After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

During the transition season of spring and summer, the sky is sunny, and the breeze brings fragrance.

Sheng Wenlin stood under the corridor and did not move, standing like loose, tall and thin, and then slowly loosened his unconsciously curled fingers.

Sheng Ling didn't know why he was absent-minded, and urged him: "Cousin, it's time to pass."

Sheng Wenlin returned to his senses and calmly replied: "Yeah."

After a long silence, he said to her as he walked: "I know you have old grievances with her, but today is the princess's birthday banquet. You know what you should and shouldn't do, you know."

His cousin also has a lot of means. It is not a person who can swallow her anger, and Jacques will report it, not to mention that she was divorced in the first place.

Sheng Wenlin's words are not selfish. The capital is not Xiangyang, and it hasn't reached the point where she can be lawless.

Sheng Ling was not convinced, she still had to do enough on the surface. She smiled at her cousin, "How many times have I promised you, why doesn't the cousin believe me?"

"Your mother wrote to me a few days ago and let me take care of you."

"My mother and concubine are really unreasonably worried."

"I think you have been in the capital long enough, and you should go back to Xiangyang."

When I mentioned this, Sheng Ling's face was not good, and the bright and yan eyes swept over, making silky ripples, "I have lost such a big face, I don't want to go back, I must be laughed at."

Sheng Wenlin also understood how uncomfortable her heart was, and patted her head lightly. After all, it is his sister, and he still loves her, "No one in Xiangyang city dares to laugh at you."

Sheng Ling said: "They dare not on the surface, they must be laughing at me secretly."

"After all, no one would dare to say anything in front of you."

"Then I don't want to go back either."

"It's up to you." Sheng Wenlin didn't care about her affairs too much, it was not his turn to intervene.

After crossing the corridor and turning again, Sheng Ling went to the princess palace.

The hall is lively, and those who have a good relationship have to get together and talk with smiles.

The little girls naturally wear delicate and delicate clothes today, and they dress themselves beautifully, with a hundred flowers blooming in full bloom.

Sheng Ling's gaze swept around.

Mingzhu stood beside the princess and changed into a thin apricot-white skirt. The belt appropriately outlines her slender waist. The plain makeup can't stop her coquettish appearance. Standing there quietly makes others look vulgar. pink.

Sheng Ling took the initiative to walk over to talk to Mingzhu under all eyes. "The girl Mingzhu just went too fast. I don't even have a chance to have a good conversation with you."

Mingzhu hasn't spoken yet.

Zhao Xin first stood up and blocked her. "If you have anything, just say it here."

Zhao Xin also heard about the incident between Mingzhu and Sheng Ling. To tell the truth, she really couldn't understand Sheng Ling's style, as if she was very noble. But her face changed in front of her brother, and that disgusting arrogance became a personality.

At that time, Sheng Ling's marriage with her brother had a horror. She couldn't help but clean up the people in her brother's backyard. No wonder her brother wanted to divorce.

Sheng Ling stood opposite them and said in a low voice: "I want to apologize to the girl Mingzhu for what happened before. Last time, it was my little belly. I hope you don't hate me."

Mingzhu couldn't figure out what Sheng Ling had made, and she suddenly became so polite and kind, she was not used to it.

Zhao Xin was also dumbfounded. She didn't think Sheng Ling could be so generous. Not only did she ignore it, she also took the initiative to apologize.

There is no such good thing when the sun hits the west.

Sheng Ling smiled, and said: "If you can't pass this hurdle in your heart for a while, it doesn't matter."

Mingzhu said casually: "The princess is polite."

Zhao Xin deliberately separated the two of them. She took Mingzhu's hand and said, "I will take Mingzhu to the imperial garden for a stroll."

Fortunately, Sheng Ling didn't say to keep up.

Zhao Xin really took her hand to the imperial garden.

Zhao Xin ran so fast that Mingzhu couldn't keep up with her, and the two almost ran into someone.

Zhao Xin stopped abruptly, raised his head and glanced up, and suddenly became much more well-behaved, "Cousin."

Song Huaiqing frowned, "How old is it, why are you still so reckless?"

"Not paying attention to the road ahead."

Zhao Xin was about to introduce her cousin to Mingzhu, and he was still thinking about excuses.

Mingzhu seems to have met him before, and he was courteous, "Master Song."

Song Huaiqing wore white clothes today, like a breeze. He frowned slightly and nodded: "Girl Pearl."

It's just right to handle it. Alienation and gentleness don't have much true meaning, but it doesn't give people a feeling of being looked down upon.

Song Huaiqing couldn't say anything hard to an outsider. He turned his head and looked towards Zhao Xin, with a stern tone, "Next time you walk carefully, it doesn't matter if you bump into someone else, don't fall yourself."

Zhao Xin's left ear went in and his right ear went out.

Song Huaiqing's gaze turned to the Pearl beside her, but he didn't stay for long, and turned away without emotion.

Zhao Xin actually didn't want these two people to run into each other, because she was afraid that her cousin would be biased against Mingzhu.

The children of these aristocratic families have a sense of indifference to others thousands of miles away. His cousin's appearance and family background are good, and people from the lowest pedigree like to show his courtesy, and over time, he feels disgusted.

But now it looks better than she thought.

Zhao Xin affectionately took Mingzhu's arm, "I won't waste my cousin's time."

"Where are you going?"

"Go see Xia He."

"The lotus hasn't bloomed yet, what are you going to see?"

"Look at the lotus leaf."

When Zhao Xin mentioned this, he remembered the lotus leaf rice that Mingzhu made for her last time.

Song Huaiqing asked: "Have you asked your brother?"

