After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

The expression on Mingzhu's face looked a little dazed, her hands and feet were cold, her delicate brows gradually frowned, and the expression between them slowly became painful.

Zhao Shi's face was as flawless as jade, and the tears that fell down were fleeting.

The candlelight from the lampshade was a little gloomy, and she looked at his tear, thinking that she had read it wrong.

Zhao Shi's eyes are very beautiful. The tails of the eyes are raised gently, and the eyelid curvature is just right. These dark and quiet eyes seem to be able to talk, and the moist eyes are filled with moist and sticky water mist, which is extremely fragile. Treasures. The pain in his eyes spread to the depths, suddenly tightening his heart.

He seemed very sad.

Mingzhu had never seen Zhao Shi's painful and sad side, and her blank eyes gradually became clearer.

Will he cry? Sad tears? No, she doesn't believe it.

Mingzhu smelled some rich wine on his body, the taste was sweet and not unpleasant. She let go of her clenched fingers, and her back, which was as tight as a bowstring, also relaxed.

She knew that after he was drunk, it was indeed not the same as usual. The last time he was drunk was like an obedient child. He listened to everything she said, obediently, and it was incredible.

Mingzhu said: "You drank."

Zhao Shi's voice sounded gentle and gentle, and he hung his head slightly.

After a while, he raised his face again, the expression in his eyes was a little sad, "Zhuzhu, I had a dream."

Mingzhu avoided subconsciously, she didn't want to listen at all.

Zhao Shi's knee was against the edge of the bed, and his fingers were pinching her wrists with chills. His voice was flat, "I thought those were all dreams."

In the past few years, this nightmare has tormented him endlessly. The things he said and did in the dream, his expression and expression at the time, became clearer and clearer.

Mingzhu instinctively resisted what he was going to say next. She broke off his fingers one by one, shook his hand, looked at his eyes, and said every word: "You go out, I won't listen."

Zhao Shi was stubborn, he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, "Is it me..."

The half sentence that wasn't finished afterwards got stuck in his throat and couldn't spit it out.

The memories of the last life flooded like a pearl, and it was a painful thing to think of.

Her clear and bright eyes were gradually wetted by the water, and a thin layer of red appeared at the end of her eyes. She curled up like this, looked at him, and said nothing.

The drops of water in the eye sockets were uncontrollable, and a tear larger than a tear fell down the end of her beautiful eyes and wet her cheeks.

She cried silently, and there didn't seem to be any special emotions in her eyes. There is no hatred, no pain, instead a deep boredom.

Even if she didn't say anything, Zhao Shi understood all the tears dripping from her cheeks.

The chill was deep, Zhao Shi's hands and feet seemed to be frozen like ice. He raised his pale and slender thumb and touched her face with a trembling. A few extremely painful voices squeezed out of his throat, "I don't know."

The damp color in front of him dimmed his vision. He slowly straightened his waist, pressing on the pain in his heart, and said slowly: "I don't believe it, I'm willing to do that to you."

Is he really willing? She was clearly the one he snatched over by any means.

Zhao Shi’s expression on his face was so terrible that his forehead was in a thin cold sweat, his knees were on her waist, and a pair of trembling hands held her face, it was rare to panic, "You hurt Does it hurt? Zhuzhu, does it hurt?"

Mingzhu didn't want to hear his voice at all at this moment, and reminding her of those memories was tantamount to forcing her to chew the pain.

How does it feel to be killed by him when you like him the most? The heart is ashamed.

Mingzhu glared at him with flushed eyes, fingered outside the door, feeling a little out of control, "Get out, get out."

Zhao Shi held her body, and he said in her ear, "I'm sorry."

He lowered his face with a fragile and dazed expression. He said, "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be a good lover, but I don't want to let go." His eyes looked aggrieved, and the warm breath brushed her neck. "Zhuzhu, you don't know, as soon as you let go, you will lose everything."

Only by holding it in the palm of your hand can you not lose it.

Mingzhu's waist was **** with his hands, her chin just touched his chest, and she didn't speak. It is unreasonable to talk to someone who is drunk and crazy.

Suddenly, there was a chill on the back of Mingzhu's neck, and the crystal clear drops of water wetted her neck.

Mingzhu could feel that the man holding her tightly seemed sad, and silent tears fell without warning like a pouring rain.

She was startled, her limbs stiff.

She didn't feel much pleasure, and the more she thought about it, the more chaotic her thoughts became. Are these extremely sad tears shed for her? Are his tears real? Is it salty or sweet? Maybe it's bitter.

Zhao Shi drank his daughter Hong with the greatest stamina tonight, and his head was dizzy all night, accompanied by pain that was hard to ignore.

Since he remembered, he almost never shed tears. I forgot what it was like to cry.

It's bitter.

It is the numbness that cannot be resolved.

Mingzhu struggled to escape, and couldn't push him away even with his hands and feet. On the contrary, she was panting. She is a little tired.

