After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

I haven't seen a fire as vigorous as the one that burned last night in most of my life. A big fire burned everything clean. Miss Mingzhu’s corpse was not even one piece together, only a few burned pieces were left unclear whether it was her or not.

He couldn't bear to even look at it, and he took it away carefully. At this moment, I dare not take it out, but it will be taken out sooner or later.

Zhao Shi swallowed the blood in his throat, still looking pale and indifferent on his face, as if his calmness hadn't been affected at all. His throat was so painful that he could hardly speak, his expression still seemed calm and calm, his flushed eyes looked at the steward coldly, making a sound like a knife cut, he asked, "Where is the maid who serves her next to her?"

The steward hurriedly replied: "I was rescued last night. Biying slept in the side room. The fire didn't reach the side room at the beginning. She luckily saved her life."

Zhao Shi said, "Bring her here."

The manager was in a panic and brought Biying up. She was always calm, but she knew crying now, her eyes were swollen, and her voice was crying dumb.

She knelt on the ground, tears all over her face.

Zhao Shi felt that she was making noise, and looked at her indifferently with low eyes. He wanted to cut off her tongue now, but no, he still had something to ask.

"Where is she?"

Biying wiped away her tears and suppressed the mournful cry in her throat. She didn't know if it was because the morning wind was too cold, or because she was trembling with fright. She choked and said, "Girl...girl..."

Zhao Shi took a step forward, "Speak well."

"The girl went to bed early last night."

People who are pregnant are already lethargic. For half a month, the Pearl girl went to sleep soon after having dinner.

Last night, she slept dead by herself. She didn't even know if it was on fire, or was called out of the bed, only to see that the room beside her had been burned out.

She was crying and wanted to jump in to save people, but was dragged back. The burnt beams continued to smash down, blocking their way.

Zhao Shi frowned slightly, his eyes revealed a little puzzled, "I ask you, where is she?"

Biying was shivering in the cold, and the words that His Royal Highness uttered were like a few cold and sharp knives, hanging on top of her head at all times, not knowing when they fell.

She cried silently and couldn't answer.

Zhao Shi closed his eyes and said, "She won't be so stupid. She is most afraid of pain."

The fire burns on the body, it hurts so much.

She can't bear this kind of suffering, she is smart, and she must have ran out long ago before they knew it.

It must be so.

Zhao Shi said: "You all go and look for me carefully, she must be hiding."

Biying felt that His Royal Highness was already a little crazy.

Guan Shi stepped forward and asked: "His Royal Highness, this yard..."

Zhao Shi calmly swallowed his throat, his eyes hardly daring to look back, he strained a cold face and said, "Remake it again."

...

The news that the Prince's Mansion caught fire last night and died, flew around like wings.

It didn't take long for everyone to know.

Mingzhu still nestled in the Chenghuang Temple as her "little beggar for the refugees". The little girl sitting next to her saw her pitifully and stole two buns for her from the bun shop, "You eat."

Mingzhu was really hungry, and she didn't dare to go out to buy food. After eating two steamed buns, she remembered and asked, "Will someone find out that you stole something is not so good?"

"It's okay, the city has been busy these days, no one cares about me as a thief."

"what happened?"

"Let me tell you, the concubine of the torch prince was burned to death last night! They are busy looking for someone."

"Find someone?"

"Yes, although I don't know who I'm looking for."

Mingzhu nodded, "Then let's not go out for a few days."

Mingzhu stayed in the Chenghuang Temple for a few days. Everyone in the capital was in danger. The prince’s personal guards had to search the door every day and night, making it mournful.

It was sunny and sunny for several days. I heard that His Royal Highness was ill. He was having nightmares all night, and repeated scenes of her dying in front of him. His red eyes were full of tears, and a dagger was stabbed in his chest. He panicked. Helped her wipe the blood stains on the corners of her mouth, but it was still not clean, and watched her fall to the ground and swallowed.

In the past few days when Zhao Zhi was ill, he was haggard, his face was thinner, and his beautiful bones looked more distinct and profound. He woke up every day, and the first sentence he asked was whether he found him.

No one can answer his words.

After half a month, the prince's illness still did not heal, and the hemoptysis that woke up in the middle of the night was also getting worse.

The manager knew that the girl Mingzhu was dead, and the prince would always be sad, but he didn't expect to be so distraught to the point. To this day, she still refuses to believe that the Pearl girl is dead.

It is not a solution to let those personal guards search.

The manager was cruel and sent the remains and ashes he had collected before to the front of His Royal Highness.

He knelt down and said, "His Royal Highness, since you love Miss Pearl, please give her peace."

Zhao Shi was wearing a water-cyan long gown, standing quietly by the window, his face pale as paper, he turned around, and his voice was extremely weak: "What did you say?"

The steward took out the ancient wooden box, "His Royal Highness, it contains the remains of the corpse of the girl Mingzhu. You can't come back to life from the dead, so you can give her a good ride."

People die like a lamp, and if you don’t, you’re gone.

Zhao Shi didn't react for a long time, he frowned, and then the coldness on his face cracked apart. A pair of dark eyes seemed to be filled with extreme pain. He looked down at the dark box and blinked. His eyes were sour, lips were moving, and he didn't say a word.

Even though the facts are not enough to see, he risked his death to say these words.

