Mingzhu just answered her words, but Zhao Xin was stunned, with a slightly shocked expression. She thought Mingzhu had some affection for her brother no matter what.
The woman who usually wants to pounce on her brother is like 江crucian carp.
And when her brother is not angry, he is very gentle.
Zhao Xin glanced at her twice, reluctant to look away from her face. She was really beautiful. Although her appearance was bright, the temperament of her eyebrows was purer than water. She swallowed her throat, lowered her voice, and asked, "Can you still not forget Mr. Wei?"
Apart from this, Zhao Xin could not think of any other reason for the time being.
Her brother should be very good to Mingzhu.
Food and clothing are very particular.
Mingzhu was quiet for a while and didn't reply.
Zhao Xin apologized, "I shouldn't have mentioned this, don't mind."
"It's okay." Mingzhu picked up the teapot and asked by the way: "Do you drink scented tea?"
Zhao Xin is not thirsty now, but when he looks into her gentle eyes, he can't say no to her: "Drink."
Mingzhu poured her a cup of scented tea and continued working on her sewing quietly.
Zhao Xin picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The tea was sweet and very delicious. She looked at the girl sitting opposite her, and the more she looked at her, the more she liked her.
As clean as a piece of white paper. It feels like the spring breeze blowing, crystal clear.
Her brother was willing to hide such a good person in the backyard. It was really wronging her to only give her the title of concubine.
Zhao Xin held her chin up and stared at her intently, "You are so beautiful."
Mingzhu blushed, whether from the sun or because of her straightforward compliment. She raised her face and looked at her seriously, "You are also beautiful."
Zhao Xin waved, "They all dislike me, saying I am too fat and look like a child."
Mingzhu paused and said with a soft voice: "Not fat, just right, very cute."
Zhao Xin liked to hear others praise her. The non-existent tail behind her was raised. She couldn't stand the loneliness. Her eyes turned left and right twice, but she still couldn't help it. Finally, she asked: "You really don't like the prince?" Really? You don’t have to be shy, I will definitely keep it a secret for you.”
Her brother is also one of the most handsome men in the capital.
Mingzhu used scissors to cut off the threads on the soles, then shook her head and said coldly: "Yeah, really."
Zhao Xin sat down disappointedly. She thought to herself that life would definitely be difficult if she was with a man she didn't like.
But Zhao Xin couldn't help her.
Her brother was extremely domineering.
No one can interfere with his affairs or interfere with his decisions.
Those who want it must get it.
Zhao Xin let out a long sigh, "You can try to like him."
If you can't resist! Better try to compromise.
Mingzhu smiled at her and said nothing else. She also liked him, so she didn't ask him to kill her.
The sun was setting and the temperature was no lower than at noon.
Zhao Xin reluctantly said goodbye to her, and before leaving, she said she would come to see her tomorrow.
Mingzhu felt that she was very young, innocent and lively.
Zhao Xin ran out of the yard like a gust of wind, rushed across the threshold, stopped in a hurry, turned her face to look at the man, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, when did you come? Why don't you go in?"
Zhao Shi glanced at her coldly and said, "Just arrived."
Zhao Xin felt relieved. Fortunately, her brother didn't hear anything, otherwise he would really have died.
There was no emotion in Zhao Shi's eyes, "Let's go."
Zhao Xin was a little strange and pointed to the yard, "Aren't you going in?"
Zhao Shi's eyes didn't even look inside, "I'm here to find you."
Zhao Xin muttered, "Why are you looking for me?"
Normally, as long as she doesn't cause trouble, her brother never asks her.
Zhao Shi winked at the maid next to her and asked someone to take her to her room.
If Zhao Xin hadn't wanted to see the pearl, she wouldn't have come to live in the cold and polite Prince's Mansion. She would have stayed in the palace for only seven days.
After passing through a veranda and then around a cobblestone path, we arrived at the room that Zhao Shi asked the maid to help her tidy up.
She seemed to have taken over the residence of the future crown princess.
Zhao Xin couldn't hold it back and said, "Why don't we change rooms?"
Zhao Shi smiled and said, "How can I wrong your precious princess?"
Zhao Xin's face changed, knowing that her brother was mocking her for being timid and timid.
"If you don't feel wronged, I can sleep with Zhuzhu."
It's soft and fragrant, and it must be very comfortable to sleep in.
Zhao Shi's eyebrows turned cold, "Don't even think about it."
Zhao Xin knew that he would not agree, so she sat on the chair angrily. After sulking, she asked: "Brother, why don't you marry her?"
He has a soft temper and good looks.
Wouldn’t it be nice to marry someone home and be a baby
Zhao Shi said, "Don't worry about my affairs."
Zhao Xin was a little old after being beaten, but she was still unconvinced in her heart and did not dare to speak too loudly, "It's damn good that Zhuzhu doesn't like you."
Zhao Shi glanced away coldly and raised his eyebrows, "Speak louder."
Zhao Xin closed her mouth, turned away and ignored him.
Zhao Shi settled her down and left here.
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After Mingzhu finished taking two pairs of shoe soles, she felt a little hungry. When she raised her face from the candlelight and looked out the window, she realized that it was already dark.
She thought that Zhao Shi might stay in the round-faced girl's room tonight, but during the meal, the man came over anyway.
Wearing black clothes, he entered the house with the chill of the night.
Mingzhu's fingertips touched the corner of his clothes, and she shivered, "Have you eaten?"
Zhao Shi: "No."
