"Why is it raining so hard again?"
The maid Afu opened the window and looked out, complaining: "It's been raining all night and it hasn't stopped yet. Do you still want to go out, girl?"
Shuhua was busy putting on the oil coat: "Of course I want it."
Murong Hao was in the most dangerous stage, and she should take care of him.
Mu Yusheng also had to ask questions. She was afraid that Murong Hao would be too injured to take care of him, and the servants of the Prince's Mansion would ignore and bully him.
Afu joked: "The old house is really on fire and it's out of control."
Shuhua responded generously: "You will also have this day."
Since you think someone is good and you like him, you should seize the opportunity.
The old emperor acted quickly and sent personal guards to guard the seventh prince's mansion. He also arrested the second prince and the fifth prince, and the other princes took turns questioning them.
The third prince and the eldest prince would peck each other when they were free. The fourth and sixth princes put their tails between their legs and did not dare to show their faces.
As a result, Shuhua and Murong Hao's place was particularly clean.
Murong Hao's fever had subsided, probably because he was in a good mood. He recovered quickly, and in just two or three days, he was able to talk and laugh as usual.
Mu Yusheng was so burned that he lost consciousness, could not get enough water and rice, and became more and more out of shape.
Shuhua went to see him and found that his servants were not serving him well.
Murong Hao sternly held him to account, but the servant defended himself aggrievedly: "His Highness has made it clear that if you can serve Mr. Mu well, you will be rewarded... It's not that I don't want to, it's just that he never makes a sound, like a piece of wood."
He makes no sound when he is in pain, he doesn't make any sound when he is burned, and he still makes no sound when he wakes up occasionally. He doesn't want to eat or take medicine. It's more like he wants to die.
Shuhua thought for a moment and said, "Leave it to me to take care of him. He was injured because of me, and I don't want to see anything happen to him."
Murong Hao was not very happy, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he said: "I will accompany you."
Of course Shuhua disagreed: "Your body is also important."
Murong Hao finally agreed to her taking care of Mu Yusheng.
Shuhua really felt that he was particularly generous and tolerant, which made her love and respect him even more.
She prepared porridge and rice carefully and sat in front of Mu Yusheng's bed waiting for him to wake up.
When the first ray of sunset fell on the horizon, Mu Yusheng finally opened his eyes.
He looked blank and his eyes were unfocused. He stared blankly at the ceiling of the tent for a while, then wanted to close his eyes.
He heard an impossible call: "Mu Yusheng, are you awake?"
Shuhua's face appeared in front of him.
She smiled, full of joy: "Are you hungry? Are you in pain? What do you want to eat?"
Mu Yusheng looked at her dreamily, the corners of his eyes turning red.
He thought he was dreaming and was afraid that he would lose this beauty when he woke up.
He struggled to hold on to her sleeves, wanting to keep her for a moment longer.
"Are you crazy from the fever?" Shuhua was very worried. She reached out and wanted to touch his forehead to see how severe the fever was.
Mu Yusheng looked at her expectantly and tried to raise his head, trying to put his forehead into her palm.
He didn't dare to ask for too much, he just hoped that a moment of touch and sympathy would be enough.
But when the lightly scented hand was about to touch his forehead, she suddenly took it back.
"Afu, come here." Shu Hua called the maid over. There are differences between men and women. Murong Hao trusted her so much, so he should know what to do.
Mu Yusheng's hand that was tightly grasping Shuhua's sleeve suddenly loosened and drooped.
He closed his eyes to hide the pain and despair.
He heard the maid say: "The fever is severe."
Then I heard Shuhua say: "I have a way."
The cool water vapor kept brushing over his forehead and limbs, and he felt much better. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Shuhua sitting next to him, using her ability to help him cool down.
Did she care so much about his life and death?
He looked at her inquiringly, his eyes full of questions.
Shuhua understood his question.
She said solemnly: "Mu Yusheng, of course I care about your life and death, not only because you saved me, but also because I think you are better than many people and deserve to live a good life."
Mu Yusheng felt that these words were empty and meaningless.
She noticed it again: "To tell you the truth, I hope you can help me and His Highness Seventh. We are just poking a hornet's nest. They hate us and want our lives."
Mu Yusheng suddenly had the strength and reason to live.
Although he knew that she probably just pitied him and hoped that he could survive.
But so what?
He was just a humble son of a criminal, born with a disability and never able to stand up. The seventh prince was kind and generous, ambitious, and well-versed in classics and national policies. He only had no talent in poetry.
The most important thing is that the seventh prince values Shuhua and is willing to risk his life to protect her.
Moreover, the seventh prince treated him very well and was a life-saving grace for him.
Two people who treated him equally well, they were so well matched and deserved to be together.
Mu Yusheng's heart was as sharp as a knife.
He smiled at Shuhua and suppressed the tears in his eyes.
He took the initiative to pick up the medicine bowl and drank up the soup. He also took the initiative to eat all the porridge prepared by Shuhua.
Shuhua was very happy. She encouraged him: "This is the best. Get better soon."
Someone came to her: "Your Majesty has summoned me."
She left her maid behind: "Afu will keep an eye on you as you take medicine and eat. I'll come see you tomorrow."
Mu Yusheng shook his head, saying that it was inappropriate for her maid to take care of him and it would affect her reputation.
Murong Hao had someone carry him over on a stretcher: "Carry Yu Sheng into my room, and I will take care of him personally."
Shuhua left with peace of mind.
The servants carried Mu Yusheng into the seventh prince's room. Their beds were close together.
They said enviously: "Young Master Mu is really loved by His Highness."
Murong Hao waved his servants away and saluted Mu Yusheng solemnly.
He said: "Thank you for the rest of my life. You are our great benefactor. From now on, whatever I eat will be yours. I will be grateful in the future!"
Mu Yusheng shook his head. All he wanted was for Shuhua to live a good life.
Murong Hao added: "Now that we have become the target of public criticism, do you have any good ideas?"
Mu Yusheng closed his eyes and thought for a moment, asking for paper and pen.
Murong Hao helped him stand up, helped him grind the ink and lay the paper, and discussed in low voices from time to time the strategies he had written down.
Mu Yusheng was so tired that he could only breathe in but not out, so Murong Hao gave him medicine with his own hands.
"You have to live well for the rest of your life. I can't trust other people. They all want me dead so that they can take away Shuhua. Let's protect her together."
Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.
For two years, the eldest prince and the third prince fought with each other, causing both sides to lose.
The second prince supported the third prince and then died inexplicably.
All the evidence points to the eldest prince. The eldest prince rebelled against the palace and was shot to death by random arrows in Weng City.
The third prince was severely suppressed by the old emperor. Murong Hao ran several beautiful errands one after another, gaining fame and becoming a popular figure among the princes.
The major event that established him as the heir apparent was that he traveled thousands of miles, sneaked into neighboring countries, and stabbed to death the emperor of a neighboring country who sent monks to assassinate Shuhua. He also successfully provoked a riot, causing the neighboring countries to fall apart and no longer be able to compete with the Guo Kingdom. .
When he returned home, he brought back a group of very powerful monks, and these monks were willing to be driven by him.
He has literary talent, martial arts, capable men, and the favor of a goddess. Who can compete with him?
At the Harvest Festival celebration that year, Murong Hao was established as the prince and announced his engagement to Shuhua.
