Mingzhu could not imagine how Zhao Shitong got along with other women before, because she had never met him, and her understanding of him was shallow and she knew very little.
After Zhao Shi got engaged to the princess of Xiangyang, Mingzhu was very sad at first. The little girl would be jealous of others. She thought a little bit viciously that Zhao Shi must not like the princess and he must be forced to marry the princess. But she cried as she thought about it. She knew better than anyone else that Zhao Shi would not be forced to do anything. Everything was done according to his own wishes. No one can force him.
Therefore, Mingzhu could only continue to lie to herself that Zhao Shi liked her more than the princess.
Out of jealousy, Mingzhu secretly asked, "Is Princess Xiangyang beautiful?"
"Beautiful! Not only is she good-looking, she also has a very free and easy personality. She is very popular and very lovable."
She let out a disappointed sound and looked out the window in a daze. She wanted to see what the princess looked like, but she couldn't get out.
Therefore, Mingzhu didn't know what Princess Xiangyang looked like before she died in her previous life.
Now that I have seen it from a distance, the rumors are indeed true. Dressed in red, she has a small face and very white skin. When she smiles, her eyes curve into thin crescents. She is pretty, bright and moving. The popular flower pattern was painted between her eyebrows, and when she raised her chin slightly, she looked a little arrogant.
Sheng Ling took a fancy to a red hairpin. She pointed to the hairpin on the counter, her always arrogant face was a little dry, and she said: "Brother Prince, I want this, you buy it for me."
Zhao Shi's eyes rested on Zhu Chai for a moment, he hummed in a low voice, and then asked the shopkeeper to wrap Zhu Chai up.
Sheng Ling couldn't put it down with the Zhu Chai. She had been stalking the prince several times before she abducted the prince's brother from the palace. She then said: "Prince's brother, I'm a little hungry, why don't we go to Jiuxianju for lunch?" I heard that Jiuxianju’s stewed goose tastes very good.”
Zhao Shi shook his head and said, "I still have things to do, so I'll ask someone to take you there."
Sheng Ling suddenly lost her face and said, "If you don't go, I won't be too lazy to go."
She quietly raised her eyes and couldn't help but keep her gaze on his face. He was so good-looking. His facial features were naturally carved, his eyes were passionate, his skin was fair, and his eyebrows were cold. He straightened his body and held his head high. The magical appearance of the flower of the mountain.
She was fascinated.
Sheng Ling knew since she was a child that she would marry into the East Palace and become the crown princess in the future, and that only she could be worthy of Zhao Shi.
She couldn't help but blush as she thought this.
Mingzhu couldn't hear what they were saying, so she clenched her fingers silently, her nails digging into her palms, and the tingling sensation brought her back to reality.
Mingzhu's eyes suddenly became sour, and her nose was also sour.
Zhao Shi's attitude towards her was completely different from that towards the princess. He was considerate and gentle in front of the princess, and the snow between his brows melted in spring.
Ah Rou didn't know why her young lady suddenly stopped. She asked in confusion: "Miss, what's wrong?"
Mingzhu hugged the silver in her arms tightly and shook her head, with a hint of unnoticeable choking in her voice, "It's okay, let's go."
Arou didn't see anything wrong. It was a rare opportunity for the young lady to come out for air. She danced happily: "Miss, there is a shop in front of you to buy clothes. I heard that their fabrics are all from Sichuan. Xiu Niang He is from Suzhou and his craftsmanship is excellent."
Mingzhu said absently, "Let's go and see."
Suddenly it started to rain lightly outside. Zhao Shi said to the guard beside him in a low voice with no expression on his face: "Send the princess back."
The guards obeyed.
Zhao Shi himself held an oil umbrella and walked into the rain. After a while, the man's footsteps stopped in front of a rouge shop.
He put away his umbrella and walked in.
The shopkeeper glanced at his clothes and saw that he was well-dressed. He greeted him with a smile, "Sir, what do you want to buy?"
Zhao Shi had a faint smell of wet rain mixed with him. He glanced at it casually and asked for a few boxes of rouge, "Wrap up all these."
The shopkeeper smiled brightly and began to flatter, "Sir, you are really discerning. These are the best rouges in our store. Although they are not cheap, taking them back and keeping them will please the wife at home."
Zhao Shi did not refute: "Yeah."
He paid the money, held an umbrella and walked out. After getting on the carriage, the attendant asked hesitantly: "Your Highness, are you going to the Ming Mansion?"
Zhao Shi lowered his eyes and looked at the beautiful little box containing the rouge in his hand. The packaging was exquisite, and the carvings on the box were lifelike. It looked like something a little girl would like.
He thought for a moment and muttered in a low voice: "Go back to the Prince's Mansion first."
Wait two days before going to see her again.
After Zhao Shi got angry and left her room yesterday, he was still absent-minded after going to court. After calming down, he thought about it seriously and realized that she really couldn't be blamed for this.
He had pried open the locked box without permission, and he had forced her to read the letter. In the final analysis, he was angry because of deep jealousy. At first, Zhao Shi thought that Mingzhu and her fiancé were just a marriage arranged by a matchmaker under the orders of their parents. They had never met each other and had no feelings for each other. Later I found out that the two people had already been secretly in love.
Zhao Shi was afraid that Mingzhu still couldn't forget Wei Chiyu in his heart.
He has met Wei Chiyu many times. He has a calm personality and doesn't talk much. Although he comes from a poor family, he is not stubborn or pedantic. On the contrary, he has a bit of the scheming and methods of a cabinet minister.
