After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu's arms were shaking, and the blade was trembling.

She lowered her head, her long black hair slipped sideways, blocking her face, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

There was a damp water in her eyes, and her cheeks flushed with a high fever were also hot. Tears slid uncontrollably from the end of the eyes, slid down the chin, past the collarbone, and fell into the collar. She did not shed tears. Any sound.

Mingzhu didn't know what she was doing, she couldn't control her hand, she frowned in confusion, she just wanted to live a simple and free life.

Don't be treated as a pet without self, don't need to look at other people's faces all the time, try to figure out the feelings of others, don't wait tremblingly for the time of death that is coming.

She wanted to forget the pain of being killed by her lover in her previous life, and she didn't want to chew the pain over and over again.

But Zhao Shi refused to let her go.

He is always pushing her.

She returned to this place with endless nightmares.

Was it that he himself had never had the pain of life worse than death, so he couldn't empathize with him, and he couldn't be kind to her a little bit.

There was a voice in Mingzhu's mind, constantly urging her ears, and stabbing the knife in quickly, so that he could also taste the taste of being killed by the person he liked.

He ruined her marriage and deprived her of her freedom in vain. He despised her, he deceived her.

Mingzhu's hands shook more and more severely, and her wrists lost strength, and she couldn't hold the knife.

She held the knife in both hands, and the violently shaking knife gradually calmed down.

The candlelight illuminated her face pale, the cold sweat on her forehead rolled off one by one, and most of her back was soaked.

Her teeth were about to bite and bleed, and she still couldn't get her hands off.

Zhao Shi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and he was not drowsy. He had just been pretending to be asleep.

Zhao Shi asked dumbly: "Why don't you stoke it down?"

Mingzhu recovered from the daze, her eyes were red, and she still clenched the knife in her hand.

Zhao Shi glanced down at the dagger against his chest, as if he didn't care at all, nor was he afraid that she would actually be stabbed and lost her life.

He was pale, "Don't you want to kill me?"

Mingzhu didn't seem to want to listen to him. Zhao Shifei wanted to force her to listen, holding her hand while talking, moving the tip of the knife to the position of his heart, "Don't you hate me?"

Mingzhu's tears fell rustlingly, "Don't force me."

Her mother taught her to be kind since she was a child, and she shouldn't hurt people as a last resort. She shook her hands, trying to throw the dagger away, but it was a pity that her wrist had been firmly grasped by him, and she couldn't escape.

Zhao Shi held her slender body in his other hand, his expression was unprecedentedly peaceful, and his gentle tone was flat and straightforward, "I forced your parents to retreat from the marriage that you wanted to do."

Mingzhu didn't want to listen.

Zhao Shi will continue to detail her "crimes", "I despise your identity, I just treat you as a bed-warming pastime, and I won't let you out even the door."

Mingzhu's heart is uncomfortable, "Don't say it."

Zhao Shi laughed, and his eyes gradually became moist. Every time he said a word, he felt a pain in his heart. "In order to save trouble, I would force you to drink medicine regardless of your body, and then force you to have a baby."

Zhao Shi stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from the end of her eyes, "You finally escaped, and I will threaten you with someone you like."

Mingzhu raised her eyelids, staring at him with red and swollen eyes, without emotion in them.

Zhao Shi held her wrist and taught her how to stab her, and said, "I have hurt you before, right?"

That dream is too real.

Let him tell if it was something that had happened before. Zhao Shidu felt that he was very strange in his dream, and he was so unfeeling.

He said: "I prepared the knife for you."

Mingzhu was startled, looking at him in a daze.

Zhao Shi felt that the heart disease in the imperial doctor's mouth was probably related to him. A small wind chill almost killed her, Zhao Shiwei really couldn't bear it.

He did too much evil on her, and he deserved any retribution.

Love is not just asking for it.

But Zhao Shi would only be the most stupid and easy way to hurt people.

"You won't stabb me to death with a single knife. Tomorrow I may still be the same as before. I won't let you go anywhere. I will take care of what you do." Zhao Shi said slowly.

Mingzhu thought of many things, the most memorable thing was the glass of wine, she had countless whys, why did she want to ask thousands of people who wanted to ask.

Hate came uncontrollably like a tide.

She was instigated by his instigation, her red eyes looked straight at his calm eyes, she suddenly used force on her wrist, and the sharp knife pierced his chest directly, and the blood was stained red first. His clothes, the moonlight gown was smeared with a large swath of blood red.

Zhao Shi is a very patient person, but when the heart-and-lung pain came, his throat suddenly couldn't even make a sound, his tight back bends slightly, the blood on his thin lips was lost, and his thin lips faded to pure white. .

Mingzhu trembled lightly, and tears kept falling when the knife was pierced into his body. She opened her mouth and asked him quietly, "Zhao Zhi, do you hurt?"

Zhao Shi gritted his teeth and even smiled at her with strength, his breath was weak, "It doesn't hurt."

