After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

The light and shadow of the evening rushed over with the wind, and when the cold wind blew, the half-squinted eyes of the pearl sitting on the swing and basking in the sun slowly opened.

She lowered her eyelids, her voice was gentle and gentle, "That's fine too."

Biying didn't hear clearly, she stood beside her and asked softly: "Girl, what did you say?"

Mingzhu shook her head, looked over the eaves and looked into the distance, her hand tightened on the swing rope, "Nothing."

Mingzhu doesn't want children in her life, although she doesn't know why Zhao Shi thinks so, but it doesn't matter. It would be a good thing for her if he wanted to dry her for a few days and sharpen her heart.

This white wall and red tiles trapped her for half a lifetime.

Mingzhu's understanding of Zhao Shi is superficial, and she and Zhao Shi haven't said much in her previous life. This man is calm and introverted, restrained, cold-hearted, and will never allow himself to indulge in something or someone. It's almost inhumane and cruel. Maybe, as Biying said, Zhao Shi also mistakenly thought that she was arrogant and wanted a child. In addition, he came to Wangyue Pavilion for two consecutive days and wanted to chill her so that she could clear up her mind.

Mingzhu's mind doesn't need to be blown by the cold wind, but also very clear.

The sun gradually set, and the eaves were covered with snow, and a few magpies that had not had time to go south stood on the eaves, twittering.

After another three days, His Royal Highness still did not come to Wangyue Pavilion. Counting days, they have not seen His Royal Highness for half a month.

The maids in the outer courtyard talked privately, feeling that the girl Mingzhu had fallen out of favor.

Israel can't serve people for long. How about being beautiful? Do not go on the countertop. In the past, I felt that His Royal Highness only pet the girl, the love in his bones, now I think about it carefully, I can't stand scrutiny, if I really like it, I won't even give up the status of a concubine and raise it in a remote courtyard. Thinking about it is nothing more than a vent/desire thing.

Biying watched the girl Mingzhu still live in a chic and comfortable life, and her heart was anxious, "Girl, otherwise you can be soft with your Highness."

This morning she also heard the rumors and rhetoric of those in the front yard, and she was furious.

There was a charcoal fire in the room, and Mingzhu had only a thin coat on her body. She sat at the window with a good contentedness, holding a book in her hand, and slowly turning the pages with her fingers, "I don’t want to eat tonight, just eat two sweet cakes. Enough to cushion your stomach."

Biying sighed sadly while playing the piano to the cow.

She felt that the girl Mingzhu had never suffered. This year, she was taken care of by the crown prince, Jinwu, and she was raised so well. She didn't know how sad her life would be after she fell out of favor. It was only half a month, and I heard the ridicule that I couldn't hear before.

"Girl, listen to my advice..."

Mingzhu stretched out on the futon, "sleepy."

Biying knew that she didn't want to listen, and knew that it would be useless to say more, so she sighed, "The slave and maid will help you prepare cakes."

Mingzhu smiled at her, "Go ahead."

Mingzhu opened the wooden window, blew the cold wind, and squinted comfortably. In the days when Zhao Shi didn't come, he didn't need to be controlled by others, and he didn't need to look at his face carefully to protect himself, and he was as happy as a god.

Biying quickly brought the rice cakes made in the small kitchen, and also made a pot of rose tea, and the rich fragrance pours into the tip of her nose.

Mingzhu ate two cakes to fill her stomach and continued to read the script. After reading the folk tales, it was time to fall asleep. She took off her shoes and got into the bed. Before closing her eyes, she did not forget to let Biying blow out the candles.

There is no need to leave a lamp for Zhao Shi, if he deliberately neglected her, he would not come over recently.

Mingzhu curled up and slept in it, accompanied by the sandalwood in the incense burner, and it didn't take long for her to slowly fall into a dream.

She had a dream.

Mingzhu's ears were cluttered with unintelligible words. There seemed to be a lot of people kneeling before her eyes. At a glance, she recognized the woman who was crawling on the ground and trembling, she was the mother who forcibly poured poison/alcohol into her mouth.

