The rain is getting heavier, the spring is cold, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians.

Shuhua waited until she was a little impatient, and she suspected that the Follower had forgotten their agreement, or was playing tricks on her.

A tall, thin man in ragged clothes pulled a waterwheel and walked under the almond blossom tree with difficulty.

The waterwheel was so heavy that the wheels slid on the wet bluestone slabs and slanted towards the ditch beside the road.

The young man was too thin and obviously not strong enough, and he struggled to keep his balance, and the waterwheel kept sliding.

Shuhua put down the beautiful oil-paper umbrella and stepped forward to help hold the car.

She was born in a peasant family, and she would also carry a hoe to work in the fields with her father.

In addition, he was born with the ability to call the wind and rain, and his body is far lighter and more powerful than ordinary people.

She can easily jump on a two-foot high wall, jump and run nimbly between branches like a squirrel, and easily knock over a dozen strong men.

The crunching waterwheel was gently pushed by her, and it was back on the road.

The young man bowed his head and saluted, and a drop of rain slipped down and hung on his eyelashes, like a beautiful woman weeping.

The hands that are folded together are scarred, but they can be seen to be beautiful and slender, and the fingertips are calluses left by holding a pen for many years.

"What's your name?" Shuhua saw the hands and had a whim, or maybe this is the "Heart-Follower".

She is young, has never suffered hardships, is simple-minded, and the biggest disappointment is that she is not very free, and occasionally dreams of meeting a master or a lover.

She thought that if this was the "heart-follower" who was hidden in the city, how much fun it would be.

The young man looked up at her, pointed to his mouth, and waved his hand gently.

Shuhua understood, he couldn't speak.

The boss who sold siu mai at the entrance of the alley said kindly: "Don't embarrass him, his name is Mu Yusheng, he is the son of a criminal official, he was born unable to speak, and he was reduced to hard labor overnight." His family is dead, and he is the only one left, and he is pitiful. This water is to be delivered to the king's house on time, and if it exceeds the hour, it will be punished. ”

Mu Yusheng calmly listened to others talk about his misery, and then calmly saluted Shuhua, and continued to step forward to drag the waterwheel.

After walking a few steps, the straw sandals on his feet broke down.

He distractedly picked up his grass shoes and put them in his arms, and continued on his bare feet.

Shuhua thought for a while and gave a handful of money to the boss who sold the siu mai: "Do you have extra shoes at home?" Send it to him, don't mention me. ”

She gave a lot of money, and the proprietress directly found the new shoes made for her man, and chased them and stuffed them for Mu Yusheng.

Mu Yusheng turned his head, looked at Shuhua from a distance, and bowed his head again.

Still got it...... Shuhua smiled at him a little embarrassedly, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, and continued to wait.

waited until it was dark, and the "heart-follower" did not come.

Disappointed, she returned home, only to find a new poem by the "Heartbreaker" at the porter.

It is written about the spring rain and apricot blossoms, the innocence of the child, and the waterwheel wheel, and the woman helping others.

Shuhua was greatly surprised, so he wrote a letter, blaming the "follower" for breaking his promise, but he went but did not show up, leaving her alone there for a long time.

At the end of the letter, she said, "Don't send me any more poems and letters in the future, let it be over." ”

and he left it at the porter, and someone would come and take it.

In the past, Shuhua had never thought of tracking down or peeping on anyone, but this time, she hid outside the gate and saw that someone had taken the letter, so she quietly followed.

She finally saw the "Heartbreaker".

turned out to be the seventh prince that the old emperor of the kingdom disliked the most, Murong Hao.

Murong Hao was born with a mother, he was not liked by his parents, he was left to his nursing mother to raise him until he was seven years old before he could walk, and he was enlightened at the age of ten, and he was thrown out of the palace when he was just fourteen years old.

Other princes, big or small, always have a title or official position, but he is the only one who has nothing, only called "Seven Highnesses".

Several princes were courteous to Shuhua before, and Murong Hao also came.

She was not happy to see him, so he left two pots of budding narcissus and left.

It was the middle of winter, and there was no green outside the window.

Although Shuhua is not interested in people, he also thinks that these two pots of narcissus are suitable for the occasion, and he also thinks that he is interesting.

The daffodils cast a secret method, and Yuxiang accompanied her through the winter.

And Murong Hao himself never showed up again.

Who would have thought that he would be the one who follows the heart?

I've never heard of this person being brilliant before...... Shuhua turned over the beam and hid to observe.

The Seventh Prince had a bleak life, there were few attendants around her, let alone any effective guards, she hid on the beam, and everyone knew nothing.

She saw that Murong Hao had carefully washed his hands before opening her letter, and then carefully opened the envelope with a bamboo knife.

After reading it, he sat in front of the desk and was stunned for a long time.

She was sleepy, so he began to write, and Shuhua was curious to see how he would answer, but he kept writing and tearing and tearing and tearing up repeatedly.

The attendant asked, "Hasn't Your Highness been looking forward to writing a letter to Miss Shu?" Why did you write it and tear it up? ”

Murong Hao sighed softly: "She blamed me for missing the appointment today and not showing up to meet her." Tell me not to send her poems, songs, and letters again. I think about it, and I can't see anyone left and right, so it's better to leave it at that. ”

The attendant was puzzled: "Why can't you see people?" Miss Shu doesn't know the truth of His Highness, so she refuses, you should let her know. ”

"It's not a good thing to marry into the royal family, and I have no power, no power, no love, and I have something to do with it, I don't know how much I have to suffer. Do you know why I chose the name of the Heartbreaker? From the heart, for cowardice, I don't dare to be delusional. ”

Murong Hao tore up the letter again.

A steward walked in and said, "Your Highness, Mu Yusheng has inquired about it clearly. His father offended His Highness because of his outspokenness, not for some kind of traitorous crime. The penal labor camp agrees to call him over, but you are to ask Your Highness to do so in person. ”

Murong Hao thought for a moment and said, "Then go and ask for it." ”

The attendant stopped: "Your Highness the Seventh, Your Highness has always liked to embarrass you, if you ask him, he will definitely take the opportunity to humiliate him." It's not worth it for the son of a criminal officer. ”

Murong Hao said: "It's nothing that isn't worth it, the person she likes must be good." And although Mu Yusheng was born dumb, he was also quite famous in the past, and I am short of a clerk here, and he will not dislike me if he comes. ”

The steward joked: "Your Highness, is this a love house and Wu?" ”

Murong Hao scolded in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

The master and servant got up to rest, and Shuhua took the opportunity to jump off the beam of the room and took away the shredded letter paper of the Seven Princes.

When I got home, I looked closely, and the handwriting was indeed the same as that of the "Follower", and the tone of the words was similar to before.

There is also a poem in it, which only writes the sentence "Jiang Chun is lonely and has no plan", and the rest is gone.

Shuhua was itching, and he couldn't wait to rush back, pick Murong Hao up from the bed, and ask what was written behind.

Note: "Jiang Chun's Loneliness Returns to No Measure" is from Su Ling's "Jiang Ci" in the Song Dynasty

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