After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu doesn't plan to sit in Yangzhou from now on, and she will have a day to spend her money. The most urgent thing is that she still has to find a living to support herself.

Mingzhu carefully pondered it. She looked at Hongling with bright eyes. She asked, "Shall we open a small shop selling pastries? What do you think?"

Hong Ling went away accidentally, feeling that the smell on her body smelled good, sweet and savory. Is it possible that girls with children smell so good on them?

Mingzhu's slender thumb poked her lightly, and Tan mouth opened slightly, "Hongling, I'm asking you."

Hongling came back to her senses, her eyebrows were filled with sorrow, "I can only burn fire, not making pastries."

Mingzhu's lips filled with a rippling smile, and she said, "I will do it."

Hong Ling's gaze shifted to her belly, "But you will be very tired if you are still pregnant with a child."

"Don't worry, I won't tire myself. We can take a long-term view on this matter."

The child is very relieved and never troubles her. She has eaten well recently and slept well.

Besides, the pastry shop doesn't have to work all day. It goes out in the evening and rests after selling for two hours.

Hongling asked curiously: "Why do you want to open a pastry shop? I heard them say that they make more money selling jewelry and embroidery."

Mingzhu also understands this truth. The patterns embroidered by a good embroiderer can easily sell for sky-high prices in a wealthy land. A piece of silk embroidered palpa, not to mention a few hundred taels, is easy to sell for dozens of taels of silver.

"Because I liked to eat pastries when I was a kid, I often couldn't eat them, so now I want to open my own restaurant."

The family only gives two taels of silver a month. Not only is her mouth greedy, but also very nasty. The pastry shop that she likes to eat is expensive, and she will only let people buy it once every half a month.

Hong Ling said in amazement: "I thought your family was rich, so poor you don't even have money to eat pastries."

Mingzhu just smiled, without extra explanation.

It's not cold in autumn in Yangzhou City. After a few days of the sun, the catkins on the riverbank raged with the wind, and the flowers fluttered.

Mingzhu and Hongling went to see the shops in the most prosperous area of ​​Yangzhou City together. After wandering around for a while, they saw a shop to sublet.

Mingzhu went in to find the shop owner and asked about the price of the sublet. After a calculation, it was still too expensive.

When the boss saw her leaving, he didn't stop her. He just said, "I don't have to worry about renting out this shop. The girl has to think about it. After this village, there will be no more shop."

Mingzhu turned around and replied: "I know, wait until I wait for my sister to discuss one or two, and then I will reply another day."

Hong Ling was too direct, and she asked, "Since your shop is so popular, why rent it to others."

This was originally a shop selling antiques. The owner was young and used his family's money to open this shop. Two years ago, he was forced to inherit the family's business, so he became even more concerned about this antique shop that had lost money for years. Naturally, business is not good.

And he was too tired, so he just rented it out.

"Business is not good." He said truthfully.

Hongling grabbed Mingzhu by the arm, pulled her to the door, and whispered in her ear: "Let's change another house. He has said that business is not good, and Feng Shui must not be good. We rented it and lost money. manage?"

The young man stood behind them and listened to what Hongling said. He darkened his face and sneered at the corners of his mouth. He sneered at them without mercy: "If you only make a profit without losing money in business, isn't everyone? We are all here to do business, but what you think is beautiful."

Hongling stepped forward to argue with him, Mingzhu held her hand and said, "My sister doesn't understand this."

Hongling is like a firecracker, exploding at one point. Seeing that this man looks like a dog, his character is really bad. Is he amazing?

The young man looked at them carefully, his gaze fell on the veil on Mingzhu’s face. The eldest master had a temper tantrum and showed a mean face. “The most indispensable thing in Yangzhou City is the beauty. I don’t know that wearing a veil is a Who cares." He sneered. "Besides, I'm going out to do business, so why are you afraid of showing up?"

This is really ugly.

Mingzhu said: "Finally know why your shop is not doing well."

The bitter boss is really annoying.

After Mingzhu finished speaking, she pulled Hongling's head and left without turning back. Hongling suffocated her stomach. She cursed when she was upset: "It's really unlucky, I met such an unappetizing thing!"

Mingzhu was more indifferent than her, "You calm down."