He took out a burnt and blackened gold leaf from his sleeve and placed it gently on the table.

Zhao Shi stared at this piece of gold leaf for a long time. It was because he was uneasy at that time, and took her to the temple to find Master Chen to beg to keep her safe.

He let her wear it with her, and she said yes.

These things are all like things in the previous life.

Zhao Shi twitched the corners of his mouth and realized that he couldn't laugh. The Taoist priest said that she was short-lived, and he didn't believe it, and he still doesn't believe it.

That morning, before he entered the palace, she blushed and told him that she wanted to eat sweet cakes from the palace.

Zhao Shi stepped back two steps, not knowing whether he was physically weak or was irritated by these things. He supported the edge of the desk with his hands, stood firm, and then whispered, "Go out."

There was no strength in the voice, and it was a bit distracting.

The closed doors and windows blocked the outside light source, and the light in the room was dim. He looked down at the black wooden box on the table and stretched out his pale fingers. The moment his fingertips touched him, he quickly pulled back.

His fingers seemed to be scalded by hot sparks, a pain in his heart.

He didn't even open the box to take a look. He directly locked the wooden box into the cabin in the cubicle. Maybe he would not take it out again in this life.

These days, the investigation was overwhelming, but nothing was found, no murderers, no suspects.

Zhao Shi covered the corners of his lips and coughed a few times. The internal organs in his chest seemed to be carved out, and there was a mouthful of congestion in his throat.

He called his entourage in, "Let them all stop."

"Yes."

But even so, Zhao Shi still did not set up a mourning hall for Mingzhu.

Ming's family also knew about Mingzhu being burned to death by fire. It was said that when he died, he even had a child in his stomach, and he was not destined. If he died, he died.

The happiest person is Mingyuan. If her mother hadn't told her to restrain herself, she would have no idea how to celebrate.

"It's also bad luck. It's not a good time to die. It just happens that I will die half a month before my sister gets married."

"Don't say a few words, the prince is also cruel, not even a funeral was done for her after so long."

"She deserves too? A concubine, buried when she dies, what a big deal."

Ming Yuan was right. The death of a concubine was really not something worth paying attention to. Throughout the ages, no one was willing to organize funerals for lowly concubines. Mostly carried a coffin and buried it.

The memorial tablet of Mingzhu was engraved by the steward, who was pitying her. The carved memorial tablet didn't dare to be sent to His Royal Highness, and only given to Biying, let her worship on her behalf.

These days, Biying is crying, and she has to find a place where no one has found, and burn paper money for the girl Mingzhu and her children.

For the first seven days, she hid in the corner of the yard and burned paper money for the Pearl girl, and was seen by His Royal Highness.

She was too frightened to move.

Zhao Shi didn't say anything, but just let people put out the fire in the copper basin with water, and let people throw the remaining paper money into the well.

Biying didn't know where the courage came from, crying and begging the prince to do a memorial service for Mingzhu. Can't let her die and become a lonely ghost.

Zhao Shi said nothing.

Biying's tears wet her eyelashes, her eyes blurred, "Your Highness, the girl put the fire on herself."

The quiet and calm man turned around as if irritated by her and kicked her away.

Zhao Shi sneered, turned and left.

That being the case, he would not let her rest in peace, nor would he let her have a home when she died.

She wants to be reincarnated? dream!

No matter the person or the soul, he just wants to trap her.

Zhao Shi got more and more angry as he thought about it, and the steps under his feet got faster and faster. He walked to the study, opened the compartment door, and unscrewed the locked cabinet with the key. He looked at the cabinet with no expression on his face. Box.

Zhao Shi reached out and hugged the box, and found a moment of peace.

After a while, he locked the box back, and went back to the study to review the notes if nothing had happened.

After finishing his official business, even if it was late at night, he was still not sleepy, so he drew a book from the shelf, turned the first page and saw her handwriting.

Draw a circle crookedly on the comment.

Zhao Shi's heart twitched suddenly, he closed the book forcefully and put it back in place, not intending to take it out again to take a look.

...

After learning that there were no guards to search on the streets of the city, the jewel of the Chenghuang Temple, who was "stealth", decided to leave the city.

The little girl with her also plans to go to Jiangnan with her.

Mingzhu thought for a while, but still did not refuse.

The little girl is witty and smart, and even if they are together, they have a care, the only shortcoming is that they talk a lot.

"Fortunately, I secretly liked His Royal Highness before, but I didn't expect that he was also a man with a stone-hearted and pedantic heart."

Mingzhu was sitting on the bullock cart and couldn't help laughing when she heard what she said.

"What are you laughing at? His favorite concubine is dead, and he doesn't even have a coffin! I won't do the funeral for her. I originally wanted to eat two porridge."

Mingzhu pursed her lips and chuckled, "Wait for the place, I'll treat you to porridge."

The little girl rolled her eyes, not believing that she was rich, she kept chattering, "He deserves to be sick, but for the sake of his good looks, he shouldn't die so quickly."

Mingzhu poked the straw under her body with her finger, and smiled at the corner of her mouth. Zhao Shi was not that easy to die. He also lived well in his previous life.

However, it is really unfair.

In his last life, he even gave her a funeral, so why did he stingy so much that he didn't even give her the coffin.