The mother was shaking all over, with cold sweat on her forehead, her expression grim and pale, and regretful tears flowed down her wrinkled face.

Mingzhu feels strange and refreshed at the same time. It is really a dream, and the dream is full of pictures of her own revenge.

The mother kept begging for mercy, her words slurred in fear, Mingzhu walked a few steps forward and couldn't understand what she said. Gradually, she couldn't even see the picture before her.

She seems to have changed a place, and the place where she enters the eye is full of white husks.

Mingzhu was scared to wake up from the dream by this terrifying picture, her thin shirt was soaked in cold sweat, she sat up half holding the quilt, breathing heavily, and it took a while to relieve herself.

Biying heard the voice and quickly walked in. Seeing her pale face, she asked, "Girl, are you having a nightmare?"

Mingzhu shook her head and nodded, "Biying, I want to light up and sleep."

"Yes."

Biying lighted two red candles again before retreating from the room.

Fortunately, I didn't dream again in the middle of the night after Mingzhu, and slept soundly until dawn. I heard that the red plum blossoms in the back garden were blooming and I was going to see the plum blossoms.

There was another heavy snow last night. The cold wind was fierce. Biying persuaded her to stay in the room. Mingzhu refused to listen. She put on her jacket and skirt. Find out the cloak in the box and tie it to her body. The pure color cloak and the hat are a circle of snow white. The fluffy fox fur, half of his face hidden in the furry collar, looks petite and cute.

Mingzhu stepped on a pair of small red boots on her feet and covered her warm bag with her hands. She was very excited when she opened the door. She asked Biying: "Can plum blossoms be used to make pastries?"

Biying didn't know what to say, the girl Mingzhu was so heartbroken, she was not sad at all, she only cared about what she was eating every day.

"The slave and maid don't know either."

Although Mingzhu hadn't had a good life in Ming's house before, her body was a bit squeamish. As soon as she went out, her delicate face was stung by the cold wind.

Mingzhu shrank her neck, taking every step of her steps on the snow with caution.

In the back garden, the red plum blossoms in full bloom are so beautiful.

Mingzhu stood on tiptoes and leaned to the branch to smell it. When she laughed, there was a small dimple in the corner of her mouth. She said, "It smells good."

Mingzhu folded a branch of plum and discussed with Biying: "Let's fold a few more branches, put them in the vase and put them beside the window pane, okay?"

"good."

She wanted to say something, but she heard footsteps behind her, coming from far to near, stepping on the snow. The man walked up to her in no hurry, blocking her sight.

Mingzhu's heart trembled under the pressure of the familiar aura. He raised his head to look at him. The man wore a black embroidered satin gown with a white jade belt. He was slender and stood tall and straight in the breeze. The long black hair is tied in the jade crown, the appearance is correct, the features are exquisite, the slender eyelashes are covered with thin snow, the eyebrows are picturesque, the nasal bones are heroic, the red lips are bloody, and the whole person is cold and cold. Alienated.

The man stretched out his thin and beautiful fingers, silently slowly tightened her cloak, and lightly patted the snowflakes on her body with his fingers, and asked faintly: "Like to come out and blow the air?"

Mingzhu replied in a low voice: "The plum blossoms are blooming."

I had a dream last night, and I inevitably remembered how I died. I naturally hated the cruel man in front of him, but Mingzhu still felt more fright than resentment.

Zhao Shina is like a gentleman with a simple mind. He did things calmly, using invisible means of murder. When speaking to you in a flat tone, it is not necessarily not angry.

Zhao Shi coldly glanced at the maid next to her, then stretched out her hand to clasp her fingers, and led her back, with a cold voice: "I want to see the plum blossom, let them fold it for you."

Mingzhu wanted to pull his hand out of his palm, but the man tightened it harder.

Mingzhu is a weak woman who can't resist his strength, "I want to come out and breathe."

Zhao Zhi responded indifferently: "Yeah."

In fact, I can't tell whether his tone is cold or not, because he always speaks like this, cold and indifferent, without ups and downs.

