Mingzhu's lips were pale, her eyes lowered and she asked softly: "Did you send someone to follow me?"
She didn't bother to lie to him, and she knew full well that he knew something since he asked.
Her voice was almost inaudible. It wasn't a tone that was cautious to prevent him from being angry, but rather a tone of depression and sadness that was hard to ignore.
She seemed like a caged bird with broken wings, and her wings fell into his palm.
Mingzhu looked up at him. The man in front of her lowered his eyebrows. Soft light and shadow evenly shone on his beautiful eyebrows. There was a faint chill at the corners of his lips, adding a sense of aggression.
Zhao Shi stared at her lips for a while, then slowly moved his gaze upwards, looking into a pair of moist eyes. Seeing the sadness deep in her eyes, he seemed a little unbearable, "No one is following you."
Mingzhu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It's good that she wasn't followed. If it was revealed that she went to the pawn shop, she would be in big trouble.
Mingzhu let the man play with rouge on her lips, her ears softened by his actions, her cheeks were delicate and delicate, exuding shyness. She clenched her sleeves, raised her eyes to look at him and asked, "Then how did you know that I went out today?"
Who snitched on him? Biying
No, no, Biying didn't notice that she sneaked out today.
Zhao Shishu raised his eyebrows and hugged her waist with one hand. The warmth of his palm spread through the thin material on her skin. He used a little strength on the finger bones that hooked her waist, pressed her waist and pressed against him. body of.
Mingzhu was a little embarrassed, her ears turned red, she turned her face away, not daring to look at him.
Zhao Shi was very natural. He was always unscrupulous in the room and did not look like a dignified gentleman at all. The man lowered his head and came close to her, bit her soft lips, and tasted the rouge on her lips bit by bit.
Mingzhu took a few steps back and bumped into the table behind her. Fortunately, his hand blocked her and prevented her from hitting the corner of the table.
She really didn't understand what kind of bad taste Zhao Shi had.
Mingzhu's cheeks were hot and her eyes were filled with mist.
After Zhao Shi was satisfied and raised his head, he slowly explained: "Zhang Hui happened to see you when you came back."
Mingzhu knew that Zhang Hui was Zhao Shi's confidant and heard that he was very powerful in martial arts.
"oh."
"Still wearing men's clothes?"
Mingzhu's heart was lifted, and she cheered up and said, "It's easier to wear it like this when going out."
Zhao Shi didn't say anything else, he just told her, "Next time you go out, remember to tell me in advance that it's not safe outside, so take a few more people with you."
It was smarter to follow him at this time, and Mingzhu responded: "Okay."
At the foot of the Imperial City, every street has security guards patrolling it. How could it be unsafe? It was nothing more than Zhao Shi's excuse for not wanting her to go out.
Mingzhu used to be very honest, he listened to everything, he was good and obedient, but this morning he had learned to do both.
Zhao Shi asked again: "What did you do when you went out today?"
Like a casual question.
Mingzhu was not good at lying, so she thought for a while and prevaricated: "I'll buy you something."
"Let me see."
Mingzhu struggled to find something for men. It was a jade crown she bought before. The jade quality was turbid and the carving skills of the craftsman were average. She placed the jade crown in his palm and reluctantly said, "This is for you."
She bought this more than a year ago. At that time, she was about to get married and didn't have much money. She saved up her monthly silver and bought it as a gift for Wei Chiyu. Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance to give it away.
The jade crown has been given away, but she is still looking at it eagerly.
Zhao Shi put it away with a faint smile and seemed to be in a good mood.
His eyes couldn't help but stay on her rosy and delicate face, and he caught a glimpse of the clothes that were messed up by the movement just now. His eyes darkened for a moment, and then he straightened her clothes without changing his expression and pinched her soft fingers. , "You've been very good lately."
Mingzhu said absently, "Yeah."
She really had to behave more well-behaved in front of him, so that she could get things done without anyone noticing. By the time he realized it, it would be too late.
Dusk was sinking, and the sky outside the window was getting dark.
Zhao Shi didn't seem to be planning to leave yet, maybe he would stay here for the night. Mingzhu wore an extra coat and skirt. Looking at the man occupying her desk, she reluctantly walked over slowly.
Mingzhu didn't want to keep him, so she had to use stupid methods to make him go away.
