After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Zhao Shi's breath was cold and cold on her neck, the pearls hung down her trembling eyelashes, her small face was filled with black and her expression was weak, and her eye sockets contained imperceptible water, which dyed a pair of glazed eyes. wet.

She silently clenched her fingers, her expression was tense, and closed her eyes to avoid the breathless gaze that could force her.

She still couldn't forget the poisoned wine he personally gave.

That’s how it hurts to the extreme.

The tip of Mingzhu's nose was red, and the area around her eyes was also red. She sniffed, and her voice was weak: "I didn't hide."

The candle was extinguished in the room, the light was dim, and only a few ray of moonlight remained through the window. Mingzhu could barely see his face, let alone his unfathomable expression, and only felt an invisible pressure.

Zhao Shi took a little effort with his fingers, pinched her chin, and asked her to raise her face halfway, facing him, his voice was faint: "Did you hide?"

The man's voice has always been kind and kind, without any emotional ups and downs.

Mingzhu was a little afraid of him. The calm surface was stormy. She couldn't tell Zhao Shi's happiness and anger. She turned her face away and said quietly, "Well, it's just a little uncomfortable."

Zhao Zhi's face was a little slow, loosened her chin, and moved gently and slowly to help her sort out the broken hair on both sides of her cheeks. He asked, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

Mingzhu swallowed his throat and said nonsense to deal with him, "headache."

Zhao Shi hummed softly, "Let the doctor come and have a look tomorrow."

Mingzhu lowered her eyelashes, "No, just sleep."

Zhao Shi did not speak, and the atmosphere remained cold. Mingzhu knew that it was useless to say what he said, and the decision made by what he said could not be rejected.

After Mingzhu finished speaking, she regretted it. She didn't have a headache. The doctor came to the door to check her pulse. The lie she told tonight was about to be revealed.

Zhao Shi's fingers on her waist slowly tightened, bent over and lowered her head, bit her soft earlobe with the tip of her teeth, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't I wait for me to sleep tonight?"

Mingzhu's body shrank and lied, "I'm sleepy."

Zhao Shi gave an absent-minded hum, and his wet breath swept across her neck. His tone of voice became lower and lower, and in her ear, he said, "I will wear that fairy dress tomorrow."

The man's bitter breath was quite strong, and he rushed towards her head on.

Mingzhu's pale and weak face showed a thin red, her voice was a little trembling, like a mosquito croak, "Yeah."

Zhao Shi stared at her face, his eyes getting darker and deeper, he slowly let go of her, stood in front of her, and coldly ordered in her ear: "Change my clothes for me."

Mingzhu got up in a hurry, she was a little resisted, shaking her hands several times before she helped him untie his belt smoothly.

The black belt is embroidered with dragon and tiger patterns, and the gold-woven lines feel cold to the touch.

Zhao Shi observed meticulously, and the clues could not escape his eyes, let alone the obvious abnormality of Zhu tonight.

She is not good at acting, and resistance is written on her weak and pale face.

Zhao Shi silently stared at her for a long time. The girl's face was white and delicate, and her drooping eyelashes trembled gently. They were pitiful and weak, and they broke.

The corners of Zhao Shi's mouth curled into a faint arc, and he stared at her face quietly for a long time.

He likes this face. Although her body and mind are a little bit squeamish, she is always obedient and obedient. Every time she looks at him pitifully and innocently with these flushed eyes, it is not sympathy, but instead arouses what he hides. The despicable side.

The girl is so soft and deceitful that she begged to act like a baby.

Suddenly, Zhao Shi stroked her cheeks with chilly fingers, touched her brows and eyes with her fingertips, and finally stayed on her lips and teeth, rubbing her lips with a gentle or heavy intensity, "You are obedient. "

This cold and inaudible voice entangled her deeply.

Mingzhu nodded with a shrinking head.

Men speak with a cold air, cold and determined, strong without leaving room.

Mingzhu's pale paper face gradually turned red, and before he refused to say it, he was blocked by his kiss.

It happened to be the turn of Biying and Forsythia tonight.

Forsythia is younger than Biying, and her face is somewhat thinner, "Sister Biying, I'll go to the hut."

Biying said: "Go, there is me here."

"Sister has worked hard, I will go back as soon as I go."

Forsythia counted the time before returning. She came back with a pinch, and couldn't help muttering, "Why haven't the lights turned off yet?"

His Royal Highness really didn't understand Lianxiangxiyu at all.

Biying glared at her, "Speak carefully."

Forsythia immediately covered her mouth with her hands, and with her ten courage, she did not dare to say the words of the prince who arranged the prince.

Although His Royal Highness has always been cold, but he is by no means a warm-sounding person, not ordinary harsh and cold.

This night, until dawn, Wangyue Pavilion called for water five or six times in total.

Early in the morning, Biying and others bent down and bowed their heads to clean up the room. The smell in the room was rich, and the curtains on the bed were slightly hanging down, blocking the scenery inside.

Biying didn't dare to raise her head from beginning to end. His Royal Highness was extremely taboo. Others stared at the girl Mingzhu, not to mention men. They were not good at serving maids next to them.

The maid who had been serving the Pearl girl since she was a child was dismissed by His Royal Highness, and she was far away.

Biying moved quickly to pick up the clothes on the ground. Before going out with her waist, His Royal Highness said in a cold voice: "Be lighter, don't wake her."

Biying: "Yes."

At dawn the next day, Biying saw that the prince came out of the room neatly dressed, with no extra expressions on his face, all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys were hidden, and others couldn't see through.

