After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Sheng Ling has been going smoothly since he was a child, but he had a big somersault in getting Zhao Zhi. She hated Mingzhu so deeply, even if this **** died, it would be hard to vent her hatred, let alone her life so beautiful now.

Sheng Ling used to want to see her as a matter of one sentence, but now he wants to send her a post, which is really a shame.

Sheng Ling would rather die than see her live a comfortable life. She stood outside the prince’s house for a while holding her temper, her legs were stiff, and her feet were numb. After an hour of incense sticks, Sheng Ling couldn’t help holding the soft knife on her waist, and she was done today. Can't see Mingzhu's plan.

But unexpectedly, the steward of the prince's mansion suddenly came out: "Princess, come with your slave."

Sheng Ling sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Okay."

Guanshi Lin took her out of the study. He passed the message first. After a while, he came out of the study with a polite expression: "Princess, His Royal Highness, please come in."

Sheng Ling was surprised that the person she wanted to see today was Pearl.

Some things Mingzhu doesn't know, she doesn't mind telling her kindly.

Sheng Ling suppressed the mixed thoughts in his heart, and entered the study with a calm complexion.

"Cousin, do you want to see me?"

She could not see the expression on Zhao Shi's face. The man stood in a dark place with illegible light, and the majesty that had been accumulated for a long time rushed over.

Sheng Ling's heart suddenly raised, a little nervous.

Zhao Shi looked up at this face and felt a little strange. He sneered and walked out of the darkness slowly: "I heard you want to see Zhuzhu?"

Sheng Ling didn't panic, made an innocent and frank expression, and said, "How does my cousin know? Why does Mingzhu tell you everything?"

There was a faint smile at the corner of Zhao Shi's mouth. The smile was not enough to reach the bottom of his eyes. It was more like a kind of superior sarcasm. He said, "What are you going to see her for?"

Of course, Sheng Ling didn't say that she was here to harm others. She smiled reluctantly and pretended to be carefree: "Cousin shouldn't ask me so carefully about matters between girls."

She pretended to be naive: "Cousin wouldn't be so stingy, right?"

Zhao Shi didn't take this trick, and looked at her with a smile. Sheng Ling was staring so hard that he couldn't hide the smile on the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Shi is merciless: "She doesn't like you."

Sheng Ling Qiang laughed.

Zhao Shi said coldly again: "You don't like her either."

Sheng Ling bluntly explained: "Cousin, people will grow up. I used to be ignorant and did those foolish things."

Zhao Shi smiled faintly, and narrowed his eyes: "Sheng Ling."

Sheng Ling shuddered, and a bit of cold air penetrated into her skin. She felt that her cousin seemed to be a different person. Although he had always ignored himself before, at least he couldn't see the murderous aura that seemed like nothing.

It took Sheng Ling for a while before he dared to look directly into his eyes.

Zhao Shi said, "What do you want to say to her? Say I almost killed Wei Chi Yu, or I have someone else in my heart."

Zhao Shi said that her words were not strong, and Sheng Ling was not too courageous, but she was so frightened that her hands and feet were cold, and the chill burrowed down the soles of her feet.

The man in front of her seemed to have seen her intentions a long time ago.

Sheng Ling couldn't laugh either.

Zhao Shi's eyes were like two sharp knives, which could pierce her heart at any time.

Sheng Ling said: "Cousin misunderstood."

Zhao Zhijiu was in a high position, as a natural deterrent, killing people invisible.

His eyes faintly glanced at the soft knife on her waist, his eyebrows became cold again, and he casually asked, "Why did you bring the knife today?"

Sheng Ling's usual weapon is the nine-section whip. She seldom uses the sword to play with the sword.

The woman's face changed slightly, her fingers rested on her waist, and she hid her ears like a bell. She said, "The weapon my brother gave me."

Zhao Shi sneered, just a look in his eyes could scare people into their legs: "Do you think that you came to kill Mingzhu today, and no one dares to do anything to you?"

Her fatherhood is distinguished.

Mother is also a nobleman.

She was the only girl in the family, and someone helped her out for everything.

Even if she killed Mingzhu on an impulse, her life could be saved.

Sheng Ling really wanted Mingzhu to die, and she would not do it herself if she had to.

The best way to kill is to use someone else's hand.

Sheng Ling's thoughts are indeed deep. At this time, he can deal with it calmly. He said calmly, "Cousin, how dare I kill? As a means."

"Yes?"

"Don't you know me yet?"

"Sheng Ling." Zhao Shi looked at her with disgust, "If you dare to say something that shouldn't be said to her, or hurt her, I will not only kill you personally, but before you die, Cut your parents and brothers thousands of times."

Sheng Ling couldn't move his limbs, and his face turned pale.

Zhao Zhi went on saying word by word: "Don't mess with me, let alone mess with her, don't show up in front of her in this life, and don't think of using conspiracy and trickery to harm people."

Sheng Ling's voice weakened: "Cousin can't."

"As long as something happens to her, I will count it all on you. You'd better pray day and night for her to live a long life and be healthy."

Except for Mingzhu, Zhao Shi never tells lies. If he said it was a thousand cuts, he would really show it to her Ling Chi.

Sheng Ling knew that his cousin was cruel, and since ancient times, there has not been a soft-hearted person as the prince, but he did not expect that he would say such ruthless and horrible things to himself.

