After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

The old Dao looked indifferent at all, wearing a patched Dao robe, looked dirty, and said something crazy, just nonsense.

Zhao Shi's kick was so powerful that he kicked over his stall directly, and the charms that exorcated evil spirits and ghosts placed on it were spilled on the ground.

The old man was very distressed, "My son, how can you be so rude?!"

Lao Dao was not afraid of being watched by a man with cold eyes. He picked up the talisman on the ground, held it in his arms, and stared at the woman behind him with squinted eyes, "I don't want money for your wife. , How do you retaliate with grievances?"

Mingzhu felt that Zhao Shi was on the verge of an attack. She hurriedly took his arm and said, "Your Highness, let's go."

The old Dao yelled loudly, "The world's wind is getting worse, the world's wind is getting worse."

He set up his stall again, his eyes returned to Mingzhu, staring straight at her, "I told you this because I had a relationship with you. Poor people, all of them are short-lived."

The short-lived word really hit Zhao Shi's most painful pain point.

Mingzhu hugged his waist tightly before stopping him from continuing to smash the stall, dragging him away from the fortune-telling stall.

Mingzhu got a chill on her back. Did this old Taoist know that she was going to die before saying short-lived words? Or did he see through her life in the past?

But in her previous life, she was indeed a short-lived ghost. Just in his early twenties, he was killed by Zhao Zhici after he had not had a happy day.

Mingzhu returned to her senses and looked up at Zhao Shi's expression. The man's eyes were full of frost, and his eyes were cold and cold. It seems to be angry.

She really didn't expect that Zhao Shi would be so angry, and it was not him who was scolded for short-lived, is he as for? What's more, he doesn't believe in gods and ghosts at all, and he should listen to it as a joke. Why is he serious?

Mingzhu's fingers hurt a bit by him. She endured the pain and said to him in a low voice, "Your Highness, he should be a liar."

Zhao Shi lowered his eyelashes, his shallow pupil color gradually changed in the sunlight, "Yes, he is a liar."

After such a disturbance, Zhao Shi's interest was almost ruined, and patiently accompanied her to visit two rouge shops and bought a few boxes of rouge.

Mingzhu felt that Zhao Shi seemed absent-minded, with an icy face squeezed, and his expression was very serious and cold. She thought to herself that his temperament was really big enough, and she was still sulking because of that **** stick's words.

But that **** stick also doesn't know how to do business. Shouldn't all the magic sticks who come out to bluff and deceive under the name of fortune-telling all say good things? For example: "This son is a purple star descended from the sky, and the future is unlimited", or "The girl was born with a phoenix destiny, and she is destined to be protected by a nobleman" and so on.

It cursed people for a short life when they came up. It's strange to be able to cheat for money. No wonder this **** stick wears so shabbyly at this age.

"His Royal Highness, I bought it."

Zhao Zhimei's heart was aching, and his heart was uncomfortable since just now. He said, "Go back."

Mingzhu saw that he was really impatient, so he obeyed his wishes and nodded, "Okay."

After returning, Mingzhu found that Zhao Shi's purse was still with her. There was a lot of silver left in the bag. She poured out the remaining silver and carefully counted it, which was four hundred taels.

Although it is not enough, it is not too small.

Mingzhu hid the silver in her own small vault, and then called Biying to give her the purse, "You help me return the purse to His Royal Highness."

She put a few pieces of silver in her purse.

"If your Highness asks about the money, he will say that I have almost bought the rouge hairpin."

"good."

Biying carried her purse and went to the study.

Zhao Shi asked her to put things on the table, and Dekong glanced at the almost empty purse bag, straightened the corners of her mouth, and didn't even ask anything.

In this way, Mingzhu was even more relieved. It seemed that Zhao Shi didn't care about this little silver, thinking she had really spent it all.

Zhao Zhi had something in his heart, his eyebrows were knotted, and he couldn't calm down.

He copied the Buddhist scriptures several times in the study, and his mood barely stabilized.

The weather in summer changes as soon as it changes. In the daytime, flames are still hanging in the sky. When it comes to night, it rains again and again. The thunder above his head stunned the birds on the branches.

Hearing the sound of rain, Zhao Shi found a trace of peace.

He opened the door, holding an oil paper umbrella, his boots stepped in the rain, and the splashing water wetted the corners of his clothes.

In the rainy night, even the temperature dropped. But the room was still boring and uncomfortable, and it was humid.

Mingzhu lets people open doors and windows, smelling the fresh bamboo fragrance, and breathe through it.

She originally thought that Zhao Shi would not come tonight. The rain was so heavy that it was like a big hole in the sky.

When Zhao Shi came over, Mingzhu was already ready to sleep. She saw the corners of the man’s soaked clothes and made people come in with hot water, "You can change your clothes first."

The man wore a cyan gown and his figure seemed to be thinner again. He said, "It won't get in the way."

Mingzhu is too lazy to be nosy, he doesn't feel uncomfortable, and she doesn't have to worry about him.

The shining and shaking candlelight fell on her, and Zhao Shi stared at her motionlessly, his eyes were so hot that people had to notice.

He seemed to be willing to see her whole person, scanning over and over again, looking over and over again.

Willow has a thin waist and a slender figure. Although his face was only the size of his palm, his cheeks looked fleshy. This was the flesh that he finally raised her. His complexion was ruddy, and he was not sick.

