Outside the cabin, Aunt Bai, who came after hearing the news, looked at the two people hugging each other. She let out a sigh of relief in her heart. She pulled the stunned Leng Xiao and signaled to leave.
After retreating to a deserted place outside, Leng Xiao suddenly came to his senses: "Mommy, Your Highness, he——"
"Do your own thing well." Aunt Bai said quietly, "Your Highness is fine."
"..." Leng Xiao looked complicated.
That's good?
He has followed Murong Yu for many years, and Murong Yu has always been unparalleled in strength, turning clouds and rains upside down.
This was the first time he saw Murong Yu like this, fragile and helpless.
Aunt Bai turned to the kitchen to prepare a soothing soup for Murong Yu, feeling extremely upset in her heart.
Today, the seventh day of October, is that person’s death anniversary.
She actually forgot.
Fortunately, now there is Ming Wuyou, who can soothe His Highness's heart, so no big trouble is caused.
…
Ming Wuyou stayed with Murong Yu for most of an hour.
At first, he held her tightly and refused to let go. Later, his spirit gradually returned to normal and the strength of his hold loosened, but he still stubbornly trapped her in his arms.
"Drink some soothing medicine?" Ming Wuyou patted Murong Yu's arm.
It's been a while since Aunt Bai delivered the decoction, and it will get cold if I don't drink it anymore.
Murong Yuji responded softly: "Yes."
Ming Wuyou put a pillow behind him, picked up the bowl, took a spoon and fed him.
Murong Yu drank the soup mechanically, while his eyes kept staring at Ming Wuyou's face, reluctant to blink.
Realizing that Ming Wuyou was about to get up, he suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Don't leave!"
After finishing speaking, before Ming Wuyou could react, he lowered his voice and begged in an almost humble manner: "Don't..."
How could Ming Wuyou bear this?
My heart was as dull and astringent as if it had been hit by a small hammer, and even my voice became softer subconsciously, "I just want to help you pour tea."
"I don't drink tea."
"good."
Ming Wuyou sat back on the edge of the bed and squeezed his hand: "Then I'll stay with you."
Murong Yu nodded.
Neither of them spoke, and time passed by quietly.
"As long as you stay by my side, I'll do whatever you want."
"good."
Murong Yu gradually felt reassured by her soft voice and felt sleepy.
A few days ago, I was able to lie on the bed properly, but today I couldn't suppress the impulse in my heart.
He held Ming Wuyou in his arms, and his tone was stubborn and pleading: "Stay with me."
"good."
Ming Wuyou replied gently as before, and gently put her hand on his waist, "Go to sleep."
Murong Yu's body was very tense.
After drinking the soothing soup, he should have been able to fall asleep without burning a stick of incense, but he persisted for more than an hour and finally fell asleep.
At that moment, Ming Wuyou, who was accompanying her, had such heavy eyelids that he could hardly hold on.
She looked at the sleeping man and sighed secretly.
But he hugged her too tightly, which was actually not comfortable for her.
She tried to move, but to her surprise, he became harder and harder.
Ming Wuyou had no choice but to stop his movements, leaned forward, and reluctantly found a comfortable position in his arms.
The violent wind and rain raged all night, but with this sweet-smelling woman in my arms, the nightmare faded away, and all the terror disappeared.
Early the next morning, the skylight shone into the house through the cracks in the windows.
The wind and rain stopped.
Ming Wuyou was still sleeping deeply, his almost translucent white face pressed against Murong Yu's neck, and his breathing was gentle and shallow.
Murong Yu woke up early.
He looked at the sleeping woman in his arms, his eyes dark and nostalgic, and his fingers gently brushed her eyebrows.
This beautiful and intelligent woman cannot lift it with her delicate hands or carry it on her shoulders.
But it can withstand the darkest thing deep in his heart - the nightmare that even he himself can't resist.
That person pushed him into the water, and Ming Wuyou was the one who pulled him out of the water.
So she blended into his own flesh and blood and became someone he wanted to keep by his side crazily.
He said silently in his heart: Don't leave.
He doesn't ask her to love him deeply, as long as she stays by his side, that's fine.
Murong Yu slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the tenderness. The simple hug was already the most beautiful thing in the world to him now.
After more than half an hour, Ming Wuyou yawned delicately and opened her eyes in his arms. When her eyes met Murong Yu's deep eyes, she smiled and said, "Good morning."
"……Um."
Ming Wuyou gently patted his arm, signaling him to let go.
Murong Yu was much calmer now, but he was reluctant and did not linger for too long. He helped Ming Wuyou sit up.
Next, they washed up and had breakfast together. Neither of them said much. After Aunt Bai put away the dishes, Ming Wuyou sat down in front of Murong Yu, took his wrist and checked his pulse: "You had a cold yesterday.
It's getting worse again, so why go to the deck to get some fresh air? I don't like disobedient patients."
"I'm sorry." Murong Yu apologized, "I've taken my medicine carefully these two days and followed the doctor's instructions."
"That's pretty much it." Ming Wuyou glanced at him with a smile, "Also, if you feel uncomfortable, you should tell me in advance and don't bear it alone."
It was clear that he was already in bad condition yesterday, but he didn't tell her.
Ming Wuyou couldn't imagine how he would have been tortured by that nightmare if he hadn't come over to take a look at him last night.
Murong Yu pondered for a moment: "Yeah."
After waking up, Mr. Murong Yuhua was calm, but - whenever Ming Wuyou appeared, his eyes would always linger on Ming Wuyou's body uncontrollably.
Ming Wuyou was afraid that he would have another nightmare, so he paid close attention to his situation for the next few days.
Fortunately, he is in stable condition.
In the dead of night, Ming Wuyou also thought carefully, sorted out the memories of his past life, and guessed the source of his nightmare.
But she knew too little about Murong Yu and couldn't think of a reason, so she had to give up and think about paying more attention when encountering water.
His appearance that night frightened her and made her feel very distressed.
…
The fleet soon reached the waters of the capital and began to slow down.
Ming Wuyou stood on the deck with an umbrella, looking at the shadowy buildings in front of him. He remembered that after coming to Beijing in his previous life, he had been imprisoned in the Regent's Palace for several years and had never even seen the scenery of the capital.
This time, you have to appreciate it properly.
The ship slowly entered the pier.
Ming Wuyou saw that the idle people on the shore had been cleared away, and the Shence Army wearing helmets and armors and fully armed were guarding the civil and military officials lined up on the shore.
On one side of the queue of civil and military officials, there is a Luan Jia, and you can vaguely see a young woman wearing a black phoenix robe sitting behind the bead curtain.
Ming Wuyou's eyes moved.
The battle was really big, and the Queen Mother also came.
However, with Murong Yu's current status, such a pomp is only natural.
She scanned the crowd and saw Yun Ziheng wearing a dark purple general's court uniform, with purple gauze and silk ribbons covering his eyes.
When their eyes met, Yun Ziheng smiled slightly and said something to the other two young men next to him. This chapter has been completed!