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    Murong Yan¡¯s tone is unique and you will never forget it after hearing it once.  Yu Qingjia was really surprised when she heard Murong Yan's voice. She thought that things had been piling up all night. Murong Yan had taken time out to come back last night. It was already extreme, and he would never have free time during the day again.  Unexpectedly, just a short time later, he would come back again.

    Bai Zhi subconsciously followed the voice and turned around. In the morning light, Murong Yan's face was cold, his figure was shabby, and his followers were like clouds. The moment he raised his eyes was shocking.  Bai Zhi was stunned. The person next to her stabbed her hard. Bai Zhi came back to her senses and knelt down with everyone: "See you, Your Highness."

    Murong Yan had already changed into black brocade clothes. He was walking up and down. The maids on both sides didn't dare to move their heads. They only saw the corners of black clothes swaying in front of their eyes.  Murong Yan ignored the others, walked straight to Yu Qingjia, and helped her up: "Why do you care about these things?"

    Murong Yan held Yu Qingjia's arm with both hands. Yu Qingjia followed his strength and stood up, saying, "The etiquette cannot be abolished."

    Murong Yan laughed: "I did all this so that you don't need to care about any etiquette. If my identity makes you constrained, what's the point?"

    Bai Rong was still in the room. Yu Qingjia used the cover of her sleeves to pinch Murong Yan's palm: "What did you say?"

    Murong Yan was given high hopes by the crown prince¡¯s old subordinates, but now he said such things as raising an army just for a woman. Wouldn¡¯t it be chilling for the ministers to hear this?  Yu Qingjia's little strength was completely innocuous to Murong Yan, and he remained nonchalant: "If there's anything wrong, just tell the truth."

    Murong Yan really thinks like this in his heart. Of course he loves power, but if you expect him to be thrifty and self-cultivation, and to restrain himself and alienate his lover for the sake of the country, then you are looking for the wrong person.  Murong Yan is wanton and crazy, and will never wrong herself.

    Yu Qingjia glared at him angrily, and then she and Murong Yan went to serve tea to the memorial tablets of Prince Chengde and Princess Chengde.  Yu Qingjia was already prepared and went to serve tea to her parents-in-law alone.  The prince and princess have passed away for five years, and all she needs to pay respect to is the memorial tablet. There is really nothing to worry about.  Even so, it was still different when Murong Yan came back from his busy schedule and accompanied her to serve tea.

    After returning from the ancestral hall, Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan sat side by side on the couch.  This was naturally a bit small for two people, and it didn¡¯t look great.  Yu Qingjia originally planned to sit across from her, but she was held tightly by Murong Yan several times when she stood up. Yu Qingjia had no choice but to break the jar and talk on Murong Yan's shoulder.

    Since the Han Dynasty, the main thing that has been respected is the respect between husband and wife. The husband and wife should act appropriately and respectfully, respect each other as guests but not get close to each other. This is the model of husband and wife that is praised by others.  The meaning of marrying a wife is to marry the family, carry on the family line, conduct sacrifices and be filial to the parents-in-law. Men should respect their wives and have concubines if they can be intimate and mingled with each other.  According to the mainstream etiquette, couples should be polite and courteous in public places, like Murong Yan, who directly held Yu Qingjia's hand on the wedding day and put her arms around Yu Qingjia's waist in front of many servants.  He looks like a dim-witted, prodigal son.  If the scholars of the Ministry of Rites heard what Murong Yan just said, I am afraid that the old gentlemen would not be able to breathe, and they would all faint from shock.

    Bai Zhi asked across the plain wooden partition: "Your Highness, Princess, would you like some tea?"

    Yu Qingjia responded: "Bring it on."

    Bai Zhi placed the tea cup on the table. Murong Yan lowered his head and glanced at it, raising his eyebrows: "This kind of stuff is salty and astringent, and it was even praised to the sky by the scholars of the Southern Dynasties. I won't drink it. I'll get buttermilk instead."

    Yu Qingjia advised him: "You didn't sleep last night, and you went out before dawn today. Drink something hot to drive away the cold."

    "I don't need it." Murong Yan dismissed it. Yu Qingjia had no choice but to say to Bai Zhi: "Go and change the buttermilk."

