After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

There are always things to be said.

If she can really hide it for a lifetime, but she is still tortured by those pains, it is difficult for Zhao Shi to remain indifferent.

Mingzhu had a blank expression on her face. After a while, she seemed to delay hearing what he said. The delicate eyebrows slowly wrinkled, and the pain in the dark pupils gradually spread.

She looked at him blankly, her voice speechless.

Zhao Shi stared straight into her eyes, and his outstretched hand fell stiffly in the air.

She shrank her body, hiding in a corner with horror, her posture like a tight string.

Zhao Shi slowly approached her, kneeling on her waist, a pair of eyes had red blood streaks out of his eyes, his pale face was completely bloodless, his fingertips trembled, and his cold thumb stroked her cheeks. The voice seemed to be filled with lead, hoarse and unpleasant: "That glass of wine was not prepared by me."

Mingzhu's mind was still dumbfounded. After a long time, she seemed to understand what he meant. The expression in her eyes when she looked at Zhao Shi changed, from a kind of avoidance to fear.

How would he know that glass of wine?

Why did he suddenly talk about things he shouldn't know?

Did Zhao Shi also dream? But he is not a person who believes in the power of ghosts, let alone some absurd dreams.

unless……

Unless he is like her.

Mingzhu shuddered and couldn't help shaking. She said, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Zhao Shi held her trembling hand, her eye sockets were too tight, and it was a bit painful. He took a deep breath, and the pain of being torn in his chest calmed down. He said, "That was Sheng Ling preparing. Wine."

Mingzhu can't pretend that she doesn't understand, but what's the point of Zhao Shi's coming to tell her this now? She now remembered the tragic situation of being pinched and drinking alcohol, and she still felt uncomfortable suffocating.

That glass of wine is like a knife.

Cut her throat.

Cut through the internal organs in her body again.

Corrosive and clean.

Mingzhu sneered at the corners of her mouth. She raised her eyes. There was strong hatred and resentment in her slightly red eyes, "What's the use of you telling me this?"

Did you want to tell her that he didn't want to kill her?

But in everything he did, did he treat her as a person? Even if you have a bit of sincerity towards her, you won't do so many dictatorial things.

What's more, in those clear dreams, she watched him send the wine to her with her own eyes.

No regrets at all

There is no reluctance either.

Mingzhu was not lightly angry, her chest was violently up and down, and her breathing was a little bit panting. "Do you really not want my life at that time? You keep saying that you like me, but what do you like me? This face? Or something else? I don't have the talent that can make you admire, and I don't have a decent family background, you just like my body."

She was emotional when she said this, and tears rolled down unconsciously.

She seemed to say to herself, and she seemed to say to him: "So, if you want to kill me, I can figure it out. My existence seems to have corrupted your reputation."

He is the gentleman Jiaojiao, and the arrogant and arrogant Prince Ru Yueqing.

The outside room should not be raised.

Even more shouldn't be raising the outside room before marrying the princess.

Zhao Shi's hand shook with her tears, and he knew that his explanation was mostly pale and weak.

"The glass of wine has passed my hand, I will ask the emperor to check it." After a pause, even Zhao Shi didn't know if he wanted to continue talking?

Do you really want to say it?

Does he really dare to say it?

Zhao Shi faintly laughed, with a bitter smile: "There is a medicine that prevents pregnancy from being put in it."

Mingzhu was shaking all over, her lips pale, and the confusion in her eyes gradually turned into a deep unbelievable.

Zhao Shi held her cheeks with both hands, his fingers could not be held by her tears. He endured the sharp pain in his heart, every word was like a knife cut: "I didn't stop them, I didn't know what to do. , Let them deliver that glass of wine in front of you."

Mingzhu really didn't want to cry at all, those specious dreams had long given her the answer.

Zhao Shi continued and said, "I don't know when that glass of wine was changed."

Mingzhu's head was dizzy and her body was weak. She gritted her teeth and silently stared at him with tears full of resentment.

Zhao Shi was afraid that she was biting her tongue, applying pressure with her fingers, breaking her lips and teeth, and handing his fingers over. He said, "You bite me, don't bite yourself."

Mingzhu was not polite to him at all, a few sharp teeth bite between his fingers hard, tasted the smell of blood, and did not stop.

Zhao Shi also hurts, but the pain on his fingers is insignificant compared to the pain in his heart.

After a long time, Mingzhu vented enough anger, and finally let go. Her white lips were stained light red with his blood. She whispered, "What is the difference between you and Sheng Ling."

Does it matter what is in that glass of wine? not important.

Zhao Shi's attitude towards her from the beginning to the end is to treat playthings, it doesn't matter whether it is death or injury.

Unscrupulously violated her wishes and hurt her again and again.

Zhao Shi tried to think about how she would react after knowing these things, anger, sadness, sadness, and hatred. It was definitely not like the light and flamboyant sentence of lifting weight now - he and Sheng Ling are the same.

