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Chapter 32 Willing

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    Yu Qingjia¡¯s eyes widened, as if deliberately provocative, and said: ¡°Teach you benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, and trustworthiness, and learn the righteousness of a gentleman.¡±

    She does not believe that there are students in the world who cannot be taught well and people who are astray and cannot be influenced.  She must push Murong Yan back to the right path.

    Murong Yan¡¯s eyebrows moved slightly, and he lowered his head to look at his hand. Because Yu Qingjia deliberately provoked trouble, the books with an old smell were scattered everywhere, and the pages Murong Yan was reading were also covered.  He really felt that Yu Qingjia was very childish, and only a three-year-old would use this method of revenge.

    Murong Yan really didn't want to respond to such a feeble-minded provocation, but Yu Qingjia got excited. She folded her clothes and sat across from her, upright, with a serious look on her face: "Since father has taken you back to our home, even if you are half a member of the Yu family, we will not  What do you want me to ask for? But when others talk about you in the future, my father's reputation cannot be ruined. You are careless about human life, ruthless and unjust, and still refuse to repent. Is this what a gentleman does? My father is passionate and upright, and is widely respected.  His good reputation for half his life must not be ruined by you. So from now on, I will supervise your reading. These books are all written by famous sages in history. My father also marked them with annotations. As long as you read them sincerely, you will definitely learn a lot.  Helpful.¡±

    Murong Yan¡¯s eyes moved when he heard the first sentence. When he heard the second sentence, he no longer even had the heart to pretend.  He thought to himself that since Yu Qingjia had been reading "People are by nature good" since childhood, he might have become a fool.

    Although Murong Yan didn't seem to care, Yu Qingjia was not discouraged, and even personally picked out a pile of books, took out one of the volumes, untied the rope and spread it flat in front of Murong Yan, completely suppressing Murong Yan's original  of that book.  Murong Yan picked it up with one hand and was about to throw it away. Yu Qingjia said "Ah" and rushed to stop it: "This is my father's book, you are not allowed to throw it away!"

    Yu Qingjia was half-kneeling on the collapse, supporting the bookcase with one hand and reaching for the book in Murong Yan's hand with the other.  When Murong Yan heard what Yu Qingjia said, he didn't really throw the book away, but let Yu Qingjia hold his wrist and drag it back to the case.  Yu Qingjia patted the book distressedly and laid it out again. Her eyes were like a deer's, full of expectation and encouragement.

    Murong Yan and Yu Qingjia faced off for a while, but were finally defeated.  Forget it, he won't take it seriously with idiots. Since she has wishful thinking, just browse through it to pass the time.

    Seeing that Murong Yan seemed to be softening, Yu Qingjia immediately smiled, stood up and took away the volume below.  This was the book Murong Yan was reading just now. Yu Qingjia pushed it away curiously and looked at it. Pointing to the handwriting on it, he asked, "Did you write this?"

    "Um."

    Yu Qingjia sighed lowly and fiddled with Murong Yan's handwriting with increasing surprise.  Murong Yan watched Yu Qingjia holding his book and reading, and felt a strange feeling in her heart for some reason, as if a hand had touched her heart somewhere.  Murong Yan looked at it silently for a while and asked, "Why are you back again?"

    Yu Qingjia pretended not to hear and continued to fiddle with the scroll. Murong Yan was not in a hurry and just looked at her quietly and unwillingly.  After a while, Yu Qingjia couldn't stand the sight of him anymore, curled his lips and said, "I don't want to go outside to see those people."

    " Mr. Yu, Yu Qingya, and King Yingchuan are each more annoying than the other, so she doesn't want to go out.

    Murong Yan was really a little surprised. When he was in the East Palace, he had a crowd of fans who responded to his call. No matter where he went, he enjoyed the attention and admiration of everyone as a matter of course. Therefore, Murong Yan instinctively felt that everyone loves to be strong.  No one will refuse power, even if the man is ugly, pot-bellied, or even 70 or 80 years old, as long as he has wealth and power, women will flock to him.

    Murong Yan doesn¡¯t believe in feelings, doesn¡¯t believe in loyalty, let alone any true love between husband and wife.  He only knows that no matter how sincere he is, when he meets a more powerful person, he will weigh it and choose power.  Obviously, now Murong Xu is the latter. By the way, this person is of the right age and has a good appearance. Only Murong Xu shows interest and no woman will refuse.

    Liao Zheng is like this, and Yu Qingjia will be like this too.

    "A maid knows how to secretly seek refuge with her more favored master and climb up the ladder at all costs. If this is true for a maid, let alone these rich ladies?  Now the unengaged girls of the Yu family must have been dressed up by their mother and sent to pay their respects to Mr. Yu at the right time. However, Yu Qingjia was not in a hurry. No one came to inform her, so she became more and more leisurely.

    "Why?" Murong Yan asked.  Why did he choose to come back to find him between Murong Xu, who was at the height of his powers and worthy of being satisfied?

    Yu Qingjia didn't take it seriously, and while flipping through the book, he said: "Laojun's place must be very lively now. One more person is not a lot, and I don't think there is one less person."; When did Murong Yan accept defective products? Or was it someone else who made a mistake and sent them away casually because he didn't want them? Murong Yan said coldly: "No."

    Yu Qingjia ignored it and lay on the table and waved it in front of his eyes: "Look, I just made a wrong line, but it actually still works."

    "No."

    Yu Qingjia is a mess and tries her best to promote her failed handicrafts.  Murong Yan was extremely annoyed. Although she responded sparingly, she did not turn another page of the book in her hand.  After a while, Yu Qingjia made a unilateral decision and gave the Luozi in his hand to Murong Yan.  She was satisfied, because she knew that what she had in her hands was not for her own use, so when she made up the next time, she became more and more free to do whatever she wanted, just to watch.  The sun shone quietly on the two of them. The fallen trees were rustling in the late autumn, but the sun was surprisingly warm.  Yu Qingjia leaned for a while, feeling sleepy under the warm sunshine. She covered her lips and yawned, her eyes filled with water: "I feel so sleepy."

    Murong Yan wanted to say whether you were a pig, but Yu Qingjia was already leaning on the desk and squinting her eyes.  A colorful semi-finished product was hooked on her fingertips, swaying, seemingly falling but not falling.  Yu Qingjia was lying on the table, her eyelashes casting tiny shadows on her porcelain face.

    She was about to fall asleep, her defenses relaxed a lot, and her words were almost inaudible as if she was mumbling in her sleep: "I'm waiting for the day when you are willing to tell me."

    If he doesn¡¯t tell, then she won¡¯t ask.  I hope that one day, Murong Yan will be willing to tell her in person who he is and what he has done.

    This sentence was slightly like a sigh. If you hadn't been close, you might not have heard it at all.  The room was quiet for a while. After a long time, Murong Yan called out in a low voice: "Yu Qingjia?"

    Naturally, Yu Qingjia would not have any reaction.

    "Our generation is from Mu, and I am the land of Langya, with the single name Yan."

    "And what did I do that nightthese things are dirty and dirty, and I don't want to tell you." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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