After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu couldn't imagine how Zhao Shi would get along with the other woman, because she had never seen him before, and she knew little about him.

After Zhao Shi made a marriage with the county lord of Xiangyang, Ming Zhu was very sad at first. The little girl would also be jealous of others, and thought a little bit viciously. Zhao Shi definitely did not like the county lord. He must be forced to marry the princess. But thinking about her, she cried. She knew better than anyone that Zhao Shi would not be forced to do anything, and everything would follow her own will. No one can force him.

Therefore, Mingzhu could only continue to lie to herself at that time, and Zhao Shi liked her more than the princess.

Out of that bit of jealousy, Mingzhu secretly inquired, "Is Princess Xiangyang beautiful?"

"Beauty! Not only does she look good, she also has a very free and easy personality, very popular, and very likable."

She gave a cry of disappointment and looked out the window in a daze. She wanted to see what the princess looked like, but she couldn't get out.

So before the death of her last life, Mingzhu didn't know what Princess Xiangyang looked like.

Looking at it from a distance now, the rumors are true. Dressed in red, his face is small, his skin is white, his eyes are curved into crescents when he smiles, and they are beautiful and bright. Her eyebrows were drawn with the popular Huatian, and when she lifted her chin slightly, she looked a little arrogant.

Sheng Ling fancyed a Zhuchai. She pointed to the hairpin on the counter, her always arrogant face was a little dry. She said, "Brother Prince, I want this. You can buy it for me."

Zhao Shi's gaze stayed on Zhu Chai for a moment, then he whispered, and then asked the shopkeeper to wrap Zhu Chai.

Sheng Ling took Zhu Chai and couldn't put it down. These few times, she took the prince brother out of the palace because of her stalking. She said: "Prince prince brother, I'm a little hungry, otherwise, go to Jiuxianju for lunch? I heard that the stewed goose at Jiuxianju tastes very good."

Zhao Shi shook his head and said, "I have work to do, let someone send you there."

Sheng Ling suddenly lost his face, "If you don't go, I won't bother to go either."

She quietly raised her eyes, her gaze kept on his face, he was so good-looking, his facial features were born with finely carved jade, his eyes were passionate, his skin was fair, the contours of his eyebrows were cold, he straightened his body and held it high. The beauty of Lingzhihua.

She was fascinated.

From a young age, Sheng Ling knew that she was going to marry into the East Palace to be a princess, and only she could be worthy of Zhao Zhi.

She blushed as she thought about it.

Mingzhu couldn't hear what they were talking about, she silently clenched her fingers, her nails plunged deep into her palms, and the tingling sensation dragged her back to reality.

Mingzhu's eyes suddenly became sour, and her nose was sour.

Zhao Shi's attitude towards her is completely different from that of the princess. He is considerate and gentle in front of the princess, and the snow between his brows melts every spring.

A Rou didn't know why her lady stopped suddenly, she asked incomprehensibly: "Miss, what's the matter?"

Mingzhu hugged the silver in her arms and shook her head. There was a somewhat imperceptible choking in her voice, "It's okay, let's go."

A Rou didn’t see anything wrong. Miss had a rare chance to get out of breath. She danced happily: “Miss, there’s a clothing store in front of me. I heard that their fabrics are all from Shu, Embroidery. I am from Suzhou and have excellent craftsmanship."

Mingzhu absent-mindedly, "Go and see."

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Suddenly there was a patter of rain outside, and Zhao Shi was expressionless and whispered to the guards beside him: "Send the princess back."

The guard obeyed.

Zhao Shi himself was holding a grease umbrella and went into the rain. After a while, the man's footsteps stopped in front of a rouge shop.

He put away the umbrella and walked in.

The shopkeeper glanced up and down at his clothes, and when he saw that he was well dressed, he smiled and greeted him, "My son, what do you want to buy?"

Zhao Shi's body was mixed with the faint damp smell of rain. He glanced at random and ordered a few boxes of rouge. "All these are wrapped."

The shopkeeper grinned and started blowing flattery, "My son, you really have a vision. These are the best rouge in our shop. Although they are not cheap, they can be taken home for safekeeping to please the wife of the family."

Zhao Shi did not refute, "Yeah."

He paid the money and walked out under the umbrella. After getting into the carriage, the attendant hesitated and asked, "Your Highness, are you going to Ming Palace?"

Zhao Shi looked down at the beautiful little box with rouge in his hand. The packaging was exquisite, and the patterns carved on the box were vivid. The appearance was indeed something that a little girl would like.

He pondered for a moment, then whispered in a low voice, "Go back to the Prince's Mansion first."

After two days, I will see her again.

After Zhao Shi got out of her house yesterday in a rage, he was absent-minded after going down to the court. After calming down, he thought about it seriously, and she really can't blame her for this.

The small locked box was opened by him without authorization, and he forced her to read the letter. After all, it was because of jealousy that got angry. At first, Zhao Zhi thought that Mingzhu and her fiancé were just a marriage made by the matchmaker at the order of their parents. They had never met and had no feelings. It was only later that the two people had already made a private agreement.

Zhao Shi was afraid that Mingzhu could not forget Wei Chiyu.

He has seen Wei Chiyu many times, and he doesn't have many words with a calm personality. Although he is from a poor family, he is not stubborn and pedantic. On the contrary, he has a little bit of courtier's scheming and methods.

Fortunately, Mingzhu returned to the mansion before it rained. Otherwise, he would be discovered when the rain stopped and came back.

Biying only came back after seeing her, and asked, "Girl, where did you go this afternoon?"

