Zhao Shi's dark eyes were staring straight at her face. His face was calm, and the desire in his eyes was roaring away. He clenched his thumb calmly, making no sound and not disturbing her.
Sheng Wenlin couldn't help but breathe softly, and seemed to be stunned.
Zhao Shi turned sideways, intentionally or unintentionally blocking his view, "Let's go to the vestibule."
Sheng Wenlin came out of his dazed state when he heard this voice, pretending to be calm and composed, he nodded and said yes.
Mingzhu still didn't know that Zhao Shi had come and gone, so she handed the fish she was holding tightly to Zhao Xin, "Do you want it?"
Zhao Xin nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes!"
The fish was slippery and she couldn't hold it at all, so it flew out as soon as she got it.
Zhao Xin was almost mad to death. After being arrested for a long time and still unable to catch him, she lost interest and simply stopped arresting him.
The two people sat on the shore and put on their shoes and socks again, then took off their curtains and hats and sat in the pavilion to rest.
The spring light was warm, and Mingzhu was a little afraid of the heat. There were beads of sweat on her forehead. She was fanning herself and drinking water.
Zhao Xin was also a little wilted from the sun. She lay limply on the stone table and said in admiration: "Zhuzhu, how can you catch fish?"
Mingzhu thought about it seriously, "I caught a lot of fish when I was a kid, so I have experience."
Zhao Xin was surprised, "Did you still fish in water when you were a child?"
"yes."
"I thought you had been very good and obedient since you were a child."
It doesn't look like someone who would do anything like fishing in the water.
Before her mother passed away, Mingzhu was quite comfortable. Her mother never restricted her little pleasures, even if she went to roll in the snow.
She is just more reserved in front of outsiders, hiding her innocent and charming side.
The spring breeze was blowing, and both of them were a little tired.
Pearl’s skirt, which had just been soaked by the lake water, was gradually dried by the wind.
The maid serving Zhao Xin urged again and again, "Princess, I really want to go back."
Zhao Xin was reluctant to leave, and stepped forward to hug Mingzhu. She said, "You must come to my birthday. I have already told my brother."
Mingzhu nodded and said yes.
Mingzhu gave her a ride by the way and helped her get into the carriage with a bit of reluctance in her eyes.
She was sleepy in spring and tired in autumn. She hadn't rested at noon today, and her eyelids couldn't hold up.
Mingzhu went back to the house and took a nap. When she woke up, the sky was getting dark, the golden light of the sunset was slowly hidden in the clouds, and the branches outside the window rustled with the spring breeze.
She only squinted for half an hour, but it seemed as if she had slept for a long time.
Occasionally, she would still have those few dreams over and over again.
There was only Zhao Shi in the dream, not her.
The Zhao Shi in the dream was much stranger than the one she knew.
In fact, she couldn't remember many things. Her memory gradually became blurred, and she could only remember those things that depressed her heart the most.
After several years of torment, her heart has gradually calmed down.
Countless whys? In the end, just turn it into a sentence and forget it.
She doesn't want to suffer, and she doesn't want to like him anymore.
Mingzhu sat up and stretched. She walked to the window and opened it. The sweet pear blossoms from the trees in the yard came to her nostrils.
Mingzhu said to Biying, "I want to eat pears."
Biying smiled and said, "Where can you find pears in this season?"
Mingzhu nodded, "Yeah, but I'm so greedy."
"Don't worry, girl. Although you can't eat pears, you can eat peaches soon."
The peach tastes sweet, mouth-filling, plump and juicy, and the flesh is soft.
Mingzhu also likes to eat peaches, and even likes to use peach blossoms to make sachets. She loves the rich and sweet aroma.
She waited happily to eat the peach.
When it was completely dark, Zhao Shi came to have dinner with her.
Mingzhu didn't notice anything wrong with the man. She buried her head in her meal. Before she took two bites, she heard Zhao Shi asking the maid to warm a pot of wine.
Mingzhu was a little surprised, "Do you want to drink?"
He doesn't drink well.
Mingzhu still remembers his drunken state.
Zhao Shi poured a glass of wine and said quietly: "Well, the peach blossom wine Wei Liu sent a few days ago."
Mingzhu barely drank any wine. She smelled the aroma from the wine glass and swallowed. She looked at him with a pair of bright eyes and asked, "Can I have a little?"
Zhao Shidai smiled slightly and said, "I originally wanted to give you a drink."
He personally poured half a glass for her, and Mingzhu took a sip as soon as she picked it up. The taste was mild, with a peach aroma mixed with a bit of alcohol.
Mingzhu couldn't help but take a few more sips. Drinking was very easy on her face, and it didn't take long for her face to become familiar.
Mingzhu tasted it briefly, but Zhao Shi drank two more glasses.
Mingzhu vaguely felt that the man sitting opposite her seemed to have a touch of loneliness and indescribable sadness.
She didn't know what was wrong with him.
Zhao Shi looked at her face calmly. As time went by, he might not remember many things so clearly, but to this day he still remembered Mingzhu's bright smile while standing in the lake.
Sweet to the core.
