Zhao Shi looked at her without saying a word, his cheeks were plump and the skin was translucent, like a plump and fragrant peach.
His heart suddenly felt calm for a moment, and his brows were not as angry as when he came out of the dungeon.
After all, he still didn't mind that Mingzhu and Wei Chiyu had been inseparable.
He unreasonably vented his anger on Wei Chi over the fact that Mingzhu didn't like him, as if as long as this person disappeared, he would be able to be as happy as Mingzhu once was.
Zhao Shi didn't want Mingzhu to be afraid of him. He was indeed a man with deep intentions, cruel methods, and indifferent feelings, but she couldn't be afraid of him like others.
Zhao Shi swallowed and walked slowly to her. He didn't notice Mingzhu's nervousness, "Yeah."
No one could tell that Zhao Shi's heart was a little fragile at this time. Only the tail of his eyes, which were smudged red, revealed a bit of emotion. He suddenly wanted to hug her, but he endured it.
The arrogance engraved in his bones made it impossible for him to ask why you don't like me.
Knowing that she was still unwilling to do so, Zhao Shi would just pretend not to see her.
They all said that he doted on her too much, beyond the limits of doting on her.
"What are you busy with?"
Mingzhu calmed down and smiled lightly, "I just made a birthday gift for the princess."
Zhao Shi smiled emotionlessly, even Zhao Xin, who had only met her a few times, was worthy of her trouble, but she just couldn't remember his birthday.
He sat down and played with the Buddhist beads in his hand carelessly, "Bring it over and show it to me."
Mingzhu took a deep breath and said, "Okay."
She took advantage of this opportunity and quickly threw the medicine bottle in her sleeve into the drawer. Her hands and feet were very fast and she didn't reveal any mistakes.
She made a flower-tree-shaped gold walking stick for Zhao Xin. The veins of the gold leaves were clear and lifelike, and the sides were inlaid with round turquoise beads. The steps are exquisite and flexible, and cannot be made except by skilled craftsmen.
She carefully placed Bu Yao in front of him and said in an uncertain tone, "The princess should like it."
Little girls can never resist pretty things. Anyway, she liked it very much. If the princess didn't want it, she would keep it for herself.
Zhao Shi glanced at it twice and then said, "She hasn't seen anything good."
Although he said the truth in a calm tone without any derogatory meaning, this sentence was very painful to Mingzhu.
Mingzhu's face turned pale, and she didn't argue with Zhao Shi. She would talk to him as little as possible.
"Well, I know." Mingzhu explained: "I just feel that making things by myself is more sincere."
Zhao Shi's face turned even darker, his brows furrowed and he was thinking deeply, not knowing what he was thinking.
He couldn't help but want to sneer, Zhao Xin really knew how to please her, and he could make her heartless show her sincerity in a short time.
"Feng Chai is shaking, her dowry box is too big to fit in." Zhao Shi didn't know why he was so jealous of his sister, he said: "She doesn't lack a gift like you, you might as well have nothing. deliver."
Mingzhu was calm, silently holding Bu Yao in the palm of her hand, lowering her eyelashes, and agreed with him stiffly with a pale face: "Well, you are right."
His straightforward words still hurt her slightly.
It was as if the things she made with her own hands were worthless and ineligible to give them away.
However, Mingzhu quickly figured out that there was nothing to be sad about. He was just like that. He would not put her on an equal footing and treat her like a plaything.
Mingzhu plans to give Bu Yao to the princess behind Zhao Shi's back.
Zhao Shi felt uncomfortable, so he held her hands and said, "If you really want to show your kindness, just pick something from my warehouse."
Mingzhu continued: "No need."
Zhao Shi's face was not very good-looking, "She has always wanted the blue coral statue in my warehouse. You can bring it to her on the day she enters the palace."
Zhao Xin worked hard for a long time. Zhao Shi was usually generous, but this blue coral refused to agree.
Mingzhu didn't feel anything at all: "Oh."
…
It rained for a while in spring, but it finally cleared up two days before the summer solstice.
In the spring, I occasionally need to wear a quilted t-shirt and skirt, but now I don't need it. The thin t-shirt and skirt are just right, neither cold nor hot.
After the rain, the flowers in the garden also withered. The sun is shining brightly on this day, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom.
Mingzhu is not idle now. Zhao Shi gives her homework every day, forcing her to read profound and meaningful books, and will not let her go to bed until she has finished practicing five words every day.
Mingzhu had a headache when she saw those complicated and difficult to understand sentences. There were also some complicated and uncommon words that she couldn't even pronounce, let alone understand the deep meaning.
She had a sore neck and eyes that hurt after copying two articles that day. It was still early and there was no time to continue copying in the afternoon. Mingzhu took the scissors and went to the garden.
The pear blossoms and peach blossoms are all in bloom. Mingzhu cut off a few peach branches and put them in vases to decorate the house as much as possible and make it more spring-like.
The peach blossoms are fragrant, the branches and roots are soaked in water, and the flowers on the branches can bloom for a few more days.
Mingzhu liked to play with flowers and plants. After finishing the vase, she continued to embroider her handkerchief.
Biying looked at the sun setting outside the window and reminded her kindly, "Girl, there are still three articles that have not been copied. His Highness will check them when he comes back."
When Mingzhu heard about copying books, her hands began to hurt. Zhao Shi clearly understood or not that even if she copied the book a hundred times, she would not become a talented woman.
Mingzhu said: "How about you copy it for me?"
"That doesn't make sense. His Highness recognizes your handwriting."
"I haven't taken my nap today yet."
"Write before you go to sleep?"
Mingzhu couldn't help it, "Okay."
