Mingzhu originally thought that it was because she was too drunk that her brain would be so dizzy, and her vision would become increasingly blurry.
After being helped to bed by the palace maid, she felt even more drowsy. She touched the pillow and wanted to have a good sleep.
But her body became increasingly uncomfortable, her cheeks were frighteningly hot, and beads of sweat from her forehead stuck to her bare skin, rolling down her cheeks and into her collar.
Because she couldn't stand the heat, Mingzhu was irritated and kicked off the thin quilt on her body. She lay there for a while with her eyes closed. The heat was still unbearable, and her whole body felt like it was on fire.
She opened her eyes, supported the bed with her hands, and slowly sat up. She wanted to get out of bed and pour herself a glass of water, but she didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Mingzhu panted heavily. She noticed something was wrong at this moment. Even after drinking a few glasses of wine, she wouldn't be so drunk.
She pinched her palms with her fingernails and came out of her trance. She soon thought of something wrong with those few glasses of wine she drank.
She put on her dress with the last bit of strength and tied her belt into a tight knot.
The tide swept over her and the medicine was so powerful that her consciousness gradually began to fade.
Mingzhu stretched out and pulled out the gold hairpin from her bun. Her black hair was as smooth as fine satin, and spread loosely and lazily on her back, making her face look even more petite and pitiful.
She held the hairpin in her hand, and even though she was afraid of pain, she scratched her calf. The sharp tip pierced her skin, leaving a vicious finger-long wound.
Blood surged like a fountain, fresh blood soaked into her skirt, and the apricot-white fabric turned blood red.
Mingzhu was afraid of hurting others, so she made a sound in pain and gritted her teeth to endure it. The method is stupid, but it works.
The severe pain really made her forget about the heat and sleepiness.
She took two deep breaths and forced herself to calm down in this situation.
If Zhao Shi found out that she was missing, he would definitely look for her. This palace doesn't seem to be very remote. She can hold on for a while until he comes over.
Mingzhu raised her eyes and looked in the direction of the door. Sure enough, the door was locked. If outsiders didn't lock it, the people inside couldn't get out.
Mingzhu's whole body felt uncomfortable and tight at this moment, and a faint watery light swept across the end of her eyes. It was very hard to endure the pain.
She had survived the rounds of the medicine, and her back was already soaked, and the fabric stuck to her body, reflecting the slender figure of her back.
She was covered in hot sweat and her hair was wet.
She looked like she had just emerged from the water, like a damp mushroom in the deep forest.
Mingzhu really had no other choice. When she was about to faint, she pinched herself hard, and her palms were filled with crescent moon marks.
She was too scared, deeply afraid that a man would break in at this time.
The person who drugged her must have planned this. He won't let her go easily.
Mingzhu hugged her own legs and huddled in the deepest corner of the bed. The footsteps outside the palace were getting closer and closer, and with them, her face changed, and her face became as pale as paper.
There was a grating sound as the palace door opened and closed, and they opened and closed it.
The moonlight came in and was blocked out. The light in front of Mingzhu's eyes brightened, and she saw a man's figure through the bed curtain.
Not Zhao Shi.
Mingzhu has never been so urgent, hoping that Zhao Shi will find her soon.
She kept shrinking back.
The man stopped a few meters away from her and asked, "Who is in the bed?"
As soon as he entered the house, Song Huaiqing not only heard the sound, but also smelled the rich fragrance.
This fragrance is too strong and makes me feel uncomfortable when I smell it.
Mingzhu tensed her body. She had already pointed the sharp end of the golden hairpin at her neck. If he dared to come close, she would have no choice but to kill herself to preserve her innocence.
She was not a chaste and martyr woman, but she never wanted the person who drugged her to succeed.
Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, Mingzhu finally got a chance to breathe, and suddenly relaxed a lot. Her voice was extremely hoarse, "Sir Song, it's me."
The girl's breath was weak when she spoke, and it seemed particularly difficult to take in and out.
Song Huaiqing was no longer calm and calm, and after being stunned, his expression turned ugly, and he asked: "Miss Mingzhu?"
Mingzhu just wants him to get out quickly.
Song Huaiqing could only see a graceful and hazy figure, and asked: "When did you come here? Who brought you here?"
When asked this question, Song Huaiqing's tone was very serious, and his cold tone turned into a knife.
He was cold and questioning, and he had a questioning attitude. He suspected that she was plotting something.
Mingzhu said: "Before you, a little palace maid brought me here."
After she made this sentence clear, she said word by word: "Sir Song, can you go out first?"
Song Huaiqing could smell it. The incense burned in the small incense burner on the desk had an aphrodisiac component.
A rare scowl, this kind of calculation is obviously not within the scope of what he can accept.
Song Huaiqing had never seen such a despicable act before. He turned around and opened the door to disperse the smell in the room. Then he asked again: "Miss Mingzhu, do you remember what the palace maid looks like?" ?"
Mingzhu had bitten her lower lip to draw blood, "She has a round face, almond-shaped eyes, is about the same height as me, and is wearing pink clothes."
The bones on Song Huaiqing's fingers made a crackling sound, and it was the same person who brought him here.
immediately understood that and Mingzhu were being plotted together.
If he fell into the trap today, he would definitely blame Mingzhu for it. Not only would the Song family not let go of such a shameless person, but His Highness the Crown Prince would not tolerate her as a playboy.