She asked: "Your Highness, I heard from father that you and my sister are going to get married soon?"
Zhao Shi never mentioned other women in front of her, and she also pretended to be deaf and dumb, like a fool, and never asked.
The man slowly raised his head, and after being silent for a while, he said, "You don't have to think too much, I will take care of you for the rest of my life."
When Mingzhu heard these specious words, she pursed her lips and lowered her face. Not only would he not take care of her for the rest of her life, but he would also kill her.
Zhao Shi put down the brush in his hand, looked at her with complicated eyes, and opened his mouth, "I..."
For the first time, he didn't know what to say to her.
The girl's face was drooped, and her expression could not be seen clearly. She stood alone under the candlelight, her figure slender and small.
Zhao Shi swallowed his throat and remained silent for a long time. He did like her, and when his love was strong, he couldn't help but consider marrying her as his concubine, but in just a moment, this idea was quickly dismissed.
He stepped forward and held her hands, "Your mother..."
Mingzhu interrupted him, "I know, but don't say it."
Her mother was a courtesan in a brothel and was a prostitute rather than a prostitute. She was later redeemed from the brothel by her father and made her a concubine.
Zhao Shi had a sullen face and sighed softly. He was quiet for a long time and could not say anything else.
In fact, it is not only because of such a bad background, but also part of the reason. Zhao Shi is a thoughtful person, and Mingzhu is too weak-tempered, even as a concubine, she cannot support her and cannot bear the burden.
What Zhao Shi wants is a suitable wife who can stand up to the stage and get things done. Everything you say and do can withstand scrutiny and scrutiny. Being a princess is not that easy.
"Even if there is a princess, you don't have to worry about anything." This was the promise Zhao Shineng gave her.
Mingzhu smiled and nodded, "Well, thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."
However, Zhao Shi didn't like her smile. He felt that it was extremely far-fetched, and it seemed like he didn't care much about his marriage.
Zhao Shiqing frowned and thought deeply, was she jealous? Or are you worried that he will like the new and be disgusted with the old, and eventually give up? He's not that kind of person.
"Don't think too much, just rest."
Mingzhu really didn't care, but that didn't seem to be the case in Zhao Shi's eyes. The only two candles left in the room were blown out, and the bed curtain blocked the moonlight that came in from the window.
Mingzhu turned her back to him, closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.
Zhao Shi hugged her from behind, "Already sleepy?"
She and he had never had a good time in the past few nights. Mingzhu had a vague premonition, her back was stiff, and she was a little nervous, "Yeah."
Zhao Shi suddenly pressed her shoulders and asked her to turn around to face him. His fingers slowly descended from her hair to her tailbone, and his cold breath rubbed against the nape of her neck.
Mingzhu resisted softly, "It's not easy to cook medicine at home."
A few simple words completely destroyed Zhao Shi's interest. His eyes gradually cooled, and the bones of his clenched fingers turned white. He said forcefully: "Go to sleep."
Mingzhu had a good sleep, but Zhao Shi was not in such a good mood the next day.
Before Zhao Shi entered the palace, he couldn't help but ask Zhang Hui: "Do you think she is sad or angry?"
Zhang Hui had doubts in his eyes, "Your Highness, what are you talking about?"
Zhao Shi closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, "It's okay."
They should all be there,
He didn't intend to let her know who he was going to marry. Zhao Shi's heart was really a bit dark. At first, when Mingzhu had no choice but to follow him, she was really reluctant and unkind.
Zhao Shi considered himself to be somewhat beautiful. Apart from not letting her see outsiders, he treated her very well in every aspect. She neither hides nor lies, admiration overflows from her eyes.
So was she jealous last night
He has never coaxed a jealous girl.
After going to court, Prince An Ning and Zhao Shi walked side by side down the white stone jade steps. Halfway through, they couldn't help but said, "Prince, the jade crown you are wearing today is really shabby."
Zhao Shi's reaction was flat, "Really?"
Prince An Ning said: "Yes, this jade has too many impurities and is impure."
"I know."
Zhao Shiru has seen hundreds of treasures. When Mingzhu delivered the jade crown to him yesterday, he could see that it was not a very good thing.
But he doesn't care about good or bad, it's more or less what she wants.
