Mr. Ming laughed heartily, "I am an obedient patient. Isn't this what I am asking you to do? It is also a good intention to advise you... It would be better for you not to waste time with my old man when His Highness comes back today."
"You're still complaining about grandpa."
Ming Wuyou only smiled and said nothing. After a while, he asked about his physical condition.
When Murong Yu heard that the old man's voice was quite strong, he breathed a sigh of relief and did not go in to disturb Ming Wuyou again. Instead, he stopped in a pavilion not far from Fushou Yuan.
There are willows and willows beside the pavilion, the autumn breeze brings coolness, and the scenery is very nice.
Murong Yu sat at the table, waiting for time to pass bit by bit.
He doesn't have as many thoughts as Ming Wuyou.
There was only tranquility and peace in his heart.
As comfortable as the wind blowing on your face.
After about a cup of tea, a sound came from Fushou Yuan.
Murong Yu turned around and saw a figure in a crimson dress walking out of the courtyard with the skirt in hand.
That smile with curved lips is the person who has been engraved deep in my heart and haunted me for more than a year.
He stood up.
Ming Wuyou was still persuading Grandpa to rest more and play less with flowers and plants.
Caiyue saw the majestic man standing in the pavilion not far away, and grabbed Ming Wuyou: "Miss!"
"how--"
Ming Wuyou turned around to ask, his eyes fixed on Murong Yu halfway, unable to move any further.
"It's Your Highness!" Caiyue shouted in surprise.
Ming Wuyou didn't respond.
She stared blankly at Murong Yu who was walking towards her. When Murong Yu got out of the pavilion, she suddenly started running, rushed over and threw herself into Murong Yu's arms, hugging his neck tightly: "Ayu!"
"Um."
Murong Yu caught her steadily and said, "Back."
Caiyue, who was standing far away, was almost crying with joy.
In the yard, Mr. Ming heard the sound and walked out with Uncle Zhong's support to take a look, grinning widely.
Everything has been fine for more than a year, except that the couple is separated and loves each other unbearably.
Although Ming Wuyou seldom mentioned it and was busy taking care of her children every day, Mr. Ming could tell that she missed her husband.
Well now, back!
Murong Yu kissed her forehead, gently dragged her hands, and strode back with Ming Wuyou in his arms.
"Myself -" Ming Wuyou pushed him.
Murong Yuxiao said: "It doesn't matter... Well, your skirt is too long. I'm afraid you might fall."
Ming Wuyou chuckled, stopped squirming, put his arm around his shoulders and looked at him.
He did lose some weight, but he didn't become darker.
Originally, when he was in the capital, his fair complexion was not that of a youthful person, but a healthy wheat color.
Now that I have been away for more than a year, I have become a bit grayer when I came back.
Ming Wuyou looked at it in surprise: "Isn't there a big sun in Yuezhou?"
"There are more rainy weather." Murong Yu lowered his head and looked at her: "I told you in the letter, but you forgot?"
"No..." Ming Wuyou frowned, "You only replied to one letter from me. That was when you first arrived at the Yuezhou battlefield. I thought you were busy, so I wrote fewer letters afterwards."
Murong Yu paused slightly.
Where does his monthly letter home go?
"What's wrong?" Ming Wuyou asked, tilting his head.
"It's okay." Murong Yu continued to move forward.
This section of the road back to my courtyard is actually not that short. If someone else was holding someone in their arms, they would probably be out of breath while walking.
But Murong Yu's steps were steady and even from the beginning to the end, and even the strength of his hold on Ming Wuyou remained unchanged from the beginning to the end.
Ming Wuyou thought, maybe this is the advantage of a heroic man, and he also has a sense of security.
Finally returning to the room, Murong Yu put Ming Wuyou down, but in an instant he closed the door and pressed Ming Wuyou on the door panel.
He held Ming Wuyou's shoulders with both hands and looked down at her: "I saw my daughter."
The two little ones in the house had already been taken away by Aunt Bai to take care of them, and there was only an empty stroller beside the bed.
"Then what?" Ming Wuyou also looked at him, "What do you want to say?"
"Very beautiful, just like you." Murong Yu chuckled: "I am so virtuous and capable, but now I have a son and a daughter. It's all thanks to my Wuyou son."
When he finished speaking, he also kissed Ming Wuyou's lips.
The bone-gnawing lovesickness is all melted into this intimacy and tenderness.
