After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Gu Shuyi felt that she had some fate with His Royal Highness. She smiled and thanked His Royal Highness, her eyes swept over the girl beside him, she was indeed slightly surprised. This girl is really beautiful, white as jade, glamorous and shy, and slender and soft. She looks like a delicate young lady.

Gu Shuyi knew that there was a very favored concubine in the backyard of His Royal Highness the prince. There were various rumors. Now when she saw it, she could also understand why this concubine was so favored. Delicate and beautiful, the little bird is indifferent to people, and its eyes are rolling around, like a deer that has just escaped from the depths of the forest.

While Gu Shuyi was looking at her, Mingzhu was also secretly watching her.

The night was too dark that night, Mingzhu actually didn't see her face very clearly, only remembered a vague look, and her gentle and subtle voice.

This girl has the kind of look that makes people feel very comfortable when they meet. She is soft and non-aggressive, with a friendly smile and an extraordinary temperament. Close to the smell, it seems that you can smell the elegant ink stone book scent.

Mingzhu could tell from the way she looked at Zhao Shi, she liked Zhao Shi.

Based on Mingzhu's superficial understanding of Zhao Shi, she knew that he also admired a woman like Miss Gu who was knowledgeable and gentle.

It just so happens that the position of the Crown Prince Zhengfei is still vacant, and I don't know if Miss Gu in front of me can fulfill her wish.

Zhao Shi tampered with Mingzhu's finger tightly before she knew it hurt, frowned slightly, turned her head and looked at him with inexplicable eyes.

Zhao Shi's tone was cold, "Let's go."

"Oh."

The land of the ancient Buddha in the blue lantern is clean. A bamboo forest was planted on the back mountain of the temple, and bamboo incense came in the wind.

The little monk led the way and led them to the wing room specially reserved for the pilgrims.

The wing room is simple and simple, except for a simple bed, there is not much furniture.

Mingzhu slept on the road, and her hair looked messy at the moment. Zhao Shi raised his hand to straighten the headwear on her hair bun, and said this to her in a soft voice, "Go and wash your face first."

The makeup on the face looks a little flowery.

There was an ancient well outside the wing. Mingzhu was already hot and uncomfortable, so she ran to the well and lay on the side, most of her body sank.

Zhao Shi let her run away a little carelessly. When she saw her lying by the well, her face changed and changed again, which was quite ugly.

He went over to fish her up vigorously. Mingzhu’s wrist was particularly painful when he scratched her. She bared her teeth and asked aggrievedly: "Didn’t you let me wash my face?"

The man's thin lips were pressed into a cold straight line, and the words he uttered were cold. He was squeezing his anger, and it was difficult to hear any emotions in his voice, "I thought you were going to jump into the well."

Mingzhu's body movements are flexible. Although the movement just now seemed more dangerous, she would not let herself fall in.

Only a moment later, there was a thin hot sweat on her forehead.

"I won't fall."

Zhao Shi kindly let go of her wrist, "You go back to the house and stay."

Mingzhu screamed, but didn't enter the house, just standing under the eaves where there is no sun.

Zhao Shi drew a bucket of water from the well. The water was clear and cold. Mingzhu washed off the makeup on his face with cold water, and wiped off the wet drops with a handkerchief.

As a result, her face looked much cleaner and refreshed.

There was a low and heavy bell ringing not far away. It turned out that it was noon.

Mingzhu hides in the guest room to escape the heat. There is a shutter on the north side of the small wing room. Open the window and you can see the bamboo forest in the backyard.

The cold wind hits, refreshing and refreshing.

Zhao Shi pushed open the door and saw her standing by the window.

She changed into an aqua-blue tulle skirt with a green smoke belt tied around her waist. The clothes were light and breathable, and her waist-length hair spread out like a waterfall on her back.

Zhao Shijing watched it quietly for a while, and was a little bit reluctant to disturb this peaceful picture of the years.

Mingzhu felt like a man on her back. She turned around and saw a man in a blue shirt, "Your Highness."

