"Your Majesty, it's him."

Shuhua looked at Murong Hao with a smile, his eyes full of love and distress.

Talented, disliked but not abandoned, kind-hearted, compassionate, discerning, brave and strong, like her, but afraid of dragging her down, you can not see her for this reason.

Love her and value her, and you can not want to die in order to save her.

What more could you ask for?

The old emperor asked again: "How well do you know Lao Qi?" ”

Shuhua replied: "We have only met a few times, but I have heard that the text is like the person, and I think that the person who can write such beautiful poetry is not much worse." ”

The old emperor looked at those poems and songs, and was noncommittal.

When Murong Hao woke up, he ignored his injuries and coldly and immediately took the school to start the statecraft and scriptures and ancient books.

Murong Hao was angry, but he quoted scriptures and classics, and he was fearless, far more knowledgeable than his brothers.

The old emperor's old face, which had always been unruly, was finally a little moved.

Exceptional and honorable.

She fell in love for the first time and wanted to share this happiness, sweetness and pride with others, and the most suitable person to share was obviously Mu Yusheng.

She smiled at him, and he happened to be looking at her.

He gave her a faint smile back, and his face was pale and shaky.

Shuhua called the imperial doctor to treat him: "Didn't you bandage it well, didn't stop the bleeding?" Take a closer look at him and make a better prescription. ”

Mu Yusheng refused treatment: "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." ”

The old emperor called Shuhua to go over: "Now it seems that the seventh is very good, you can try to get along, but you have a special status, and you must have someone I arranged to be present." ”

Murong Hao rolled off the bed and fell to the ground, kowtowing vigorously to the old emperor: "Thank you father for your success, thank you, thank you!" ”

He said many thanks in a row, and the gratitude and joy were indescribable.

The old emperor was amused, and it was rare to be kind to him: "Look at this kid is happy and stupid." ”

Shuhua was also happy for Murong Hao, who had worked hard and endured for so many years, and was finally seen.

She helped Murong Hao lie down, he held her hand tightly like a child and refused to let go, insisting that she accompany him.

Mu Yusheng watched this scene quietly and left quietly.

He faltered, depressed and lonely.

He returned to his cabin alone and stared out the window in a daze.

The rain came unexpectedly, and it was heavy and pouring.

He raised his hand to his throat and tried to make a sound, but no matter how hard he tried, there was never a sound.

In desperation, he thrashed his throat and choked his neck.

He tore at his wounds and let the blood soak Tsing Yi and flow endlessly.

When the stream is clean, it dies.

When it's dead, it's clean.

There will be no more wishful thinking, no more sadness and despair.

He thought he could calmly see her happy, but when it came to the end, he realized that he couldn't do it.

He struggled to his feet, frantically rummaging through the manuscripts of his poems in a drawer.

He grabbed them together haphazardly, trying to rush out and tell anyone that he had written it, and he had written it for her.

From the moment she arrived in the capital and first climbed the Gan Terrace, he had already begun to write poems and lyrics for her.

It's just that he has a low status and is naturally disabled, so he is not qualified to appear in front of her.

Jealousy and sorrow burned his heart like fire, and he burst into tears, like a madman who had lost his mind.

He grabbed the door and was about to open it when the servants of the prince's palace came in the rain and knocked on the door.

"Mu Gongzi, are you okay? The servant brought you medicine and food, and the Seventh Highness and the girl were very worried about you, so let the servant take care of your daily life. ”

Mu Yusheng paused and closed his eyes in despair.

He leaned against the door in despair, and the poems in his arms were scattered all over the ground.

The servant didn't hear the movement, and was very worried: "Mu Gongzi? Mu Gongzi? Are you in there? How's it going? The servant has come in! ”

Mu Yusheng wanted to refuse to care, but he couldn't make the slightest sound.

Otherwise, you can only open the door and go out to gesticulate.

But he didn't want to see anyone, and he desperately banged his head against the door to express his refusal, only to receive more fervent care and concern.

How far can a person despair?

Even if you refuse, you can't.

The servants of the prince's mansion tried to violently smash the door open, but the door suddenly opened.

Under the dim light, Mu Yusheng, covered in blood, pale and desperate, stood.

His eyes lost their life, like the walking dead.

The servants were frightened: "Young Master Mu, what's wrong with you?" ”

He shook his head slightly, took the soup and food they had brought, and closed the door again.

He mechanically swallowed the decoction and food, then mechanically grabbed the manuscripts of the poems, lit the candles, and burned them one by one.

He doesn't deserve it.

Don't deserve her affection, don't deserve her attention.

What if he wrote the poems?

He could never give her happiness, let alone protect her from harm.

She likes this talent for writing poems and lyrics, so she will be happy.

Shuhua accompanied Murong Hao until late at night.

He was hot and confused, but the dream words he shouted was: "Shuhua, don't leave me, I'm willing to give everything, nothing, as long as you live well......"

Shuhua could only reassure him over and over again: "I'm fine, don't worry, Your Highness." ”

He held her hand tightly and whispered, "I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have been involved." ”

Shuhua knew that he might not be able to hear, but he still replied seriously: "Don't worry, I have already thought about facing it with you." ”

The person sent by the old emperor tactfully reminded her: "The wind and rain season, there is a difference between men and women, you should go back." ”

Shuhua leaned over and whispered in Murong Hao's ear, "I'm going back, I'll come to see you tomorrow." ”

He sensibly let go of his hand, his eyes still closed, and his forehead burning.

Shuhua remembered Mu Yusheng: "How is his condition?" I'm going to see him. ”

Aside from anything else, he was at least her savior.

She hoped he was well.

Mu Yusheng didn't open the door for her, and the air was filled with the smell of burned paper.

The servant of the prince's mansion whispered: "Mu Gongzi is very unhappy, I heard that today is actually the death day of his parents. ”

It's inconvenient to bother.

Shuhua stood outside the door and left a word: "For the rest of my life, thank you for saving me, you have to take care of your injuries, eat well, and I'll come to see you another time." ”

The closed door never opened.

She walked away slowly, and when she reached the courtyard gate, she vaguely heard the sound of the window opening, but when she turned back, she only saw that the door and window were closed.

She remembered what Murong Hao had said.

"Don't care...... For the rest of his life, he has a good character and outstanding talent, but the experience is too miserable, don't worry, we have always been good to him, and it will be fine slowly......"

She thought so much and turned away.

The coming day is long, not in a hurry, not to disturb, but also respect.

Mu Yusheng leaned on the window lattice, desperately watching Shuhua go away, and raised his hand to cover his eyes in despair.

(End of chapter)