Zhao Shi lent her his study room, and when Mingzhu felt itchy, she would go through his drawers and pull out customs clearance documents from a pile of folders. Her hands would not listen to the instructions of her brain and she couldn't control herself to get them. It was so frustrating. I didn't dare to use too much force in my hands, for fear of causing wrinkles and being discovered by him.
She didn't know how long she could deal with him. These days would eventually come to an end.
As long as she is alive, Zhao Shi will not let her go. Being marked as belonging to him, even if he died, he could only die in front of her.
Mingzhu's folk tales were not in vain. She was inspired by the little stories. When the perfect opportunity came, she would burn down her yard.
She left him only her "ashes".
Mingzhu closed the drawer, leaned on his desk and continued to copy the article, writing stroke by stroke, very seriously. Maybe she didn't have any talent in this area, so she copied seriously, and the handwriting was not satisfactory.
The sunlight slipped in through the cracks in the window and shone on the girl's shoulders. She began to doze off due to the light, and her eyelids could no longer hold up.
The brush he was holding in his hand fell to the ground without even noticing.
Mingzhu lay on the table and fell asleep. When she opened her eyes, she found that it was already dark.
Naturally, I didn’t finish copying the article.
She put away the pen and paper and hid it in a hard-to-find space. She thought that maybe Zhao Shi didn't have time to randomly check her homework.
Mingzhu was so lucky, Zhao Shi just came back and asked where she was? Then he ran straight to the study.
Mingzhu was uncharacteristically asked, "Your Highness, do you want to eat first?"
Zhao Shi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She almost had guilt written all over her face. Besides, she usually didn't treat him so enthusiastically, "There's no rush."
Mingzhu was afraid that he would remember his homework, so she tried her best to change the subject, "Would you like to eat some fruit first?"
She likes to eat fruits, but Zhao Shi seems to rarely touch them.
"you eat."
These were seasonal fruits specially brought to her by Zhao Shi, so why should he compete with her to eat them
Zhao Shi smiled and asked, "Have you finished practicing calligraphy today?"
Mingzhu hesitated. Lying about this kind of thing would be exposed immediately, so she had to change to a vague statement: "That's almost it."
Zhao Shi asked again: "How close is it to the end?"
Mingzhu wanted to rush up and bite him to stop him from asking like this.
After thinking about it and answering, she turned away from his sight, feeling guilty but not guilty, "Not much, just half."
"After dinner, continue writing, and then go to bed after finishing it."
Mingzhu secretly scolded him for being petty, couldn't he be accommodating even for a day? Too small.
Mingzhu stood aside and sighed silently. During the meal, she didn't want to say a word. She still kept her mouth shut until the dinner was gone.
Zhao Shi thought that it would be better for her to have than not to have . At least her expression was vivid, which temporarily made him ignore her humiliation.
Zhao Shi touched her head and said, "Go and write."
Mingzhu slapped his hand away, walked to the desk, spread out the rice paper, and continued to copy the article.
An article at least has more than 500 words. She also had to write "beautiful", which was really embarrassing for her.
Zhao Shi took out the articles she copied during the day, read them and made some comments, "No progress at all."
Mingzhu grabbed it hard and said, "Not everyone is a genius."
"I'm just stupid, can't I?"
Zhao Shi didn't dislike her for being stupid. He said, "Your handwriting hasn't been formed yet, so why not copy my handwriting first?"
Mingzhu has seen the character Zhao Shi, and it is indeed beautiful. It is sharp but powerful, and the trend is sharp and majestic.
"knew."
When Mingzhu lowered her head, her hair slowly fell down on both sides of her face. She put her hands behind her head, her face was fair and her expression was serious.
After Mingzhu copied an article, there were several characters in it that she didn't recognize. When Zhao Shi asked how to pronounce them, she blushed and said she didn't know.
Fortunately, Zhao Shi didn't laugh at her about this. He corrected her pronunciation and told her the allusion.
Mingzhu finally remembered how to read it.
After copying to the back, she really couldn't copy anymore.
Mingzhu discussed with him, "Your Highness, I will make up for it tomorrow, okay?"
When Zhao Shi was a child, studying and practicing calligraphy had a much harder time than she did, but in his opinion, this was already a very easy task.
"It won't happen again."
"good."
Mingzhu was finally able to have a good sleep after a tiring day, so she touched the pillow and fell asleep.
Late at night, she was woken up by Zhao Shi again. Her clothes were loosened and her wrists were tied to the pillow, unable to move.
She didn't even have a chance to speak before she was gagged.
The spring tide brought rain. A melodious murmur spread from the tent to the outside.
Mingzhu's consciousness was confused, her earlobe was bitten, and she was pulled back by the slight sting. It was difficult to wake up. She seemed to hear the man asking in a low voice: "Why hasn't your stomach moved?"
The medication has been off for some time.
Mingzhu thought she heard wrongly.
The next day happened to be Zhao Xin's birthday party, Mingzhu was going to the palace with Zhao Shi, and she couldn't stay in bed because her limbs were weak.
Mingzhu sat in front of the mirror and dressed herself.
Zhao Shi stood behind her neatly dressed, his thumbs loosely rolled up two strands of his hair, and he suddenly said, "I'll call the imperial doctor over to diagnose your pulse another day."
Mingzhu was still in a condition, "Your Highness, I am in good health."
Zhao Shi frowned in deep thought and remained silent for a while. If he wants a child, he can tie up half of her heart. If it's a girl, even better.
Mingzhu didn't want the imperial doctor to diagnose her pulse, otherwise her private medication would be exposed.
From the corner of his eye, Zhao Shi keenly caught sight of the medicine bottle in the dossier box, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "What is this?"
Mingzhu calmly closed the lid with her sweaty hands and said, "It's a blood-boosting medicine."