The room was quiet and bright, lit by candlelight. In the porcelain jade vase on the windowsill is a magnolia branch that Mingzhu broke this morning, filled with a faint fragrance.
Mingzhu had dinner with him without saying a word.
She didn't eat enough. After the food was taken away, she secretly ate a few rose cakes while Zhao Shi was washing up.
After taking a shower, Zhao Shi changed his clothes and came out. His thick black eyelashes were dotted with wet drops of water, illuminating his jade-white skin. He pursed his thin lips slightly, walked slowly to her, and took a deep look at her. However, he asked in his heart: "Eat secretly again?"
Mingzhu opened her round eyes and shook her head, "No."
The man's brows and eyes gradually relaxed after being cold all night, and he seemed to be in a better mood. He stretched out his fingertips and wiped the corners of her mouth, "It's not even wiped clean."
Mingzhu's ears felt hot and she lowered her face, "If you don't eat it, it will go bad."
Zhao Shi didn't say anything, and the smile that appeared just now gradually dissipated, returning to his usual indifferent and calm appearance.
Mingzhu only thought that his recent depression was due to the bad things in the court. She didn't want to get into trouble, so she stayed quietly and did her own thing.
Zhao Shi seemed to have no intention of letting her go tonight and forced her to study and practice calligraphy.
Mingzhu was writing very seriously at first, but half an hour later, her wrists ached, and she whispered to him that she wanted to take a rest.
Zhao Shi asked her to write another calligraphy and was willing to let her rest for a while.
Mingzhu lowered her head and concentrated on writing a poem.
Zhao Shi picked it up, looked at it carefully, and then burst into laughter, "It's quite a feat to be able to write like you."
Mingzhu could hear his joke and felt annoyed. She was not shy at this time and just said: "My writing is ugly, and I don't make a living by selling my words."
Zhao Shi folded her paper and said, "I didn't say your writing was ugly tonight."
He took advantage of the situation and covered her breast, close to her ear, his voice was low and magnetic, "Your posture of holding the pen is wrong, and your writing power is not strong enough. After a while of practice, it will take shape."
Her back was pressed against the man's chest, her ears were soft and numb, and her head was a little dizzy.
Too close.
Mingzhu has no interest in practicing calligraphy. She has no talent in reading and writing poetry. I don’t know why Zhao Shi always devotes himself to cultivating her into a woman with unparalleled poetry and writing
She is only interested in work.
Mingzhu turned around, her eyes looked wet, and her pupils turned a light glass color under the light. She looked at him and asked softly: "Can I stop writing? It hurts so much."
Zhao Shi was silent for a long time, covering her eyes with his hands so that two words could not come to his lips.
Mingzhu opened his fingers, raised her neck and looked at him without blinking, a bit pleading and flattering, and his cold heart suddenly softened.
"Forget it, let's practice again tomorrow."
Mingzhu lost her temper and whispered, "I won't practice tomorrow either."
When Zhao Shi heard it, he just pretended not to hear it. It's a bit funny, it's obvious that she really doesn't like writing.
The red candles lit in the room burned all night, and the light gradually dimmed.
After taking a bath, Mingzhu slowly climbed into bed. She was used to sleeping in it, rolling up the quilt and closing her eyes, pretending to sleep.
Not long after, Zhao Shi lay down next to her, put his hand on her thin shoulders, turned her around, and breathed slightly, "Are you feeling well?"
Mingzhu wanted to lie to him but didn't dare to lie to him.
Zhao Shi's fingers had already reached her waist. He pulled lightly with his fingers, and the belt was loosened and rolled aside. The man pressed her wrist against the pillow and clasped it on the pillow. His dark eyes were unfathomable and quiet. Stared at her for a while.
Then with one free hand he tied her girdle over her eyes, tying it in a loose knot.
Mingzhu's eyes were blocked by her belt, and her vision was pitch black and she couldn't see anything.
She shivered even more, her senses were amplified several times, and she was so loud and angry. He discussed, "Don't cover my eyes, I'm scared."
The sound is soft and waxy, like a small glutinous rice ball that reveals its fillings when pinched.
Zhao Shi couldn't look into these eyes, and even at this moment he didn't want to listen to her.
Once you look into these eyes, you will remember what she said to Zhao Xin.
It's bland, but it really comes from the heart.
Zhao Shi kissed her eyebrows, and then his cold kiss fell on the woman's white collarbone.
He pressed her wrist tightly against the soft pillow, his eyes darkened, and when he lost control, the tips of his teeth pierced the delicate skin on the back of her neck.
Mingzhu said it hurt.
The madness in Zhao Shi's eyes subsided, and he rubbed her head soothingly, "I'm sorry."
Red candles warm the tent until almost dawn.
Mingzhu had not been so tired for a long time. No one disturbed her sleep, and she was allowed to sleep until the afternoon.
She woke up hungry.
Biying had been smiling since she woke up. After she had washed up, the maids brought the prepared meals into the house.
As Mingzhu drank her porridge, she suddenly remembered something important, "I haven't taken the medicine yet."
Biying said: "His Royal Highness said that the girl does not need to drink Bizi soup anymore."
He meant it, but she didn't mean it.
Mingzhu thought this was not possible, so she put down her spoon and looked up at Biying, "You ask them to cook a bowl for me, secretly, don't tell the prince."
When she went to Jiangnan, she still wanted to marry a good man.
She didn't want to be pregnant with Zhao Shi's child.