No more words were sent from "The One Who Follows the Heart".
Shuhua feels disappointed.
It's not that she fell in love with this person, but she suddenly lost a literary friend she could talk to, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
She is so lonely.
After all, with her strange identity, she didn't have many friends on a daily basis, and her outings were limited to what the old emperor allowed.
Because he was particularly afraid that she would be snatched away or killed by a neighboring country, otherwise the losses to Guo would be too great.
Two months later, in early summer, Shuhua couldn't hold it back and wrote another letter to "Congxinzhe". The content was not much, and he only asked him about the poem.
The letter was taken away not long after it was left at the porter's place. In the evening, the porter brought in a whole box of letters.
They are all new poems and songs written by "Cong Xin Zhe", and that poem is placed at the top.
“You can see sand across the river in Zhouge Mountain, and the yellow dust is the first bloom on the temples of a visitor.
Jiang Chun is silent and has no plan to return. A tree falls in the wind and its apricot blossoms fall. "
The maid Afu helped open the envelope and made a fuss: "A total of 120 letters, 120 poems and poems, an average of two poems a day. This is so talented!"
Shuhua also believes that none of these one hundred and twenty poems, lyrics, songs, and poems are bad, and all of them are beautiful.
He never mentioned the word "love", but it was her in every word and every sentence.
She did not reply again, but from that day on, poems, lyrics, songs or poems were sent to her every day.
When the number of works by the "Cong Xin Zhe" reached 1,000, Shuhua sent him another letter and asked him to meet in three days.
Three days later was the Harvest Festival celebration, and she wanted to go up to the terrace to perform a blessing ceremony, praying for good weather and abundant harvests in the next year in the Guo Kingdom.
When the goddess goes out, she is cheered in front and surrounded by others, showing great power.
The attire of Shuhua was completely different from usual. She sat on a float with a solemn expression and walked through the avenues of the capital, receiving cheers and admiration from all the people.
This enthusiasm reached its peak when she climbed onto Gan Terrace, and the cheers were so loud that even the birds in the sky did not dare to come down.
The princes and ministers looked at this scene with their own thoughts.
Those who win the goddess will win the country, it is not just an empty talk.
After the blessing ceremony, Shuhua went to the palace behind Gan Terrace to rest. He went in and followed a group of princes to ask for an audience.
She ignored them all. The people sent by the old emperor looked at her and immediately took care of things.
At the zenith of the moon, the bonfire party begins, and the royal family will have fun with all the people.
Shuhua was going home to be with her elderly parents, so she changed into an ordinary black carriage.
Murong Hao has been waiting in the car for a long time.
When he saw her coming in, he saluted uneasily: "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but you said you would meet today, but you didn't agree on a place. After much thought, only now is the most suitable time."
Shuhua returned the courtesy calmly and asked, "Is Your Majesty the Seventh Highness the one who follows your heart?"
Murong Hao said sheepishly: "Although it is a bit embarrassing, it is just a mere incompetence."
Shuhua was polite: "Why hide your head and show your tail?"
Murong Hao waited for a while before saying: "If you knew it was me, would you still pay attention to me? I'm afraid you would throw it away after seeing my letter and not even open it."
This is true.
Shuhua asked again: "Why are you here again?"
Murong Hao said nothing.
The sound of horse hooves hitting the long street makes a crisp sound, the night wind blows, the lanterns turn, and the sweet scent of osmanthus reaches your nose.
Shuhua waited patiently.
When he was about to arrive near her home, Murong Hao finally spoke: "I think there must be a time in life when you are daring and wishful thinking."
Shuhua agreed, but didn't want to express her position. She wanted to see it again.
"It's time for me to go." Murong Hao got out of the car and looked back at her, "My brothers have ill intentions towards you. The only thing you can do is to ask His Majesty for help."
"Thank you, Your Highness, for reminding me. I will remember it." Shuhua said goodbye to him with a smile, and saw a tall and thin figure waiting quietly by the roadside.
It's Mu Yusheng.
He looked much better than before. He was wearing a scholar's robe, a little fatter, clean and tidy, and his eyebrows were peaceful.
He looked at her and bowed solemnly, with a quiet smile on his lips.
Shuhua called him over: "Hand out your hand."
Mu Yusheng didn't know why, but he still stretched out his hand obediently.
There are wear marks on the cuffs from frequent writing, the hands are white and slender, and the calluses between the fingertips are clearly visible. These are the hands of a scholar, not the hands of a hard laborer.
Shuhua called him again: "Lift your feet."
Mu Yusheng also raised his feet obediently.
The most common blue cloth shoes, clean and fit, slightly worn, obviously worn for a while.
Shu Hua was extremely satisfied, and even smiled a little more at Murong Hao: "Your Highness is very good."
Murong Hao had been watching her and Mu Yusheng in silence, but when he heard her talking to him, he asked directly: "Do you suspect that I am just showing off to you, pretending to be kind?"
"How could that be? I'm happy to see him getting better."
Shuhua has a common wish, hoping that the man he likes will be kind and upright.
Murong Hao suddenly realized what she was thinking, and he chuckled.
"Mu Yusheng is very talented. He was buried by hard labor. Even if he followed a down-and-out man like me, he was still buried. Let's do this for now. When the time is right in the future, I will recommend him to Brother Sanhuang."
The third prince he was talking about was the most vocal among the seven princes, and was likely to be established as the crown prince.
Shuhua nodded, lowered the curtain and urged the driver on his way.
The next morning, as soon as she woke up, she received a pair of sweet-scented osmanthus balls made of different varieties. Below the balls were hanging silver bells and small delicate pieces of gold-sprinkled paper.
One piece of paper says "Let's drink together" and the other piece of paper says "Youth Tour".
This is in line with Shuhua's thoughts.
She wrote a letter to Murong Hao and asked him to travel to the Western Mountains with him on a moonlit night.
That night, Murong Hao came as invited, and sure enough he brought fine wine and a car full of sweet-scented osmanthus.
They drank and sang, chatted about ideals and poetry, and had a great time talking.
In the middle, Murong Hao wrote several poems in response to the situation, which were so talented and beautiful that Shuhua was amazed.
She had a question: "Why is His Highness so talented yet unknown?"
Murong Hao was drunk and laughed heartily: "Because I want to live for a long time."
Shuhua expressed her understanding, but she believed: "It is not a long-term solution to continue like this."
Murong Hao said: "It's really not an option, so I can't come to see you again. This is the last time. Otherwise, it will bring disaster to you."
He dropped the flask and laughed away.
Shuhua felt lost. She wrote to him, talking about current affairs, customs, and insights.
He also replied to her letter, but instead of going through the concierge, the letter was delivered secretly to Mu Yusheng.
His letters were answered very quickly, and his views on things always spoke to her heart.
As time went by, month after month, they never met in private again.
But Shuhua fell in love with Murong Hao uncontrollably. If the soul needs a partner, it must be him. He understands her so well.
(End of chapter)
