The fragrance of pear flowers is like fresh and elegant morning dew, and the soft and fragrant scent wraps around the tip of the nose.
Mingzhu lowered her eyebrows, not knowing what she was thinking.
Zhao Shi's hand easily hugged her waist, and his cold and thin fingers rested on the slender and graceful waistline. He looked down at her. In fact, she didn't know that she habitually avoided his gaze whenever she lied. With evasive eyes, he said, "You really didn't cry?"
"No."
Zhao Shi was kind enough not to expose her. She and Wei Chiyu were destined to meet each other on the road.
Zhao Shi didn't want to argue with her about such a trivial matter, so he held her chin, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth. Still unfinished, there was another moment of silence. The man suddenly raised his finger, wiped away the makeup from her eyes, and sighed softly. : "There's nothing to cry about."
Mingzhu changed the subject awkwardly and bluntly, "Your Highness, why didn't you wear the purse I gave you?"
Zhao Shi paused for a while and said casually: "I forgot."
He doesn't like bamboo.
The mere mention of this made him sulky again.
When she was embroidering this purse, was the man in her mind still Wei Chiyu? Is the person named Wei that good? Is it worth keeping him in mind for so long
Zhao Shi loosened his fingers and looked directly into her eyes. The look in her eyes was different from before, "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
Mingzhu looked at the face in front of her. Her features were as good-looking as before, her eyes were dark, and her nose was high. Even with a stern expression, she still looked good.
She came back to her senses and asked, "I thought you didn't like it."
Mingzhu just said it casually, but Zhao Shi answered seriously, "I really don't like bamboo patterns."
Mingzhu was a little surprised when she heard this. After a while, she thought about her words and said, "Then please return my purse to me, Your Highness."
She seemed to have a clear idea of Zhao Shi's character. He has to get what he likes, and he doesn't care much about what happens after he gets it.
He had forced her to embroider a purse for him before, just because Wei Chiyu also had one.
If it really comes into his hands, he may not cherish it.
Since you don't like it, why not give it back to her, she can still use it, and maybe sell it in the future.
Zhao Shi raised his eyes to look at her and said in a cold voice, "Lost it."
Apart from Mingzhu's surprise, she was also a little regretful. Although the purse didn't cost much effort, she had to stay up for several hours because of the rush. There is also gold thread on it, so it is still very valuable when sold.
She opened her lips and whispered: "Oh."
Zhao Shi straightened the corners of his mouth, and when he saw that she had no reaction at all, he was not even angry anymore. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked her, "What did your sister say to you when you went out today?"
Mingzhu looked very petite standing in front of him, a sweet and soft person with no edge, but her indifference could hurt people's hearts more than a sharp blade.
She told Zhao Shi truthfully: "Sister asked me to intercede for my third uncle."
Zhao Shi was a little surprised. Because of this incident, several people from the Ming family came to him and said all kinds of good things and flattery. They even sent Mingzhu's sister to his house to please him.
However, what Mingzhu's third uncle did was not a trivial matter. He embezzled ten thousand taels of silver and started lending money privately. He did so many evil things that it's hard to describe.
Naturally, Zhao Shi could not bend the law because of his personal affair, and he should be dealt with impartially. This morning, he had been arrested and imprisoned by people from Dali Temple, awaiting trial.
Zhao Shi thought for a while and explained to her: "Your third uncle has embezzled a sum of money for disaster relief. The amount is not small. His previous behavior of bullying men and women was brought to the attention of the government. All things big and small have become more complicated." Being together, we can’t be punished lightly.”
Mingzhu was not surprised when she heard these words. In her memory, her third uncle was a person who loved money very much.
She looked at Zhao Shi. This was the first time he had talked to her about official matters.
Zhao Shi looked at her with pity and touched the side of her face, "It's useless for you to look at me. I know that your third uncle treats you well, but there is no room for change in this matter."
Mingzhu sighed and asked: "My third uncle's life..."
Mingzhu didn't like celebrating Chinese New Year very much when she was a child. The front hall was bustling but not her part. I couldn't even receive a few red envelopes, and I had to be frightened by several other brothers and sisters with firecrackers, and they ran away with their heads in their hands.
At that time, only the third uncle would smile and give her a sizable red envelope.
Third uncle did something wrong and deserves to be punished. If she lost her life because of this, she would still feel a little uncomfortable.
Zhao Shi looked at her clear watery eyes. Every time he faced these eyes washed by water, he would always feel a little unbearable. He said, "I won't lose my life."
"Your third uncle has already spit out all the money. As for the other charges, we have to go to Dali Temple first and then discuss them."
Mingzhu nodded, "Okay."
Zhao Shi didn't really want to talk to her about these things, but neither he nor she were talkative people. There was a moment of silence, which was a bit embarrassing.
Zhao Shi suddenly asked: "Can you play chess?"
Mingzhu nodded, then shook her head, "I can only play backgammon."
She saw that Zhao Shi played Go with others.
She doesn't know how, no one taught her.
Zhao Shi was not disappointed at all, so he patted her head gently, then held her hand and led her to sit on the couch.
He ordered someone to bring the chessboard, the white stones were given to her, and he used the black stones.
