After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu's back was slender and thin, and she hid her face, so that she couldn't see the look on her face.

Zhao Shi rubbed his painful eyebrows, opened his thin lips lightly, and said softly, "Your sister and I have retired."

Mingzhu was a little surprised. She remembered that the preparations for the wedding were almost done at that time, and the red silk was hung up a lot.

The candle on the candlestick next to the bed was about to burn out, so Zhao Shi picked up the lampshade and put it on. The candlelight, which was not very bright, was immediately extinguished, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Zhao Shi gently pulled off his belt, unbuttoned his shirt, and set it aside. The collar was slightly open, his thin collarbone was obvious, and his long black hair slipped on his back. He also went to bed, with thin fingers resting on hers. On his shoulder, he pulled the person out of the quilt a little bit, and he said: "After returning to Beijing, we will get married."

The voice is neither high nor low, and the tone is neither rush nor slow.

It's all just right.

It's warm, so you can hear it clearly.

Mingzhu's face was a little red in the quilt just now, and her mind was a little groggy. She felt that what Zhao Shi said was like a joke.

Did he drink tonight too? Say this ridiculous thing.

She firmly grasped the quilt with both hands, and refused to look up at the man in front of her.

Zhao Shi embraced her in his arms with neither light nor heavy force, Mingzhu buried her face, and smelled the faint pear blossom scent on the man's body.

Zhao Shi’s embrace is warm, and her palms are not as cold as usual. A pair of warm hands are gently placed on her waist, "When the summer gets warmer, you can pick a suitable day..."

Mingzhu couldn't listen, "I am your concubine."

Zhao Shi pursed his lips blankly. After a long time, he casually asked a few words, "So what?"

Mingzhu was **** by his hands and couldn't breathe. She said, "A concubine can't be carried as a regular wife."

Isn't Zhao Shi the most disciplined person? I don't even know this common sense.

Once you are on Yudie, you can't easily change it.

The famous lady he likes has nothing to do with her. If you don't have enough status, you can't learn enough. Only a little beauty is left, but beauty will eventually be rejected.

Zhao Shi tightened his thumb, and a tragic white gradually appeared on his phalanx. He said, "Yeah. It won't get in the way."

Mingzhu smiled, "How can it not get in the way? When you do this, there will always be people pointing back and saying that you are faint."

Let a little concubine fascinated.

Mingzhu doesn't want to marry him, nor is he interested in being a princess, should he be in charge for a lifetime? But he can't do anything he doesn't like.

She kindly reminded him: "Don't forget, you wrote my name on Yudie."

Zhao Shi remembered that at that time, he was also dizzy, thinking about putting her name in the royal jade butterfly, no matter where she escaped in the future, she would not be able to escape.

"I wrote it." Zhao Shi's eyebrows gradually stretched, and he was silent for a while, and he followed closely: "Isn't it just a name? Besides, they thought you were dead."

What if you can just rename it when you go?

Mingzhu's brain buzzed after hearing her anger. Is he determined to marry her?

Mingzhu shrank her body silently, she didn't bother to ask anything.

Zhao Shi held her and refused to let go.

Mingzhu is not feeling well, and her temper is not very good these days. She said, "Don't hold me, I want to take a shower."

She felt as if there was a **** smell on her body, and she was uncomfortable with the sticky sweat on her clothes.

Zhao Shi sent hot water into the house, and the mist evaporated from the wooden barrel behind the screen, and the maid laid a layer of fresh petals on the water.

Zhao Shi insisted on holding her from the bed to the barrel, putting his fingers on the buckle of her clothes.

Mingzhu still didn't want to die in shame and anger, she pressed her clothes tightly, and said in a bad mood: "I'll do it myself."

Zhao Shi glanced faintly, frowning slightly, a little uneasy, but silently retracted his finger in her cold eyes, he stepped out and stood outside the screen, "I have something to call me."

Mingzhu will only tell him to go now.

She took off her clothes one by one, crawled into the tub, and slowly dived into the warm water, soaking in the water until it was almost cold, she reluctantly came out.

On the screen hung the clean clothes that the maid had just brought in. Mingzhu dried her body and put on new clothes, with a little water droplets on her face, as if she went out with a creeping mist.

The tips of her jet black hair dropped a little bit of water, making her look soggy.

