After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

The atmosphere in the palace is solemn, and the hospital is even more melancholy.

A continuous light rain began in the spring when it was just in time, and the patter of rain made people feel bored.

Mingzhu also didn't know where the loss and emptiness in her heart came from. When she was depressed, she went to the castle tower twice. We often meet Wei Chiyu on the street.

Every time Wei Chiyu would send her to the alley, the bookish air on him became heavier and heavier, and the whole person looked steady and deep.

Some students in the academy admire him very much, mistake Ming Zhu for Wei Chiyu's wife who has never been seen before, and often buy some gadgets to please this talented Master Wei.

Wei Chiyu would occasionally accept these gifts. Some of them were delicious and fun. They were originally intended to be given to Mingzhu. After thinking about it, she probably lacks anything now. It's no longer a little girl who has to look forward to eating a piece of sugar cake.

So Wei Chiyu put all the gadgets that would never be sent out into a wooden box and locked it up.

After a few more days, Mingzhu seemed to realize that Zhao Shi hadn't come back for a long time.

She only heard that he was injured, and did not ask about his injuries.

Mingzhu looked at the drizzle outside the window with a dazed expression. The rain did not stop. After a while, she closed the window silently, and fell asleep on the soft pillow.

She didn't sleep for a long time. When she woke up, the rain outside the window had not stopped. Her heart was empty, very uncomfortable, her cheeks were wet, and the ends of her eyes were also moist.

She called the servant girl in, her eyes were a little startled: "Is he all right?"

The maidservant finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the princess still remembered the hurt of her Royal Highness. She replied: "The slave and maidservant are not very clear. A few days ago, Mr. Lin said that your Highness's injury...not very good."

People have been in a coma, as if they still have to rely on medicine to survive.

A little carelessness, maybe...

Mingzhu's chest is stuffy, her breathing is not very smooth, her small face is very white, and her brows are frowning: "Can I enter the palace for a look?"

The maid was overjoyed: "Of course it is possible."

It stands to reason that the day the Prince had an accident, the princess should enter the palace to take care of her.

But the relationship between the princess and the prince... is really not good. They looked anxious and did not dare to make a sound.

Guan Shi immediately arranged a carriage to take her to the palace.

Mingzhu entered the palace but was guilty again. She wandered around the palace twice, feeling anxious, and her handkerchief was twisted by her.

On the day of Lichun, the imperial physician did not come out of His Royal Highness's bedroom for a whole day.

The rumors are raging, saying that it is your Royal Highness, I am afraid that it will not work.

The injury worsened suddenly, and there were fewer days of conscious awareness after that day.

Mingzhu was sitting in the yard in a daze. The needle in her hand almost stabbed her. She suddenly recovered, and her chest was particularly uncomfortable.

After half a stick of incense, she finally stepped into Zhao Shi's bedroom.

There is no one in the temple, and the emperor does not know when he has left. The hanging curtains dimmed her vision, and only a person lying on the bed could be seen vaguely.

The room was full of bitter medicine.

Mingzhu walked to the bed and sat down slowly. She stared at Zhao Shi's face without a word, but her eyes gradually turned red.

The person on the bed, except for a slightly poorer complexion, looks the same as usual.

This face is beautiful even in illness.

Mingzhu poked his cheek with her finger. She didn't use much effort. She didn't know if he could hear him. She asked, "Are you really going to wake up?"

She looked at his face, and mist gradually rose up in front of her eyes: "I don't want you to die."

She touched her heart lightly: "It's very uncomfortable in my heart."

After a few days of nap, I woke up, opened my eyes and looked at the empty room, the heart that was falling continuously, and the huge sense of loneliness that was uncontrollable.

Mingzhu's fingertips carefully depicted his facial features: "Now I also figured out some things."

Maybe as he said, he loves her.

It's just that she was really scared by the pain in her last life, and she couldn't easily believe the love in his mouth. I'm afraid that I will be fooled again and hurt myself all over.

There are only a handful of people in the world who treat her sincerely.

In fact, Mingzhu also longs for someone to truly love her. After she said this, she was silent again.

If Zhao Shi died like this, she wouldn't be unable to live, but she would be sad for a while.

The cold and dark mist in Mingzhu's eyes gradually turned into water droplets, falling down along the eye sockets, and the water marks wetted her cheeks.

She shed tears without saying a word, and fell asleep on the side of the bed while crying.

She dreamed of Zhao Shi again. The boy from Zhilan Yushu stood in the shade of the trees. When she was young, she had a beautiful national beauty with beautiful facial features, but her temperament was colder than snow.

A spring breeze passed by, blowing the unique fragrance of the young man.

The cold eyes are like a peaceful lake, all emotions are swallowed, but a bit of sadness is revealed.

Mingzhu looked at those eyes, and suddenly remembered many things.

Zhao Shi is silent, lonely, and unwilling to show weakness. Many times he looked at her with such a look, as if there were a thousand words to say, and the words that he wanted to say stopped at the end of his lips and teeth, and swallowed his throat as much as possible.

