After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Zhao Zhi's heart was empty, his face gradually grayed, and he tried his best to restrain his emotions.

The dagger he was holding in his palm seemed to be poked into his heart. He swallowed the astringent throat, his tight eye sockets were a bit swollen and painful, and there was a layer of dark and cold fog crawling in front of his eyes, which concealed his happiness and anger. .

Zhao Shi's voice sounded a little carelessly, "How clean do you think Wei Chiyu is?"

Half sarcasm and half ridicule.

Wei Chi has been over the past two years, with aggressive means, doing things ruthlessly, simply and neatly, leaving no leeway. Only then did he stabilize his position, and he also had a lot of human lives on his hands.

Mingzhu pursed her lips in silence, and the complexion she finally developed on her face became ugly again.

Zhao Shi was both sad and annoyed by what she had just said. It was obvious that he loved her smile so much, but the smile that overflowed from the corners of her eyes and eyebrows really plunged into his flesh, and he was so painful.

Zhao Shi squeezed Mingzhu's wrist forcefully, not giving her a chance to escape, her thin lips pursed faintly, and her tone did not fluctuate. I'm afraid he can't even remember how many lives were there."

Mingzhu trembled lightly all over her body, the thin cloth was close to her body, and the hem of the light gauze skirt was shaking with it. She was in a hurry to go out and didn't care about changing her clothes, but her clothes were breathable but looked a little thin.

She seemed to be shaking with anger, and she was not as good at talking as him, and she didn't even refute for a while.

When Mingzhu was angry and anxious at first, she blushed easily and her neck turned red. There were gilt and red agate eardrops hanging on the pink-white earlobes, shaking, as if they were about to fall off.

Seeing her avoiding herself like a snake and scorpion, Zhao Zhi felt really uncomfortable and almost vomiting blood. Why does she hate him more than before?

He knew he couldn't be anxious. When he arbitrarily snatched her from Ming's house, he didn't intend to take her heart.

But people's hearts are greedy.

He wanted her to really like him, even if she smiled at him.

Mingzhu raised her eyes, her clear and bright eyes fixedly staring at him, "What about this?"

She went on to say: "I don't know how many people he killed. I don't know if he is as scheming as you said. I only know that he has never hurt me or forced me to do things that I don't like."

Mingzhu never asked Wei Chiyu about official affairs, and he never took the affairs of the mansion in front of her and told her.

Zhao Shi was very angry, didn't she always think he was cruel and cold-blooded? The same thing falls on Wei Chiyu's head, how is his attitude very different?

His fingers gently pinched her chin, and his cold breath fell on the side of her neck.

Mingzhu tried to make a profit, but did not break away. She raised her face slightly and looked directly at the man's dark eyes. She said, "Even if he is a prisoner now, you can't even let the doctor look at him."

The breath that was stuck in Zhao Shi's chest lingered, "Whoever catches the person, you go to whom, this matter has nothing to do with me."

He just pushed the boat along the river.

If Wei Chiyu died in prison before the case was cleared, he could only be blamed for his bad life.

Mingzhu pushed him away, looking at him with red eyes full of resentment.

Zhao Shi avoided her gaze, and he said quietly, "You come back with me, and I will let them go. These cases can also be ignored."

The rabbit was anxious and bit someone. Mingzhu suddenly grabbed the dagger from his hand. She put the knife across her neck. She didn't seem to want to catch it. She used her wrist fiercely, and the sharp blade almost pierced her throat. The throat.

Zhao Shi's face changed, and he took the knife from her hand, his tight jaw line was sharp and hard, his eyes were cold, his back was cold, and his shirt was wet with cold sweat.

He held the blade in his palm, the sharp piece cut his palm, and the warm blood slid down the blade and dripped on his cuff.

Zhao Shi didn't seem to feel any pain, and two terrible wounds were clearly drawn in his palms, and the **** water looked shocking.

He threw the dagger aside blankly, his eyes filled with water, fragile and vulnerable.

Zhao Shi suddenly remembered the dream he had had over and over again, she was covered in blood dying in front of him. White paper lanterns, people lying in coffins, tombstones standing in the green hills.

He deliberately avoided those scenes, never dared to remember it easily, every time he recalled the pain in his heart, he could almost make him straighten up.

Zhao Shi rarely had things that didn't go well since he was a child, and everything was in his strategizing. The character of hot outside and cold inside made him seem to care less about anything, cold and alienated, like a cold moon in the sky.

He himself felt so before.

Now Zhao Shi has long understood that he is also afraid of things, he is afraid of Mingzhu's death.

In the past two years, Zhao Shi did not allow anyone to mention Mingzhu in front of him, did not give her extra life, and did not want to bury her. All this was just a cowardly refusing to admit that she was dead.

Zhao Shi's palm was still dripping blood, and the floor was covered with precious carpets made from Western Regions, depicting patterns unique to the Western Regions. If the hair is stained with blood, it can't be washed clean.