Her body suddenly rose into the air, and Zhao Shi hugged her to the bed.

The man was afraid that she would catch the cold, so he wrapped her up in a blanket, pinched her chin with his fingers, and held a clean veil in the other hand, and patiently wiped her face.

Mingzhu was clamoring to get out of bed, but she didn't even wear socks, and a pair of snow-white feet were exposed. The toes and heels were a little red, and they looked like they were frozen out.

Zhao Shi pushed back the little feet that had just been stretched out, "Go to bed after washing."

"I want to wipe my hair."

"I come."

Zhao Zhi got up and went to find a clean towel, and sat back next to her, with a focused expression and gentle movements, helping her wipe her hair.

Mingzhu was uncomfortable. The better Zhao Shi treated her, the deeper she hated him.

A large part of this resentment is that he is always so aggressive.

Strong and unrelenting.

Do whatever you want.

It didn't take long for Zhao Shi to help her dry her hair, stroked her dark and delicate long hair with her fingers, and she couldn't put it down.

He hooked a strand with his thumb and loosely tied it to his fingertips, looking down, a little lost.

Mingzhu couldn't wait to roll the quilt to the innermost part of the bed, as if she even resisted his touch from her back.

It didn't take long for Mingzhu to close her eyes and fell into a deep dream.

Mingzhu had a beautiful dream after a long time, in which she returned to the year when she had just met.

She is still an unfavored little concubine in the family, and her life is not bad or bad.

Every day, I finished the work of the sister-in-law who called her, and then sneaked out through the back door while the doorman was lazy.

She couldn't wait to run outside the academy where Wei Chiyu went to school, standing flushed under the tree, waiting for him to leave school.

After seeing her stupidly hiding in the tree trunk, Wei Chiyu jokingly pulled her out, spread the paper fan in his hand to block the sun, and said, "Didn't you tell you not to come over and wait?"

Mingzhu's voice is too small to hear, "I have nothing to do."

Wei Chiyu smiled, his face turned red, holding her hand, and leading her to a small restaurant outside the academy.

Mingzhu is sitting on pins and needles, "Come on."

This kind of place is very expensive at first glance.

Wei Chi ordered a few signature dishes, and paid a little more for Xiao Er to run errands to another street to help buy two cakes.

Mingzhu felt sorry for his money while eating.

Wei Chiyu asked: "Are you full?"

Mingzhu nodded: "I'm full."

Wei Chiyu paid the money, then grabbed her hand and went home with her.

There are not many people on the back alley.

Wei Chiyu was reluctant to let go, "You will wait for me for another two months."

Mingzhu lowered her flushed face, nodded, her dark eyes gurgling, raised her eyes to look at him carefully, and said, "You have to do better in the exam."

So his father would agree to their marriage.

Wei Chi pondered for a while, looked into her eyes and asked, "How good is it?"

Mingzhu thought about the husband-in-laws of her concubines, no matter how bad they are, they are also from scholars. She said: "If you are on the list, you are already very good."

Wei Chi curled his lips with a smile, and Qinghe's eyebrows came alive. He said, "I will try hard."

This dream is really sweet.

Mingzhu couldn't bear to wake up.

Two months later, Wei Chiyu was really named on the gold list, and the informant rushed to his home and hurried to announce the good news.

Not only did his name appear on the yellow list, it was also at the top of the list.

Mingzhu only knows that he did well in the exam, but he doesn't know his specific ranking.

She and him got married smoothly.

In the dream, she also put on the wedding gown, the wedding gown made by the girls in the embroidery workshop overnight. The workmanship is exquisite, the tapestry gold thread craftsmanship, the big sleeves are embroidered with begonia flowers, and the waist is very expensive.

On the day of the wedding, she could not find the groom.

She ran around, looking for someone very anxiously.

The tassels on the girl's hair bun shook and clinked, and the amber jade beads smashed on the ground one by one, rolling several times.

She still couldn't find anyone, and her anxious tears were about to come out.

Zhao Shi couldn't sleep, so he lit a lamp in front of the desk and was reading in the faint light.

In the middle of the night, he heard Mingzhu's voice, the voice was very soft, and he couldn't hear what she was saying unless he listened carefully.

Zhao Zhi thought she was thirsty in the middle of the night, so he poured a cup of warm water and walked to the bed.

