After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu was stunned for a moment. The days when Zhao Shi was drunk were really rare.

The people outside urged tightly. Mingzhu took a deep breath and opened the door. She stood curledly under the lantern, and the candlelight reflected her white face.

The attendant walked ahead with the lamp, and respectfully guided her to Zhao Shi's bedroom.

The attendant said a few more words: "His Royal Highness is in such a good mood, so he drank a few more glasses."

He was originally a person who doesn't drink much alcohol and keeps himself clean. Tonight's banquet, no matter which adult came to toast, His Royal Highness never rejected it.

The attendants did not expect that His Royal Highness would be so happy to accept a concubine, and the spring breeze was as proud of a wedding night.

Mingzhu didn't see how happy Zhao Shi was. Aren't they all with that cold and indifferent expression?

Mingzhu stretched out her small hand and gently pushed open the door. Only two light oil lamps were lit in the room. The wick seemed to be about to burn to the candlestick, and the light was dim.

Mingzhu raised his eyes and looked at the man beside the bed. He was wearing a woven gold and black gown. His jade-like transparent face was faintly illuminating a bit of thin red, and his usual dignified and square eyebrows were also haunting a faint smell of alcohol.

Zhao Shi slowly raised his eyes, his black eyes were bottomless, and he couldn't tell whether he was drunk or awake at this time. He waved to her with a very soft voice, "Zhuzhu."

Mingzhu's heart shrank, and the sound was really gentle.

She squeezed the kerchief in her hand, walked slowly in front of him, and looked down at him.

Zhao Shi raised his eyes, and his dark eyes looked at her quietly. After being quiet for a while, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward slightly.

Mingzhu was forced to sit sideways next to him, her body tight and she did not dare to relax.

Zhao Shi's eyebrows seemed to be completely stretched out, and a rare tenderness was reflected under the dim candlelight. He curled his lips and smiled. This smile is also extremely gentle. He stretched out his finger and touched her face, and called her by her nickname, as if he was not tired of it: "Zhuzhu."

Mingzhu shivered coldly by the coolness of his fingertips, a little nervous and puzzled.

Zhao Shi's expression changed, and his eyes became apologetic. He frowned, and he seemed to be guilty of himself, "I'm sorry."

He looked into her eyes and asked in a low voice, "Is it cold enough for you?"

Mingzhu felt strange and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that Zhao Shi was really drunk, and even talked a lot.

He usually doesn't talk much.

When the man speaks, his breath is warm, with a light drink.

Mingzhu nodded, "Yes."

Mingzhu discovered that Zhao Shi was a little different from his usual when he was drunk. The posture of the whole person seemed to be relaxed a lot, not as cold and distant as usual. The cold aura on his body was almost melted away and became abnormal. Kind and warm.

She was breathless by his gaze, she stood up and said, "I'll pour you a glass of water."

Zhao Shi didn't stop her either, so he obediently hummed.

The water in the teacup has long since cooled down. Mingzhu didn't let anyone come in for a change. He poured half a cup of cold water, walked over slowly, and handed him the cup.

Zhao Shi seemed to be drunk, and he was always hazy in front of him. He couldn't see clearly, and he almost didn't hold the tea cup she handed over.

A cup of cold water entered his throat, and he didn't say anything, and after drinking it, he returned the teacup to her.

Mingzhu thought he wanted to drink again, so she went and handed him another cup.

Zhao Shi still had no reaction, raised his head and drank everything.

Mingzhu had a headache, "Do you want more?"

Zhao Shi shook his head, "I'm not thirsty anymore."

Mingzhu has never taken care of a drunk person. She didn't know what to do with him for a while. After thinking about it, she said, "Or you sleep?"

Zhao Shi looked at her motionlessly, still shook his head.

He still seemed to want to reach out to touch her, but he seemed to be afraid that his palm was too cold, so he retracted again after falling in the air.

His voice was very peaceful, and it sounded a little unnoticeable grievance, "Did you forget?"

Mingzhu lowered her face, "Forgot what?"

"Today is my birthday, and it will pass soon."

Mingzhu almost forgot, but on the way here, she suddenly remembered.

Today is indeed Zhao Shi's birthday.

She was a little surprised that he had never been in the palace.

Mingzhu stared at her toes and did not meet his eyes directly. She said, "Well, I forgot."

Mingzhu knew that although Zhao Shi didn't say anything, when he celebrated his birthday every year, he was indeed happier than usual.

Just keep quiet.

Speaking of his birthday, Mingzhu feels a little stunned. She always dreams, intermittently dreaming about the events of the previous life.

His Royal Highness the prince in the dream never had his birthday.

There are no ceremonies, no banquets, and even the New Year's house is deserted.

He doesn't have a happy event, so that other people in the capital don't dare to celebrate with much fanfare, so he can only covertly and perfunctorily.

The more Mingzhu looks at it, the more he feels that his life is too boring. What is the meaning of the walking dead? The face of a dead man was so stubborn all day that he never smiled again.

The tingling of the fingertips made Mingzhu regain his senses. The man lowered his face, his frowning eyebrows hidden a bit of sadness. After a while, he raised his face again, looked at her and said, "Then you have to remember next year."

Mingzhu only dared to say a few truthful words when he was so bullied, "I won't remember next year."

