After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu stood in place and sighed, looking at Biying, who was kneeling on her head. To be fair, Zhao Shi's tone was not harsh, but she didn't know why she was so afraid of it.

Although Mingzhu was also a little bit stunned, but only doing things that crossed the boundary. Zhao Zhi usually speaks less and seldom gets angry. Except for the bedclothes, which is a bit difficult to cope with, he is usually a respectful and courteous son, who is polite and alienated.

Mingzhu raised her head and said flatly: "Biying, you go out first."

Biying stood up slowly shaking her body, holding her breath, she didn't dare to breathe, and then slowly withdrew from the room after saluting.

Mingzhu wears a pomegranate skirt today, which is quiet and soft. In recent days, she has been more relaxed, with more fleshy flesh on her face, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are less coquettish, and more lively and lovely.

She looked at Zhao Shi with clean and transparent eyes, round eyes, pure and innocent expression, she asked directly and clearly: "His Royal Highness, are you angry?"

The man wore very plain clothes today, with an ink-colored belt around his waist, and a half-cut jade hung on his waist, like a pine and cypress, upright and straight, without a trace of extra expression on his jade-white face.

Zhao Shi only glanced at her without saying a word.

Mingzhu looked at the cakes on the table again and recognized that it seemed to be a dessert bought from her favorite pastry shop. "His Royal Highness, the hibiscus cakes and sweet cakes are not tasty when they are cold."

In fact, it was not too cold, she just didn't want to eat what he bought.

Zhao Shi had already imposed enough things on her, she was hypocritical, so she shouldn't easily fulfill his wish on this trivial matter.

Zhao Shimo squeezed his fingers in silence and looked at her blankly. He couldn't hear the emotions. He asked, "Why don't you eat when it's hot?"

Mingzhu lowered her face and said, "I was very supportive at that time."

Zhao Shi still had a straight face, and the inaccessible flowers of Gaoling could hurt people several feet away with the coldness all over his body. He said um, then called the maidservant in in front of her, and said coldly: "Listen to her, lose it."

The maid did not dare to refuse, so she hurriedly cleaned up, and the cat left with her waist down.

This matter seems to have been revealed. Mingzhu naively thought that his temper should disappear.

In silence, Zhao Shi suddenly took out a jasper hairpin from his sleeve, "I got it a few days ago. See if you like it or not."

The jasper can be seen by the naked eye with excellent color, no variegated color, pure water color, exquisite and beautiful, and it is a rare treasure at first glance.

Zhao Shi has rewarded her with many such rare and beautiful jewelry, but that was all when he was in a good mood. Often the night before, she coaxed him to be happy and satisfied, or when she was down, she sent a few gadgets to coax her to be happy.

In the past, when Mingzhu received these gifts, she would still be happy, feeling that Zhao Shi still loved herself very much and was generous. But think about it, this little gadget is nothing to him, but it's used to tease things.

If such a good hairpin is taken to a pawnshop, the shopkeeper may not dare to accept it.

Mingzhu didn't reach out to pick it up, but just asked: "His Royal Highness, are you in a good mood lately?"

I just heard A Rou say that he seems to be about to marry a side concubine, is it because he is in a good mood because he is about to spend a candle night in the bridal chamber? The more she thought about it, the more she felt.

Zhao Shi was silent for a while, and raised his eyebrows, "It's OK."

Mingzhu suddenly knew that she was going to marry Mei Jiao Niang. She smiled and said, "This hairpin is too expensive for me."

Things that can't be exchanged for money, no matter how good she is, she doesn't bother to ask for them.

Zhao Shi's smile gradually faded away, with a faint chill in his eyebrows. He asked, "Who said you are not good enough?"

Mingzhu didn't know where he was offended by what she said.

Doesn't he like to hear these three words?

It's not that Mingzhu doesn't know what he thinks. His self-sacrificing Prince is prejudiced against her, and despise her everywhere.

Zhao Zhi kept the hairpin on her dressing table without saying a word, and then asked water to take a shower and freshen up.

When the light was turned off at night, Mingzhu was held in his arms, with water mist creeping in front of him, and the tails of his eyes were peachy and red, and the petite and slender fingers were clenched tightly against his chest, and said uneasyly: "His Royal Highness, I'm a little tired."

For a few days, the people who beat them with iron couldn't bear it.

Zhao Shi gently stroked the back of her neck with a slightly cocooned thumb. The light was dim and his vision was unclear. His voice was gentle: "Don't move you, go to sleep."

Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhao Zhi would do what he said. Since she promised not to move her, she would not regret it.

She leaned on his long arms, her long black hair lazily spreading out like a waterfall. The people behind her hugged her waist, and the heat occasionally swept across her neck as she breathed.

Mingzhu leaned in his arms and fell asleep slowly, and woke up the next day, full of energy.

She was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, only to find that there was a hairpin on the hair bun, and when she looked carefully, it was the hairpin she confiscated yesterday with a vivid and beautiful little fox engraved on it.

Mingzhu took the hairpin off, placed it on the table and stared at it for a while, then stuffed it into the drawer.

As a prince, Zhao Shi gets busier and busier as he gets closer to the new year. After sunrise and night, I stayed in the other hospital for half a month.

Since Mingzhu knew that Zhao Shi might marry Mingru as his concubine, she did not want to serve him in bed anymore. She is not jealous, just a little clean.

Zhao Shi likes to kiss her very much, as if he loves her toy.

Mingzhu was soaked with her dear eyelashes, and the soft neck was dotted with dots.