"Is he talking human words? What's wrong with the veil? If I grow your face, I wear the veil every day, and whoever wants to see me has to pay first!"

"After saying so much, are you thirsty?"

"It's okay." Hong Ling's anger came and went quickly, and she calmed down after the cold wind blew.

The two did not return without success today. After going around, they saw a shop that was going to be subletted.

The price and location are also suitable.

Mingzhu paid the money and signed a contract with him.

The shop is not big, it used to be a noodle restaurant.

Mingzhu did not deliberately decorate this shop, but simply tidied up and hung up new plaques.

After half a month, the shop is almost repaired and ready to open.

Mingzhu's belly is already very obvious, and wearing a slightly looser skirt can't stop her bulging abdomen.

When the pastry shop first opened, the business was not so good and people came and went, so I didn't enter her shop.

Mingzhu was somewhat frustrated.

Hong Ling also felt strange in his heart that the pastries made by Zhuzhu were very fragrant and looked beautiful.

She couldn't help stealing two yuan when she was hungry. Shouldn't she have no business?

On the third day of the store opening, Mingzhu finally ushered in her first business.

He was a young scholar with a very beautiful appearance. He stood outside for a long time before hesitating, and then walked in and shyly asked the price.

Mingzhu said: "A piece of cake and three cents."

The little scholar seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He bought ten sweet cakes, looked up after paying the money, and froze for a long time.

Hong Ling saw that his eyes were wrong, like a wandering soul floating in front of Mingzhu, silently blocking her body, "The young man walks slowly."

The little scholar left in a trance.

Mingzhu was still puzzled, "What's wrong with him? I haven't looked for him yet."

Hong Ling looked at her with complicated eyes, and Commoner Jing Chai couldn't hide her national color.

Her appearance is also extremely outstanding, as a woman, sometimes Hong Ling looks at her face easily, let alone a little scholar who has never seen the world, she must be overwhelmed by Mei.

Hongling seriously discussed with her, "Zhuzhu, otherwise you still wear a veil!"

Mingzhu touched her face subconsciously, "Isn't it weird to look at it like that?"

Hong Ling sighed, "Forget it, wearing a veil is more eye-catching."

The business of the pastry shop is getting better and better. The pastries that could not be sold the day before have been sold out in less than half an hour in these two days.

Mingzhu’s shop gradually became famous, saying that not only did she make delicious cakes, but she also grew more gorgeous and charming than the fairy in the painting.

It's also unfortunate that Mingzhu's shop is just across from the antique shop that makes ends meet and loses money every day.

The young man was busy entertaining his former classmates these days, so he condescended to take a look at his shop and found that the opposite side was a lot of bustle, and asked casually what was going on.

"Second Lord, I heard that the pastry shop tastes very good, and it is well-known, and the reputation spread, and the number of guests has increased."

Duan Sui was a little bit interested, "I'll go and see."

Duan Suinai is a famous second-generation ancestor in Yangzhou City. He has colluded with other dudes and has been domineering for many years. A word he said casually made Mr. Accountant sweat.

Mr. Accountant has also seen the girl's beautiful face. She is beautiful and beautiful, even more beautiful than the top card in the flower house. Don't know if their second master will be upset and do something bastard.

The accountant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Second Lord, that girl is pregnant with a child."

Duan Sui's eyes had an unpredictable smile, "Am I a beast?"

Mr. Accountant smiled slyly, "You are too serious."

As soon as Duan Sui walked to the door of the small shop opposite, they were about to close the stall. He saw the woman in pink who was screaming and recognized her instantly.

He took two steps forward, "Wrap me a sweet cake."

Mingzhu raised her face and said, "We are closed, you can come back tomorrow."

Duan Sui lifted his eyelids and had a pair of eyes facing her. Even if she was wearing a coarse linen shirt, it was difficult to conceal her national color. His face was slightly red from the sun, and the eyebrows were also filled with springy whiteness, white and tender. I don't know when some flour was dyed on Run's cheeks, but it added some indescribable pure silk to her.

Duan Sui swallowed silently, "So it was you."

Mingzhu also recognized him, so naturally she didn't have a good face.

Duan Sui glanced at her lower abdomen with unpredictable eyes, raised her eyebrows, "I want ten cakes in advance, and they will be delivered to my house tomorrow. I want to entertain guests."

