After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Zhao Shi's hot fingers slid down on her waist, and her action eagerly pulled off the obstructing belt on her body, and easily pushed up the hem of her skirt.

Mingzhu’s head hit the pillow, but it didn’t hurt. She recovered from her confusion, and was approached by a hot breath. She raised her eyes and slammed into a pair of cold eyes. These eyes were slightly red, confused and infatuated. Struggling again.

Mingzhu was clenched by his wrist and couldn't move her. The clothes on her chest were a little messy. She knew that Zhao Shi might not be sober now. She said, "Get up first."

Zhao Zhi frowned deeply, as if tolerated to the extreme, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat: "I can't get up."

The heat is hard to eliminate.

The man’s dark pupils stared straight at her face, even at the moment his consciousness forced by the violent medicinal force was not clear, the surface was still meticulous and solemn, the calm eye nerves passed through her eyebrows and slowly moved to her lips. His eyes looked straight at her moist and red lips, and the Adam's apple rolled up and down twice. He held her back of the head with his palm, lowered his head and bit her rosy cherry lips.

Breath blends, lips and teeth meet. The long lingering kiss was out of control.

Mingzhu's cheeks were slightly sullen, her eyes closed halfway, and she was dizzy by her relatives. A pair of slender hands were gently placed on his chest, tightly gripping the placket of his chest.

A few buttons on her coat fell off unknowingly, her head was covered with fine sweat and a few strands of hair soaked through it, she was a little bit overwhelmed by Zhao Shi.

But when the man kissed him enough, she let go of her finger, and beads of sweat slipped from his forehead along the contours of his cheeks, and his jaw stretched into a cold line. His breath was a little panting, and he said, "Zhuzhu, help me call An imperial doctor."

Mingzhu suddenly recovered and put on her clothes quickly. When she got out of bed, she found that her hair was in a mess. She didn't know where the hairpin on her hair had fallen, and her face had some unusual crimson. , She nodded in a panic and said okay.

The imperial physician was mentioned to the prince’s bedroom in the latter half of the night. After the pulse was diagnosed, his complexion was not very good, and he was very worried, as if he had encountered a big problem.

Zhao Shifang’s clothes were soaked in sweat, and he changed into clean bedding. He asked, "Is there an antidote?"

The imperial physician was very ugly to see His Royal Highness, he hesitated for a long time, and finally had to tell the truth: "His Royal Highness, this medicine came from the Western Regions. There is really no other solution except..."

Except what?

Except for **** between men and women.

This medicine is said to be poisonous and not poisonous, nor does it cause great harm to the human body. It only takes a few good times to spend it safely. This is not a poison/drug in the Western Regions.

Zhao Shi waved his hand: "I see, you can go back."

The imperial doctor bent over: "His Royal Highness, take care of your body."

The waiter on the side heard his brows pounding.

His Royal Highness was very knowledgeable, and he should know what kind of medicine it was after he found out that he had taken the medicine. He specially let the imperial doctor go through this experience. Naturally, there were other considerations in what he said.

When Mingzhu stood on the edge, she could hear clearly. She lowered her head and pretended to be absent-minded. She grabbed her fingers and became a mess in her heart. What should I do if I want her?

In case Zhao Shi couldn't control herself and rushed towards her, would she hide or not?

While Mingzhu was still entangled and hesitated, Zhao Shi had already cleared the other people in the house. It seemed that the atmosphere in the room had become lingering and ambiguous.

Mingzhu feels as if she is woven by a net, inevitable and inevitable.

Zhao Shi endured almost snapping off the tip of his tongue. He said, "You lock the door and I will go to the side hall to sleep."

Mingzhu mumbled vaguely, and slowly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't ask her to help him. As for how he would cure the drug's properties, it was not something she had to take care of.

After Zhao Shi left, Mingzhu also went to bed. Just after covering the quilt, she called the maid outside the house. She asked, "Is the princess back?"

The little palace lady shook her head truthfully: "The slave and maid don't know, but the princess should not be back if I haven't heard the news."

Mingzhu asked: "Where does she sleep?"

The little palace lady said: "There is a home for repairs in the back mountain, and everything is available."

Mingzhu reluctantly let go and said, "Okay, I will pick up the baby tomorrow."

She asked the maid to blow out all the candle lights in the room. The night was not very good tonight, the doors and windows were closed, and the room was dark and out of sight.

She opened her eyes in the dark, it was not early, but she was not sleepy at all, tossing and turning to sleep.

Mingzhu changed her sleeping position and closed her eyes to count, but her mind became more awake as she counted. She just sat up with the quilt, opened the window and blew the wind for a while, plain clothes and tulle, and her big sleeves swayed in the wind. Like a freshly blooming white rose, the petals are still covered with misty morning dew.

The night breeze was slightly cold, and the temperature of the exposed skin was a little cold.

Mingzhu sighed and closed the window again. With the faint light, she touched out the fire fold to light up two red candles.