Zhao Shi hadn't been here for more than 20 days, and it was not all to cold her, because of the Jiangnan snow disaster, he was so busy for days and nights that he didn't close his eyes, and he really couldn't take care of her.

And Zhao Shi liked to suppress his emotions when he was a child, restraining the two characters from being carved into his bones. You must have a degree in everything you do. If you cross the line, it won’t work.

Mingzhu was led back to Wangyue Pavilion by him, looking at the figure of the man, her eyes were sore, and she was so liking him at that time, he actually killed her like that.

Every time she thinks about it, she feels wronged. Since she was forcibly taken from the Ming family to break up her great marriage, why can't she be kind to her?

Zhao Shi took off his cloak and told the maid: "Go and cook a bowl of **** soup for your girl."

Mengqi

Biying and others immediately went to the kitchen to make arrangements.

Only the two of them were left in the room. Zhao Shi caught a glimpse of the textbook lying on the squishy low table. He picked up one and turned over two pages at random. Then he raised his eyebrows and asked her softly, "I have been watching these days. These scripts?"

He raised a smile of unknown meaning.

Like a sneer, but also like a mockery.

No wonder, when he didn't come, she seemed to live very comfortably, and there was nothing uncomfortable about her. Looking at her ruddy face, she was still fatter.

Okay, really great.

Mingzhu boldly took back the script from him, "I use it to pass the time for fun."

A canary who is locked up often feels lonely. Zhao Shi raised her as a pleasing plaything, and came over when he was free, and left it when he was free. Wouldn't she not allow her to have some fun for herself?

Moreover, every time Zhao Shi came, it was to satisfy her own desires, and toss her in a variety of ways, unlike the dignified and thoughtful Prince Prince in the eyes of outsiders.

Mingzhu finally saw him, she had to endure her upset and begged him in a low voice.

She said: "His Royal Highness, how did you think about the things I mentioned to you last time?"

Zhao Shi asked quietly: "What's the matter?"

Mingzhu gritted her teeth, "The maid I brought from Ming's house."

Zhao Shi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you want to get her back?"

Mingzhu nodded.

Zhao Shi smiled softly, not reaching the bottom of his eyes, just staring at her in silence.

The maid was loyal to Mingzhu, and had a history of taking her away. Zhao Shi had not killed the maid before, and was already soft-hearted.

Seeing his face like frost, Mingzhu took a few steps forward, gently hugged his waist, opened her mouth, and begged softly: "I grew up with her, and your Royal Highness will give her back to me."

Zhao Shi hugged her, his breath was slightly cold, "I think about it."

Mingzhu smelled the familiar musky scent on the man, and said, "I will thank Your Highness first."

Zhao Shiman hummed carelessly, lowered his eyes to look at the girl's round and flushed cheeks, his eyes darkened, and his arms around her tightened secretly.

He suddenly remembered something, and he asked: "Mingru is your aunt?"

Mingzhu was stunned for a few seconds, "It's my sister-in-law."

The spoiled elder sister in the family is also a treasure in the palm of his father. She has been treated as an eyeball since she was a child, and her appearance is extremely famous in the capital.

The sister-in-law is arrogant and a bit arrogant and domineering. Her arrogance is cute in the eyes of others, but she puts great pressure on Mingzhu, an unfavored concubine.

The sister-in-law did not treat her well, and I don't know why she was not pleasing to her eyes. In winter, she was asked to help her wash her clothes. Before dawn, she was asked to call her up and go to the kitchen to make food.

Mingzhu was frightened during that period. Every day, she looked forward to her sister-in-law being able to read more books with the princess in the palace, and less to come back to torture her.

Zhao Shi only asked this sentence, and said nothing else.

Mingzhu couldn't help being curious, "His Royal Highness, why did you ask my sister? Did she come to find me?"

If this is the case, Mingzhu will never remember her previous grudges about her sister-in-law in the future!

Mingzhu still didn't know that Mingru was the candidate for the concubine Zhao Shi's grandmother had selected for him. Zhao Shi met the eldest daughter of the Ming family a few days ago.

Zhao Shi looked at these clean and transparent eyes, pursing the corners of his lips, and said nothing.