After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Zhao Shi was very impressed with his childhood memories, as if there were only tedious and complicated texts, words and deeds, rules and regulations, and never did anything out of order.

His mother was very kind to him, but he moved to the outer courtyard to live by himself very early.

I didn't have a particularly good playmate in my childhood, silent and boring.

Zhao Shi pursed her lips, and her calm tone sounded a little lonely: "When I was young, I had a lot of texts to memorize, and there were homework assigned by the teacher."

Mingzhu was too sleepy to open her eyes, half of her face was buried in the pillow, her lips and teeth were slightly opened, her breathing was shallow and slow, she groaned twice: "It is better to go to school than nothing."

Because of her poor homework, she didn't even have the qualifications to continue school.

Zhao Shi pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, and the sadness between his eyebrows and eyes was smoothed when he smiled sincerely. He had never said these words to anyone.

"When I was younger, I actually didn't like studying at all." It's not that Zhao Shi hasn't envied his cousins, but also wants to play those childish games with them.

Mingzhu absently listened to him.

Zhao Shi's voice was clear, and it was very comfortable in his ears.

"A few times I couldn't finish writing the essays arranged by the teacher, and I lay down at the desk while writing while crying, tears damp the manuscript paper, and finally finished writing the essay and then it became invalid."

Mingzhu's face was reddened by the pillow. She lifted her chin and her breathing became easier.

She couldn't imagine Zhao Shi crying and writing an article. She thought he should be no different from when he was a child, mature and sophisticated, with a restrained mood.

Zhao Shi slowed down the strength in his hand, and Mingzhu raised his eyelids, a little squeamish: "You press harder, my waist is still sore."

Zhao Shi took a pillow under her waist and said after a while, "It can't be too heavy."

And Mingzhu has fallen asleep.

...

These noisy children in the Prince's Mansion have been punished for copying dozens of articles, so they don't want to stay here anymore.

Pretend to be sick and want to go home.

The servants around him spread words to the families, and within a few days, these children were taken back home. The house is clean, not as messy as before.

Mingzhu also complained about Zhao Shi for this: "What do you always punish them for? Xiaoman finally made a few new playmates."

Zhao Shi felt that he was wronged: "Copying a few articles is not a penalty."

His endurance had already come to an end, and he had been dissatisfied with the behavior of these little boys jumping up and down in the house for a long time, and sent them away earlier, with clean ears.

Zhao Shi sees that she is still upset, and Wen Yan makes sense with her: "Children can also make friends in Taixue."

Mingzhu reluctantly accepted this argument.

...

After winter, it's another spring.

Mingzhu was really bored, so she took her maid to walk around the street.

The weather is getting warmer, and the streets are not as deserted as winter. Spice merchants from the Western Regions, as well as buskers performing publicly with broken boulders on their chests.

Mingzhu walked aimlessly, and then looked up and found that she had already walked outside the gate of the academy.

The spring is melting, and the sun at noon is still a bit venomous. The maid helped her hold the umbrella, looked up at the words on the plaque of the college, opened her mouth and swallowed back.

Mingzhu looked up and stared at the words on it for a long time, rooting under her feet and unable to walk.

At exactly this time, the courtyard door was opened, and the voice was slightly astringent.

When Mingzhu looked at the man's face clearly, her expression changed. She pulled the veil in her palm into a ball, her throat was dry, and her eyes were slightly red.

She thought she would never see Wei Chiyu again in her life.

Wei Chiyu didn't seem to expect to meet her here, a flash of astonishment flashed through his eyes, but he returned to normal after a long while. He stood under the eaves, his dark and transparent eyes staring at her quietly, his face in the shadows was flawless, and his figure was as tall as a cypress, but he was a lot thinner.

After a while, Wei Chiyu asked, "Zhuzhu, why are you here?"

Speaking softly, amiable. It's no different from before.

Even with an umbrella on top of her head, Mingzhu still feels that the sun is very hot today. She was in a daze for two times, and for a moment she thought that she had hallucinations in her.

I will hear this voice that can only be heard in a dream.

She walked forward two steps in a trance, but the maid wanted to stop but didn't dare to stop.