He said as he took out an ingot of gold and put it on the table, "This is a deposit."

When Mingzhu reached her mouth and refused, she swallowed it back. She accepted the gold, lowered her eyes, and faintly said "OK".

Duan Sui did not embarrass her, and returned to his residence after paying the money.

There are noble guests in his mansion.

Master Wei came from Changzhou.

The Duan's family is a ship business, and there are a lot of smuggled objects. Last month, his third brother overturned the ship in the gutter and asked Changzhou to find something from the prefect of the fourth grade.

Duan Sui had some friendship with Wei Chiyu, the deputy envoy of the Secretary of General Administration at the time, and wanted to ask him to be a lobbyist so that the prefect would shut up.

Duan Sui and Wei Chiyu went to school together for two years, and they knew that Wei Chiyu was not superficial, secretive, and capable.

Wei Chi Yuduo didn't say no to help, only said: "He is not short of money."

Duan Sui did not expect that his taciturn classmate would kill the prefect of Changzhou silently.

Killing is indeed the best way.

Duan Sui felt terrified by this courage and ruthless method.

Now that this matter is over, Duan Sui should be very grateful to Wei Chiyu. It happened that he heard that Wei Chiyu was not in a good mood. Mo Yue was a dead person by his side, so he invited him to Yangzhou as a guest to relieve his mood.

"Where is Master Wei?"

"I just drank the medicine and I'm still busy."

"Don't disturb him, then go find two clean girls in the flower house, and send them to Master Wei's room tomorrow."

"Master Wei seems to have no interest in beauties."

"That's because they don't have the ability." Duan Sui thought of the girl selling cakes for some reason, she looked like her, and no one could stand it.

Wei Chiyu was invited to Yangzhou this time. In fact, he also had selfish intentions. He remembered Zhuzhu's mother seemed to be from Yangzhou.

Before he planned to propose marriage to Ming's family, Mingzhu asked him if he would like to accompany her back to Yangzhou for a visit in the future?

She was blushing, shy, timid, cute, and distressed.

Wei Chiyu never thought that she would hear news of her death so soon.

There seemed to be blood in his eye sockets, and his throat was dry and astringent. Panicked in the room, Wei Chi passed the door, the sky was going dark, and it was gloomy and about to rain.

Wei Chiyu was walking on the stone road, and two voices faintly came from the corner of the alley.

"Hongling, you don't have to steal it in the future. If you want to eat it, just tell me. I will make a special one for you."

"I'm afraid you scold me."

"How come." The gentle and gentle voice was sent by the evening breeze, "Quickly go home and count how much money we made today."

Wei Chi was in a daze and hesitated, until his voice drifted away, his expression changed, and he ran after him.

...

Zhao Xin was forbidden by her elder brother, and Wei Liu was like a watchdog, guarding her strictly.

She can go to other places, but it is absolutely impossible for her to come out of the palace.

Zhao Xin lost his temper and smashed things, and the three-foot white silk was found, and he wanted to hang himself to threaten them.

Wei Liu was not at all emotional, and cut off Bai Ling with a knife indifferently, "Your Royal Highness, don't make the humble job difficult."

Zhao Xin furiously pointed at him, "Hurry up! What qualifications do you have to look at me?"

Wei Liu said: "The prince has orders, you can go wherever you want."

Except for the temple.

Zhao Xin was really wronged this time, and told Tian Tian to stop calling the ground and not working. Her hands trembled and she said three good words in a row.

Turning around and ran to her mother's residence.

The complaint was brewing, but she didn't dare to tell her mother.

Zhao Xin insisted on crying because of his grievance.

She wiped her eyes with her sleeves, and after thinking about it, she still had to beg her cold-hearted eldest brother.

Although her elder brother is very cold, but she hasn't seen her tears since she was a child. As long as she cried, she would definitely give in.

Zhao Xin ran to Zhao Shi with tears in her eyes, her eyes looked very pitiful, and she said, "Brother, just as I beg you, you can let Mingzhu and the little niece go decently."

Zhao Zhi paused, and he made a mistake on the paper, and the ink was stained, ruining the words he had just written.

