The atmosphere in the palace was solemn, and the hospital was even more gloomy.
On a perfectly timed spring day, it started to rain continuously, and the sound of pattering rain made people feel tired.
Mingzhu didn't know where the sense of loss and emptiness in her heart came from. When she felt depressed, she would go to the tower and walk around twice. I often meet Wei Chiyu on the street.
Wei Chiyu would send her to the alley every time. The scholarly air on his body became heavier and heavier, and his whole person looked steady and deep.
There were some students in the academy who admired and admired him very much. They mistook Mingzhu for Wei Chiyu's never-seen wife, and often bought some trinkets to please the talented and learned Master Wei.
Wei Chiyu would occasionally accept these gifts, some of which were delicious and fun. He originally wanted to give them to Mingzhu, but on second thought, she probably didn't lack anything now. She is no longer the little girl who has to look forward and backward before eating a piece of candy.
So Wei Chiyu put all the gadgets that could never be given away into a wooden box and locked them up.
After a few days, Mingzhu seemed to realize that Zhao Shi had not been back for a long time.
She only heard that he was injured and did not ask about his injury.
Mingzhu looked at the drizzle outside the window, feeling sad that the rain had not stopped. After a while, she closed the window silently, lay down on the couch and leaned on the soft pillow and fell asleep.
She didn't sleep long. When she woke up, the rain outside the window had not stopped. She felt empty and uncomfortable. Her cheeks were moist and the ends of her eyes were also moist.
She called her maid in with a startled look in her eyes: "Is he okay?"
The maid finally breathed a sigh of relief. The Crown Princess was mindful of His Highness's injury. She replied: "I don't know much about this. I heard Manager Lin say a few days ago that His Highness's injury... is not good."
The person has been unconscious and seems to be relying on medicine to stay alive.
If you are not careful, you may...
Mingzhu's chest felt tight and her breathing was not smooth. Her little face was very pale and she frowned: "Can I come into the palace to have a look?"
The maid was overjoyed: "Of course it is possible."
Logically speaking, the Crown Princess should have entered the palace to take care of His Highness on the day of his accident.
But the relationship between the Crown Princess and His Highness the Crown Prince... is indeed not good. They looked anxious and did not dare to say anything.
Manager Lin immediately arranged a carriage to take her to the palace.
Mingzhu entered the palace but felt timid again. She walked around the palace twice, feeling anxious, and her handkerchief was twisted out of shape.
On the day of the Beginning of Spring, the imperial doctor did not come out of His Royal Highness the Prince's bedroom all day long.
Rumors are rampant that His Highness may be in danger.
The injury worsened so suddenly that from that day on, there were very few conscious days.
Mingzhu was sitting in the yard in a daze, the needle in her hand almost pricked her, she suddenly turned around, her chest felt particularly uncomfortable.
After half a stick of incense, she finally stepped into Zhao Shi's bedroom.
There was no one in the palace, and the imperial doctor had left at some point. The hanging curtains obscured her vision, and she could only vaguely see a person lying on the bed.
The room was filled with the bitter medicinal smell.
Mingzhu walked to the bed and sat down slowly. She stared at Zhao Shi's face again and again without saying a word, but her eyes gradually turned red.
The person on the bed looked the same as usual except for a slightly different complexion.
This face is beautiful even in illness.
Mingzhu stretched out her finger and poked his cheek without much force. She didn't know if he could hear it. She asked, "Are you really not going to wake up?"
She looked at his face, and mist gradually formed in her eyes: "I don't want you to die."
She touched her heart gently: "I feel very uncomfortable."
After waking up from a nap for several days in a row, I opened my eyes and looked at the empty room. My heart kept sinking, and I felt a huge feeling of loneliness that was uncontrollable.
Mingzhu's fingertips carefully traced his facial features: "Now I have figured out something."
Maybe it was true, as he said, that he loved her.
It's just that she was really frightened by her previous life and couldn't easily believe the love he said. I was afraid that I would be fooled again and I would get bruises all over my body.
There are only a handful of people in this world who truly treat her well.
In fact, Mingzhu also longs for someone to truly love her. After she said this, she fell silent again.
If Zhao Shi died like this, it wouldn't be that she couldn't survive, but she would just be sad for a while.
The cold and dark mist in Mingzhu's eyes gradually turned into water droplets, falling down her eye sockets, and the water marks wetted her cheeks.
She shed tears without saying a word, and fell asleep lying on the bedside while crying.
She dreamed of Zhao Shi again, a young man from Zhilan Yushu standing under the shade of the trees. When he was young, he had an enchanting beauty, with beautiful features, but his temperament was colder than the color of snow.
A gust of spring breeze blew past my face, carrying the unique fragrance of the young man.
His cold eyes were like a calm lake, all emotions were swallowed up, except for a hint of sadness.
Mingzhu looked at those eyes and suddenly thought of many things.
Zhao Shi is silent, lonely, and a person who refuses to show weakness. Many times he looked at her with this look, as if he had a thousand words to say, but the words he wanted to say ended up stopping at his lips and teeth, and he swallowed them all down his throat.
