After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Zhao Shi curled up his mouth, with a mocking smile in his eyes, looked at him coldly, and faintly said congratulations.

Zhao Shi didn't like Wei Chiyu at any time. He didn't want to talk with him more, so he turned around and left Lingchan Temple.

Wei Chi Yutti returned to the side room of the temple's backyard with food, Mingzhu was asleep on the table. The light from the window lattice shone on her face, the loose black hair pressed against the back of her back, her sleeping face was quiet, her icy skin was calm, her lips were slightly opened, and her thick black eyelashes fell on her eyelids, cute and cute.

He stretched out his hand and dropped it in the air, his thin snow-white fingers curled up silently, not having the heart to wake her up.

Mingzhu has been lethargic since she was pregnant, and sometimes she could sleep on the edge of the bed while talking to Hongling. I sleep a lot but not long. I wake up after a heavy sleep, and it's only half an hour.

There was no one in the wing. She raised her hand and the cloak slowly slipped from her shoulders. The snow-colored cloak is thick and warm, and there is still a clear rosin on it.

Wei Chiyu pushed open the door, saw her awake, and asked: "Is it cold?"

There was always a cold wind coming in near the window, and there was a heavy rain last night, and she was only wearing a thin undergarment today, which could not stop the cold.

Mingzhu just woke up, her hands and feet were soft, her expression looked a little startled, and there were two prints on her delicate and white cheeks. She shook her head, "It's not cold."

Just a little tired.

Wei Chiyu looked at her a few more times. The girl had a ruddy complexion, with hazy dampness in her eyes, her eyebrows glowing red, she was half drunk, and she was obviously not sleeping enough.

He lowered his eyes in silence, "Come and eat something."

Mingzhu hadn't been alone in a room with him before, but now she doesn't know what happened, and she can't get along easily. She always has to think about what she doesn't have, and blushes when she thinks too much.

She moved slowly to the table, smelled the aroma of the pastry, and swallowed. Her belly screamed a few times, and she didn't want to lift her embarrassed head.

Mingzhu couldn't stop eating now, and she swept away the food on the table. After eating and drinking, she leaned on the chair and didn't want to move.

Wei Chiyu suddenly stretched out his hand to her, his fingertips almost touching her cheek, Mingzhu evaded her face nervously.

Wei Chi paused, and his warm fingertips gently pinched her chin, and wiped off the debris from the corners of her mouth with his fingertips, "Okay."

He seemed to have just made an ordinary move, calm and calm.

Pearl is not so good, the ears are soft and numb, hot and red, like burning.

The sky was getting dark outside the window, the windows were not very windproof, the room was a bit cold, and the light from the shaking of the oil lamps was not very bright. Fortunately, she was able to keep her red cheeks from being noticed.

She exhaled deeply, and warned herself over and over again in her heart that Wei Chiyu was a gentleman, and he used to pull her hair in a bun, but she didn't think there was anything.

Wei Chiyu didn't bother her much either, "Take a good night's sleep tonight, and we will go back tomorrow morning."

"Um."

But soon, the slightly old wooden door was pushed open from outside, and Wei Chi came in with two quilts. The corners of her lips opened slightly, a little surprised, "This is?"

Wei Chiyu helped her make the bed again and explained: "The cold is too heavy."

This room has been backlit all the year round, without the sun, and the continuous rain in the autumn is even worse.

Mingzhu actually felt a bit cold, and she was going to sleep in two pairs of socks.

Wei Chiyu went to fill her with a hand warmer to protect her from the cold.

Mingzhu's cold hands were against the hand warmer, and her whole body became much warmer. She whispered thank you to him.

The corner of Wei Chiyu's mouth raised slightly, and she rubbed her hair lightly, "Go to sleep."

The door closed again, blocking the cold wind and air in the night.

Mingzhu heated the bedding with a hand warmer, and then crawled into the bed. She closed her eyes for a while and did not fall asleep. When Wei Chiyu told her that Zhao Shi was now in Yangzhou City, she couldn't help but feel frightened.

I don't know why he came to Yangzhou city so dumb, it is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and he doesn't like rainy days.

Mingzhu tossed and turned, comforting herself in her heart, and Zhao Shi would return to the capital in a few days.

The weather will pick up a lot in the coming day. Mingzhu got up early and returned to her small yard. Hongling grabbed her hand and complained, "Why didn't you come back last night?"

"Something happened."

"What's the matter? Is it troublesome?"

