After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingru was choked by her words, and was somewhat uncomfortable when she was pierced by her face to think carefully. After a moment of stunned, she said without changing her expression: "I am kindly reminding you."

Mingzhu took a sip of the scented tea, and the taste returned to sweetness. She said, "No need."

There was some unspeakable irritation in Mingru's heart. This stupid and deceiving concubine seemed to have grown a little brain, and she was not fooled by her.

If Mingzhu was really stupid and went to the palace of the Prince to plead with Wei Chiyu, the anger of the Prince would only grow stronger. Perhaps he would kill Wei Chiyu himself in his anger, and Mingzhu would never forget his old lover, one of the two. The gap between them is getting bigger.

Spring has begun and the weather is sunny. The spring breeze by the lake swept across Mingru's face with a chill, barely lowering the anger in her heart.

Mingru swept over her with a scrutinizing gaze. She didn't seem to lose much weight. She didn't suffer much during the half-month when she wanted to see the sun. His Royal Highness's tolerance for her is really high. Change to be someone else and escape from the concubine's room. How can you have a good life afterwards?

The breeze blows, and the hem of the aqua-blue layered skirt sways with the wind. Elegant fairy spirit. The girl wears a white jade hairpin on her hair bun, the jade is clear and delicate, and the temperament is outstanding.

In the pavilion, shelter from the shade. The complexion of Mingzhu is very well lined, reflecting like a peach blossom, white and pink, palm-sized face, delicate and beautiful, red eyes hooked with a thin and charming face.

Mingru has not been used to seeing her attractive face since she is sensible. When she was a child, Mingzhu was also very cute, a white and soft little dumpling, very inviting. Before her mother passed away, her father loved Mingzhu more.

Mingru took a deep breath and took a step back: "I shouldn't have said these things before you."

Mingzhu absent-mindedly said.

"Sister Mingru doesn't have to go to the embroidery workshop this afternoon?" The second lady of Liu's family smiled, covering her mouth, and suddenly said.

Ms. Liu Er is a close friend of Mingru's boudoir, and she always wants to speak for her.

Mingzhu didn't fail to hear what she meant. She raised her head to see what they wanted to say.

Mingru smiled slightly, "It's still early, let's go after lunch."

She lowered her face and seemed a little embarrassed, "You have to go with me."

All the little girls all followed her and laughed, "Of course I went to have a look. This is the wedding gown you want to wear when you get married, and the details can't be careless."

After saying this with a smile, the second sister Liu Xiao turned her gaze to Mingzhu, with a mocking smile in her eyes. She did not calmly say, "Mingzhu girl, come with us too, and finally come out again. , I don’t know when we meet next time."

In fact, Mingru's wedding date is still early, and the wedding date is set for this winter, and there will be at least half a year when it is full. But Mingru seemed impatient.

Marrying a concubine and taking a concubine are of course different. The concubine only needs to lift a small sedan chair to send people through the door.

Marrying a side concubine requires three books and six ceremonies.

Miss Liu Er looked at Mingzhu not pleasing to the eye. On the one hand, she wanted to vent her anger for her close friend. Seeing Mingzhu ignored her, she couldn't stand the anger, so she said, "Mingzhu girl didn’t get married. I don’t have a chance to wear it after I want to come. It’s good to be able to go and have a look today."

They thought that talking about this would hurt Mingzhu's heart, waiting for her sad and lonely expression.

Mingzhu's reaction was dull, and she counterattacked painlessly, "His Royal Highness asked me to go back earlier."

Although Mingzhu has not worn wedding dresses in her two lifetimes, she really has no obsession with wearing wedding dresses to get married.

And Zhao Shi asked her maid to bring her a message when she went out this morning, and she had to come back before sunset.

Mingru's face was stiff. She is showing off how spoiled she is again?

Miss Liu Er paused, then laughed, "Could it be that you are jealous of your sister?"

It seemed like a joke, but it was still aimed at her.

Mingzhu lazily raised her eyelids and refused to give them a chance to read the jokes. She plausibly said: "Your Highness is clinging, if I go back late, he will punish me."

Sure enough, they changed their faces one after another when they heard her say this.

Mingru stood up and forced a smile on her face, "If that's the case, that's it."

She lightly lifted her red lips and whispered word by word, "On the day of the wedding, you can still see it."

Mingru felt comfortable after speaking, but her eyes were still cold when she looked at Mingzhu.

Does Mingzhu think that she can rely on this face and figure to spoil her for a lifetime? She is really stupid, and His Royal Highness treats her on a whim and treats her as a plaything.

What about taking a fiancee? This is not because of how deeply loved.

It's just that His Royal Highness can easily get everything he wants since childhood, including her.

His Royal Highness knew better than anyone else what the person he was going to marry should be like.

Mingru felt more comfortable thinking this way.

Mingzhu wanted to laugh when she heard it. At that time, she should have ran away long ago, maybe they all thought she was dead.

Mingzhu was silent, and Mingru felt boring. After a while, she said, "I'm a little hungry. Let's go back to the city and go to the restaurant for a meal."