The woman was sweating profusely and kept murmuring in her mouth.

Zhao Shi bent down and leaned in to listen, only to hear what she had said.

She was called Wei Chiyu's name.

Zhao Shi squeezed the porcelain cup in his hand, his face gloomy, the blue veins on his neck violently, his wrists were white, and the blood line under his skin was faintly visible.

He didn't say a word and listened to her calling Wei Chiyu again and again.

The next day, Mingzhu woke up completely unable to remember that she had said in sleep last night.

When she got up, her waist was still a little sore, but her stomach didn't hurt at all.

The painkillers the doctor gave last night worked, and two pills were almost good.

They will continue to drive to the capital, Mingzhu and her daughter ride in the same carriage.

Mingzhu didn't pay much attention to Zhao Shi along the way.

By the time the capital was reached, it was from late spring to early summer. The leaves are green and the branches cicadas sing.

The steward waited in front of the door early in the morning. In the past few years, the mansion has been a bit deserted. His Royal Highness does not often come back. He is busy with official duties and spends many days in the palace. He has to go to Yangzhou City twice a year.

It's not that there is no rhetoric. It is rumored that His Royal Highness the prince raised a thin horse in Yangzhou, and was fascinated by it.

But Guanshi Lin didn't believe in such words, and the nonsense was quite ridiculous.

Mingzhu didn't want to get out of the car, but now she couldn't help her, Zhao Shi had lifted the curtain of the car and asked her to get down.

Mingzhu hugged the baby, bent down and got out of the car, the little girl in her arms was sleeping well.

Zhao Shi took the child from her, "Let's go."

Mingzhu held back and made no sound, and reluctantly followed.

Guan Shi saw the woman next to His Royal Highness, and at first he didn't dare to recognize it. When the people got closer and closer, he couldn't help but widened his eyes. The top of his head seemed to have been splashed with cold water, and he immediately became sober.

Isn't this the Pearl girl who has passed away for several years? !

Zhao Shi glanced at him with a cold tone, "Has the house been cleaned up?"

Guan Shi calmed down the panic, and replied: "Your Highness, don't worry, let people clean it carefully."

He saw the little girl in His Royal Highness's arms again, and she was shocked again. Could this child...

Guan Shi was also a half-hearted person, and he had heard a lot of incredible stories. With a little thought, he guessed the general idea.

He cast his eyes deeply at the Pearl girl, never expected that the weak and timid girl Pearl could have such a great ability.

Mingzhu was taken to Zhao Shi's bedroom, her expression resisted, "I want to live in the former yard."

Zhao Shi was angry at the thought of the fire, and sneered, "It's all burned out, where do you live?"

Just when he passed the veranda, Mingzhu clearly saw the newly built yard, which looked no different from the past from the outside.

Zhao Shi's hand lightly rested on her shoulder, "You just live here, you are not allowed to go anywhere."

There was a grandma in the house who took care of the children, and Zhao Shi asked her to carry her daughter to the front yard.

Mingzhu was facing him sideways, half of his face hidden in the dark, silent, sitting quietly on the side, as if a thousand miles away from him.

Zhao Shi was afraid that she would disappear like before, no matter how he looked for her, he couldn't find her.

He suppressed the panic in his heart, his voice was clear and cold, "If you want to raise your child by your side, you have to wait for your health to get better."

Mingzhu looked at the branches outside the window, her eyes a little ethereal, she didn't make a sound, as if she didn't want to answer him at all.

Zhao Shi’s eyes were sore. He hugged her waist from behind and put his chin on her neck. He smelled the light fragrance in the woman’s hair. He said, "I didn’t want you to get close to her. I just think you’re too tired."

Mingzhu laughed, "I am really tired with you."

Zhao Shi was caught off guard and stabbed by her again. It didn't matter that she had a heart riddled with holes, and it was empty when knocked out.

The blood has drained, and the meat in it has also rotted.

Zhao Shi swallowed her dry, slightly sore throat, she knew she hated him.

...

The prince is getting married.

The news spread quickly everywhere.

Over the years, the prince’s marriage has been twisted and twisted, and the marriage has gone bad several times, and each time he retired at a critical juncture, as if he had been hit by evil.

People talking about this can be heard everywhere in the restaurant.

"You said, will you divorce again this time?"

