After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

There was no sound in the room.

Hong Ling pricked up her ears and tried hard to hear but didn't hear any sound. The strange silence made her shiver. Although this dog man looks clear and juicy and looks gentle and elegant, the expression in his brows and eyes is extremely cold, and there is also a cold and solemn breath on his body.

What if he does something bad to Mingzhu in a fit of anger?

Hongling didn't care about rushing into the room, but his guards held her shoulders, she punched and kicked, and they restrained her hands and feet.

Hong Ling had to shout again, "You shameless thing, you want to eat swan meat? He didn't look in the mirror to see what his virtue is."

"Are you amazing? Get out quickly and don't hurt our future wife, or you won't be able to eat and walk around in the future."

Hong Ling cursed and grinned, but several men couldn't hold her back.

After a while, a cold voice came from the room, "Shut her in the wood shed and stop her mouth!"

Hong Ling was thrown into the wood shed with her mouth covered, her hands and feet were **** with twine by the way.

The sunlight outside the window just penetrated the window lattice and shone into the room, the sunlight was gentle and bright.

Zhao Shi's breath gradually subsided, and his delicate face showed a cold and alienated color. He pinched his fingers and asked slowly: "Where did you get this girl from?"

Mingzhu crossed his body, holding the child to release Hongling.

Zhao Zhigu's distinct thumbs pressed her shoulders, with some strength in his hands, he said lightly: "They won't hurt her."

Mingzhu was holding her daughter in her arms, and the little girl was asleep in her mother's arms. She didn't dare to make any big moves, lest she woke her up.

She said with a cold face, "You let her out."

Zhao Shi frowned, "She is too noisy."

Mingzhu said: "She doesn't like you. If you leave here, she won't be able to bother you."

Zhao Shi was quiet for a while.

Mingzhu put her sleeping daughter in the bed first, then went to the wood room and opened the door.

Hongling saw her almost jumping up, Mingzhu first took out the cloth from her mouth, and then untied the hemp rope on her hands and feet.

When Hong Ling was free, she wanted to continue screaming. She looked at the man behind Mingzhu. In order to prevent herself from being thrown farther away, she learned to shut up very cleverly.

Zhao Shi didn't press too hard, leaving the courtyard silently without saying a word.

He went to a temple outside the mountain, where the child's eternal lamp was enshrined in the main hall. Since everyone is still alive, this lamp is unnecessary.

Zhao Shi withdrew the ever-bright lamp. People who never believed in Buddha, but only by burning incense and worshiping Buddha can make him concentrate.

Zhao Shi thought for a few days, but did not think of a good way to make Mingzhu willing to return to him.

There was a scent of apricot blossoms in the mountains, and the new buds and green leaves from the branches fell on his shoulders. Zhao Shi didn't pay attention, and walked slowly down the path, his expression a little cold.

In the evening it was getting dark, Zhao Shicai came out of the temple, and the host sent this distinguished guest from the capital to the gate of the mountain.

Zhao Shi folded his hands together and gave a slight reply, then opened the tassel curtain with a fan and got into the carriage.

Back to the city, there was already someone waiting in the study. The visitor was polite and respectful, saying, "Wei Chiyu still refuses to confess."

Zhao Shigang sat down and poured himself a cup of tea, "Let him go."

"His Royal Highness, can you use punishment?"

"No need." Zhao Shi's cup lid lifted three points, vaguely enthusiastic, he said: "Wei Chiyu's bones are harder than I thought."

My heart is not as soft as I usually look at. Those who are courageous and intent, but also able to resort to tactics, are able to achieve great things.

Since he has a bit of spine, Zhao Shi has a bit more respect for him.

"But your Highness, the dead Zhang Qu is not a good person either. He deceived, embezzled and accepted bribes, bought and sold officials, and he would be cheaper if he died."

Zhao Shi said lazily, hum.

"I can't ask, I can't show evidence, the government will release people sooner or later." They were also embarrassed. His Royal Highness made it clear that he would not want Wei Chi to come out for a while, but he could not be kept in custody without evidence.

Zhao Shi closed his eyes, "Wait a few more days."

"Yes."

"How is his illness?"

"It's not so good, but I can't die." The man carefully observed the expression of His Royal Highness, and was cautious.

Zhao Shi said coldly: "No need, just let it dry."

He took a sip of his tea and said: "If the news goes out again, it will be said that he is seriously ill and is dying. No one will be allowed to visit during this time."

"Does this also include the Pearl girl?"

"Well, don't let her see Wei Chiyu."

"Subordinates understand."

A few days ago, Mingzhu was able to buy the head-catcher that guarded the cell so easily, Zhao Shi also specifically mentioned it, and did not let them stop.

He regrets a bit. He shouldn't let go of Wei Chiyu's threats because of his distress a few days ago. Although this method is shameless, it has an immediate effect. When she is brought back to the capital, things will be easy to talk about in the future.

The subordinates had a clear mind, and immediately understood the intention of the prince, and released false news that Wei Chiyu was about to die of illness, which was to force the girl Mingzhu to come to him for help.

