After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu carefully looked at the look on Zhao Shi's face with her eyes. She carefully used her words and said softly: "Your Majesty, it's just a small matter, you should answer me."

Zhao Shi was silent for a while, and the panes penetrated a few minutes of silver light, reflecting his cold eyebrows.

Mingzhu has a cowardly temperament, and in front of him, most of them have a pitiful appearance. They seem to dare not even say anything to him. They only dared to nod and say hello to him if they are willing or unwilling.

Shy and timid by nature. It's really rare that she speaks coquettishly to please her.

But this matter touched his Ni Lin, and he didn't want to answer her for it. It is said that her life in Ming's house is far worse than that in Wangyue Pavilion. What she said is difficult to convince him.

What's more, Zhao Shi didn't know that the fiancé who had been engaged to her was still unhappy. If you really let her go back, the two will not be able to guarantee that they won't get in touch again.

If the two meet, even if they just look at each other and say nothing, Zhao Shi would not be willing.

He has an exclusive desire for Mingzhu that he doesn't have with others, and he doesn't like the eyes of outsiders looking at her.

"no."

When Mingzhu heard these two words, the breath held in her chest suddenly vented. She endured the grievance, her eyes were flushed and flushed, "Your Highness, I..."

The words just started.

The man took a few steps forward, accompanied by a cool and cold soap scent, "I said no."

Mingzhu rarely speaks to him, and Zhao Shi rarely speaks to her. Most of the time, her days in Wangyue Pavilion went smoothly and peacefully, let him arrange it.

Mingzhu was taken aback for a moment, and slowly recovered. To be honest, she didn't know why Zhao Shi didn't let her go back to Ming's house for a few days, just as she never understood that Zhao Shi didn't allow her to go out and show her face.

Mingzhu wouldn't be defeated by these two sentences. She gritted her teeth and approached him, silently leaning on his arms, reaching out to embrace his waist, and whispering in a low voice, "I haven't been out for a long time. Somewhat lonely."

This sentence is not a play, but from the heart.

It was fine for ten days and half a month, but a year and a half was really suffocated and depressed. The canary raised in the cage should also be released, not to mention that she is a living person.

Mingzhu got close to him, and the breath radiating from the man seemed to be cold, like white snow.

Zhao Shi's body stiffened, and looked down at the person in his arms, "Don't act like a baby."

Mingzhu feels uncomfortable. If she can't get out, she won't be able to save money to find a way, and she won't be able to plan an escape route.

She didn't want to die again, let alone die in Zhao Shi's hands.

There is nothing in this world more heartbroken than being killed by someone you love. I was so sad that I remembered that it was a throbbing pain that lasted for a long time.

Mingzhu hugged him, her hot cheeks pressed against the placket of his clothes, her eyes were red, sore and sore, the cold and clear water drops slowly falling down the end of her eyes, she said in a dull voice with a slight crying voice: " Your Highness, let me go home once."

She was born white, she looked very beautiful when she cried, her eyelashes were trembling, the tip of her nose was red, soft but pitiful.

The tears from the end of her eyes, like melting ice and snow, were crystal clear, dripping on her cheeks.

Zhao Shiqing frowned, unable to speak sharp words for a while. The skirt of her clothes was half wet, and she touched her face with her fingers, and she felt moist water marks.

The girl made no sound when she cried, and occasionally a few low sobbings came out of her throat, soft and waxy, making people feel pity.

Zhao Shi wiped her face with her handkerchief, "Don't cry."

Zhao Shi rarely saw her cry. The last time she was taken to Wangyue Pavilion by the Ming family on a sedan chair. The misty eyes looked at him pitifully, and said with tears that he was about to get married.

Zhao Shi almost relented and put her back. After several struggles, his desire and ambition for her finally gained the upper hand.

The little girl was crying and was sad, her eyes soaked in tears could hardly be opened, her soft white hands tightly clutching his sleeves.

Zhao Shi's heart twitched, frowning without saying a word, the corners of his mouth slowly sank, and his mood fell suddenly.

He gently lifted her wet and red face with his hands, sighed lowly, a compromise, and asked softly: "How long do you want to go back?"

Mingzhu was stunned for a few seconds, her eyes were round, and she was silly and shocked again. She sucked on her red nose, her small face was soft, and her expression was slightly disturbed, "Ten days."

After saying the number, she slowly raised her eyes to look at him, her voice very careful, "Can you?"

Zhao Shi held her wrist and looked serious when he was meditating, but it was not the usual cold and frosty, but some spring feeling of melting snow.

Ten days were really too long, and the words of refusal came to her lips. When she looked down, the little girl looked at him with expectation and couldn't bear to refuse.

After Mingzhu cried, her head was a little dizzy, and she felt a little sleepy, and she wanted to sleep. She said in a good voice: "The Chinese New Year will just happen in ten days. I want to come back after the New Year's Eve."

Zhao Shi stayed in the palace for the New Year every year, and would not have time to come to the other courtyard before the Lantern Festival.

Looking at her red eyes, Zhao Shi couldn't bear it and felt compassionate. He said, "Bring Biying."

"good."

Mingzhu did not want to stay in the study when he achieved his wish. "Then Mingzhu will not bother your Highness."

Zhao Shijing glanced at her quietly, but didn't say much, and asked to send her back.

The white fungus and lotus seed soup on the table was already a bit cold, Zhao Shi picked up the spoon and took a sip. The mouth was full of greasy sweetness.

The maid waiting outside the study, waiting to bring tea and handing water, looked at the pearl that had left with a little admiration.

In the past few days, anyone with a brain can feel that the prince is in a bad mood, and it has something to do with the Pearl girl.