When Prince An Ning saw his eyebrows relaxed, he understood that he was the one who gave the jade crown, and his status in the prince's heart was extraordinary.
"May I ask which girl gave this to me?"
"No comment."
Even if the prince didn't say anything, he also knew that there was a secret earlier and that the prince had also done the thing of hiding the beauty in the golden house. It must have been given by that Jiaojiao.
"Your Highness, how come I haven't seen you wearing it before?"
Zhao Shi was too lazy to pay attention to him, and even thought he talked too much.
Sheng Wenlin could speak contentedly even if no one was listening to him, "This style seems a bit outdated, why are you willing to use it today?"
Zhao Shi paused for a moment, "Out of date?"
Sheng Wenlin laughed loudly and said proudly: "You have so many things to do, so you probably don't pay attention to the popular styles in the capital. This style with carved bamboo and embroidery was very popular a year ago."
Zhao Shi didn't think much and replied coldly: "Yes."
Just after leaving the palace, Sheng Wenlin happened to meet his colleague again. He greeted the man beside the carriage very enthusiastically, "Brother Chi Yu, what a coincidence."
Wei Chiyu turned around, returned the salute, looked up and saw the man beside him. After a few moments of silence, Wei Chiyu lowered his eyelashes and bowed his hands, "Your Highness."
Sheng Wenlin felt that Wei Chiyu had become more and more withdrawn in the past two years. He had known him many years ago.
The Wei family was in poverty, and he was also very poor, but I heard that he had a beautiful fiancée.
Sheng Wenlin and Wei Chiyu came from the same school. They had known that Wei Chiyu worked hard to study and earn money so that he and his fiancée could live a good life and no longer have to suffer from poverty. Later, for some reason, the marriage was cancelled. It was cancelled.
Wei Chiyu also felt much depressed.
"Brother Chi Yu, I heard that the teacher intends to betroth his little daughter to you. You are really lucky."
"Fake."
"Stop pretending in front of me. As luck would have it, the prince is here too. I hope he can be a matchmaker for you in the future."
Wei Chiyu stared into Zhao Shi's eyes and said, "I belong to someone in my heart."
"Isn't she your former fiancée? People hate the poor and love the rich, so why should you keep thinking about her?" Sheng Wenlin also did it for his own good.
Zhao Shilen sneered, "Master Wei is really infatuated."
Wei Chiyu has not yet spoken.
Zhao Shi said coldly: "Your Majesty is right, even if you hate the poor and love the rich, if you can't give her a lifetime of wealth, you might as well give up."
Wei Chi endured it again and again, "Thank you, Prince, for the advice."
Zhao Shi was holding back anger that he could not vent, and his eyes were filled with coldness. After he made these two sarcastic remarks, his anger gradually calmed down.
It was just now that he had no courage. In this year, Zhao Shi had never heard the words "Wei Chiyu" from Mingzhu's mouth. She liked him now.
Zhao Shi got on the carriage, "I'm leaving first."
"Your Highness, why don't you give us a ride?" Sheng Wenlin said shamelessly.
"roll."
Sheng Wenlin was startled and turned his head to look at Wei Chiyu: "Did you hear that just now?"
“…”
"His Royal Highness told us to get out?!"
"..." Wei Chiyu said, "I'm going back first too."
Sheng Wenlin looked at his legs, "You just walk back? My carriage should be arriving soon. Can I give you a ride?"
"Thank you, no."
From the gate of the palace to the back alley, Wei Chi spent more than two sticks of incense.
He walked through the back door by accident and stood under the eaves waiting quietly for a long time, not knowing what he was waiting for.
The sky was getting dark, dark clouds were approaching, and it was about to rain.
Mingzhu opened the small door to the backyard, raised her head and met a pair of calm, dark eyes. She squeezed her hands hard, almost thinking she had seen it wrong.
Their eyes met and they were silent for a long time.
She couldn't see Wei Chiyu's red eyes. The skinny boy he once was seemed to have become a mature man.
There was a burst of thunder and a drizzle of rain began.
There was a tinkling sound of rain, and Wei Chiyu asked her in a hoarse voice: "Is he good to you?"
Mingzhu's eyes turned red when she lowered her eyelashes, and she nodded silently.
After a long time, Wei Chiyu asked softly: "Zhuzhu, do you like him now?"