Sheng Ling was sent out unconsciously, through a corridor, through the courtyard of the outer courtyard, and a few shadows between trees, she saw Mingzhu holding her daughter chasing butterflies.

The sun was shining, and the smile on Mingzhu's face seemed to be brighter than the scorching sun.

She went crazy with jealousy.

Those cold threats echoed in my ears, and no matter how unwilling he was, I could only break my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.

Mingzhu was tired and sweating profusely. She sat in the pavilion and rested for a while. The little girl in her arms was full of energy. She caught the butterfly that she had just caught in her hand, and handed it to her as if offering a treasure, "Mother, here you are. ."

Fatty opened his hands and the butterfly flew away again.

The little girl wants to cry or not.

Mingzhu pursed her lips and smiled, and wiped her face clean with a handkerchief: "Fly away and catch it tomorrow."

Xiao Man languished on her chest, muffled: "No more."

Mingzhu squeezed her face: "Why are you still angry with yourself?"

Xiao Man pouted his ass: "Humph!"

Mingzhu thought that Zhao Shi had said that her daughter had a temperament like him, and she couldn't imagine what Zhao Shi was when she was a child.

Is it also so capricious?

Also like to act like a baby.

The little girl fell asleep when she was sulking. Mingzhu took her back to the house and helped her change into sweaty clothes.

The little white cat also nestled quietly beside the little master, yawned, his round eyes gradually narrowed into a slit, and fell asleep quietly and comfortably.

The drapery was hung on a hook beside the bed, and the warm sunlight outside the window spilled in, evenly falling on the bed.

Mingzhu raised her hand and lowered the curtain, and then went to the kitchen to give a bowl of pigeon soup.

Before the soup was cooked, Mingzhu was invited to the study by Guan Shi.

She didn't want to go, and couldn't hold Lin Guanshi's low-pitched request, so she felt reluctant for a while.

Zhao Shi actually wanted to see her, and there was a scary and deep meaning in her eyes.

Zhao Shi changed.

Mingzhu thought silently in her heart.

In fact, when Mingzhu first met Zhao Shi, she thought he was a boy from Zhilan Yushu.

In just a few short years, Mingzhu felt that the man in front of him seemed to be overwhelmed by an indescribable loneliness.

When Zhao Shi saw her, he loosened his brows, "Catch the butterfly?"

Mingzhu was very impatient: "Yeah."

Zhao Shi smiled: "Is it fun?"

Mingzhu thought for a while: "It's okay."

Butterflies are rare in this season. The butterflies in the yard were specially released by Zhao Shijiao.

If you can please her, it would be a bit useful.

Mingzhu lowered her head: "You asked me to come here to ask this?"

Zhao Shi said frankly: "No."

Mingzhu absent-mindedly looked at the scenery outside the window: "Then if you have anything important, please tell me quickly. I still have soup in my kitchen."

Zhao Shi asked, "Is there any part of me?"

Obviously, there is no.

Originally, according to Mingzhu's soft personality, he would not say anything harsh and straightforward to hurt people's hearts.

But in front of Zhao Shi, she didn't want to be polite: "No."

Zhao knew it, and walked up to the little hand that had been pulled forward, and said, "My mother asked me to send some sweet-fried chestnuts. You can try it."

"Oh."

Zhao Shi took her and sat down by the window, putting still hot chestnuts in the bamboo basket.

He seems to be very leisurely and concentrates on helping her peel the chestnuts: "Open your mouth."

Mingzhu eats soft but not hard, with a stiff expression on her face, slowly opening her mouth.

The chestnuts taste soft and delicious.

Zhao Shi knew that she liked to eat chestnuts, and he didn't eat it himself, so he peeled it for her.

When the staff asked for advice, Zhao Shi did not shy away. While peeling chestnuts to her, he said: "Just tell me what's the matter."

It's no big deal either.

After the staff had finished talking and waiting for the prince, they did not hear anything. Looking up, His Royal Highness was peeling chestnuts seriously, turned his head to look at the woman beside him, and whispered: "Eat more."

Mingzhu is shy by nature, and in front of so many people, it is impossible to deal with it calmly.

She was flushed with a few pairs of eyes, and forced to open her mouth. After eating the chestnuts, she gritted her teeth: "I'm not eating anymore."

Zhao Shi wiped her fingers and stroked her back, "Okay, I'll peel it for you next time."

Mingzhu stalked her neck and said, "I don't like to eat chestnuts."

Zhao Shicai didn't believe her duplicity, "Wait for me a while."

"..."

I don't understand anything to say to him.

The staff and others pretended to be deaf and dumb, but in fact they were sitting on pins and needles.

In private, His Royal Highness is too...

It's unexpected.

Zhao Shi downplayed a few words and sent his staff away.

He grabbed her hand and suddenly said, "I don't have to give her a good face when I see Sheng Ling in the future."

Mingzhu grumbled: "I don't want to see her."

The wrinkles between Zhao Shi's eyebrows seemed to be uneven, and he opened his mouth, several times he wanted to make it clear to her.

At a critical juncture, he became a coward, just trying to whitewash peace.

When I walked out of the study, the golden afterglow shining on my face was slightly dazzling.

Zhao Shi clasped her fingers tightly, and he suddenly said in a very low voice: "Zhuzhu, can you not hate me?"