After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

The vigil in the front yard, sleeping in the corner, half dreaming and half awake, suddenly smelled something burnt. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was shaken by his companion, "Get up! The backyard is on fire!" "

The fire was fierce, and half of the sky was reflected in red light.

The young man scrambled to get up and looked at the burning yard at a loss. "Why is there such a big fire suddenly?"

Although the weather is indeed relatively dry these days, the hottest days have passed early. Shouldn't it cause fires?

The companion stuffed him the wooden barrel and slapped him on the back of the head, "Don't think about it! Go and put out the fire!"

If you don't hurry up to put out the fire, the whole house will be burnt down.

Mingzhu hid the packed baggage in the grass at the back door, while she wiped two handfuls of ashes on her face. The night was dim, and she couldn't see her face clearly if she didn't look carefully.

The people in the house were all awake from their sleep and fetching water to put out the fire.

The back door was originally guarded strictly, but there were not enough manpower to fight the fire, and the fire was still not small. Therefore, those who could not use it were called to put out the fire.

Mingzhu took advantage of this opportunity and quietly escaped from the back door.

She learned to be smart this time, and didn't go to an inn to stay, let alone find a carriage to rush out of the city overnight. She had to convince Zhao Shi that she was really dead.

Mingzhu took advantage of the chaos and ran to the abandoned Chenghuang Temple for the night. She was alone, but she was also agile. She firmly hugged her baggage tightly, and the banknotes were all hidden in her small clothes. Make yourself so ashamed, so that people don't notice her.

There are also poor people who live by begging in the Chenghuang Temple. There are men, women, and refugees who fled with their children. They each occupy a corner and rest on the bedding against the wall. No one cares about this tonight. There are more people in the broken house.

Mingzhu was sitting on the straw. She didn't dare to sleep. There was a mixture of fish and dragons. After all, it was not a safe place. If the burden is stolen, it will be fatal.

Next to her was a little girl in tattered clothes. The little girl was holding a dirty steamed bun in her hand and biting it bit by bit.

A hole was broken in the gate of the Chenghuang Temple, and the hula-la wind blew in at night, making people tremble with cold.

The unkempt girl hiccuped after eating the buns. Mingzhu saw that she was choking, so she kindly handed her a water bottle.

She took a sip from the kettle, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The little girl wiped her face and looked at the burning half of the sky in the distance, "Why is there a fire over there?"

Mingzhu lowered her face and pretended not to hear.

"It's a shame that the whole house will be burned out."

"Probably not." Mingzhu whispered.

The others seemed to be frightened by the fire over there, and started pointing, "This fire may burn a few people to death."

"Which family's residence is that? Don't burn all the property left by your ancestors."

"You idiot, the location should be from the Prince's Mansion."

Their begging people know the location of the capital well.

"Oh, what a sin."

"I want your food, don't worry about things we shouldn't worry about."

"I'm not watching the excitement? Don't say how refreshing it is to watch other people's houses burn."

Anyway, they were the ones who had nothing. If the wealthy businessman's house burned, they would be happier, but it was the Prince's House that was burned tonight in the backyard by a fire.

It's not a big deal if a room is burned out.

Mingzhu listened silently, looking up at the sky in the distance, without saying a word, just hugged her legs tightly, hoping that things would pass quickly, so she went to Jiangnan with peace of mind.

The entire Prince's Mansion has been messed up.

The steward looked at the overturning fire, his eyes turned black and his legs became soft. He asked, "Where are people? Has anyone come out?!"

The little maid wiping her tears, her voice couldn't stop shaking, "The slave and maid didn't know." Her crying voice became more obvious, and she shivered and said, "The slave didn't see the girl Mingzhu..."

No sound was heard, and she was not seen.

At this hour, Mingzhu had fallen asleep long ago, and most of the people were still in the house without coming out, but it was already burnt like this...

The steward gritted his teeth, "Has anyone come in to see it?!"

"No, when a fire is discovered, the fire can't get into the house at all."

