After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

When Mingzhu was in her boudoir, she heard from the mothers that giving birth to a child would be particularly painful, but she did not expect it to be so painful.

The clothes on her body were soggy as if they had just been fished out of the water, a few strands of black hair pressed against her cheeks, she was lying weakly on the bed, her face pale, her hands were tightly twisting the sheets under her, and she couldn't get out of the pain. The sound, as if a newly burnt knife stirred her lower abdomen.

Afraid that she would bite her tongue, Wen Po opened her lips and put a clean wet wipe into her mouth. Wen Po held her hand tightly, "Girl, please bear with me, the palace mouth has not opened yet."

Mingzhu was originally a person who was extremely afraid of pain. She was tortured by the sudden pain that swept through and tried to faint. She tried to open her wet eyelids, her eyes were red, her eyes were pitiful, she was about to cry, and she really couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing that she was not very well, Wen Po quickly found out the ginseng she had prepared earlier, carefully removed the wet towel from her mouth, and asked her to hold the ginseng first and hung her breath.

"Girl, it hurts every woman to give birth to a child. If you can't bear it, you have to bear it. Even if you don't think for yourself, you must think for the child." Wen Po wiped the cold sweat from her face and continued to talk to her, no Let her faint, "You must not sleep, the baby can't get out after sleeping."

Mingzhu can't wait to fall asleep. Her chest rises and falls smoothly. If her eyes are not still open, she can't tell whether she is asleep or awake.

Wife gave birth to many people, and she didn't panic when she saw this kind of scene. It was still too early to die, and it would take a few hours to wait for the child to land safely.

"Girl, would you like something to eat?"

Mingzhu can't eat anything now, she shook her head, and said weakly, "No."

Not only did she not want to eat, she was tortured by the pain, nauseated, and vomiting.

Wen Po said: "I'd better eat some, I'm afraid you will be hungry and have no energy to make you feel hungry."

Mingzhu said with a pale face, "I want to eat sweet."

At this time, Po Wen didn't know where to find her sweets. She remembered that there was a bowl of chicken soup left in the kitchen, and she could only heat the chicken soup and feed her a few mouthfuls.

Hongling carried the doctor's collar and brought him home. The doctor was speechless to this rude and unreasonable woman! Really unreasonable!

He straightened out his rumpled shirt, blowing his beard angrily and staring, "You are unreasonable!"

Hong Ling choked him: "My sister's life is almost gone, what else can I tell you. Besides, don't your doctors have to heal the wounded?"

The doctor couldn't beat her, and he couldn't even talk about her. She was shaking and angrily said, "Didn't I tell you that I have to go to see someone else?"

Hong Ling frowned and said confidently: "I don't care, my sister matters."

I was in the drugstore just now, watching the old man packing up the medicine box slowly, not in a hurry, presumably the person he was going to have a pulse check, there was nothing serious about it. There is still a horse-drawn carriage at the entrance of the drugstore, and the family must be rich or expensive, and there is no shortage of this doctor.

"What's more, there are two priorities. These are two lives."

At this point, the old doctor didn't bother to wrestle with her, lest he was **** off by her.

When Hongling was about to push the old doctor into the room, a scream came from inside.

She had never heard Mingzhu call so pitiful, and she felt pain when she heard it.

"You go in quickly!"

The doctor is in a dilemma at the moment, the woman is giving birth, it is really not convenient for him to go in unless his life is at stake.

Wen Po heard Hong Ling's voice and knew she was coming with the doctor. She pressed Mingzhu's knees, turned around and said to the outside through the door: "Wait, the child will be born soon."

Fortunately, although this girl Ming is not in good health, the baby's fetal position is positive.

Wen Po took the trouble to say to Mingzhu: "Girl, you can put more effort."

Mingzhu was panting, numb in pain, and she didn't feel anything. She was holding on with her last breath now.

I don't know how long it has passed, Mingzhu felt that she was dying, and finally heard a soft cry.

Wen Po wiped the little girl's body with warm water, wrapped the child in a swaddle, and held it to Mingzhu's eyes. She said, "Girl, look, it's a girl, she looks like you."

Mingzhu glanced at it, and could no longer hold back and fainted.

Wen Po put the child in the cradle, flicked water to help Ming Zhu wipe her body clean, wash away the blood all over her body, and also changed the sheets by the way.

After finishing all these things, she came out of the house, looked at Hongling and said, "The girl is okay."

He smiled and said with the doctor: "Thank you for running this time."

After all, he gave Hong Ling a look and asked her to pay some money.

The doctor ran for nothing, and there was no anger in his heart. It is better to go smoothly than not smoothly. He also confiscates the money. He just glared at Hongling and pointed to her and said, "Don't be so rude next time!"

