After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Zhao Xin was frightened and stupefied. He stood there with his hands and feet at a loss. The mist was gradually creeping in his eyes, and his eyes were vaguely vague and somewhat fearful. She watched her brother kneeling on the ground motionless, and her long black hair slipped on the ground. When he lowered his head on the shoulder side, he blocked his side face and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

Zhao Xin lifted his heavy legs, walked forward two steps slowly, and whispered, "Brother..."

Zhao Shi didn't seem to hear her talking, so he was quiet, bent over, stretched out his pale hand, and moved slowly, bringing the scattered dust back to his palm little by little.

Zhao Xin held her breath, and the silence in the study made her feel scared. At this moment, she didn't dare to speak.

The sandalwood box niche is very strong, only the ashes in it have been seeded. The panes were erected, and the autumn wind rushed into the room.

The ashes on the ground drifted away with a light blow.

Zhao Shi didn't seem to notice this at all, and he didn't know if he tried too hard, his palms trembled uncontrollably, and his knuckles were dull white, the ground was rough, and his fingertips were worn out. , The bright red blood beads slowly poured down the veins, and a series of shocking bloodstains were caught on the ground.

Zhao Xin was really scared. She was arrogant and arrogant, but she was very courageous. She had never seen an upright and cold elder brother like this. She opened her mouth, and she felt like crying, "Brother, your hands are bleeding a lot.",

Only then did she realize that she might have caused a catastrophe. No matter how valuable things she had smashed up in the past, her brother would never really blame her, let alone kneel on the ground in embarrassment like she is now, a little bit trying to get back to the original.

Zhao Xin squatted down with her knees bent, her eyes were red, and she stretched out her hand, "I'll help you."

"No need." His voice was low and dry.

Zhao Xin squeezed in her heart, and did not dare to move for a while, fearing that the more kind she would do, the worse she would do. She stood up aggrieved, her throat dry and sore. She went to the window and put down the bracket on the wooden window, closed the window, and shielded the autumn wind from the house.

Zhao Shi remained silent, and immersed himself in taking the ashes on the ground back into the box little by little. He lowered his cold eyes, staring blankly at the box in front of him.

His hands were dirty and could not be seen, and his palms were grey and stained with blood stains.

Zhao Shi stood up slowly, and when he was kneeling on his knees, the collision force was extremely strong. She felt very painful just looking at it. Zhao Xin stretched out his hand to help him, but was forced back by his cold gaze. He returned his hands.

Zhao Xin still didn't know why her brother took this box so heavily, and she couldn't think that this was the ashes of Mingzhu. She asked, "What's in this box?"

Zhao Shi raised his face expressionlessly, Tongren's eyes looked faint in the dim light, and he said, "It's nothing, it's not important."

unimportant? Zhao Xin didn't believe it, and her brother just gobbled up like that. How could it not matter?

Zhao Shi's thumb gripped the box niche, thin wrists, and bulging blue veins under the snow-white skin. He seemed to have exhausted his last strength and put the box back in place, turning around to look at Zhao Xin. Asked: "Have you had enough trouble? Are you relieved?"

Zhao Xin didn't dare to make any more trouble, but didn't want to give in. She lowered her eyelids and grabbed her fingers, "Mother has seen Mingzhu."

Zhao Shi took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, embroidered with begonia patterns. He carelessly soaked the handkerchief in water, and then slowly wringed out the water after getting wet, and then wiped off his blood-stained fingers. Clean.

Zhao Xin looked up at him and said, "If she knew that Mingzhu was dead and you still treated her like this, she would be very angry."

Mother is the gentlest person she has ever seen in the world. From their childhood till now, she has hardly been really angry with them. Zhao Xin heard her father say that if her mother is really angry, it is a terrible thing that she will never treat you well again, and will never put you in her eyes again.

Zhao Shi twitched, "You have only been with Mingzhu for a few days, and you are so kind to her."

"This incident is your fault."

Before Zhao Shi, oil and salt did not enter, no matter who came to persuade, no matter what he said, it didn't work. Mingzhu wants to escape him by death? wishful thinking. He wouldn't let her live in peace when she died, so he wanted to trap her in the Yin Cao Netherworld. Wait until he too is dead, and then let someone bury him and her together.

