MTL - Unforgettable Emperor’s Favor-Chapter 34 beautiful woman

Yin Ping came back from the main courtyard happily, she really hit her luck today, not only did she answer in front of Old Master Yu and King Yingchuan, she showed her face, and was appreciated by her master. She remembered that the Fourth Miss said just now that there is still a shortage in the courtyard of the big house. If the silver bottle is smart, it is not impossible to transfer to the big house... Just thinking about the silver bottle will make it float, Yu Qingya is the most loved by the old man in the mansion Miss, even the king of Yingchuan is attracted by Yu Qingya, if he can stay by Miss Fourth's side, why not be able to rise to the top? Yin Ping felt complacent, so he didn't care about the severity of his attack. Seeing that Yu Qingjia was not in the room, she came to the third courtyard to look for it without thinking. She opened the door carelessly, still yelling: "Miss Six, you..."

She opened the door halfway, and before she could finish her words, she was caught off guard by a pair of eyes.

Those eyes are flying and beautiful, the corners of the eyes are delicate and sharp, but the tails of the eyes are protruding upwards, the moment before is romantic, and the next moment seems to be full of murderous intent. Yin Ping was unprepared, and when he was glanced at by such clear and cold eyes that seemed to have substantial killing intent, the blood all over his body froze immediately, from his hair to his fingers were all stiff.

Yin Ping's unfinished words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't dare to shout anymore. Only then did she realize that Yu Qingjia was lying on the table, already asleep. Yu Qingjia's hair was slightly disheveled, her face was as fine as porcelain, and her skirts were stacked on her side. When the sun shone on her body, it was hard to tell whether the light was shining on her or she was shining. The whole profile was soft and quiet, like a plated With a layer of gold edging.

Yu Qingjia was asleep, her sleeves spread out on the table, almost taking up more than half of the space, and there was still a volume of books hooked in her hand. Opposite her sat a beautiful figure that was almost monstrous, his expression was casual and indifferent, he seemed very impatient, but when Yin Ping slammed the door open, the first thing he did was to protect the sleeping girl ears.

Yin Ping stood at the door with his hand still on the window pane, in a dilemma, not knowing what to do. For some reason, Yin Ping had a vague feeling, as if she had already died at that moment just now, and now she is still standing here, all because Miss Six is ​​still sleeping.

However, it was too late, and Yu Qingjia was still woken up. She rubbed her eyes, her eyes were bleary, and the corners of her eyes still had the water that had just woken up. She looked at the person opposite, and her tone didn't know whether it was reproach or coquettish: "What do you want to do?"

Yu Qingjia's voice was still hoarse when she spoke, and it was obviously a question, but it was more itchy to be said by her than to act like a baby. Murong Yan's expression was still cold and disdainful, but when those eyes turned towards Yu Qingjia, the dark ice melted, and the murderous intent disappeared. Finally, his eyes stayed on the side of Yu Qingjia's face for a while, and then gently looked away: "Your face is covered by a book. The creases are pressed."

Yu Qingjia was startled, and hurried to touch the side of her face. Yu Qingjia touched it for a while, and seeing that Murong Yan still seemed to have nothing to do with her, she felt more and more that she must be too ugly.

Yu Qingjia hurriedly went to the bed to find the mirror stand. She walked around the room, and belatedly remembered that Murong Yan was a man, and with his character, he must have disdain to buy dowry mirror stand and other things. Yin Ping saw Yu Qingjia rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the room, while Murong Yan was sitting at the desk without even looking away. Yin Ping was a little surprised, the women's war in the back house is always subtle and sharp, wives and concubines fight, concubine and concubine fight, even the young lady and concubine Ji who seem to have no conflict of interest, are afraid of each other, don't worry about it . In the courtyard of the deep house, even the cakes sent by others have to be tried before eating, and who is willing to let others rummage through their own things? Miss Six and the Lord's concubine Ji are on such a good relationship? One can't find it and flips it directly, and the other doesn't even bother to look at it.

Yin Ping was amazed in her heart, although she had only been in the second room for a short time, she had been a maid in the Yu family for several years. She had seen so many people, and it was the first time she saw such a good relationship between the prostitute and the concubine. This combination is also strange.

Yin Ping was still commenting wantonly in his heart, and suddenly met Murong Yan's gaze. There was no joy or anger in Murong Yan's eyes, not even anger, not even blame, but just looked at Yin Ping very coldly and indifferently. For some reason, Yin Ping's heart skipped a beat, and a creepy feeling appeared on his back. Murong Yan's eyes were calm and deep, not what a person of this age should have at all, and what was even more frightening was that his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

Yin Ping was sweating from the fright of her messy associations, she shivered, and quickly comforted herself that she was thinking too much. This reclusive concubine Ji has a strange temperament, and she is not favored at first sight. Even if she is favored ten thousand steps back, she is still a new concubine in the Yu family compound. If we really want to fight, we may not know who will lose.

Thinking of this, Yin Ping gradually settled down. She remembered what she had just heard, and raised her voice again: "Miss, why did you fall asleep? Today King Yingchuan came to visit Laojun on a special trip, and the Laojun's courtyard was extremely lively, with many wives and young ladies present. Four Miss cooks tea, Laojun and King Yingchuan praised it again and again. Fourth Miss is really good, she can play piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, and now she can even cook tea. Miss, you have never seen the scene at that time..."

"I didn't see it, didn't you see it?" Yu Qingjia stood up, and glanced at Yin Ping with a half-smile, "Since you never leave Miss Si, why don't I talk to Miss Si and ask her to take care of you?" Do you want to go? To save you from worrying about it all day long, although the second room is quiet, I can still decide to send a maid out."