When Hongling was in a good mood, he refused to convict others, and stood there and let him advise.

The yard suddenly became lively. The head-catcher got a complaint from the apprentice at the pharmacy and chased him with his front and back feet.

At a glance, Hong Ling recognized that the head catcher was the one who came back and knocked on the door to check the household registration. She became inexplicably guilty and bowed her head before she even thought about it.

The head catcher also recognized her, squinted his eyes, and turned his eyes around among the three of them, "What's the matter?"

Hong Ling was afraid that the wife would miss her mouth, and preemptively said, "My sister gave birth."

"Didn't your sister go back to the country with your brother-in-law?"

"My sister hates the poor and loves the rich! Life in the country is not easy, so she came back."

"Really?" The head catcher was skeptical, "Then what's the matter with you kidnapping the doctor?"

"This is all a misunderstanding!"

The yard was messy, and Hong Ling persuaded the head catcher to convince him that what she said was true and that she was innocent.

In the end, Hong Ling reluctantly took out the candy she couldn't bear to eat from her treasure box, and gave each head catcher a few pieces, saying that it would make them happy.

The head catcher became curious about her sister, who had never seen her face, but she was not in a hurry, she could always see her in the future. In the middle of the night, these people were finally sent away.

The doctor was also tired, but he couldn't rest yet. He has to go to the guest's house to get the pulse and prescribe medicine.

Most of Zhao Shi couldn't sleep at this hour, and the servant underneath watched the candle in his study still lit, and no one dared to bother.

There was only one young girl who was not very clear in her mind, and her thoughts were not right.

She was chosen by Song Huaiqing to give to Zhao Shi's maid. She knew that this grandfather's identity was unusual, and she wanted to get close to him several times. Today, she specially wore a tight-waisted jacket skirt with a large collarbone exposed. She was swaying and coquettish. She was holding tea, her neck and ears were red, and she replied ashamed to pour tea for the man, "The son is drinking tea."

Zhao Shi's long hair was tied high with a jade crown. In the dim candlelight, his expression was dim, and the line of his jaw was cold and sharp. He said lightly.

The maidservant was unwilling, raised her eyes, and she lost her soul with just one glance. She thinks she looks pretty, it shouldn't be difficult to climb the bed.

She pinched her throat, her voice sounded soft and pretentious, "My son, if you don't drink tea, it will be cold."

Zhao Shi finally raised her face and glanced at her condescendingly. The maid’s cheeks were hot and her ears were burning hot. She knelt on the ground, wearing a thin dress, and she bit her waist and hips. Putting his lips together, he stopped talking, "Master."

After a long time, Zhao Shi slowly raised his lips, a dark color in his cold pupil, quietly looking at her.

The maidservant gradually became more courageous, she dared to hook his finger, and dealt with him the same way he had dealt with a man from elementary school, "Maidservant feed you drink."

She stood up, following her movements, the incense applied on her body swayed.

Zhao Shi pushed her away with a palm, and smiled, his eyes coldly like a sharp arrow, he called the entourage in, "drag it out."

As soon as the doctor entered the yard and heard a stern cry, he couldn't help but look at the place where the sound was coming from, and was reminded by someone, "Here."

The doctor retracted his gaze tremblingly, pretending not to hear, and would not bother to go to the trouble.

He walked into the room and was about to give a man a pulse.

Zhao Shi frowned and said, "No need."

His face looked a little pale, "Help me take some tranquilizers."

The doctor didn't dare to ask more, naturally what he said was what he said. He immediately wrote down the prescription with pen and paper. Zhao Shi glanced at the prescription and gave it back to him, saying with a blank face, "Change it, this doesn't work."

The medicinal materials for calming the nerves are just that few over and over again.

The doctor rewrote several medicines, but the man in front of them said it didn't work. He was forced to do nothing, and bit the bullet and said there was nothing else.

"The son looked overwhelmed. If he doesn't want that much, he can get a good night's sleep."

Zhao Shi didn't respond after hearing this, so he ordered the doctor to be sent back.

The doctor also wanted to go quickly. He flung his sleeves when he was in a hurry. The candy that Hongling gave him just now rolled on the ground several times.

He picked up the haw candy in embarrassment, and explained under the gaze of the man: "There is a woman giving birth tonight in the suburbs. This is her sister who gave me a gift, saying it made us happy."

Zhao Xin said.

The doctor also doesn't like candy, so he left it on the table and said, "You are also happy."

The candlelight burned and dimmed. He could hardly see the joy and anger on the man’s face. He only felt that he seemed very lonely. Zhao Shi lowered his eyes to look at the few naive hawthorn candies on the table, his eyes sneered. , Smiled softly.

