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The dream was intermittent, and Murong Yan had an extremely good memory, but last night's dream seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, with only fragments flashing by. In the dream, he could feel the kind of sadness that was strong enough to tear a person apart, but when he woke up, he couldn't remember many details.
But the raging fire in Gaoping County still lingered. He didn't even need to close his eyes, he could see the flames soaring into the sky, lighting up half of the sky. Bright with reckless self-destruction.
Although the timbre was slightly different and the tone of voice was completely different, Murong Yan could easily identify that the voice in the dream was his own. Or rather, him a few years later.
Murong Yan doesn¡¯t believe in God or Buddha, he doesn¡¯t believe in cause and effect, and he doesn¡¯t believe in retribution. Such illusory things as dreams will not affect his sanity. But this time was different. Without any reason, Murong Yan had a strong intuition. He knew that those things were true.
One day in the future, he will personally order the massacre of the entire Yu family, burn down half of Gaoping City, and almost raze Jian'an Lane, where the family lives, to the ground. If the dream only ends here, Murong Yan won't care at all. If a city is burned, it will be burned. He doesn't care what others say about him, let alone the evaluation of history books. What really made him wake up in the middle of the night and stand in the wind until dawn was the vague words in his dream.
Since she is gone, what is the Yu family left to do?
Murong Yan refused to think about who she was talking about, but the answer was obvious. Yu Qingjia would die before him, before he could gain power and be qualified to influence the fate of a family.
When Bai Rong heard the waiter's report, she glanced at the closed door in surprise. Bai Rong was not sure whether to go in and interrupt the young master's solitude. If it was for other matters, Bai Rong would not hesitate at all and immediately turned around and left. However, this is about Miss Six.
Bai Rong was still hesitating when suddenly the door opened. The dark wooden door slowly opened, and light rushed into the dark room. The outline of a person could be vaguely seen in the backlight. Bai Rong's back tensed unconsciously, but her head hung down submissively: "Master."
"Young Master" is a respectful title given to the sons of princes and princes. Now that Murong Yan is surrounded by his own people, there is no longer much need to hide his identity. However, if something goes wrong, it would be better for them to be cautious before the real time comes. It is not convenient for Bai Rong and others to use the son, so they can only use the master instead.
Murong Yan changed her crown and wore neat narrow-sleeved brocade clothes. Wearing a crown is obviously a men's clothing. Murong Yan's face was as white as jade, but when she put on this white clothes, her limbs became even more slender, cold and sharp.
When Murong Yan was young, he had an indistinguishable appearance. After two years of hard work, his bones have lengthened and his contours have become obvious. His soft femininity has been diluted a lot. Instead, due to the increasingly prominent contours, the fierce murderous aura in his bones has become more prominent. But now, his face was cold, and there was undisguised murderous intent in his eyes, and the sense of beautiful and fatal danger was even greater. Bai Rong used to be extremely cautious when she saw Murong Yan, but now she saw Murong Yan's almost unrestrained violence. Her hair stood on end and she could hardly control her body's instinctive reaction.
Murong Yan asked: "What's the matter?"
Bai Rong was startled for a moment, and immediately realized that Murong Yan heard her conversation with the waiter in the room. In this case, Bai Rong had nothing to worry about. She said, "Master, the Sixth Lady has been in a low mood these past few days. She seems to have something on her mind."
What's on your mind? Murong Yan remembered last night's dream for some reason. He paused for a while and asked, "Where is she?"
"Getting dressed in the house."
Bai Rong kept her head lowered when she spoke. She did not have the privilege of Yu Qingjia, and she did not dare to look directly at Murong Yan's appearance. Bai Rong was very sensible and did not ask Murong Yan what he was doing with Yu Qingjia. Murong Yan paused and suddenly walked out.
The slaves on both sides were startled, and they quickly said: "Master, now"
Murong Yan looked back at them. Several people were frightened by his eyes, and they all bowed their heads and knelt down, not daring to say a word.
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Bai Zhi combed Yu Qingjia's long hair, picked a turquoise hair button and tied it in Yu Qingjia's hair, and used the hair button to insert tassels and hairpins one on the left and one on the right. After combing her hair, Bai Zhi looked at it and said with great satisfaction: "My wife is naturally beautiful. She looks so good even with her hair tied up. When I find a husband in the future, I can wear it in a high bun and then the whole makeup is finished. I don't know what I should do." How stunning.¡±
The folk customs in the Northern Dynasties were open, and it was not out of character for women to make such jokes among themselves. Bai Zhi had taken care of Yu Qingjia since she was a child, playing the role of half mother and half sister. She joked like this because she was really looking forward to Yu Qingjia's marriage. All the maids laughed when they heard this. Yu Qingjia glanced at Bai Zhi from the mirror.? He was held by Murong Yan's other hand: "Don't move, I want to see if you are serious."
Yu Qingjia glared at him angrily and funny: "I'm not real, how can I be a fake? Your hands are so cold. Did you catch a cold last night?" Yu Qingjia took Murong Yan's hand in front of her face and breathed, using the palm of her hand Help him keep warm. Yu Qingjia raised her head and glanced at Murong Yan, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed: "You, why did you suddenly"
Yu Qingjia didn¡¯t finish the question, but both of them knew the rest of the meaning. Does Murong Yan suddenly change into men's clothes mean that he no longer needs to hide?
"It's not the right time yet." Murong Yan didn't care much, "But it's almost the same. The next thing can't be done by hiding, so it doesn't make any difference whether you reveal your identity or not."
Yu Qingjia wanted to ask him something, but the words turned into a warm smile on her lips. She held Murong Yan's hand and shook it, saying, "Don't worry, I made a wish on New Year's Eve, and you will be successful this year."
Murong Yan finally showed a smile. He looked at the bright and vivid Yu Qingjia in front of him, who would smile and act coquettishly at him. Unexpectedly, he thought of last night's dream again.
After Yu Qingjia finished speaking, she suddenly felt Murong Yan holding her hand with great force. She was startled and looked at Murong Yan's expression carefully: "What happened to you today?"
Yu Qingjia looked at Murong Yan's eyes carefully, trying to identify some clues. She saw Murong Yan's pupils were deep and dark, with her own figure clearly reflected in them, and she saw the eyes slowly shift, looking through her in another direction.
Yu Qingjia followed Murong Yan's gaze back and saw Yu Wenjun standing behind the railing at the back. Yu Wenjun first looked at Murong Yan's palm holding the side of Yu Qingjia's face, and then glanced at the hands held by the two of them. Yu Wenjun took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "Jiajia, you go back first."
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