After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Zhao Zhi pinched his thumb too hard, and his curved fingers twitched. He shook his hands and re-fastened the buckle on her placket. His dry throat made a hoarse voice, "Okay."

He avoided her eyes, and could not see her grieving expression of crying at him. Those eyes seemed to be able to speak, silently accusing him of his atrocities.

Mingzhu slowly stopped her tears, her eyes were shining, her thin, pale face was wiped with a handkerchief and turned into a faint red color, she silently tightened her belt, tied a knot, turned her back, leaving only one. The back of his head turned to him and said: "Zhao Zhi, I don't like others to force me."

Love matters, only if you love me.

He almost never asked her what she wanted, and didn't care if she was willing.

Zhao Shi hugged her waist from behind, buried her head in her neck, and swept her cool breath gently across the back of her neck, but he didn't say anything.

As soon as it was dark, Zhao Shi had to get up early and enter the palace. He moved very lightly when he got out of bed. He lowered the curtain layer by layer to block the skylight that was scrambling to get into the house.

Zhao Shi dressed meticulously, holding a cold face, straightened thin lips, and his expression was stern, showing the majesty of his invisible expression.

The maid serving the living of His Royal Highness held her breath, and was cautious, not daring to make unnecessary noises.

Early in the morning, Zhao Shi drank half a bowl of white porridge and put down his bowl and chopsticks. Before leaving, he said coldly, "It's hot in the past few days. Keep more ice cubes in the house."

"Yes."

Mingzhu woke up and her eyes were swollen. Seeing her swollen eyes, Hong Ling thought that Zhao Shi had done something to her.

"Why is he still beating?!"

"He didn't hit me."

"Really?" Hong Ling thought for a while, and immediately changed his tone. "Then it's not right for you to cry if he made you cry."

It was his fault anyway.

"Hongling."

"what's wrong?"

"Are you going to stay here forever"

The Prince's Mansion is not a good place. There are many rules and many eyeliners. She and Zhao Shi can't get along, and Mingzhu is afraid that she will be wronged.

Instead of staying here and watching the winks of others, it is better to move out and live alone.

The expression on Hongling's face is not natural, of course she doesn't want to live here anymore, but! She is being chased and killed, and she has to hide from the limelight.

She speaks covertly: "Take one step and look one step at a time."

Mingzhu touched the money bag around her waist and placed it in her palm, "You take more money and put it next to you."

Hongling was not embarrassed to ask. Earlier in Yangzhou, the pastry shop had made a lot of money, and Mingzhu was taken away in a hurry, and all the money went into her pocket.

"Oh, I can't ask for your money anymore. I still have a lot of money to spend."

The Siamese messengers paid tribute today, and dozens of carriages were filled with tribute.

Zhao Zhixing glanced a few times and saw a little white cat whose eyes were blue and very beautiful.

But Xu was far away, and this little cat was already half-dead.

Zhao Shi asked people to grab the white cat from the cage and stared at it for several times.

The servant whispered: "His Royal Highness, this cat got sick on the road and won't live for a few days. If you like cats, the servant will let you..."

Zhao Shi retracted his gaze and interrupted him.

The servant had to cope with this drudgery.

Zhao Shi felt that Mingzhu would like these beautiful pets. White cats with blue eyes are indeed rare.

After half a month, under the careful care of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the sick cat was cured.

Zhao Shi brought the cat back to the mansion and sent the cat to Mingzhu in a cage.

The kitten is not very moving, quietly nestled in the cage, squinting comfortably in the sun.

Mingzhu really liked it at first sight, and she stretched out her hand to touch but didn't dare to touch it.

Guan Shi smiled and said to her: "Prince Concubine, if you like it, you can stay and raise him."

The kitten basked in the sun, stretched out its paws, and yawned. The squinted cat's pupil gradually opened up round, and the water-blue cat's pupil was like a smooth and smooth glazed stone, showing an incredible beauty.

The more you look at Mingzhu, the more you like it.

When she was a child, she liked dealing with small animals the most. Before her mother died, she had a cat and a dog in the yard.

Only later, Mingru said that she was afraid of dogs, and the little yellow dog was given to a servant in the house by the mistress. I heard that the servant killed the dog with a stick after drinking.

The cat she raised was also given to others by Mingzhu casually making an excuse.

Mingzhu didn't want anything from Zhao Shi, but the cat poked her heart. She really found it difficult to resist, but she still said: "I don't like it, you can give it to others to raise."

Guan Shi felt that things were a little difficult: "This cat is a tribute, and no one else is qualified to raise it. If you don't like it, you can only throw it back to the palace and let him fend for himself."

Mingzhu is reluctant to become a wild cat with such a beautiful kitten. She pretends to be very cold, "Then stay, I will keep it."

Guan Shi knew that she was soft-hearted and cunning, and smiled and curled her eyes, "The prince is really kind."

The little white cat is well taken care of, its hair is fluffy and soft, and it feels very smooth to the touch.

As soon as Guan Lin had left, Mingzhu couldn't wait to hold the cat in her arms and rubbed his paw.

She hugged the kitten and went to Xiaoman's room. The little girl had just woke up from a nap, her eyes were ignorant, and she saw her mother stretch out her hand to hug.

Mingzhu put the little white cat on the soft top, freed her hands to help her daughter get dressed, and picked her up from the bed.

