Mingzhu felt that his eyes were a little lonely, and his sudden silence was a bit embarrassing.
Mingzhu raised her face and forced out a dry smile. She just said politely: "I don't dare to think about it."
It's not that she doesn't dare to think about it, it's that she doesn't want to at all.
Zhao Shi heard her false words fool him, but he didn't say anything.
He reached out and touched her cheek lightly. The thin calluses left by years of writing made the pads of his fingers a little rough to the touch.
Mingzhu's face felt a little warm wherever he touched it. She took a deep breath and tried hard to explain something, but she sounded stiffer and said, "I'm just a concubine. I don't want to think about things that don't belong to me. Your Highness, you can let it go."
She almost swore that she had no wrong intentions.
When these words reached Zhao Shi's ears, they were quite harsh, like a thorn nailed into his flesh, causing waves of pain that he could not ignore and shattering his unrealistic illusions.
Zhao Shi's throat felt like it was blocked. He swallowed and laughed, "That's fine."
She is really not good at lying, let alone covering up. What she is thinking inside can be seen from her clear and charming eyes.
Zhao Shi held her tightly and walked steadily into the house.
Mingzhu glanced at him quietly, forgetting what he had just asked, and what she felt uneasy about was another thing.
She took the initiative to pour a cup of tea for Zhao Shi and sent it over, "Your Highness, otherwise you should continue to teach me how to practice calligraphy today."
She would rather copy those complicated books than let the doctor come over to diagnose her pulse.
Zhao Shi didn't know when she became so eager to learn. Just a moment ago, he had discussed not practicing calligraphy, but now he changed his mind.
He asked funnyly: "Aren't you tired?"
Mingzhu shook her head, "I'm not tired."
Zhao Shi found the copybook he had written before, placed it in front of her, and grinded the water for her, "Just practice according to this copybook."
He can write well, so he doesn't think it's a waste if he comes to practice with her.
The pearl sank, and then the light came in from the square window lattice. I stood quietly in front of the desk and practiced calligraphy for half a quarter of an hour, copying the entire article.
Zhao Shi rarely praised her this time.
Mingzhu also felt that her handwriting was not as ugly as before, and she could still read it after taking it out.
Before she could be happy, a message came from outside the door, saying that the doctor had been invited and was waiting outside the hospital.
Zhao Shi said in a calm voice, "Let him come in."
Mingzhu didn't expect that she would not be able to escape this situation. Her breasts dropped, feeling really uneasy.
Mingzhu put away the paper, pen, inkstone, and didn't notice that there was some ink on her face. A little bit of black fell on her snowy skin, which looked a little funny and cute.
Zhao Shi didn't remind her when he saw it. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and the slight smile was fleeting.
Mingzhu walked up to him slowly, gently tugged on his sleeves twice with her soft fingers, and said softly: "Your Highness, I don't want to take medicine."
She knew that Zhao Shi would fall for her trick, talk to him softly, have a nice attitude, pretend to be pitiful, and as long as it wasn't too overly affectionate, she would easily let him go. mouth.
There is not much room for negotiation in this matter.
The doctor carried the medicine box, followed by a disciple, who walked in respectfully, bent down and saluted.
"Show her."
Mingzhu was beating like a thunderbolt, feeling that she was in danger.
The doctor put a handkerchief on her wrist and checked her pulse with his eyes closed. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "This girl is not in serious condition."
Mingzhu was so nervous that she almost sweated, but she relaxed after hearing these words.
Zhao Shi raised his eyes and looked at him, "Go and wait outside first."
The doctor packed his things and said, "Yes."
Mingzhu stood up, and the handkerchief in her hand had changed its shape. She said, "I told you, please hurry up and have someone take him away."
Zhao Shi said: "It doesn't matter."
He strode outside and asked the doctor for a detailed cross-examination.
The doctor told the truth according to the pulse condition, "Ms. Ming's pulse condition is stable and her body is indeed in trouble."
Zhao Shi let go for a moment, and then he explained his purpose.
The doctor was stunned for a moment after hearing this, "I'm afraid this may be a bit difficult."
The Bizi Decoction that Miss Ming drank these years was still the recipe he prepared. Although he had deliberately weakened several strong medicinal herbs, how could there be any medicine that would not hurt her
The prince's love is also elusive. Since he wants a child, why does he let Miss Ming continue to take the prescription to avoid the child
He only dared to mutter these words in his mouth, and absolutely did not dare to say them in front of His Highness the Crown Prince.
"If Miss Ming's body wants to have a child, she will have to raise it for a year and a half no matter what." The doctor laughed twice and continued: "As for the avoidance of child soup, you must never drink it again."
Zhao Shi frowned subconsciously, a year and a half seemed a bit long.
I don’t know if Mingzhu has figured it out and stayed with him after a few years.
After hearing these words, Zhao Shi was absent-minded, and immediately asked someone to send the doctor to the medicine shop.
Mingzhu couldn't breathe in the study, so she felt better after opening the window and blowing in the cold air. She didn't know what the doctor would say to Zhao Shi. When he was waiting for him to come, she was chatting and feeling scared, so she casually flipped through the books on his bookshelf, and couldn't stop reading even after opening the book.
