"I know you want to be with me." Wushuang's lips curled up slightly, "I can't bear to be separated either."
"But in this world, as long as we like each other, we don't have to be together."
"I hate the hustle and bustle, the bustling traffic and the coming and going of people... I know myself, as long as I live in the capital for a while, I will soon get tired of this bustling place."
"Maybe I'll even get tired of you."
"But I don't want to get tired of you."
She has gone through many vicissitudes in the past twenty-five years, and most of what she has seen is dark, dirty, and plotting at every turn.
Her heart is riddled with holes.
However, there is always a little bit of clean space in this heart, a little bit of vague expectation, and I want to store some pure and sincere feelings.
Ming Wuyou is one.
Yun Zimo has now become another person.
She deliberately teased him and kept her distance, but in the process, his reaction was a little unexpected.
And through little accidents, he gradually became greedy, testing his bottom line little by little and what he could do.
Then I saw that he was willing to take his own life just to avenge himself, but he didn't ask for anything in return.
At that moment, he completely occupied the clean spot in her heart that she cherished the most.
But she also knows that time is ruthless.
I wonder if my heart, which is riddled with holes, can withstand the grinding day after day, and if it can keep these clean and pure feelings.
She suddenly realized that it was not Yun Zimo who was not firm enough.
The one who is not determined is herself.
When she was a teenager, she almost used up all the love in her life.
Now there is only a little bit left, and it has reached the point where I can't bear to waste any of it.
The clean place in her heart could not withstand the slightest bit of wind and rain.
She locked that place up and kept it to herself.
She likes him but has no intention of having a relationship with him.
Yun Zimo looked at her blankly, "Why are you tired of it...because I'm not that person, but I just look like him? Are you not tired of him?"
Wushuang was stunned at first, and then gradually came to his senses, "Did you hear what Uncle Wu and I said on the Anluo Islands?"
"Listen to me." Wushuang gently held Yun Zimo's hand, "You don't look like each other, you are two people."
"I like you because you are good enough and have nothing to do with him."
"Actually..." Wushuang twitched his lips in a self-deprecating tone: "I shouldn't have said this to you. I should have told you with a cold face that I have no interest in you, then turned around and left, never to be seen again in this lifetime.
"
"I can't do it, I can't deceive myself... I also greedily want you to remember me for a while longer."
"sorry."
Wushuang stood on tiptoes and gently kissed the corner of Yun Zimo's lips.
The kiss was gentle and nostalgic, full of cherished meaning. There was misty water vapor floating in the eyesless bottom, and her heart also felt a dull pain, "I'm sorry."
Her heels landed and she turned around to leave.
Yun Zimo stared at the figure in red with his eyes wide open, looking dazed and confused, like a child standing in a busy city and losing his way.
Until the figure disappeared into the dark night.
It seemed that crystal tears were falling down the wind, and like her figure, they disappeared in the wind.
…
At the fourth watch of the next day, the army broke out of camp and rushed to the capital.
Murong Yu's heart was like an arrow when he returned, and his horse galloped all the way.
Before noon, when the large group of people arrived at Shilipo on the outskirts of the city, they saw a bright yellow guard of honor in the distance.
It is the emperor who welcomes you personally.
Murong Yu slowed down the speed of his horse, waited for the troops behind him to catch up, and simply reorganized the team before slowly heading towards the guard of honor of the Son of Heaven.
When they got close, Murong Yu got off his horse.
"Uncle Emperor!"
Yuan Hao, who was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, stepped forward quickly, gave Murong Yu a big hug, and said excitedly: "You are finally back, I miss you so much!"
Murong Yu's mood was also a little surging.
When the rumors spread, the enthusiasm that had arisen when he saw the dragon-slaying sword and the imperial decree to be crowned the emperor came to his heart again.
His usually cold face when facing outsiders also softened by three points, "It makes the emperor worried."
He held Yuan Hao's shoulders and patted him gently, his sharp eyes flashing with warmth and a bit of surprise.
When Murong Yu left Beijing, Yuan Hao was less than his shoulders. Now that he came back, Yuan Hao was as tall as Murong Yu's nose.
Over the course of a year, small trees were uprooted.
"It's good that you know!" Yuan Hao let go of Murong Yu, his eyes were a little red, but he controlled himself not to lose his temper in front of all the officials: "My aunt is here at home, and I miss you too."