Fortunately, Mingzhu returned home before it rained, otherwise she would have been discovered when she came back after the rain stopped.
Biying came back only after seeing her and asked: "Girl, where did you go this afternoon?"
Mingzhu lied without changing her face, "I went to sit in Seventh Sister's yard for a while."
Biying was not suspicious, "That's it."
Mingzhu thought to herself that it was a good thing she had no suspicion, otherwise it would have been a bit troublesome for her to find out that she had left the house. There was no guarantee that she would not tell Zhao Shi.
"You go out."
"yes."
Mingzhu closed the door and window, took out the banknotes that were close to her chest, found a few more needles and threads, and sewed all the banknotes into her clothes.
After hiding the money, sweat broke out on Mingzhu's forehead. She wiped the sweat and counted the days on her fingers. After the New Year's Eve, Zhao Shi would take her back to another hospital, but there were only a few days left before the New Year's Eve. This little time was far from enough for her to be fully prepared.
Mingzhu fell back on the bed with a frown on her face. She had to think of a way to make Zhao Shisong tolerate her staying in the Ming Mansion for a few more days, preferably until the Lantern Festival.
But Mingzhu was not sure that Zhao Shi would agree, so if it didn't work out, she could only pretend to beg him.
Be nice and ask for a favor. Take advantage of him to let his guard down and run away.
Mingzhu fell asleep smelling the faint incense in the room. She was exhausted from her sleep and had several scattered dreams. She always saw Zhao Shi's lonely and cold back in her dreams.
Although he always turned his back to her, his deep sadness could not be concealed.
Mingzhu felt that these dreams were really just dreams, because she had never seen such a sad Zhao Shi, lifeless, as if his soul had been taken away.
They say they think about each other day by day and dream about it at night, but Mingzhu didn't think much about Zhao Shi during the day, and she didn't know why she dreamed about him nine out of ten times.
Mingzhu just woke up the next day. Biying came into the house with a smile and brought her two packs of still warm candy cakes. "These were sent by the prince's people this morning. I know you love sweets, girl."
Mingzhu thought that after she had someone throw away the pastries that Zhao Shi specially bought for her last time, he would never buy her these snacks again.
She opened the paper package, picked up a piece and stuffed it into her mouth, taking a small taste. The sweetness was moderate and the taste was not that greasy. After eating two pieces, she felt a little full.
Although Zhao Shi has a cold temperament, he really likes to send her all kinds of gadgets, including food and use. It doesn't seem like he wants to please her, but more like he is feeding her pets.
"Has my sister-in-law looked for me in the past two days?"
Biying shook her head: "No."
She packed the remaining candy cakes and said, "They should not dare to come over and cause trouble for the girl again."
The prince still has to give him three points of thin noodles.
Mingzhu was surprised. Her sister-in-law would never let go of the opportunity to bully her. Such calmness was really abnormal.
By noon, Mingzhu knew why.
It turned out that Mingru had been busy asking the embroiderer to help her prepare her wedding dress these days, so she had no time to trouble her.
Mingzhu was a little curious. The marriage decree had not yet been sent to the Ming family. Why was Mingru so anxious? It's possible that if you say you won't marry, you really won't marry.
But none of this has anything to do with her.
Mingzhu hid in the yard and spent two more leisurely days. Zhao Shi came quietly one day. He seemed to regard her boudoir as his own home, coming and leaving whenever he wanted.
The Ming family all pretended to know nothing. Only Mingru couldn't bear it, and was finally persuaded by her mother, "Are you losing your temper now? You need to take a longer view. What is Mingzhu's identity? Are you? What is her identity? How could you not be clear about what the prince takes her to be? Don't worry, it's yours and you can't run away."
Mingru stamped her feet, "Mom, I just don't feel comfortable."
"Calm down in all things."
"Oh, I see."
Zhao Shi walked without making a sound. When he entered the room, Mingzhu had just washed her hair with soap and was lying on the sofa while Biying wiped her hair.
She was holding a book in her hand and couldn't stand it after reading two lines. She said, "Biying, just open the window and let my hair dry in the sun."
Biying listened to her words and raised the window sash. The slanting sunlight was drying her soft hair. She felt that the room was stuffy, so she had just taken off her outer shirt. Now she was only wearing a sheer cross-collar skirt, with a slightly slim waist. Slump down, hold it tightly, and your body looks soft and slender.
Zhao Shi walked up to her, and she was stunned for a few seconds before getting up in a hurry.
Her expression was a little hurried, "Why are you here again today?"
Zhao Shi looked at her steadily and asked, "I can't come?"
Mingzhu nodded in her heart, but she didn't dare to say this. She raised her hands to straighten her clothes and hair. She looked down and realized that what she was wearing was not very suitable. She was about to ask Biying to send her clothes, but she was nowhere to be seen in the room.
Zhao Shi silently pulled her to him and tied her clothes, "Let's see you."
Mingzhu lowered her head involuntarily when she heard these words.
Zhao Shi suddenly took out a box of rouge from his sleeve and whispered: "Look up."
Mingzhu raised her face in confusion, and the next second he gently pinched her chin, his eyes staring straight at her lips.
Mingzhu struggled.
Zhao Shi said quietly: "Don't move."
He opened the rouge box and applied rouge to her lips with his fingertips using moderate force.
Mingzhu's nervous fingers curled up.
Zhao Shi's fingertips were ice cold, and the movements she made one after another did not cause her any pain.
He started wiping it on and stared at her red and moist lips with satisfaction while asking, "Did you go out a few days ago?"