After saying this, he didn't give Ming Wuyou a chance and pulled her into a hearty ceremony as Duke Zhou.
After everything was over, Ming Wuyou nestled comfortably in his arms and looked at the bed curtain.
She felt that Murong Yu was like a switch that had been turned on. He knew everything, and she couldn't resist being bullied every time.
The dull and clumsy person before seems to have disappeared.
"Ming Wuyou." Murong Yu's hand gently touched her waist gently, and his lips caressed her ear, "We will get married in March next year, and I have already chosen the date."
"Um."
Ming Wuyou responded, turned over in his arms, finally fell asleep with his eyelids fluttering.
…
There is nothing happier than opening your eyes in the morning and seeing the person you love the most.
This was what Ming Wuyou thought after waking up in Murong Yu's arms on the first day of the new year.
In the past, the two of them had slept together several times, and Murong Yu would usually get up and go to court at the fourth or fifth watch.
She continued to sleep alone until she got up at midnight.
For the first time, he was still beside me when I woke up.
Ming Wuyou thought about everything yesterday, his sweet heart bubbled up, and he couldn't help but peck him on the face.
Murong Yu didn't open his eyes, but raised his hand and pressed Ming Wuyou's head into his arms, "Sleep a little longer."
"Don't you have any plans today?"
"Um……"
Murong Yu was rarely lazy, "I have dealt with it all before. Yuan Hao can handle some trivial matters by himself."
"oh."
Ming Wuyou responded in a low voice, but he couldn't sleep well, so he looked at the scars on his body and started counting them somehow.
Just what she saw, there were twelve of them, and she didn't know about the other places that she didn't see.
"Did your name as King of Zhenbei come from these scars?" Ming Wuyou's fingers gently touched the scars.
Some scars can be clearly seen, while others cannot be seen at all.
As time goes by, these scars cannot be removed.
While these scars make Ming Wuyou feel distressed, they are also filled with a certain tension of beauty that makes Ming Wuyou's fingers linger.
Murong Yu slowly opened his eyes, a dark light flickering in his eyes, "Don't touch it."
"Why?" Ming Wuyou frowned and glanced at him quickly, "What's the commemorative significance of this? Is it something I can't touch?"
Her tone was full of the meaning of "You won't let me do it, I have to do it", and she reached down from his armpit to Murong Yu's back and groped.
"Why……"
Murong Yu sighed helplessly, turned over and lay down, hugging Ming Wuyou and letting her lie in front of him.
This action made Ming Wuyou feel a certain urgency.
Ming Wuyou's face suddenly turned red, and he wanted to pull his hand back, but he had no choice but to press it under his back.
He still had his arm controlling hers.
"Let go!" Ming Wuyou bit his lip and said, "I, I still want to sleep for a while!"
"I don't want to sleep anymore." Murong Yu's eyes were burning, "Please stay with me, don't sleep anymore."
…
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Mr. Ming was waiting for Ming Wuyou to pay New Year greetings. Unexpectedly, the person he was waiting for was Murong Yu.
Murong Yu is wearing a white cotton robe, which looks homely and casual, without a lot of the intimidation and oppression of being in a superior position, making people feel very approachable.
"When did Your Highness come?" The old man was a little surprised. It seemed that when Ming Wuyou left last night, he didn't hear Murong Yu's intention.
Murong Yu was very polite: "The banquet in the palace was over and it was already very late when I came here, so I didn't come to see the old gentleman."
"oh."
The old man nodded, "Then Wuyou..."
"I had some unpleasantness with her before. We had a good exchange with her last night. It was a bit late and she went to bed too late." Murong Yu's expression remained unchanged, "She seems to be awake now, so no one disturbed her."
"I see." The old man glanced at Murong Yu, "Then, Your Highness, would you like to have breakfast with me, an old man?"
"Of course." Murong Yu lowered his head, "I'm afraid the old gentleman won't welcome me."
The old man laughed twice and asked Uncle Zhong to set out the meal.
During this period, the two of them were talking to each other, which was normal.
Murong Yu obviously didn't know how to talk about family matters, so he responded dryly.
Mr. Ming looked at his gesture with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
Previously, he was very worried about Murong Yu's identity, but judging from the situation in the past two or three years, it was really rare for Murong Yu to be able to treat Ming Wuyou in every detail in such a position.
Of course, except for the incident at the Hot Spring Palace.
Although no news was spread to the outside world, the old man also vaguely heard some.
There are two things like that.
So he now doubts whether the communication Murong Yu mentioned last night was a simple communication or——
The old man frowned, a little unhappy about what he was thinking about, and slowly put down his chopsticks: "Has the wedding date been set?"
"The day has been chosen, the third day of March." Murong Yu said: "The best zodiac day in the whole year."
When the old man heard this, he felt relieved and said, "That's good."
It is exactly three months from today to the wedding day.
His worry-free life is short of being single for a few more days.
Thinking of this, he felt reluctant to let go.
…
After the conversation started, everything between Ming Wuyou and Murong Yu returned to a sweeter state than before.
She continued the embroidery she had left unfinished years ago.
Wushuang sat not far away with his chin propped up, looking at Ming Wuyou flying needles with a complicated expression: "I never thought you would have this day."
Pick up the needle and thread, and willingly embroider wedding clothes for others.
"I didn't expect it either." Ming Wuyou was embroidering seriously without raising his head. "At first, I just subconsciously weighed the pros and cons, thinking that I would live a more comfortable life."
Wushuang said calmly: "What in this life? Is there a previous life and a next life?"
Ming Wuyou's hand paused slightly, thinking of Wushuang's knot in his heart.
In her previous life, she tortured herself because of that knot in her heart. In the end, she spent half her life trying to save that person, and was hunted down by her enemies in the world.
And Ming Wuyou is trapped in the Regent's Palace, unable to help her in the slightest, and he doesn't know what her final outcome will be...
But she knew that Wushuang had many enemies in the world, and given her serious injuries, she was probably dead.
In this life, how could Ming Wuyou bear to see her take the same path in her previous life?
Ming Wuyou put the needle on the embroidery stand, walked over to Wushuang and sat down next to him, "I'll help you think of a solution. You can go to Tianlao to meet that person."
Wushuang blurted out: "I don't want to see him."
"Don't lie to yourself." Ming Wuyou said warmly: "You can't look back on the past, and the future is full of hope. How can you start a new life if you can't let go of the pain of the past?"
"Don't be in trouble with yourself. Facing yourself calmly means letting yourself go."
Ming Wuyou feels that he is the best verification.
If she keeps holding on to the pain of her past life just for revenge, then there will be only pain and no joy in this life.
The world is hell, and if you don’t let yourself go, then what on earth is there to live for?
Wushuang froze, speechless. This chapter has been completed!