Song Huaiqing thought of someone, but he didn't want to believe it.
Swallowing his throat, he was about to open his mouth to speak.
The firelight in the distance illuminated the side hall more and more brightly. The wind was blowing on the soles of His Highness the Prince's feet, and the feeling around him was even colder and chilling than the fog in the middle of the night.
Zhao Shi said with an expressionless face, "Where is the person?"
Song Huaiqing turned sideways and said, "Inside." Then he added: "Nothing happened."
"You go out."
Song Huaiqing walked out without saying a word. I found that the imperial army had surrounded the palace.
Mingzhu's consciousness drifted, and she grasped her clothes tightly with both hands. She closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Zhao Shi lifted the bed curtain and saw her like this, his eyes immediately turned red. Clenching her hand tightly and slowly spreading her fingers, he carefully picked her up from the bed, pulled her aside and wrapped the blanket tightly around her body. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Zhuzhu, it's okay."
Mingzhu's fingers were weakly grasping the chest skirt, her head was covered with fine sweat, and her body was frighteningly hot. She raised her eyes and glanced , "I feel uncomfortable."
Zhao Shi hugged her and left here, put his fingers on her back, and gently comforted her. After she fell asleep, he coldly asked the imperial doctor to come over.
The imperial doctor diagnosed her pulse through a gauze curtain, smelled the wine glass used at the banquet, weighed it, and said, "Your Highness, this girl has accidentally eaten Qian Jin Powder."
"The medicinal properties are strong, and the weight is not light. It can make people confused at the least, and..."
The imperial doctor didn't say anything, but Zhao Shi knew in his heart.
Zhao Shi's eyes were like a knife, cold and sharp, and he said: "Is there an antidote?"
The imperial doctor was very embarrassed: "No, I just need to wait for the medicine to wear off."
Zhao Shi's face was gloomy: "She still has injuries on her legs. Please help her take a look."
"Yes Yes Yes."
The imperial doctor boldly lifted a corner of the curtain, took a quick look at the wound, and quickly averted his eyes, so as not to offend His Highness the Crown Prince. He said, "I will prepare the medicine right now."
Changing the subject, he added: "But the wound is a bit deep and may leave scars."
Zhao Shi agreed, "Go down and prepare the medicine."
Mingzhu's sleep was restless, and after a while her mouth felt dry again. She moaned and asked for a drink of water.
Zhao Shi held the water glass with one hand, supported her back with the other hand, and brought the glass to her lips.
Mingzhu drank a little eagerly. After finishing a glass of warm water, her throat still felt burning, "I want more."
She stretched her thin white neck and pushed away her palms, as if she had to get out of bed and dive into the water to feel comfortable.
Zhao Shi held her wrist and patted her head gently, "I'll pour it for you."
Mingzhu was fed and drank five or six glasses of water. Her throat was finally not so dry, but her body was still hot.
She seemed to be about to cry from the heat. She had tied the tight knot on her belt herself. It seemed that she had not yet come out of her panic and could not tie the tight knot.
Her eyes were red and she was delirious. She didn't forget to politely ask him for help, "Help me unbutton my clothes. I'm about to get hot."
Zhao Shi's fingers used a little force and pulled twice to untie the difficult-to-tie belt around her waist.
The heat was relieved and I felt a little more comfortable.
Zhao Shi let her lean on his shoulder, and when ordinary people calmed down again, he took a closer look at the scars on her legs.
There were four or five staggered scratches, the skin was torn and the flesh was torn, and the wounds were hideous and ugly.
The arms holding her unconsciously used more strength. Mingzhu was so afraid of pain, but she didn't know she didn't shed tears when she scratched herself.
Zhao Shi's face was so gloomy that it could freeze. Wei Liu stood outside the door and whispered, "Everyone has come here."
Zhao Shi put her on the bed and walked out expressionlessly.
In the courtyard, the palace maids and eunuchs knelt on the ground.
"Everyone here?"
"yes."
"Pour her some wine. Where is the palace maid?"
"No one recognizes her, she's long gone."
Zhao Shi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled sarcastically, "Gone?"
Wei Liu had never seen His Highness the Crown Prince look like this before. He looked at the person kneeling on the ground coldly, as if looking at someone who was about to die.
Zhao Shi said: "Where is Sheng Ling?"
Before Wei Liu could answer, Sheng Wenlin lost his temper and said, "Your Highness, my cousin went to bed early tonight and it has nothing to do with her."
Maybe it was just an accident.
If it was really a conspiracy, no one would dare to take advantage of Mingzhu, but they would know that Song Huaiqing must not be offended.
To put it more harshly, I really wanted to kill a girl with that nasty way. Just find a few men to deal with the matter perfunctorily, and they would not be stupid enough to push Song Huaiqing over.
Zhao Shi turned a deaf ear and said, "Bring Sheng Ling here."
Wei Liu paused, "The princess has left the palace before and followed the Queen Mother's car to the temple to pray for blessings."
Sheng Ling was certainly not a fool. If he did some things that were too obvious, he would definitely be caught.
She originally planned to find some random men for Mingzhu, but in this case, she wouldn't be able to escape if the incident happened. It's better to be a pushover and accuse Mingzhu of an unjust crime.
Only Jiaofangsi is her destination.
Sheng Ling didn't do it herself, so she didn't leave any evidence behind.
Zhao Shi smiled and said without emotion: "Then go and invite the Queen Mother to come back."