Zhao Shi took two steps forward and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mingzhu is very honest: "A little bit."

She was carried into the carriage before waking up in the morning, and she hadn't eaten anything until now, and she was really hungry.

Zhao Shi took her hand and took her to eat fast food in another courtyard.

Zhaifan's clear soup is too watery, so it's hard to say it is rich.

Mingzhu has no problem with picky eaters. If she is really hungry, she can eat the dishes she doesn't like. But when she looked at the green vegetable porridge in front of her, she had no appetite at all, and she didn't even want to lift the chopsticks.

Instead, he sat opposite her, the dear Prince's Royal Highness, with a plain face and finished the fast food in front of her.

Mingzhu picked up the chopsticks, picked and ate two green vegetables in his mouth, frowning bitterly.

Zhao Shi saw the little bowl that was barely moving in front of her, "Aren't you hungry?"

Mingzhu can't tell if she is suffering, she just can't eat fast food, it's so bitter and unpalatable, she can't taste a bit of oil and water.

Zhao Shi raised his eyebrows, "Don't be picky eaters."

There is no precedent in the temple where a separate kitchen will be opened for her, let alone meat.

Mingzhu could no longer force herself to eat vegetables, and she felt like she was going to vomit it out in front of him, and her stomach was full of nausea.

She swallowed her throat, picked up the small bowl in front of her, drank half a bowl of porridge, then raised her head and said to him, "Your Highness, I'm full."

Zhao Shi looked at her thin face and frowned. It was not that she was squeamish, but it was not good for her to be too picky. "Eat the steamed bun."

Mingzhu curled her eyebrows and said, "It's too hard." She took two bites just now and it was really hard to swallow. She said again, "It's not sweet."

Steamed buns should be soft and sweet, so they taste good.

Mingzhu herself felt strange. She hadn't eaten fast food before, nor did she find it as unpalatable as it is today.

Could it really be that her mouth was made up by him? The fable is easy to change from frugality to luxury, but is it difficult to change from luxury to frugality?

She was distressed, so she heard Zhao Shi sigh, "Just forget it if you don't want to eat."

Mingzhu has been hungry very quickly in the past few days. The half bowl of porridge just eaten doesn't fill her belly at all. She is actually still hungry and wants to eat some heavy-tasting food, hot or sweet.

Mingzhu became more greedy the more she thought about it, she swallowed, and she felt more hungry in her stomach.

After eating fast food, Zhao Shi took her back to the guest room.

Mingzhu asked curiously: "When shall we go to burn incense and worship Buddha?"

Zhao Shi said: "Wait for Master Chen to come back."

"good."

Zhao Zhi remembered that there were some sweet cakes on the carriage, and ordered his men to go down and bring in all the snacks prepared on the carriage.

"Aren't you still hungry? Eat."

Mingzhu ate five sweet cakes in one breath, and finally her stomach was not as uncomfortable as before. She took a big sip of tea and couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, how many days are we going to stay here?"

Zhao Shi poured himself a cup of tea, the fragrance of the tea overflowed, and his slender fingers lightly put his slender fingers on the tea lid, pondered for a long while, and said, "Three or five days."

Mingzhu thought to herself, it seems that His Royal Highness has been really idle recently.

Mingzhu thought of the fast food she had just now, and if she wanted her to eat it for three or five days, she might really starve to death.

Zhao Shi seemed to see what she was thinking, and was too lazy to reveal her. He spoiled her all the little troubles on her body, and couldn't blame others.

He said, "I won't starve you to death."

Mingzhu thought that this is not necessarily true. She only has a small request, "Can you replace the greens with pickles?"

She now thought of the bland and bitter greens she had eaten just now, and she wanted to vomit.

She thought, her stomach seemed to surge. Mingzhu clutched her chest, enduring retching.

Zhao Shi patted her on the back and fed her two mouthfuls of warm water. He frowned and looked at her and asked, "Uncomfortable?"