The manager is one of the few people who knew that Mingzhu was pregnant. He stomped his feet, tremblingly pointed at someone, "You go into the palace and call the prince back."

It's too late if I don't come back again.

This person is obviously fierce and unlucky, for fear that he can't be saved.

The steward didn't dare to think about the feelings of the prince after he knew about it. If a concubine died today, it would be fine. But the weight of the Pearl girl in the heart of His Royal Highness is not the same, not to mention that she may have two lives now.

It is obvious to all that His Royal Highness likes the child in the belly of Pearl Girl. At the beginning, he even did not hesitate to ask him to privately change the refuge soup that the Mingzhu girl drank with ordinary tonics.

The more the steward thinks about it, the more afraid he gets, his face is roasted and sweated by the fire, but there is a chill on his back.

Xiao Si was also embarrassed, "But now the palace gate is closed, we can't get in, we can only wait for dawn."

The manager kicked it, his voice trembling, "You can't think of a way!?"

"There is really no way."

There is a time limit for the lower keys of the palace gate, and no one can enter the palace until the early hours.

The steward closed his eyes, and he couldn't stand still, "First...save people first."

When it was dawn, I was afraid that he could only let His Royal Highness come back to collect the corpse.

The water in the well in the backyard was not enough. They could only go around to scoop the water in the lake in the back garden, but the distant water could not save the near fire, and the people collapsed to the ground one by one. The sudden fire burned all the beams of the house.

The sky was shining, and the room where Mingzhu slept was burnt to ruins.

The steward stayed up all night, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He made people stop, and sighed, "Go to the palace and talk to His Royal Highness."

It seems that there is no corpse left.

Everything turned into ashes or charcoal, and time is also fate. The rain has been continuous a few days ago, but it happened that there was not a single drop of rain last night.

Xiao Si hurried into the palace with a hand card, Zhao Shi just went down to the court, and was about to meet his mother. Then I heard the passing sound.

The little man’s face was covered with dust before he could wipe it off. He knelt down in front of His Royal Highness with a plop, buried his head in crying, and wanted to say but did not dare to say: "His Royal Highness..."

Zhao Shi took off his wristband and put it aside, frowning and looking at him, "What's the matter."

"Girl Mingzhu... Girl Mingzhu...'s house was on fire."

Zhao Shi's face changed, and his eyes suddenly became very fierce, "Where is she?"

"No... I don't know."

How dare the young man tell the truth, he had ten lives and he did not dare to explain to the prince that Miss Zhu could not be rescued, and was burned to death in the sea of ​​flames.

Zhao Shi took a big step and hurried out of the palace. He thought it was just a small accident, the fire can be big or small, maybe it was a false alarm.

Zhao Shi grabbed the coachman's whip and turned on the horse. The whip was slammed on the horse's back, galloping all the way, unable to wait for a moment.

His heart became heavier and heavier, and a bad premonition spread in his heart.

Seeing that the prince hurried back, the steward raised his eyes and looked at his serious expression, not feeling well.

"His Royal Highness..."

He originally wanted to say something to make the prince calm down, but he would not be able to stand it even when he saw the tragic ruins.

His Royal Highness walked very fast. He hadn't said what he was in charge of, and he had already walked far forward.

Zhao Shi swallowed, "Where is she? Are you scared?"

No one dared to answer his words, and no one dared to make a sound. All of them live like dumbs, shut their mouths to keep them safe.

Zhao Shi swept over coldly, looking at their eyes worse than looking at the dead.

The young maid couldn't stand the trouble, she was frightened by the suffocating atmosphere, her body trembled and her face pale.

The kneecap softened and he knelt down, the crying overflowing from his throat was uncontrollable.

This low sob pierced the surface calmness.

Zhao Shi stared at her coldly, his voice sounded like he was very angry, "What are you crying for?!"

The little maid endured the cry, she smashed her teeth and dared not make any more noises.