It doesn't look like a short-lived person at all.

Zhao Shi remembered what the stinky Taoist said again, and there was a gloomy chill between his brows. His beads will surely live a hundred years.

Stay with him for a lifetime.

Zhao Shi's fingertips squeezed her small face with just the right amount of strength, so that she would neither hurt her nor give her a chance to escape herself.

He asked dumbly: "Where is the peace talisman?"

Mingzhu was stunned.

Zhao Shi guessed it as soon as he looked at this expression. The peace symbol he asked for her had probably been taken to some place by her carelessness a long time ago.

Mingzhu had forgotten such a thing a long time ago, and fiddled with him in a panic, "Take it away, I will find it out tomorrow."

She opened her round eyes and asked, "What do you want this for?"

She wasn't sure if she could find it.

Zhao Shi didn't break the lie she told, as he didn't know anything, and gently rubbed her lips with his fingers, "No need to look for it."

Since it is lost, it is useless to find it back.

Zhao Shi said lightly: "I will go to the temple tomorrow and ask for another one."

Mingzhu was a little surprised when she heard the sound of rain outside, and then pointed to the outside of the house, "Should we go to the mountains to burn incense in such a heavy rain?"

The man nodded, "I want to go."

Mingzhu almost asked what was in her heart. When did you start to like burning incense and worshiping Buddha?

She felt incredible.

Zhao Shi couldn't help but squeezed her soft little face with his fingers, "Stay in the temple for a few days."

The last time Mingzhu went to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings was a long time ago. It seems that at that time her marriage with Wei Chiyu had just been settled. She knelt in front of the Bodhisattva and prayed for the marriage to go smoothly.

Unfortunately, the Bodhisattva is not effective at all.

"good."

When the two had finished speaking and were about to go to bed, it was already late.

Mingzhu fell asleep quickly with his face buried, but Zhao Zhi closed his eyes and did not sleep. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl in his arms with complicated eyes. He grabbed the hand on her waist and unconsciously tightened it. a bit.

Zhao Shi himself knew that his thoughts about her became more and more serious.

I can't break it, and I can't bear it. Jiao Didi has been raising her for more than a year, and she doesn't feel tired.

Although she was willing to let her go out, she still didn't want her to see anyone other than herself.

Men can't, and women can't.

Zhao Shi sighed, he was very normal to others, how could he become more and more morbidly possessive in her body.

He gradually fell asleep in the middle of the night and did not sleep well. The dream was intermittent, and the familiar cry in the dream kept tormenting him.

Zhao Shi looked away from the mist in front of him and saw the person who was kneeling on the ground and howling and crying clearly, and his heart shrank sharply. The girl's eyes were red and swollen, and teardrops continued to fall from her eye sockets. Her voice was already crying dumb, and she collapsed on the ground into a pitiful ball.

Zhao Shi closed her eyes and then opened them. What she saw was still an unconventional picture of her being bullied, furious. How could the girl he pampered in the palm of his hand be so bad for others?

He found himself reaching out and couldn't touch her either. I could only watch her fall in front of her, the black blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth, deeply stinging his eyes.

Zhao Shi's whole body was in terrible pain, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears. He looked at this picture in pain, and the sharp tingling from his brain made him awake from his dream.

He woke up in cold sweat, his face was pale, and he felt pain in the back of his head.

It took a long time for Zhao Zhi to draw his soul from the tragic picture in his dream. He paled, looking at the people beside him, and his sinking heart slowed down. His fingers squeezed her tightly, and he told himself that it was just a dream.

Zhao Shi tried to wake her up, calling "Zhuzhu" in her ear.

Mingzhu covered her ears with a quilt and complained with a nasal voice, "I'm so sleepy."

Zhao Shi stopped her voice and let her go to sleep for a while.

The heavy rain stopped in the middle of the night, and after the sky cleared, it was another sunny day.

Mingzhu was half-dreamed and half-awake and was dragged out of the bed by Zhao Shi, until she got into the carriage, her head was still groggy, and she knocked her head on his shoulder, looking for a comfortable position like a kitten, and continued to sleep leaning on him.

Zhao Shi clutched her finger along the way.

After more than an hour, the carriage stopped outside the gate of the temple. The little monk had been waiting for a long time. In order to welcome the distinguished guests, the temple was closed to pilgrims for several days.

Gu Shuyi didn't know about this. She prayed for her mother in the temple every month, but she was kept out of the door. She was surprised for a moment.

The little monk asked her to come back in two days.

Gu Shuyi was a little embarrassed, "I beg your little master to do it for your convenience."

When the voice fell to the ground, another carriage drove slowly, leaving deep ruts on the muddy mountain road. Zhao Shi took Mingzhu's hand and got off the carriage.

Gu Shuyi was very surprised when he saw His Royal Highness.

She wore a light green satin skirt today, with a graceful waist, slender and slender, with a light makeup, fresh and elegant, yet charming. These days, she was also knocking around to find out what kind of girl the Prince liked.

It wasn't that she was confident, she felt that His Royal Highness at least didn't hate her.

Standing under the brilliant sun, Gu Shuyi smiled at him, "His Royal Highness, can Shuyi ask you for a favor."

Zhao Shi just heard the conversation between her and the little monk. He glanced at her, his eyes paused for two seconds, and then said to the little monk faintly: "Let her go in."