Mingzhu took the water glass in his hand and drank half of it. His nausea improved a little, "Well, the vegetables are really too bitter."

Seeing how miserable and pitiful she was, Zhao Shi felt relieved, "Stop eating fast food."

He said nonchalantly: "Let them do something else for you."

Mingzhu raised her eyes in amazement and said in a low voice, "Is this not so good?"

Zhao Shi felt that she was skinny enough now, and she didn't want the meat that she had finally raised by eating, suddenly lost weight.

Zhao Shi said lightly: "I am the prince, I have the final say."

"Does the Bodhisattva think I am not religious enough?"

"Bodhisattva is kind."

"What you said makes sense."

Mingzhu actually didn't know why Zhao Shi came to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha. He did not believe in the Buddha, his hands were not clean, and his hostility was heavy. Does he really want to wash away the blood with the incense of the Buddha?

Mingzhu feels sleepy when her stomach is full, and she doesn't know what's wrong with her. After eating and sleeping every day, she is especially prone to sleepiness.

I still feel that I don't get enough sleep for five or six hours a day.

Zhao Shi looked at her yawning with her head on her back, "Want to sleep again?"

"It may be that the weather is too hot and I want to sleep."

"You slept for almost a day."

"Where is it."

Although Mingzhu said so, she also found that she was sleeping a lot today.

No matter what, Zhao Shi would not deprive her of her sleep. He was just worried about whether she was ill, so that she would get tired so easily.

He had such a bad dream last night. He was worried about gains and losses. He was always afraid that the dream would work. He saw her fall to the ground covered in blood.

"Go to sleep when you are sleepy, I will call you when the hour comes."

Zhao Shi went to stand outside the Buddhist hall for a while, unable to relax his gripping hearts. He couldn't calm down when he heard the bell ringing.

A soft voice came from behind, "Your Highness."

Zhao Shi turned around, "Miss Gu."

Gu Shuyi just came out of the Dacheng Hall, spent two hours copying three scriptures, and knelt down before the Bodhisattva and worshiped.

Her knees were a little painful, and she held the pillar next to her with her hand. She smiled at His Royal Highness, "Are you here to listen to the chanting, too?"

At this time of the day, there are monks in the temple chanting and praying for blessings.

Zhao Zhi pursed his lips, but did not answer.

He is not, and he has no interest in chanting.

Gu Shuyi’s knee hurts so much. When he walked forward, he didn’t notice the steps under her feet. The soles of her feet slammed into the air, and her ankle was sorely painful. Her face was pale as paper in an instant, and she threw herself forward. , Just about to fall off.

Zhao Shi reached out and helped her.

Gu Shuyi's fingers grabbed his arm subconsciously, and after standing firm, she said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

She is not such a weak person, this accident is really just an accident. This is the first time that Gu Shuyi has been so close to a man other than his brother at home.

The talented man held the palm of her arm, hard and strong, and the temperature was hot.

As she thought about it, her small face became hot all over.

Zhao Shi's voice seemed to be coming from thousands of miles away, "You don't have to be polite."

Gu Shuyi knew that His Royal Highness liked women who liked to laugh, and she was not stingy with her smile.

The setting sun smeared layers of golden light, shining on her white and delicate skin. Her eyebrows were stretched, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was innocent. She said: "I heard my father say earlier that Your Royal Highness is a very good person, and it is true."

His Royal Highness is really good.

Zhao Shi didn't know what to say to her. If he said he hated it, he didn't hate Shuyi.

In front of him, she did not deliberately show off coquettishness, nor did she have a twitchy little daughter gesture.

The scriptures that Gu Shuyi had just copied fell to the ground. She knelt down and picked up the scriptures, and then said: "There is nothing to give to your highness. These scriptures should be prayed for your highness, and I hope that your highness can accept them. ."

She insisted on giving it away, but Zhao Shi didn't have to accept it. He scanned a few words on the cover, and with just one glance, she could see that her writing was very good.