His Royal Highness ate outside, and the waiters did not dare to breathe.

Zhao Shi drank a bowl of porridge and asked before leaving, "What has happened to you in the past few days?"

Biying dared not hide it, shook her head, "No."

Zhao Zhi pursed her lips and asked, "How is she feeling?"

Biying replied in a low voice: "The girl seems to be in a bad mood recently."

Zhao Shi couldn't help frowning, tapping his finger on the desktop, "Why?"

"The slave and maid don't know." Biying said carefully: "The girl seems to be someone who wants a company."

She dared not speak too clearly.

Biying didn't figure it out at first. The girl Mingzhu couldn't get out of the door, she couldn't see outsiders, and no one told her about the messy things that happened in the capital. How could she look unhappy?

There is only one answer that she can think of, and that is that the Pearl girl wants to have a child, whether it is companionship or consolidating her position, it is excellent.

It's just that this wish of the Pearl girl will eventually come to nothing.

She is a maid who knows that no matter how spoiled, His Royal Highness will not let an outer room give birth to her own blood.

When Zhao Shi came over last night, someone had already mentioned this matter to him.

He took a sip of the cold tea, hmm, and then went to the court.

Mingzhu woke up at noon again, drank her saliva and fell asleep again. She was so tossed that she got up from the bed just after noon and drank the Biying's refuge soup as usual.

Mingzhu put down the bowl, and realized that her voice became hoarse after speaking, "He's gone?"

Biying replied: "His Royal Highness left early in the morning."

Mingzhu was really afraid of him, "Can you leave any words?"

Biying shook her head: "No, just telling us not to wake you up."

There is also watching her drinking medicine.

Mingzhu lazily dealt with a word.

Biying brought a bowl of black medicine again, and she could smell a heavy bitterness far away, and Mingzhu knotted her brows, "Didn't she drink it?"

Although she doesn't mind drinking a few more bowls of refuge soup, wishing to be as infertile as she was in her previous life, drinking the medicine is really bitter.

Biying explained: "This is a medicine to replenish the body. The doctor said before that you are weak and you need to replenish it more."

Mingzhu is a premature baby with congenital deficiency. She didn't want to drink too much, and waved: "You can let it go first."

Biying's face was about to cry, "You can drink it now."

Mingzhu glanced at her and sighed helplessly. These people listened too much to Zhao Shi's words and dared not defy a word.

After drinking the medicine with a bitter face, she went to the yard to soak up the sun. She sat down lazily, squinted at the sun, and suddenly asked, "Biying, is Arou still working in the wood shed? OK?"

Biying didn't dare to answer, the prince had orders, and they were not allowed to say things that shouldn't be said.

Mingzhu sighed, "Forget it, I won't make it difficult for you."

Last night, when Zhao Shi was in a better mood after the incident, she resisted the sleepiness, looked at him eagerly, and begged him in a low voice, asking him to put Arou back to her.

A Rou grew up with her since she was a child, and she couldn't bear to let A Rou stay outside and suffer.

Zhao Shi didn't say whether to answer or not, but faintly let her sleep.

Mingzhu made a great sacrifice for this, and took the initiative to hug his waist and beg him.

However, Zhao Zhi is hot outside and cold inside, and his heart is harder than a rock, and it is hard to move his whispering pleading.

Biying turned off the topic, "Do you want the girl to have tea?"

Mingzhu doesn't like tea. She thinks it tastes bitter. She said, "I want to eat sweet cakes."

Biying was a little embarrassed, "Then...you can only eat two yuan."

When Zhao Shi was away, Mingzhu said badly about him, "He has to deal with everything, my father is not as wide as he can."

Biying was worried, "The slave and maid will go get the cakes."

Zhao Shi went down to the court and was called over by his grandmother. After some greetings, he turned back to the subject, nothing more than he had reached the age when he should marry his concubine.

The old lady showed him several portraits of women with both talents and beauty, and pointed to one of them, "This is the eldest daughter of the Ming family. If you like it, you can take her as a concubine."

She added: "This is Princess Xiangyang. This child is strange and beautiful, not to mention his identity, and is worthy of the position of a concubine."

Zhao Shi glanced at the portrait, and withdrew his gaze lightly, without any comment: "What you said is."

She smiled, "You like it."

Zhao Shi put down the tea cup in his hand, "My grandson needs to be busy with political affairs today, so I will leave first and come to visit my grandmother another day."

"Go ahead."

Zhao Shi came out of the palace, asked the guards to turn the carriage away, and said, "Don't go to Wangyue Pavilion, go back to the Prince's Mansion."

"Yes."

For half a month, His Royal Highness did not appear in Wangyue Pavilion.

Mingzhu was so uncomfortable, she should eat and drink, her complexion was ruddy and she had gained two catties. Instead, the maid serving her was too anxious to eat, fearing that the girl would fall out of favor, and heard that the palace was choosing a concubine candidate for the prince, and she rushed.

Biying asked: "Girl, are you angering your Highness?"

Mingzhu calmly said: "How dare I."

She wished that Zhao Shi would not come here again in this life, forget her, she would find a chance to run away.

Biying was full of sorrow, "Girl, listen to my advice, don't confront your highness, your highness will eat soft or hard."

"I really don't."

In order to be able to leave smoothly, she has endured the humiliation these days and dared not provoke Zhao Shi's unhappiness.

A white light flashed in Biying's mind, and she asked very carefully: "Could it be..."

Mingzhu asked: "What is it?"

Biying hesitated to say, "Could it be that you want your child to let your Highness know, and deliberately hang you?"