The wound was a bit deep and the skin was open and fleshy.

The fiery tingling sensation, like being burned by a fierce fire.

The doors and windows in the study were closed tightly, the light was naturally not too bright, it was dim and gray, and the candlelight was shining on his eyebrows. His expression seemed a bit painful, and his hoarse voice sounded a bit painful. He said, "Don't hurt yourself."

Word by word, speaking slowly, for fear that she could not hear clearly.

Hot and damp blood flowed out slowly along the lines of the palm, Zhao Shi's face looked whiter and whiter, and his lips were not very beautiful.

Mingzhu stared at him blankly, her expression unchanged, she looked at him coldly and alertly.

Zhao Zhi's blood-red eyes were filled with mist. After a long time, his throat moved, and he didn't say what he wanted to say.

Ask him to find someone to see a doctor for Wei Chiyu, but he can't do it.

It is absolutely impossible to release people like this.

Mingzhu also figured it out now, it's no use looking for him. She didn't even look at him, turned and ran out.

There was no extra expression on Zhao Shi's face, and his eyes were cold. He found some medicine to stop the bleeding and sprinkled some powder on the wound. His complexion remained unchanged under the intense pain.

The blood has stopped, and the wound is still painful.

The **** dagger was thrown on the table. Zhao Shi coldly took the dagger in his hand, pressing his thumb against the blade, and the white knuckles made a dry noise. After a while, the blade was broken by him.

Mingzhu went to the government office and spent some money to inquire about Wei Chiyu from the head catcher.

The head catcher took the money but didn't take the matter seriously. He was very perfunctory. "It was the person we caught. Master Wei was involved in several murder cases."

Mingzhu was dumb, with a pitiful expression, "Can I see him?"

The head catcher said awe-inspiringly: "How can this be done?! No one can see him until the case is over."

Mingzhu had already prepared, and untied the heavy purse on her waist. There were dozens of pieces of silver in it. She secretly stuffed it into the head catcher's hand, "Brother, it's convenient."

The head catcher squeezed the silver in his hand, opened one eye and closed one eye, "At most half a stick of incense, we will come out when it's time, and we don't have a good fruit to eat when someone finds out."

Mingzhu wiped her tears and smiled, "I know."

The dungeon was dark and damp, with almost no light. Rats and cockroaches crawled along the corners.

Mingzhu stepped on the embroidered shoes and drew blood cautiously. She tried to feel nauseous and took her to the cell where Wei Chiyu was detained, and then went out.

The thin man sat quietly against the wall. There was a small table beside him with nothing on it.

Mingzhu saw his eyes wet, and she whispered his name softly.

Wei Chiyu opened his eyes in response, looked calm, and smiled at her, "Why are you here?"

Mingzhu beckoned to him, "Come here."

Wei Chi paused for a moment, but obediently listened to her and moved over slowly. The hoarse voice did not hinder his gentleness, "What's the matter?"

Mingzhu reached out and touched her face. The man was dazed, not knowing how to react.

Her little hands were a little cold, and they were very comfortable against his face.

Mingzhu seemed to cry, "You burned so badly."

Wei Chiyu said, "It's okay."

Mingzhu found out that he still had injuries. She choked up and asked, "Did they torture you?"

Wei Chiyu shook his head, "No."

This little injury really cannot be regarded as torture.

Wei Chi is not at all worried that he will not be able to get out. He is careful and thorough in doing things. He never leaves evidence. He was detained with excuses. If they can't find conclusive evidence, they will release him sooner or later.

In a panic, Mingzhu took the box behind her and opened the box. There was not only food but also some medicine to stop bleeding and pain. She gave him all her brain and wiped her tears, "I will save you out."

Wei Chiyu suddenly called her nickname, "Zhuzhu."

Mingzhu didn't want to listen at all.

Wei Chiyu shook her hand. He stopped the sudden cough and pursed his lips. "I'm not as good as you think you. I did kill a few people."

"Zhang Qu recognizes you. I'm afraid that after he returns to Beijing to inform Zhao Shi, people will kill him." Wei Chiyu clenched her fingers and lowered her face, "Don't be afraid of me."

Some things he had to do.

It's okay to say it, be afraid of it.

Mingzhu raised her head and opened her mouth. Before answering him, the guard at the door impatiently urged, "Hurry up, the hour is here."

Zhao Shijing in the shadows listened to the two people's heartfelt complaints, and even laughed.

When he died, Mingzhu might not be so anxious, clasping his hands and refusing to let go, tears of distressed eyes fell one by one.

She laughed for other men, and she cried for other men.

Zhao Shi turned around and walked out first. He wore a white coat today, standing under the sun and the whole person was still cold, not very warm. Behind is the majesty of joy and anger indistinguishable.

Mingzhu came out of the cell and was suddenly pulled over by the wrist.

There are still wet tears on her face, and her wet eyes are full of lustrous colors, which is very pitiful. She lifted her eyes and bumped into a pair of dark and deep eyes.