Mingzhu woke up from the half-truth dream, her right hand was numb, and she could hardly move. The wet marks on her cheeks have dried up, and only the flushed eyes can tell that she seems to have cried.

"Beads."

A hoarse and jerky voice came slowly from the top of her head.

Mingzhu slowly sat upright.

The man woke up for a while and looked pretty good. He held her wrist, and the scent of light medicine on his fingertips puffed his nose. He looked at her reddish eyes and laughed: "You have cried. Are you reluctant to die?"

Mingzhu evaded his sight, lowered her face hastily, and opened her mouth, but she couldn't say the word "no".

It was good that Zhao Shi was stabbed, but the injury was far less serious than the one reported outside.

Zhao Shi played a scene, and if he was going to die, she didn't bother to look at him, he would admit it.

He heard what she said, heard her sobbing quietly.

She still has him in her heart.

As for whether it is more or less, it doesn't matter anymore.

Zhao Shi lifted her face and wiped her cheeks clean with a handkerchief. His voice was shallow, soft and delicate: "If you don't speak, I will take it as your default."

The tip of Mingzhu’s nose was pink, and she quickly got up: "I'll go and call the imperial doctor for you."

In the sleeping hall, there were imperial physicians coming and going, and His Royal Highness squinted his eyes, his complexion was not like someone who had just snatched his life from Yan Wangye.

Zhao Shi chuckled lightly: "Just go and prescribe the medicine to replenish your body."

The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes."

Zhao Shiman carelessly: "Don't let the princess hear what you shouldn't say."

"Chending will be tight-lipped."

The imperial doctor withdrew from the sleeping hall and immediately went to decocting the medicine.

At first, the injury of His Royal Highness was indeed a bit tricky, but after the bleeding was stopped, the injury was already healed. As for those days when the rumor that His Royal Highness was about to die, it was the news that the East Palace deliberately released it.

People from the hospital can only play with His Royal Highness. This scene has to be done in its entirety, and no one can see the clues.

Fortunately, it was a breathtaking experience.

If not, their lives will not be easy.

...

Because Zhao Shi is a patient, a patient who has not healed from a serious injury and has difficulty getting out of bed.

The errand of taking care of him naturally fell on Mingzhu.

But in the past few years, she has been a person who stretches out her hand when she comes to eat, and she really doesn't know how to take care of others. Even when he wears clothes, he sometimes wears the wrong clothes, can't distinguish the inner lining, and can't tie his belt.

Mingzhu herself disliked her ability to take care of others, but Zhao Shi had some enjoyment instead.

He was recuperating in the palace for more than half a month, and he still looked as weak as he was when he first woke up.

It's not that Mingzhu had never doubted, but after thinking about it seriously, she felt that she was suspicious.

She asked: "Did you not take your medicine properly?"

Zhao Shi is extremely sincere: "No."

Mingzhu is very strange: "Then why do you always cough?"

Zhao Shi casually said nonsense: "It may hurt the roots."

Mingzhu wondered: "Really?"

Zhao Shi couldn't help kissing her, and said nonsense, "Yes, that knife hit the point."

He held her face and blocked what she wanted to say next: "Okay, OK, let me kiss you again."

After that day, Mingzhu personally stared at him every day to drink the medicine, and after a few days of observation, he did not find any tricks.

Zhao Shi couldn't pretend to be sick for too long. He chose a suitable day and took Mingzhu around outside the palace.

The capital was just such a big place, and I ran into acquaintances just around the corner.

Wei Chiyu just came out of the academy, still holding a stack of books in his arms.

Mingzhu was afraid that Zhao Zhi would be ill again after seeing Wei Chiyu, so she hurriedly pulled his sleeve and said that she wanted to go back.

Zhao Shi held her thin wrist backhand and smiled brightly at Wei Chi Yu: "Master Wei."

Wei Chi overtook a salute: "His Royal Highness."

However, they greeted each other and left.

Zhao Shi squeezed her ten fingers and said, "I know you have seen it before."

Mingzhu thought that Zhao Shi's jealousy would be inexplicable again, but unexpectedly he didn't say anything.

Zhao Shi even knew that Wei Chiyu had hugged her at the entrance of the alley. If it had been before, he would definitely have a big temper again.

What Zhao Shi is most afraid of now is that there is no such person in her eyes, and she will no longer have any feelings for him, whether it is love or hate, it will disappear.

Zhao Shi hugged her into the carriage, and after swaying for a while, the man's clear glass eyes fixedly looked at her, and said softly to cut through the silent twilight: "Zhuzhu."

Mingzhu turned her face and looked at the sky outside the car window.

Zhao Shi swallowed what he had originally wanted to say, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "If you are tired, go to sleep."

I want to say that I like her, but I am afraid that it is too cheap to say that I like her.

It's better to say than to do, for ten or eight years, she can always warm her heart.

Now it doesn't matter how many old feelings she has left for Wei Chiyu.

Zhao Shi knew that she had him in her heart, and that was enough.