The pen is the same as her, with a sharp pen, but it doesn't hurt others.

Zhao Shi rolled his eyes and said, "The writing is good."

Gu Shuyi laughed after hearing this. She complained: "When I was a child, my father forced me to practice handwriting. I couldn't eat if I didn't write well. So I hated writing when I was a child."

Zhao Shi smiled when he heard the words.

Gu Shuyi's words made people feel comfortable to listen to, and she laughed herself, "Moreover, my father always compares my brother with me. It's not good to write well, it's even better than my brother's."

Her brother is Gu Wenxuan.

Zhao Shi remembers that Gu Wenxuan's academic expedition was also at the top of the rankings, and he was also well-written.

He said: "Your handwriting is indeed better than that written by your second brother."

Gu Shuyi's eyes brightened, and Shui Lingling's eyes looked at him, "Did Your Highness lie to me?"

With this look, Zhao Shi also had an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Innocent and romantic, a bit of expectation that is about to emerge is hidden in the surprise.

The clean eyes in front of him reminded Zhao Shi again, Mingzhu's beautiful and simple eyes, which were brighter than the moon hanging in the sky.

He recovered, "No."

The smile at the corner of Gu Shuyi's mouth was deep, and his face seemed to burn.

She was too embarrassed to continue to disturb His Royal Highness, and she was very satisfied to be able to say a few words alone. When he raised his foot to leave, the ankle that had just been pierced was so painful that he couldn't walk at all.

Gu Shuyi sucked in pain, and her complexion after she had just gotten up suddenly faded clean. She gritted her teeth and asked cheeky: "His Royal Highness, can you give me a ride?"

After saying this, she couldn't lift her head in embarrassment, her voice was particularly weak, "I really can't walk with my feet."

The tone of speech is also soft and just right. Zhao Shi closed his eyes, and after a while, he said, "I'll let someone help you go back."

Gu Shuyi said: "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zhao Shi asked a little maid to help Gu Shuyi back.

The hour is coming. Zhao Shi went back to the guest room at the back, and the little **** the bed arched into a small ball, hiding her body from head to toe with a quilt.

Zhao Shi was afraid that she would suffocate herself and corrected her sleeping appearance several times, but she just couldn't change it. When sleeping alone, she would always hide herself.

Zhao Shi lifted the quilt and squeezed the soft flesh on her cheek, "Get up."

Mingzhu was woken up by him and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. She was sweating all over on a hot day, and her hands and feet were also cold.

She also had a nightmare of her own blood flow, only to remember that she seemed to have not had a menstrual event in two months.

Although she doesn't understand anything, it seems that only when a woman is pregnant with a child, she won't have confinement.

And she has been delicious and lethargic recently.

But she can't get pregnant.

Zhao Shi's confidant always stares at her to take medicine. How can she have a chance to be pregnant?

During the time when she was in a daze, Zhao Shi had already put on her socks, touched her hand again, frowned and asked, "Why is it so cold?"

Mingzhu looked sad, "I didn't sleep well."

She didn't dare to look up at Zhao Shi, what if she was really pregnant? Would he let her take medicine to get rid of it? Or should she be born and raised by others in the future?

The concubine of the prince is not qualified to raise a child born to him.

Zhao Shi patted her head, "Put on shoes."

Mingzhu obediently stretched out her feet and put on her shoes. She didn't want to think about it any more, and didn't want to scare herself.

The imperial doctor said that she had taken so many cold medicines, and it was difficult for her to keep her healthy, so there should be no accidents.

She raised her face and looked at his face, "His Royal Highness, are we going to worship Bodhisattva now?"

"Yeah." Zhao Shi didn't know where to find a piece of cake. "After eating the cushion, I have to kneel for an hour."

"Is it so long?"

"Master Ledchen still has to recite sutras."

That dream, the memory is too deep. The truth is like it happened.

Zhao Shi didn't believe this, but he didn't mind to believe in the gods and Buddha once, and beg for peace of mind.