After the man kissed her, he let go of her, took a shower and changed her clothes.

After getting on the couch, she whispered: "I'm a little uncomfortable."

She only dared to say that, and she didn't dare to ask him to spend the night somewhere else.

Zhao Shi believed her at first, and was considerate of her weakness, and asked the imperial physician in the palace to treat her body.

After taking the pulse, the imperial physician said: "The girl has a cold body and a deficiency of qi. It takes a few years to take care of it. It will be difficult for her to keep her baby even if she does not burn."

Zhao Shi frowned and asked the emperor to go down and prescribe the medicine.

After more than half a month, Mingzhu's raised face was round and red, both delicate and beautiful. It seems that the body is getting better.

Zhao Shi has been standing still for more than half a month, sharing a bed with each other, almost never getting close, and seldom cuddling, kissing, rubbing.

The weather is warming up gradually, and only a thin jacket is enough at noon.

On this day, Zhao Shi spent a few more hours in Wangyue Pavilion after finishing the things on hand.

After Mingzhu finished grinding for him, she languidly lay down on the small table and took a nap, her delicate and naive face was slightly reddened by the sun, and her simple and naive expression was a bit innocent and lovely.

After Zhao Shi finished practicing, he looked up and saw her asleep.

There was a few moments of silence, and the man hugged her to the bed sideways, covered the quilt, and then went out.

Mingzhu slept until dark and had dinner before seeing Zhao Shi again.

When she rested at night, the light was blurry and she couldn't see her sight clearly, and she had been courageously nurtured by a peaceful life these few days.

Zhao Shi put her hand on his waist, her face flushed with shame, and her mouth was breathing heat. She said, "I'm sleepy."

Zhao Shi stopped, "Go to sleep."

In the next few days, Mingzhu couldn't find any other excuses, so she used the words lame physical discomfort to prevaricate him.

Once or twice, Zhao Shi noticed her perfunctory, she was resisting him.

Zhao Shi was considerate enough, and when he realized her intentions, he was a little irritated by the playfulness.

It was night, he put on his clothes with a cold face, "I have something to do, so you can rest first."

Mingzhu lay back on the bed and continued to sleep.

Mingzhu dreamed of the dream she had a few days ago. The Prince's Mansion was covered with white buns and white lanterns, and the tip of her nose felt like burning paper money.

She seemed like a wandering spirit wandering in this strange mansion, as if a gloomy cold air pierced her body. The servants carried the buckets of blood on the cleaning steps. Large patches of black and red blood were washed away, and buckets of blood were carried out.

There was a quarrel not far away.

Mingzhu followed the voice and heard the woman who couldn't see her face said: "Zhao Shi, what on earth are you going to do? She is dead! Can you think about it for me, my face has been standing for her for a long time? The monument disappeared when the tomb was set up."

Mingzhu saw the familiar figure standing alone by the window, silent.

The woman seemed to break down and smiled, "Since you like her so much, why didn't you marry her before you die? You don't know that she likes you and wants to marry you, kills people with your own hands, and regrets it again. Gone."

The man turned around, did not look offended, and said calmly: "Come here, please ask the princess out."

Mingzhu woke up from her dream listening to this indifferent voice. These dreams are really just dreams.

Not only in her dreams, but during the first days of rebirth, Mingzhu would often think about what happened after her death. What would happen to Zhao Shi when she saw her body? Would you regret killing her? Will it also be a little bit sad? Will you shed a tear for her?

It should not be.

He estimated that he didn't even bother to look at her body, how could he regret it.

Maybe because of this dream, Mingzhu felt depressed early in the morning and couldn't do anything.

Mingzhu barely managed to beat her up. She thought she ran away Zhao Zhiqi last night, and he would not stay in another yard during this period of time. As a result, when she asked, he was still there.

Zhao Shi seems to be living in another courtyard for a long time.

Others secretly sighed that the girl Mingzhu is so blessed, and not everyone has one after another of graces.

Unexpectedly, though his Royal Highness lived in another courtyard, he never set foot in Wangyue Pavilion again, and never asked about the recent situation of the Mingzhu girl.

Mingzhu knew that Zhao Shixin was arrogant, and she had rejected it so many times with false excuses. The anger in her heart would be hard to get rid of for a while. It would be better if he didn't come to see her because of this.

The people were amazed by the fact that the Pearl girl was really tolerant, and she was still calm after being left out. If your Highness doesn't come, she won't take the initiative to go there.

The man in the Mochizuki Pavilion had a good life, but the others didn't feel it well. Do things carefully every day, and don't dare to make any small mistakes, for fear of getting caught in the middle.

Two days before the new year, Mingzhu took the lotus soup made by Biying and took the initiative to find Zhao Shi in the study.

When Zhao Shi heard the report, the brush in his hand paused, "Let her come in."

He lowered his eyes and thought silently, although he came a little later, but he also knew that he didn't have no progress when he lowered his body and begged him.

Mingzhu did ask him for something, but it was not what Zhao Shi thought.

She calmly put the lotus seed soup in front of him, "His Royal Highness, this is the soup from the small kitchen, you can try it."

Zhao Shi didn't move, and listened respectfully to what she was going to say next.

Mingzhu didn’t circumvent his gaze, and said directly: “It’s coming to Xiao Nian soon. I'll ask you for grace. I mentioned it to you last time. I want to go home.”

Zhao Shi chuckled slightly, "Just because of this?"

Mingzhu was stunned, huh? What else can there be?