After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

It was just after the beginning of spring, and the temperature was severely cold at night. The rustling cold wind hit the face, and the ice pierced into the bone.

Mingzhu asked the maid to borrow a cloak, wrapped her daughter tightly, hugged her in her arms, and brought home.

The little girl was sleeping, her cheeks flushed, and her body exuded a sweet smell.

Mingzhu put her lightly on the bed and checked her body carefully, but she was completely relieved when she found no obvious injuries.

Mingzhu was in a cold sweat, and the single clothes she was wearing were soaked in sweat. It pressed tightly against her skin, suddenly giving birth to a little chill.

She turned around and saw Hong Ling, who was afraid to step forward. She sighed and couldn't say too much to her, "Don't be so careless next time."

Hongling was almost scared to death during the day. Now that she thinks about it, she wants to cry a little bit. She has always been careless and hesitated at this moment, not knowing what to say, blushing, especially ashamed, "I will never take her alone again. went out."

"You have been tired for a day too, so sit down and rest for a while."

Hong Ling obediently listened to her and sat on the soft side, rubbing her stiff and sore thighs.

Mingzhu went to change into clean clothes, and used a wooden hairpin to pull up her long hair, and then took the food that had been cold on the table to the kitchen to heat it up.

It’s just a pity that the chicken soup doesn’t taste great after it’s heated. Mingzhu brought the hot food back to the table, "Hongling, come and eat."

Hong Ling buried his face in a very small voice, "Okay."

She took a small step and walked to Mingzhu and sat down. For a while, she still couldn't get through the hurdle in her heart. She looked up and grumbled with hunger.

Mingzhu helped her with a bowl of soup and pushed it in front of her, "After drinking the soup, it's appetizing."

There is also her favorite chicken drumstick in the bowl.

Hong Ling raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes, with a bit of force, and her red eyes became even redder by her rubbing. She said thank you, and drank the soup silently.

Mingzhu herself was not very hungry, she was too tired after being overwhelmed with great sadness and joy. She really couldn't give up her appetite, but she still ate a la carte with Hongling.

After dinner, Hongling took the initiative to wash the bowl. It’s not early. She should have gone to bed after finishing her work. After all, she couldn’t get past the hurdles in her heart. So she knocked open the door of Mingzhu’s room and said a few words of sorry to her with red eyes, "Zhuzhu, I’m so sorry. It’s not intentional."

"I know." Mingzhu felt uncomfortable looking at her like this.

Hong Ling raised a pair of bright red eyes, and said pitifully, "Can you not be angry with me?"

Mingzhu was startled, and then smiled, "I am not angry anymore."

At first, I heard that she had lost her child. She was indeed angry and anxious. Later, when she was busy looking for the child, she couldn't be angry. She was also wrong in this matter. When Xiaoman was clamoring for her in the afternoon, she should make time to hug her.

Hong Ling calmed down a little, "Just don't be angry with me."

She was afraid that Mingzhu would be angry, so she didn't want her.

"Go back to your room and go to bed soon."

"Well, Zhuzhu, you go to bed earlier."

...

Zhao Shi stood in the faintly dim night, unable to recover for a long time. His dark pupils stared in the direction where she disappeared. He slowly frowned, unable to tell whether it was the illusion that appeared before his eyes or the truth. of.

Hunting in the cold wind on spring nights, he wears few clothes, a thin shirt with wide sleeves, and a placket swaying in the wind. The man’s dark hair is languidly tied in the jade crown, a delicate snow-white face, picturesque eyebrows as if covered with a touch of frost, the surface looks calm as water, but in fact the tight jaws and rigid edges and corners have been sold out. Up him.

An unnatural red gradually appeared in the bottom of his eyes, and his Adam's apple went up and down two times. He turned his face away, his voice hoarse, "Who was that person just now?"

The maid replied, "Master Hui, the child's mother, came over to pick up people."

Zhao Zhi's head was a little dizzy, and his jaw line was cold and sharp. He clenched his fist, as if making a sound of dislocation of joints. He spoke clearly and literally, "The child's...mother?"

"Yes."

"What does it look like?"

Zhao Shi was afraid that he had misunderstood, the night is dim and dim, and it is possible to misunderstand him.

The maid recalled it carefully, but she didn't know how to describe it, "Very beautiful."

Zhao Shi's cold eyes crossed, and the little maid was frightened, and her voice became tense. "The eyes are round and there is a small mole at the end of the eye."

