The king of a country, regicide, father and brother, deceived and abducted, endured for many years, just because he wanted her love.
The king of a country knelt before her and humbly begged her to forgive him, like him, and love him.
Shuhua stared at Murong Hao, with mixed emotions in his heart that were hard to describe. He only felt that life was so absurd and heavy.
She wiped her face and said hoarsely: "You want me to give you another chance?"
Murong Hao suddenly raised his head and said in surprise: "Are you willing?"
"Let me out of the palace." Shuhua said solemnly, "I have been imprisoned for many years and I don't want to be imprisoned any longer."
"What are you doing out of the palace? So that you and Mu Yusheng can sleep together and fly together? I won't agree!"
Murong Hao's smile disappeared instantly and he spoke fiercely.
"You and I have been together day and night, and we have been close to each other for so long. Isn't it possible that our friendship and relationship for so long are no match for a few poems that float on paper and have no effect?"
Shuhua had already guessed that this would happen. She lowered her eyes and didn't want to say anything more.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Shu, I was too sad and scared. I didn't mean to yell at you."
When Murong Hao saw her expression, he immediately stopped his anger and said in a low voice: "I am sincere to you. Look, I have never hurt you or your family..."
"If you don't believe it, you can cut my heart open!"
He excitedly pulled out the dagger, forced it into Shuhua's hand, and forced her to cut his heart.
"Are you crazy!" Shu Hua couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him away.
In terms of real force, Murong Hao was no match for her. He had always relied on the monks hiding in the dark.
The monk rushed out and pushed Shuhua to the ground: "Your Majesty, do you want to teach her a lesson?"
"Let her go and step back."
Murong Hao wiped the blood from the corners of his lips nonchalantly, his eyes dark and his voice resentful.
"Sure enough... you don't know how to write poetry, but you never want to look at me again... you are so hard-hearted. Why, I have tried all my methods, but you still don't like me..."
Shuhua lay on his back on the ground, looking at the complicated and exquisite caisson and laughing: "If only I were really hard-hearted, I wouldn't be locked up again and again by you, forcing everyone!"
She was laughing like crazy and couldn't stop.
If she were not the auspicious person who could control the wind and rain and enrich people's livelihood, she would probably not have these misfortunes, right?
For the first time in her life, she hated her own abilities so much.
"Stop laughing!" Murong Hao was horrified by her laughter. He crawled towards her, ignoring her attack, and held her face hard.
"Don't laugh! If you don't obey, I will kill your parents!"
He threatened, lowering his head to kiss her lips.
He tried carefully, and tried to hold her tighter.
Shuhua retched uncontrollably.
Murong Hao quickly let go of her.
He retracted and said hoarsely: "No matter how disgusting you are, I will not let you go. We are getting married in three days. Think about it carefully and don't let your parents-in-law worry."
The palace maids rushed in, pulled Shuhua up from the ground, washed and changed her clothes, and wanted to feed her.
Shuhua silently took the chopsticks and ate by himself.
As long as her parents are still alive, she is not qualified to die.
Murong Hao came to see her every morning and evening, but he did not approach her again.
He stood a foot away from her, waved away all the palace people and monks, and spoke calmly.
"I went to my parents-in-law's house and told them that we were getting married soon. The two old people were very happy."
"Mu Yusheng is now the head of the Etiquette Department, and he works very hard on errands."
"You have lost a lot of weight in the past two days. I hope you can eat more so that your parents-in-law don't worry."
Shuhua turned his head and looked at the vast sky outside the window without any response.
Three days later, the wedding ceremony arrived as scheduled.
Shuhua had no room to struggle or refuse.
Because early in the morning, Murong Hao brought Father Shu and Mother Shu into the palace, and arranged very powerful monks around them.
The old couple Shu knew nothing and were so happy that they burst into laughter.
Murong Hao and Shu Hua traveled through the city together, and all the people cheered, rejoicing for the marriage.
When passing by the water-carrying alley, the apricot tree was bearing small green fruits. Mu Yusheng, wearing a green seventh-grade official uniform, stood under the tree and looked at it with a worried face.
The owner of the shaomai shop shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, Feng Yu Ling! The common people are so happy for you! Today we will give you 100 shaomai for free as a gift!"
Murong Hao stopped the carriage and happily gave the reward: "This is the place where I and the queen established their love. Thank you very much."
Shuhua's face was expressionless.
Murong Hao smiled calmly and smoothed things over: "The queen is too tired."
A monk appeared quietly, holding the boss and his wife's child. His hand was cold and ruthless on the child's fragile neck.
Shuhua laughed out loud, completely despairing.
She smiled like a madman, and while laughing, she took the child and handed it back to his parents: "Take good care of him, and you will all live a long life."
"Let's go!" Murong Hao was so embarrassed that he held her hand tightly and ordered the chariot to continue moving forward.
Mu Yusheng pursed his lips tightly and stared at the retreating chariot with a cold expression.
In just a few days, Shuhua's eyes had lost their luster and vitality, and he looked like a half-crazy person with a perverse personality.
He knew best how much the goddess, who had been imprisoned for several years, yearned for freedom and a close companion.
Murong Hao broke her wings. She surrendered for her parents and others, but she was destined to live a bad life and not live long.
He would never allow this to happen. She wanted others to live a long life, but he only wanted her to live a long life.
Mu Yusheng walked into the medical clinic and left a note, agreeing with the doctor that he would visit his home in two hours.
After that, he bought a lot of things and returned to his small and simple house.
He quietly boiled water, took a bath, boiled medicine, prepared clean clothes, and placed dry food and water beside the bed.
When everything was ready, he took out a sharp short blade, sharpened it again and again on the whetstone, and then plunged it into the boiling water.
I drank a large bowl of hemp powder, washed my body with strong liquor, and put the handkerchief into my mouth.
He raised the blade and swung it down with his eyes closed.
The intense pain tore through his mind, and he staggered and fell onto the bed, trembling as he pressed a clean handkerchief to the injured area to stop the bleeding.
The doctor came as promised, and when he saw this scene he couldn't help shouting: "Are you crazy! Are you looking for death?"
"I want to live." Mu Yusheng held the doctor's hand tightly, his lips moved silently, and his eyes shone with determination.
For a person of his age, it is already too late to purify himself. In all likelihood, he will die and no one will do it for him.
But it doesn't matter, he can do it himself.
No matter what, he must enter the palace and come to Shuhua's side.
Seven days later, Mu Yusheng walked into the palace with his bones erect and staggering.
Murong Hao looked sinister: "I heard that you have something important to report?"
Mu Yusheng took off his official uniform, neatly folded it aside, and saluted: "Your Majesty, please allow me to enter the palace to serve the empress."
I'm sick, so I'll be slower these days.
