After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu felt that his eyes were a little lonely, and the sudden silence was a bit embarrassing.

Mingzhu raised her face and squeezed a dry smile. She just said tactfully, "I dare not think about it."

It's not that she didn't dare to think, but she didn't want to at all.

Zhao Shi heard her fooling herself with false words, but said nothing.

He reached out and touched her cheek lightly, and the thin calluses left over years of writing made his fingertips feel a little rough.

There was some fever in the place where Mingzhu's face was touched by him. She took a deep breath, trying to explain something, but it sounded extremely blunt, "I'm just a concubine room, I don't want to think about things that don't belong to me, you can rest assured, Your Highness."

She almost swears to the heavens that she has absolutely no intentions.

These words reached Zhao Shi's ears, which were quite harsh, like a thorn in his flesh, causing bursts of pain that could not be ignored and shattering his unrealistic fantasy.

Zhao Shi's throat seemed to be blocked, and he swallowed his throat. He laughed, "Never mind."

She is really not good at lying, let alone covering up, what she is thinking in her heart can be seen from her clear and charming eyes.

Zhao Shi took her tight and walked steadily into the room.

Mingzhu quietly glanced at him with his eyes, and put his question behind him. There was another thing that was disturbed in his heart.

She took the initiative to pour a cup of tea to Zhao Shi, "His Royal Highness, otherwise you should continue to teach me Chinese calligraphy today."

She would rather copy those tedious books than let the doctor come over and check her pulse.

Zhao Shi didn't know when she became so easy to learn, and she had discussed with him not to practice calligraphy last moment, and now she changed her mind.

He asked amusedly: "Aren't you tired?"

Mingzhu shook her head, "Not tired."

Zhao Shi found the copybook he had written before, put it in front of her, and studied the water for her, "You can practice according to this copybook."

He writes a good handwriting for her to practice, and it doesn't feel wasted.

Mingzhu sank his heart, and then the light from the square window lattice, quietly stood at the desk and practiced the writing for half an hour, and then copied the entire article.

Zhao Shi praised her once.

Mingzhu also felt that her handwriting was not as ugly as before, and she could still read it out anyway.

Before she was happy, there was a small servant outside the door, saying that the doctor had already invited over and was waiting outside the hospital.

Zhao Zhi's voice was faint, "Let him in."

Mingzhu didn't expect that she would still not be able to avoid this, her heart fell down, and she was really uneasy.

Mingzhu collected the paper, pen and inkstone, her face was stained with ink and she didn't notice it. A little black fell on her snow-white skin, looking funny and cute.

Zhao Shi saw it and didn't remind her, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but her smile was fleeting.

Mingzhu slowly walked up to him, pulled his sleeve twice with her soft fingers, and said softly, "Your Highness, I don't want to take medicine."

She knew that Zhao Shi would just follow her. She talked to him softly, with a better attitude, and a little pitiful. As long as it was not too much, it would be easy to let him relax.

In this matter, there is not much room for discussion.

The doctor carried the medicine box, followed by a young apprentice behind him, walked in respectfully, and bowed to salute.

"Show her."

Mingzhu's heart beats like a beating, and she feels like a catastrophe is imminent.

The doctor put a handkerchief on her wrist and closed his eyes to check the pulse. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "This girl is not in a serious condition."

Mingzhu was nervous and about to sweat, and she relieved her heart when she heard this sentence.

Zhao Shi looked up at him, "You go outside and wait."

The doctor packed his things, "Yes."

Mingzhu stood up, the veil in her hand had changed shape, she said: "I said it's okay, you can send him back quickly."

Zhao Shi said, "It won't get in the way."

He strode out to the outside room, and went to the doctor for a detailed questioning.

According to the pulse condition, the doctor truthfully told, "Ms Ming has a stable pulse condition, and her body is indeed fine."

Zhao Shi let go of his heart a little, and then he said his purpose.

The doctor was stunned for a moment after listening, "I'm afraid this is a bit difficult."

The refuge soup that Miss Ming drank this year is still his prescription. Although she has deliberately weakened a few strong medicinal materials, how can there be any medicine that does not hurt the body?

The prince’s mood was also elusive. Why did Miss Ming continue to take the prescription for avoiding the child even if he wanted a child?

He only dared to mutter this sentence in his heart, and categorically did not dare to say it in front of the Prince's Palace.

"If Miss Ming's body wants a child, she will have to raise it for a year or a half." The doctor chuckled and continued: "As for the avoidance soup, you must never drink it anymore."

Zhao Shi frowned subconsciously, and it sounded a bit long for a year and a half.

I don't know if Mingzhu has figured out a year later and stay by his side.

After hearing these words, Zhao Shi was absent-minded, and immediately sent the doctor back to the pharmacy.

Mingzhu couldn't breathe in the study, so she opened the window and blew the cold wind. She didn't know what the doctor would say to Zhao Shi. When he came back, she was bored and scared. She flipped through the books on his bookshelf and couldn't calm down even when she opened the books.

When Zhao Shi came back, she couldn't help feeling nervous, and the book in her hand slipped to the ground.