The small silver bracelet in Zhao Shi's hand was deformed by him. The clenched teeth were vaguely penetrated by blood. He swallowed the smell of blood, the expression on his face became quite complicated, and there was hatred and excitement in his beautiful eyes. , The blood circulating in the body seemed to be burning hot. He downplayed, "I see."

Later, he ordered: "Call the people from the Yamen."

The prefect and the head catcher on duty tonight were called over.

There was a pot of cold tea on the desk. Zhao Zhi's slender, white fingers were placed on the handle of the pot lightly, and he poured himself a cup of cold tea with expressionless face, took a few sips, and asked blankly: Do you recognize the person who lost the child?"

The prefect had never seen it and only said that he didn't know.

The head catcher is recognizable, and he blurted out under nervousness, "Pretty."

The two young girls looked pretty good. Especially the one he saw later, the light was not good, and it was a rare beauty. After the two people left, he remembered where he had seen her.

"One looks similar to the girl in the portrait two years ago."

The tea cup in the man's hand was crushed by him, and the sharp blade cut his fingers. He didn't care at all. Instead, he sneered and said "Um".

She really wasn't dead.

She dared to deceive him, play with him, play with him like this, and even have a child. Hiding in Yangzhou for so long.

"The two opened a pastry shop and the business was pretty good. They live in the alleys in the south of the city, and they don't go out on weekdays."

Zhao Shi did not listen carefully to what he was talking about. His emotions were a little out of control. In the past two years, he always woke up from nightmares in cold sweat, dreaming about her day after day, sometimes he looked at himself in the mirror, They all feel that he has been tortured in a non-human form.

The blood line in his eyes is getting deeper and deeper.

...

When the light was shining the next day, the little man in Mingzhu's arms woke up. The little girl rubbed her eyes, her eyes were dumbfounded, and a small curl on her head rose up, very cute.

Mingzhu was awakened by her, enduring sleepiness and exhaustion, helped her daughter to dress up, and asked softly: "Xiaoman, what do you want to eat this morning?"

The little girl obediently lay on her mother's shoulders, her voice softened, and the hearts of the people who listened to it were melted. She said, "I want to eat buns filled with red bean paste."

Mingzhu hugged her, "Mother takes you out to buy."

Just out of the alley, there is a long street selling food, full of fragrance.

Xiaoman was raised in vain and fat by Mingzhu. She was very heavy in her arms. Her arms were a little sore, but she was reluctant to let the child down. She walked to a steamed bun shop and bought a cage of steamed buns filled with red bean paste and meat.

Mingzhu paid the money, looked down at her daughter again, and asked with a smile, "What else would Xiaoman want to eat?"

The little girl shook her head, "Nothing else."

"good."

After buying the buns, Mingzhu didn't want to stay outside and was planning to go home. Xiao Man hugged her neck and pointed his small thumb to the opposite stall, "Wind!...Fly!...Fly Fei!"

Mingzhu turned around and saw that she was selling kites.

She made a kite by herself last time for her to play with. The little girl was just playing with her new toy, and she had forgotten that this flying thing was called a kite.

Mingzhu touched her hair, "Go home mother will make you a more beautiful one, okay?"

The paper kites displayed on the stalls were not very beautiful in shape, and they used paper that couldn't resist the wind. They would be destroyed by the wind after a few times.

Xiao Man nodded, and the little body that had just bounced back obediently went back, his voice soft and waxy, "Okay."

Mingzhu hugged her back home, locked the courtyard door before letting her go to the ground.

The little girl walked around in the yard with her short legs, fell on the ground, was stunned for a long time, then burst into tears with a grin, sobbed and choked so she was not wronged.

Mingzhu saw it and found it amused. She helped her up and gently patted the dust off her body, "Does my **** hurt?"

"pain."

"Walk slowly."

The little girl pretended not to understand, she looked at her with big watery eyes, "Xiao Man is hungry."

Mingzhu sighed and took her little hand to the house for breakfast.

Mingzhu didn't realize that she had been targeted. The carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley. After a long time, the man sitting in the carriage said slowly, "Let's go."

The hidden guard he brought from the capital naturally stayed.

The man ordered, "Be careful, don't startle, let her find out."

"Subordinates understand."

Before Zhao Shi had figured out what to do with her, he could barely restrain himself from rushing out, grabbing her back, and be patient again and again before he calmed down.

She is a little fatter and looks good. From her face, she knows that she has had a good two years and is at ease.

