After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

There was no trace of blood on Mingzhu's face, and her limbs were limp. If it weren't for him to pull her wrists up from the ground, she would fall to the ground again.

People who thought they would never meet again in this life just appeared in front of her unexpectedly. The man's flawless face was cold and frosty, and a majesty that couldn't see the happiness and anger was pressed toward her.

Mingzhu swallowed her throat, forcibly lifted her spirits, her eyes lifted slightly, her eyes were lightly looking at him, there was no other expression, and she did not speak.

Zhao Shi didn't want to talk to her in such a serious and indifferent tone, but just now she and Wei Chi surpassed your attitude, which really burned his eyes, and his sanity almost burned away with a scorching fire. .

He tightened the force on his wrist unconsciously, and the stiff and tight jaw line made him feel cold.

After more than two years of peaceful days, Mingzhu is no longer so afraid of Zhao Shi, as if those things in the past are already in the past.

She pulled her slender, white wrist away from his palm, lowered her face and asked coldly, "How did you find it?"

It would be nice for her not to ask, but Zhao Zhi was angry again with this opening.

Day after day, year after year, the enmity and resentment surging in his heart finally forced himself to press it back, and some numbly admitted that she was indeed dead.

Every year when I come to the temples in Yangzhou City to light the children's lights, my heart will be stabbed with a few stabs, and the blood will be hot with the burning iron.

Mingzhu didn't plan to get the answer from him, she really didn't want to continue to entangle Zhao Shi, she loved this man, hated this man, and now she really let it go.

In the past two years or so, it was not that she had been frightened by him, and she woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare in the middle of the night. But gradually, she was no longer so afraid, she was relieved.

Zhao Shi took a deep breath, and the chill between his eyebrows and eyes gradually dissipated and returned to a calm and peaceful appearance. He said, "Follow me back to the capital."

The tone was not as strong and cold as before, and there was a slight trembling in the hoarse tail.

In the evening after rain showers, the cold wind blew everywhere. She was wearing a thin jacket and skirt, with light gauze covering her sleeves, and the jade beads on her bun swayed and shook gently.

After a long silence, Mingzhu opened her lips slightly, "I won't go back with you."

In the cold night, Zhao Zhili put on a cold and distant face, his complexion gradually paled, he straightened his lips, lifted his eyelids and looked at her watery eyes, those cruel words that had been choreographed countless times in his heart , Facing these slightly flushed eyes, turned into a sigh.

Mingzhu straightened her thin and thin back, and she was afraid that Zhao Shi would threaten her to force her.

So, she raised her small face, her dark eyes fixed on him, and asked in a low voice: "Zhao Zhi, would you be sad if I really died?"

She asked this sentence lightly and slowly, with a light weight, and an understatement fell on his heart.

Zhao Shi's eyes flashed the traces of pain, would he be sad? Naturally it is sad. He subconsciously avoided those memories, as if he could forget the painful pain at the time. He hadn't seen her for a long time, and even if he accidentally flipped her handwriting in the book, his fingers would tremble uncontrollably.

But he didn't like to put his emotions outside, and he didn't want anyone to see his joys, angers, sorrows and joys. Even now, when Mingzhu asked him this question indifferently, he didn't know what to reply at the moment.

Mingzhu's body was trembling coldly, her teeth bumped, she endured the chill and helped him answer, "You won't be sad."

Zhao Shi's eyebrows moved, and the sliding Adam's apple and stiff face seemed to disagree with what she said.

Mingzhu clenched her hands into fists, and she continued: "Or you won't be so sad. One day or two will pass."

Zhao Shi replied dumbly: "It's not..."

Not like she said.

Mingzhu feels so cold tonight, it has not been so cold for a long time since the spring.

Her nose was a little sour, but she was not so sad in her heart. When she was relieved, she was relieved.

"You let us go." She looked at him quietly with her eyes, "Zhao Zhi, the twisted melon is not sweet."

Zhao Shi searched for a long time before he found his dry voice. He paused and stopped every single word, and there was a bit of unspeakable heartache in his disbelief, "Let go of...who?"

Somehow Mingzhu's eyes looked redder and red, and deep sorrow was reflected in her eyes. She sucked on her red nose, "I have someone I like, can you stop breaking us up?"

The faint heartbeat when she was young, like the moist mist rising in the morning, was annihilated by Zhao Shi before she could distinguish it clearly. The joy at that time was really one-third sweet, and the heartbeat of the young girl was not so strong in an instant, but it was not so easy to forget. A little bit of meaning is worth remembering in my heart.

In the past two years, she seemed to have returned to Wei Chiyu to propose marriage at her home. He was like a moon belonging to her, shining upon her.

Mingzhu had spoken clearly enough, she didn't believe that Zhao Shi couldn't hear it, and she was not afraid to make him angry, no matter how bad it was anyway.

Zhao Shi listened to her humble, pitiful request, as if his throat was blocked, unable to breathe. The sharp blade hanging on the tip of the heart was inserted into the soft flesh without hesitation, and it stirred a circle along the way, splashing vague flesh and blood.

He clenched his fist, even if it hurt, it looked as flat as ever.

