After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

The drum was knocked to the ground by Mingzhu's hands, the water in the bucket slowly flowed out, and the damp lake water soaked her skirt.

Mingzhu put her hand on his palm and stood up with the strength of his wrist. She patted the dust on her dress, "It doesn't hurt."

In fact, the sudden fall is still a little painful.

The fish in the wooden barrel were still alive and kicking, so they took this opportunity to run a few times.

Mingzhu has no time to care about what Zhao Shi has heard. She looks at the fish jumping back into the lake and feels very sorry for herself.

These are all the results of her fishing for an afternoon in the scorching sun, and they are not easy to get.

Looking at her grinning little expression, Zhao Shi still felt vivid and lovely, and the unpleasantness in her heart swept away.

He held her hand and led her back, "Go back and change into a skirt."

Mingzhu has been in the sun for several hours. Although she is wearing a hat, her body is still warm, especially the palms of her hands, which are hot and sticky with hot and humid sweat.

She looked down at the palm she was forced to buckle with him, a little disgusted, but it was hard to tell.

She thought for a while, but she endured it.

But Mingzhu is really intolerant of heat, and I still feel uncomfortable after a long time.

She couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, aren't you hot?"

When Mingzhu was sultry and hot, it seemed to sound sticky, like a humming voice from the nose, with a natural sweetness.

Zhao Shi is exactly the opposite of her. He is not afraid of heat or cold. He said, "It's not hot."

Mingzhu choked, "But I'm hot, don't hold me. It's uncomfortable."

What's more, it's just such a short stretch of road, and it's just a turn.

Zhao Shi looked at her forehead with thin beads of sweat. A small face seemed to be steamed by the heat. He let go of his hand, "Since you are afraid of heat, don't expose it to the sun next time. Long."

I have sunburned my skin and it will take a while to get better.

When the pearl stands under the sun, it becomes whiter and whiter, and the skin looks like a piece of jade without blemishes, delicate and white, delicate and tender.

Zhao Shi's preaching tone made people feel annoyed. She looked up at the reflections of the two of them unhappy and said, "I wore a hat and opened an umbrella."

In the scorching summer, Zhao Zhizhou frowned slightly, "I didn't see it."

Mingzhu did wear a hat at first, but she was uncomfortable wearing a hat. She found a backlit position and sat down and took off her hat.

Zhao Shi came late, of course he didn't see it.

Mingzhu said, "It's not that I lied to you."

Zhao Shiman hummed inadvertently, pulled her wrists, and led her to the shady corridor, where a gentle breeze swept across, and there was a chill.

He took out a clean handkerchief and wiped her fingers one by one.

He looked serious, lowered his eyebrows, and looked very gentle. It seemed that the world around him had calmed down.

Back to the small courtyard, the maids delivered the herbal tea prepared in advance to the two of them, and temporarily asked for a basin of ice cubes to be placed in the room.

Mingzhu was not as hot as it was before, and the temperature of her cheeks dropped accordingly. She sipped the herbal tea, and found it bitter, so she put down the cup again.

During dinner, there was an episode.

After Mingzhu fell out of favor, her food was indeed not as good as before, and the maids who served in the yard were not as dedicated as before.

The people in the kitchen didn't know that His Royal Highness had returned to the house. I don't want to mention the ordinary appearance, almost all the dishes that Pearl does not like to eat.

Zhao Shi's face immediately became cold, his complexion faint, and he couldn't hear the joy or anger. He said, "All of them are withdrawn."

The maids who served the dishes carefully removed all the dishes on the table.

Mingzhu cried out hungry and whispered in her heart, is it that Zhao Shi only now remembered to care about her about Wei Chiyu in the evening?

A man's mind is smaller than a needle.

Unlike her, if Zhao Shi had three wives and four concubines in the backyard, she would definitely not have any opinions, nor would she be a bit jealous.

"Have you eaten?" Mingzhu really didn't want him to come back. She stayed alone, no one had to look at anyone. Not to mention the cautious questioning like now.

She pursed her lips, "I haven't eaten yet."

She said more and more hungry, "Let the kitchen help me stew the fish I caught today? Do you eat fish? I can eat if you don't eat it."

Zhao Shi endured no episodes, "Do you want to eat fish?"

Mingzhu nodded.

Zhao Shi asked the maid to stew the fish, and after that, his face was still not pretty.

He just didn't come, and no one else could neglect her.

The fish soup was quickly stewed and brought over, and Mingzhu ate two bowls of rice with the fish soup.

Zhao Shi raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips and smiled, a little surprised how her appetite has become so good now that she couldn't eat two bites before.

Mingzhu blushed a little when he saw it, and she knew she had eaten a little tonight.

Zhao Shi didn't laugh at her either, "It's a blessing to be able to eat."

Later, Zhao Shi fined the people in the kitchen.

The chef still wants to complain, so he dares to stumble the Pearl girl after being instructed.

Zhao Shi looked at him coldly, but didn't bother to listen to their excuses.

This little thing didn't fall into Mingzhu's ears, and no one told her. She herself wondered how to look at the villain who ordered the dishes and showed her diligence again.

What is even more puzzled is that Mother Liu was sent elsewhere.