Now that he could not tolerate happy events in his eyes, he just threw these candy away.

He came to the temple in Yangzhou to light the children's lights. What does the birth of other people's children have to do with him? Instead, it pierced his heart.

...

Mingzhu had a long sleep and woke up at noon the next day.

She was awakened by a burst of baby crying. Hongling's gesture of holding the baby was very strange, and she was not good at coaxing the baby, "Don't cry."

The more she coaxed, the louder the child's cry.

In the early morning, the light shattered into the room, Mingzhu opened her eyelids little by little, watching Hong Ling frantically taking care of the child, couldn’t help but smile, she opened her mouth, her voice sounded very hoarse, she said: "Hong Ling, take the child Hold it over."

Hongling looked at her in surprise, "You are awake!"

Mingzhu slowly sat up with her arms, leaning against the bed pillow. Apart from her pale complexion, she didn't look very haggard. "The child should be hungry."

Hong Ling gently placed the child in her arms.

Mingzhu unbuttoned her clothes and nursed her baby. Sure enough, if some of them were eaten, the children stopped crying.

She looked down at the child in her arms, and a few brilliant rays of sunlight shone through the gaps in the window, setting off her look very gentle.

The hairy Hong Ling didn't dare to move, and spoke a lot lighter, for fear of quarreling the child. She said: "This child's brows and eyes really look like you."

Elegant and beautiful.

Mingzhu felt the same way, "It's like me."

Suddenly, Hong Ling became lost again, and said with a curl of his lips: "Other places don't follow you at all."

She must have followed her father, but her father only has the advantage of looking good.

The child fell asleep when he was full. Mingzhu looked at her white and tender chubby face, her heart softened into a pool of water, and she couldn't bear to look away from her.

Hongling asked: "Did you think about the name of the child?"

Mingzhu smiled and nodded to her, "I've thought it through, and I'm called Xiaoman."

Xiaoman is a nickname. She hopes that her daughter will be consummated in her life. As for the nickname, you can't be vague, you have to make a good one.

Hongling has never read a book, so naming can't help her naturally. She read her nickname several times, "It sounds good."

Mingzhu found that Xiaoman was a very good-tempered girl. Unless she was hungry, she basically didn't cry much. As long as she is full, she will look at her happily and smile at her with a grin.

On the day of the girl's full moon, Wei Chiyu sent a set of exquisite silver jewelry. He was tripped and couldn't move away. Knowing that her little yard was not safe, he sent his confidant to stare in the dark.

Mingzhu didn't know anything about these things. She stayed in her small yard every day, not going anywhere, coaxing Xiaoman to play every day.

However, the business of the pastry shop has not been shelved. Hongling manages the shop in a decent way, because it tastes good and has many repeat customers. But people who come to the pastry shop always have to ask where did her sister go? That woman who is also beautiful with a veil.

Hong Ling casually teased them to fool them, and gradually no one asked again.

Time slowly passed, and Xiaoman was half a year old in a blink of an eye.

Not only can she crawl now, but she can also stand up on her own. A pair of fleshy calves kicked up very vigorously, and Mingzhu raised the little girl in vain and fat, and she couldn't bear to see her cry.

Hongling felt that Mingzhu really spoiled the child too much, "They said that when a child cries, you can't hug her right away, or you will be lazy!"

Neighbors in the neighborhood in the alley have a few children at home, and I often talk with Hongling about how to raise a child, and most of them sound reasonable.

Mingzhu helped the child put on the newly made clothes, and said with a smile: "But Xiaoman is not a crying girl, she is very good."

Hong Ling snorted, "I cry twice a day."

"That's because she is hungry."

"You don't let anyone hold her anymore."

Xiao Man looked well-behaved, but he was actually very temperamental. Hongling wanted to hug her, so she pouted and crawled on the bed, and only gave her a hug when she was full.

The little girl was soft and full of milk scent. People like Hongling couldn't bear to let her go, and wanted to hold her for a while.

"She asked Wei Chi to hug each other. Are you too cruel to her?" Mingzhu asked with a smile.

Hong Ling was angry, but he defended loudly, "Master Wei used things to buy her, how can I compare?"

Wei Chiyu was really nice to Xiaoman, as if he didn't treat her as someone else's daughter at all, and had to give away a lot of good things every time he came.

Mingzhu was surprised at where he got the money. Her memory always stayed in the days when Wei Chiyu had to sell characters to make a living, forgetting that now he is no longer the poor and desolate young man before, but he is just showing off even before the prefect. A man who avoids three points.

Speaking of Wei Chiyu, Hongling felt that he was more anxious than Mingzhu himself, "When will you two get married?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Don't think I didn't see Wei Chiyu hit you by the door last time and kissed you!"

