After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Chapter 48

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The barrel was knocked to the ground by Mingzhu's hand. The water in the barrel slowly flowed out, and the wet and cold lake water soaked the hem of her skirt.

Mingzhu put her hand on his palm and relied on the strength of his wrist to stand up. She patted the dust on her dress and said, "It doesn't hurt."

In fact, the sudden fall still hurt a little.

The fish in the barrel were still alive and kicking, and several fish took advantage of this opportunity to escape.

Mingzhu now had no time to care about what Zhao Shi heard. She looked at the fish jumping back into the lake and felt very sorry for herself.

These are the hard-earned results of an afternoon of fishing under the scorching sun.

Looking at her grinning expression, Zhao Shi still found her cute and cute, and all the unhappiness in his heart was gone.

He held her hand and led her back, "Go back and change your skirt."

Mingzhu had been basking in the sun for several hours. Even though she was wearing a hat, her skin was still warm, especially the palms of her hands, which were sticky and hot with damp sweat.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at the palms of her hands that were forced to join him, feeling a little disgusted, but she couldn't express it clearly.

She thought about it and endured it.

However, Mingzhu was really intolerant of heat, and she still felt uncomfortable after a while.

She couldn't help but asked, "Your Highness, aren't you hot?"

When Mingzhu was so stuffy and hot, her words seemed to sound sticky, like humming from her nasal cavity, with a natural coquettishness.

Zhao Shi was just the opposite of her. He was neither afraid of heat nor cold. He said, "It's not hot."

Mingzhu choked up and said, "It's because I'm hot, please stop holding me. It's uncomfortable."

What's more, it's just a short stretch of road, just around the corner.

Zhao Shi looked at the beads of sweat on her forehead, and her little face seemed to be cooked by the heat. He let go of his hand and said, "Since you are afraid of the heat, don't be so exposed in the sun next time." Long."

Sunburned skin will take a while to heal.

The pearl stood under the sun and became whiter and whiter. Her skin looked like a flawless piece of jade, delicate and fair, delicate and tender.

Zhao Shi's talkative tone made people feel upset. She looked at the reflection of the two of them gloomily, "I wore a hat and an umbrella."

In the hot summer, Zhao Shi's body was filled with damp air-conditioning, and he frowned slightly, "I didn't see it."

Mingzhu did wear a hat first, but wearing a hat was uncomfortable. She found a backlit place to sit down and took off her hat.

Zhao Shi came late, so of course he didn't see him.

Mingzhu said: "That's not because I lied to you."

Zhao Shiman hummed indifferently, grabbed her wrist, and took her to the long corridor that was shaded and cool. A gentle breeze blew by, giving her a chill.

He took out a clean handkerchief and wiped her fingers one by one.

His expression was serious, his eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were very gentle. It was as if the world around him had gone silent.

After returning to the small courtyard, the maids brought the herbal tea prepared in advance to the two of them, and also asked for a basin of ice cubes to be placed in the room.

Mingzhu's body was not as hot as before, and the temperature of her cheeks dropped. She sipped the herbal tea, but she thought it tasted bitter, so she put down the cup again.

During dinner, there was an episode.

After Mingzhu fell out of favor, her food was indeed not as good as before, and the maids who served her in the yard were not as dedicated as before.

The people in the kitchen didn't know that His Highness the Crown Prince had returned home, and the table of dishes that were delivered didn't look very good. Not to mention the average appearance, almost all of them are dishes that Mingzhu doesn’t like to eat.

Zhao Shi immediately turned cold, his face was pale, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. He said, "Let's all withdraw."

The maids serving the dishes carefully removed all the dishes on the table.

Mingzhu's stomach growled with hunger, and she whispered in her heart, could it be that Zhao Shi just wanted to argue with her about her affair with Wei Chiyu in the evening

A man's heart is smaller than a needle.

Unlike her, if Zhao Shi had three wives and four concubines in his backyard, she would definitely not have any objections, and she would definitely not be the least bit jealous.

"Have you eaten?" Mingzhu really didn't want him to come back. She stayed alone without looking at anyone. There is no need to ask questions as cautiously as now.

She pursed her lips and said, "I haven't eaten yet."

The more she talked, the more hungry she became, "Can the kitchen help me stew the fish I caught today? Do you want to eat fish? If you don't want to eat it, I can eat it."

Zhao Shi endured the attack and said, "You want to eat fish?"

Mingzhu nodded.

Zhao Shi then ordered the maid to stew the fish. After finishing speaking, his face still didn't look good.

Even if he didn't come over, no one else would neglect her.