"Take it apart?" Zhao Shi frowned, his eyes looked a little confused, he took a few steps forward, his palms clasped her waist, there was no emotion in the dark and deep eyes, and he followed her with certainty. Said himself: "But you like me too."

Zhao Shi is smart and careful. She couldn't hide her cautious thinking at the time, her mouth was stiff but her eyes would betray everything.

Unexpectedly, Mingzhu did not deny it, she nodded, "But now I really... just want to live with him."

Mingzhu finally exchanged for her today's day. She couldn't breathe at the thought of the golden silk cage that Beijing had imprisoned for so long.

She slowly pushed away Zhao Shi's hand, and raised her head to see his face clearly. There was no change in this face, cold and beautiful, like an unreachable star.

She speaks softly and warmly, listening to her lack of offensive power, "You don't really want me to die in your arms, do you?"

Zhao Shi looked at her face, petite and white, her lightly drooping eyelashes covered a small green shadow, her pale pink lips were slightly straightened, stubborn and serious.

He couldn't let go of his hand, there was a touch of color in front of him, and he said bitterly: "Zhuzhu, don't say such a thing."

Zhao Shi really couldn't hear her saying dead words, so he poked his heart.

Mingzhu hummed, and then the two fell into a long silence.

Zhao Shi stretched out his hand, but before he touched her, he was sideways and avoided.

His fingers curled up into a fist, slowly falling to the other side, enduring the pain, he asked: "You have been hiding in Yangzhou for the past two years, avoiding me?"

Mingzhu nodded without hesitation, "Yes."

Zhao Shi's eyes were bleeding lines, "You said you wanted to eat sweet cakes before I left that day, did you lie to me?"

Mingzhu was silent.

Zhao Shi chuckled and asked, "You acted like a baby to me in those days, saying that you were playing with me if you didn't leave me?"

Mingzhu raised her eyes, "That's right."

All just lied to him to take off his defenses.

Zhao Shi faintly responded to the word "U". He obviously wanted to say something soft to her, and wanted to ask her how well she had been in Yangzhou these two years? Have you been bullied? But the bones are so hard that I can't tell.

Yangzhou is no more than the capital, there are more fireworks and willow alleys, and there are more people traveling from north to south. There are also unreasonable and unreasonable head dragons. She is a weak woman who cannot be wronged.

Zhao Shi didn't dare to use strong means to force her now, he was also afraid that the fish would die and the net would break, and the threats would not work.

He wants her to live well.

Zhao Shi said, "I will see you again tomorrow."

Mingzhu's face is low, her voice is very small, but it is enough for him to hear clearly, "You don't want to come."

Zhao Shi pretended not to hear a word, and left with a calm face.

However, he still kept someone outside the yard.

Mingzhu slowly lifted her face, her eyes staring into the night sky empty. After a long time, he lifted his heavy steps and walked back to the bedroom.

She pushed open the door, her hands and feet were relieved, and she fell to the ground with cold sweat on her back.

Hong Ling hurried over to help her. Mingzhu couldn't stand up with her legs soft. She sat on the ground, airy, "Hong Ling, when did he find it?"

"Not long after you went out with an umbrella."

Hong Ling was scared to death. When the group of people broke in, they were murderous. Several men with knives had fierce scars on their faces.

The headed man looked gentle, but his aura was sharper than the one carrying the knife.

She wanted to shout for help, and immediately put a long sword on her neck, making her shut up.

Fortunately, they do things with a little conscience, knowing to avoid children.

Hong Ling stumbled, "Is that man Xiaoman's father?"

"Um."

"I thought he was going to take Xiaoman away today, and it scared me to death."

"He touched Xiaoman?"

Hong Ling nodded, and even played backgammon with Xiao Man, driving her around her neck, as if she was quite spoiled.

Mingzhu's thumb silently tightened her sleeves. What she was most afraid of was that Zhao Shi would **** the child away from her.

It doesn't matter, if he really wants to do this, she will put a knife into his hand and let him kill her. Unless she is dead, no one should think of taking the child away.

Mingzhu had a nightmare and woke up before dawn the next day.

When the bright colors were faintly visible outside the window, Mingzhu got up and got dressed and went to the kitchen to cook porridge with vegetables and lean meat.

After making breakfast, Mingzhu lifted her daughter from the bed and fed her half a bowl of porridge.

The little girl was only worried about yesterday's kite. With her eyes open, she was still making gestures, "Mother, Xiaoman is going to fly!"

Mingzhu rubbed her head, "Okay."

What Zhao Shilai saw was this picture. He could hardly imagine what Mingzhu would look like when he was a mother. She is still a childish little girl herself.

Zhao Shi just walked over.

Mingzhu hugged the child tightly, looking wary.

This defensive gaze stung his eyes.

Mingzhu touched her daughter's face, "Go and ask Hongling sister to get up."

The little girl listened to her mother's words very much. She was too good to behave in front of Mingzhu.

Then stepped on his short legs and ran to Hongling's house.

Mingzhu's nervous hands trembled, and she swallowed her throat, pretending to be calm: "The child is not yours."