Neither of them spoke again.

Mingzhu was forced to lean on his shoulders, pinching his back with nails, as if to vent these extreme pains to him at once.

Hongling found that the light in Mingzhu’s room hadn’t gone out, put on a coat, knocked on the door, opened his mouth and was about to make a sound, the door was gently opened, the cold-white man was wearing a white shirt, and his eyes exaggerated. A bit thin red, cold and noble.

Hong Ling's eyes widened, not knowing when he quietly appeared in Mingzhu's room.

She poked her head and looked in, Zhao Shi only opened a small door, and her tall and thin body blocked her sight.

Zhao Shi said, "She is asleep."

Hong Ling pressed his voice and asked, "Why are you here?!"

Zhao Shi cast his eyes down and glanced at her coldly, "Be quiet, don't bother her."

After speaking, the man closed the door and continued to close her outside.

Hong Ling raised his fist and wanted to continue knocking on the door, but Mingzhu still endured it. This man was really too embarrassed! It was really shameless to enter Mingzhu's bedroom in the middle of the night.

She cursed while expecting Mingzhu to marry a good man quickly in the future, mad at this person who had always been in chaos and abandoned and shamelessly asked to turn around.

Most of Zhao Shi's wine woke up. The woman on the bed was already asleep, her breathing was steady, and the drops of water on her eyelashes seemed to be stained with the morning mist. The eyelashes are long and thick, spreading under the eyes like a butterfly's wings.

She looked unhappy when she fell asleep, curled up, hiding in the bed to find a sense of security.

Zhao Zhi had a terrible headache, and drank two glasses of water to suppress his alcohol.

He thought of the hatred flashing in her eyes just now, and the coldness that he refused to say a word to him, and the pain in his chest became more profound.

Zhao Shi wiped away the wet marks on her face with her fingers, fixed her eyes on her eyebrows, she had cried tonight, and her eyes would definitely be swollen tomorrow.

Zhao Shi himself couldn't sleep a little, and his eyes hurt so much that he couldn't stand it.

Mingzhu woke up early in the morning, and her head was still ignorant when she opened her eyes. She slowly sat up from the bed, only to realize that Zhao Shi hadn't left last night.

"Woke up."

Mingzhu looked at him with clear eyes, and the wine should wake up.

Zhao Shi said again, "I let you cook the porridge."

Mingzhu put on her clothes in silence, fastened her shirt, and got out of bed without saying a word. Her mind was a little dizzy when she landed on her feet. Zhao Shi held her arm and asked, "Would you like to sleep for a while?"

Mingzhu said: "No."

Zhao Shi stayed up all night, and the bloodshot eyes looked scary. He slowly let go of his fingers and let go of her.

Mingzhu quietly drank the porridge in front of her. After filling her stomach, she raised her head and looked at the man sitting opposite her.

Zhao Shi squeezed his fingers, feeling a little nervous, and his back was stretched straight. He asked, "What's the matter?"

Mingzhu saw the scabbed wound on his forehead, and there was no ups and downs in his heart. This wound did not hinder his appearance, but made him look more fragmented than usual.

Her eyes were empty, and she asked: "Do you remember what you said last night?"

Zhao Shi swallowed her throat, her voice dry: "Yeah."

If Mingzhu nodded innocently, she lowered her face and asked him: "Since you feel sorry for me, can you let Wei Chi go?"

Zhao Shi's surface was still plain, frowning as if he was seriously considering it, but his heart was already piercing.

Mingzhu saw that he hadn't answered for a long time, "Do you want me to beg you?" She said seriously, "His Royal Highness, I beg you."

Zhao Shi lowered his eyes to cover the blood-red eye sockets, "You eat first."

"I'm done."

"eat more."

Mingzhu still didn't move, she really couldn't eat it anymore.

Zhao Shi took a deep breath and said, "You smile at me."

Mingzhu couldn't do such a simple request. She looked at Zhao Shi's face and tried very hard to smile at him, but she really couldn't smile.

Can't even act.

The sunlight outside the door folded on her face, reflecting her clean face.

The sun is gentle and brilliant, and the weather is good like the day he first saw her.

Mingzhu twitched the corners of her mouth, her smile very stiff.

Zhao Shi said dumbly, "It looks good, smile more in the future."

Mingzhu didn't listen carefully to what he said, and didn't care what he was thinking. She couldn't wait to ask, "So you let him go?"

Zhao Shi swallowed the bitter water and spit out a good word.

As soon as he finished speaking, he said: "The day after tomorrow I will send a carriage to pick you up and return to the capital."

Zhao Shi's expression at this time was soft, and his voice didn't feel oppressive. He went on to say, "Zhuzhu, his life is in your hands."

"Slowly think about whether you want to go back with me."

"I don't want to force you anymore, but I really have no other way."

She has become his weakness, and her ribs hurt too much.