After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu herself felt that her words were a bit ridiculous, a naive lie, and no one would believe it.

Of course Zhao Shi would not believe it. He looked at her with fear and disgust, and the steps under his feet abruptly retracted.

The scorching sun hung in the sky, and the blazing sun above his head made his face whiter. He lowered his face and said dumbly, "I will not threaten you with children."

The stone in Mingzhu's heart fell to the ground, but he didn't dare to believe his words completely.

After Xiao Man awakened Hong Ling, he ran out again, holding Mingzhu's calf, extending his arms towards her, raising her chubby face, "Mother, hug."

When the little girl is clinging to people, she likes to cling to her mother all day, and she can’t separate herself when she sleeps.

Mingzhu picked her up, afraid of basking the child, so she first blocked her from the sun with her hands, and then hugged her to rest under the pavilion.

Zhao Shi is like an outsider, unable to speak.

Mingzhu promised to make kites for her daughter, and there are oil paper and paint prepared in advance in the pavilion. She squeezed her daughter's fleshy little face, and lowered her head to discuss with her in a soft voice, "You sit down and mother will make you a kite, okay?"

The little girl was reluctant to let go of her hand, buried her between her mother's neck, and sniffed the fragrance on her mother's body.

Mingzhu laughed helplessly, "Little sticky guy."

The little girl still didn't quite understand what little sticky spirit meant, so her round and fleshy fingers grabbed her mother's collar, and after a while, she reluctantly let go of her hand.

Mingzhu put her in a small bamboo chair and concentrated on making her a kite.

Mingzhu is good at craftsmanship, but she is still puzzled by what style to draw on it. She bent over and asked, "What kind of animal does Xiaoman like?"

"Butterfly, butterfly, important butterfly and butterfly."

"good."

However, Mingzhu's painting skills are comparable to her handwriting, which is really not very good.

Mingzhu lifted the pen, did not move it, nor did she dare to act rashly.

Zhao Shi walked behind her silently, took the brush in her hand in silence, and outlined a butterfly pattern in a few strokes, which was lifelike, agile and lively.

Mingzhu's thin lips pressed into a faint straight line, she was a little annoyed, this kind of inexplicable annoyance rose in her chest, but she couldn't vent it.

Zhao Shi's voice came over heavily, "Okay."

Mingzhu didn't expect that his solemn Prince would also make these gadgets.

She did not speak.

I don't even want to give this kite to my daughter.

Xiao Man was a little restless, sat crookedly on the bamboo chair, and wanted to stand up.

Mingzhu was afraid that she would fall, so she hurriedly supported her, "Don't move."

Xiaoman's dark eyes were full of water, "Mother, I want to fly."

Mingzhu smiled hard, "Okay."

Then put the newly made kite in her hand, "Hold it and play."

Two or three-year-old children, of course, can't fly kites, they just hold the paper kite firmly in the palm of their palms, and cling to it indiscriminately.

The little girl was sleepy after playing for a while. She climbed onto Mingzhu's body, put her arms around her mother's neck, and fell asleep sniffing the familiar scent.

Mingzhu took her daughter into the room, covered her with the quilt, and then walked out of the bedroom.

She couldn't guess what Zhao Shi was planning, but it didn't matter, he couldn't stay in Yangzhou for a lifetime like her.

Mingzhu didn't even pour a cup of tea to Zhao Shi, but the man didn't mind.

He asked: "Just the three of you living here?"

Mingzhu didn't want to care about him at all, pretending to be deaf and dumb, unscrupulously making her temper.

Zhao Shi looked at her profile and saw some anger vaguely. After more than two years passed, her anger was no different from before. She didn't like to care about people.

Zhao Shi's words were gentle, and he couldn't hear the joy or anger. "Has Wei Chiyu already known that you are in Yangzhou?"

When Mingzhu heard Wei Chiyu's name from his mouth, she couldn't control her emotions. She couldn't pretend to be dumb. She stubbornly left the two words, "No."

When Zhao Shi asked her, it was just a cutscene, and she had already found out. The man suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pinched her chin, staring at her with a look through everything, his face was sarcastically, "What are you afraid of?"

His eyes were dark and cold, "Afraid I would kill him?"

Mingzhu endured without speaking.

Zhao Shi smiled, "I won't."

It is not difficult for him to take Wei Chiyu's life. But no matter how you think about it, this is a loss-making business. Did not kill him before, and will not kill him in the future.

Mingzhu raised his eyes and asked him, "When will you return to the capital?"

Zhao Shi's wrist tightened suddenly, and she clasped her chin, "You don't want to see me so much?"

Mingzhu is not as timid and timid as before, and her eyelashes tremble lightly. She said, "Yes."

Zhao Shi slowly let go of his fingers, like a knuckle in his throat.

...

The man in black with a long knife at his waist is guarded outside the small courtyard of Mingzhu, which is eye-catching. Neighbors in the neighbourhood kept scrutinizing and talking in private, but no one dared to approach the courtyard where Mingzhu lived.

Hongling wanted to drive away these cold-faced black-clothed men. He said more than half of the curses. They seemed to hear nothing.

Hongling boldly wanted to push them away, and the knife immediately hit her neck mercilessly, and the black-clothed man said coldly: "The sword is merciless. It would be no good to hurt the girl."

