The "heart-followers" never sent a word again.

Shuhua was stunned.

It's not that she fell in love with this person, but she suddenly lost a literary friend who could speak, and she felt very uncomfortable.

She was so lonely.

After all, with her strange identity, she didn't have any friends on a daily basis, and going out was limited to what the old emperor allowed.

Because he was especially afraid that she would be snatched away or killed by her neighbors, otherwise the loss of the kingdom would be too great.

Two months later, in early summer, Shuhua couldn't hold back and wrote another letter to the "Heart-Follower", which didn't contain much content, so he only asked him about the poem.

It was not long before the letter was taken from the porter, and in the evening the porter brought in a whole box of letters.

It's all new poems and songs written by "Those Who Follow the Heart", and that poem is placed on top.

"Zhouge Mountain sees sand across the water, and Huang Chen is the first flower of the sideburns.

Jiang Chun is lonely and has no plan, and a tree falls apricot blossoms in the wind. ”

The maid Afu helped unpack the envelope and made a fuss: "A total of one hundred and twenty letters, one hundred and twenty poems and songs, an average of two per day." That's too talented, isn't it? ”

Shuhua also thinks so, none of these 120 poems and songs are bad or beautiful.

He never mentioned half of the word "love", but every word was her, and every word was her.

She did not reply to the letter, but from that day on, poems or lyrics, songs or fu were sent to her every day.

When the number of works of the "Heart-Followers" had accumulated to 1,000, Shuhua sent him a letter again and asked him to meet him in three days.

Three days later, the harvest festival is celebrated, and she will go to the Gan terrace to pray for good weather and a good harvest next year.

The goddess travels, hugging before and after, and is mighty.

Shuhua in costume was completely different from usual, she sat on a float with a solemn expression, walked through the capital avenue, and received the cheers and admiration of all the people.

This frenzy reached its peak when she ascended the Gan Terrace, and the cheers shook the birds in the sky so hard that they did not dare to fall.

The princes and ministers watched this scene and had their own thoughts.

Those who win the goddess will get the country, it is not just an empty word.

After the blessing ceremony, Shuhua went to the palace behind the Gan Terrace to rest, went in with the front foot, and followed a group of princes to ask for a meeting.

She ignored all of them, and the people sent by the old emperor looked at her and immediately took care of it.

In the middle of the moon, the bonfire party begins, and the royal family will rejoice with all the people.

Shuhua prepares to go home to accompany her elderly parents, and she changes into an ordinary black-painted carriage.

Murong Hao had been waiting in the car for a long time.

Seeing her come in, he saluted nervously: "I take the liberty to disturb, but you said that you will meet today, but you have not agreed on a place, I think about it, only this moment is the most appropriate." ”

Shuhua returned the salute calmly and asked, "The Seventh Highness is the one who follows the heart?" ”

Murong Hao said embarrassedly: "Although it's a bit embarrassing, it's just a little talented." ”

Shuhua was not polite: "Why hide your head and show your tail?" ”

Murong Hao said after a long while: "If you knew it was me in the morning, would you still take care of me?" I'm afraid that if you see my letters, you will throw them away, and they won't open them. ”

That's true.

Shuhua asked again: "Why did you come again?" ”

Murong Hao didn't say anything.

The sound of horses' hooves knocks on the long street, making a crisp sound of "da-da", the night breeze blows, the lantern turns, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus enters the nose.

Shuhua waited patiently.

When he was about to arrive near her house, Murong Hao finally spoke: "I think there will always be a time in life when you are bold and delusional. ”

Shuhua thought so, but she didn't want to express her position, she wanted to see it again.

"It's time for me to go." Murong Hao got out of the car and looked back at her, "My brothers have bad intentions towards you, and the only thing you can do is to ask Your Majesty for help." ”

"Thank you, Your Highness, for reminding me." Shuhua smiled and said goodbye to him, and saw a tall and thin figure waiting quietly on the side of the road.

It's the rest of my life.

He looked much better than before, wearing a literati robe, a little fatter, clean and neat, and his eyebrows and eyes were quiet.

He looked at her and bowed solemnly, with a quiet smile on his lips.

Shuhua called him over: "Reach out." ”

Mu Yusheng didn't know why, but he still obediently stretched out his hand.

The cuffs have the abrasion marks left by the frequent writing, the palms are white and slender, and the calluses between the fingers are clearly visible, which is the hand of the reader, not the hand of the hard labor.

Shuhua called him again: "Lift your feet." ”

Mu Yusheng also obediently raised his feet.

The most common green cloth shoes, clean and fitting, slightly worn, have obviously been worn for some time.

Shuhua was very satisfied, and even smiled a little more at Murong Hao: "Your Highness is very good." ”

Murong Hao had been watching her and Mu Yusheng silently, but when he heard her talking to himself, he asked directly: "Do you suspect that I am pretending to be kind to you?" ”

"How so? I'm glad to see him get better. ”

Shuhua has an ordinary wish, hoping that the man he has a good impression of will be kind and upright.

Murong Hao suddenly realized her thoughts, and he chuckled.

"Mu Yusheng is very talented, and he was buried in hard labor, even if he followed me, a down-and-out person, he was still buried. Let's do this for now, and when the time is ripe in the future, I will recommend him to the Third Emperor Brother. ”

The three princes he said were the most vocal of the seven princes, and it was very likely that he would be made the crown prince.

Shuhua nodded, lowered the curtain and urged the driver to hurry.

The next morning, as soon as she awoke, she received a pair of osmanthus balls of different varieties, with silver bells and delicate pieces of paper sprinkled with gold falling from the bottom of the balls.

A piece of paper reads "Same Wine", and a piece of paper reads "Juvenile Tour".

This is in line with Shuhua's thoughts.

She wrote a letter to Murong Hao, asking him to travel to Xishan with wine on a moonlit night.

That night, Murong Hao was invited, and sure enough, he carried a car full of fine wine and osmanthus flowers.

They sang about wine, talked about ideals, talked about poetry, and talked happily.

In the middle, Murong Hao wrote several poems in response to the scene, which was amazing and brilliant, which made Shuhua breathtaking.

She had a question: "Why is His Highness so talented and learned, but he is unknown?" ”

Murong Hao laughed heartily with a sense of wine: "Because I want to live for a long time." ”

Shuhua understands, but she believes that "this is not a long-term solution. ”

Murong Hao said: "It's really not a way, so I can't come to see you again, this is the last time." Otherwise, it will bring disaster to you. ”

He dropped the flask and walked away laughing.

Shuhua was stunned, she wrote to him, talking about current affairs, climate, and feelings.

He also replied to her letter, but the letter no longer passed through the concierge, but was delivered secretly by Mu Yusheng.

His letters were replied very quickly, and his opinion of the matter always spoke to her heart.

As the days went by, month after month, they never saw each other in private again.

But Shuhua fell uncontrollably in love with Murong Hao, if the soul needed a partner, it must be him, he understood her too well.

(End of chapter)