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The rain at night stopped just as quickly as it came. Soon the rain stopped and the clouds disappeared. The bright moon came out from behind the clouds and hung far away in the dark night. The moon is sparse and the stars are sparse, and the rain washes the world into a crystal clear state.
Murong Yan¡¯s wounds were forcibly bandaged by Yu Qingjia. Now Yu Qingjia was wearing Murong Yan¡¯s clothes and was being pulled by him, walking one foot deep and one foot shallow. I don¡¯t know how long I walked, but my eyes suddenly opened up. A patch of grass appeared in front of me, with dots of fireflies floating on it.
Yu Qingjia let out a soft cry, she stretched out her hand, and a little starlight passed between her wrists. Yu Qingjia was surprised: "Fireflies?"
Murong Yan was relying on the stars to identify the direction. When he heard Yu Qingjia's voice, he looked back and noticed the fireflies. Yu Qingjia's eyes were moist and bright. She stretched out her hand and touched the cold light curiously and cautiously.
Murong Yan did not appreciate the images of flowers and green willows, but Yu Qingjia liked them. When he looked at her, he seemed to feel the joy in them. Murong Yan pulled Yu Qingjia and continued to walk forward. The grass shook, stirring up more fireflies.
Yu Qingjia¡¯s eyes widened and she didn¡¯t even want to blink. The night in the mountains was already a bit cold, not to mention it had just rained, so Yu Qingjia's clothes were still half wet. A gust of wind blew and she shivered.
Murong Yan noticed the change in Yu Qingjia and immediately stopped. He touched Yu Qingjia's hand and frowned, "Why is it so cold?"
Yu Qingjia's eyes were still looking at the grass and fireflies behind her. When she heard Murong Yan's voice, she looked back and glanced at Murong Yan leisurely: "You still said that it's your hands that are colder."
Murong Yan was very disdainful of this and said, "I am different from you."
Murong Yan's body temperature was low, and his fingers would be cold whenever he touched them, but his physical fitness was much better than Yu Qingjia's. This was also the reason why Murong Yan was in a hurry to go out. He wouldn't have any problems if he got caught in the rain, but if Yu Qingjia didn't change into dry clothes in time, he might get cold.
But there was no point in being anxious now. He held Yu Qingjia's hand and put his other hand around her shoulder to keep her warm: "Is it still cold?"
Yu Qingjia shook her head and allowed Murong Yan to tidy up her clothes and tie up his outer coat for her. Yu Qingjia rarely wore dark clothes, but now she was wearing Murong Yan's black clothes. Although it didn't fit her well, it was unexpectedly harmonious.
Murong Yan lowered his head to adjust Yu Qingjia's collar, his eyebrows were extremely serious. The sky is as clear as water, and the fireflies are dotted among the grass, as if the stars in the sky are pouring into the world. Yu Qingjia suddenly became interested in singing. Her voice was sweet, and she sang softly and far away in a low voice.
"The night is so long that I can't sleep, and the bright moon is so bright. I want to hear the call, but I answer the promise in the air."
This is the song of Wu from the Southern Dynasties. The northern and southern dynasties were in conflict, but the songs spread to each other across the river. Wu songs are sad and touching. After being introduced to the Northern Qi Dynasty, they were very popular among the nobles and almost immediately became popular at banquets. Yu Qingjia sang a few lines and sighed: "It's a pity that there is no musical accompaniment. Forget it, let's talk about it when we get back."
"No need." Murong Yan said calmly, he pulled out a slender and straight knife forged from fine steel, and lightly struck the blade with his finger.
The blade vibrates and makes a clear metallic sound. Murong Yan's fingers changed strength, and the blade also vibrated with different pitches.
Yu Qingjia continued to sing the song just now in harmony with Qingyue's fencing sound.
"Everyone has his or her own domain, but I am the only one who has my own ambitions. I am like the Northern Star, and it has not moved for thousands of years. I happily walk in the heart of the day, heading east and returning to the west at dusk."
The wind blows after the rain, and the dew-covered grass sways, startling the fireflies. The girl's clear voice floated slowly in the night wind. The sound of swords was originally the sound of swords, but at this moment, the sound of fencing was melodious and clear, and it actually matched the tune of Yu Qingjia, and it fit perfectly.