The prince didn't eat lotus seeds, and he didn't touch any of them at the palace banquet. And he also heard that the Pearl girl was not here to invite pets, but she had to come because she had something to ask for.

How can the prince fail to see things that the maidservant can see through? So he originally thought that the girl Mingzhu had angered His Royal Highness, and she was asking for hardship. The result surprised him.

It seems that the Pearl girl is still favored, but the flower is not a hundred days red, just don't know if the concubine and concubine will pass the door one by one, she will be prosperous.

In the middle of the night, Mingzhu couldn't sleep, had already lain down and sat up again from the bed, checked her cage and ordered all the jewelry she wanted to exchange for money.

Early tomorrow morning, she will be able to return to Ming's home. Ten days is enough for her to do a lot of things.

Today, the tears that Mingzhu shed in front of Zhao Shi were half true and half false, and she was really sad when she cried.

She herself didn't expect that Zhao Shi would let her go back. She didn't dare to cry before because she was afraid of annoying him. She never knew that crying was useful.

Biying waited until she couldn't hear the sound, entered the room lightly, and glanced on the bed, "Girl?"

Biying whispered twice again, but there was no response. The girl should have fallen asleep. She blew out the two lamps beside the bed, got out of the room and immediately went to the study.

Zhao Shi stood in front of the desk, tall and straight like a cypress, with his eyes down, quietly practicing calligraphy. The ink-colored handwriting on the paper is sharp and breathtaking.

Biying buried her head, "The girl... these days... she ate well and slept well, but she didn't notice anything unusual."

Although Biying is Mingzhu's handmaid, she is also the person Zhao Shian puts in her side. She can be regarded as an eyeliner for the time being, and she must report her every move, even if she says something.

Biying also said: "The girl seems to like the jewelry you gave me very much. When I don't read books these days, I count hairpins."

The man's face was hidden in the dim light, his expression unclear, "Yeah."

He put down the problem in his hands and said lightly: "Go back to Ming's house and take care of her."

Biying responded that the prince's unfamiliar aura made her dare not look up.

"go out."

"Yes."

Biying only dared to take a big breath when she came out of the study.

Mingzhu woke up without a dream all night, got up early to freshen up, and picked up a maple-colored water lotus dress with a waist and waist, with delicate patterns embroidered on the placket. After putting on makeup, the color between the eyebrows and eyes can't be suppressed.

Zhao Shiping usually doesn't allow her to wear such bright and colorful clothes. She is a little girl who always loves beauty. A few times I didn't hold back, and asked him why he didn't let her wear it out?

Zhao Shi replied solemnly: "Indiscriminate decency."

Mingzhu didn't feel out of decency, and Zhao Shi seemed to like her to dress like this. He never said that she was dressed up in her own room.

Biying came in and said, "Girl, the carriage is already waiting outside."

"Then let's go quickly and move my suitcase up." She couldn't wait.

The little servants carried the cage to the back of the carriage. When Mingzhu approached the gate, she looked up at the sky. It seemed that she hadn't seen such bright sunlight in a long time.

Mingzhu had gone away, not paying attention to the man who had already walked to her, her shoulders suddenly sank, and there was a big red cloak.

She was at a loss.

Zhao Shi tidyed the skirts for her, and the sunshine saw his exquisite and beautiful face, and his skin was as delicate as jade. He said calmly: "Don't mess around when you go back."

Mingzhu lowered her head and nodded obediently. The little hand in the sleeve was silently clenched, and her heart was raised in the air, afraid that Zhao Shi would regret it and would not let her go back.

She looked up again at the man in front of her, "It's getting late."

Zhao Shi touched her face, and put a hand warmer in her hand, "Get in the car."

Mingzhu felt a warmth at her fingertips that had been frozen cold. She was in a complicated mood and saluted him, and then climbed into the carriage. The censer was burned in the carriage in advance, which was also very warm.

The carriage was swaying, and for some unknown reason, Pearl sitting in the carriage suddenly lifted the curtain and secretly glanced back.

Zhao Shi stood in front of the door with his hands on his back, standing like a cedar in the wind and snow, standing tall but somewhat lonely. Mingzhu suddenly thought of her dream. She couldn't see his face clearly. She could only see a vague back. She tried hard to be straight, but she felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness, and even felt that he was a little pitiful.

Mingzhu sighed and lowered the curtain. She had previously thought about whether it was the mother who was going to act on her behalf, bringing her poisoned wine privately, and forcing her to die. But it seemed that the glass of wine really meant what Zhao Shi meant. He didn't say he liked her. After drinking some wine at the banquet, he came back to hug her and kissed her and said that he liked her very much.

Sure enough, what the man said when he was drunk couldn't believe it.

In a blink of an eye, the carriage stopped at Ming's house.

The people of the Ming family knew about this in advance, but only when one year passed, she was already fascinated and relaxed, and was disgusted and sent back by the prince, and did not take her seriously. Ming's family wanted face again, and her father felt that she was a bit embarrassing, and the servant at the door led her carriage to the back door.

"Girl, the second master wants you to go through the back door."

Mingzhu didn't feel much, Biying became angry when she heard this.

The young man who was greeted in front of the door was the most snobbish. Miss Six was not spoiled at home, dull and unflattering, she looked really beautiful, but the most beautiful people looked like that. It is estimated that the prince is also fed up with her boringness, and throws it back when he has enough play.

He was very dog-hearted: "Miss Six, don't make it difficult for us. If you walk through the main entrance and come in, all the people in Beijing will know about this right away. The second master is also for your own good, not to let you lose this face. "