Mingzhu woke up from a dream that was half true and half false, her right hand was numb and she could hardly move. The wet marks on her cheeks had dried, and only her red eyes showed that she seemed to have cried.
"Zhuzhu."
A hoarse voice came slowly from the top of her head.
Mingzhu slowly sat upright.
The man woke up for a while, and his posture looked good. He held her wrist, and the faint scent of medicine on his fingertips came to his nose. He looked at her reddish eyes and laughed: " Have you cried? Are you reluctant to let me die? "
Mingzhu avoided his sight, lowered her face hastily, and opened her mouth, but she couldn't say the word "no".
It's true that Zhao Shi was stabbed, but the injury was far less serious than what was reported outside.
Zhao Shi put on a show. If he was going to die, she wouldn't even bother to look at him, so he would admit it.
He heard what she said and her suppressed sobs.
She has him in her heart.
As for whether it's more or less, it doesn't matter anymore.
Zhao Shi raised her face and wiped her cheeks with a handkerchief. His voice was shallow, soft and delicate: "If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence."
The tip of Mingzhu's nose was pink, and she stood up quickly: "I'll call the doctor for you."
Not long after, an imperial doctor came in and out of the dormitory. His Highness the Crown Prince's eyes were half-squinted, and his expression did not look like someone who had just snatched a life away from the Lord of Hell.
Zhao Shi chuckled: "Just go and prescribe some medicine to replenish your body."
The imperial doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, yes."
Zhao Shi said casually: "Don't let the Crown Princess hear what you shouldn't say."
"I will definitely keep my mouth shut."
The imperial doctor left the palace and immediately went to boil the medicine.
His Highness the Crown Prince's injury was indeed a bit troublesome at first, but after the bleeding was stopped, the injury was almost healed. As for the rumors that His Highness was about to die later, it was all news deliberately released by the East Palace.
People from the Imperial Hospital can only act with His Highness the Crown Prince. This scene has to be done completely, and no one can catch the clues.
Fortunately, we passed without any danger.
Otherwise, their life would not be easy.
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Because Zhao Shi is a patient, he is a patient who has not recovered from his serious injury and has difficulty getting up.
The task of taking care of him naturally fell on Mingzhu.
But in the past few years, she has always been the one who opens her mouth and hands out her hands, and she is really not very good at taking care of others. Even when dressing him, he would sometimes wear the wrong clothes. He couldn't distinguish between the lining and the belt.
Mingzhu herself disliked her ability to take care of others, but Zhao Shi actually enjoyed it.
He rested in the palace for more than half a month, and he still looked as frail as when he first woke up.
It was not that Mingzhu had never doubted it, but after thinking about it seriously, she felt that she was just being suspicious.
She asked: "Did you not take your medicine properly?"
Zhao Shi said sincerely: "No."
Mingzhu was very surprised: "Then why do you always cough?"
Zhao Shi rambled casually: "Maybe I've hurt my roots."
Mingzhu wondered: "Really?"
Zhao Shi couldn't help but kiss her and said vaguely: "Yes, that knife hit the right spot."
He held her face and blocked what she wanted to say next: "Okay, okay, let me kiss you again."
After that day, Mingzhu personally watched him drink medicine every day. After several days of observation, she found nothing fishy.
Zhao Shi couldn't pretend to be sick for too long, so he picked a suitable day and took Mingzhu for a walk outside the palace.
The capital is only such a big place, so when I turned a corner, I ran into an acquaintance.
Wei Chiyu just came out of the academy with a stack of books in his arms.
Mingzhu was afraid that Zhao Shi would get sick again after meeting Wei Chiyu, so she quickly tugged on his sleeve and said she wanted to go back.
Zhao Shi held her thin wrist with his backhand and smiled brightly at Wei Chiyu: "Master Wei."
Wei Chiyu bowed: "His Royal Highness."
But after saying hello, they left.
Zhao Shi held her fingers tightly and said, "I know you have seen her before."
Mingzhu thought that Zhao Shi's jealousy was going to show up again for no reason, but to her surprise, he didn't say anything.
Zhao Shi even knew that Wei Chiyu hugged her at the entrance of the alley. If it had been before, he would have lost his temper again.
What Zhao Shifeng is afraid of now is that she no longer has him as a person in her eyes, and that she will no longer have any feelings for him, whether it is love or hate, they will all disappear.
Zhao Shi carried her into the carriage, and after swaying for a while, the man's eyes as clear as glass fixedly looked at her, and a soft word broke through the silent dusk: "Zhuzhu."
Mingzhu turned her face and looked at the sky outside the car window.
Zhao Shi swallowed back what he originally wanted to say. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Go to sleep when you are tired."
I want to say that I like her, but I'm afraid that saying "I like her" is too cheap.
It's better to say it than to do it. After ten or eight years, it can always warm her heart.
Now it doesn't matter how much old love she still has for Wei Chiyu.
Zhao Shi knew that she had him in her heart, and that was enough.