"He can't control me."

"Why can't he take care of you with his people?" Song Huaiqing looked gentle and patient and reminded: "I just came out of the study room with your brother, and you won't send people back. After today, he will I need you to settle the account."

Mingzhu gently pulled her sleeves, lowered her throat and said in her ear: "Your cousin is right."

"All right, then I will send you back first."

The lotus leaves in the garden can't be seen, the sunset is west, and the brilliant aftermath falls in bunches along the cracks in the tiles. Looking at the sun, it is only an hour away from the dinner party.

Mingzhu still walked slowly, she returned to Zhao Shi's bedroom, and people were already waiting in the room.

"Did you see Zhao Xin?" he asked.

Mingzhu looked at his face, his eyes were dark, and the end of her eyebrows stretched out. She picked up the teacup at hand and took two sips of tea to quench her thirst. She nodded, "I saw it."

Zhao Zhi held her waist with one hand, looked down at her eyebrows, and stretched out his fingers to stroke her eyebrows, "Is anyone embarrassing you?"

Mingzhu thought for a while, "No."

Sheng Ling didn't seem to be embarrassed by her, because a few yin and yang weird words were sued, which was quite hypocritical.

Mingzhu was still squeezing things in her heart, squeezed in her throat, wondering if she wanted to open her mouth.

The man loosened her waist, and changed her body in front of her with a white and white embellishment, pure and elegant, with a tall and tall back figure, standing staggered like a bamboo.

He fastened his belt and watched the woman's increasingly silky features, her eyes were round and round, and there was an unacceptable childishness in her tenderness. His small face was pale and soft, and it felt good when pinched.

He seemed to like her more and more, his eyes always reluctant to move away from her.

This is not a good thing for Zhao Shi.

Zhao Shi clenched his fingers even harder, "What are you thinking about?"

Mingzhu was held in his arms and was forced to absorb the Lingling rosin from him. After hesitating for a long time, she still couldn't remain indifferent, "His Royal Highness, Wei Chiyu and I... really have nothing to do."

So he no longer has to deliberately make things difficult for Wei Chi Yu.

Knowing that Wei Chiyu is a very good person, Mingzhu fears that Jiang You's words will be true, and the prison disaster is not enough, maybe he will die.

Even if Mingzhu's love for Wei Chiyu's men and women is not so deep, it is difficult to forget him. The teenager in the memory, treat her well. Almost all of the hard-earned silver was spent on her.

The corner of Zhao Shi's mouth sank, and there was no sound for a long time.

"What did you hear?"

"It's nothing, just knowing that he is going to work in Changzhou, I am very happy for him."

He saw that there were indeed no other emotions on her face, and she did not feel much relieved. Since she asked, she still cared, "I won't kill him."

"Well. I know that His Royal Highness always counts."

Zhao Shi squeezed her hand, but never let go.

There seemed to be a sneer in his eyes, and he didn't know whether he was mocking her or laughing at himself. How could she not care about her appearance? It is also deceiving yourself to speak out.

Zhao Shi led her out. It became a little bit cold after dark, and the night was deeper and heavy in the late spring night. The mist fell on her face, and the eyelashes were stained with wet drops of water.

Neither of them said anything along the way.

His Royal Highness and his concubine showed up at the dinner. Everyone couldn't help but look sideways. They were really beautiful, standing next to the prince, like a little fairy.

The onlookers had different thoughts, and the man took this opportunity to look at it in secret. The jealousy in the hearts of the little girls was annihilated. No matter how beautiful she is, she is stuck in the mud, and the beauty will not last a few years.

Mingzhu was sitting at a table with a group of little girls who had almost never seen her. She didn't feel embarrassed, so she picked up the chopsticks and picked her favorite dishes.

The other people on the table didn't move their chopsticks much, instead they picked up the wine glass and offered her two glasses of wine.

Mingzhu drank four or five glasses of wine in a row, her beautiful eyes filled with spring, her head was very swollen, her body was warm after drinking, and she felt hot even after the cold wind blew.

Sheng Ling didn't know when he would come over, and said, "Ms. Pearl is drunk, don't hesitate to help her go to rest."

Mingzhu is not so invincible, but what he drank tonight is really a bit embarrassing. The maid took her to the vacant room in the side hall, helped her take off her clothes, and helped her onto the bed.

After going out, the little palace lady put on the lock on the door.

There were also more than one or two drunk people at the banquet. Song Huaiqing almost escaped from the temple. His mind was dizzy and he felt a little nauseous.

He wants to sleep for a while and wake up.

When he came out, Song Huaiqing met Sheng Ling. He had a good impression of her.

Sheng Ling smiled at him, and then asked the maid to take him to the partial hall to rest.

Song Huaiqing nodded and said good words.

The night was too dark, and if it weren't for the dim light of the lantern, he couldn't see the road in front of him. After the door was closed, Song Huaiqing heard a few painful sobbing by the bed.

His drunkenness immediately woke up.

When Zhao Shi came to look for Mingzhu, no one said he hadn't seen him.

"She drank some wine and went down to rest first."

"Which room?"

"I do not know either."

"Where is the maid?"

"I don't know which little palace lady led the way." The voice of the person who answered the question became lower and lower, and gradually closed his mouth under the stern gaze of His Royal Highness.

Zhao Shi looked at them without any emotion, like a knife hanging above their heads, which would fall at any time.

A weak voice suddenly rang, "I saw the girl Mingzhu go to the side hall to rest."

The dark and cold mist in Zhao Shi's eyes gradually dispersed. He breathed a sigh of relief, took a big step, and walked towards the side hall.