Zhao Shi walked past them, crossed a long corridor, pushed open the courtyard door, and saw nothing left of the burnt ruins, he was stunned, as if dead still.

After a long time, Zhao Shi finally found his voice, "Where is Mingzhu?"

The manager took a deep breath, and took the initiative to stand up, "When the fire was discovered, the fire was already very strong, and it was really impossible to get in, the Pearl girl...she..."

"The person is still inside, not saved."

Zhao Zhi did not react for a long time. He stood stiffly in the empty courtyard like a pine tree, his eyes turned blood red, and the clenched fists could hear the sound of dislocation of joints. He opened his mouth, but his voice was like After being poured into lead water, he couldn't speak for a moment.

The sky is spinning, dizzy. The humming in his ears made his head hurt very much.

Zhao Shi stared at the ruins in front of him with blood everywhere. He opened his mouth and his throat seemed to be cut with a single knife, full of blood. He asked: "Isn't rescued?"

"His Royal Highness..."

Zhao Shi raised his hand, as if he didn't want to listen to him anymore. He took the steps under his feet, he was so heavy that he could hardly lift up, his pale face, the breath of a person who was alive and dead in the sun, severe pain in his chest, several times forced him to stop.

He finally walked to the ruins, staggered and knelt down on his knees.

The knee happened to kneel on the half-burned wooden plank, and the sharp wooden thorns pierced the brocade and stuck in the flesh. It was very painful.

The steward stretched out his hand to help, but was pushed away by Zhao Shi.

He staggered to his feet and fell to the ground again within two steps.

There was another person behind him who couldn't suppress the cry, wiped his tears, and sobbed quietly.

Zhao Shi's eyes looked fiercely, his eyes were as red as blood, and he lowered his throat and said, "If anyone dares to cry again, cut off his tongue."

This sound of deterrence finally made people shut their mouths.

Zhao Shi was digging the ruins with his bare hands, his hands were full of blood, covered with thin blood stains, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.

Guan Shi couldn't bear to say: "Your Highness, they have all turned it over."

Except ashes, there is really nothing left.

Zhao Shi didn't seem to hear it, and his hands were full of scars and he still refused to let it go.

"Your Highness, the fire is really too big."

It was so big that everyone didn't react, and the real room was burnt up, surrounded by raging fire, even the gods couldn't save it.

At dawn, it was almost gone.

Zhao Shi coughed, and the blood in his throat made him swallow it back. The sun fell on his lifeless face, making his skin whiter.

He felt that he had had a nightmare, a nightmare that he couldn't wake up, he recovered, raised his face and looked at them blankly, "Why caught the fire?"

"The minion doesn't know either."

I really can’t figure it out, how can the good end catch fire? Unless someone deliberately set fire.

But who hates the Pearl girl so much? Do not hesitate to take such a heavy hand.

He didn't even think about such a person, until then, he suddenly wanted to understand.

At the beginning...

At the beginning, the girl Mingzhu was taken into custody by the prince, and the child was also taken by the prince to get her pregnant.

The Pearl girl is weak and bully, but her personality is also a bit stubborn, and she is not incapable of playing with fire.

Manager dare not say this guess. His Royal Highness certainly couldn't stand it.

Zhao Shi also thought of this layer, his forehead was constantly sweating, and his fingers were cold like ice cubes, as if being thrown into an extremely cold place.

She found her own death, right?

Would rather take the child to die with him than stay with him.

Zhao Shi didn't want to believe this speculation. How could he be so cruel to him because his beads are so beautiful and a little girl who is afraid of pain? He will definitely find the arsonist.

Zhao Shi was stiff and stood still for a long time. He said, "Zhuzhu will not die. No one is allowed to cry."

He is like a stubborn patient, "If anyone dares to cry, I will cut off his tongue."

After saying these words, the steward of the house saw bright red blood spilling from the corners of His Royal Highness's mouth.

A big mouthful of blood hurts my heart, like a deep pain.

At this time, the steward did not dare to sweep the ashes out of the ruins before and hand them over to His Royal Highness.