After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

The white snow fell all over the sky, pressing on the blue tiles of the eaves.

The red wall is white and snowy, and everything is quiet.

At this moment, no sound is better than a sound. Mingzhu looks at the man standing in the snow from the eyes of an outsider. His figure is thin and tall, and there is an icy chill from his back.

Mingzhu wanted to see the expression on Zhao Shi's face at this time. Although she couldn't see it, she could guess that it was expressionless. It was as simple as a sentence that she said casually.

The resentment that Mingzhu hid in her heart was immediately hooked up, hating him for being too cruel, hating him for chaos and finally abandoning.

She gritted her teeth with hatred. If it weren't a dream, she would rush over and die with him.

Mingzhu was awakened by Biying, with cold sweat on her back.

Mingzhu was a little annoyed. After all, she hadn't dreamed of Zhao Shi in her previous life for a long time, and she almost forgot his frosty face.

She sat on the bed with her quilt in her hands, "What are you doing to wake me up?"

She also wanted to hear what Zhao Shi would say and how people killed her.

Biying's expression was hard to say, "You have a nightmare."

"No."

"The slave maid saw you stretched out your hands in the air, still yelling about who you were going to choke to death, and you almost rolled off the bed."

Mingzhu was a little uncomfortable on her face, but she would not admit to such embarrassment. She asked, "Really?"

"The servant girl saw it with his own eyes."

"I don't remember." Mingzhu said vaguely.

She woke up with tired limbs, as if she had been in a fight with someone, exhausting her energy.

Knowing that the girl Mingzhu is greedy and delicious recently, she smiled at her and said, "The kitchen has made two kinds of Cantonese pastries. Get up and taste them."

When Mingzhu heard the pastries she loves to eat, she couldn't even lift her energy. She licked her lips and whispered, "But I want to eat oily skin noodles today."

"The slave and maid will now go and ask the people in the kitchen to prepare it for you."

"is it okay?"

"sure."

There have been a group of people in the kitchen. After all, they are the chefs selected from the palace. Not only do they cook delicious food, they also have a different vision from others. No one will be taken lightly, and no one will be offended.

Mingzhu squeezed the soft flesh on her stomach. Knowing that she had gained a lot of weight, she didn't intend to control her appetite. She was irritated by greedy insects. She reminded her again: "Put more chili noodles."

Rao Biying felt a little weird, "When did the girl become so spicy?"

Mingzhu has been dressed in her clothes, plain-clothed jackets and skirts, curled up, like a clear summer lotus in summer, full of blooming branches stained with sweet and sticky dew in the morning.

Biying felt that the girl Mingzhu had become pretty again, and the amorous feelings in her brows and eyes were different from those of other girls. It may also be because of the weight, it looks like it has been well moisturized.

Mingzhu fastened the last button on her dress, and she said, "I don't know, maybe the weather is not so hot, and my appetite has improved."

She thought about this question seriously, and said: "Moreover, spicy food can relieve the greasiness. Now I feel sick when I think of the sweet cake I ate before."

It's too sweet, so sweet.

Biying thinks that maybe this is true, people's feelings will change, and their tastes will naturally change.

The cooked noodles were quickly sent over from the kitchen. The bowl used to hold the noodles was bigger than Mingzhu’s face. It was full of a large bowl, and each noodles seemed to be covered with red chili noodles. .

Mingzhu was silent and ate up a bowl of noodles.

Biying was taken aback, "Don't overwhelm yourself."

Mingzhu raised her head and touched her stomach. She didn't feel very supportive. She said, "It's really okay."

There is no particular fullness, and if there is more, she can continue to eat.

Mingzhu looked at Biying's indescribable eyes, and after realizing it, she asked, "Am I eating a little too much?"

Biying shook her head, "No, eating is a blessing."

Mingzhu walked to the bronze mirror, looked in the mirror, and then touched the flesh on her face, "I have a double chin."

The flesh on his face is more than a circle, and the oval face has become a small round face, fleshy and particularly immature.

"But even if the girl is a little fatter, she is beautiful in her country."

Mingzhu is still a little stinky and she likes to listen to compliments, so she heard Biying say that she is still very beautiful, and when she was sad for less than half of her fragrance, she planned to continue to gain weight with peace of mind.

She has just finished eating oil-sprinkled noodles and wants to eat some fruits. At this time, she has to eat watermelon.

Earlier, Mingzhu planted a few watermelon vines in the small yard, and two of them actually bloomed and fruited smoothly, and now they are ripe.

She couldn't bear to pluck it and eat it. Today, she couldn't bear it anymore. She twisted a ripe watermelon, found a basket, put the watermelon in it, and sank it into the well water to ice it.

This watermelon is so big that a few of them can't finish it.

Throwing the remaining half was a waste, and Mingzhu was sent to Zhao Shi.

On the other hand, when the people in charge arrange the items for the big wedding, they all ask them to avoid the Pearl Girl, the little ancestor who is still favored at present, seeing the red and purple silk, it is inevitable that he will not be jealous. There is something wrong with the anger, they can't afford it.

In order to avoid Mingzhu, the servant girl in the house walked around her.

Mingzhu was not only cleansed, but also had less eyeliner staring at her.

