Zhao Shi was deeply impressed by his childhood memories, which seemed to consist of complicated texts, well-behaved words and deeds, and he would never do anything out of the ordinary.
His mother was very kind to him, but he moved to the outer courtyard to live by himself very early.
When I was a child, I had a special playmate who was silent and boring.
Zhao Shi pursed his lips, and his calm tone sounded a little lonely: "When I was a child, I had a lot of texts to memorize, and there were also homework assigned by the teacher."
Mingzhu was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. Half of her face was buried in the pillow, her lips and teeth were slightly open, and her breathing was shallow and slow. She hummed twice: "It's better to study than to have nothing."
Because of her poor homework, she was not even qualified to continue schooling.
Zhao Shi gently twitched the corners of his mouth, and when he smiled sincerely, the sadness between his brows and eyes was smoothed away. He had never said these words to anyone else.
"When I was younger, I actually didn't like studying at all." Zhao Shi never envied his cousins and wanted to play childish games with them.
Mingzhu listened to him half-heartedly.
Zhao Shi's voice was clear and refreshing, and felt very comfortable in his ears.
"There were several times when I couldn't finish the article assigned by the teacher. I would lie down at the table and cry while writing. My tears wet the manuscript paper. It was not easy for me to cancel the article after I finished it."
Mingzhu's face was red from being suffocated by the pillow. She raised her chin and breathed easier.
She couldn't imagine Zhao Shi crying and writing an article. She couldn't imagine the difference between him when he was a child and what he should be like when he was a child. He was mature and sophisticated, and his emotions were restrained.
Zhao Shi slowed down the force in his hand, and Mingzhu raised her eyelids, a little squeamish: "Press harder, my waist is still sore."
Zhao Shi took a pillow to cushion her waist. After a while, he said, "It's not too heavy."
And Mingzhu has fallen asleep.
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These noisy children in the prince's house have been punished by copying articles dozens of times, and they don't really want to stay here anymore.
He pretended to be sick and wanted to go home.
The servants around him spread the word to each family, and after a few days, these children were taken back to their homes. The house is clean and finally not as messy as before.
Mingzhu also complained about Zhao Shi: "What do you always punish them for? It's not easy for Xiaoman to make a few new playmates."
Zhao Shi felt that he had been wronged: "Copying a few articles is not a penalty."
His patience had long since ended, and he had been dissatisfied with the behavior of these brats jumping up and down in the house for a long time. He had sent them away earlier, and his ears had become clear.
Zhao Shi saw that she was still unhappy, so Wen Yan reasoned with her: "My child has made friends in Taixue."
Mingzhu reluctantly accepted this statement.
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After winter, it’s spring again.
Mingzhu was really bored, so she took the maid for a walk on the street.
The weather is getting warmer and the streets are not as deserted as in winter. There are merchants from the Western Regions selling spices, and there are also performers who perform in front of the public to break rocks.
Mingzhu walked aimlessly, and when she raised her eyes, she found that she had arrived outside the academy gate.
The spring day is warm, but the sun at noon is still a bit fierce. The maid held the umbrella for her, raised her eyes and glanced at the words on the academy's plaque, then swallowed what she wanted to say.
Mingzhu raised her head and stared at the words above for a long time, unable to walk due to roots growing under her feet.
Just at this moment, the courtyard door was opened with a faint voice.
When Mingzhu saw the man's face clearly, her expression changed. The handkerchief in her palm was bunched up by her. Her throat was dry and her eyes were slightly red.
She would never see Wei Chi again in her life.
Wei Chiyu seemed to be surprised at the thought of meeting her here, but he returned to normal after a while. He stood under the eaves, looking at her quietly with his dark and transparent eyes. His face under the shadow was white and flawless, and his figure was as tall and straight as a cypress, but unfortunately he had lost a lot of weight.
After a while, Wei Chiyu asked: "Zhuzhu, why are you here?"
Soft-spoken and kind-hearted. It’s nothing like before.
Even with an umbrella above her head, Mingzhu still felt that the sun was very hot today. She fell into a trance for a moment, and for a moment she was hallucinating.
will hear this sound that can only hear in .
She took two steps forward in a daze, but the maid wanted to stop her but didn't dare.