Hongling, a big girl with yellow flowers, accidentally saw her face blushing at the time, and Young Master Wei was so hard to press the bead kiss! ?

She turned around and fled, but couldn't help being curious, and waited for her to turn back to find a location that was not easy to find to peek.

"I just pretended not to know anything, but I just saw it."

"Oh." Mingzhu looked down at her daughter's small face, and gently squeezed her fleshy cheek, trying to avoid Hongling's compelling question.

Wei Chiyu is still very kind to her, and her meticulous consideration always reminds her of the days before the two were about to get married. The good ones almost want to shed tears.

Mingzhu felt that she had slowly fallen in love with him again.

At that time, although Wei Chiyu didn't have much money, he was really not bad to her. He would spend as much as a few cents on her, and never forced her to do things she didn't want to do.

Don't make promises easily, but as long as you say it, you will surely do it.

He even wrote the wedding sticker with her in advance, with beautiful handwriting and beautiful prints. He took the wedding sticker to her, and after showing it to her, he held her oath that he would only be good to her for the rest of his life.

Wei Chi Yu is a shy and introverted person, and it is rare to say such things in front of her.

"Men and unmarried women are not married, you two should get things done quickly, so that Xiaoman has a father."

"What are you in a hurry?"

"I'm not afraid that you will be gossiped. None of these neighbors has a mouthful."

"Let them go."

Marriage is such a major life event, how can it be a trifling matter.

Mingzhu continued to tease the little girl in her arms, Hongling looked at her with hatred of iron and steel, and she ran out angrily to buy chicken legs to eat.

...

The little girl seemed to grow up in the blink of an eye.

Xiaoman is a very quiet girl. This kind of quietness is only in front of Mingzhu. She has a special air in front of other people. She doesn't care or hug, and if she feels uncomfortable, she will push her **** and leave.

Mingzhu foolishly thought that her daughter had inherited her good temper.

When I was two years old, the yard was not enough for her to run around. When she was tired, she kicked her short legs to her mother, stretched out her fleshy little arm, and said milkily, "Mother, want to hug her." ."

Mingzhu couldn't take her hand to hug her, and patted her little head, "You go and play with sister Hongling first."

Xiao Man was not happy, and said, "Mother, Xiao Man wants to hug."

Mingzhu almost compromised, Hongling sprang out from nowhere and picked her up, "My sister will take you out to buy sweets."

Hongling hugged her and went to the street. You could see hawkers buying sugar paintings everywhere in the street, but Xiaoman didn't like sugar paintings. She also picked her mouth, and the candy she liked was very expensive.

Hongling walked for a while, her arms were sore. She put Xiao Man on the ground and walked forward with her hand. Finally, she found the stall that Xiao Man loved to eat.

When I paid, I found that the price had increased again.

Hong Ling was immediately angry, "You are too black-hearted in your business!"

The vendor’s owner is also a pungent master, relying on the deliciousness of his own candies, and doesn’t put anyone in the eye, "Buy if you want, or leave if it's too expensive."

Get out if you can't afford it.

How can Hong Ling stand this kind of anger, is she short of money? ! She quarreled with the stall owner with her hands on her hips, and the people around her quarreled frequently.

Halfway through the noise, Hong Ling realized that there was something wrong. She looked down and found that the child was gone!

Hong Ling's face turned pale, "Where is my child?"

The people watching the excitement didn't pay attention, and asked, "You lost your baby?"

"Oh, go report to the officer! It's not a small thing to lose a child."

"Yeah, yeah, go ahead."

Hong Ling's legs were soft and flustered, almost unable to walk, panicking all over the street and started looking for children.

Xiaoman was squeezed out by the crowd, and she couldn't see Sister Hongling when she raised her head. She didn't cry, and stood quietly in the lost place, waiting for no movement.

A carriage didn't pay attention and almost hit the little girl in the middle of the road.

Xiao Man was startled by the horse's scream, and sat down on the ground.

The coachman hurried down and looked at the delicate little dumplings, and did not dare to reach out and touch them. No matter what he asked, the little girl just looked at him and didn't speak.

The coachman had no choice but to take him back to his master's yard.

Zhao Shi comes to Yangzhou at this time of the year to light the eternal lantern in the temple. There is a two-year-old girl in the yard. This is a big or small matter.

The servant can't make any decisions, so he can only hold the little girl in front of him, "His Royal Highness, this child is lost, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Shi Lengche's pupils swept over the child in his arms, and did not take a closer look, "Let the government officials ask who has lost the child."

Xiao Man hates others holding her the most. She twisted her small body and grinned and said to him with a special grin: "Don't hold me! Let me down!"

The pitch-black eyes were round and round, with a magnificent aura and an extraordinarily air.