Zhao Shi has long been tired of the trick of running away from me. He thought of thousands of ways to lock people up last night, so that she would never have a chance to escape from him in this life, and there are ways to scare her. .

But just now I saw her holding her child with a smiling face and standing in the faintly brilliant sunshine in the early morning, and all other thoughts can be thrown away, as long as the person is alive.

He wants her to live.

Zhao Shi's heart seemed to twitch again, and there was a burst of sorrow. He lifted the curtain of the car to breathe, and his pale face eased slightly.

Mingzhu always feels that she is staring at her with eyes behind her in the past few days, and she feels uneasy, afraid that something will happen.

It was rainy in the spring, and there was a heavy spring rain in the city that evening, with the sound of rain lingering, and half an hour later, the rain in the sky was a little less.

Mingzhu put the child to sleep and found an unused oil-paper umbrella from the box. She took the umbrella and said to Hongling, "I'll go out."

Hong Ling was puzzled, "Do you still want to go out in such a heavy rain?"

After going back and forth, the clothes must be soaked.

Mingzhu glanced at the sky, the raindrops hit the ground one by one, and the turbid rain flowed out along the cracks in the stone on the ground. She bit her lower lip and said, "He didn't bring an umbrella."

Hong Ling was stunned, "Who?"

Mingzhu's face was obviously red, and she whispered three words: "Wei Chiyu."

"Oh, then you go quickly!"

Mingzhu took another oil-paper umbrella and ran out. There was no one on the road in the heavy rain, but she still felt like a man on her back. She stopped and looked back. There was no one on the street.

Mingzhu suppressed the confusion, and then walked forward.

Halfway, Mingzhu ran into Wei Chiyu. The man held the umbrella handle in his hand and frowned slightly. He seemed surprised that he would meet her here, "Zhuzhu, why are you here?"

The man wore a blue shirt, he couldn't see the expression on his face in the dimming sky, and after a few steps, he could also feel the temperament of his body that was not angry and prestigious.

Mingzhu wanted to hide the oil-paper umbrella behind her, she couldn't hide it, she bowed her head and told the truth, "The rain is too big, I thought you didn't bring an umbrella, just..."

Wei Chiyu asked: "Just what?"

Mingzhu blushed by the magnetic voice, she couldn't tell.

Wei Chiyu gently held her slender wrist, led her under the eaves, took out a handkerchief to wipe away the water marks on her face, he said: "Come to pick me up, right?"

Mingzhu's wrist was still held in his hand, and her red neck betrayed her shyness, "Yeah."

Wei Chi Yu Wensheng explained to her: "I didn't bring an umbrella. My colleague borrowed one from me."

Mingzhu stumbled upon speaking, "Oh."

Wei Chiyu hadn't spoken to her for several days. He suddenly took out a pair of earrings from his sleeves and placed them in her palms, "I got them two days ago."

Yingluo jasper beads, inlaid in gold thread, these earrings look expensive.

Mingzhu winked and shy, her cheeks were hot, "Give it to me?"

Wei Chiyu smiled and asked, "Otherwise?"

"Oh." After a while, she was finally willing to raise her head and look at him with her face upright. She was very charming and shy. She said, "I like it very much."

She also has something to give him.

It's a pity that I didn't bring it out today, so I had to give it to him another day.

The two waited under the eaves until the rain stopped.

Mingzhu was clasped with her ten fingers. She acquiesced to this action. Suddenly, she said, "I saw a girl handing you a letter that day."

There is more than one. Wei Chiyu is really popular in Yangzhou City.

Wei Chiyu said softly: "Is there?"

Mingzhu said affirmatively: "Yes."

"I forgot."

"Then what do you remember?"

Wei Chi said solemnly: "You."

The people around and the things around are far less important than her.

Mingzhu was so excited by this simple word, her tail couldn't help but to lift up, saying this, she walked outside the courtyard gate.

Mingzhu reluctantly said goodbye to him. Suddenly, she didn't know where her courage came from. She turned around and hugged him, touched it lightly, and then turned and quickly entered the house.

She seems to like Wei Chiyu more and more.

The yard is quiet and weird.

Mingzhu called Hongling several times, but no one answered her.

A man walked out of the promenade, his brows were clear, his expression was as cold as frost, his mouth was filled with an impenetrable smile, his eyes were a thick black, without emotion.

Mingzhu was frightened and fell to the ground.

The man walked up to her, clasped her wrist, and pulled her up. He asked, "I can bear so much, how come my legs become weak when I see me?"