Mingzhu saw his eyebrows clearly and came back from her hazy memory. The moisture in her eyes was forced back by her, and her throat was a little choked: "I walked around randomly."
I originally wanted to go up to the tower to get some fresh air, but my feet didn't obey me and I ended up here inexplicably.
She sniffed, lowered her head and asked, "When did you come back?"
Wei Chiyu looked at her: "The day before yesterday."
Mingzhu feels that she shouldn't be greedy. It's already great that he is safe and sound.
Wei Chiyu seemed to have a small body. He coughed a few times against his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Let me give you a ride."
Mingzhu nodded: "."
Wei Chiyu's fingers moved subconsciously, and he almost took her hand.
Along the way, Mingzhu didn't say anything, but Wei Chiyu kept talking, in a gentle tone, with a hint of resentment.
Zhao Shi sent her to the alley with thousands of words stuck in his throat.
Mingzhu kept her head lowered and didn't move for a long time. Her tears fell like threads. She asked, "Do you hate me?"
Wei Chiyu laughed in surprise: "What are you thinking about?"
Mingzhu raised her eyes. Wei Chiyu looked at her red eyes and was startled. He gently wiped the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.
There are some obsessions that he cannot let go of. He is the one who is useful.
Wei Chiyu said: "Zhuzhu, I hope you have a good time."
The maid stood a few meters away from them, watching the two men's intimate movements. She couldn't help but take two steps forward, but she didn't dare to go any further.
Mingzhu doesn't know whether she is doing well or not.
You don't have to worry about food and clothing, don't you dare to bully her again.
But... it seems like something is missing.
She couldn't tell clearly.
Mingzhu wiped her face clean, the tip of her nose was red, and she looked a little pitiful: "What about you?"
Wei Chiyu answered simply: "I'm living a very good life."
After returning to his post as an official, he would occasionally go to the academy to help the teacher's students read articles. Although his life was boring, at least it was peaceful.
As for the love between a man and a woman, marriage is a major matter and cannot be forced.
If you have it in your life, that's a blessing.
If is present, does not mean it is difficult to calm down.
Mingzhu felt a little relieved after hearing this. After lingering for so long, it was time for her to go back. Before leaving, Wei Chiyu suddenly grabbed her arm, gently pulled her into his arms, and hugged her like a dragonfly.
His face was still calm, and his cold eyebrows were a little warmer. He said, "I'm sorry, I really want to let you go this time."
Wei Chiyu slowly let go of his hand, "If you want to see me for anything, you can send me a message."
The knot in Mingzhu's heart felt as if it had been opened by his own hands. After the relief, her chest was no longer as stuffy as before.
She nodded: "."
Looking at the back of Wei Chiyu leaving, I felt sad.
When Mingzhu returned, she specifically told the maid not to tell Zhao Shi about this.
The little maid naturally listened to His Highness the Crown Prince. Things related to the Crown Princess were important matters, and no one in the mansion dared to hide them.
Zhao Shi came back late at night that day.
Mingzhu found out the next day that he had been stabbed by the policeman, and he was stabbed with a knife in front of everyone in the court hall.
Zhao Shi severely punished a group of officials a few days ago. It is not an exaggeration to say that they uprooted them. The attack was too ruthless, those leftists were nothing but dead characters. I simply wanted to put someone on my back before I died and didn't want to let him pass.
When everyone noticed, he held the knife and rushed towards Zhao Shi. His face was ferocious, even crazier than a madman. He held the dagger in his palm, it was sharp and shining, and the man used his best strength. She stabbed him in the chest with all her strength.
Fortunately, these civil servants who have been working for more than ten years are not good at fortifications, so they hit the point, which is enough for others to bear.
When the imperial doctor rushed over to help His Highness the Crown Prince bandage his injuries, he was still conscious. Except that his face was paler than usual, nothing was wrong.
However, in the afternoon, the situation became worse.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince lay unconscious on the bed, his face pale and snowy, like a seriously ill person.
The imperial doctors in the palace came in and out in batches, and the fragrance of the medicine in the dormitory was so strong that it felt bitter even when smelling it.
After several imperial doctors checked the pulse, they were all a little confused.
After His Highness took the medicine, it stands to reason that the injuries on his body should heal slowly. How could the condition not get worse
With a small injury, if the complexion remains intact, His Highness the Crown Prince will really have to come and collect the body.