Despite the small voice, Zhao Shi heard it.

He asked: "Why?"

Mingzhu turned off the subject, "Go to sleep."

Zhao Shi lazily snorted. He looked gentle and gentle under the light, without any attacking power, and no frightening sharpness. He said, "I haven't bathed yet."

Mingzhu doesn't help him bathe and change clothes.

"I let the maid come in."

Zhao Shi held her hand and held it.

Mingzhu earned, but did not break away.

Zhao Shi looked at her and said, "Don't run."

Why is he drunk or so afraid of her running away? Mingzhu was silent.

Zhao Shi clasped her hands, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and asked in confusion, "Why do you always run?"

Mingzhu felt that he should not remember anything after he was sober, so he became more courageous, and said the truth, "Because of me, I don't like you."

I liked it in my previous life.

I don't like it anymore in this life.

No matter how she was, it was impossible for her to like someone who would kill herself.

Zhao Shi's expression froze slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared. After a while, he said, "I know."

Mingzhu didn't hold back, "You should let me go if you know. I think you are very considerate to others."

Very sensible.

However, Zhao Shi suddenly talked to her about what happened next to her, "My mother used to hope that I could marry a woman she really loves."

However, Zhao Shi was hard to be tempted.

After a few times, his mother stopped asking for it.

Even Zhao Shi himself is not too concerned about these things, just marry a girl who is knowledgeable and reasonable.

Later, his father told him that it is best not to have weaknesses in a person's life.

He is the prince, and the burden on his shoulders is heavy.

He has no chance of making a mistake.

Mingzhu did not speak.

Zhao Shi didn't intend to continue talking.

He should be a little sleepy, leaning on the edge of the bed quietly and closing his eyes.

Mingzhu wanted to let the maid come in to help him fetch water and wash his face, but this person fell asleep and clasped her wrist very hard.

Mingzhu couldn't pull it away, she was weakly frustrated, stretched out her fingertips and slammed his waist, childishly venting her anger.

Zhao Shi woke up dry in the middle of the night, and opened his eyes to see the woman sleeping next to him, her hair a little messy, and her sleep a little restless.

He had a terrible headache. He sat up, opened the quilt, got out of the bed with a gentle motion, poured himself a glass of water, and suppressed the dryness in his throat.

The sky has begun to appear white, and it is about to dawn.

Zhao Zhi smelled his clothes, and there was still a lingering alcohol. He frowned and went to the cubicle to take a shower and change his clothes.

He changed to a set of lake green straight embellishments, fresh and clean.

Zhao Shi called the attendant and asked, "You called her yesterday?"

The attendant was shocked and said, "You must be the Pearl girl."

Zhao Zhitou was still in pain, and some pictures were not remembered very clearly, but he had never said that he still had memories.

Zhao Shi lowered his head and glanced at him coldly, "Be quiet."

The attendant had a cold sweat on his forehead, "Yes, yes."

"Go out."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Zhao Shijing sat quietly by the window, some memories of last night slowly returning to his mind.

He has a good memory. What he said to Mingzhu last night, even if he thinks back a little bit.

The little girl kept her face down, and said the phrase "Because I don't like you" to him seriously, repeating in his ear.

Zhao Shi squeezed the cup in his hand, and after a while, calmed down, walked to the bed, stared at her for a long while, admitted his fate, sighed, and silently covered her with the quilt.

He thought for a while, and put the peace charm he had prayed for three times in Changtai Mountain more than half a month ago and placed it next to her pillow.

I also don't know if this safety symbol does not work.

It would be good if she could really protect her in peace and longevity.

The news that the prince accepted the fifth lady of the Ming family as a concubine was enthusiastic.

There were many people discussing this matter when the dynasty went down early in the morning. Uncle Ming family was surrounded by his colleagues, and he was embarrassed by the shouts of congratulations.

After exchanging greetings with his colleagues, the uncle Ming family immediately went to flatter his Royal Highness.

He PitianPitian caught up with His Royal Highness's footsteps, and he stopped talking, "His Royal Highness, Mingzhu may not be sensible. I hope you will bear with me in the future."

Zhao Shiman was inattentive and didn't listen at all.

Uncle Ming family raised the matter with a cheeky, "His Royal Highness, Mingzhu has been close to his third uncle since he was a child, look at him..."

The words are not halfway through.

Zhao Shi smiled softly, "Get close?"

Uncle Ming family nodded under tremendous pressure in order to restore his younger brother to be an officer, "Yes."

Zhao Shi didn't bother to play with him, so he smashed his lie directly, "I don't need to say more about her life in Ming's house."

The uncle Ming family was speechless at once, looking at the back of His Royal Highness, thinking bitterly, he had to wait for the concubine of the family to pass the door and become a concubine, so that he could go to the Prince's pillow and blow ears.

Mingzhu's dead girl is unreliable.

His Royal Highness is anxious to return home, of course there are important things to do.

He was drunk last night and lost his manners.

Zhao Shi wanted to catch Mingzhu to her side and force her to give herself a birthday gift.

After a year of rainy night, didn't she want to give Wei Chiyu her birthday gift with tears in her eyes?

He drank too much last night so he can handle it, and he won't be fooled if he is sober.