Shuhua stood on the top of the high star-picking building and looked down.

The downstairs was full of soldiers, swords unsheathed, arrows on the string, and countless mechanism formations flashed silver light from time to time, all to prevent her from escaping.

"Mother, come down! You can't leave! ”

A group of palace people cried miserably.

"Niangniang, think about your relatives at home! They all live on you! ”

"Niangniang, Your Majesty is sincere to you, and he has made you the queen, with fine clothes and food, and everything he does is for you! What else are you not satisfied with? ”

Shuhua was disgusted.

It was ridiculous that a false marriage full of deception, killing, coercion, and never recognized by her should make her obedient and content.

If she is not born with an ability, she can call for wind and rain to ensure that the country is in good weather and has a good harvest.

If she had not been given the name of auspiciousness, marrying her would have helped her compete for the throne.

Would Murong Hao still beg to marry her so frantically and desperately?

What kind of sincerity would take the identity and talent of others, ignore her wishes, and take it by force?

What kind of sincerity would take advantage of the safety of her relatives to coerce her, and even after they died, conceal the news and continue to intimidate and coerce?

What kind of sincerity would put the closest palace people around her to death in front of this star-picking tower, and strictly ordered all palace people not to talk to her without his permission?

What kind of sincerity will set up countless checkpoints and heavy troops outside this Star Picking Palace to imprison her?

She doesn't eat this set!

Now that the relatives are deceased, there are no more bonds, and there is no need to spend time with rotten people.

She's just waiting for someone.

A poor person who gave up everything for her and was dragged into the endless abyss because of her, is also the only warmth and attachment she has left in this world - Mu Yusheng.

Little by little, the sun slid down the sky, and just as the moon was about to rise, a figure finally walked on the long road.

He was dressed in the lowest court robes, tall and thin, pale and weak, and he had to rest after a few steps.

But he was high-spirited, his shoulders were straight, he raised his head, looked up at Shuhua standing in the wind on the roof, and in his dark eyes there was only her except heaven and earth.

The dark blue sky, with the bloody remnant sun on one side, the white moon floating on the other, the scarlet embroidered gold skirt as warm and brilliant as the flames, she is his god.

Mu Yusheng used all his strength to maintain his demeanor, and slowly walked downstairs to pick up stars, and met Shuhua's eyes.

The two of them didn't say anything, but they said everything.

The palace people looked strange.

A dumb slave who can't speak, although his status is low, but he is talented and has an excellent demeanor, if he is obedient, it will not be difficult to smooth his life.

He didn't know what he could, but he dared to disobey His Majesty, and was willing to enter the palace for the queen's mother, doing this lowly hard labor, and suffering all kinds of torture and humiliation.

What's in the picture? Is it worth it?

If His Majesty hadn't been worried that the queen would die, which would affect the overall situation, he would have rotted into a pulp of flesh long ago.

The queen mother is also strange, she doesn't love the powerful, strong and noble Majesty, and only loves this humble and dumb slave with a crippled body.

What's in the picture? Is it worth it?

They don't understand anyway.

But no matter what, since Mu Yusheng is here, the queen mother has stopped.

Shuhua jumped off the roof lightly, his gaze falling on Mu Yusheng's back - the crow-blue robe was blood-stained and sticky, obviously, he had just been abused.

"Does it hurt?" She asked in a whisper, as if a louder voice would make him hurt more.

Mu Yusheng smiled and shook his head, compared a few gestures, saying that it was the happiest thing to see her, and gently comforted her not to be sad about the death of her relatives.

Shuhua stared at his hand.

These hands have written countless talented poems and songs that resonate with her, but now they are covered with scald and knife wounds, and the thumb and index finger holding the pen have been cut off by Qi Gen, and the scars that have not yet healed are hideous and ugly.

Murong Hao knows too well how to break a person's pride.

Sensing her eyes, the light on Mu Yusheng's face instantly dimmed, and he clumsily put his sleeves together and hid behind him.

Shuhua stabilized his emotions and said in a low voice: "Tomorrow night's harvest festival celebration, let's leave together." ”

Mu Yusheng's eyes widened violently, and after the surprise, it was difficult to hide his melancholy.

