After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Zhao Shi borrowed the desk from Mingzhu, covered the paper and inkstone, holding a writing brush, standing tall and upright, and her face was illuminated by the warm candlelight, as flawless as jade, delicate and white.

It didn't take long for Zhao Shi to write the papers for her divorce.

A quiet breeze swept across the paper, and the ink stains gradually dried after a short while.

Zhao Shi stamped his seal on the retiring document, and then sent the letter to Xiangyang City with his confidant.

Mingzhu was already lying on the bed, looking at him quietly, not knowing what he was writing.

She silently clenched the quilt, turned her back, and slowly closed her eyes to rest.

When Mingzhu's consciousness was vague, the quilt on her body seemed to be lifted, and her ankle was caught in the palm again, and she was gently pulled over, and her thin trouser legs rolled up a little bit.

The man's hands are gentle and light, and he looks a little cautious.

Mingzhu was sleepy and tired, she couldn't open her eyes, she was defenseless or resisting, and she nestled quietly in his arms.

Zhao Shi silently looked at the wound on her knee. The bruise still looked shocking. He took the powder, lowered his eyebrows and looked attentively. After applying the medicine, he took a closer look at her calf. There was indeed a spot behind him. Obvious cyan. The kick she was kicked was not light enough to come.

The dim light in Zhao Zhi's eyes sank, he arranged the clothes for her, helped her put on a pair of socks, and then covered her with a quilt.

The girl has delicate eyebrows, her posture when she is sleeping, her small face is soft, her skin is soft and white as snow.

Zhao Zhi's fingers in his sleeves rubbed twice, and he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch the soft flesh on her cheek without any force.

Mingzhu seemed to be interrupted by him to sleep, and then he went to sleep.

The spring was just right the next day, and the warm sun swept across every corner of the wing.

Mingzhu woke up in a burst of warmth, and when she was about to get up, she found that her knee was still aching.

Biying hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, "Girl, take care of your injuries in bed these few days."

Biying's face was pale, even with light makeup, she could still see her spirits very haggard.

Mingzhu asked her what's wrong?

Biying lowered her face without changing her face and replied, "The slave servant didn't sleep well last night."

Mingzhu said thoughtfully: "Then go down and rest."

"No." Biying took the opportunity to change the subject, she said: "His Royal Highness specially asked the slave and maidservant before leaving, that she must watch you for these two days and will not let you get out of bed."

Mingzhu felt that Zhao Shi was really making a fuss, "I'm really fine."

"Don't embarrass the slave and maidservant."

"I'm really fine. Don't worry, I won't tell him."

Mingzhu also knows that Biying and the others are respectful and afraid of Zhao Shi, for fear of being punished and not having the guts to defy his orders.

But Zhao Shi is not a **** with hands and eyes open to the sky, as long as they don't say, he has no chance to know.

Mingzhu got out of bed, and after washing, breakfast was set on the table. She drank a bowl of sweet porridge and filled her belly.

Biying looked at the girl Mingzhu and her complexion was not very good, so she asked, "Girl, did you have a nightmare again last night?"

Mingzhu put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, stretched her waist, yawned long, and propped her listless face with her hands. She said, "It's not a nightmare."

Turns over and over again, it seems that there are still those few scenes, and then Zhao Shi seems to have become the emperor? Rarely go back to the other courtyard where she and he lived before.

Zhao Zhi in the dream seems to always be so sad, quietly speaking, always alone, standing under the moonlight, his eyes do not know where to look, his back looks a bit pitiful.

He became the supreme of the ninety-five years, but the cold air on his body became stronger and stronger.

However, to Mingzhu's comfort, Zhao Shi seemed to have erected a tombstone for her and found a feng shui place to bury her. But Zhao Shi never seemed to worship her.

Mingzhu also couldn't tell whether this was a conjecture produced by her last life's obsession, or something that really happened afterwards.

She recovered and didn't want to talk about this topic anymore. She said, "Biying, you help me get the calendar."

Biying handed her the calendar.

Mingzhu glanced at the days, and it was only two days before the Lantern Festival.

Now she is ready for everything, and only owes Dongfeng.

She didn't want Zhao Shi to be an out-of-sight room, or a concubine.

Before her death, her mother told her that even marrying a man of ordinary family background to be a true wife is better than being a concubine to a rich man's brother-in-law.

Being a concubine is born to bow one's head. The husband is not her husband, and he has to live in the eyes of the wife, be cautious, and dare not speak loudly.

Moreover, Zhao Shi just liked her skin, but he didn't really like her. Until she is old and unsightly, he will be the same as in his previous life, and he won't hesitate to give her to death.

"Girl, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing, just thinking about what to wear on Lantern Festival to look good."

"His Royal Highness will definitely help you prepare in advance."

"Um."

Biying's words are also true. Zhao Shi has many small addictions, especially if she likes to dress her up, she must be very beautiful to be satisfied.

But no matter how good it looks, you can't wait for her to wear it out, and he will often tore it in the room.

Gentle, but strong.

In the palace at this time, the news of the prince's divorce has been spreading, and everyone knows.

Sheng Ling was crying and crying, and she never thought that her cousin had to divorce because of such a concubine! It's a shame.

The fact that the prince was angry yesterday has spread throughout the palace, and the palace people rarely see the eloquent prince make such a big fire.

At a glance, I felt cold in my hands and feet.

It's useless for Sheng Ling to cry and cry. The prince's marriage is entirely up to him, and there is no room for negotiation.

Sheng Ling went to Zhao Shi with a pair of red and swollen eyes, crying into tears in front of her, "Can't I punish your concubine?"

Although the marriage is undecided and she hasn't gotten started yet, why can't she use the crown prince's rights in advance? !

