After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Zhao Shi said this very softly, and his low voice was sent away as soon as the wind blew.

Mingzhu froze for a moment, lowered her eyebrows, and pretended not to hear what he said.

What's the point of saying this now?

Zhao Shi silently held her hand. After a while, he pursed the corners of his lips and said in a low voice, "It's okay to hate me."

It should be.

What he did is really wrong.

The clouds shone dazzling rays of light, and the golden sunlight fell evenly between the man's brows and his eyebrows, his brows wrinkled deeper, and his eyes were an incomprehensible deepness.

Men are selfish.

He is almost a kind of mean selfishness in Mingzhu.

Regarding her heart in vain, just to satisfy one's own selfish desires.

Zhao Shi retracted his gaze and abruptly moved away from the subject: "Does your head hurt?"

Mingzhu has not slept well recently, and she always has a headache. The imperial doctor came to prescribe a prescription. After taking a few medications, she didn't seem to be much better.

Mingzhu said, "It doesn't hurt much anymore."

Zhao Xin said, "You still have to continue taking the medicine."

Mingzhu said twice, her little hand was held very close by him, she complained twice, saying that her hand hurts.

After a while, Zhao Shi slowly relaxed a little.

Mingzhu asked: "Why did you suddenly mention Shengling to me today?"

Zhao Shi pondered for a moment and told her the truth, "Sheng Ling came to you today."

Mingzhu hesitated for a few seconds, but it took a long time to react, and she was unhappy: "What is she looking for me for?"

"Not at ease."

"Oh, she didn't like me in the first place." Mingzhu is not afraid of anyone now, and when she tells the truth, she shows a bit of self-willedness that she can't usually see. She sternly said, "I don't like her either."

When Zhao Shi heard the words, the corners of her mouth rose slightly and touched her hair: "I know."

He said again: "She won't come to you again in the future."

Mingzhu hesitated to speak but stopped, and did not hold back: "This is not necessarily true."

Zhao Shi calmly said: "I promise."

Mingzhu didn't believe his words, how could Sheng Ling let her go so easily? A few years have passed, and the hatred for her is only a lot more. Last time I met in the restaurant, Sheng Ling's eyes were so annoying that they could almost kill people.

She can understand why Sheng Ling hates her so much.

Sheng Ling pushed herself to be retired to her, but Mingzhu felt that the culprit was Zhao Shicai, and the most ruthless was him.

Mingzhu didn't know that Zhao Shi had threatened Sheng Ling privately. She said, "You are sorry for her, don't involve me."

Zhao Shi felt amused after hearing this: "When should I be sorry for her?"

break off an engagement? Is it possible for him to be a prince even to retreat from the face of others?

Zhao Shidan was so sure that Sheng Ling would not dare to appear in front of her in the future because of what he said.

He didn't know how to use the appalling punishment.

No matter how domineering Sheng Ling was, he was also terrified when he heard the torture that he had never heard of.

Mingzhu was too lazy to talk to him.

Zhao Shi raised his eyebrows: "Are you jealous?"

Mingzhu rolled her eyes and pinched his palm with her nails, "His Royal Highness, don't be affectionate."

Of course Zhao Shi knew that she was not jealous, but he used this sentence to tease her: "I thought I was too jealous. I thought we were jealous."

Her angry look is very vivid.

The eyebrows are very aura.

Very pretty.

Clean.

It’s good to cry, laugh and be angry.

Even if she is angry with him every day, Zhao Zhi is happy.

He had seen her most tragic death, and he didn't even close his eyes. There was blood on his face and body, a cold corpse.

He hugged her, and gradually felt her body stiffen, her limbs were cold, no matter what method he used to cover her.

Before that, Zhao Shi didn't know that he would cry before. Big tears rolled down from his eye sockets uncontrollably, and they couldn't be wiped clean.

Mingzhu won’t be jealous of him. Perhaps her little days have come recently, and her temper that was not good in front of him has become more grumpy. Will be jealous."

Zhao Zhi's face was stiff, but in an instant, he returned to normal again: "Well, it's okay not to be jealous."

She will not feel sad in her heart.

Zhao Shi has made her sad so many times, and in the days to come, she really doesn't want to make her cry again.

Sometimes he was also very confused, and he couldn't figure out many things himself.

Obviously, when he didn't care to bring her from Ming's house, it was because he liked her very much, wanted to be nice to her, and wanted her to have the best life in silk satin.

It happened that he wound her all over her body in the end, and died at a young age.

Mingzhu was a little upset, his invulnerability now made her angry.

After dinner, Zhao Zhi held his daughter and recognized the words for a while.

Xiaoman now not only writes her own name, but also learns to write her mother's name. She triumphantly writes her mother's name on the paper stroke by stroke, arching her body and can't wait to show her mother's name.

Zhao Shi hugged her tightly: "Don't worry."

Xiao Man stared at him unhappy.

Zhao Shi couldn't help but smile, the little girl stared like a pearl, she had no offensive power, so she couldn't help but laugh.

Xiao Man thought that he was mocked by him, making him even more unhappy.

She said: "I don't want you to teach me to write!"

Zhao Zhihao looked at her in his spare time and asked, "Then who do you want?"

