Mingzhu was stunned for a moment. There were very few days when Zhao Shi was drunk.
People outside were urging her, so Mingzhu took a deep breath and opened the door. She stood in front of the lantern, the candlelight reflecting her snow-white face.
The attendant walked ahead with a lamp and respectfully led her to Zhao Shi's bedroom.
The attendant spoke a few more words: "Your Highness is rarely in such a good mood, so he drank a few more glasses."
Originally, he was a person who didn't drink much and kept himself clean. At tonight's banquet, no matter which adults came to propose a toast, the Prince would never refuse.
Even the attendants didn't arrive. The prince's palace took in the concubine, and he was so happy. The spring breeze was like a wedding night.
Mingzhu couldn't see why Zhao Shi was happy, didn't he always have that cold and indifferent expression
Mingzhu stretched out her crotch and gently opened the door. There were only two oil lamps that were not very bright. The wicks were almost burning to the candlesticks, and the light was dim.
Mingzhu raised her eyes and looked at the man beside the bed. He was wearing a black gown with woven gold. His jade-like face was vaguely red, and his usually dignified and square eyebrows also had a faint smell of alcohol. .
Zhao Shi slowly raised his eyes, his black eyes were bottomless, and he couldn't tell whether she was drunk or awake. He waved to her, and his voice was very soft, "Zhu Zhu."
Mingzhu's heart shrank, this sound was indeed gentle and caring.
She squeezed the handkerchief in her waist tightly, walked slowly to him, and looked down at him.
Zhao Shi raised his eyes and looked at her quietly with his dark eyes. After being quiet for a while, he suddenly took hold of her wrist and gently pulled her forward.
Mingzhu was forced to sit sideways next to him, her body tensed and she didn't dare to relax.
Zhao Shi's eyebrows seemed to relax completely, reflecting a rare tenderness in the dim candlelight. He curled his lips and smiled. This smile was also extremely gentle. He stretched out his fingers and touched her face, calling her by her nickname again and again, as if he never got tired of calling her: "Zhuzhu."
Mingzhu shrank from the coolness on his fingertips, a little nervous and a little confused.
Zhao Shi's expression changed, and his eyes became apologetic. He frowned, and there seemed to be a hint of self-blame in his tone, "I'm sorry."
He looked into her eyes and asked softly: "Are you too cold?"
Mingzhu felt strange and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Zhao Shi was really drunk and even talked too much.
He usually doesn't talk much.
The man's breath was warm when he spoke, with a slight odor of alcohol.
Mingzhu nodded, "Yeah."
Only then did Mingzhu realize that Zhao Shi was a little different from him when he was drunk. His whole posture seemed to be much more relaxed. He was not as cold and distant as usual, and the cold aura around him had almost melted away. Almost the same, he became extremely kind and gentle.
She was breathless under his gaze. She stood up and said, "Let me get you a glass of water."
Zhao Shi didn't stop her, and agreed obediently.
The water in the tea cup has already become cold. Mingzhu didn't let anyone come in to change it. She poured half a cup of cold water, walked over slowly, and handed the cup to him.
Zhao Shi seemed to be very drunk, and his vision was always hazy and he couldn't see clearly. He almost didn't hold the teacup she handed him.
A cup of cold water fell into his throat, but he didn't say anything. After drinking it, he returned the cup to her.
Mingzhu thought he was still drinking, so she went to hand him a glass.
Zhao Shi still had no reaction and drank the whole drink.
Mingzhu had a headache, "Do you still want it?"
Zhao Shi shook his head, "I'm not thirsty anymore."
Mingzhu had never taken care of a drunk person, and she didn't know what to do with him. After thinking about it, she said, "How about you sleep?"
Zhao Shi looked at her with his eyes wide and still shook his head.
He seemed to still reach out to touch her, but he seemed to be afraid that his palm would be too cold, so he retracted it when it fell in the air.
His voice was calm, and there was still a little bit of subtle grievance in it, "Have you forgotten?"
Mingzhu lowered her face, "Forgot something?"
"Today is my birthday, and it will be over soon."
Mingzhu almost forgot about it, but on the way here, she suddenly remembered it.
Today is indeed Zhao Shi’s birthday.
She was a little surprised that he had never been in the palace.
Mingzhu stared at her toes and did not meet his eyes. She said, "Well, I forgot."
Mingzhu knew that although Zhao Shi didn't say anything, he was indeed happier than usual during his birthday every year.
It's just not sensual.
Speaking of his birthday, Mingzhu felt a little sad. She always dreamed about things in her life.
The prince in the dream never had a birthday.
There are no happy events, no banquets, and the house is deserted even during the New Year.
He didn't hold happy events, so other people in the capital didn't dare to celebrate in a big way, so they could only do it secretly and perfunctorily.
The more Mingzhu looked at him, the more he felt that his life was too boring. What was the point of living with the walking dead? He has a deadly expression on his face all day long, but I have never seen him smile.
The stinging pain on her fingertips brought Mingzhu back to her senses. The man lowered his face, with a bit of sadness hidden in his furrowed brows. After a while, he raised his face again, looked at her and said, "Then you should remember it next year."
Mingzhu only dared to say a few sincere words when he was easy to bully, "I won't remember it next year either."
