Ming Wuyou held his chin and looked along the car window for a while.
There were people running on the street, and some were whispering about the corrupt officials who had just been killed. Everyone seemed to be very excited.
It is the kind of excitement that one is suddenly liberated after being oppressed for a long time.
In terms of political affairs, Murong Yu seemed to be even more impeccable than in his previous life.
The corners of Ming Wuyou's lips curled up slightly, and he thought to himself: He, the regent, has never been a mere embroidered pillow, but those corrupt officials and rebellious ministers take themselves too seriously.
I thought Murong Yu didn't dare.
But Murong Yu, who went to war at the age of nine and served as regent at the age of eighteen, was never afraid of anyone's provocation.
He has the ability to control the world.
"Your Highness has finally finished his work. I'm afraid he will come to see you today or tomorrow." Caiyue's voice sounded from the side, "Let's not stay too long at the boat shop. Let's go back home early, miss."
"..."
Ming Wuyou was pulled back from his thoughts, and his eyes looked slightly confused.
Caiyue's words reminded her of the last time she saw Murong Yu.
She felt that Murong Yu's feelings for her were not so deep now.
Maybe, he likes her a little, but doesn't love her.
Having experienced the heaviness in her past life, she understands that love is what cannot be restrained, and true love is never normal.
If a man can stay awake, restrained, and repressed towards you at all times, then that is not called love.
Love is unconscious, uncontrollable, lost, and has random thoughts.
I also miss you, feel distressed, and want to meet.
The essence of love is giving, possessiveness, sensitivity and unconsciousness.
Clinginess, jealousy, suspicion and incomprehension are all subsidiary attributes of love.
Love cannot be rational.
But Murong Yu was too able to suppress his emotions and stay sober and restrained.
This is so different from him in his previous life.
Ming Wuyou tugged his lips, his smile was a little helpless and a little bitter.
Once she had experienced that kind of depth, when facing Murong Yu now, she became worried about gains and losses, and became timid.
People are really easy to be greedy and always want more love.
But at this moment, she actually couldn't tell whether she liked him or loved him.
Emotions are really a complicated thing.
Ming Wuyou didn't like worrying about gains and losses, so he took a breath and tried hard to put these things behind him and think about some of the things he was facing now that needed to be dealt with.
Several letters from the Yun family have arrived, saying that everything is ready in Beijing and asking when she will come to Beijing.
She originally planned to go with Murong Yu, but now she no longer has such plans.
The prerequisite for going together is deep love.
If she didn't have that deep relationship, what would happen if she followed him to Beijing?
She plans to go by herself.
Because Fu Rou has sold her property and secretly moved to Beijing.
There was no way she could make Fu Rou feel better.
Caiyue paid close attention to Ming Wuyou, and naturally discovered that there was something wrong between Ming Wuyou and Murong Yu recently, so she said those words to ease Ming Wuyou's mood, but Ming Wuyou didn't say anything, and his expression was quite cold.
Caiyue didn't dare to say more, and started talking about other things in the house, including Wushuang.
"Sister Wushuang didn't know what she was doing. This time she didn't come back from the mansion for a year." Caiyue whispered, "Is she not coming back?"
Ming Wuyou said calmly: "She is busy."
Caiyue said "Oh" and didn't know what to say.
The carriage staggered out of the city and stopped in front of the boat.
At this time, it was raining heavily. Caiyue jumped out of the car and said, "Miss, wait a minute, I'll get an umbrella!"
The umbrella in the car was just given to Yuan Hao.
It was quite a long walk from the front door to the guest room of the boathouse. Caiyue thought that Ming Wuyou would definitely get wet if he walked there.
"Wait a minute!" Ming Wuyou called to her.
Caiyue, however, had already quickly ran into the rain and entered the boat shop gate in the blink of an eye.
Ming Wuyou had no choice but to wait in the car to prevent her hard work from going in vain.
She was about to lower the curtain and retreat into the carriage, but she suddenly stopped when her eyes slightly turned.
Not far away, a man wearing a black brocade robe and a Kunshan jade belt was walking towards here holding a black umbrella.
Even without seeing his face, Ming Wuyou already recognized that it was Murong Yu!
Why is he here?
Murong Yu strolled forward.
There were dirt roads along the boat route, and his black cloud boots embroidered with Ruyi cloud patterns stepped on the potholes and splashed a lot of mud.
When the carriage approached, the edge of the umbrella was slightly raised, revealing his face.
Mo's hair was tied up meticulously. Today, he did not wear a high crown that symbolized his status. Instead, he wore a small and simple black jade crown with a black hairpin.
The brocade robe with sleeves is very fitted, outlining the broad shoulders and narrow waist.
The rain fell heavily.
Ming Wuyou didn't know why, but he suddenly remembered that night when he pressed against him and traced the touch in front of him with his fingers, and he couldn't help but curl up his fingers.
Ming Wuyou pursed his lips and called himself "lecherous", but the face facing Murong Yu was gentle and calm, "Why are you here, Your Highness?"
Murong Yu said: "Waiting for you."
Ming Wuyou was a little surprised, "You're here to wait for me?"
She thought he had some official business, came to inspect, or something.
"Yes." Murong Yu nodded and handed the umbrella to her.
Ming Wuyou took it subconsciously.
After taking it, he realized what he was doing with his umbrella. Caiyue had already gone to get it.
But Murong Yu stretched out his hands and hugged her down steadily.
"Your Highness!" Ming Wuyou whispered and quickly grabbed his arm.
Murong Yu hugged her and walked towards the shipyard, saying quietly: "Hold the umbrella."
"……oh."
Ming Wuyou stared at him blankly, not understanding how he came here to do such an inexplicable thing. Didn't she have no feet?
But she jumped down without hesitation.
When entering the gate of the shipyard, Caiyue took an umbrella and ran out. When she saw the two of them, their mouths instantly opened wide.
"Which way?" Murong Yu's questioning voice brought back Caiyue's reason.
Caiyue said quickly: "Your Highness, follow me."
After walking all the way through the corridor and arriving at the rest room, Murong Yucai placed Ming Wuyou on the round stool.
Ming Wuyou turned his head and closed the umbrella, then put it on the table with some hesitation.
She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw that Murong Yu's cloud boots and the corners of her robe were stained with mud, but her white skirt and white embroidered shoes had no stains at all.
Looking further up, there are some mud spots on the hem of his robe, and the black hair hanging on his shoulders is twisted into several strands, which were wet by the rain just now.
And she... was well protected, not even a drop of rain fell on her.
Ming Wuyou pursed his lips slightly, feeling as if a kitten was catching him. He hesitated for a moment and told Caiyue: "Hurry and prepare the ginger soup."
"yes."
Caiyue served a pot of hot tea first, then quickly stood up and left.
Ming Wuyou poured a cup of tea and brought it to Murong Yu: "Drink some."