"Yeah?"
Murong Yu's expression suddenly became softer, and the ice in his eyes instantly turned into water.
It has been more than a year and he misses her very much.
Yuan Hao looked Murong Yu up and down several times: "Uncle Emperor, are you injured?"
"No." Murong Yu turned to Yuan Hao, "Your Majesty, I would like to——"
"I know everything!" Yuan Hao patted Murong Yu on the shoulder, "Uncle, please go home directly. Just ask the other generals, supervisors, and others to return to the palace and report to me about the war and the peace of the people!"
Murong Yu smiled: "Then I would like to thank the emperor for your kindness."
"Okay, let's go, let's go." Yuan Hao looked at Murong Yu with a smile, a flash of light flashing in his eyes.
For more than a year, he had made some small manipulations in the letters exchanged between the emperor's uncle and his aunt.
It doesn’t matter if he has nothing to do, or if he is of a bad nature, he has done it anyway.
I hope that when the emperor's uncle returns home, he won't fall over in surprise.
Yuan Hao thought for a while, returned to the dragon chariot, raised his hand to signal Laifu to drive it, and then entered the city and returned to the palace together with the civil and military officials and the accompanying generals.
Murong Yuze returned home directly with a small group of soldiers.
At noon, the sun is scorching.
Today the army made its triumphant return, and the emperor came out of the city to greet him personally. The streets in the city were cleared early by the imperial troops to facilitate the emperor's arrival.
Of course Ming Wuyou also received the news.
Originally, she wanted to greet Murong Yu at the city gate, but after getting up early, she saw Yuan Hao leading all the officials out of the city.
She suddenly considered where she should stand.
They are all civil and military officials, is she standing next to Yuan Hao?
In addition, Xiao Wanwan suddenly burst into tears and couldn't be coaxed.
Ming Wuyou thought about it, it was definitely not possible for such a little ancestor to leave and leave her behind, and it was definitely not possible to take her out in such a big sun.
Simply thinking about it, Ming Wuyou gave up and asked people to wait at the city gate to report news at any time.
She is settling everything in her house.
Naturally, the palace is also kept clean, repairing and tidying up everything that needs to be done.
Flowers, grass and green plants are flourishing.
The colorful silks and lanterns were replaced several days ago, and now they look very happy.
Starting from getting up early in the morning, Ming Wuyou ordered people to start preparing meals, and also prepared clothes and everything for bathing.
He had returned from the battlefield, and although the letter did not mention any injuries, the sword had no eyes and was somewhat shaky.
Therefore, wound medicine is also prepared.
Then after both children were dressed smartly, Ming Wuyou also tidied himself up.
She asked Aunt Bai to find the clothes she had recently made, and they went back and forth for a while.
"The purple color of this one seems a bit dark. It makes my face dark and looks bad."
"This aqua blue one seems to be too light... it's a bit floating and unstable."
"This bright red one...forget it, the waist of this one is too tight!"
Although she recovered quickly after giving birth to little Wanwan, her waist was not the original size and it was too uncomfortable to wear this kind of clothes.
And if you tighten it so tightly, it will actually expose your shortcomings of having a thick waist...!
"The princess is so beautiful, she will look good no matter what she wears!" Aunt Bai laughed a little. This was the first time she saw Ming Wuyou look like this.
She stepped forward and chose a scarlet fairy dress to put on Ming Wuyou, "Let's take this one. This one is this year's new style. It was made last month and the color is bright."
Ming Wuyou looked at himself in the mirror, frowned uncertainly, glanced at the other clothes on display, and finally sighed.
She was already spoiled for choice and didn't know which one was best, so she simply gave up her choice and switched to the one chosen by Aunt Bai.
Then she sat in front of the mirror and asked the maids to help her style her hair and makeup.
Ming Wuyou looked at himself in the mirror, stretched out his hand to Xiao Wanwan in the stroller beside him, and asked, "Has the news come from the city gate? Is His Highness back?"
"No." Aunt Bai replied with a smile: "Princess, don't be too anxious. His Highness will definitely go to the palace as soon as possible after he comes back to resume the order. I'm afraid it will be afternoon when we wait at the house."
"Ok, I know."
Ming Wuyou nodded.
After not seeing her for almost a year and a half, she suddenly felt a little homely and timid. This chapter has been completed!