"The lower official is the eldest grandson of the Mu family in Huizhou, named Mu Yun."
Mu Yun did not expect that he would be haunted by her for the rest of his life after he only said this sentence to Pingyang by the lotus pond outside the Imperial Academy.
When he first came to the Imperial Academy, he was taken care of by the favor accumulated by his grandfather when he was an official in the Imperial Academy. Later, he relied on his own actions to step up to the position of Taishi.
It's just that in those days when he worked diligently for Dazhao, there were always some rumors and gossips. It was nothing more than saying that he was highly valued by Emperor Dazhao because of the exclusive favor of Her Royal Highness the Princess, in exchange for the high position of Lord Taishi.
Every time, when he wanted to explain to those people, Pingyang had dealt with them before him, and the rumors in the palace gradually decreased.
Afterwards, everyone in the palace knew that the emperor's youngest princess was chasing Lord Taishi, but she had never been favored by him, so she became a joke in the harem and even the court.
Mu Yun felt that since Her Highness the Princess had done so much for herself, he should also do something for her.
So, when she was sick, he would be more concerned than other imperial doctors, wanting to cure her and let her get better soon.
When she sank into the lotus pond little by little, he would panic and couldn't help jumping down to save her. When she misunderstood him and pricked his finger with a needle, he would not say a word of pain.
When she passed out in the snow and the cold invaded her internal organs, he would come back from Huizhou and couldn't help but go to Zhiyang Palace to see her.
Even after she scratched his forehead with a stone, he didn't complain at all.
He thought, Her Royal Highness has done so many things for him, so what is it that he suffers a little?
It wasn't until Pingyang defended him for wearing his own dress of a hundred birds and phoenixes, and burned himself with a torch to save his life, that he saw his true heart clearly.
The Pingyang he saw in the court that day was much thinner than before, and he could no longer see that short, fat and childish look from her. The flesh on her cheeks was much less, and there was a trace of heroism between her brows, not as arrogant and savage as usual.
When the flames burned up her court clothes little by little, the panic in Mu Yun's heart swept through his whole body. He was afraid, really afraid, afraid that he would never see her again, afraid that there would be no more Princess Pingyang in the world.
Fortunately, when he went to the border to repel the bandits from the Shangpang Kingdom, he heard that she was still alive, so he could set up troops with peace of mind.
He originally thought that he would be able to see her after winning the battle and returning to the Jokhang Imperial City, but he didn't expect to hear the sad news of her death from illness when he came back.
He wanted to be depressed, but he didn't dare to be depressed.
He once told Pingyang that he would serve Dazhao all his life. If she saw his depressed appearance in Tianzhiling, she might put her hips on her hips and yell at him, he thought.
Therefore, he reorganizes the government every day, and also shows a clean and honest government and the public.
Fortunately, he lived up to what he said to her. Fortunately, three years later, he met her again.
Although her appearance was burnt, her temperament did not change at all.
It took him two years to make up for the trouble he had caused her before, and when he wanted to surround her with the remaining forty-eight years, he made her trouble again.
When the long sword cut her throat, Mu Yun felt that the light of her life had been extinguished, and she could no longer find a ray of light.
The moment Pingyang was rescued, he believed that God had the virtue of good life, so he held her hand tightly and refused to let go for a long time.
The hand held by his waist moved slightly, and Mu Yun looked down, only to find that Pingyang's hand was red from being squeezed by herself.
He hurriedly turned around, took her hand into his palm, and rubbed her gently.
Ping Yang looked at him quietly with affection in his eyes.
The roses blooming in the house sprinkled the tenderness all over the ground. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com