After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Zhao Shimei’s heart was beating, and his brain hurt after his eyeballs hurt. He would rather deceive himself and steal the bell, and don’t need others to poke **** lies. He was already very impatient and said blankly: "Throw it out!"

Hongling has already learned fine, and knows that as long as he honestly hides behind Mingzhu, nothing will happen.

Holding Mingzhu's sleeves, she pretended to be scared, and opened her mouth: "Zhuzhu, you want to save me! He wanted to kill me last time!"

Mingzhu held her hand, then raised her face and said to Zhao Shi, "Don't move her."

Zhao Shi's thin lips were pressed into a faint straight line, his brows were deep furrowed, and his eyes looked coldly at the person hiding behind her, without saying anything.

Hongling got her wish. She ran and ran in Mingzhu's ear every day. Later, after thinking about it, Zhao Shi, the prince, should not be in vain. It would be difficult to escape from under his nose.

So, she gave Mingzhu another good idea. She said: "A man can have three wives and four concubines. You can also secretly find a few friends and give him a cuckold. The man of the brain, blowing the pillow wind every night, let him rebel and drive Zhao Shi from the position of prince!"

Hongling felt that he had come up with a very good idea. If she looked so beautiful as Mingzhu, she would have never known how many men she played and let them fight to death.

After listening to Mingzhu, she just wanted to laugh: "I understand your kindness."

Hongling said, "Zhuzhu, I didn't joke with you."

Mingzhu touched her head and smiled at her: "I know."

Hongling stared at her face for a long time, and after thinking about it, she felt that Mingzhu was still too shameless, unlike her not only shameless, but also had no moral bottom line.

It does seem to be a bit difficult to get the pearls to be sturdy.

Suddenly Hong Ling took out the poison/medicine he had bought before, and put the medicine bottle on the table generously. She said, "Or you poison him and let's run again?"

After that, she felt that this suggestion was not feasible.

"In this way, we have to be wanted for the rest of our lives, and it won't be worth it."

Mingzhu looked down at the medicine bottle on the table in a daze.

Hong Ling had a headache thinking about it. He kicked off the embroidered shoes on his feet, rolled twice on the slack, and covered his face with a blanket, "It's so annoying, it's not the right thing to do."

She lifted the blanket and said seriously: "Zhuzhu, it is the most cost-effective way to raise a few small white faces outside."

Spend the prince’s money and sleep with other men.

Mingzhu listened to her quietly, fearing that she would have a sore throat when she said too much, so she was very considerate and poured her a cup of warmth to quench her thirst.

Hong Ling sat up and drank two glasses of water. Her whole body was suddenly excited, her eyes were very round, and she cautiously asked, "Zhuzhu, are you still thinking of Master Wei in your heart?"

Mingzhu's eyelashes quivered slightly, and her fingers twitched unnaturally. After a long time, she whispered: "How is he?"

Hong Ling hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master Wei has been released from prison."

Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, "Just stay alive."

He was so seriously ill at that time, was tortured, and had so many injuries on his body. She really felt distressed when she went to see him. She was really afraid that he would not be able to survive and die in prison.

Hongling hesitated, she didn't know whether to say a lot of things, but she was not a person who could hold back her words. The adults seem to be still recuperating, and after seeing several doctors, none of them can be cured."

Mingzhu's eyes were wet, "As long as he is still alive."

Hongling felt that Mingzhu should still like Master Wei in his heart, otherwise he would not want to be hugged by him.

There is a thin layer of window paper between the two. It's a pity that a pair of childhood sweethearts made a perfect match.

Mingzhu didn't know why she wanted to cry. When she mentioned Wei Chiyu, she felt sad, and her tears couldn't help falling down.

Pear flowers bring rain, I feel pity when I see it.

Hong Ling was most afraid of her crying. She hurriedly found a handkerchief to wipe her face, stumbling and comforting her: "Don't be too sad, maybe... maybe you can still..."

Hongling can't go on.

She sighed silently.

Hong Ling asked: "Zhuzhu, do you really dislike the prince at all?"

Although she also hates the prince, she also has to admit that the prince looks better than any man she has ever seen, with exquisite eyebrows, a straight nose, good-looking lips, and a stern face with a cold expression. He is also a good-looking man. .

The tip of Mingzhu's nose was red, and the voice from her throat was very soft: "Yeah."

Hong Ling made a long voice, and she asked again: "Is it really uncomfortable to get along with someone you don't like?"

"right."

Human feelings can change.

With a small walk around, the feelings in my heart also changed.

Zhao Shi stood at the door, his feet motionless, quietly listening to what they were saying, his face was calm, and there was no change in his eyes.

These answers were what he expected.

At night, Hongling originally wanted to sleep with Mingzhu, but was thrown into the yard from Mingzhu's house by the ruthless Crown Prince. She also fell and sat on the ground with her **** hurting her teeth.