Although the voice was low, Zhao Shi still heard it.
He asked: "Why?"
Mingzhu changed the subject, "Go to sleep."
Zhao Shi lazily hummed. The light looked still gentle and gentle, with no offensive power and no fearsome edge. He said, "I haven't showered yet."
Mingzhu didn't want to help him bathe and change clothes.
"I'll let the maid in."
Zhao Shi grabbed her breast and wouldn't let go.
Mingzhu struggled but did not break away.
Zhao Shi looked at her and said, "Run."
How could he be so afraid of her running away even though he was drunk? Mingzhu was silent.
Zhao Shi clasped her waist, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and asked in confusion: "Why do you always have to run?"
Mingzhu felt that he would not remember anything after he sobered up, so he became more courageous and said what he said sincerely, "Because I don't like you."
I have loved it all my life.
I no longer like it in this life.
No matter what, it's impossible for her to like someone who wants to kill her.
Zhao Shi's expression froze slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared. After a while, he said, "I know."
Mingzhu couldn't hold back, "You know you should let me go. I think you are quite considerate to everyone."
Very reasonable.
Zhao Shi suddenly told her something else, "My mother has always hoped that I could marry a woman she truly loves."
However, Zhao Shi was very sad.
After a few times, his mother stopped forcing him.
Even Zhao Shi himself doesn't care much about these things. He just needs to marry a girl who is sensible and reasonable.
Later, his father told him that it is best for a person not to have weaknesses in his life.
He is a prince and has a heavy burden on his shoulders.
He had no chance of making a mistake.
Mingzhu said nothing.
Zhao Shi didn't intend to continue talking.
He must have been a little sleepy, so he quietly leaned against the edge of the bed and closed his eyes.
Mingzhu originally asked the maid to come in and help him fetch water to wash his face, but the man fell asleep and still held her wrist hard.
Mingzhu couldn't pull it away, so she was helplessly frustrated, stretched out her fingertips and poked his waist hard, childishly venting her anger.
Zhao Shi woke up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth. When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman sleeping next to him. Her hair was a little messy and she was sleeping a little uneasily.
He still had a severe headache, so he sat up, lifted the quilt, got out of bed gently, and poured himself a glass of water to suppress the dryness in his throat.
Fish belly has begun to appear on the horizon, and it is almost dawn.
Zhao Chi smelled the clothes he was wearing and there was still a lingering smell of alcohol. He frowned and went to the next room to take a shower and change clothes.
He changed into a pair of lake-green straight clothes, which were refreshing and clean.
Zhao Shi called the attendant over and asked, "Did you call her here yesterday?"
The attendant was shocked and said, "You insist on Miss Pearl."
Zhao Shi's head still hurts, and he couldn't remember some scenes very clearly, but that didn't mean he still had memories.
Zhao Shi lowered his head and glanced at him coldly, "Keep your voice down."
The attendant had cold sweat on his forehead, "Yes, yes, yes."
"Get out."
"Yes Yes Yes."
Zhao Shi sat quietly by the window, and some memories of last night slowly came back to his mind.
He has a good memory. He still remembers what he said to Mingzhu last night when he recalled it.
The little girl lowered her face and kept repeating the words she said to him seriously, "Because I don't like you," in his ears.
Zhao Shi squeezed the cup in his chest tightly. After a while, he calmed down and walked to the bed. He stared at her for a long time, sighed in resignation, and covered her with a quilt silently.
He sighed and placed the peace talisman he had prayed for in Changtai Mountain more than half a month ago by bowing nine times and placed it beside her pillow.
I don’t know if this peace talisman works or not.
It would also be a good thing if he could really protect her and live a long life.
The news spread that the Prince's Palace had taken the fifth young lady of the Ming family as his concubine.
At court early in the morning, many people were still discussing this matter. The uncle of the Ming family was surrounded by his colleagues, and he was humiliated by congratulations and praises.
After the Ming family member exchanged greetings with his colleagues, he immediately went to flatter the Crown Prince.
He was chasing after the crown prince, and he stopped talking, "Your Majesty, Mingzhu may not be sensible yet, I hope you will bear with me in the future."
Zhao Shi was careless and didn't listen at all.
The uncle of the Ming family shamelessly brought up business, "Your Majesty, Mingzhu has been close to his uncle since she was a child. Look at him..."
Not even half finished.
Zhao Shi smiled softly, "Getting close?"
The uncle of the Ming family, who was under tremendous pressure to reinstate his younger brother as an official, nodded, "Yes."
Zhao Shi was too lazy to play around with him and exposed his lie directly, "I don't need to say more about her life in the Ming family."
The uncle of the Ming family was immediately speechless, looking at the back of the Crown Prince with hatred. He had to wait for the daughter-in-law of the family to pass the door and become a concubine, so that he could go to the Crown Prince's pillow and blow his ears. , it works.
That damn girl Mingzhu is just unreliable.
The prince is in a hurry to return home, of course he has important things to do.
He was drunk last night and lost his manners.
Zhao Shi also wants to capture Mingzhu and force her to give him a birthday gift.
After a year of rainy nights, didn't she still want to give Wei Chiyu a birthday gift with tears in her eyes
He was easy to fool when he drank too much last night, but not sober.