After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu originally thought it was because of her incompetence that her mind was so dizzy, and her vision became more and more blurred.

After she was helped to bed by the palace maid, her mind became even more drowsy, so she wanted to sleep well when she touched the pillow.

But the body became more and more uncomfortable, the temperature of her cheeks was scary, and the sweat dripping from her forehead was on the bare skin, rolling down her cheeks into her collar.

Because she couldn't stand the heat, Mingzhu kicked away the thin quilt on her body irritably, and lay down for a while with her eyes closed. It was still hot and uncomfortable, and her whole body seemed to burn.

She opened her eyes, supported the bed with her hands, and sat up slowly, trying to get out of bed and pour herself a glass of water, but she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Mingzhu was panting heavily, and then she realized something was wrong. After a few glasses of wine, she wouldn't become so drunk.

She pinched her palm with her nails, and recovered a little from her trance. She soon thought that there was a problem with the few glasses of wine she had drunk.

She put on her dress with the last bit of strength and tied a knot in her belt.

The tide swept in, the medicine was ferocious, and her consciousness gradually began to lose weight.

Mingzhu stretched out her hand to pull out the golden hairpin from her hair bun. Her black hair was silky and satin-like, spreading loosely and lazily on her back, making her face more petite and pitiful.

Holding the hairpin in her hand, she was cruel, even if she was afraid of pain, she still slashed on her calf, and the sharp tip pierced her skin, leaving a hideous wound with fingers long.

Blood was pouring like a fountain, fresh blood soaked through the hem of her skirt, and the apricot-white cloth became blood red.

Mingzhu is a person who is afraid of pain, she made a sound in pain, gritted her teeth and endured it. The method is stupid, but it works.

The intense pain really made her forget the heat and sleepiness.

She took two deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down in this situation.

If Zhao Shi found out that she was missing, she would definitely be looking for her. This palace doesn't seem to be very remote either, she will be able to support him after a while.

Mingzhu raised her eyes and looked in the direction of the door. Sure enough, the door was locked. If the outsiders didn't unlock the lock, the people inside couldn't get out.

Mingzhu was uncomfortably tight at this moment, and the light of water swept through the end of her eyes, and she endured very hard.

She has survived rounds of medicinal properties, her back is already soaked, and the clothing attached to her body reflects the thin line of her back.

The sweat dampened her hair.

She seemed to have just emerged from the water, like a damp mushroom in the deep forest.

Mingzhu really had no other way. When she was about to faint, she pinched herself severely, and her palms were full of crescent marks.

She was too scared, deeply afraid that a man would break in at this time.

The person who prescribed her medicine should have planned this way. Wouldn't let her go easily at all.

Mingzhu hugged her legs and shrank into the deepest corner of the bed. The footsteps outside the hall were getting closer, and her face was as pale as paper.

There was a squeaky friction sound between the opening and closing of the hall door, and they opened.

The moonlight came in and was blocked by the door. The light in front of Mingzhu's eyes lit up, and she saw a man through the bed curtain.

Not Zhao Shi.

Mingzhu has never been so eager to hope that Zhao Shi will find her soon.

She kept shrinking back.

The man stopped a few meters away from her, and he asked, "Who is in bed?"

As soon as he entered the house, Song Huaiqing not only heard the sound, but also smelled the rich fragrance.

The fragrance is too strong, and it smells uncomfortable.

Mingzhu tightened her body, she had already pointed the sharp end of the golden hairpin at her neck just now. If he dared to come closer, she could only decide to keep her innocence.

She was not a chaste woman, but she never wanted to let those who abuse her with the medicine succeed.

Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, Mingzhu finally got a chance to breathe and suddenly relaxed a lot. Her voice was particularly hoarse, "Song Master, it's me."

When the girl talked, her breath was weak, and it seemed to be extremely difficult to receive and throw up.

Song Huaiqing was no longer light and breezy, and his expression became ugly and tight. He asked, "Girl Pearl?"

Mingzhu just wants him to go out quickly.

Song Huaiqing could only see a shadowy figure, he asked: "When did you come here? Who brought you here?"

When asked this sentence, Song Huaiqing's tone was very serious, and his cold tone turned into a knife.

The indifferent questioning was a questioning attitude, and he suspected that she had calculated him.

Mingzhu said: "Before you, a little palace lady brought me here."

After she said this sentence clearly, she said word by word: "Master Song, can you go out first?"

Song Huaiqing had already smelled that the incense lighted in the small incense burner on the desk had an aphrodisiac element.

He rarely sinks, and this calculation is clearly beyond his acceptable range.

Song Huaiqing had never seen such a despicable trick. He turned around and opened the door to dissipate the smell in the room. Then he asked: "Ms. Pearl still remember what the maid looks like?"

Mingzhu has bitten out blood from her lower lip, "round face and apricot eyes, about the same height as me, wearing pink clothes."

The bones on Song Huaiqing's fingers squeaked and creaked, and it was the same person who brought him over.

He immediately understood that he and Mingzhu were calculated together.

If he was hit today, he would definitely count this incident on Mingzhu. At that time, not only would the Song family not let such a shameless person be spared, but his Royal Highness would also not be able to tolerate her profusely.

Song Huaiqing thought of someone, but he didn't want to believe it.