After a long time, Ming Wuyou hugged him tightly, leaned in front of him and protested in a low voice: "I will never give birth again, I mean it for real this time... This little girl is so tormented, I lost most of my life when I gave birth."
,It hurts."
"good."
Murong Yu kissed the top of her head, "Blame me, you gave birth twice, but I was never by your side once. If I were by your side, I would definitely not have caused you so much pain."
"Silly words."
Ming Wuyou smiled and said: "You can't take the pain from me, and you can't share it... Maybe with you by my side, I feel like I have a supporter, and I become squeamish and can't exert myself anymore.
Life is even more difficult."
"It's over now, so I won't mention it anymore." Ming Wuyou sniffed lightly, "The smell of sweat... you have been marching without sleep, right? I've asked someone to prepare a bath, you wash up first."
"Okay." Murong Yu responded.
Ming Wuyou asked again, "Do you want to enter the palace?"
"I have to go there later."
"Then you can enter the palace after dinner?"
"good."
The two were affectionate for a while, and Ming Wuyou urged Murong Yu to take a bath.
When Murong Yu changed his clothes and came out, Ming Wuyou was taking Aunt Bai to prepare the meal.
"Come on!" Ming Wuyou smiled and stepped forward to pull him over. He didn't call anyone else during the meal, just the couple.
Ming Wuyou was a little curious about what happened on the battlefield and asked him if he was injured.
However, after saying a few words, an imperial edict came from the palace, and Murong Yu changed his clothes and entered the palace.
Ming Wuyou thought, he was finally back, and it would be the same if he asked again later.
He spent the afternoon with his children. By dinner time, Murong Yudu had not come back, but someone sent a message that the palace was discussing matters about Yuezhou and Anmin, and he might be late when he came back.
Ming Wuyou couldn't help but sigh.
I thought that things would be back to normal once the war was over, but I didn't want to devote myself to official duties immediately after returning.
Although it is said that only a country has a family...people always have selfish motives.
In this way, I don’t know when it will end.
She has her own things to be busy with, but she also needs her husband to accompany her.
Rather than seeing each other every morning and evening and sleeping in the same bed at night.
This kind of married life is not an ideal state.
After taking a bath, Ming Wuyou sat on the bed with his knees bent, looking at the empty big bed, and suddenly thought that this was how he had been here this year, and he didn't have as many thoughts as he did today.
Maybe... it's because I knew this year that he was busy with important things and was thousands of miles away.
Recognize the reality clearly and don’t think too much.
But today he came back, and after seeing her once, he still had to stay alone in the empty room... It was like a person who had been thirsty for a long time, suddenly gave her a drop of water, and then hung up the water bag for her.
If you let her see it but not touch it, won't she have to think about it day and night?
Ming Wuyou thought wildly for a while, smiled helplessly, and lay down hugging the quilt.
In early autumn, it’s a little cool in the house at night, but it’s not yet time to burn the earth dragon.
Ming Wuyou stared at the screen for a while, yawned sleepily, and fell asleep first.
However, before going to bed, she asked the maid to serve in the ear room. Murong Yu came and called her to get up.
I don't know how much time passed, but the door creaked softly.
A tall and majestic figure closed the door with his backhand, came in from the outside very lightly, and sat on the edge of the bed.
There was still a hint of cool night air on his body.
The cold air rushed to Ming Wuyou's face, causing Ming Wuyou to frown his beautiful eyebrows in his sleep.
Murong Yu looked at it for a while, then casually widened his outer robe and threw it aside. He leaned down, and his big and cold hands unceremoniously reached into the quilt and climbed into the middle of his clothes.
Ming Wuyou hissed and opened his eyes suddenly.
"Is it cold?" Murong Yu smiled and pressed his cheek against Ming Wuyou's face. Ming Wuyou's excessive coldness and sleepiness all disappeared.
"You're back?" She frowned and said, "Why didn't my maid call me?"
"I asked her to keep quiet."
Murong Yu said as he stretched out his other hand.
Ming Wuyou shivered from the cold, and subconsciously shrank to dodge, "It's so cold... Are you just trying to wake me up by not letting the maid say anything?"
"Um."
Murong Yu smiled deeply and kissed her face, "You slept peacefully. I haven't seen you for more than a year. Now you don't wait for me when I come back. How can you really sleep alone?"