Zhao Shi's breath fell coldly on her neck. Pearl lowered her trembling eyelashes. Her small face was dark-colored and her expression was weak. There was an imperceptible watery light in her eyes, dyeing her glazed eyes through. wet.
She clenched her fingers silently, her expression tense, and she closed her eyes to avoid the gaze that could make her breathless.
She still couldn't forget the poisonous wine he personally gave her.
It hurts to the extreme, that's all.
The tip of Mingzhu's nose turned red, and there was a red circle around her eyes. She sniffed and said in a weak voice, "I didn't hide."
The candlelight was extinguished in the room, and the light was dim. Only a few rays of moonlight were left through the window. Mingzhu could hardly see his face clearly, let alone his unfathomable expression. She could only feel an invisible pressure.
Zhao Shi used a little force with his fingers, pinched her chin, and half-forced her to raise her face to face him. His voice was light: "Didn't you hide?"
The man's voice always sounded kind and kind, with no emotional ups and downs.
Mingzhu was a little afraid of what he looked like. There was a storm under the calm surface. She couldn't tell Zhao Shi's mood or anger. She turned her face away and said in a low voice: "Well, I just feel a little uncomfortable."
Zhao Shi's expression softened slightly, he let go of her chin, and gently and slowly helped her tidy up the broken hair on both sides of her face. He asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Mingzhu swallowed her throat and responded with random words, "Headache."
Zhao Shi hummed softly, "Let the doctor come and take a look tomorrow."
Mingzhu lowered her eyelashes and said, "No, just sleep and you'll be fine."
Zhao Shi didn't speak, and the atmosphere remained cold. Mingzhu knew that it was useless to say what he said. The decision he made could not be rejected.
After Mingzhu finished speaking, she felt a little regretful. She didn't have a headache. The doctor came to check her pulse. The lies she told tonight were about to be exposed.
Zhao Shi's fingers on her waist slowly tightened, he bent down and bit her soft earlobe with his teeth, and asked in a low voice: "Why did you fall asleep without waiting for me tonight?"
Mingzhu shrank and lied, "I'm sleepy."
Zhao Shi hummed as if absentmindedly, and his moist breath swept across her neck. His tone of voice became lower and lower, and he said in her ear: "Wear that Liuxian skirt tomorrow."
The man's sharp breath was quite strong, and he rushed towards her.
A faint blush appeared on Mingzhu's pale and frail face, and her voice was trembling, like a mosquito buzzing, "Yeah."
Zhao Shi stared at her face, his eyes becoming darker and deeper. He slowly let go of her, stood in front of her, and ordered in her ear in a cold voice: "Change my clothes for me."
Mingzhu scrambled to get up. She resisted a little and her hands shook several times before she successfully helped him untie his belt.
The black belt is embroidered with dragon and tiger patterns, and the gold-woven lines feel cold to the touch.
Zhao Shi's observation was meticulous, and no clues could escape his eyes, not to mention Ming Zhu's obvious abnormality tonight.
She was not very good at acting, and her resistance was written on her weak and pale face.
Zhao Shi stared at her silently for a long time. The girl's face was fair and delicate, and her drooping eyelashes were trembling slightly. She was pitiful and weak, and would break at the first snap.
Zhao Shi pursed the corners of his mouth into a slight arc and stared at her face quietly for a long time.
He liked this face. Although her body and mind were a bit squeamish, she was always obedient and obedient. Every time she looked at him pitifully and innocently with her red eyes, instead of getting sympathy, she aroused his hidden desire. The mean side.
The girl is soft and can be bullied, and her begging seems like coquettishness.
Suddenly, Zhao Shi stroked her cheek with cold fingers, lightly touched her eyebrows, and finally stopped on her lips and teeth, rubbing her lips with moderate force, "Be obedient. "
This cold and emotionless voice clung to her tightly.
Mingzhu nodded timidly.
The man spoke with a cold air, he was cold and decisive, he was strong and left no room for mercy.
Mingzhu's paper-pale face gradually turned red. Before she could say her rejection, she was blocked by his kiss.
Tonight it happens to be Biying and Forsythia's turn to be on duty.
Forsythia is younger than Biying and has a somewhat thin skin. "Sister Biying, I'm going to go to the hut."
Biying said: "Go ahead, I'm here."
"Thank you for your hard work, sister. I'll be right back."
Forsythia counted the time before returning. She pinched the spot and returned, unable to help but whisper, "Why haven't you turned off the lights yet?"
His Highness the Crown Prince really doesn't know how to care about women.
Biying glared at her and said, "Be careful what you say."
Forsythia immediately covered her mouth with both hands, and even if she had ten nerves, she would not dare to say the words that His Royal Highness was told.
Although His Highness has always been cold, he is by no means a soft-spoken person, nor is he generally stern and cold.
That night, until dawn, Wangyue Pavilion called for water five or six times in total.
Early in the morning, Biying and others bent down and went in to tidy up the house. The smell in the house was strong, and the curtains on the bed hung slightly, blocking the scene inside.
Biying did not dare to raise her head from the beginning to the end. His Royal Highness was particularly taboo about others staring at Miss Mingzhu, not to mention men, not even the maids they served personally.
The maid who had been serving Miss Mingzhu since she was a child was sent away by His Highness the Crown Prince and fell into a distant place.
Biying quickly picked up the clothes on the ground, and before ducking out, His Royal Highness said in a cold voice: "Move gently, don't wake her up."
Biying: "Yes."
At dawn the next day, Biying saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince walking out of the house neatly dressed. There was no unnecessary expression on his face. His emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy were all hidden, making it invisible to others.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was dining outside, and the people serving him did not dare to breathe.