If the Pearl girl opens this mouth, His Royal Highness can make a reasonable request.

Mingzhu hadn't heard anything outside the window before. These days, she couldn't help asking about Wei Chiyu's case. But the people of the government office were extremely tight this time. They couldn't ask anything about the murder.

Hong Ling said, "Zhuzhu, did Master Wei offend someone?"

Mingzhu paused, and the embroidery needle in her hand nearly pierced her fingertips. She was a little at a loss, but it seemed to be the case.

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When Song Huaiqing arrived in Yangzhou, he heard that Zhao Shi had found the woman in the portrait. He was really surprised. He didn't expect the weak and cowardly woman to have such great abilities.

"Since I have found someone, is it difficult to tie it back to the capital?" Song Huaiqing poured him a glass of wine, his tone a little confused.

Zhao Shi raised his hand to hold the wine glass, and drank it without a word.

Song Huaiqing raised his eyebrows, "If you are cruel, I can help you."

Zhao Shi interrupted in a cold voice, "Cousin don't worry about it."

Song Huaiqing took a deep look at him and felt that his cousin, the crown prince, had shot himself in the foot with a rock, and slumped in.

He smiled, "Alright, so when do you plan to return to the capital?"

Zhao Shi said, "Quickly."

He can't wait long.

Song Huaiqing deliberately poured a lot of wine into Zhao Shi this evening, and Zhao Shi drank a small pot without knowing it. The daughter was red, her cheeks were white, but she did not show any color, but her ears and neck were already red.

When he is drunk, there is not much difference between days and days, and he will not be drunk in a quiet state.

Song Huaiqing regretted not seeing the gloomy side of His Royal Highness, and he still did not leave his room.

Zhao Shi's stomach was very uncomfortable. He vomited twice, and after drinking a few glasses of warm water to rinse his mouth, he felt better.

His head was a little dizzy, leaning against the bedpost and closing his eyes to rest his mind, there was a bout of pain in the back of his head, and a viscous odor of alcohol appeared in his slightly drowsy breath.

The light of the candle was shining on his face, and he seemed to be asleep quietly.

It was still early, and it was just dark.

Zhao Shi couldn't bear the sleepiness of the attack, and slowly fell asleep.

After drinking, I slept better.

I have never been awakened time after time, and tortured by those intermittent dream fragments that can't distinguish between true and false.

He hasn't slept so well for a long time. There is a long life in his dream, from the age of sixteen or seventeen to the beginning of his life.

Zhao Shi finally connected the story, many familiar faces came and went, and Mingzhu was the first to leave him.

Five spring, summer, autumn and winter passed in the dream.

She died in the winter of the fifth year.

Before he died, he was still struggling desperately, and the tears from those clean and transparent eyes seemed to be red. Her crying voice became dumb, and she didn't seem to believe that he would do such a cruel thing.

She didn't escape, she didn't want to burn herself to death and leave him. She stayed with him so well for five years.

In the end, he was indeed poisoned by a glass of wine.

Zhao Shi had seen the scene of her dying in front of her too many times, and she was numb in her heart, but not once did the pain become the way she is now.

He heard her cry over and over again, why did he kill me? Didn't he say he likes me? I want to see him, please let me see him.

Zhao Shi's heart was held tightly by both hands, he rolled off the bed, his forehead hit the corner of the bed heavily.

He staggered up from the ground, stumbled open the door and ran out.

He seemed to think of many things.

The night wind was cold and bitter, and the man got on the horse with no expression on his face. He threw the whip in his hand on the horse and rushed out.

Jiu Jin did not completely dissipate. When Zhao Shi got off the horse, his body shook twice. He leaned on the horse's back and barely stood firm. He took a deep breath, his face paler than paper.

Mingzhu had just taken a shower and changed clothes, and was about to blow the light to rest. The door of the room was suddenly knocked open from the outside, and the movement was a bit loud. She raised her head, smelling the reputation, and saw Zhao Shi walking towards her unsteadily.

Zhao Shi's jade crown tied with his hair is nowhere to be found. Long black hair is spread on his back, and his clothes are a little messy. His forehead is still oozing with wet blood. I don't know how to make it look like this.

His eyes are beautiful, as bright as the moon, but at this time it seems that there is a thin layer of mist hazy in his eye sockets. He moved slowly, and when he was about to walk in front of her, he fell severely and knelt on one knee in front of the bed, looking very embarrassed, not like him at all.

Before Mingzhu had time to wear her socks, she hid her feet in the quilt, hugged her knees and hid in the bed subconsciously.

Zhao Shi knelt in front of her, reached out to reach her cheek, his fingers were cold, mixed with the cold pear wood fragrance.

The man's fingertips carefully stroked her eyebrows, and he asked with difficulty, "Zhuzhu, did I kill you?"

He was so angry that his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

This sentence was almost silent.

Under the dim candlelight, a transparent tear slowly slipped down his jade-like face.