Zhao Shi helped her pick up the book and glanced at the cover, "How do you see the art of war? Do you understand?"

He looked as usual, spoke gentle and gentle, and did not make her feel the slightest oppression.

Mingzhu shook her head: "I don't understand."

Zhao Shi put the book back on the shelf and saw her face with a frightened expression. He couldn't help touching her face, "It's okay."

"That's good." Mingzhu felt that she was lucky this time and escaped a catastrophe.

She left Zhao Shi's study in a daze, and returned to her own room. Her tired body fell on the bed. She was buried in the quilt, and she didn't want to move or talk.

"Girl, you will make yourself bored if you sleep like this."

Mingzhu listened to her and turned over. She said, "I want to eat candied haws."

Biying smiled and said, "Is the girl greedy again?"

Mingzhu loves to eat desserts when she is in a bad mood. She used to hide a lot of candies at home before, so she took one out and licked it when she was upset.

Mingzhu kicked off the embroidered shoes on her feet, and even the white stockings were kicked by her. She rolled into the bed and said, "Candy cubes are fine, I won't pick them."

Biying found her a few pieces of peanut candy from a box containing small snacks.

After eating several pearls in a row, Mingzhu finally came back to life.

She sat on the bed and began to think seriously about why Zhao Shi suddenly wanted her to have a baby? She couldn't figure out, would people like him who are deeply indifferent and ruthless like him also like children?

What's more, her sister will be going through the door in a few months.

Zhao Shi wants a child, and he should also let his concubine from a good background come to life.

Although Mingzhu dislikes Mingru very much, she has to admit that anyone who wants to marry Mingru could break the threshold of Mingru in the early years.

Mingru didn't like any of them, so he was probably waiting for Zhao Shi.

Mingzhu asked: "Biying, when is the wedding date of your Royal Highness and my sister?"

Biying pursed her lips, "The tenth day of October."

It is said that this is a good day for the master of Fuyuan Temple to be counted by His Royal Highness and Miss Mingru.

Mingzhu broke her fingers and counted, "There are still seven months left?"

Biying's voice was low, trying to avoid this, "Yeah."

Mingzhu seemed to be asking about irrelevant things, and there was no trace of sadness. She felt that in the two months before the wedding, Zhao Shi would be very busy, and there was no extra energy to look after her. At that time, it was the best time for her to die. .

The master and servant had just finished speaking, when the gatekeeper's maid whispered to his Royal Highness.

Mingzhu has no time to wear shoes, nor can she wear socks. Zhao Shi walked in and saw the white socks on the carpet, with slightly raised eyebrows, bent over to pick up her socks, and sat on the edge of the bed, "Give me your feet."

She stretched out her feet, her toes were round and white, and she looked cute.

Zhao Shi helped her put on her socks, "Okay."

Mingzhu retracted her little feet into the quilt, her expression a little embarrassed.

Zhao Shi saw the candy paper on the bedside cabinet and asked, "How many of them have you eaten?"

"forget."

"Don't spoil your tooth."

Tooth hurts after eating too much, and it is troublesome to treat. Zhao Xin also liked to eat sweets when he was a child. Two of his teeth were broken. When he was pulling his teeth, he cried heartbreakingly. Fortunately, she was still young at that time, and even if her teeth were pulled out, she could grow back again.

"I don't eat sugar for three meals a day."

"Well, don't cry in front of me when your teeth fall out."

"You don't have to scare me, I won't be scared by such words."

Zhao Shiren couldn't help but put pressure on her subordinates if she couldn't control her, and said coldly to Biying, "Don't give her more food."

Mingzhu whispered at him for the mean.

Zhao Shi pretended not to hear.

Mingzhu was too lazy to get up, she lay down on the bed, lazily watching Zhao Shi doing the folding by the window.

The man in the city with such deep thoughts looks harmless to humans and animals.

After Zhao Shi finished reviewing the zhezi, he raised his head and glanced out of the window. It was almost dusk, and the day would soon pass. He suddenly remembered what his mother said to him this morning.

The wedding date has been set, and she has not seen the girl from the Ming family.

Zhao Shi didn't want to say that he didn't want to continue this marriage anymore. He could not have any interest in Mingru except for being "appropriate".

Zhao Shi looked at the twilight in thought, then turned around and looked back. The woman on the bed was sleeping crookedly, holding the quilt and sleeping Zhengxiang.

He walked over to help her remove the headdress from the bun and the heavy pendant on the ear, holding it in the palm of his hand, then walked to her dressing table and put them one by one.

In Zhu Chai's box, the small medicine bottle he saw last time is still there.

Zhao Shi remembered the smell of medicine last time, frowned slightly, held the medicine bottle in his palm, stared at the bottle for a long time, gently pulled off the bottle cap, and poured out two small black pills.

He sniffed the black pill in his palm, and the smell still made him feel familiar.

The strong smell of dead wood mixed with a faint floral fragrance, clear and a little pungent.

Zhao Shi stood in front of the bronze mirror expressionlessly. After a long time, he finally knew why the smell smelled so familiar.

It's musk.