Zhao Shi drank a bowl of clear porridge and asked before leaving: "Has anything wrong happened in the past few days?"
Biying didn't dare to hide it and shook her head, "No."
Zhao Shi pursed his lips and asked, "How is she feeling?"
Biying replied in a low voice: "The girl seems to be in a bad mood recently."
Zhao Shi couldn't help but frown and tapped his fingers on the table, "Why?"
"My slave doesn't know either." Biying said carefully, "The girl seems to want a companion."
She didn't dare to speak too clearly.
Biying didn't think about it at first. Miss Mingzhu didn't leave the house, couldn't see outsiders, and no one told her about the messy things happening in the capital. How could she look unhappy
There was only one answer she could think of, and that was that Miss Mingzhu wanted to have a child, whether it was for companionship or to consolidate her status, it would be great.
However, Miss Pearl's wish will eventually come true.
Even her maid knows that no matter how favored she is, His Highness the Crown Prince will not let an outsider give birth to her own blood.
This matter, when Zhao Shi came over last night, someone had already mentioned it to him.
He took a sip of the cold tea, hummed, and then went to court.
It was noon again when Mingzhu woke up. She drank some water and fell back to sleep. She was so tortured that she got up from the bed after noon and drank the Biying soup as usual.
Mingzhu put down the bowl and realized her voice was hoarse when she spoke, "He's gone?"
Biying replied: "His Highness left early in the morning."
Mingzhu was really afraid of him, "Did you leave any words?"
Biying shook her head: "No, I just told you not to wake you up."
And watching her drink medicine.
Mingzhu responded lazily with the word "oh".
Biying brought another bowl of dark medicine. The strong bitter taste could be smelled from a distance. Mingzhu frowned, "Didn't you drink it?"
Although she doesn't mind drinking a few more bowls of child-preventing soup now and wishes she was as infertile as in her previous life, drinking the medicine is really bitter.
Biying explained: "This is medicine to replenish your body. The doctor said before that you are weak and need to take more replenishing medicine."
Mingzhu was born prematurely and was born with deficiencies. She didn't really want to drink it, so she waved her hand and said, "Just leave it for now."
Biying looked like she was about to cry, "You can drink it now."
Mingzhu glanced at her a few times and sighed helplessly. These people listened to Zhao Shi's words so much that they didn't dare to disobey a word.
After drinking the medicine with a grimace, she went to the yard to bask in the sun. She sat down lazily, squinting at the sun, and suddenly asked: "Biying, is Arou still working in the woodshed? Is she doing well? OK?"
Biying didn't dare to answer. The prince had an order not to allow them to say anything they shouldn't.
Mingzhu sighed, "Forget it, I won't embarrass you anymore."
Last night, when she was in a better mood after meeting Zhao, she suppressed her sleepiness, looked at him eagerly, and begged him in a low voice to let A Rou back to her.
Arou had grown up with her since she was a child, and she couldn't bear to let Arou stay outside and suffer.
Zhao Shi didn't say whether he would answer or not, he just told her to sleep.
Mingzhu sacrificed a lot for this and took the initiative to hug his waist and beg him.
However, Zhao Shi was hot on the outside and cold on the inside. His heart was as hard as a stone, and he could not move her even if he begged softly.
Biying changed the topic, "Girl, do you want some tea?"
Mingzhu didn't like to drink tea. She thought it tasted bitter, so she said, "I want to eat sweet cakes."
Biying was a little embarrassed, "Then... I can only eat two pieces."
When Zhao Shi was away, Mingzhu said bad things about him, "Why does he have to control everything? My father doesn't have as much control as he does."
Biying was worried, "I'm going to get the pastries right now."
Zhao Shi went down to court and was called over by his grandmother. After some pleasantries, he returned to the topic. It was just that he had reached the age where he should marry a main concubine and a side concubine.
The old lady showed him several portraits of talented and beautiful women and pointed to one of them, "This is the eldest daughter of the Ming family. If you like her, you can make her your concubine."
She added: "This is the Princess of Xiangyang. This child is quirky and beautiful. Not to mention her status, she is worthy of the position of a princess."
Zhao Shi glanced at the portrait twice, then looked back lightly, without comment: "That's what you said."
She smiled and said, "As long as you like it."
Zhao Shi put down the teacup in his hand and said, "My grandson is busy with political affairs today, so I'll take my leave and come back to visit my grandmother another day."
"Go ahead."
Zhao Shi came out of the palace, asked the guards to turn the carriage around, and said, "I'm not going to Wangyue Pavilion anymore. I'm going back to the Prince's Mansion."
"yes."
For half a month, His Highness the Crown Prince did not appear in Wangyue Pavilion.
Mingzhu felt so uncomfortable, eating and drinking when she should, her complexion was rosy and she had gained two pounds. On the contrary, the maid who served her was too anxious to eat. She was afraid that the girl would fall out of favor. She also heard that the palace was selecting a concubine for the prince, so she became even more anxious.
Biying asked: "Girl, are you trying to get angry with His Highness?"
Mingzhu said calmly: "How dare I."
She wished that Zhao Shi would never come here again and forget about her, so that she could find a chance to run away.
Biying's face was full of sorrow, "Girl, please listen to my advice and don't confront His Highness. Your Highness will accept soft things rather than hard words."
"I really don't."
In order to leave smoothly, she had been bearing the humiliation these past few days and did not dare to make Zhao Shi unhappy.
A white light suddenly flashed in Biying's mind, and she asked very carefully: "Could it be..."
Mingzhu asked: "What is it?"
Biying hesitated to speak, "Could it be that His Highness knew about your desire to have a child and deliberately left you alone?"