Mingzhu was sitting in front of the dressing table, with a small white face reflected in the bronze mirror. She slowly removed the headdress from the bun and loosened the rolled up hair.

She doesn't know how to dress and dress, and she looks pretty even without powder. Her lips are red and teeth are white, and her complexion is excellent.

These days, the cheeks have been raised round and round, the water is tender and tender, and it looks very fleshy.

Mingzhu cried in the afternoon, her eyes swelled easily, her eye sockets were also red, and her eyes looked like a layer of water-red rouge.

Zhao Shi took the comb in her hand and stood behind her to help her smooth the satin hair.

When it was time to turn off the lights and go to bed, Zhao Zhi didn't move. He pinched her chin with his fingers and forced her to lift her cheeks. His dark eyes stared at her silently, and he lifted his fingers and stroked her redness. At the end of his eyes, he asked softly: "Have you cried this afternoon?"

Mingzhu avoided her eyes, her face turned pale, and she didn't say a word.

Zhao Shi already pretended not to hear anything this afternoon, but he didn't see her shed a few tears.

When he was about to be stabbed to death by her before, he did not see a single tear of sadness from her.

Zhao Zhi's heart was sour and astringent, the roots of his teeth were numb, and his heart was full of holes. His fingers were writing all the year round, and his fingertips were a bit rough, and the place where the thin calluses had been rubbed shivered.

He looked into her eyes and asked, "Who did you cry for?"

He knew who it was, so he couldn't help asking.

Mingzhu pushed away his hand: "No one."

She was afraid that Zhao Shi would be jealous and lose his temper, but she was not afraid of him sending his temper to her, but she was afraid that he would find another excuse to trouble Wei Chiyu.

It is better for Zhao Shining to lie to herself than to tell the truth.

He hummed, his throat was sour, it seemed to be bitter, his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of black mist, his thumb held her cheek lightly, and he said dumbly: "Don't cry for others. "

Mingzhu couldn't give him a promise, let alone nod and say a good word.

So she remained silent and said nothing.

"Go to sleep."

Zhao Shi blew out the candlelight and lowered the curtain to block the light.

Some things can't always be avoided.

The man's fingers pulled over her belt, the palm of his hand slowly crawled across her back, gently twirling, holding her back of the head, bullying down, kissing her lips and teeth, leaning into the mouth, and driving straight in.

His kiss was delicate, and it seemed to be an overwhelming flood of rain, eager and violent.

She leaned back on her slender neck, her face flushed, and she exhaled a warm and hot breath.

Zhao Shi had always been able to bear it, but it was a bit unbearable to reach this point.

heat.

Suddenly he used his hands vigorously, and easily took off her coat.

Mingzhu was still reluctant and pushed him away.

Zhao Shi stopped, her dark eyes were unfathomable, staring at her face, and asked: "What's the matter?"

He grabbed her hand and put it on his waist: "Could it be that you want to hide from me forever?"

Mingzhu gritted her teeth and curled her eyebrows in silence.

If Zhao Shi saw her reluctantly before, he would definitely stop.

However, he is not in a good mood today, and he can't worry about that much.

Thinking of the tears she shed today, it's hard not to get angry.

He forced her to look into his eyes, and he said, "Joozhu, I am a normal man."

Not only does she like her, but she also has a deep desire for her.

Mingzhu actually understood what he said.

She also knew that Zhao Shi didn't value desires, but she wasn't someone who didn't touch her at all.

She nodded and opened her mouth slightly: "I understand."

The drapery rose with the breeze, and the white veil gently stroked her cheek.

Mingzhu was forced to tilt her neck back, white and slender, her collarbone looming, her fingers gripped the quilt hard, and she uttered a few words: "You should go find someone else."

She can't.

Zhao Zhi laughed anxiously, and only warned her not to do such a stupid thing last night, but she took it as a breeze and didn't care what he said.

He held her wrist, his cold eyes looked a bit more sullen.

Without a word, the man untied the lace around her waist.

Mingzhu didn't move, she looked at him like this with wet eyes open, without making a sound, just let him play around.

But from time to time, the eye socket overflowed with water, rolling down the tail of the eye.

It didn't take long for tears to flow all over her cheek, the eyelashes were also stained with clear water, and her eyes became redder and red.

Zhao Shi stopped the movement in her hand, looking at her tears, her heart was already numb with pain.

He stretched out his hand to cover her eyes, not daring to look at her eyes.

Then he hugged her tightly.

Zhao Shi whispered in her ear, and he heard a bit of choking in her trembling tone. He kept saying: "Jiuzhu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

His palm was wet with her tears.

Zhao Shi took a breath, and his heart hurts: "Don't cry, I won't force it."

"Just forget it if you don't want to."

"Don't look at me and cry like this."

Such broken eyes.

To him, it was like quietly holding his knife silently.