Shuhua had made up his mind and calmly let the palace people take him away.

The country is an agricultural country, and the harvest festival celebration is the most important festival of the year.

She has a special identity and is an "auspicious" who can call for wind and rain, and she must go to Gan Terrace to pray for blessings in order to pray for smooth weather and abundant crops in the coming year.

Murong Hao didn't let her go last year, and the drought in the east caused civil unrest, and it was not until the beginning of this year that it calmed down.

If the people can't see her appear to pray for blessings this year, suspicions will inevitably arise, and the government and the opposition will be shaken, so Murong Hao must let her out of the palace and appear in front of people.

As long as she leaves the Star Picking Palace, it will be her chance.

Shuhua meticulously completed the prayer ceremony, which was her last gift to the people of the country, wishing them good weather and abundant harvests.

In the middle of the moon, a large bonfire was lit on the Gan terrace, drums were played, the emperor and queen appeared on the stage, and the cheers of "long live" came and went.

Shuhua vigorously waved away Murong Hao's outstretched hand, tore off the queen's dress in front of him, smashed the phoenix crown, called for wind and rain, threw off the pursuers, and escaped smoothly.

Her strength was limited, and she had to pay the price of twenty years of life and good fortune in exchange for a monk to escort Mu Yusheng to join her.

"Let's find a seclusion in the mountains and forests where no one lives, farm and hunt together, and stay together for the rest of our lives, if you want to be good to me, I will also be good to you."

Shuhua traced the future and drank the nectar water handed by Mu Yusheng, and she just wanted to praise him for being considerate, but she lost consciousness.

Shuhua was awakened by pain.

She saw her own blood flowing all over the ground, and a huge opening was made under her left rib, and Mu Yusheng's hand was inserted in her flesh and blood, clutching her heart tightly.

His dark eyes were fixed on her, panic and reassurance.

"Stop, it hurts......" Shuhua screamed sadly, she was terrified, this was a nightmare, right? It is impossible for Mu Yusheng to treat her like this!

But she never got rid of this nightmare, but she couldn't die, so she could only beg in despair: "I beg you, for the rest of your life, don't ...... me like this"

The lover's dark arrow is the most difficult to defend against, and it is also the most cold and painful.

Mu Yusheng pursed his lips, covered her eyes with one hand, and pulled her heart out with the other.

Shuhua screamed and fainted.

She saw another transparent self float into the air, life leaving her body little by little.

There was starlight scattered, and a cold and solemn face was conjured, and then it gradually coincided with Mu Yusheng's face.

"Lingze?" Shuhua looked at this face in a daze, and suddenly remembered many things.

It's a matter of the previous life, she is the daughter of Nanshan Daozun, a proud cultivation genius, and a pair of resentful couples with the Lingze Divine Monarch of Yunzhong Palace.

Shenjun was ruthless, he didn't love her, so she gave him a letter of resignation, and before leaving, she stole his Harusawa qin cloth for a rain, so he was severely punished and lost everything.

She has lived a miserable life, and it can be seen that the punishment is not over.

What she didn't understand was why he came here with him to play with her as Mu Yusheng.

Is it to hate her? Hate her for abandoning him, so revenge? But isn't that right, isn't he ruthless?

Before she could figure it out, she saw Mu Yusheng put her heart on the ground, took out cinnabar, talismans, peach wood cones and other objects, and set up a formation to punish evil spirits.

Shuhua was stunned and laughed, it turned out that she was a demon in his eyes!

All of this is just to be able to kill her, to get rid of the evil in her?

It was a sin to be different and different, even if she had never done anything bad.

How ironic! It's really hard for him, two lives and two lives, so righteous and awe-inspiring, ruthless!

But, why, she has to be treated so cruelly by him for the rest of her life?! What did she do wrong?!

Hatred was like fire, Shuhua rushed back to his body, burned all his life force, and stabbed the dagger into Mu Yusheng's abdomen.

Mu Yusheng grabbed her shoulders in surprise, his lips opened and closed silently, and big tears fell from his dark eyes.

Shuhua gritted his teeth and stirred the dagger, and sneered: "Dog man, I just hate to break you into ten thousand pieces!" ”

From then on, she will never fall in love with any man again and be deceived again.