"Let's go." The others replied.

Mingzhu didn't plan to be with them, she said: "I have something to do, so I won't be with you."

"What can you do?" Miss Liu Er asked with a sneer.

Mingzhu choked back and said, "I'm going to buy beautiful clothes to wear."

After Mingzhu finished speaking, she left. After getting in the carriage, she asked the coachman to go around on the street. She didn't really want to buy clothes and jewelry, and she didn't have any money.

She just wanted to come out and breathe.

By coincidence, Mingzhu lifted the curtain of the car, peeked out of her head, paused for a while, and stopped on the man on the opposite side.

Today, Wei Chiyu also wore aqua blue and straight embellishments, standing squarely, holding the hawthorn cake he just bought in his hand, and bumping into his dreamy eyes on the opposite side, his expression unnatural, and his thumb curled up uncomfortably. . He backed his hand and hid the hawthorn cake in his hand behind him.

Mingzhu saw that he was okay, relieved. Her eyes were red, she lowered the curtain, and said dumbly to the driver: "Go back."

"Yes."

Wei Chiyu stood there for a long time, and it was not until his colleague patted him on the shoulder that he recovered.

"What are you looking at?"

"nothing."

It was a little strange to his colleagues that he looked desperate, and what made him even more strange was that Master Wei liked to eat hawthorn cake that only a little girl ate, and he had to make a detour to buy it every day when he went down the street.

The colleague smiled, and said jokingly: "Master Wei bought this for the teacher's daughter, right?"

Wei Chiyu shook his head, "No."

My colleagues did not believe it, "I understand."

With a face full of people's expressions, he hooked his shoulders, smiled and said to him: "My wife used to eat these cakes too. In order to please her, I would come to line up every day before dawn."

As he said, he shook his head again, "I have been married to my wife for decades, and old couples and old wives are not as sweet as your young people."

Wei Chiyu silently pushed away his hand, and stubbornly explained: "My teacher's daughter and I are not in the kind of relationship you think. Don't ruin her reputation."

"Aren't you married? You don't have to pretend to be so serious." The colleague Yuzai Yuzai shook the fan: "When your fiancé passes the door, I see if you will be as incomprehensible as you are now."

Wei Chiyu was silent, and said nothing more.

He still has to retire this marriage.

The hawthorn cake in his hand felt cold. He regretted that she was such a greedy person, he should have taken a step forward and sent her over.

This is...

I bought it for her.

Wei Chiyu squeezed his fingers, turned around, and walked back home slowly.

Sitting in the sedan chair, Mingzhu felt so sad every time she saw Wei Chiyu.

Back at the mansion, Mingzhu grabbed Biying's arm and pleaded a little in her eyes, "Don't tell the prince what I ran into Wei Chiyu today."

Biying nodded hard, "Okay."

But she didn't say it, someone else wanted to say it.

Mingzhu sat in front of the mirror, took off the golden hairpin on her hair bun, and after washing her face, she was as clear and beautiful as a lotus flower in water. It's just that there is some redness around her eyes, she is naturally a little squeamish, she will swell when she shed two tears, and it is easy to be seen.

Mingzhu covered it with powder, for fear that Zhao Shi would see that she had cried. She was not good at lying, and it was not easy to explain.

Mingzhu had just been taken captive by Zhao Shi into the mansion, and she was not too afraid of him. Later, Zhao Shi personally plucked out the spikes one by one. It was really painful, and his temper gradually softened.

Mingzhu lay on the table and wondered with some annoyance, why she always dreamed of Zhao Shi in her dreams, but never dreamed of Wei Chiyu, and she didn't know if he would live well in the future.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhi's in his dream seemed very lonely. Maybe it's because of the cold from the heights, that even the back looks so lonely.

Zhao Shi entered her house after dark. He had just dealt with a group of corrupt officials in the court this morning. After leaving the palace, he was busy for another afternoon and was a little tired.

He sat down and beckoned to Mingzhu, "Come here and rub my shoulders for me."

Mingzhu walked over with his eyes down, deliberately increasing the strength of his hands, kneading his shoulders.

It didn't take long for her wrists to feel a little sore.

Zhao Shi didn't embarrass her. He hugged someone on his lap, hugged her quietly, put his chin on her neck, said nothing, closed his eyes and calmed down.

Zhao Shi had enough rest and opened his eyes again, pinched her chin with his fingers wrapped in chills, his eyes gloomy, and looked at her face.

The man's gaze stopped at the end of her red eyes, and he gently rubbed his fingertips, "What's wrong with the eyes?"

Mingzhu stretched her thin back and flinched, "It's windy today, it's blowing."

Zhao Shi's other hand was still holding her wrist domineeringly, clasping it very hard, his low voice overflowed with an um, "Red."

Then he asked casually: "Have you cried?"

Mingzhu didn't dare to admit, "No."

She was held by him and didn't dare to move.

Mingzhu's body was stiff, she was too close, she seemed to smell a very light rouge on him.

It is the fragrance of pear blossoms.

Mingzhu secretly thought, it's great that Zhao Shi finally has a new love.