When Yu Wenjun heard the cry of the dark owl and hurried to the place mentioned in the letter, he saw such a scene. Yu Qingjia stood in the grass and sang, while Murong Yan fencing to make peace. Yu Wenjun had been to many banquets and listened to many large-scale performances. However, at this moment, he couldn't help but stop. He waited until the music had finished singing before he dared to step forward to disturb it.
Using the night owl¡¯s voice to convey information was Murong Yan¡¯s idea, and the framework was also established by Murong Yan. Letters are easy to be intercepted and tampered with, and signal flares are too easy to expose, so voice transmission is the most effective and safest. They imitate the sounds of night owls. The different lengths of sounds and different pitches in the signal all contain unique meanings. Sound travels far, and most people won't pay attention to the night owl's cry. They relied on this information system to operate under the emperor's nose for three years.
When Yu Wenjun first saw this Night Owl code system, he was amazed at Murong Yan's amazing musical talent. But now Yu Wenjun is more interested in this system.The prince's concubine, Song, was frail and sickly, and could not get out of bed all year round. Song is the first princess of this generation and the Queen's direct daughter-in-law, so she should have unlimited fame. However, in fact, because she often gets sick as soon as she enters the family, she cannot survive many important occasions, so she is not treated well both inside and outside the palace. Familiarity. What's more, the Song family has not given birth to any children due to her illness, and the queen has expressed her dissatisfaction in front of foreign ministers several times.
When it comes to the royal family members, the chamberlain did not dare to say anything more, and said with half-drooped eyes: "Maybe it's because the princess's health has improved a lot in recent days."
Murong Xu laughed mockingly without comment. Nowadays, the emperor ignores the affairs of the state, and all major national affairs fall into the hands of Yin Yikun. Murong Zhen, as the most popular candidate for the crown prince, naturally has secret party members all over the government and the public. Therefore, it is very possible that Murong Zhen learned about the earthquake in Yanzhou a few days in advance and arranged for his princess to accompany him today. His intentions are obvious.
Murong Xu sneered, Murong Zhen would do anything for fame and fortune. His princess couldn't take more than two steps without coughing. He could actually force the Song family to go to Xiandu Garden, just to get the news as soon as possible. Now the emperor favors Yin Yikun, and Murong Zhen, even the eldest son of the emperor, is suppressed. Yin Yikun's family is the only one in Yecheng, so going to Yanzhou to provide disaster relief is a good way to get in touch with power.
Murong Xu thought for a while and sighed. The palace people on both sides did not dare to disturb Murong Xu's thoughts. When they heard Murong Xu sigh, a beautiful palace lady who was favored asked: "Why is the prince sighing?"
"It's just a sudden feeling." Murong Xu paced back to the desk and smiled pointedly, "People with families are really different. Not only did their mother help them talk, but even the sick and weak princess also Can you help me? Unfortunately, I am alone. I have no biological mother to plan for me, and no princess to spy on me in the palace."
When the eunuch following Murong Xu heard this, he said smoothly: "The prince has now reached the age to start a family and start a business. If you like it, why not marry a princess?"
The beautiful palace maid just now glared at the eunuch angrily. The eunuch lowered his head and pretended not to see her eyes. Murong Xu, the client, knew nothing about these whirlpools. He lowered his head and pondered for a while, seeming to have some understanding.
He really has some ideas about marrying a concubine.
Although Murong Xu indulged in women and had sex every night, it was one thing for him to take the initiative, and it was another thing for someone to trick him into the spice. He has been involved in the romance industry for several years and considers himself an expert, but inexplicably he cannot control himself in the Yu family and actually dotes on a maid on the spot. Favoring a maid was not a big deal, Murong Xu had quite a few women, but the fact that he lost control made him feel stuck in his throat, and he couldn't let it go for a long time.
How could Murong Xu endure such a great humiliation? When he was in Yanzhou, the manpower was not convenient, and he wanted to give face to the Yu family, so he did not pursue the case. However, as soon as he returned to Yecheng, he immediately sent someone to investigate the Yu family. Bring back spices. As a result of this investigation, many interesting things were discovered.
The Yu family in Yanzhou is truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Murong Xu thought of Yu Qingya, his eyes were deep and thoughtful. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com