Seeing the fleshy white cat, Xiaoman was not afraid at all, and bravely grabbed the cat by the ear.

Mingzhu gently opened her fingers, "Don't pull the cat's ears, he will also hurt."

Xiao Man looked at her seemingly, he might think that the kitten was not funny, and he had no interest, so he lay on her and said that he wanted to eat cakes.

Mingzhu asked the little maid to bring some cakes with less sugar, and fed her some cakes, "Are you still hungry?"

The little girl nestled quietly in her arms, "I'm hungry, and I want candy."

Mingzhu glanced at her teeth and frowned, "You can no longer eat sweets. If you eat more teeth, you will be gnawed away by worms."

Xiaoman buried his face, "Mother, steal it."

Mingzhu is a little bit embarrassed. Her daughter loves to eat sweets. She has to eat sweets every day, even if her teeth are broken.

After Mingzhu banned her from eating sweets, she couldn't eat anymore, but sometimes she couldn't help it, so she carried her daughter on her back and hid her to eat.

Her cheeks were hot, and she didn't expect her daughter to see her stealing sweets, such a shameful thing.

Mingzhu also put Xiao Man on the soft collapse, and opened the topic, "Will Xiao Man play with Mao Mao for a while?"

The little girl grabbed her fingers, "I don't like it, Mao Mao."

The little white cat seemed to be a little afraid of her.

The little girl caught his tail with her plump hands.

The cat meowed a few times.

Xiao Man was very disgusted and let go of her hand. She raised her round face, looked at her mother and said, "The cat is so noisy."

Mingzhu thought that her daughter would also like these cute little animals, she turned out to be passionate.

She asked the maid to take the white cat back, and she played the mini game for half an hour with Xiao Man.

When Zhao Shi came back in the evening, when Mr. Lin said that she seemed to like the cat very much, her eyebrows gradually stretched, and her cold expression became softer. He asked, "Have the cat's nails been cut?"

Cats are not very human.

If the personality is not docile, it is easy to use cat's claws to hurt people.

Guan Shi slightly bent over: "Sent to the princess, the cat's paws have been trimmed clean, and the temperament has been carefully trained, so that a little beast will never hurt the princess."

"Um."

"At first, the princess didn't want to raise her."

Zhao Shi was surprised when he heard this. The hunting cold wind blew his wide sleeves, his wrists were thin and white, and a string of Buddhist beads was clenched in his palm. He said, "No."

He doesn't like these little beasts who don't understand humanity.

But Mingzhu really likes cats and dogs.

At that time, Mingzhu was still in the stage of discussing marriage, sneaking out the back door every day.

She didn't have much money herself, so she bought some snacks. Seeing wild cats and dogs on the roadside, she couldn't help but feed them.

The cat also sticks to her, and every time she sees her, she surrounds her and meows.

Mingzhu struggled with his face at the time, "I want to take you home too, but the family won't let me raise them. If you go back with me, you will die."

The mistress hates meows.

My sister also felt that the wild cat was dirty.

Zhao Shi also ran into it by accident, and when she heard what she said, she silently remembered what she said.

The summer is sultry, dark clouds are overwhelming, and the air is humid, and it looks like it's going to snow.

The room was dull and breathless.

It doesn't work to open a window to let in the wind.

Zhao Shi sweats easily again. After bathing, he changed his clothes and walked out to see Mingzhu sitting by the window, holding a needle and thread in his hand.

His long hair is tied high with a glass crown, his eyebrows are sharp and his eyes are clear, but the outline looks a little sharp.

Zhao Shi walked over to her and sat down. There was a lingering fragrance on her body. He asked, "What are you embroidering?"

Mingzhu never looked up, "Shoes."

She added a few words: "Little Man."

Mingzhu also bought two pairs of shoes for Hongling, but he didn't have his share.

The sound of rain gradually started outside the window.

The raindrops were as big as beans, and they crackled on the windows.

Zhao Zhi got up and closed the window. Hearing the sound of showers, he said, "If you are bored in the house, you can ask the troupe to come over and sing."

Mingzhu put the stitches away, absent-mindedly: "Oh."

It's not interesting to listen to the play alone.

Zhao Shi lifted the lid of the teacup and continued to talk to her in a soft voice: "Aren't there any other sisters in your house? You can call them over and let them accompany you to listen to the play."

Mingzhu didn't hold the needle in her hand, and the needle stuck into her fingertip, overflowing with blood blisters.

She hissed in pain.

Zhao Shi held her wrist, pulled it to her and took a look, without saying a word, she pressed the small mouth that was poked out on her fingertips with a handkerchief.

Mingzhu is not at ease.

Zhao Shi told her not to move.

The fat white cat sleeping in the soft pillow was startled by his voice, and his hair exploded, jumping up and running wildly. The cat's paw almost scratched Zhao Shi's face.

The fat cat knocked over the water glass on the low table when scurrying.

The hot water in the cup poured on Zhao Shi's leg, and the back of his hand was not spared, and a large area was burned.

It hurts to look at it.

Zhao Shi was very tolerant, and his eyebrows were not wrinkled.

Mingzhu swallowed her throat, her voice astringent: "My cat didn't mean it."

Zhao Shi twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled a little ugly. She didn't care at all whether he was hurt or whether he was burned.