Yin Ping suddenly became hoarse as if her throat had been choked, no matter how insolent she was, she was still a slave, her life was in the hands of her master. If Yu Qingya took the initiative to ask for it, it would be better for Yin Ping to serve her, but if she was kicked out by Yu Qingjia, then her life would be over. The servant girl who was kicked out by the master's house was either betraying the master or having dirty hands and feet. No matter which one, no master would take her in again. Yin Ping couldn't know what would happen to a servant girl who lost the protection of the master's house.

Yin Ping shuddered immediately, she thought Yu Qingjia was joking, Yu Qingjia was lively and loved to laugh, and rarely lost his temper with these maidservants. Yin Ping forced a smile, and said: "Miss Liu made fun of the slave again, the slave is from the second room, how can she serve Miss Fourth..."

"Aren't you still obsessed with it just now? Since Fourth Sister is valued by Laojun, and she is versatile and omnipotent. If you like it so much, then go and serve her."

Now Yin Ping knows that no matter how courageous he is, he will cause trouble. Her face turned pale, she didn't dare to quibble any more, and fell to the ground with a plop: "Liu Niangzi calm down, this servant can't speak out of his head, and accidentally offended the lady, but the servant is sincere and dare not have second thoughts. The lady looked at the slave's stupid mind, It's the first offense, let's forgive the servant girl this time."

Yin Ping's voice was muffled when he knelt down, and he knew that this kneeling was very solid. However, Yu Qingjia didn't seem to hear, and finally flipped from the innermost side of the rattan cage to the bronze mirror. She lifted it up to look, and suddenly her eyes widened a little bit. She slammed down the mirror, turned her head and looked at Murong Yan bitterly: "Why do I have ink spots here? Did you do it?"

Murong Yan didn't turn her head back, and tapped her sleeve with the pen: "It's because you didn't sleep well and touched the inkstone."

Yu Qingjia belatedly looked at the hem of her sleeve, and sure enough, ink was rubbed on it. It was fine if Murong Yan didn't explain, but Yu Qingjia was even angrier after explaining this way: "I didn't know I fell asleep, and I accidentally touched the inkstone, but since you saw it, why didn't you move it away?"

Murong Yan looked away from the book, and looked at her in surprise: "You rubbed against the inkstone, what does it matter to me?"

Yu Qingjia opened her mouth, but was unable to speak. After a long while, Yu Qingjia calmed down, and said quietly: "Your thoughts are vicious, people like you will definitely suffer retribution in the future."

Murong Yan laughed disdainfully, he didn't believe in God or Buddha, neither karma nor good people, he only believed in himself. Unless Yu Qingjia took revenge on him herself, she would hope that the heavens have eyes, and she might not be able to realize her wish.

Yin Ping knelt on the ground, her half-truth and half-false kneeling was intended to threaten her, she had already reached this point, if Yu Qingjia didn't forgive her, wouldn't it be inhumane. But Yu Qingjia's reaction made Yin Ping dumbfounded, Yu Qingjia seemed to have no eyes for her at all, and spoke freely. Yin Ping knelt on the ground, listening to Yu Qingjia's voice as sweet as jade beads falling on a plate, and the other voice was also cold and desolate. The two of them were talking, just listening to the voice was enough to enjoy. And Yin Ping fell to the ground, completely ignored. Yin Ping gradually became panicked, the complacency she had just now was gone, and now she only felt that it was getting colder and smaller, just like the dust on the ground.

Yu Qingjia glared at Murong Yan again, glanced at the shrunken silver bottle out of the corner of her eye, and said softly, "Get up."

Yin Ping seemed to be pardoned, and hurriedly got up with lowered eyebrows. She was so bored, she didn't dare to stay here any longer, and turned around to leave. But Yin Ping only took two steps, and was stopped by Yu Qingjia again: "Since you are assigned to the second room, you are the maid of the second room, remember your own identity."

Yin Ping's heart skipped a beat, not sure if Yu Qingjia said this casually, or knew what was hitting her. Yin Ping responded vaguely, and quickly ran away with his head down.

After they left, Murong Yan glanced outside, and looked at Yu Qingjia with a half-smile: "The kindness of a woman."

Yu Qingjia shook her head: "It's not that I'm indecisive, but I'm giving her one last chance. After all, you only have one life, and if you lose it, you lose it. Although King Yingchuan is unreliable, he is right in saying that beauty is always better than others." One more chance, this is her last."

Yu Qingjia wet the handkerchief and wiped the ink on his face. Because she has to rely on the mirror to reflect, it is very inconvenient to wipe. Yu Qingjia simply sat on the low couch with the mirror in his arms, and handed the handkerchief to Murong Yan: "I can't see it myself, please help me wipe off this drop of ink."

"in spite of."

"Hey!" Yu Qingjia was furious. She stared at Murong Yan, angry and strange at the same time, "It was fine just now, what's wrong with you? You just watched my clothes get dirty and didn't care about me. I haven't told you yet. Are you angry, why are you and I so ambivalent?"

Murong Yan laughed, although she was laughing, but there was no warmth in her eyes, which perfectly interpreted the superficial smile: "Beauty has one more chance than others, since one more time, then you go back to the room and make troubles on your own."

Yu Qingjia was stunned for a long while, but still didn't understand Murong Yan's wonderful logic. What does a beauty have to do with the ink drops on her face, what and what is all this?