Mingzhu saw his eyebrows and eyes clearly, and recovered from the trance memory, the moistness in her eyes was forced back by her, and her throat was a little choked: "I just left."

I wanted to go to the tower to blow air, but I didn't listen to my feet, so I walked here inexplicably.

She sniffed, lowered her head and asked, "When did you come back?"

Wei Chiyu looked at her: "The day before yesterday."

Mingzhu feels that he shouldn't be greedy, it's good for him to be safe and sound.

Wei Chiyu didn't seem to be in good health, he coughed a few times on his lips, and said dumbly, "I'll give you a ride."

Mingzhu nodded: "Okay."

Wei Chiyu's fingers moved subconsciously and almost went to hold her hand.

Along the way, Mingzhu didn't say much, but Wei Chiyu kept talking, his tone of voice was calm, and there was no feeling of disapproval.

Zhao Shi sent her to the alley, with a thousand words stuck in her throat.

Mingzhu kept her head down and did not move for a long time. Tears fell like threads. She asked, "Do you hate me?"

Wei Chiyu laughed in surprise: "Thinking about something crazy."

Mingzhu raised her eyes, Wei Chiyu stared at her red eyes, and wiped the corners of her eyes with his fingers.

Some obsessions cannot tolerate him not letting go. He is useless.

Wei Chiyu said, "Zhuzhu, I hope you can have a good life."

The maid stood a few meters away from them. Seeing the two people's intimate movements, she couldn't help taking two steps forward, but she didn't dare to go further.

Mingzhu doesn't know if she is doing well or not.

No one dared to bully her anymore.

But... it seems that something is missing.

She can't tell.

Mingzhu wiped her face clean, her nose was red, a little pitiful: "What about you?"

Wei Chiyu replied simply: "I'm having a good time, too."

Officials resume their posts and occasionally go to the college to help teachers’ students read articles. Although the days are boring, they are at least peaceful.

As for the love between men and women, the important matters of marriage cannot be forced.

It's a blessing in fate.

If not, don't worry about it.

After hearing this, Mingzhu relaxed a little, and she should go back after spending so long in the alley. Before leaving, Wei Chiyu suddenly grabbed her arm, gently brought the person into his arms, and hugged like a dragonfly.

His face was still calm, and there was more warmth in his cold eyebrows. He said: "Well, this time I really want to let you go."

Wei Chiyu slowly released his hand, "If you have anything to find me, you can send someone to send me a letter."

The knot that Mingzhu held in his heart seemed to be opened by his own hands. After relief, his chest was not as stuffy as before.

She nodded: "Okay."

The back of Wei Chiyu's departure made people feel sad.

When Mingzhu went back, she specifically told the maid not to tell Zhao Shi about it.

Naturally, the little maid listened more to the words of the prince. The things about the prince were all important matters, and no one in the house dared to hide it.

Zhao Shi did not come back late at night.

Mingzhu only found out the next day that he was stabbed, or he was in the court, and he was stabbed with a knife in full view.

Zhao Shi severely punished a group of officials a few days ago, saying that he could not even uproot the roots. The start is too ruthless, and those people are just dead words. Simply put a padded back before he died, not intending to make him feel better.

The man rushed towards Zhao Shi with a knife in his hand without anyone noticing. His face was hideous and he was crazier than a madman. The dagger in his palm was shining sharply, and the man used his greatest strength towards his chest. Stabbed.

Fortunately, these civil servants who have been working for more than ten years are not good at fortifications, and they have not hit the key points, and they are enough for others to bear.

When the imperial physician rushed to help His Royal Highness dress up the wound, his consciousness was still sober, except that his face was paler than ordinary people, there was nothing wrong with him.

However, in the afternoon, the situation got worse.

His Royal Highness lay on the bed unconscious, his face pale as snow, like a seriously ill person.

The imperial physicians in the hall came in and out in batches, and the smell of medicine in the hall was almost strong, making people feel bitter.

After several imperial physicians took the pulse, they were a little confused.

After taking the medicine, His Royal Highness logically said that the injuries on his body should gradually heal, and his condition would not get worse.

If there is a small injury, if there is no expression, he will really come to collect the body of His Royal Highness.