After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

The blood on the ground gradually changed from bright red to dark black, and the room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Mingzhu was still trembling with coldness. She looked down at her fingers that had been washed with water. She regained her consciousness and raised her sleeves. The clear light-colored shirt was stained with large chunks of blood. She frowned. Seriously say every word: "I have to change clothes."

Zhao Shi's chest hurts terribly, and his face is paler than a dead man, and the big cold sweat slid down the collar of his chin. He took a breath of cold air, enduring the intense pain that came in densely, and covered his chest with one hand, suppressing the blood that was still leaking out, but soon the blood flowed out from his fingers.

He staggered to his feet, opened the door of the room, and asked people to find a new set of clean clothes for Mingzhu.

Guan Shi became an ant on the hot pot, "His Royal Highness, you don't want to move anymore."

The blood is flowing more and more, and the imperial doctor has not yet been invited. If something happens in a while, what should I do?

Zhao Shi didn't seem to have heard it, and then said: "Fill a bucket of hot water in again."

After saying these words, Zhao Shi sprinkled half a bottle of hemostatic medicine on the somewhat hideous flesh and blood, and then simply bandaged it with gauze.

The blood barely stopped.

He sat on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes tightly, raised his white and slender neck slightly, his brows were very painful. The powder stained the wound, like hot oily dots spilled on, and he gritted his teeth hard without making a sound.

He took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth and was silent for a while before he gradually subsided from the pain.

Zhao Shi slowly took off his clothes and changed into a thin snow-colored shirt.

The hot water was ready, Mingzhu took the clean clothes, walked to the screen like a wandering spirit, took off the blood-stained dress, sat in the bathtub for a long time, and the water was going to be completely cold. She still had no plans. Get up from the inside.

Across a screen, Zhao Shi asked in a low voice, "Zhuzhu, are you okay?"

Mingzhu didn't seem to hear him, and was quiet, without making a sound.

After a while, she finally couldn't smell the smell of blood on her body, and she was willing to get up from the tub, change into new clothes, and slowly walked out from behind the screen.

Zhao Shi walked up to her with a pale face, his eyes fixed on her, and saw that the buckles of her coat were wrongly fastened several times. He took her by the hand and led the person to the bed, letting her sit down first. After that, he was very patient and helped her refasten the buttons one by one.

Mingzhu looked up at him, her misty vision gradually became clear, she seemed to recognize him, her eyes were a little confused, she slowly raised her hand, and put five fingers on the place where he was stabbed by the knife just now. When she pressed her down, she saw the man in front of her frown in pain, his face getting paler and paler.

Zhao Shi didn't stop her movements either, looking at her silently, indulging her movements.

His look was actually already ugly. She stabbed the knife without any extra energy, and the tip of the knife almost pierced his chest. It is also Zhao Shi who can bear it.

The red blood under his eyes seemed to be swollen and about to flow out of his eye sockets. Zhao Shi silently swallowed the smell of rust rising from his throat. He said, "I'm not dead, and you didn't kill."

Mingzhu nodded sluggishly, holding her body tightly and didn't want to say anything.

The temperature on Zhao Shi's body was getting higher and it seemed to have started a fever, and he was a little unable to hold back his consciousness, and said to her forcibly, "Go to sleep, and wake up as soon as you sleep."

Mingzhu is not sleepy now, she is not sleepy at all, her eyes are looking at the dagger falling on the carpet, her face is drooping, and she doesn't know what she is thinking.

Zhao Shi's fingers stroked her side face, her thumb curled up a little, and she put it away weakly, but

The imperial physician rushed over from home overnight. Guan Shi hurriedly took the person out of the house and knocked on the door with fear, "Your Highness, the imperial physician is here."

There was no sound inside after a long time.

Mingzhu looked at the man lying on her lap, as if he had fallen asleep, and fainted again.

She poked his waist with her finger, and the sleeping man did not respond.

Mingzhu stared at his face without saying a word. His expression was probably the most gentle when he fell asleep. There was no heaviness between her brows and eyes that she could not see through, and no indifferent eyes, and cold voices.

Looking closer, the skin is delicate, the eyelashes are very long, the bridge of the nose is straight and straight, the roots are very good, the lips are thin, and the lip shape is a little better than others.

Her long, thick hair was laid loosely on her back, her figure was thin, and her skirts were somewhat hollow.

Mingzhu's eyes were wet, she didn't really want to kill her, she did feel relieved when she stabbed her for the first time. After years of resentment, I suddenly found an outlet to vent.

She relieved her hatred and wanted to withdraw her hand.

But Zhao Shi didn't give her this opportunity. He held her hand tightly, stabbed the knife deeper, and kept saying those things in her ear to stimulate her.

Mingzhu felt that Zhao Shi was crazy.

He is really crazy.

He's an out-and-out lunatic.

The people outside were anxious.

Guan Shi didn't dare to rush in, but patiently knocked on the door again, "Your Highness?"

After waiting for a while, the room was still quiet, there was no sound.