Mingzhu chatted with Biying, "What did Mother Liu commit? She was sent off."

Biying didn't dare to tell her when she knew what was going on. She shook her head and lied to her, "The slaves and maids don't know."

Mingzhu peeled a small plate of melon seeds, put it in his mouth, and said as he ate, "Even you don't know, that must be a big deal."

She was not interested, but she was a little bit happy in her heart. Finally, I don't need to listen to Mother Liu's yin and yang strange words to her.

Zhao Shi has been a bit diligent in her room these days, but his words are still as few as before, and they are silent. The two stayed in the same room and did their own things.

Except for those things on the bed, Mingzhu had a bit of unpleasantness with him, and the others were barely harmonious.

Sometimes Zhao Shi was too emotional and seemed a bit too fierce. After a few months of leisure and good life, she really couldn't stand it all at once.

Seeing her uncomfortable, Zhao Shi let go of her strength, and her movements became gentle.

After the pearl was ripe, the body seemed to exude a strong fragrance, the soft ears were burning red, the arm rested weakly on his waist, and even his breathing became much shallower.

The wind died down, a mess.

Zhao Shi hugged her to take a shower, helped her put on comfortable and clean clothes, Mingzhu was half asleep, half-awake, and looked at him with half-open eyes, not knowing what she was muttering. Vague and unclear.

Maybe it was because she was too tired, Mingzhu had nightmares and had a good night's sleep. Take medicine the first thing you wake up.

Zhao Shi was in a good mood, but his face went cold when he heard these two words.

Mingzhu thought that Zhao Shi had already compromised on this matter, so she dared to mention it in front of him.

Zhao Shi liked to play tricks on her when he was free. He pressed her in front of the mirror and said in a way that he would comb her hair and draw eyebrows.

Mingzhu was reluctant, and pushed him, "You let Biying in."

Zhao Shi took the wooden comb, "What's the hurry?"

He didn't rush to help her loosen her long hair, his eyes were focused, his actions were serious, and he combed to the end, as if she and him could grow old.

As soon as she finished combing her hair, the maid brought in the medicine cooked in the kitchen.

Mingzhu blew the hot soup and drank it into her stomach several times.

Zhao Shi looked at her silently, and closed her eyes, with an unclear expression in her eyes. At this time, she was not afraid of hardship.

Mingzhu felt relieved after drinking the medicine. She looked at the person in the mirror and asked quietly, "Your Highness, don't you need to be busy today?"

It's almost noon. He should have left long ago.

Zhao Shi whispered back: "Be busy."

He went on to say: "It happens to be free these two days, I will take you out for a stroll."

Mingzhu almost thought that she had heard it wrong, which was really unexpected, "You want to take me out?"

In fact, she has been too lazy to move recently, and she feels tired after walking for a while, not to mention that these few days are the hottest days of the whole year, and she will be dizzy after walking around for long.

"You don't want to go?"

"Can you go out later? It's too hot right now."

Zhao Shi glanced at the sun outside. It was indeed a little dazzling. He nodded: "Well, then two hours will pass."

Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, and then put herself in a simple bun, which was clean and refreshing, which made her look like a little white flower with no knowledge of the world and no sharp edges.

Before the sun set, Mingzhu went to the bookshelf to find two books he hadn't read, and accidentally turned to the copybook she had written the other day.

There is a vermilion comment on it.

On every page, she wrote neat comments or corrected her mistakes.

Mingzhu doesn't know when Zhao Shi left comments on it, but his words are pleasing to the eye no matter when he reads them.

After noon, the sun outside is not so venomous.

Zhao Shi took Mingzhu out and walked on the road. You could hear the yelling of snacks along the street.

Zhao Shisheng was afraid that she would be lost, so he clasped her fingers together, clutching her hand, and from time to time he had to look around. After passing the stalls selling rouge gouache and jewelry, men always have to stop for a while.

"Would you like to take a look?"

Mingzhu had enough jewelry, she had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Did you bring any money?"

Zhao Shi put the purse around her waist in her hand. It was heavy, there should be a lot of money, "I brought so much."

He added: "It's not enough for me to give it away."

Mingzhu held his purse, "Enough."

Next to the rouge shop is an old-fashioned stall, and the sign that stands up has two big characters written on it-fortune telling.

A shabby old man with a white beard and white hair, looked a little crazy.

Mingzhu passed by his stall, and was suddenly stopped by him, "Girl, do you have a fortune teller?"

Maybe because he is a reborn person, he is born to resist and fear these. She shook her head, "It doesn't count."

Zhao Shi coldly glanced at the old way, and shielded her behind him, "Let's go."

The old man squinted his eyes and smiled, "Girl, I'll give you a fortune for free."

Mingzhu was itchy in her heart, she wanted to hear but didn't dare to listen. She has always felt that the magic sticks of fortune-telling are deceptive.

Zhao Shi is not a person who believes in gods and buddhas at all. People who kill the heart are only suppressed when they go to the temple on weekdays.

The old man stroked his beard, stared at Zhao Shi with shrewd eyes, smiled and said half-truth to him, "This son, your wife is destined to be short-lived."

Zhao Shi turned black immediately and knocked over his stall.