Mingzhu nodded, "There is a little trouble."

She was standing under the sun, her body was a bit cumbersome, and she had to hold Hongling's hand when she went up the steps. She said, "Let's close the shop first these few days."

Hong Ling opened her eyes wide, looked at her in disbelief and asked, "Why?"

She's not afraid of hardship or tiredness, and she's afraid that she won't be able to make money! Other things are just passing by, only silver is the treasure that can be pinched in the palm of the hand.

She was a little anxious, and said quickly: "I can do it alone."

Mingzhu knows that Hongling's personality is a bit stubborn. If she can't convince her, she will definitely not agree.

"The man who lied to me is now in Yangzhou City."

Hong Ling suddenly got angry from the side of her guts, and grinned with a particularly fierce expression, "It's just right! I'll beat him to death with a stick to help you teach him well."

On the way they came to Yangzhou from the capital together, Hongling felt really boring, so she pestered Mingzhu to tell her stories about her and the saddler.

Mingzhu couldn't bear her stalker and told a half-truth.

After listening to the angry jump, Hong Ling rolled up his sleeves filled with righteous indignation and said that he would avenge her.

This kind of dog man who grabs people who are not married and happy, they are owe!

"No, he thought I was dead, I can live in peace today." Mingzhu sighed, breathing deeply and slowly, she said slowly: "Besides, he is powerful and powerful, and we can't afford it. ."

Hongling seemed to understand, he curled his lips, and asked somewhat unconvinced: "Is he very good?"

Mingzhu looked into her eyes and nodded earnestly: "Well, a distinguished family background."

Hong Ling was discouraged for a while, "So do you want to avoid him?"

Mingzhu sat down, the doors and windows were open for ventilation, and the right amount of sunlight was shining on her face. She narrowed her eyes and said, "If you can't afford it, you can only hide. He will return to the capital in a few days."

Hong Ling held the pillow in her arms, got a needle from somewhere in her hand, and poked hard at the soft pillow on her knees, took the pillow and let it out. She said, "It's okay. If he finds you, I will take it. You run."

Yangzhou City couldn't stay there, so it went to the south. The sky is big and the earth is big, and there is more than one place to shelter.

Mingzhu looked down at her belly. She was too heavy to move. Otherwise she would go to the country to avoid it.

The shop was closed, and the customers who had been here a few days ago didn't know what happened, so they didn't forget to inquire about it.

There were too many people asking, Hongling told Mingzhu about it.

Mingzhu thought for a while and asked Hongling to buy paper, pen and inkstone from outside. She asked Hongling, "Do you know how to read?"

Hong Ling shook his head blankly, "No."

Mingzhu had no choice but to personally write the seal for the temporary closure and rest. Her handwriting was the same as before, and she still had a sharp look when she wrote, and the font was very regular.

She handed the cloth sticker to Hongling, "Take it and post it at the door of the shop."

"Zhuzhu, it turns out that you can write, so good." Although Hong Ling could not recognize the characters, she could feel that her characters should be beautiful.

Mingzhu blushed because of her embarrassment, her thin cheeks were half-baked, and she was half-baked. She said, "I only know how to fur."

There is no great knowledge. Zhao Shi forced her to refine the words.

Hongling posted this piece of paper on the door of the shop. After that, fewer people came to ask questions. He just wanted to know when they could open it again.

The students in Yangzhou City like to take care of their business. The cook is beautiful and has good craftsmanship, especially the pregnant girl, who speaks softer than water.

Hong Ling's appearance is not bad, as long as she doesn't open her mouth, she looks very small at Jiabiyu.

Zhao Shi had planned to leave Yangzhou a long time ago. Something happened temporarily. Shaoqing Zhang of Dali Temple died unexpectedly. The murderer did it cleanly and left no trace.

The fourth grade official of the imperial court died suddenly. This case must be investigated carefully. It's a pity that the parents of Yangzhou City really lacked the talent for investigating the case. A few days later, they had no clue, and even wanted to report that Zhang Qu had hanged himself to death.

But now that His Royal Highness is still in Yangzhou, this case is not easy to fool.

Zhao Shi was not interested in investigating. Zhang Qu was a criminal officer before, and he did many murders with the help of a knife. There are many enemies, and there are not a few people who want to destroy his mouth.

This person will die if he dies, and nothing can be hindered.

But he died at the wrong time and wrong place. Moreover, Zhao Shi asked Wei Liu to investigate.

