On that day, Shuhua was dressed in fine clothes, beautiful and elegant, and Murong Hao was serious and elegant, tall and handsome.
They stood side by side above Gan Terrace and appeared in front of people.
The people and ministers of Guo State cheered together, and the guards raised their weapons and stamped their feet in unison, happy that the empire had welcomed the most powerful heir and a prosperous and bright future.
Murong Hao held Shu Hua's hand and said softly: "I swear, you are the only one in this life, and I will always treat you well."
He was a little choked with tears in his eyes: "I never dreamed that this day would come. I am really being favored by God."
Shuhua looked at him and smiled sweetly: "I also feel that I have been treated favorably."
"What a perfect match for a beautiful son and a beautiful wife!" The old emperor was extremely happy and said to Mu Yusheng, who was standing quietly beside him: "Who would have thought of it? You think so, Yu Sheng?"
Probably because the moonlight was too bright, Mu Yusheng's face was extremely pale.
He lowered his eyes and bowed respectfully to express his agreement.
The old emperor patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "As for you, everything is good, but it's a pity that you can't speak. Otherwise, you will become a famous figure."
People with physical disabilities were not allowed to serve as officials in the court.
The third prince stepped forward and said: "Father, what you said is wrong. It doesn't matter if you can't speak, as long as you can write. The prince has many assistants from Mu Yusheng, so he should be rewarded with official salary."
The old emperor stroked his beard and pondered for a long time, then asked Murong Hao: "What does the prince think?"
Murong Hao smiled and saluted him: "I have already intended this, but I am afraid that it is against the law and will cause criticism, so I dare not speak. I will be wronged for the rest of my life."
"If you want to make the country rich and powerful, you should do your best to reject criticism and promote talents in any way. You are stingy." The old emperor said: "Mu Yusheng can be the chief secretary of Zhanshi Mansion in the East Palace."
Although he was only a seventh-grade official in charge of documents, it meant that Mu Yusheng was no longer a slave!
In the future, when the prince ascends the throne, he will definitely have to move up the ladder.
Mu Yusheng kowtowed and thanked him, his heavy tears falling on the ground, unable to be contained.
He was crying about himself, crying about not being able to get what he asked for, and not getting what he asked for.
But everyone in the audience laughed: "I was so happy that I cried. It is indeed a great event. I should cry with joy!"
Only Shuhua looked at him worriedly and asked silently with his lips: "What's wrong with you?"
In the past two years, he has become frighteningly thinner, his eyes no longer have the sparkle they once had, and he looks lifeless, which is not a good thing.
Mu Yusheng tried his best to show a bright smile, showing that he was really crying with joy.
Shuhua felt relieved and turned to answer the old emperor's question.
Mu Yusheng left quietly, staying away from the crowd and hiding himself in the darkness.
He hid in the corner under the Gan Terrace and watched silently as Shuhua shone brightly and smiled brightly. He was surrounded by people, cared for by Murong Hao, and loved by the people of Guo Kingdom.
He was happy for her, so he smiled, laughed and shed tears, which he couldn't wipe away no matter how hard he tried. Fortunately, he couldn't make a sound and wouldn't disturb others.
The prince's ceremonial guard and the goddess' ceremonial guard were originally separate, but Murong Hao insisted on riding in the same car with Shuhua and traveling around the capital at night to enjoy themselves with the people.
The old emperor agreed for some reason.
So they held hands and laughed, loving and sweet.
The carriages and horses drove away, and the bonfire was extinguished.
Mu Yusheng sat cross-legged and looked up at the moon in the sky.
The wind blew gently, turning the white dew into frost. His tears flowed out and were wiped away, wiped away and flowed out again. He wiped too hard, and even wiped blood on his face.
He felt the pain, but felt that the pain made his heart happy and comfortable.
He took off the hairpin and scratched his thigh hard until it was bloody and numb with pain.
On this night of celebration, no one cared about his whereabouts or mood, nor his despair and jealousy.
He tremblingly pointed the hairpin at his throat, trying to scratch this useless thing.
Anyway, Murong Hao's wings are full, and his merits with Shuhua will soon be complete, and he will no longer be needed.
People like him will probably only waste food in their lives.
A stone knocked his hairpin away.
"Crazy with jealousy, but unable to do anything, so you can only kill yourself? Weak and pitiful mute!"
"Do you hate why you can't speak? You have such a talent for nothing, only to be stolen and misappropriated by rats?"
The sixth prince came out of the darkness and looked at him sympathetically.
"Mu Yusheng, you have a crush on Shuhua. For her sake, you are willing to work hard for Lao Qi without asking for anything in return."
Mu Yusheng was caught off guard, but he did not panic. He shook his head and gestured to tell the sixth prince not to slander him randomly, as it would not be good for the country.
The Sixth Prince sighed: "Look at how pitiful and speechless you are... You like her and are willing to die for her. Even Murong Hao is in her favor, but does she know?"
Mu Yusheng quickly stood up and left. He didn't need her to know, and he didn't want her to know.
The Sixth Prince said loudly: "Mu Yusheng, you are helping a poisonous snake, you will definitely regret it in the future. Do you think Lao Qi trusts you? No, there are monks watching you all the time.
It took us a lot of effort to send them away and find a chance to talk to you alone. What Shuhua likes is talent and closeness, not wealth. Why don't you give it a try? "
Mu Yusheng walked faster and faster, wanting to rush back to remind Murong Hao that the other princes were plotting against him and Shuhua.
But he couldn't walk fast, his scratched leg was shaking violently, and his lips were trembling uncontrollably.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to move forward.
Shuhua didn't like him, but she liked Murong Hao, and she knew and fell in love with Murong Hao.
Every time they are together, they want to be together until dawn, and they are inseparable.
He once saw Shuhua secretly kissing Murong Hao on a snowy night, and he also saw how hard Murong Hao worked to marry Shuhua.
His legs suddenly twitched and he couldn't move forward. He fell to the ground in a panic, but he didn't want to stop. He gritted his teeth and tried to crawl.
The Sixth Prince followed up: "We brothers have agreed that no one will marry Shuhua. Her marrying you is the best choice. As long as you are willing, you can come to us at any time."
Mu Yusheng sat in the frosty field all night.
When the servants of the Prince's Mansion found him, the blood on his legs had covered his trouser legs and robe, and dried into a crust.
He was carried back to the East Palace on a stretcher.
Murong Hao frowned, sternly and inquiringly: "What happened? Did you see anyone last night?"
Mu Yusheng made a sign with the word "six".
Murong Hao fell silent. After a moment, he laughed: "Are they encouraging you to tell the truth so that Shuhua can marry you in the future? None of them will compete with you?"
Mu Yusheng couldn't deny it.
"These vicious bad guys, I knew they would never give up!" Murong Hao gritted his teeth and cursed a few words, then asked in a low voice: "Yu Sheng, you are not tempted, are you?"
Mu Yusheng shook his head slowly but firmly, and wrote: "Shuhua treats you wholeheartedly, you are a perfect match."
I have to go to the countryside today and tomorrow, and I still have some work materials to submit. I will update this chapter first. If I have time, I will write the second chapter. If it is not late, please forgive me.
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