Mingzhu didn't change her face and lied, "I went to sit in the courtyard of the seventh sister for a while."

Biying did not doubt, "It was so."

Fortunately, Mingzhu thought that she had no doubts, otherwise she would be a little troublesome to find out that she was out of the house. It is hard to guarantee that she would not tell Zhao Shi.

"You go out."

"Yes."

Mingzhu closed the doors and windows, took out the banknotes close to her chest, found a few more needles, and sewed all the banknotes into her clothes.

After hiding the money, Mingzhu’s forehead was already sweating, she wiped the sweat, and counted the days with her fingers. After the New Year’s Eve, Zhao Zhi will take her back to the hospital, but there are only a few days left before the New Year’s Eve. This time is far from enough for her to be well prepared.

Mingzhu fell on the back of the bed, frowning, and had to think of a way to make Zhao Shisongkou tolerate her staying in Ming Mansion for a few more days, preferably until the Lantern Festival.

But Mingzhu was not sure that Zhao Shi would agree, and if she couldn't, she could only pretend to beg him.

Be a good seller, be a coincidence. Run away while he relaxes his defenses.

Mingzhu smelled the faint incense in the room and fell asleep. She was tired all over her sleep. She had several scattered dreams one after another, always seeing the lonely and cold back of Zhao Shi in her dreams.

Although he always turned his back to her, his deep sadness couldn't hide.

Mingzhu felt that these dreams were really just dreams, because she had never seen Zhao Shi who was so sad, so lifeless, as if she had been taken away from her soul.

They all say that they have dreams every day and night, but Mingzhu doesn't think much about Zhao Shi during the day, and she doesn't know why she has him in ten dreams and nine times.

When Mingzhu woke up the next day, Biying smiled and entered the room, and brought her two packs of hot sugar cakes, "This is from the Prince's man this morning. I know that girl you like sweets."

Mingzhu thought that after she let people lose the cakes that Zhao Shi bought her specially, he would never buy her these snacks again.

She opened the paper bag, pinched a piece and stuffed it in her mouth, and took a small bite. The sweetness was moderate and the taste was not so greasy. After eating two pieces, her stomach was a little full.

Although Zhao Shi has a cold temperament, she really likes to send all kinds of gadgets to her, and she has everything to eat. It doesn't seem to want her to please her, it's more like feeding pets.

"Have my sister-in-law contacted me these past few days?"

Biying shook her head: "No."

She packed the remaining sugar cakes, and said: "They should not dare to come over to trouble the girl again."

The prince's three-point thin noodles still have to be given.

Mingzhu was surprised that her sister-in-law would never let it go if she could bully her. This kind of calm was really abnormal.

By noon, Mingzhu knew why this was happening.

It turns out that Mingru has been busy asking the Xiu Niang who comes to help her prepare her wedding dress these days, so she has no time to trouble her.

Mingzhu is a little curious. The imperial decree of marriage has not been delivered to Ming's house. How could Mingru be so anxious that he couldn't wait for a moment. It's not good to say that if the lord of Xiangyang couldn't bear Mingru's side concubine, the prince would be very worried for his sweetheart. It's possible that if you don't marry, you really won't marry.

But these have nothing to do with her.

Mingzhu hid in the courtyard for another two days of leisure. Zhao Shi came back quietly one day. He seemed to treat her boudoir as his own home. He came and left as he wanted.

Ming’s family should not know anything. Only Mingru couldn’t help but was finally persuaded by her mother, "You can’t hold back your breath? Take a long-term perspective. What is Mingzhu’s identity? What status? What do you think the prince considers her, can you not know? Don't worry, it should be you who can't get away."

Mingru stomped, "Mother, I just feel uncomfortable."

"Stay calm in everything."

"Oh, I see."

Zhao Shi walked without a sound. When he entered the room, Mingzhu had just washed her hair with Xiangpan, and she lay down on the limp and asked Biying to wipe her hair.

She was holding the book in her hand, and after reading two rows, she couldn't stand it anymore. She said, "Biying, you open the window and let my hair dry in the sun."

Biying listened to her and set up the window sash, and the slanting sunlight was drying her soft hair. She felt that the room was sultry, so she took off her outer shirt. At the moment, she only wore a thin cross-collar skirt with a slight waist. Falling down, holding a Yingying, his body looks soft and slender.

Zhao Shi walked to her, she was stunned for a few seconds, and got up in a hurry.

She looked hurriedly, "Why are you here again today?"

Zhao Shiding looked at her and asked, "Can't I come?"

Mingzhu nodded in her heart, but dare not say this. She raised her hand to tidy up her clothes and hair, and when she looked down, she realized that she was not wearing the right clothes. She was about to ask Biying to send her clothes, but she was nowhere to be seen in the room.

Zhao Shi silently dragged her in front of him, tied her belt, and said, "Come and see you."

Mingzhu couldn't help but lowered her head when she heard this sentence.

Zhao Shi suddenly took out a box of rouge from his sleeve, and he whispered, "Look up."

Mingzhu raised her face in doubt, and in the next second he gently pinched her chin, his eyes fixed on her lips.

Mingzhu struggled a bit.

Zhao Shi said softly: "Don't move."

He opened the rouge box and rubbed the rouge on her lips with no light or heavy force with his fingertips.

Mingzhu's tense fingers curled up.

Zhao Shi's fingertips were icy cold, and the movements that followed did not make her feel any pain.

He wiped up, staring at her red and moist lips with satisfaction, and asked, "A few days ago, did you go out?"