The moment the candle light was lit, the door of the room was knocked suddenly. The eunuch's voice was high-pitched, and it was a bit harsh when he listened carefully.

"Princess, are you asleep?"

Mingzhu pursed her lips silently, and didn't think about whether or not to pretend not to hear for a while.

The eunuch's ability to observe words and colors is first-rate. After a while, the **** pinched his throat and said softly: "Prince princess, the servant sees that the light in your room is still on."

Mingzhu took a sigh of relief and said slowly: "What's the matter, please tell me."

The **** said: "The minion came to you when there was no other way. His Royal Highness... the situation over there is very bad."

The empress loves, there is no show girl in the palace.

It's not that there are no ladies who want to climb the bed of His Royal Highness. But the consequences are not something they can afford. Comparing small fate with glory and wealth, fate is naturally more important.

Mingzhu said, "You can call him an imperial doctor again."

The **** frowned, and his voice was frustrated: "It's not that you didn't hear what the **** said just now, this medicine...you have to solve it."

Mingzhu is not very happy, she subconsciously likes to bite her lips whenever she thinks about things.

The bite hurts, and then I know how to come back to my senses.

There was a long silence.

The **** persuaded him in a persuasive manner: "Prince princess, even if you are in anger with your highness, this kind of life-critical matter can't be saved."

Mingzhu said: "Go find someone else."

The **** never expected the relationship between the prince and the princess to be so bad. He said: "Prince princess, the minion begs you to check it out. The prince didn't let the minion tell you about this."

The **** was also a human being, his speech was not leaking, his voice was very low, and his tone was anxious, as if the sky was about to collapse.

He stood outside the door softly and softly, and his mouth was broken.

Mingzhu couldn't grind him. After a while, she opened the door and frowned, "You take me over."

The **** flattered and said: "Yes. The slave knows that the princess has the softest heart, and he is not willing to suffer."

Mingzhu had a serious face and said, "If you talk about these, I will leave."

The **** knew the current affairs and closed his mouth, carrying the lantern in his hand and led her to the bedroom of the side hall.

Mingzhu hesitated outside the door for a while, making preparations, gritted his teeth and pushed open the door, the astringent sound when opening the door was slightly abrupt in the quiet night.

There is no light in the room, it's dark.

As soon as Mingzhu crossed the threshold, the man's hoarse voice rang faintly and restrained: "Why are you here? What happened?"

Mingzhu smelled a rich and fragrant smell, like heather.

She frowned. "They said you were not so good."

The drapery blocked Zhao Shi's face, and Mingzhu could only see his stern outline through the layers of gauze.

The veins of Zhao Shi's hand were violent, five fingers pinched the edge of the bed hard, and several blunt blood holes were grinded on the belly of the fingers. He suppressed the restless gasp, and said, "No. You can go back."

Mingzhu wanted to leave as soon as she left, but most of the time she left, she would be called back by the **** lady.

She was quiet for a moment, pursed her lips, and said, "How are you going to detoxify?"

Zhao Shi did not speak for a long time. After a long time, he said in a dumb voice, "I have a way."

Mingzhu continued to ask: "What is the solution?"

She didn't know where the fire in her heart came from. She said, "I heard what the doctor said, if you don't find someone...you won't be able to cure the poison."

"Do you want to die? I won't stop you if you want to die."

"Actually, I thought you should find a willing girl to detoxify you, but they said no one seems to accompany you to sleep, and I don't want it either."

Zhao Shi let out a few low, muffled laughs, and the laughter was deep. He curled the corners of his mouth, raised his hand and opened the bedclothes in front of him, looked at her with bloodshot eyes and asked, "Do you know how to detoxify? "

He stood up slowly, his back was soaked with sweat, and he walked up to her step by step, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't you let you lock the door and not come out?"

Mingzhu hadn't answered yet, so his wrist was held in his hand, because the fingers pinched her too hard, and her nails were white: "Since you are here to help me, you can't leave tonight."

Mingzhu looked at him in front of him, and suddenly regretted it and ran to rescue him.

Zhao Zhi locked the door, restrained, and stroked her face with his fingers: "Don't cry at me for a while, okay?"

He didn't dare to look at the tears that seemed to be broken.

If you say despicable tonight, Zhao Shi is also despicable.

Knowing that she was soft-hearted, she deliberately calculated her fate. But he has no other way. If he doesn't do this, he is afraid that he won't be able to get close to her for the rest of his life.

Zhao Shi doesn't want her hate, her indifference, and she doesn't want her to live as a guest.

He was greedy and wanted her unreserved love.

Want her smile.

Zhao Shi's hands trembled a little, but fortunately, he was not noticed by anyone under him.

Mingzhu's heart touched her throat, her hands tensely tugged on the bed sheet under her, her face flushed, she opened her eyes, pretended to be calm, and asked, "Who gave you the medicine?"

Zhao Shi bit her ear: "I don't know."

He really didn't know at first.

However, he knew that Roman medicine from the Western Regions had been put in the glass.

You can tell if you smell it.

He drank the wine willingly.