    "Yes, Princess." Bai Zhi couldn't change her words yesterday. In the morning, she was calling half "Princess" and half "Ms." in a mixed manner. Unexpectedly, in front of Murong Yan, she was saying "Princess" very smoothly.

    Bai Zhi backed away softly. After retreating to the partition, Bai Zhi couldn't help but raise her head, and glanced at Murong Yan again through the vases, jade pieces and other furnishings.  For some reason, Bai Zhi always felt an indescribable sense of familiarity with Murong Yan.

    King Langya¡¯s appearance is naturally first-class. Not to mention men, even among women, his facial features are outstanding enough.  Bai Zhi felt familiar inexplicably, but it was strange that she had only met King Langya a few times.

    It seems that a long time ago, there was a person who was famous for his beauty.  Bai Zhi felt strange, but she did not connect the two people.  After all, who would make random assumptions about people across genders without knowing it in advance?

    Besides, Bai Zhi was not familiar with Murong Yan at first. When Murong Yan was still Jinghuan, he had independence in Guangling.??Murong Yan never knew what it meant to give up at the first sight. Yu Qingjia couldn't bear the disturbance, so she switched from one hand to two. Finally, she put all her effort into sucking the milk and firmly pulled Murong Yan's arm: "  If you¡¯re still here, stop!¡±

    "In the past, my father, brother, uncles and other elders warned me that I should stop drinking and sex. The Murong family was prone to losing control, and I was especially prone to it. I didn't think it was anything. Losing control was just an excuse for them not to control themselves. I still remember when I was seven years old,  The scene when I caught the first prey in my life at the hunting ground. I later hunted many prey, but nothing could compare with the impact of that year. Only then did I realize how much blood stimulated me."

    "Later, I disdained the so-called fun activities of noble children. There was nothing in the world that could surpass that moment of pleasure. Horse fighting, prostitution, drinking, orgy, anything."

    "But yesterday, I discovered that I was wrong." Yu Qingjia's face was already red and bleeding. Murong Yan spoke in her ear, and the air flow hit her earlobe, which was numb and itchy. "Your addiction is more stimulating than blood."  ¡±

    Yu Qingjia looked up and found that Murong Yan's eyes were frighteningly bright, and there was even a faint blue light in his pupils.  Yu Qingjia was not unfamiliar with this state at all. Murong Yan once saw her blood loss of control, and it was like this.

    Yu Qingjia was like a rabbit being hugged by a tiger. She felt wronged and frightened. Her eyes widened and she said, "You can't do this."

    Murong Yan laughed. Such resistance was pitifully weak, like a rabbit trying to reason with a tiger or a wolf.  Murong Yan hugged Yu Qingjia tightly and rubbed her chin with his fingers, back and forth for a long time, as if she was thinking about a very difficult thing.  After a moment, Murong Yan narrowed his eyes and said with a fierce look: "Murong Xu is really looking for death. I'm planning to let them go. Their whole family insists on messing with me. They don't know what's good or bad."

    Yu Qingjia could probably guess that Murong Yan really wanted to continue what happened last night, but he couldn't do it because of the mess caused by Murong Xu and the emperor. This way, he would be in a good mood.  Yu Qingjia silently lit a candle for King Yingchuan, but remained silent.

    Although she sympathized a little with King Yingchuan, considering her own health, Yu Qingjia felt that it was better to let Murong Yan be trapped by King Yingchuan.

    After a while, Yu Qingjia said: "The tea ceremony is ready, you can go about your business with peace of mind."

    Yu Qingjia¡¯s voice became lower and lower, and Murong Yan finally stood up reluctantly with a scary look on his face.  There was wind in his footsteps, and he walked for a while with a cold face. Just when Yu Qingjia breathed a sigh of relief, Murong Yan suddenly turned back, lifted her chin and kissed her deeply.

    Yu Qingjia was almost out of breath in the end. Murong Yan poured some water on the fire and let her go with a deep look: "You can stay here in peace and wait for me to come back."

    Yu Qingjia¡¯s face turned red and her ears were red, and she was almost speechless.  After Murong Yan left, the maids walked in with their heads lowered and smiles on their faces: "Princess, do you want to apply lipstick again?"

    Yu Qingjia¡¯s face was about to burn, and she glared at them fiercely: ¡°No, everyone, get out.¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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