Everyone said she was dead.

Zhao Shi refused to recognize it.

He raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Xin. He seemed to have compromised and said, "Take it as you like."

Whether you think you are looking for a feng shui place to set up a monument for her, or let someone enshrine a tablet for her, he will return everything that belongs to her, no one wants to take it away.

Zhao Xin was afraid that her brother would repent, so he couldn't wait to finish the matter the next day. It is better to have an empty grave than nothing.

She has been in trouble for so long, and her whole person has been haggard and weight loss a lot. For more than half a month, she can't lift the energy. She is listless and depressed. She is finally persuaded by her cousin to go out for a stroll, and she also runs into someone she doesn't like. .

Mingru bowed his knees and bowed, "Your Royal Highness is well."

Mingru rarely showed up since he was divorced, staying at home with illness, and seeing no one. A few months later, she had cultivated her complexion before finally coming out to see people again.

Zhao Xin nodded and said hello, then turned around and took the person away.

Mingru pinched the arm of the maid next to her, the resentment in her eyes was hard to hide. The **** Mingzhu used her life to disturb her marriage. Even if the person was dead and clean, she still resented her.

Mingru heard that Zhao Xin kindly set up a grave for Mingzhu, and invited a Feng Shui master to do it for her. She smiled slightly and said to the maid beside her: "Looking back, you let Lin Yuan find some desperadoes." After a pause, Zhu lips Wei Qi, "When the night black wind was high, I dug her grave."

The maid's heart suddenly jumped, "Girl, would it be too much to do this kind of thing..." It hurts Yin morality.

Mingzhu casually fiddled with the cardamom on his nails, "We are not going to dig, what are you afraid of."

The maid still thinks that if you do this kind of thing, it's really over. If it's not because of the deep hatred of blood, you don't need to dig a grave. She chuckled and courageously continued to persuade. It just came out, and if you let her know..., the consequences would be disastrous."

"That's why I said to find some desperadoes." Mingru's mouth sneered. The princess is also nosy. The prince is not willing to treat her well even if Mingzhu is dead. That's what she deserves. Why should the princess be nosy?

Mingru called to her mother's confidant, and soon found a few people who wanted money but life, and dug the empty grave when no one was paying attention, and smashed the tombstone in half.

After Zhao Xin learned of this, he was almost **** to death. Her Royal Highness was furious, and let the people in Dali Temple threw them in front of her within three days for the wrongdoers.

Shaoqing of Dali Temple felt that the princess, who had always been savage and wayward, was really making a fuss. Do you want them to investigate the small things like grave digging at Dali Temple? Isn't this Mai Tairen?

She didn't know how things got into Song Luan's ears. Only then did she know that Mingzhu was dead, and her son, who was young but obedient, didn't even take care of the funeral.

Song Luan called his son over and scolded him on the same day.

Zhao Zhi didn't refute a word. He sat quietly on the other side and was scolded. In the end, he was afraid that his mother was thirsty, so he poured a glass of water for her, "Don't make your body angry."

His current attitude is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Song Luan looked cold, raised her hand and knocked over the tea cup on the table. She was really upset by him. She thought that she had raised her son very well, was obedient and sensible, and knew what to do and what not to do. It turned out that he just hid and pretends.

"Forget it, I can't control you at all." Song Luan said, "You don't regret it in the future."

Regret is the most useless thing in this world.

Zhao Shi kept his face calm when he left the palace, and learned that his mother was smashed because of the tombstone of the Pearl of the Outskirts of the city. The idiots in Dali Temple couldn't stand the princess's aggressiveness. When things came and went, he stabbed his mother in front of him.

Wei Liu finished talking about the future of the dragon with Zhao Shi, and finally asked superfluously: "That grave..."

Zhao Shi interrupted, "Don't worry."

He laughed angrily, how could Mingzhu's luck be so bad? Only a few days later, the head of the grave was dug up. If she knew that she would be dug up after her death, she would definitely jump out of the coffin and fight with those people.

Wei Liu pressed his surprise and jumped out with difficulty, word by word, and asked, "No...Isn't it repaired?"

