After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu answered her honestly, but Zhao Xin was stunned, with a slightly shocked expression. She thought that Mingzhu had a little affection for her brother.

The woman who usually wants to pounce on her brother is like a crucian carp.

And her brother is very gentle when he doesn't lose his temper.

Zhao Xin looked at her twice, a little reluctant to look away from her face. It was really beautiful. Although she looked bright and bright, her eyebrows were purer than water. She swallowed her throat, lowered her voice, and asked, "Are you still unable to forget Master Wei?"

In addition, Zhao Xin couldn't think of a reason for this for the time being.

Her brother should be nice to Mingzhu.

The degree of eating and wearing is very particular.

Mingzhu was quiet for a while, and did not answer.

Zhao Xin apologized to her, "I shouldn't mention this, don't mind."

"It's okay." Mingzhu picked up the teapot and asked by the way: "Do you drink scented tea?"

Zhao Xin is not thirsty now, but when she meets her gentle eyes, he can't say anything to refuse: "Drink."

Mingzhu poured her a cup of scented tea, quietly, and continued to work on the needlework in her hands.

Zhao Xin picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was scented and delicious. She looked at the girl sitting opposite, and she liked it more and more.

It's clean like a piece of white paper. It also feels like a spring breeze, clear and clear.

Her brother was so willing to hide such a good person in the backyard. It was really wrong for her to give her only the name of a concubine.

Zhao Xin put his chin in his hands and stared at her intently, "You are so beautiful."

Mingzhu blushed. I don't know if it was because of the sun or because of her straightforward compliment. She raised her face and looked at her earnestly, "You are also very beautiful."

Zhao Xin waved his hand, "They all despise me, saying that I am too fat and look like a child."

Mingzhu paused, her voice soft, she said, "Not fat, just right, very cute."

Zhao Xin likes to hear others praise her. The tail that does not exist behind him rises up. She can't bear the loneliness, and she can't help it with her eyes gurgling around twice, and finally asks: "You really don't like the prince." Don't you need to be shy, I will keep it secret for you."

Her brother is also one of the best handsome men in Beijing.

Mingzhu cut the thread on the sole with scissors, then shook her head, saying coldly, "Well, really."

Zhao Xin sat back in disappointment. She thought to herself that it would be difficult to live with a man she didn't like.

But Zhao Xin couldn't help her.

Her brother is extremely domineering.

No one can intervene in his affairs or interfere with his decisions.

Those who want it must succeed.

Zhao Xin sighed for a long time, "You can try to like him."

If you can't resist! It's better to try to compromise.

Mingzhu smiled at her and said nothing else. She liked him too, didn't she tell him to kill.

The sunset gradually came to an end, and the temperature was no better than noon.

Zhao Xin reluctantly said goodbye to her, and before leaving, he said that he would come to look for her tomorrow.

Mingzhu feels that she should be very young, innocent and lively.

Zhao Xin ran out of the yard like a gust of wind, rushed across the threshold, and then rushed to a halt. He turned his face to look at the man, and whispered, "Brother, when did you come? Why didn't you go in?"

Zhao Shi glanced at her coldly, and said: "Just arrived."

Zhao Xin was relieved, but fortunately, her brother didn't hear anything, otherwise he would really die.

There was no emotion in Zhao Shi's eyes, "Let's go."

Zhao Xin was a little strange, and pointed his hand to the yard, "Aren't you going in?"

Zhao Shi's eyes didn't even look inside, "I'm here to find you."

Zhao Xin muttered, "What are you doing with me?"

As long as she doesn't cause trouble, her brother never asks her.

Zhao Shi winked at the maid beside her and asked to take her to her house.

If Zhao Xin wasn't because he wanted to see the Pearl, he shouldn't come to live in the prince's house, which is more icy and well-regulated. She would have to go back to the palace for seven days at most.

Passing through a veranda, and then detouring a path full of cobblestones, we arrived at the room where Zhao Shirang's maid helped her tidy up.

She seemed to occupy the residence of the future princess.

Zhao Xin didn't hold back, and said, "Why don't you change the room?"

Zhao Shi smiled, "How can I be wronged by your precious princess."

Zhao Xin's face changed, knowing that his brother was mocking her for being a delicate matter.

"Don't feel wronged, I can sleep with Zhuzhu."

Soft and fragrant, it must be very comfortable to hug and sleep.

Zhao Zhimei's eyes were cold, "Don't even think about it."

Zhao Xin knew that he would not agree, and sat on the chair with anger and sulking. She asked, "Brother, why don't you marry her?"

He has a soft temper and looks good.

Isn't it good to marry home and be a baby?

Zhao Shi said, "You don't care about my affairs."

Zhao Xin was a bit fierce, but he was still more or less unconvinced in his heart. He didn't dare to speak too loudly, "It deserves Zhuzhu not to like you."

Zhao Shi crossed his eyes coldly, raised his eyebrows, "Speak louder."

Zhao Xin closed his mouth, turned his back and ignored him.

After Zhao Shi settled down, she also left here.

...

Mingzhu felt a little hungry after receiving the two pairs of shoe soles. After she lifted her face from the candlelight and looked out the window, she realized that it was already dark.

She thought that Zhao Shi might stay in the round-faced girl's room for the night tonight, and the man still came here while eating.

Dressed in black, he entered the room with the coldness of the night.

When Mingzhu's fingertips touched the corner of his clothes, they were all shrunk by the ice, "Have you eaten?"