Guan Shi couldn't wait any longer, so he pushed open the door without authorization. The dry blood on the ground had not yet been cleaned up, and the stench rushed toward him.

Mingzhu was not surprised to see them coming in. She pointed to the man lying on her lap, "He is asleep."

Guan Shi knew that it was broken as soon as he heard about it, so he ran to him and lifted Zhao Shi up from the bed, probed his nose, his face turned pale, and this person was almost out of breath!

There was a whole night in the Prince's Mansion. The people underneath stayed awake for most of the night, and pots of blood came out from the dormitory of His Royal Highness.

Ordinary hemostatic drugs are almost ineffective, and the blood can't stop at all.

Mingzhu watched them busy like an outsider, she stood by the bed at a loss, and no one had time to care about her.

The imperial doctor was busy sweating profusely, and finally stopped the blood at dawn.

Guan Shi hurriedly asked, "What happened to Your Highness?"

The doctor wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, his expression was solemn, "It's hard to say."

Guan Shi was overwhelmed with regret, "His Royal Highness was still very energetic at first, and the injury didn't seem to be serious."

The imperial doctor said: "This knife almost hurt the prince's heart and lungs. Fortunately, the knife entered and exited a little bit. It was not a major problem, but there is too much blood flow, and now it is hard to say."

After a long pause, the imperial physician hesitated and then said, "The prince is not a minor injury. Can you send someone to deliver the news to the palace?"

Guanshi Lin shook his head, "Not yet. His Royal Highness is extremely unhappy that the people underneath are the masters without authorization."

"Ms. Lin, this is a big deal. If you don't tell me, I also want to report to the palace."

Guan Lin is in a dilemma, and everyone with a discerning eye can see clearly how the crown prince came from this injury.

It was the Pearl girl stabbed.

If this matter is to be spread, the end of the Pearl girl will not be good.

Guan Shi said, "We should wait until His Highness wakes up before making any plans."

Mingzhu originally thought she would not be able to sleep, but she slept better than anyone else this night, and did not repeat the nightmare that she was killed by Zhao Shi over and over again.

Woke up at night, it was almost noon.

There was no one in the side room. She sat up from the bed and looked out the window with ethereal eyes.

After a daze, she finally recovered and walked out of the room and stood in the yard to bask in the sun.

Unknowingly, he moved to the door of Zhao Shi's room.

Guan Shi didn't sleep all night, and his hair turned white. He was annoyed when he saw Mingzhu and couldn't help her. He had to walk over, "Prince Princess, your Royal Highness is not awake yet, you can go in and see her."

Listening to the unfamiliar name, Mingzhu couldn't move her feet.

"Is he still awake?"

"The imperial doctor said that His Royal Highness is not very good."

Mingzhu understood, she turned her face, looked at him innocently and asked, "Is Zhao Shi going to die?"

Guan Shi gritted his teeth, "The imperial doctor said that if your Royal Highness doesn't wake up tonight, he won't be able to wake up."

Pearl twisted her eyebrows.

Guan Shi was ruthless and pushed her directly into the room regardless.

The bedroom with closed doors and windows is dimly lit, and a lot of sunlight is blocked out of the door.

There is a strong and insoluble medicinal smell inside, and breathing can be heard quietly in the room.

The blood on the ground has been cleaned up, and the tragedy of last night seems to have never happened.

But the dagger beside the bed stayed on the ground, no one moved.

There are residual blood stains on the handle of the knife.

Mingzhu didn't like it here, she turned her head and ran out, but the door was locked from the outside. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push it open.

Mingzhu's back slowly slid down against the door, and she sat on the ground motionless.

When her legs were numb, Mingzhu stood up again. She walked to the bed of Babu and looked down at the person on the bed.

She touched his face with her hand, cold, not very warm.

Mingzhu glanced at the wound on his chest, lifted the gauze, and the black herb stuck to his wound.

Mingzhu felt really boring, she didn't want to stay here, but she couldn't get out.

She thought she would be sad, but she was not as sad as she thought.

She said to herself, "Zhao Zhi, will you die?"

"The scourge left for a thousand years, you should not die so easily."

She is thirsty.

She poured herself a glass of water, took a couple of sips, and the corners of her dry lips were moisturized, and she had the strength to continue talking, "They locked me and you together."

She was scared.

Afraid that Zhao Shi has no breath now, then she is living with a corpse.

Mingzhu’s fingertips were cold, and she suddenly said, "I miss my mother so much."

I also want to return to Jiangnan.

Miss those carefree years.

She said tears were coming down, "I just want to live a normal and stable life."

Don't splash the sky with wealth, and don't overwhelming power.

Mingzhu didn't know if he could hear what he said.

She said that she would lie down on the bed to rest when she was tired.

I don't know how long time has passed, and Mingzhu heard the sound of her stomach screaming.

She hadn't eaten all day and her stomach was empty.

She touched her belly and said to the man on the bed: "Zhao Zhi, I'm hungry."

She curled the corner of her mouth, feeling aggrieved, "I think Wei Chiyu, he will cook for me."