Zhao Shi turned Bingxue's cold face and looked at him indifferently, his mouth curled up like a smile, "It's not the place I found for her, why should I help her repair it?"

Hearing these words, Wei Liu was terrified, and he didn't know how much the girl Mingzhu had done so badly that she died tragically and the Crown Prince still gritted his teeth with hatred.

Zhao Shi couldn't tell whether he loved Mingzhu or hated Mingzhu. Maybe they had both, but he couldn't tell. He was paranoid thinking that she knew what he did, blamed him for remembering him, and turned to a ghost to come to him.

Zhao Shi relied on such an inexplicable mood to survive the winter.

The first snow day coincides with the fifteenth full moon day. Zhao Shi wore this moonlight cardigan, with crane moiré embroidered on the cuffs, jade ring on the waist, long black hair pulled up, and his body was thin and thin, and his expression was difficult to understand. The man stood in the promenade, a pair of cold pupils quietly watching the snow that is getting bigger and bigger. He stretched out his fingers and caught a few thin snowflakes. The snowflakes falling on the palm of the palm were fleeting, and it was a little cold on the skin. There was no emotion on his face, and his thin, white fingers were curled together in silence.

This snow fell all night, and the next day the snow pile was as high as a calf.

The servant got up early to clean the snow in the yard and found that the branches of the flowering tree in the backyard had been crushed several times. Looking at it again, the trunk underneath was rotten and looked like an empty shell.

The tree cannot be saved, it is dead.

The death of a tree is not a major event. Guan Shi didn't think much about it, and told His Royal Highness the matter.

On a cold winter day, there was no charcoal burning in the study, and the room was cold. However, Zhao Shi has a hot body, and if it weren't really cold, he wouldn't generally be able to burn charcoal in the house. Otherwise, it won’t be long before you sweat on your body.

Zhao Shi coughed against his lips twice before he recovered. He asked, "What did you say?"

Guan Shi thought about it and said, "The flower tree in the backyard is dead. When do you think it should be moved? When the spring begins, can you plant another flower tree?"

Most people's backyards are planted with asparagus bamboo, or cypress pine with better meanings. It is really rare to plant flowers and trees in the backyard.

Zhao Shi coughed more severely. The faint sunlight reflected on his jade-white cheeks. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. He said, "Just let it go."

Guan Shi heard this and stared at him in a daze.

Zhao Zhidan said: "If you die, don't move."

He still remembered that the tree was moved to the backyard by Mingzhu. She likes spring and all kinds of flower varieties. She is naive and romantic a bit stupid. Huashu was brought by a southern businessman. She liked it very much when she saw it, and she had no money to buy it. Finally, with a blushing face, she pitifully begged him to come and asked him to borrow some money.

She said it was borrowed, but she has never paid it back.

Now that Zhao Shi closes her eyes, she can still remember her red face, ears and whispers begging for him when she was pulling her cuffs, sweet and soft, with a deep sense of taste.

Guan Shi did not dare to figure out the thoughts of the prince, and knew what to do when he got the word.

"His Royal Highness, it's really cold this day, do you want someone to burn some charcoal fire?"

Every winter, a lot of Swiss charcoal is used in the mansion. There are exceptions this year, and it hasn't been used much.

"No need, go out."

Zhao Shi was used to not being afraid of cold, even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, the whole body was still warm. The only person who is afraid of the cold is the one he pampered with care.

Zhao Shi swallowed the blood in his throat, lowered his pale and frail face, fingers clenched the brush in his hand, and then wrote an article. But in the middle of writing, he stopped writing and couldn't write anymore.

Her voice always rang in her ears, complaining, unhappy, and joyful. But soon these specious sounds stopped abruptly, and the silence in the study was a little frightening.

He took an ancient book from the shelf casually, and since he couldn't calm down to write, he could only read.

It happened that he was holding the books in those days when he forced Mingzhu to read those books, and when he opened the first page, he could see the handwriting she had written down at a glance.

Zhao Shi's eyes were tense, and he forced himself to look over if nothing had happened. However, he couldn't hold it up even after reading a page. He called the entourage outside the door with a cold face, with a hoarse voice, "Move all these books away." Bar."