Xiaoman seriously thought about it and said, "Brother Piao Piao."

She wanted to talk about Qi Cheng, but she didn't know what his name was.

Zhao Shi continued to ask, "Who is Brother Piao Piao?"

"Mother said, it's a pretty brother."

Zhao Shi understood it almost immediately. He had planned to change Qi Chengzi before, but at the end he changed his mind, "Your writing is not good, he can't teach well."

Xiaoman said: "But my mother likes him very much, and sweet soup has his share."

Children think very simply.

Zhao Shiman hummed carelessly and patted her head, "Write a few more times, and choose the best one for your mother to see."

"Oh."

Since Zhao Shi's benevolent father is also a strict father, he is not as strict with his daughter as before.

Mingzhu sat under the moon to sew socks for her daughter, her face calm and soft.

Zhao Shi walked over, still unable to pass the hurdle in his heart, pursed the corners of his lips, and asked, "Do you think Qi Cheng looks good?"

Mingzhu didn't know which style he smoked, and she didn't deliberately **** him off, she lowered her head and told the truth: "Well, it looks good."

Thin and tall, gentle and polite, the size is very good.

The most important thing is that he is patient when teaching children.

Not rushing, not irritable, especially gentle.

Zhao Zhi felt sour. After a while, his voice was a bit hard. He said, "I admit that he is indeed a bit pretty."

He squeezed her chin with his fingers and made her look up at himself. He hadn't laughed for a long time, but he didn't know how to laugh anymore.

He asked the most naive question: "Am I good-looking or he is good-looking?"

The man's delicate and flawless face suddenly magnified in front of her. Mingzhu looked at this face, and her heart jumped a few times. After hesitating, she said directly: "He looks better."

Zhao Shi didn't feel surprised when he heard this answer, as expected.

Mingzhu put down the needle and thread in her hand, moved her body to sit at a greater distance from him, and her expression of cynicism made him learn a lot. She asked, "You won't do anything to him again, right?"

This is what Zhao Shi can do.

Zhao Shi smiled: "What can I do?"

Mingzhu said: "You can do too many things."

Killing and surpassing goods, doing evil constantly.

Zhao Shi didn't know how he became a heinous image in her heart. He sighed slightly, "No."

Mingzhu reluctantly believed his words, picked up the needle and thread and continued to sew the socks.

This night is also warm.

The daughter was sleepy writing and fell asleep on the desk.

Zhao Shi took her to the side house to settle down. There were two maids in the house to watch the night, and there was also a special guard outside the house, so there would be no accident.

Mingzhu wanted his daughter to sleep with him, but Zhao Shi disagreed. The method he used with her was much softer and smoother, "She was already enough to stick you."

Mingzhu said: "She was born to me and naturally sticks to me."

Zhao Shi smiled slightly: "If you are accustomed to her now, you will know that you have a headache. You don't know that she has a personality like me."

Relying on favor and arrogance, not relying on or forgiving.

The more you get used to, the more you push your nose on your face.

No one can refute her intentions.

Mingzhu drank the medicine, but still didn't sleep well.

But she didn't have nightmares either. The pictures in her mind were intermittent and her voice was not very clear. Her consciousness was confused and her body was very tired.

Zhao Shi didn't fall asleep at all, and in a quiet atmosphere, he hugged her waist from behind and listened to her calling other people's names over and over again.

Zhao Shi is no stranger to the name in her mouth.

Wei Chi Yu.

Repeatedly recite these three words.

Moist tears hit the back of his hand, and no temperature seemed to scald a big blood hole in his skin, corroding his skin and flesh severely.

Zhao Shi was a little numb when she heard her name Wei Chiyu.

Until now, he was not sure how much weight Wei Chiyu had in her heart.

It should be hard to forget the lover of my youth, the person I loved for the first time, and the person I loved like a wildfire rebirth.

Zhao Shi hugged her tightly, and wanted to embed her into his body like this.

She started to sob in her dream, crying with her eyes closed, her tears turned into a rain of knives, and she was lingering behind his body.

Zhao Shi heard her calling Wei Chiyu to save her.

She murmured: "It hurts."

Zhao Shi swallowed the bitterness in his throat: "Where does it hurt?"

Mingzhu frowned: "I have a sore throat."

The throat is poisoned by poison/drinking.

Zhao Shi's eyes were wet, and he suddenly realized that it was very difficult to whitewash, and some things shouldn't be kept from her.

The knot is the knot.

Pain is pain.

If you don't say it clearly, you will never get through.

Mingzhu was very tired from this sleep. When she woke up, her body was sore and her eyes were sore.

Zhao Shi is already dressed. He has been wearing a crescent-white, gentle and elegant, and Zhilan Yushu after a long absence today.

He looked at her straight, his eyebrows gradually stretched, his voice was unprecedentedly clear, "Zhuzhu, I have to tell you something."

Men are good-looking.

Gentle as she first met him.

Mingzhu was in a trance, and the line of sight in front of her gradually became clear.

Zhao Shi stretched out his hand and stroked her cheek, his eyes were a little ruddy. He said, "The glass of wine that was sent to you back then..."

He took a deep breath and finished speaking with difficulty: "I know it."