Shuhua is trying on the queen's dress.
The finest vermilion brocade, woven with gold and embroidered, embellished with beads and inlaid with treasures, the phoenix dances in the sky for nine days, making it resplendent.
The female officer said in amazement: "It's so beautiful! Your Majesty personally designed the pattern. Originally, everyone was worried that it would be overwhelming if it was too complicated, but His Majesty said that you can hold on. It's true!"
Shuhua was also very satisfied. His only doubt was that the dress was too expensive and extravagant.
Behind her were a total of twenty-four carved lacquer boxes, all containing similar splendid clothes, which cost a huge amount of manpower and material resources.
Not long after the old emperor passed away, Murong Hao had just ascended the throne. The court was still in chaos and the foundation was not strong. Such extravagance had already caused a lot of criticism.
Too much is never enough, that's the truth.
The female official saw her thoughts and said with a smile: "You have earned all the wealth in Guo State. It is not an exaggeration to wear good clothes on your wedding day. It is also the dignity of Guo State."
Shuhua sighed: "If it's just two or three sets, it doesn't matter..."
Murong Hao strode over and said loudly: "What are you afraid of! Even if I give you this world, who dares to say anything!"
Shuhua smiled when he saw him: "I don't want it, we can each perform our duties."
Murong Hao waved the palace attendant away, looked her up and down with satisfaction, and then hugged her into his arms: "I wish this was the day."
Shuhua lay on his shoulder and whispered, "Me too."
Murong Hao became passionate. He held her face, looked into her eyes, and asked dumbly: "You love me the same, right? I am willing to give everything for you, are you the same?"
Shuhua felt very strange: "Why do you keep asking me the same questions after so long? Is there something I haven't done well enough that makes you worried?"
Murong Hao's eyes flashed slightly: "Of course not, I just feel like I'm in a dream, and I still feel that I'm not good enough, and I'm afraid that you will dislike me."
Shuhua was amused: "How could it be? No one is perfect, and I am not perfect myself. Have you ever disliked me?"
"How could I dislike you?" Murong Hao put her hand on his heart: "Shu Hua, I was born for you."
His heart was beating hard and fiercely under her palm, and Shuhua was moved by him.
But she couldn't say the same thing. She thought about it and made a solemn promise: "If you don't let me down, I will not let you down!"
Murong Hao was obviously not very satisfied. He said solemnly: "Shu Hua, I miss you so much. I dream about you all the time. I want to be husband and wife with you first..."
Shuhua was stunned, took a deep breath for a while and then said: "It's not yet time, I promised the late emperor to strictly observe etiquette, and this will only be done on the wedding day."
At that time, one of the conditions for the old emperor to agree to her relationship with Murong Hao was that she must not mess up her temperament and must strictly observe etiquette.
The old emperor said: "You are a goddess, and Lao Qi is a prince. You two have a bright future and represent the style of the Guo Kingdom. I want you to cherish yourself and set an example."
Shuhua deeply agreed and believed that the old emperor really cared about her and the country. In her subsequent interactions with Murong Hao, she always strictly adhered to the bottom line.
Murong Hao was quite measured before, but before and after the death of the old emperor, he obviously couldn't help it. He hinted at her several times, but she refused.
The request was made very clearly today, which made her embarrassed, but she was also worried that refusing would make him unhappy.
Murong Hao was indeed very unhappy.
His face turned cold and his eyes searched: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will always give up? Or do you have reservations about me?"
Shuhua tried his best to explain: "Why rush? I just think that we should set an example, keep our word, and respect etiquette."
"Then you are worried that someone will say nonsense?" Murong Hao sneered, "Who dares to say nonsense?!"
His young and handsome face showed the coldness, solemnity and solemnity of an emperor.
Shu Hua looked at him silently, feeling that he was increasingly different from the Murong Hao she knew.
In fact, she has heard a lot of bad things recently, but she still believes in him. How can we fight for power and profit without means and scheming?
But she always felt a strong sense of uneasiness, and she didn't know why.
Murong Hao noticed her silence.
He quickly changed his smile: "I'm just joking with you. If you don't want to, forget it. I won't force you."
Although both of them tried hard to harmonize the atmosphere, Shuhua still felt his anxiety and displeasure.
She decided to change the topic: "Is there still no news about the rest of my life?"
Murong Hao was startled, then frowned: "No! If there was news about him, would I not tell you? What are you suspecting? Did someone tell you something?"
Shuhua didn't expect his reaction to be so big.
She was a little frightened and didn't know what to say for a moment.
When Murong Hao saw her expression, he immediately reached out and hugged her hard, speaking softly and eagerly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not angry with you, I'm just too busy and tired recently. They always say that I am a bad person, saying that I killed the king, the father, and the brother... But I didn't. You know, my father has long been I'm seriously ill, I just kept it hidden."
He cried aggrievedly, feeling extremely sad, like a child who had been hurt and abandoned by his family.
Shuhua's heart softened instantly. She hugged him back, patted his back and coaxed him softly.
Murong Hao lay on her lap without any defense and fell asleep.
But not long after, someone from the palace came to wake him up: "Your Majesty, there is a criminal at the border, and Prime Minister Yue wants to see him..."
Murong Hao rubbed his forehead tiredly and said apologetically: "I wanted to spend more time with you, but there are too many things. By the way, I brought you a gift."
The palace servants brought ten boxes of treasures, and the brilliance of the treasures filled the room with jewels.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid he brought half of the treasury here, right? He really loves you." Afu said to Shuhua while looking at the book, "You shouldn't mention Mr. Mu."
Shuhua said softly: "I didn't expect him to be unhappy."
Since her engagement, she has not seen Mu Yusheng again.
Murong Hao told her that Mu Yusheng left without saying goodbye when he came down from Gan Terrace. Someone saw the Sixth Prince coming into contact with him and saw that he was covered in blood and was in a very bad condition.
For this reason, Murong Hao took her to the Sixth Prince several times to inquire about the situation.
The sixth prince flatly denied it, and soon he fell drunk and fell into a coma, becoming an idiot and unable to ask any questions.
She herself also made private inquiries many times, but found nothing.
Later, the second prince conspired to be executed and some top-secret letters were found in his mansion.
Among them was a letter that wanted to cut off Mu Yusheng. The reason was that Mu Yusheng was Murong Hao's right-hand man. If he wanted to defeat Murong Hao, he must get rid of Mu Yusheng.
Murong Hao was very sad at that time and sent several groups of people to search for Mu Yusheng's whereabouts.
There is news that Mu Yusheng was seen walking alone in the mountains and forests, and there is also news that Mu Yusheng is dead.
But no one was seen alive, no body was seen dead, this man just disappeared out of thin air.
She felt that Murong Hao should care about Mu Yusheng as much as she did.
Afu sighed: "Girl, I have something to say, I don't know whether to say it or not."
Also, just release it after writing it.