There are some things that he can't see, it's hard not to think of her, the face he once loved, torturing him all the time, reminding others that things are right and wrong.

Every time at this time, Zhao Shi's hatred for her reached the deepest, and he hated her to death like this.

He supported the table with both hands, and his tight heart was suffering from colic. He slowly bent down and gasped for breath. After gradually relieving, his face paler than paper looked a little better.

At night, Zhao Shi drank tranquilizing soup before going to bed.

He hadn't dreamed for a long time, but had a sweet dream that night.

The dream is in the lush spring, Mingzhu still lives in the other courtyard of Li Lane in the capital, wearing a maple-colored tulle skirt with large sleeves, and a string of light blue small silver bells hanging around her waist. She stood in the brilliant sunshine and smiled at him, her shiny cheeks were puffed by the sun's powder puff, she took the initiative to lift up his fingers, her charming body was close to him, and a scent that seemed like nothing permeated the tip of his nose. He heard her say: "You are back, are you tired?"

Zhao Shi felt that this was a dream and not a dream.

Mingzhu raised his fingers shyly, held his toes, and kissed the corners of his lips boldly, "I miss you so much."

Zhao Shi couldn't control his body. Even if he heard these soft words, the expression on his face did not change at all, but he took advantage of the situation and held her palm, and then lifted her into the air.

The room was fragrant and soft, and a pair of slender snow-white calves came out from the quilt, and the toes stretched out and curled up.

The man fished her into his arms, he lowered his eyes to look at her flushed face, the girl in his arms opened her round eyes, her dark eyes were moist, and she didn’t know whether her eyelashes were sweated or drenched. The tears were wet, and the eyelashes trembling with water droplets, weak and unbearable, arousing love and affection.

The man's other hand strongly clasped the back of her head, his slender fingers plunged into the black and soft hair, and he stroked it gently, then he lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth gently.

The wind and rain stopped abruptly, and the girl put his arms on her back and put her eyelids on her head, and whispered to him: "Your Highness, I want a child to be company."

Zhao Shi wanted to hug her tightly and want to talk to her, but the more anxious he was, the faster he woke up.

The sky outside was already bright, and beams of white light entered the room.

Zhao Shi was stunned for a long time, and slowly woke up from the dazzling dream. He got up, put on his clothes, was about to wash, raised his hand to touch his cheek, and touched some wet marks. If he had nothing to do with his face towel, he dried his face, opened the door, and the cold wind rushed over his face. The rustle and snow last night, the yard was all white.

He remembered again that Mingzhu also liked snowy days. She always looked like a child who had not grown up. She didn't feel greasy when she saw more snow. Every time she ran out to build a snowman and took her small scissors to the back garden. Cut plum branches in the house.

Forget it, I don't know how to protect myself when I'm weak, wear less clothes, and have fun. After teaching her, she doesn't have a long memory.

When Zhao Shi thought of her, he had a headache again, so he rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers to make it better.

...

Mingzhu is about to give birth, but she dared not ask a wife to deliver her baby in Yangzhou City, for fear of being recognized by those who have seen the portrait.

In the southern winter, the weather is wet and cold, and the cold pierces the bone marrow like a cone. Fortunately, Mingzhu’s bedroom is very warm, burning charcoal for warmth, and it doesn’t feel cold.

Hongling went outside Yangzhou to find a stable wife for her, but there was no suitable one for a few days. A woman giving birth is like going through a ghost door, and you have to be cautious in everything. It's rare to find a good stable wife, but they don't want to run over in the winter because they feel too far away.

Hongling angrily told Mingzhu about this, "What should I do?"

"If you really can't find anyone, you can only find it from Yangzhou City."

"You shaved your head and covered half of your face, so you shouldn't be able to recognize it."

"I think so too."

From this day on, the two little girls are looking forward to the birth of the child as soon as possible.

Wei Chi took the initiative to transfer from Changzhou to Yangzhou more than last year, and bought a house not far from her. Wei Chi is more than messy and busy with official duties, and there are not many times when he can spare time to see her.

But if she sees anything interesting, she will be sent to her. Almost all the exquisitely crafted tiger-toed shoes in the closet were sent by him.

Hongling had already recognized Wei Chiyu as the child's godfather, and asked what Mingzhu would do in the future, but she shook her head blankly and said she didn't know.