He stood in the light, his complexion was white, like a cold moon, his face was drooping, his face calm.

Zhao Xin shed tears of true feelings now, his thin shoulders trembled slightly, holding his cuffs, choked up and said: "Brother, you really can't treat Mingzhu like this."

Zhao Shi slowly raised his face, her throat dry, "Don't cry."

Zhao Xin knew that her brother must feel sorry for her, so he wiped the tears from the end of his eyes in a panic.

Zhao Zhi's head hurts, and he can see bloodshot eyes in his eyes. He said, "I'll send you to Zhuangshang for a few days, and you will come back after some time."

Zhao Xin really had no choice at all. She had no strength in her hands and feet, and she didn't want to say a word to him at the moment.

After sending her away, Zhao Shi opened the window and pierced the sun and golden light on his face. The rising sun light pierced his eyes slightly.

His eyes were dim, his eyebrows were gathered a little gloomy, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet. Standing under the scorching sun, his limbs were still cold.

Zhao Shi has been sleeping in the study these days, and the quilt on the bed seems to have the breath of pearls, and it is faintly sweet. I don't know if it is a taste he imagined, or it really exists.

He suddenly felt a little sad.

It seemed that all he had left was the scent that seemed to be non-existent. He absorbed the smell from the pillow, and the whole figure sank into the mud, sinking deeper and deeper.

Zhao Shi closed his eyes, the end of his eyes glowing with crystal clear watery luster, he frowned in pain, and later realized the pain, like vines densely wrapped around him, locking him tightly.

Zhao Zhi admitted that he deliberately refused to let her rest in peace, and he refused to admit that she was dead.

And that child, if he is still alive, it will be five months old.

The little girl had already prepared her clothes, and the pair of silver collars were locked in the box by him.

Guan Shi looked at the light in the room and sighed, "Get out of here."

"Yes."

It is already three watch days, and His Royal Highness has stayed up all night again. In the long run, how can the body survive?

Zhao Shi was called to the study by his father at the end of the morning.

His son was raised by Zhao Nanyu himself, and he knew what character Zhao knew.

"Your mother is worried about you these days, he said you have lost weight."

Thin and pale.

With the pen in Zhao Nanyu's hand, his eyes lightly glanced at him, "Take care of your own affairs. There is only one thing. Don't worry your mother."

Zhao Shi lowered his head and looked down, "Yes."

"Isn't it just that someone died in the backyard? I haven't seen you like her much."

Zhao Shi couldn't answer, so he didn't speak at all.

Zhao Nanyu knew that he had robbed the civic girl, he didn't want to care about it, and he didn't bother to care about it. Now that people are dead, he can't blame him for not being good, and can't blame others.

"Since it is your weakness, it may not be a good thing if it is gone." Zhao Nanyu said a little profoundly.

Zhao Shi lifted his pale face, "Really?"

The hoarse and dry voice trembled a little.

He once thought that the prince should not have weaknesses.

"I don't know, you have to ask yourself."

Zhao Shi doesn't like anything out of control, he has extremely strong control. Suddenly he could understand those dreamlike dreams, why he would see himself forcing her to death again and again.

Investigate the reason, but I don't want to let myself be bound by love.

Zhao Nanyu glanced at him and said: "If you can't figure it out, go out and relax."

Zhao Xin said.

Song Luan was very happy when he learned that his son finally stopped trapping himself in the capital and was about to go out to relax.

Zhao Shi looked thinner and thinner, and really needed a good rest.

Song Luan asked where he planned to go?

Zhao Shi said truthfully: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Song Luan laughed twice, "Your cousin happens to be going to Yangzhou tomorrow, or you can go with him and come back together."

Zhao Shi didn't really want to go to Jiangnan, he put down the cup in his hand, "Forget it, I will go to Bezhuang to pick up my sister, so that it will not take a long time, and she will hate me in his heart."

"She can't bear to hate you."

Zhao Shi smiled and said nothing, but in the evening, he suddenly changed his mind and decided to go to Yangzhou with Song Huaiqing.

There was no other reason, but the jade crown that Mingzhu gave him knocked out a crack.

This is one of the few things she gave him.

I heard that there are many skilled craftsmen in Yangzhou City, and he wants to repair this jade crown.