Wei Liu returned without success, half kneeling down, "Subordinates are incompetent."

Zhao Shi wore a thin dark straight embellishment. The autumnal mood was getting stronger. His face was pale with cold. He had just washed and put on his body with a faint fragrance, dark hair slipped, and his body was thin. Shaking lightly, he looked at the moonlight and said lightly: "Can't even you find it out?"

"The murderer was a knight who took money to do things, and soon after Zhang Qu died, he also died."

In this way, he couldn't ask the person who instigated him to do things.

Zhao Shi didn't have much interest in the first place, and his eyelids lifted, "It doesn't take so much time to kill a Zhang Qu."

Kill a chicken with a sledgehammer.

"Xu is to be foolproof." Wei Liu guessed.

The white jade chess piece held by Zhao Zhi’s fingertips was put back by him. He glanced at the game, raised his face, and said faintly: “It is indeed for foolproof, but I really can’t remember, who would want it so desperately. His life."

"His Royal Highness, will you continue to investigate?"

Zhao Shi now coughs as soon as it blows, and his throat is itchy and painful, making him uncomfortable. He said, "Forget it, it's not necessary. If you die, you will die."

The case came to an end, and the one who was happiest was the prefect, so he didn't have to be afraid to frighten His Royal Highness and anger him.

The prefect was afraid that the prince would be uncomfortable in Yangzhou, so he specially prepared singing and dancing and planned to offer some beauties.

But his calculations fell through.

His Royal Highness only sat for a while before leaving the table. The prefect had to wrong a few beauties and asked them to work as maids in the yard of the prince.

If you are really capable and won the prince's favor, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future.

At the end of the banquet, the confidant around the prefect reminded him with a sad face, "His Royal Highness has lost his concubine, I am afraid it is out of interest."

"You don't understand this. Your Royal Highness is lonely now, and it's even more necessary for the beautiful lady who has spent the last time to solve it."

"But I heard that His Royal Highness went to Lingchan Temple a few days ago and asked the host to supersede his children who had not been born safely. Adults should not try to figure out the feelings of His Highness without authorization."

"This, this... how can this be good?"

"Hurry up and take back the girls who were sent over."

The prefect didn't even catch the point when he flattered him, but instead stepped on firecrackers everywhere.

Zhao Shi has been in Yangzhou for half a month, and in a few days, he will return to the capital by boat. Moyue will not be coming to Jiangnan in the near future.

Song Huaiqing was embarrassed not to do anything at the request of his aunt. Take Zhao Shi to stroll around the most prosperous area in Yangzhou City.

The vendors on the street clamored loudly.

Song Huaiqing walked and found him behind. He turned his head and saw that he had a headache, "His Royal Highness, do you want to buy it?"

The stalls were all deceiving children, flowers, butterflies, and paper tigers.

Zhao Shi was silent, and paid without saying a word. He didn't know what he was thinking with the butterfly in his hand.

Song Huaiqing closed the fan in his hand and slowly said to him, "I heard that there is a very delicious cake on this street. Would you like to go and take a look?"

Zhao Shi expressionlessly said in a low voice, "I don't like to eat cakes."

"Of course I know you don't like to eat, just ask casually."

But one person likes it very much. Often when he can't eat it, he often looks at him with those pitiful water eyes, shakes his arms, and whispers to him to behave like a baby.

When Zhao Shi thinks of her, his heart hurts. He frowned, "Go and see."

Song Huaiqing led him to the door of the shop and looked at the closed wooden door with a very regretful tone, "It didn't even open."

The notice of closure was posted by the door, a small piece of paper, inconspicuous.

Song Huaiqing took a few steps forward, barely reading the words and sentences on it. After reading it, he felt that the words on this piece of paper were really...not very good-looking.

Well-behaved, I don't know which thing was written by a decadent scholar.

Zhao Shi lowered his eyes, his mind seemed to be taken away by the butterfly in his hand, his eyes didn't look at him at all.

Song Huaiqing now feels that his cousin is asking him for help. She is really making a fuss, isn't she just dead? Zhao Shi didn't look very sad, and there was almost no pain on his face.

"I didn't know before. His Royal Highness used to like these gadgets."

Holding it in his hand, looking at it for a long time, his eyes are terrible attachments.

The distortion in Zhao Zhi's heart is also hidden under the taciturn appearance. He is indeed obsessed to the point of morbidity, and he comes to Yangzhou with a box niche containing his ashes.