The king of a country, killed the king, killed his father and brother, was abducted and deceived, and endured for many years, just because he wanted her love.

The king of a kingdom knelt before her, and humbly pleaded with her, begging her to forgive him, to like him, to love him.

Shuhua stared at Murong Hao, with mixed feelings in his heart, indescribable, only feeling that life was so ridiculous and heavy.

She wiped her face and said in a dumb voice, "You want me to give you another chance?" ”

Murong Hao raised his head suddenly and said in surprise: "Are you willing?" ”

"You let me out of the palace." Shuhua said solemnly: "I have been locked up for many years, and I don't want to be locked up any longer. ”

"What are you doing out of the palace? Is it good to live and fly with Mu Yusheng for the rest of your life? I don't promise! ”

Murong Hao's smile disappeared in an instant, and his words were intense.

"I get along with you day and night, my ears and temples grind, so long love and getting along, can't I match a few poems that float on paper and have no effect?"

Shuhua had already guessed that this would be the case, and she lowered her eyes, not wanting to say more.

"I'm sorry, Xiaoshu, I'm so sad and scared, I didn't mean to yell at you."

When Murong Hao saw her expression, he immediately retracted his anger and lowered his voice: "I am sincere to you, you see, I have never hurt you and your family......"

"If you don't believe me, you can open my heart!"

Excitedly, he pulled out his dagger and thrust it into Shuhua's hand, forcing her to cut his heart.

"You're crazy!" Shuhua couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him away.

When it comes to real force, Murong Hao is not her opponent, what he relies on has always been a monk hiding in the shadows.

The monk rushed out and pressed Shuhua to the ground: "Your Majesty, do you want to teach her a lesson?" ”

"Let go of her and step aside."

Murong Hao wiped the blood from the corners of his lips indifferently, his eyes were dark, and his voice was resentful.

"Sure enough...... If you can't write poetry, you won't look at me again...... It's really hard-hearted. Why, I tried everything I could, and you still don't like me......"

Shuhua lay on his back on the ground, looked at the intricate and exquisite caisson and laughed: "If I were really hard-hearted, I wouldn't be locked up and forced by you!" ”

She laughed so wildly that she couldn't stop.

If she wasn't able to call for wind and rain and enrich the people's livelihood, probably there would be no such misfortunes, right?

For the first time in her life, she hated the abilities she possessed so much.

"Don't laugh!" Murong Hao was creepy at her laughter, and he crawled towards her, ignoring her attacks and holding her face hard.

"Don't laugh! If you don't obey, I'll kill your parents! ”

He threatened, looking down to kiss her on the lips.

He cautiously probed, and cautiously tried to hold her tighter.

Shuhua retched uncontrollably.

Murong Hao quickly let go of her.

He retracted and said in a dumb voice, "No matter how disgusting you are, I won't let you go." Three days later, you should think about it and don't let your parents-in-law worry. ”

The palace maid rushed in, dragged Shuhua up from the ground, washed and changed her clothes, and fed her again.

Shuhua silently took the chopsticks and ate by himself.

As long as her parents are alive, she is not eligible to die.

Murong Hao would come to see her every morning and evening, but he didn't 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 about our upcoming wedding, and the two old men were very happy."

"Mu Yusheng is now the head of the Ministry of Rites, and he works very hard."

"You have lost a lot in the past two days, I hope you can eat more, don't let your parents-in-law worry."

Shuhua turned his head to look at the vast sky outside the window, and did not respond in the slightest.

Three days later, the wedding ceremony arrived as scheduled.

Shuhua has no room for struggle or refusal.

Because early in the morning, Murong Hao took Father Shu and Old Lady Shu into the palace, and arranged very powerful monks around them.

The old couple didn't know anything, and they smiled happily.

Murong Hao and Shuhua traveled to the city together, and all the people cheered, all rejoicing at this marriage.

When passing through the mouth of the water lane, the apricot tree bore green small fruits, and Mu Yusheng was wearing a cyan seven-grade official uniform, standing under the tree with a sad face.

The family of the owner of the roasted wheat shop shouted loudly: "Wind and rain order, Your Majesty! The grass people are so happy for you! Give away 100 pieces of siu mai for free today as a gift! ”

Murong Hao stopped the car and happily gave the reward: "This is the place where I and the queen are in love, thank you very much." ”

Shuhua's face was expressionless.

Murong Hao smiled calmly: "The queen is too tired. ”

A monk appeared silently, holding the boss couple's child, his hand resting on the child's fragile neck, ruthless.

Shuhua burst out laughing, utterly desperate.

She laughed like a madman, and while laughing, she took the child and handed it back to his parents: "Take care of him, you will all live a long life." ”

"Let's go!" Murong Hao was embarrassed, held her hand tightly, and ordered the chariot to continue walking.

Mu Yusheng pursed his lips tightly and looked at the chariot in the distance with a cold expression.

In just a few days, Shuhua's eyes have lost their luster and vitality, like a half-crazy person with a perverse personality.

He knew best how much the goddess, who had been imprisoned for several years, longed for freedom and companionship.

Murong Hao broke her wings, she gave in to her parents and others, but she was destined to live badly 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 hall, left a note, and agreed with the doctor to go to his home for a visit in two hours.

After that, he bought a lot of things and returned to his small, humble house.

He quietly boiled water, bathed, boiled medicine, prepared clean clothes, and put dry food and water beside the bed.

When everything was ready, he took out a sharp short blade, sharpened it on the whetstone, and threw it into the boiling water.

A large bowl of hemp was poured into a boil, the liquor washed the body, and the veil was stuffed into the mouth.

He raised his 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 the clean handkerchief against the wound to stop the bleeding.

The healer came as promised, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but cry out: "You are crazy! Looking for death? ”

"I want to live." Mu Yusheng held the doctor's hand tightly, his lips moved silently, and his eyes flashed with determination.

For a person of his age, it is too late to purify himself, and nine times out of ten he will die, and no one will do it for him.

But it doesn't matter, he just comes by himself.

In any case, he must enter the palace and must go to Shuhua's side.

Seven days later, Mu Yusheng staggered into the palace.

Murong Hao's expression was gloomy: "I heard that you have something important to report?" ”

Mu Yusheng took off his official clothes, neatly folded them aside, and made a big salute: "I beg Your Majesty to allow Weichen to enter the palace to serve Niangniang." ”

I'm sick, so it's going to be slower these days.