Zhao Shi swallowed the smell of rust in his throat. He said, "I really didn't want you to have children at that time."

So I just used that way.

Mingzhu raised her head and looked at him blankly. She raised her hand and slapped him **** the face.

Zhao Shi's face was slapped by her slap, and her face was numb, but it was not particularly painful.

He was beaten, but his heart was relieved a lot.

Zhao Shi grabbed her hand, "Does it hurt?"

The hands of Mingzhu rarely hit people, with delicate skin and tender flesh, and red palms.

Zhao Shi lowered his eyes and rubbed her wrist quietly.

Mingzhu kicked him with her feet, Zhao Shi didn't fight back, nor did she pay attention to the few nail prints on her face.

Mingzhu weakened, knelt down on the edge of the bed, disheveled and said nothing.

Zhao Shi silently embraced her in his arms, "You were covered with blood at that time, I wondered how could a person shed so much blood?"

He knelt on the ground holding her corpse, shaking his hands and covering the corners of her mouth like crazy, trying to stop the blood that was constantly overflowing from the corners of the mouth, after all, it didn't help.

Mingzhu was forced to stay in his arms, the man's palm was gently supporting the back of her head, her chin was knocked on his chest, she listened to him whispering expressionlessly, her ears were a little numb.

A layer of pitch-black mist rose up in front of Zhao Zhi's eyes, and the mist condensed into drops of water, dampening his eyes. He said, "I killed them, and in the end I also forced Sheng Ling to death."

A person's heart slowly hardens.

Sheng Ling hanged himself in the end, and wrote a letter to him before he died. The language described in detail how she let the mothers kill the pearls.

After reading the letter, Zhao Shi took the sword to find Sheng Ling, but she had already broken it on her own.

Zhao Shi seemed to be talking to himself, and he didn't know if the person in his arms was listening carefully.

Maybe not.

He murmured: "They are all dead, and I'm not too happy."

If he really wants to avenge her, the first person to kill is himself.

After listening to these few words, Mingzhu's expression remained unchanged, cold and indifferent, as if what she had just heard was someone else's story.

Zhao Shi couldn't help but walked into her waist, and when he hugged her tightly, he would not lose her.

A drop of tears rolled down quietly, and soon disappeared without a trace.

He said sorry to her in a gentle voice.

Zhao Shi's introverted character, he can hide things he doesn't want to say in his heart for a lifetime. But today, he almost wanted to dig out his heart to show her.

Take a look, his heart is not all black.

"When I saw you for the first time, you didn't even wear socks, soaked in the lake with bare feet, and your smile was more gorgeous than the sun." Zhao Shi said slowly, "I feel that when I see you at the first glance, You are beautiful, more beautiful than them."

He secretly observed for a long time, wishingly thinking that he had already seen her feet and should marry her.

Originally wanted to accept her as a side concubine.

Later learned that she had a marriage contract.

Zhao Shi felt sorry and thought about letting go. But unable to resist the lovesickness day and night, in the end he did what he had most disdain for.

Ming's family was unwilling at first, and also explained that Ru is more suitable for the position of the side concubine, and also explained that if Zhu is not the seat of the concubine, he would rather die than succumb to him.

Zhao Shi hadn't doubted the words of Ming's family at that time, so he obviously didn't take this set, and was annoyed at that time.

Toasting and not eating fine wine, he directly sent someone to tie her to the other yard.

Didn't she want to die?

He wanted her to die without his permission.

However, Mingzhu was much more well-behaved than he thought, and she was not at all like her ambitious Ming family.

Mingzhu said sternly, "I don't want to listen."

Zhao Shi paused for a moment, then continued in a gentle voice: "I did not do well enough, Zhuzhu..."

He swallowed his sore throat: "In the beginning, I really wanted to take care of you for the rest of my life."

Carefree.

forever happy.

It's a pity that he did a terrible job.

Mingzhu closed her eyes: "Oh."

Zhao Shi would not ask her for forgiveness. He smiled and said, "You can rest assured that I'm not doing well."

It is a walking corpse that is worse than death.

Don't see people and objects in pairs.

Can't hear anyone mention her name.

No wife, no children, no daughters.

Zhao Shi is willing to reveal the most painful side of herself, so that she can get the pleasure of equal revenge, so that she doesn't feel so unreasonable.

"I can’t sleep all night and all night. It’s nothing. For a few years I have hallucinations, as if I saw you. I talk to you, you ignore me, I talk to the air and hear you call me. roll."

Zhao Shi laughed as he talked, as if he was coaxing the child: "By the way, do you want to know how I died?"

Mingzhu's nails were white, and she squeezed his placket hard: "I don't want to know."

Zhao Zhipian wanted to say: "I stabbed myself with the dagger my mother gave me."

"Poke through the heart."

"It really hurts."

Kneeling on the ground, he lowered his eyes and watched the blood trickle down from his chest.