As the wedding date is approaching, it is not only the steward in the Prince's House who is busy, and Mingzhu has not seen Zhao Shi's face for several days.

He is always busy for a while and idle for a while.

In the past few days, Zhao Shi has had several strange nightmares one after another, and his eyes are full of coffins and white buns.

It is either red or white, and the people who see it have lingering fears.

The few days of chanting and praying in the temple did not get any relief.

He can't sleep well and his head hurts. Eyes open and closed are Mingzhu's pale face lying quietly on the bed, her chest is not ups and downs, and she can't hear her breathing. It seems to be asleep, and it seems that it will never wake up.

Zhao Shi asked the imperial physician to prescribe two tranquilizers for him, and after drinking for a few days, he was relieved before he set foot in the courtyard of Mingzhu.

He stepped away, and as soon as he walked in, he heard her brisk voice.

"Higher, higher."

Mingzhu is holding the kite string in her hand and is flying the kite under the sun.

The butterfly kite seems to have been made by her herself, and the colorful paintings seem to be eye-catching at first glance.

The kite flew higher and higher, past the wall of the backyard.

Zhao Shi walked behind her, put her arm on her, and reminded her warmly, "The kite string is about to break."

The kite flies too high and the wind is too strong. If it is not retrieved in time, the line will be disconnected after a short time.

Mingzhu tried his best to prevent him from seeing the strangeness, "It's not high enough."

She was stubborn and stubborn. She watched the kite fly to an unattainable height. She was too happy to be happy. The kite string broke in mid-air as he said.

The butterfly kite made of oiled paper swayed and landed on the tall flowering tree in the yard.

Mingzhu pushed away Zhao Shi, lifted the skirt that was a little in the way with both hands and ran over there.

Zhao Shi followed.

Mingzhu doesn't hide her emotions, and her acting skills are not good. She really doesn't want to see Zhao Shi at this moment. She doesn't know if she will rush towards him to choke him like in a dream.

She took a deep breath, turned her back to him, and looked up at the kite hanging on the branch intently. Without a word, she was about to climb a tree.

Seeing a headache, Zhao Shi rubbed his eyebrows, "You come down."

Mingzhu didn't listen to him, her feet were already on the trunk, her movements were unexpectedly flexible, and she quickly climbed to a position where she could reach the kite.

She reached for it, and most of her body hung in mid-air and faltered.

Zhao Zhi's face was black and he didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of scaring her. His eyelids jumped twice, lowering his voice, "Be careful."

Mingzhu successfully got the kite and jumped down from the tree. Her legs fell on the soft grass without falling or breaking.

She patted the leaves on her body and handed the broken kite into Biying's hands, "Help me put it away."

Zhao Shi pulled her wrist and drew it in front of him, "Too reckless."

Mingzhu lowered her head and deliberately avoided his sight. She refused or dared to look directly into his eyes for fear that she could not hide the resentment in her eyes, so that he could see the clues.

She would rather face the ground, boringly counting the patterns on the embroidered shoes, "The tree is not high, even if it falls, it won't die."

Zhao Shi squeezed her wrist painfully, "Is it okay if my leg breaks?"

Mingzhu softly retorted, "I didn't mean that."

Zhao Shi raised her face, "If the kite is gone, buy another one. It's not a valuable thing."

No matter how important her body is, if she really fell down, she would not feel sorry for herself, and he would not bear it either.

Mingzhu avoided her sight, "It's not the same."

"What's the difference?"

After hearing this, Mingzhu pursed her lips without making a sound. The kite you make is different from the kite you bought.

Zhao Shi's observational power is amazing, how can he not see that Mingzhu is avoiding him, her eyes are dodging, and she twists her small face, unwilling to look at him.

The more reluctant she was, the more he had to force her.

The man’s fingers held a hint of chill, and he used a little force to pinch her chin, half-forcing her to lift her face, the transparent glass-like eyeballs were tanned by the sun to the glaze color of the light, and there was a pull in the eye socket. The conspicuous blood line.

Zhao Shi was stunned for a moment, "Why are my eyes red like this?"

Mingzhu warned herself that if she can't bear it, she can make big plans. She said perfunctorily: "It's in the sun."

Zhao Shi looked at her visibly more fleshy cheeks, but he didn't worry much, "Go back to the house."

Mingzhu didn’t know if she saw him guilty of nausea, or was stricken by the sun, or if he ran too violently. At this time, she felt uncomfortable. Her stomach turned overwhelmed and her eyes were dizzy. Her face was pale and dazzling. It was pale in the bright sunlight.

Before she fainted, her hand subconsciously grabbed his sleeve.

Zhao Shi's expression changed, and he caught her body with both hands.

Mingzhu has fainted.

Zhao Shi hugged her back to the room and called the doctor over with a stern voice.

Zhao Shi looked at her pale face, her fingers were shaking, and for some reason she thought of her breathless picture lying in the coffin.

He gritted his teeth and thought, he shouldn't have let her climb the tree just now and jumped down again.

A weak person like her will fall when the wind blows.

The doctor hurried over and crawled to get the pulse.

The doctor was staring straight at the prince with a cold gaze, and he was frightened in a cold sweat. After checking his pulse, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhao Shi asked: "What's wrong with her?"

The doctor hurriedly congratulated: "Congratulations, your majesty, happy girl."