Zhao Shi wanted to see her smile at him unreservedly, but unfortunately her strong-willed melon was not sweet. Although she was willing to smile at him now, most of those smiles were forced, false and far-fetched.
Only in the corner where he can't see her will she open her heart to others.
Mingzhu didn't want to take care of him when he was drunk. Although he was well-behaved, it was difficult to deal with him. She kindly advised: "Your Highness, although this wine tastes good, you can't drink too much."
Zhao Shi hummed in a low voice and calmly put down the wine glass in his hand.
When Mingzhu noticed that he was so talkative, she began to wonder if he was drunk.
She chose to remain silent.
When she wasn't paying attention, Zhao Shi poured the wine again, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Mingzhu sighed, she was indeed drunk as soon as she drank.
She looked at him quietly.
Zhao Shi frowned and suddenly said to her: "Zhuzhu, please smile at me."
Mingzhu raised the corners of her mouth and tried to show him the best possible smile.
Zhao Shi shook his head, "That's not right."
"That's not a smile."
Mingzhu was at a loss. She asked seriously: "What should it be like?"
Zhao Shi couldn't tell, but it wasn't the smile he was pretending now.
He couldn't help but reached out and poked her cheek, "It's not like that anyway."
Mingzhu thought he was drunk and crazy.
She originally thought that she would probably lose her purity again tonight, but Zhao Shi became very quiet.
Mingzhu planned to help him wash his face and trick him into going to bed.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly held her wrist and said, "I'm not drunk."
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes still awake. He took off the jade pendant hanging from his waist and placed it neatly beside his pillow.
Mingzhu asked someone to bring the hot water out, "Are you going to sleep?"
"Um."
"There's something else I haven't told you."
Zhao Shi's eyebrows slowly relaxed, "Say."
"Princess, please treat me for a month..."
Before she finished speaking, Zhao Shi interrupted her, "I know, I will take you into the palace."
He seemed to be worried and held her hand tightly, "Don't run around when the time comes, and stay close to me."
Mingzhu had other questions to ask. It was her first time going to such an occasion, and she didn't want to let down the princess's good intentions, let alone embarrass herself. She asked: "What should I give?"
"There is no need to prepare anything, and she lacks nothing."
"This is not good."
You will be secretly said to be uneducated.
Zhao Shi said perfunctorily: "Just buy any weird gadgets, she likes messy little toys."
"okay."
When Zhao Shi mentioned Zhao Xin, he was a little dissatisfied, "She is a dishonest person, so stay away from her."
"Princess is so cute."
Zhao Shi couldn't help but laugh, "What's so cute about him? He's just looking for trouble."
He didn't even know how much mess he had cleaned up for Zhao Xin. By the end, he was already very good at it.
Zhao Shi suddenly grabbed her arm again and said coldly, "Don't smile at her in the future."
Mingzhu regarded these words as childish drunken words, "Go to sleep, it will be fine when you wake up."
Zhao Shi just looked at her and said those two words stubbornly: "No."
Mingzhu's arm was a little painful from the strong pinch of his palm. She tried to pry his fingers away, but failed.
"Let go of your hands first."
"no."
"Okay, I won't smile at her."
Zhao Shi was reluctantly satisfied, "Yeah." He added stubbornly: "Don't smile like that at others."
Chichen's innocent yet brilliant smile should belong to him alone.
"Okay." She answered without sincerity.
Zhao Shi lowered his eyes and fiddled with the Buddhist beads on his wrist, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, he asked: "Remember to put away the peace charm I asked for for you."
Mingzhu has never seen any peace charms.
She didn't notice the peace charm placed under the pillow at the time.
Zhao Shi raised his eyes and asked lightly: "Did you throw it away?"
Mingzhu said: "No."
Zhao Shi said that's fine, then hugged her waist and remained silent.
He began to think seriously, does he really have to be her? I always thought that some of the thrill of love at first sight would slowly fade over time, and no matter how strong the feelings were, they would become pale over time.
But her gorgeous flowery smile in the afternoon still seemed like ripples in the soft wind in spring.
Zhao Shi was actually reluctant to admit that his emotions were affected by her. It was like him taking the initiative to put a knife in her hand. It was up to her to decide whether he wanted to live or die.
He didn't like this feeling of loss of control.
Even Sheng Wenlin could see that he had indeed crossed the line with her.
She escaped again and again.
He chased again and again.
Every time I feel soft-hearted, it's not because of her few tears. If he was hard-hearted enough, he would have sent her away long ago when he knew she still had Wei Chiyu in her heart.
But he didn't.
He couldn't bear it.
As a prince, Zhao Shi, who has strong control, hates this feeling of losing control.
A year ago, Zhao Shi himself thought that his superficial love for her would not last long.
She is weak and has no talent. Not the kind of person he could keep in mind.
Now, although Zhao Shi is shaken, he still thinks so.
He was struggling with himself, and he thought painfully and stubbornly that he didn't necessarily have to have her.
When his thoughts returned, Zhao Shi raised his eyes, held her cheek, kissed her eyebrows, and placed the hand covering hers on his waist. His voice was low and hoarse, and the peach fragrance was intoxicating, "I'm a little tired, help me." The clothes are untied."