Longevity begins with a negative heart

The rain is getting heavier, the spring is colder, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians.

Shuhua was a little impatient. She suspected that the follower had forgotten the agreement between them, or was playing a trick on her.

A tall and thin young man in ragged clothes pulled a waterwheel and passed under the almond tree with difficulty.

The waterwheel was too heavy, and its wheels slipped on the wet bluestone and tilted toward the ditch beside the road.

The young man was too thin and obviously lacked strength. He tried hard to maintain his balance, but the water wheel still kept sliding down.

Shuhua put down the beautiful oil-paper umbrella and quickly stepped forward to help hold the car.

She was born in a farm family, and she would also carry a hoe and work in the fields with her father.

In addition, he was born with the ability to control wind and rain, and his body is far lighter and more powerful than ordinary people.

She can easily jump up to the top of a two-foot-high wall, jump and run nimbly between branches like a squirrel, and can easily knock down a dozen strong men.

The squeaking waterwheel was gently pushed by her and returned to the right road.

The young man bowed his head and saluted, and a drop of rain fell down and hung on his eyelashes, like a beautiful woman shedding tears.

The hands that are folded together to bow are full of scars, but they can be seen to be graceful and slender, and the fingertips have calluses left by years of holding pens.

"What's your name?" Shu Hua saw those hands and suddenly thought, maybe this is the "one who follows the heart".

She is young, has never experienced hardship, and has a simple mind. The biggest dissatisfaction is that she is not very free. She occasionally has sweet dreams about meeting an expert or a beloved person.

She thought, how fun it would be if this was the "follower" hiding in the city.

The young man raised his eyes to look at her, pointed at his mouth, and waved his hand gently.

Shuhua understood, but he couldn't speak.

The owner of the Shaomai seller at the alley said kindly: "Girl, don't embarrass him. His name is Mu Yusheng. He is the son of a prison officer. He was born unable to speak, and he was reduced to hard labor overnight. His entire family died, and only He is the only one who is pitiful. This water must be delivered to the palace on time. If it is exceeded, you will be punished."

Mu Yusheng calmly listened to others talking about his misery, then calmly saluted Shuhua and continued to move forward to drag the waterwheel.

After walking a few steps, the straw sandals on my feet broke.

He picked up the straw sandals nonchalantly and put them into his arms, and continued to move forward with bare feet.

Shuhua thought for a while and gave the Shaomai seller a handful of money: "Do you have any extra shoes at home? Send them to him without mentioning me."

She gave him a lot of money, so the landlady found the new shoes she had made for her man, chased after him and gave them to Mu Yusheng.

Mu Yusheng turned around, looked at Shuhua from a distance, and bowed his head again.

I still got it... Shuhua smiled at him sheepishly, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, and continued to wait.

I waited until dark, but the "person who followed my heart" didn't come.

She returned home disappointed, but got a newly written poem from the concierge.

It writes about the spring rain and apricot blossoms, the innocence of children, and the rolling waterwheels and women helping others.

Shuhua was greatly surprised, so he wrote a letter, blaming the "follower" for breaking his promise and leaving without showing up, leaving her alone to wait for a long time.

At the end of the letter, she said: "Don't send me any more poems, songs, or letters from now on. That's it."

Just leave the letter at the concierge and someone will pick it up.

In the past, Shuhua had never thought about tracking or spying on anyone, but this time, she hid outside the gate. When she saw someone taking the letter, she followed quietly.

She finally saw "the one who follows the heart".

It turned out to be the seventh prince that the old emperor of Guo Kingdom disliked the most, Murong Hao.Murong Hao was born to be a mother-in-law and was not liked by his parents. He was raised by a wet nurse until he was seven years old before he could walk. He was not enlightened until he was ten years old. He was thrown out of the palace just after he turned 14 years old.

Other princes, big or small, always had titles or official positions, but he had nothing and was only called "His Seventh Highness."

Several princes had been courting Shuhua together before, and Murong Hao had also been here.

She was not happy to see him, so he left two pots of narcissus in bud and left.

It was the middle of winter and there was no green outside the window.

Although Shuhua was not interested in people, he still felt that the two pots of narcissus were a suitable gift for the occasion, and he also felt that he was interesting.

The narcissus has been treated with a secret technique, and its fragrance accompanies her through the winter.

Murong Hao himself has never shown his face again.

Who would have expected that he would be the one who follows his heart?

I have never heard of this man having outstanding literary talent before... Shuhua turned over and hid himself to observe.

The seventh prince lived a miserable life, with few attendants around him, and no capable bodyguards. She was hiding on the beam, and no one knew anything about her.

She saw that Murong Hao washed his hands carefully before opening her letter, and then carefully opened the envelope with a bamboo knife.

After reading it, he sat in front of the case in a daze for a long time.

She was already sleepy, so he started to write. Shuhua was curious about how he would answer, but he always wrote, tore, and wrote repeatedly.

The attendant asked: "Hasn't His Highness been looking forward to writing a letter to Miss Shu? Why did he tear it up after he wrote it?"

Murong Hao sighed softly: "She blamed me for missing the appointment today and not showing up to meet her. She told me not to send her poems, poems, poems and letters in the future. After thinking about it, I can't see anyone around, so why not leave it like this. "

The attendant was very puzzled: "Why can't you meet me? Miss Shu doesn't know who your highness is, so she refused. You should let her know."

"It's not a good thing to marry into the royal family, and I have no power and no one likes you. If you have something to do with me, I don't know how much trouble you will suffer. Do you know why I named myself Cong Xin Zhe? Cong Xin, out of cowardice, I don't dare to have wishful thinking. .”

Murong Hao tore up the letter again.

A steward walked in and said, "Your Highness, I have inquired about Mu Yusheng's affairs clearly. His father offended Your Highness because of his outspoken advice, not for committing any crime. The hard labor camp agreed to send him over. , but you need to go and ask His Highness in person."

Murong Hao thought for a moment and said, "Then go and ask."

The attendant stopped him: "Your Highness, Seventh, His Highness always likes to embarrass you. If you ask him, he will definitely take the opportunity to humiliate you. It's not worth it for the son of a criminal."

Murong Hao said: "There is nothing unworthy. The person she likes must be good. Although Qimu Yusheng was born mute, he was quite talented in the past. I am short of a clerk here. I think he will not dislike me."

The steward joked: "Your Highness, does this count as loving the house and the bird?"

Murong Hao scolded in a low voice: "Stop talking nonsense."

The master and servants got up to rest, and Shuhua took the opportunity to jump off the beam and took away the seventh prince's torn letter.

After I took a closer look after returning home, I found that the handwriting was indeed the same as that of "Cong Xin Zhe", and the tone of the words was similar to before.

There is also a poem in it, which only contains the sentence "Jiang Chun is silent and has no plans", and the rest is missing.

Shuhua was so itchy that he wanted to rush back, lift Murong Hao up from the bed, and ask what was written behind him.

Note: "Jiang Chun Lonely Returns Without a Plan" comes from Su Bin's "Jiang Ci" in the Song Dynasty

Thank you Yun Yan for the reward of 100 book coins, okay!