After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Retirement is like a blow to the head. Everyone in the Ming family couldn't believe their ears.

The prince's mansion has just died. If the marriage is to be postponed, it is excusable, but how can we just give it up?

Mingru had been looking forward to marrying for many days, and suddenly knew this was a thunderbolt, and fainted directly.

There are divergent opinions about retiring. No one knows the inside story. Mingru, who had always been calm, hid in the house and cried for a few days, no matter how comforting her mother was.

Song Luan learned that his son's marriage was going bad again, so he was called to him, and wanted to have a good chat with him.

After a few days, Zhao Shi's figure looked thinner and thinner, and his robes were a bit empty. The sunlight above his head was reflected on his pale cheeks, his complexion was bleak.

Song Luan frowned, "You can tell me how to give up the marriage."

Zhao Shiwen replied, "It's not appropriate."

With such a good temper, Song Luan became angry after hearing these three words, "Then you didn't think it was inappropriate when you made a marriage with her?"

The corners of Zhao Shi's lips curled into a line, and he fell silent.

Song Luan really likes that obedient and soft girl from the Ming family. She looks good, has a good temper, and is timid and timid, but she speaks very sweetly. She thinks it fits her eyes.

Song Luan hasn't spoken to him in such a heavy tone for many years, "I never care about you, and I will never force you to do something. Since you like her, you are the one to marry after the betrothal gift, why? If you can say repentance, then repent? She will be sad too."

Zhao Shi laughed bitterly, not knowing how to explain to his mother that she thought the girl Ming was not the same.

"I have divorced, you can scold if you want to."

"I want to scold you!" Song Luan sighed, "You like her, and she likes you too, what are you tossing about?"

"I won't say anything else, she is still pregnant with a child, don't you even want your own child?"

Zhao Shi'an lowered his head quietly, his palms slowly clenched into fists, and hardly squeezed a few words out of his throat: "Nothing."

It's all gone.

nothing left.

Song Luan was startled after hearing these words. She rarely saw her son's expression. Her eyes were dark and there was no emotion on her face. There was a vaguely sadness in her cold and indifferent words.

"What's wrong with you?"

Song Luan looked at him at a loss, why was he still wronged?

Zhao Shi shook his head, "Mother, I'm fine."

Song Luan originally wanted to say that you don't look okay, so she swallowed it to her lips. In fact, when the child grows up, he is a lot stranger to her, and may not tell her what he thinks in his heart.

"If you think about it, marriage is not a trivial matter."

"Yeah. Father said the same."

"Don't listen to him, he can't say anything good." Song Luan got rid of this displeasure, and then said: "I will not force you to marry someone you don't want to marry, but you can't be irresponsible, child. You always have to raise it."

Zhao Zhijing was silent for a long time, and pulled the corners of his mouth laboriously. His smile was a bit ugly, and his throat was sour. He choked his throat and spit out the word "um".

Song Luan saw that his complexion was really bad, and he didn't want to say any more reprimands. Everything that should be said was clarified. He had to think about other things.

"Usually you have to pay attention to your body, to see if you have lost weight."

"good."

Zhao Shi walked out of her mother’s residence and stood straight on the long steps. The scorching sun above his head made him dizzy. He raised his hand to block his eyes, and the dazzling light leaked from his fingers. Blinking sore eyes, the eye sockets were dry and stinging.

Walking out of the gate of the main hall, Zhao Xin carried his skirt and ran to him frantically. The rabbit's eyes were very focused, "Zhuzhu is still pregnant with a child?"

The knife on the soft flesh of Zhao Zhi's heart was an inch deep, his face was terribly pale, and his voice was almost inaudible, "Yes."

Zhao Xin's body leaned back. Fortunately, the maid supported her in time. Her tears were so large that she kept falling like beads. She really didn't expect her respected and scared eldest brother to be so cruel.

She was crying with tears all over her face. Only then did she know that Mingzhu was burned to death, and she did not believe that it would catch fire by accident.

"You don't want to give her a funeral, don't you want to find out who killed her?"

Zhao Zhi wanted to laugh, but he still couldn't laugh. He dumbly asked, "Who harmed her?"

In the man's dark and deep eyes, there were bloodshot eyes, and he hated it to the extreme.

Zhao Xin was afraid of him like this, so he fell silent immediately.

Zhao Shi said to the court lady behind her: "Don't let the princess run around, and don't think the princess hears some messy rumors."

Zhao Xin was both angry and frightened. Although the lady who chewed her tongue in front of her was uneasy, what she said was the truth.

They are all black-hearted people.

She said: "Don't worry about me. I will go to the temple tomorrow and ask the master master to give sister Mingzhu and the child who is in her stomach overtime."

She used to think that her brother liked Mingzhu very much, but now he refuses to do such a simple thing for Zhuzhu.

She was also considered Zhuzhu's half friend, so she couldn't bear to let her go like this.