"No, the previous two times were excusable, but this time I really can't find a reason."

"I heard that the prince brought back a woman from Yangzhou, who looked like a fairy."

"What god? In my opinion, it's a prostitute from a brothel."

The man showed disgust, "How can you marry a prostitute? This is impossible."

"I also think it's impossible."

Sheng Wenlin had an appointment with Song Huaiqing for a drink today, and it happened to hear such a paragraph.

He raised his eyelids and asked, "Is it true that the prince is getting married?"

Song Huaiqing seemed to be smiling but not smiling, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, the curvature of the corners of his mouth was a bit false, he hummed, "Indeed."

Sheng Wenlin asked casually: "Which girl?"

Song Huaiqing raised his head and poured a glass of wine, his throat was sore from the strong wine, "Ming family."

His smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, "Mingzhu is not dead, and everyone is playing around."

Song Huaiqing was really unhappy.

In fact, there was something he kept hiding from Zhao Shi.

Before Zhao Shi, he discovered that Mingzhu was not only not dead, but was also alive and well in the city of Yangzhou.

He went to Yangzhou much more often than Zhao Shi. The girl who was with Mingzhu quarreled with other people and made trouble in the government office.

The other party was the nephew of the master, and he wanted to teach the pungent girl a lesson and put the person in the dungeon, but he refused to let it go.

When Mingzhu went to the yamen to knock on the gong, she happened to be hit by Song Huaiqing.

He was a ghost at the time, and when she came out of the yamen, she dragged her into an alley with no one, she was scared to pale.

Song Huaiqing looked at her face with unfathomable eyes, and he threatened her, "You followed me, I won't tell Zhao Shi that you are still alive."

Mingzhu slapped him.

He drank alcohol that day, but was not drunk.

It didn't take long for the idiot, Mingzhu, to let Zhao Zhi discover the trace.

Nor can I scold her for being stupid.

I've done everything like this.

...

Mingzhu is like a puppet with a string and tried on the wedding gown sent by Xiu Niang, with a sad expression on her face, as if she was disgusted.

Xiuniang only cares about her affairs and dare not talk too much.

The future princess is not happy, and they can't ask why.

After measuring the size, they withdrew from the house one by one.

Since Mingzhu returned to the capital, her spirits were not very good. She had a cold, headache and cough.

She has a bad foundation, and she doesn't get better after taking medicine.

Mingzhu fell ill and did not get close to her daughter, fearing that she might be infected with her and cause her to suffer along with her.

She knew that Zhao Shi got angry privately, but she didn't say anything serious before her.

"You don't have to use your body to breathe with me." Zhao Shi said.

Mingzhu was wronged, "I don't have one."

After that day, Zhao Shi personally watched her drink the medicine every day.

Unfortunately, half a month later, her typhoid fever is faintly aggravated.

She felt uncomfortable in the house, and took advantage of the bright summer weather to go to the backyard to bask in the sun.

On the way back from the backyard in the evening, through a long corridor, she saw several familiar mothers.

Mingzhu's memory was like a thread being pulled out by someone severely, her brain stabbing fiercely.

She recognized these mothers who broke her mouth and forced her to drink the poison/drug in her previous life.

A cold sweat broke out on Mingzhu's back, and the painful memory she had deliberately forgotten again, the pain was more serious than before.

A little typhoid fever became a serious and menacing illness. She was in a coma for two days. When she was dim, she heard Zhao Shi berating others.

"Your Majesty, it's hard to cure my heart disease."

Zhao Shi sat by the bed and watched her all night. Mingzhu opened her eyes late at night and said she was thirsty.

Zhao Shi put her on her shoulders, fed her and drank water, listening to her unconscious whisper, why did she kill me?

Zhao Shi covered her with the quilt and stood up slowly. He walked to the desk and took the dagger off the shelf.

When Mingzhu woke up, the clothes on her body were soaked and sticky to her body line. She was still very weak, like a dying person.

Zhao Shi was lying on the side of the bed and fell asleep.

He was more haggard than she thought, his eyes were black and his eyes were full of blood.

A dagger was placed by the bed.

Mingzhu woke up after a nightmare. Her eyes were blank, but her hands were uncontrollably drawn out of her sword.

She held the handle of the knife firmly, and the next moment, the blade hit the tip of his heart.