Zhao Shihui: "No."

The room was quiet, brightly lit by candlelight. In the porcelain jade vase on the window sill, there are magnolia branches that the pearl folded this morning, filled with a faint fragrance.

Mingzhu had dinner with him and said nothing.

She didn't eat much. After the meal was taken down, she secretly ate a few rose cakes while Zhao Shi was washing.

After bathing, Zhao Shi changed his clothes and walked out. His thick black eyelashes were dotted with clammy water, illuminating his jade-white skin, and his thin lips were slightly pursed. He walked slowly to her and took a deep look at her. Ran Yuxin asked, "Did you eat it again?"

Mingzhu opened her round eyes and shook her head, "No."

The man's eyebrows gradually stretched after the cold night, and his mood seemed a little better. He stretched out his fingertips and wiped the corners of her mouth, "None of them were wiped clean."

Mingzhu's ears were hot and hot, and she lowered her face, "If you don't eat it, you will break it."

Zhao Shi didn't say anything, and the smile that had just floated gradually dissipated, returning to his usual indifferent and flat appearance.

Mingzhu only thought that his recent boredom was due to the bad things in the court, and she didn't want to be in trouble, so she stayed quietly and did her own thing.

Zhao Shi didn't seem to plan to let her go tonight and force her to read and practice calligraphy.

Mingzhu wrote very seriously at first, half an hour later, with a sore wrist, she whispered to him that she wanted to take a break.

Zhao Shi asked her to write one more handwriting before she was willing to let her rest for a while.

Mingzhu bowed her head and focused on finishing a poem.

Zhao Shi picked it up and laughed blankly after reading it carefully, "It's a level to be able to write like you."

Mingzhu could hear his joking and felt annoyed. She was not ashamed at this time. She just said: "I just write ugly, and I don't make a living by selling words."

Zhao Shi folded her paper, "I didn't say that your writing is ugly tonight."

He took advantage of the trend and covered her hand, close to her ears, his voice was low and magnetic, "You hold the pen in the wrong posture, and the pen is not strong enough. You can take shape after a few more days of practice."

Her back was against the man's chest, her ears were soft and numb, and her head was a little dizzy.

It's too close.

Mingzhu has no interest in practicing calligraphy. She has no talent in reading and writing poetry. I don't know why Zhao Shi always strives to cultivate her into a talented girl with unparalleled poetry?

She is only interested in manual work.

Mingzhu turned around, her eyes were wet, and the color of her pupils became a faint glaze under the light. She looked at him and asked softly, "Can I stop writing? My hands hurt."

Zhao Shi was silent for a long while, covering her eyes with his hands, so that two words could not go around his mouth.

Mingzhu broke off his fingers and looked at him without blinking while raising his neck. With some pleading and flattery, his cold heart suddenly softened.

"Forget it, practice again tomorrow."

Mingzhu twisted her temper and murmured, "I won't practice tomorrow."

Zhao Shi heard it only as if he hadn't heard. A little bit funny, I can see that she really doesn't like writing.

The red candle lit in the room burned all night, and the light gradually dimmed.

Mingzhu crawled into bed after bathing. She was used to sleeping in it, pretending to sleep with her quilt and her eyes closed.

Not long after, Zhao Shi lay down on her side, put a hand on her thin shoulder, turned the person around, and breathed slightly, "How well is your body?"

Mingzhu wants to lie to him but dare not lie to him.

Zhao Shi's fingers had reached her waist, and the fingers were gently pulled, and the belt was loosely rolled aside. The man pressed her wrist and buckled it on the pillow. His dark eyes were unfathomable and he stared at her quietly for a while.

Then freed a hand, tied her eye with her belt and tied a loose knot.

Mingzhu's eyes were blocked by the belt, and there was pitch black before her eyes, and she couldn't see anything.

She flinched even harder, her senses were magnified several times, and she negotiated with him in a good voice, "Don't cover my eyes, I'm afraid."

The sound is soft and waxy, like a small glutinous rice dumpling that will be exposed when you pinch it.

Zhao Shi couldn't see these eyes, and didn't even want to listen to her at this time.

Once you hit these eyes, you must remember the words she said to Zhao Xin.

Plain, but it really comes from the heart.

Zhao Shi kissed her eyebrows and eyes, and then a cold kiss fell on the woman's white collarbone.

He pressed her wrist tightly against the soft pillow, his eyes darkened, and the tips of his teeth pierced the delicate skin on the back of her neck when he lost control.

Mingzhu said it hurts.

The madness in Zhao Shi's eyes ebbed, rubbing her head comfortingly, "I'm sorry."

The red candle warms the tent, almost till dawn.

Mingzhu hadn't been so tired for a long time, no one disturbed her sleep, let her sleep till the afternoon.

She woke up hungry.

Biying smiled since she woke up, and when she washed up, the maids brought the prepared meals into the house.

Mingzhu drank the porridge, and suddenly remembered an important thing, "I haven't taken the medicine yet."

Biying said: "His Royal Highness said that the girl doesn't have to drink avoiding soup anymore."

He said that she didn't take it seriously.

Mingzhu felt that this was not possible, she put down the spoon and looked up at Biying, "You ask them to cook a bowl for me, secretly, don't tell the prince."

She went to Jiangnan and still wanted to marry a good man.

She doesn't want to be pregnant with Zhao Shi's child.