Zhao Shi was not polite with her, so he called Wei Liu over and said angrily: "Look at her, if she dares to go out of the palace, she will be locked up."

Zhao Xin was about to die of anger, "If I were a Pearl, I would not let you go! She and Wei Chi Yucai are a natural pair."

"What are you doing! Let go of me! I'm so angry!"

"I'm going to sue my father! Say you bullied me!"

When Zhao Xin was taken away, he kept chattering and cursing.

After Zhao Shi listened blankly, he didn't let him be a ghost?

He wanted to.

But she refused to enter his dream.

In the few occasions I dreamed about, I saw her die in front of me again and again, over and over again to delay him, torture him, dig out his heart, cut into pieces, see his face so painful that it is twisted and hideous, kneeling on both knees. The voice in his throat was like a mournful cry of dying.

Those scattered dreams are nightmares.

Either the fire burns the body, or the ten thousand arrows pierced the heart, neither has anything to do with him.

The arrow was handed by him, and the death order was given by him himself.

Zhao Shi recovered, and he left the palace.

The Prince's Mansion was like a pool of stagnant water, completely quiet.

The tablet that Lin Guan had secretly made for Mingzhu in advance was discovered by His Royal Highness somehow.

Guanshi Lin watched with his own eyes that His Royal Highness threw the black wooden tablet in the brazier and burned it to ashes.

His bowed body shook into a sieve, and he screamed inwardly.

Fortunately, the child's tablet hasn't been completed yet, otherwise his Royal Highness will see him, and he won't be able to escape punishment.

It was so pitiful to see such a small child who died without a name.

His Royal Highness's life is still as usual, no one mentions the fire, as if everyone has forgotten it.

A month later, the craftsman in the palace sent a box to him, saying that it was the silver jewelry that His Royal Highness had ordered them to make.

Guan Shi delivered the exquisite treasure box to His Royal Highness.

Zhao Shi was dizzy after reviewing the memorials for a whole day. He opened the treasure box with a pair of exquisite silver collars lying in it.

His heart shrank sharply, and his thin white fingers trembled.

The man smiled and came to receive the work: "His Royal Highness, this pair of silver collars is cumbersome to work, and it has only taken so long."

Zhao Shi closed the treasure box forcefully, with both hands resting on the table, his knuckles were obviously white, and he said, "Go down."

"If you think it's not good enough, the minion can let them..."

"No need." Zhao Shi interrupted him with a pale face, speaking unstable.

Before leaving, this person was still a little worried, and he couldn't help but ask Guan Shi, "His Royal Highness is annoying us?"

Guan Shi asked, "What are you here to give away today?"

"The silver collar was ordered by His Highness himself."

Guan Shi patted his thigh, "Aren't you asking for your own death?"

"But that silver collar is pretty good."

Guan Shi didn't even bother to scold him. The prince's child had passed away. Didn't he come here to add trouble?

Zhao Shi put away the silver collar worn by the child properly, and when it was locked, he was sweating coldly.

...

At this time, Mingzhu and Hongling have settled down in Yangzhou.

She bought an abandoned house with a detached house with a silver ticket. Hongling's eyes went straight when she watched her fetch the silver ticket from her pocket.

Never thought she was so rich!

The two of them had been tired for most of the day.

Hong Ling collapsed on the bed and asked curiously: "Where do you get so much money?"

Mingzhu said nonchalantly: "Creed from a dog man."

Hongling has never seen so much money in her entire life. She swallowed, "It seems that the saddler is quite rich."

Mingzhu nodded, "I have a wealth of money."

Hong Lingdan sat up, looked at her belly, and immediately had a good idea, "When your child grows up, you can let the child grab his property."

Mingzhu was amused, and her palm gently stroked her belly. "The doctor said she is a little girl."

"Ah" Hong Ling was discouraged, "Just forget the girl, it's too tired to grab the family property."

Mingzhu's feelings for this child are getting deeper and deeper these days. She said: "It's okay, I can raise her."

"We two can't sit and eat the mountains and sky, right?" Hongling said to her in advance, "I walk in the rivers and lakes, and often walk by the river, I must get wet shoes. Maybe someday the government will catch her, and she won't be able to support her for too long."

Mingzhu smiled, "Can't you just wash your hands with the golden basin?"

"I don't know anything else."

"I know a lot. After a few days of rest, we will think about what shop would be better."

"I can't tell that your writing is weak, you are quite assertive."

Mingzhu bowed her head and smiled shyly. The days when she was locked up in Zhao Shi's backyard, she imagined the days after she escaped thousands of times in her mind.

Seeing her dry mouth, Hongling stood up and poured her a glass of water, and asked: "Zhuzhu, will you return to the capital in the future?"

No matter how good Yangzhou is, it is not as prosperous as Beijing.

Mingzhu took a sip of warm water to moisturize her throat, her expression lowered with a gentle and gentle expression, she told Hongling briskly: "I won't go back in this life."

A dead person shouldn't appear in the capital.