"Your Majesty, it's him."
Shuhua looked at Murong Hao with a smile, his eyes full of love and distress.
Talented, not giving up even when rejected, kind-hearted, sympathetic to the weak, discerning, brave and strong, I like her, but I'm afraid of dragging her down, so I don't have to see her for that.
Love her and respect her, even if you risk your life to save her.
What more could you ask for?
The old emperor asked again: "How well do you know Lao Qi?"
Shuhua replied: "We have only met a few times, but I heard that writing is like a person. I think someone who can write such beautiful poems is not much worse."
The old emperor looked at those poems and songs and was noncommittal.
When Murong Hao woke up, regardless of his serious injury, he coldly and immediately studied the strategies of governing the country and ancient classics.
Murong Hao was as angry as a thread, but he cited scriptures without fear, and was far more knowledgeable than his brothers.
The old emperor's old face, which had always remained calm, finally showed some signs of movement.
There is great splendor and glory.
She fell in love for the first time and wanted to share this happiness, sweetness and pride with others. The most suitable person to share it with was obviously Mu Yusheng.
She smiled and looked at him, and he happened to be looking at her.
He returned her a faint smile, his face pale and shaky.
Shuhua called the imperial doctor to treat his injuries: "Did he not bandage it properly and stop the bleeding? Let's take a closer look at him and prescribe a better prescription."
Mu Yusheng refused treatment: "I'm fine, just a little tired."
The old emperor called Shuhua over: "Now it seems that Lao Qi is very good. You can try to get along with each other, but you have a special status and must be present with someone arranged by me."
Murong Hao rolled off the bed and fell to the ground, kowtowing vigorously to the old emperor: "Thank you very much, Father, for your help, thank you, thank you so much!"
He said thank you many times in succession. His gratitude and joy came from the bottom of his heart and were indescribable.
The old emperor was amused and rarely looked kindly to him: "Look at this kid, he is so happy."
Shu Hua was also happy for Murong Hao, who had endured it for so many years and was finally seen.
She helped Murong Hao lie down, and he held her hand tightly like a child and refused to let go, insisting that she stay with him.
Mu Yusheng watched this scene quietly and left quietly.
He walked hobbled and lonely.
He returned to his cabin alone and stared out the window in a daze.
The rain comes unexpectedly, in heavy torrents.
He raised his hand to his throat and tried to make a sound, but no matter how hard he tried, there was never a sound.
He slapped his throat in despair and strangled his neck.
He tore at his wounds and let the blood soak into his green clothes and flow endlessly.
If it drains cleanly, it will die.
If you die, you will be clean.
There will be no more wishful thinking, no more sadness and despair.
He thought he could calmly watch her happiness, but when things came to pass, he realized that he couldn't.
He struggled to his feet and frantically rummaged through the poetry manuscripts in the drawer.
He grabbed them together randomly, wanting to rush out and tell others that they were actually written by him, and he wrote them for her.
He had already begun writing poems and lyrics for her from the time she arrived in the capital and climbed onto Gan Terrace for the first time.
It's just that he has a low status and is born with a disability, so he is not qualified to appear in front of her.
Jealousy and sadness burned his heart like fire, his heart was torn, and he burst into tears, like a madman who had lost his mind.
He grabbed the door leaf and was about to open it when a servant from the Prince's Mansion came through the rain and knocked on the door.
"Mr. Mu, are you okay? My servant is here to bring you medicine and food. His Highness Seventh Prince and Miss Shu are very worried about you and asked this servant to take care of your daily life."
Mu Yusheng paused and closed his eyes in despair.
He leaned slumped against the door, the poems in his arms scattered on the floor.
The servant didn't hear the sound and was very worried: "Mr. Mu? Mr. Mu? Are you in there? How are you? The servant has come in!"
Mu Yusheng wanted to refuse to care, but he couldn't make a sound.
Otherwise, you can only open the door and go out to make gestures.
But he didn't want to see anyone. He banged his head on the door leaf desperately to express his rejection, but he received even more enthusiastic concern and worry.
How desperate can one be?
I can't even refuse.
The servants of the Prince's Mansion wanted to use violence to break down the door, but the door suddenly opened.
Under the dim light, stood Mu Yusheng, covered in blood, pale and desperate.
His eyes were lifeless, like a zombie.
The servants were frightened: "Mr. Mu, what's wrong with you?"
He shook his head slightly, took away the soup and food they brought, and closed the door.
He mechanically swallowed the soup and food, then mechanically grabbed the poems and manuscripts, lit the candle, and burned them one by one.
He doesn't deserve it.
Not worthy of her affection, not worthy of her attention.
So what if these poems were written by him?
He could never give her happiness, let alone protect her from harm.
She likes this talent of writing poems and lyrics, so I will make her happy.
Shuhua stayed with Murong Hao until late at night.
He was confused due to high fever, but what he shouted in his sleep was: "Shuhua, please don't leave me. I am willing to give everything and ask for nothing, as long as you live well..."
Shuhua could only reassure him over and over again: "I'm fine, don't worry, Your Highness."
He held her hand tightly and said in a low voice: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have gotten you involved."
Shu Hua knew that he might not be able to hear, but still replied seriously: "Don't worry, I have already planned to face it with you."
The person sent by the old emperor reminded her tactfully: "Fengyu decree, there are differences between men and women, you should go back."
Shu Hua leaned over and whispered in Murong Hao's ear: "I'm going back. I'll see you tomorrow."
He wisely let go, his eyes still closed, and his forehead felt hot.
Shuhua thought of Mu Yusheng: "How is he doing? I'm going to see him."
If nothing else, he was at least her savior.
She wished him well.
Mu Yusheng didn't open the door for her, and the smell of burned paper filled the air.
The servant of the Prince's Mansion whispered: "Mr. Mu is very unhappy. I heard that today is actually the death anniversary of his parents."
This is inconvenient to disturb.
Shu Hua stood outside the door and left a message: "Yu Sheng, thank you for saving me. You should take good care of yourself and eat well. I will come see you another time."
The closed door was never opened.
She left slowly and walked to the courtyard door. She vaguely heard the sound of the window opening, but when she turned around, she only saw that the door and window were closed.
She remembered what Murong Hao said.
"Don't worry... It's rare to have a good character and outstanding talent for the rest of your life, but the experience is too miserable, don't worry, we will always be good to him, and he will get better slowly..."
She was convinced and turned to leave.
The days ahead are long, don’t rush or interrupt, that’s respect.
Mu Yusheng leaned against the window lattice, watching Shuhua go away in despair, and raised his hands to cover his eyes in despair.
(End of chapter)