Hongling still cherished his little life, and ran back to the house swiftly.

"Zhuzhu, what do the few people at the door do?"

"Let them go."

"Is this the one Xiaoman's father found to look at you?"

Mingzhu took off the fringe from her hair bun and shook her back. Her long black hair was spread loosely on her back, against her thin, white face. She looked at the person in the mirror and mumbled.

It is not surprising that Zhao Zhihui sent someone to look at her.

Hong Ling was shocked, "What exactly is his identity? I think even the government officials are polite when they see him, and give in three points."

Mingzhu smiled bitterly, thought for a while, and uttered four words: "The power is overwhelming."

Although Hongling has no culture, he still understands the meaning of these four words. She looked at Mingzhu with worry, and carefully checked her breath, "Do you want to go back with him?"

Powerful person.

Domineering and ruthless, really want to do something, it's easy.

Hongling repeatedly scolded Zhao Shi several times. When she first came to Yangzhou City, she felt that Mingzhu was depressed all day long, and it was difficult for her to laugh sincerely.

Later, the child was born.

Later, she seemed to be less resistant to Master Wei, and the smile on her face increased a lot. Seeing that good things were approaching, this dog man unexpectedly came over.

Mingzhu shook his head.

Hong Ling was uneasy, "He won't force you?"

Looking at the dog man’s behavior today, he placed his own people to guard them without saying a word. They were nice to say, to protect them, but there is no danger in Yangzhou City?

Mingzhu smiled at her, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Hong Ling couldn't figure it out, "I really don't know how he found it."

Mingzhu said: "I haven't had much luck since I was a kid."

She is really a very unlucky person.

Nothing bad happened to her.

Mingzhu didn't know what Zhao Shi wanted to do. She went out every day, but no one followed her.

It's just that she hadn't seen Wei Chiyu for several days, and she hadn't asked him about him, and she was uneasy for a few days.

After another two days, Mingzhu finally saw Wei Chiyu, her eyes were facing each other, and her eye circles suddenly turned red.

Wei Chiyu's face was abnormally pale, he smirked at her, endured the pain, and asked, "Why are my eyes red?"

Mingzhu walked a few steps forward and did not dare to reach out to touch him, "Are you okay?"

Wei Chi Yu's eyebrows smiled, "What can happen to me? Don't worry."

In just a few days, Mingzhu felt that his figure looked thinner, and his complexion was pale, as if he was thin again.

Mingzhu didn't know why she wanted to cry when she saw him. She lowered her eyelashes and hid her reddish eyes. She took out the knee pads given to him a few days ago and handed them to him, "For you."

Wei Chiyu squeezed the knee pad tightly with his thin, white fingers, and said thank you to her. After a few seconds, he said, "You don't need to make it for me with your own hands."

Bother.

And he remembered that Mingzhu didn't like to do needlework at all. Before she asked her to give him some purses, she would complain several times, saying that her hands hurt.

Fine needlework will inevitably hurt your fingers.

Mingzhu said: "The ones made by hand are different from the ones you bought."

Wei Chiyu's ears were red, and he smiled, with a warm voice, "Yes, it's different."

If powder is applied to the pearl face, the snow skin porcelain muscle is smudged with three-quarter spring color. Before parting, she said to Wei Chiyu: "You have to take good care of yourself."

"good."

It took a few days before Mingzhu learned from Hongling that Wei Chiyu was seriously ill and was detained under house arrest by the government officials.

If the doctor can't get in, no one will treat him.

Mingzhu guessed that this matter must have nothing to do with Zhao Shi. The Anniversary of the past few days made her mistakenly believe that Zhao Shi had already returned to Beijing and would not come to her again. It turned out that he still wanted to force her.

Mingzhu still remembers where Zhao Shi lives. She coaxed her daughter to take a nap, then went out and took the initiative to find Zhao Shi.

The entourage at the gate of the mansion seemed to have thought that she would come today, and respectfully invited her out of the study.

Mingzhu heard a dull cough, and the heavy wooden door was opened from inside. She stepped over the threshold and stepped in with fine steps.

Zhao Shi took a few sips of warm water to suppress the blood in his throat. She was willing to come to him on the initiative, but he was not happy at all.

Zhao Shi looked at her face and asked slowly, "Are you begging me for him?"

More than two years ago, Wei Chi didn't do anything less about killing and overtaking. His hands and feet were clean and dripping. But it is not without flaws. After being found out, Zhao Shi naturally wanted him to peel off his skin.

"You said you wouldn't kill him."

Zhao Shi wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with a kerchief, "It was the person who caught it by the yamen."

When Mingzhu liked him before, she felt that she would be him in this life. But at the moment she was standing in front of him, everything in her mind was his fault.

She moved her gaze to the long sword hanging on the wall, which looked sharp.

She moved slowly and walked to Zhao Shi. The woman seemed to have an elegant orange blossom scent on her body. She grabbed his hand and put a dagger in her palm. She said, "Why don't you kill yourself first? I."

Zhao Shi's face was as white as paper, and his fingers quivered.

Mingzhu raised her delicate white face and smiled at him, "Zhao Zhi, I want to marry him."

This is the first time she smiled at him after Zhao Shi found her.