Mingzhu handed the knife in for a few minutes and turned it around. She seemed to hear the sound of flesh and blood surging, and she cried silently, "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Shi's face was already wet with cold sweat, and at this time the pain was no longer even the strength to speak.

He still wanted to help her wipe away the tears on his face. He made her cry enough in his life.

Mingzhu released her hand, her palm was full of blood flowing out of his body, and she couldn't wipe it clean with a kerchief. She choked and said, "I am also very painful."

She also hurts.

Because she can bear it, unless it is the extreme pain, otherwise she will not speak, he can bully her at will.

Zhao Shi looked at the broken eyes in her, and felt that his heart was also broken.

He has never shed tears several times in his life, and the mist that rises in his eyes gradually turns into water droplets, and slides coldly along the red eyes.

"sorry."

"Zhuzhu, I'm sorry."

Zhao Shi only bowed his head to her alone, and I am afraid that these three words have only been spoken to her.

The blood in his chest gradually stopped, but his complexion was obviously not good.

Mingzhu seemed to be frightened by the blood all over the floor, shivering, and curled up.

She hid in the corner, as if frightened.

Zhao Shi's consciousness was a little unsustainable. He leaned on the edge of the bed, breathing slowly, and slowly closed his eyes.

It took a long time for Mingzhu to recover from the sluggishness. She looked at the man who was lying motionless by the bed and frowned. Is he dead?

Are you still angry?

Can a person survive after being stabbed?

Mingzhu didn't know, her mind was in a mess. She stretched out her finger to test his breath, and put her hand back in the air.

She dare not.

Mingzhu herself also had a high fever, and her whole body was scary. After a while, she ran out of the house, and there was no one in the yard.

She didn't even wear any shoes, she ran barefoot on the ground, and the hem of her dress ran in the wind, fluttering lightly, like a fawn in the woods that was lost and fleeing in a hurry.

She ran out of the yard with messy clothes and messy hair. There are blood stains on the cheeks, large patches of blood on the dresses, and hands, everywhere.

Guan Shi was scared by her appearance and took two steps back, "Aunt Mingzhu..."

Guan Shi immediately changed his words, "Princess, what's wrong with you?"

Mingzhu is very unfamiliar with this name. She raised her hand and pointed inward. She said, "I killed Zhao Shi and he is about to die."

Guan Shi was in a cold sweat here in the summer, and he would not believe such words in ordinary life. However, at this moment, Mingzhu was covered in blood, and he couldn't help but not believe it.

He immediately ran into the room and saw His Royal Highness leaning against the bed, covered in blood, and almost didn't come up in one breath. He hurriedly called someone to find an imperial doctor!

The prince's mansion suddenly became a mess.

Mingzhu stood alone in the moonlight, her hands in her big sleeves trembling unable to lift up.

She killed someone.

She really killed someone.

She wanted to kill Zhao Shi countless times and wanted him to pay for her life.

He really killed him, but he was very scared.

He is dead, will his parents let her go? will not.

One life is worth one.

Poor, her Xiaoman, who is less than three years old, how can she live without her mother's child?

Mingzhu's body was getting colder and colder. She walked to the pool, trying to wash off the blood on her hands.

But when she walked to the pond, she was reflected in the lake, which was really shocking.

She stepped back and sat down on the ground, her legs soft and unable to stand up.

Guan Shi Lin never expected such a big event to happen in the mansion. If His Royal Highness makes a mistake, everyone in the mansion will bury him.

He was afraid that His Royal Highness would die like this.

He went to sniff carefully.

Zhao Shi suddenly uttered a voice, squeezing out word by word from his throat, weakly, "Where is Zhuzhu?"

Guan Shi, how can she take care of her now.

Regardless of whether Zhao Shi pulled the knife from his chest, the blood in the hole flowed faster.

Guan Shi really wanted to faint, "His Royal Highness, you can't draw a sword!"

Zhao Zhi held his chest with one hand, stood up on the bed with the other hand, found the medicine powder to stop bleeding from the shelf, and poured it directly on the overturned wound. He almost passed out from the pain, gritted his teeth, and did not let it out. The slightest pain.

He simply wrapped the wound with gauze, "She was scared, you bring her back."

Guan Guan could only do as he did.

Go to the lake in the backyard and bring people back.

Mingzhu was originally courageous, thinking that he had killed someone, but it did not get over for a while.

Zhao Shi shook her hand, "Don't be afraid."

Mingzhu doesn't seem to recognize him anymore, only knowing to repeat the words I killed someone.

She needs to wash her hands and change her clothes.

Guan Shi let the maid enter the house with hot water, and put a set of clean clothes on the table.

Mingzhu's hands were shaking so badly that her copper basin was knocked over, and hot water splashed all over the floor.

The maids immediately brought another pot of hot water. Zhao Shi held her wrist and wiped her fingers one by one with a wet towel.

Help her clean up, the white gauze on his wound was overflowed with blood, and the placket on his chest was also black and red.