"On the day of the Lantern Festival, Mr. Wei personally made a lantern for you." Hong Ling said sourly, she also wanted such a good man in her dreams! The lantern was more beautiful than the one sold in the shop. She returned to her old business, like a beggar and shamelessly asked Young Master Wei for a lantern, but he ruthlessly rejected it.

"You like it, I'll give it to you."

"I won't grab it with you. My future grandfather will definitely do it for me." Hong Ling curled his lips.

Mingzhu pursed her lips and held back a smile.

Hong Ling poked her lightly, "Do you like him now, or do you mean you can't forget the old man?"

Women are not only stupid than men when it comes to love matters, they are also more affectionate than men. There are also some unforgettable feelings after they are deep-rooted, and the notion of keeping one's body like jade is even more ingrained.

Mingzhu glanced at her with beautiful eyes, and she said, "I can't forget it."

She admitted that sometimes she would think of Zhao Shi, a little reluctant to bear him, but when she was forced to repeatedly remember the scenes that he was about to kill her, the memories that emerged from the corner disappeared.

The scars can be removed only by repeated punishments.

Hong Ling said: "I saw a young and beautiful girl pestering Young Master Wei before, so you have to keep a close eye on him."

Mingzhu sighed, and looked down at the aquamarine jade bracelet on her wrist. This bracelet was given to her by Wei Chi Yushang. It has a very pure texture. She asked, "Do many girls like him?"

"nonsense."

"All right."

Mingzhu felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and she couldn't say that feeling, so she didn't even think about it.

A few days before giving birth, Wei Chiyu found her a trustworthy wife from Changzhou, and asked her to live in her yard ahead of time.

The child was born on a coincidental date, and it happened on the last day of the first month.

Mingzhu was eating noodles at the time. The more she ate, the more her stomach hurts. Hongling looked at the wet skirt under her and cried.

Mingzhu was calmer than her, put down her chopsticks, stood up on the edge of the table, "I seem to be going to give birth."

Hongling jumped and ran, rushed out and knocked on Wen Po's door, "Help! Mingzhu is about to give birth."

In the evening, water started to boil in the kitchen.

Wen Po helped Mingzhu onto the bed. At this time, she was already in pain to the death, a large section of cold sweat fell into the collar, and the thin spring shirt was soon soaked in cold sweat.

Wen Po squeezed her hand, "The girl will bear it again."

Mingzhu didn't have the energy to speak, and the bursts of pain made her want to die.

It hurts too much.

The intense pain reminded her of the bowl of poison/liquor she had drunk in her last life.

The sharp pain of cutting through the intestines is like being quenched through the lungs by a burning knife.

After waiting for more than an hour, the production is still not going well. Wen Po looked at the woman on the bed whose breath was getting weaker, and immediately asked Hong Ling to ask the doctor.

"Hurry up, I'm afraid the girl will have a difficult childbirth."

When Hongling heard the word for dystocia, her face turned pale. She had seen many women who died because of dystocia. Sometimes they couldn't even keep their children, and they killed or killed them.

Hongling ran away, rushing out as if stepping on a wheel under his feet. She also knew that she was going to find a famous doctor in the big pharmacy, and ran to the pharmacy in a flash of fire. She caught a doctor and asked her to go home with her.

The doctor felt ridiculous when she was pulling the shirt by her, and asked angrily: "Girl, what are you doing!"

Hong Ling stomped, "My sister is not going to have a baby anymore! You come home with me to help."

The doctor wanted to grab her hand, but the little girl was so powerful that he didn't push him, "I'm going to see someone else. You can go to another pharmacy to find a doctor."

The doctor packed up the medicine box and was going to see a doctor from the distinguished guests from the capital.

I heard that the distinguished guest from the capital came to the temple outside Yangzhou Mountain to burn incense and lighted the eternal lantern for his dead child. Xu was too tired and fainted on the way back.

Hong Ling must be reluctant to reason with him at this time, grabbing his collar and robbing the person back to his home.

Zhao Shi learned from his entourage that the doctor had been taken away. He bent over and coughed a few times. He didn't care much, "You just go and invite people over."