Zhao Shi asked indifferently: "Why are you?"

He stepped back two steps and stood farther away from her, "I told you earlier that I married you just because it’s appropriate. I don’t have any affection for you. If you can’t accept it, I won’t Marry forcibly."

"Yes, you told me. But...but..." Sheng Ling couldn't find an excuse.

She would be jealous too.

Everyone is greedy, and the title of the princess alone cannot satisfy her greed, and she wants him to love her.

Zhao Shi patiently ran out, "Sheng Ling, if you don't want to stay in the capital, tomorrow I will send you back to Xiangyang."

Sheng Ling's head was dumbfounded, and she was frustrated by these words. She paled and said, "I won't go back."

The man didn't make a sound, the breath all over his body seemed to be a bit colder than the winter blizzard.

Zhao Shi knew that Mingzhu had been looking forward to the Lantern Festival for a long time, and she seemed to have always liked such a lively day.

He deliberately compensated her, and wanted to make an exception to take her to a river lantern viewing party on the night of the Lantern Festival. But he may not have time to come back that night.

So Zhao Shi took Mingzhu out one night early.

Before leaving the house, Zhao Shi put his black cloak over her.

Mingzhu is too hot and is reluctant to wear it, "I don't want it, I'll give it back to you."

The wind was like snow outside, and the night breeze in the spring carried the chill.

Zhao Shi held her little hand and led her into the carriage. After a while, the carriage stopped outside the restaurant. Before getting off the carriage, Zhao Shi covered her face with a veil, and said softly: "Don't take it off."

Mingzhu is used to it.

His Royal Highness's desire for exclusivity is not so strong. It is not easy to take her out, but she will never want to let people see her face.

The shopkeeper respectfully welcomed them into the private room arranged in advance, with the window facing the most prosperous street scene in Beijing.

Outside the restaurant is guarded by the prince's guard, with a sharp sword pinned to his waist.

There have been people waiting for a long time in the room, Sheng Wenlin, the first son of the king, and Song Huaiqing, the top scholar in the new division. Both were important ministers from a family of hairpins.

Sheng Wenlin caught a glimpse of the hands that His Royal Highness put on the woman's soft waist, and squinted his eyes, "Is this girl?"

Zhao Shi sat down, saw the hip flask on the table, and faintly ordered: "Go and pour the tea."

The distinguished guests with extraordinary status, how can the shopkeeper be negligent, personally serve the tea and pour water, and dare not make any negligence.

Sheng Wenlin did not shy away from his gaze, staring straight at the pearl, scanning up and down, just by looking at his eyebrows, he knew that he was a rare beauty, with fair skin and slender waist. This figure is also unique. This must be the little beauty the Prince Jinwu Cangjiao used to warm the bed.

The solemn and serious Royal Highness could not escape the delicate beauty.

However, Sheng Wenlin didn't have a good impression of Mingzhu. His Royal Highness rushed into the crown as a confidant, and retired his cousin's marriage for this bed-warming thing, but he kept the account on her head.

"Ask less if you shouldn't ask." Zhao Shi obviously didn't intend to answer him, his face was unhappy.

Sheng Wenlin looked as if he couldn't understand, "If your Highness doesn't tell me, I also know."

Song Huaiqing intends to make a round of it, "drinking and drinking."

Sheng Wenlin stopped in time, but the look in Mingzhu's body was still cold. To the children of a family like them, there are too many lowly maids who rely on beauty to get the upper hand. This is the way that the crown prince was hit by her. For someone else, he would have killed such unhealthy people a long time ago.

Mingzhu pretended not to notice this cold scrutiny. Her beautiful eyes couldn't help but look out of the window. The lanterns of various colors in the long street were connected together, so beautiful.

Zhao Shi thought she was looking at Song Huaiqing, her wrist was tightened, and her waist was a little painful.

Mingzhu returned to her senses, and a gentle voice appeared in her ears, "Don't look around."

She didn't.

Instead, the man sitting across from her stared at her unkindly.

The three men talked about the political affairs of Chaozhong in front of her. Mingzhu was sitting on pins and needles and gently dragged his fingers.

Zhao Shi turned his head and whispered to her, "What's the matter?"

Mingzhu whispered: "I want to blow the hair."

"Go ahead."

Mingzhu couldn't wait to escape from Zhao Shi's arms, opened half of the window, and the night wind blew her hair and the veil, revealing half of her delicate profile.

Sheng Wenlin looked at her profile, staring at her, and lost his senses.

Soon, he came back to his senses and took two sips from the wine glass at hand.

Zhao Shi didn't stay too much. He really didn't like Mingzhu to show her face, and even less liked her to put her eyes on others, so he left in advance and took the people back.

On the way, Zhao Shi spent some silver to buy a lovely rabbit lamp for Mingzhu.

Mingzhu carried the lantern and didn't say whether he liked it or not.

That night there was another gust of wind and rain in the bed tent, Pearl's face was flushed, and her white face was like a spring tide with rain, and the voice venting from her throat was weaker than every sentence.

Zhao Shi was also concerned about the injury on her knee, and the attack was not too heavy.

Before falling asleep, Mingzhu raised her heavy eyelids and asked in a low voice, "His Royal Highness, when will you come back from Changtai Mountain tomorrow?"

Zhao Shi kissed her face and looked at her wet eyes, feeling a little guilty. He pursed the corners of his mouth, "Maybe it's too late to come back."

Mingzhu endured joy, "Oh, good."

Waiting for him to leave tomorrow, she will also escape to Jiangnan with Xiruan to live her own good life.

Zhao Shi regarded her question as a reluctant retention, and he silently thought that he would come back as soon as possible to accompany her on the festival.