The wind was strong above the city gate, and Yu Qingjia stood there for who knows how long. The knee-length curtain fence fluttered, revealing a section of the princess's complicated and gorgeous clothes.  Dozens of maids followed Yu Qingjia. Bai Rong whispered: "Princess, the wind is getting strong."

    Yu Qingjia nodded slightly and said, "Let's go." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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