He swallowed his throat and was about to open his mouth to speak.

The fire from far away illuminates this side hall more brightly, and the wind is blowing under the feet of His Royal Highness, and the aura of the whole body is colder than the fog in the middle of the night.

Zhao Shi's expressionless face said, "Where is the person?"

Song Huaiqing turned sideways, "Inside." Lin added: "Nothing happened."

"You go out."

Song Huaiqin didn't say a word, and stepped out. It was discovered that the outside of the temple had been surrounded by the Forbidden Army.

Mingzhu's consciousness was floating and sinking, her hands firmly grasped her clothes, her eyes closed tightly, her eyelashes trembling lightly.

Zhao Shi opened the curtain of the bed and saw her look like this, his eyes flushed immediately. His clenched five fingers slowly opened, and he carefully picked up the person from the bed, pulled the blanket on the side to wrap her body tightly, lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Zhuzhu, it's okay."

Mingzhu's fingers weakly grasped the placket on his chest, her head was sweaty, and the temperature on her body was terrifying. She raised her eyes and glanced at him, "I feel uncomfortable."

Zhao Shi hugged her and left here, put his fingers on her back, gently soothing, and when she fell asleep, let the imperial doctor come over with a cold voice.

The imperial doctor diagnosed her pulse through a layer of gauze, and sniffed the wine glasses used at the banquet. After careful consideration, he said: "Your Highness, this girl accidentally ate Qianjin San."

"The drug is strong, the weight is not light, it can be confusing, and it can be..."

Not even the imperial doctor said, Zhao Shi knew it in his heart.

Zhao Shi's eyes were like a knife, indifferent and sharp. He said, "Is there an antidote?"

The imperial doctor was very embarrassed: "No, just wait for the medicine to pass."

Zhao Shi's face was gloomy: "She still has injuries on her leg, please help her to see."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The imperial physician dared to open the corner of the curtain, hurriedly glanced at the wound, and quickly averted his gaze, so as not to make his Royal Highness unhappy. He said, "The minister is going to dispense the medicine."

As soon as the conversation turned, he said: "But the wound is a bit deep and there may be scars."

Zhao Xin said, "Go down and dispense medicine."

Mingzhu couldn't sleep peacefully when she slept. After a while, she felt dry again. She groaned and asked for water.

Zhao Zhi held the water glass in one hand, and held her back with the other hand, and brought the glass to her lips.

Mingzhu drank a little eagerly. After drinking a glass of warm water, her throat was still burning, "I want more."

She stretched out her thin white neck and pushed away his palm, as if she had to get out of bed and plunge into the water to feel comfortable.

Zhao Shi pressed her wrist and patted her head gently, "I'll pour it for you."

Mingzhu was fed by him and drank five or six cups of water. After all, her throat was not so dry, but the temperature on her body was still hot.

She seemed to be crying hot, and the knot on her belt was tied by herself. At this moment, it seemed that she hadn't come out of panic, and the knot couldn't be opened.

She had red eyes, she was delirious and did not forget to politely ask him for help, "Help me unbutton my clothes, I'm about to heat up."

Zhao Shi's fingers used a little bit of strength, and after two pulls, she untied the intractable belt around her waist.

The heat is relieved and it feels a little more comfortable.

Zhao Shi asked her to lean on his shoulder and waited for ordinary people to calm down again before he had time to take a closer look at the scar on her leg.

Four or five staggered scratches, the skin is open and fleshy, and the wound is hideous and ugly.

He hugged her arms and used more strength unconsciously. Mingzhu was so afraid of pain, he didn't know if she shed tears when she scratched herself.

The expression on Zhao Shi's face was somber and icy, Wei Liu stood outside the door, whispering, "Everyone has been found."

Zhao Shi put her on the bed and walked out blankly.

In the yard, the court lady **** knelt on the ground.

"All here?"

"Yes."

"Where is the maid who pours her wine?"

"No one recognizes her, she's long gone."

Zhao Shi curled up his mouth and smiled sarcastically, "Gone?"

Wei Liu had never seen the expression of His Royal Highness before, staring coldly at the people kneeling on the ground, as if he were looking at a dying person.

Zhao Shi said, "Where is Sheng Ling?"

Before Wei Liu could answer, Sheng Wenlin couldn't help himself, "His Royal Highness, my cousin has stopped early tonight. It has nothing to do with her."

Maybe it was just an accident.

If it was really a calculation, someone would dare to hit the pearl, but they wouldn't know that Song Huaiqing would never mess with it.

To put it harder, I really wanted to kill a girl with that nasty method. Just find a few men perfunctory, and you won't push Song Huaiqing over stupidly.

Zhao Shi turned a deaf ear, "Bring Sheng Ling here."

Wei Liu paused, "The princess had already left the palace before, and drove to the temple with the Queen Mother to pray for blessings."

Of course Sheng Ling is not a fool. Some things that are too obvious will definitely be caught.

She originally planned to find a few men for Mingzhu casually, but in this case, she couldn't dodge the incident. It would be better to be a pusher and accuse Mingzhu of being unclear.

Only Jiaofangsi is her destination.

Sheng Ling didn't do it himself, so he didn't leave any evidence.

Zhao Shi smiled and said without emotion: "Then go and ask the Queen Mother to come back."