Mingzhu was at a loss as she held the chess pieces. She pursed her lips and said again: "I don't know how to play Go."
What Zhao Shi likes is a talented woman with unparalleled skills in calligraphy and painting. She didn't even know how to play chess, and she didn't know what the point of him forcing her was.
Zhao Shi held Heizi in his hand and said calmly: "I'll teach you."
Go is not difficult to play. Zhao Shi explained it to her carefully while playing with her.
After a game of chess, Mingzhu vaguely understood the rules, but only scratched the surface.
Zhao Shi didn't let her go and killed her twice in a row. The chess game was brutal.
Mingzhu lost so ugly, her face became hot and she felt quite shameless.
Zhao Shi smiled and said, "How about I give you a round?"
Mingzhu shook her head. She really had no interest in playing Go. She asked, "Is it okay if I don't want to play anymore?"
Zhao Shi put down the chess piece in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Then I won't play anymore. Come back next time."
"good."
I have to say that Mingzhu is indeed the worst chess player Zhao Shi has ever seen.
There is no structure, no strategy, just one step at a time, and it is normal to lose miserably.
Zhao Shi glanced at her intently, and the dim and warm light of the sunset quietly shone on the side of her face. The girl's face was delicate and white, with bright eyes and white teeth, just like a bright moon in the sky.
This face is what he likes very much.
This person seemed to grow at the tip of his heart.
But other than that, it seemed that everything was not in Zhao Shi's choice.
The next day, Mingzhu saw the chessboard on the soft table and called Biying over on a whim to play backgammon with her.
Mingzhu was pretty good at backgammon, winning four or five games in a row. She was a little tired, so she sat up and stretched, "Come back in the afternoon."
Biying smiled and helped her put away the chessboard. This chessboard was a treasure collected by His Royal Highness.
Mingzhu wore a light-colored embroidered orchid-patterned coat and skirt today. On her earlobes were a pair of light-white jade earrings. Her complexion was as gentle as water. Sit quietly by the window, as beautiful as a poem or a picture.
She peeled a fresh longan. It tasted so sweet that she couldn't help but take two more bites.
The maids brought two bowls of warm soup, and Mingzhu drank them all without asking.
Aunt Liu outside the door heard her obediently drink the medicine, but she really didn't believe it. In the past, I was dying, vomiting and feeling uncomfortable, and I tried to think of ways not to drink, but these days I feel better and sleep better.
Aunt Liu also knew that she failed to run away some time ago. Just as others thought, she thought she was running away with her lover. She couldn't help but remind her: "If you follow His Highness, you can live your life peacefully." point."
If you are too proud, there will always be a day when you can't afford to leave.
Mingzhu was not polite to her and asked Biying to send her out.
Aunt Liu did not dare to say anything more to let His Highness the Crown Prince know that she would not get any benefit.
Maybe it was because she saw Grandma Liu again. Mingzhu didn't sleep well during her lunch break and had vague nightmares.
This dream was more realistic than usual, as if someone had forcefully opened her jaw and poured the bowl of black and cold medicine down her throat.
Even in her dream, the pain in her abdomen became more and more acute, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, the corners of her eyes were slightly moist, and she was talking in her sleep.
Mingzhu woke up from the pain, and the familiar pain in her lower abdomen swept over her. Her face was pale, she sat up weakly from the bed, and was about to call Biying's name.
Looking up, Zhao Shi came in at some point. He stared at her, took off his wristband, and asked, "Have you had another nightmare?"
Zhao Shi happened to hear her talking in her sleep. She said it hurt and asked people not to kill her.
He also heard Wei Chiyu's name.
Mingzhu called him, Ayu.
Two words, close and lingering, and the scenery of spring is harmonious.
Mingzhu seemed to be very frightened, her face turned pale and there was no blood at all.
"Well, my stomach hurts."
Mingzhu felt that her little day had come, and there was a warm feeling under her body, and the pain was even worse.
Every time she comes to have a small day, she will be in pain to death, but her small day is never accurate, and it has been almost two months since the last time.
Even the conditioning medicine prescribed by the doctor had no effect. My body was weak and cold, and I wouldn't be able to get better in three to five years.
The only good thing is probably that she is unlikely to be pregnant.
Zhao Shi was as considerate as silk, and he knew what was going on after just one look at her expression. The man asked the maid to bring a warm pot and boiled brown sugar water for her. He watched her drink it with his own eyes and his expression softened slightly.
Biying said Amitabha, the girl's little life has finally come.
Mingzhu warmed up her body, but her stomach still hurt.
Zhao Shi asked Biying to call the doctor with a cold face, but Mingzhu stopped him and said, "It will be fine tomorrow."
Zhao Shi hugged her from behind, placed his palm on her belly, and rubbed her belly.
He said: "I won't take medicine anymore."
When you have a child, you give birth to it.
Other matters will be discussed later.
His bottom line also retreated again and again, breaking many rules for her.
Mingzhu didn't appreciate his kindness at all, and seemed to have misunderstood his meaning. She said seriously: "Your Highness, although I am cold and it is difficult to conceive, I still need to take medicine to be safe."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Shi's face turned green.