When Zhao Shi came, she couldn't help but become nervous, and the book in her hand slipped to the ground.
Zhao Shi picked up the book for her and glanced at the cover, "Why are you reading about The Art of War? Do you understand it?"
His demeanor was normal and his words were gentle and gentle, which did not make her feel oppressed in the slightest.
Mingzhu shook her head: "I can't understand."
Zhao Shi casually put the book on the bookshelf. Seeing the frightened expression on her face, he couldn't help but touch her face, "It's nothing."
"That's good." Mingzhu felt that she was lucky and escaped the disaster.
She left Zhao Shi's study in a daze and went to her own room. Her tired body fell down on the bed, her whole body buried in the bed, not wanting to move or speak.
"Girl, you will suffocate yourself if you sleep like this."
Mingzhu listened to her words and turned the page. She said, "I want to eat candied haws."
Biying smiled and said, "Is the girl greedy again?"
Mingzhu likes to eat desserts when she's not feeling well. She used to hide a lot of candy bars at home, and when she gets upset, she takes them out, eats them, and licks them.
Mingzhu kicked off her embroidered shoes and let her step on her stockings. She rolled into the bed and said, "There are also candy bars, I won't pick them."
Biying found a few pieces of peanut candy for her from the box specially filled with snacks.
Mingzhu ate several pills and finally came back to life.
She sat on the bed and began to seriously examine why Zhao Shi suddenly wanted her to have a child. She couldn't figure it out, would a person like him, who was so cynical, indifferent and affectionate, also like children
Besides, her sister will be passing away in a few months.
If Zhao Shi wants to have a child, he should also give birth to a good concubine.
Although Mingzhu dislikes Mingru very much, she has to admit that anyone who wants to marry Mingru could get through the Ming family in the early years.
Mingru didn't like anyone, so she was probably waiting for Zhao Shi.
Mingzhu asked: "Biying, when is the wedding date of Your Highness and my sister?"
Biying pursed her lips and said, "It's the tenth day of October."
I heard that Master Cheng of Fuyuan Temple planned a good life for His Highness the Prince and Miss Mingru.
Mingzhu counted on her fingers, "Seven more months?"
Biying's voice was low, trying to avoid this, "Yeah."
Mingzhu seemed to be asking about an important relationship, and she didn't feel the slightest bit sad. She felt that in the two months before the wedding, Zhao Shi would be very busy and would not have the extra time to look after her. Now is the best time for her to escape.
As soon as the master and servant finished speaking, the maid guarding the door called His Highness the Prince in a low voice.
Mingzhu had no time to put on shoes or socks. Zhao Shi walked in and saw the socks on the carpet. He raised his eyebrows slightly and bent over to pick up her socks. He sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Give me your feet."
She stretched out her feet. The toes were round and looked very cute.
Zhao Shi helped her put on her socks and said, "Okay."
Mingzhu retracted her legs into her chest, looking a little embarrassed.
Zhao Shi saw the candy wrappers on the bedside table and asked, "How many did you eat?"
"forget."
"Don't break your teeth."
If you eat too much, your teeth will hurt, and it will be troublesome to treat. Zhao Xin also liked to eat sweets when she was young. Two of her teeth were broken. When the teeth were extracted, she cried so much that her lungs tore apart. Fortunately, she was still young at that time, and the teeth could grow back even if they were extracted.
"I don't eat sweets three times a day."
"Well, don't cry in front of me when all your teeth fall out."
"Don't scare me. I won't be scared by such words."
Zhao Shi couldn't help but laugh. Unable to control her, he put pressure on his servants and said in a cold voice to Biying: "Don't give her more to eat."
Mingzhu whispered that he was an angry ghost.
Zhao Shi pretended not to hear.
Mingzhu was too lazy to get up. She lay on the bed and lazily watched Zhao Shi handling the papers by the window.
A man with such a deep sense of sex looks like a human being and a beast.
After Zhao Shi finished reviewing the papers, he raised his head and looked out the window. It was almost dusk, and it would soon be over again. He suddenly remembered what his mother had said to him this morning.
The wedding date has been set, but she has not yet met the girl from the Ming family.
Zhao Shi didn't want to say that he no longer wanted to continue the marriage. He had no other interest in Mingru except that she was "suitable".
Zhao Shi looked at the sinking dusk, turned around and looked back. The woman on the bed was sleeping crookedly, sleeping soundly with her husband in her arms.
He walked over and helped her remove the headdress from her bun and the heavy pendants from her ears, holding them in his hand. Then he walked to her dressing table and put them away one by one.
In the box where Zhu Chai was placed, the medicine bottle he saw last time was still there.
Zhao Shi remembered the smell of the medicine he had smelled last time, frowned slightly, took the medicine bottle in his hand, stared at the bottle for a long time, gently opened the bottle cap, and poured out two black pills. .
He sniffed the black pill in his palm, and the smell still felt familiar to him.
The rich smell of old rotten wood is mixed with a faint floral fragrance, which is refreshing and a little pungent.
Zhao Shi stood in front of the bronze mirror with an expression on his face. After a long time, he finally understood why this smell smelled so familiar.
It's musk.