The fish soup was quickly stewed and brought over. Mingzhu ate two bowls of rice with the fish soup.

Zhao Shi raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips and smiled, a little surprised as to why her appetite had improved so much now. She couldn't eat anymore after just two bites before.

Mingzhu blushed a little when he saw her. She also knew that she had eaten too much tonight.

Zhao Shi didn't laugh at her, "Eating is a blessing."

Later, Zhao Shi punished the people in the kitchen.

The chef still wanted to complain, but he only dared to trip up Miss Mingzhu after being ordered to do so.

Zhao Shi watched coldly, but was too lazy to listen to their excuses.

This little piece of information didn't fall into Mingzhu's ears in the end, no one did, she said. She herself was still wondering why the villain who was serving the dishes would show his attentiveness to her again.

What is even more puzzling is that Grandma Liu was sent elsewhere.

Mingzhu Biying chatted, "What did Aunt Liu commit? She was punished."

Biying knew the inside story but didn't dare to tell her. She shook her head and lied to her, "I don't know, either."

Mingzhu peeled a small plate of melon seeds, put it into her mouth, and said while eating: "Even you don't know, it must be a big love."

She was not interested, but she was still a little happy. From now on, she no longer has to listen to Grandma Liu's weird and sarcastic remarks to her.

Zhao Shi has been somewhat industrious in her room for the past few days, but his words are still the same as before, taciturn. The two of them stayed in the same room and each did his or her own thing.

Except for the things on the bed, where Mingzhu and he had some troubles, the rest was barely harmonious.

Sometimes Zhao Shi was too emotional and seemed a little too fierce. After a few months of leisurely life, she suddenly couldn't stand it anymore.

Seeing that she was feeling uncomfortable, Zhao Shi softened his strength and his movements became a little gentler.

After the pearl was ripe, its hair seemed to be exuding a strong aroma, and its soft ears were burning red. Her arms were weak on his waist, and even her breathing became much shallower.

The flags and drums died down, and everything was in chaos.

Zhao Shi took her to take a bath and helped her put on comfortable and clean clothes. Mingzhu was half asleep and half awake, looking at him with half-open eyes, mumbling something unknown. It was blurry and couldn't be heard clearly.

But because she was too tired, Mingzhu had nightmares and had a good sleep. The first thing you do when you wake up is take medicine.

Zhao Shi was originally in a good mood, but when he heard the word ‌, his face turned cold.

Mingzhu thought that Zhao Shi had compromised on this matter, so she dared to mention it in front of him.

Zhao Shi liked to tease her whenever he had some free time. He would press her in front of the mirror and pretend to want her to comb her hair and draw her eyebrows.

Mingzhu was reluctant and pushed him, "Let Biying come in."

Zhao Shi took the wooden comb and said, "What's the hurry?"

He calmly helped her smooth out her long hair, with focused eyes and serious movements. He combed it all the way to the end, as if she and he would grow old together.

As soon as she finished combing her hair, the maid brought in the medicine cooked in the kitchen.

Mingzhu blew on the hot soup and drank it into her stomach several times.

Zhao Shi looked at her silently, narrowing his eyes with an unclear expression. At this time, she was no longer afraid of suffering.

Mingzhu felt at ease after drinking the medicine. She looked at the person in the mirror and asked quietly: "Your Highness, don't you have to be busy today?"

‌It's almost noon. He should have left long ago.

Zhao Shi replied in a low voice: "I'm busy."

He continued: "I happen to have two days free, so I'll take you out for a walk."

Mingzhu almost thought she heard wrongly, but it was really unexpected, "You want to take me out?"

In fact, she has been really too lazy to move recently. She feels tired even after walking for a long time. Besides, these days are the hottest days of the whole year. She can't walk for long without being dizzy from the sun.

"You don't want to go?"

"Why don't you go out later? It's too hot."

Zhao Shi glanced at the sun outside, which was indeed a bit dazzling. He nodded: "Well, then it will take two hours."

Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, and then put her hair into a simple bun. It was clean and refreshing, making her look like a little white flower without any sense of the world.

It was still early before the sun set, so Mingzhu went to the bookshelf to find two unread books, and accidentally opened the copybook she had written a few days ago.

There are additional vermilion annotations above.

On every page, she wrote neat comments or corrected her mistakes.

Mingzhu didn't even know when Zhao Shi left the annotation on the book, but his handwriting was pleasing to the eye no matter when she read it.

After noon, the sun outside is not so fierce.

Zhao Shi took Mingzhu out and walked on the road. He heard the shouts of people selling snacks along the street.

Zhao Shi was afraid that she would get lost, so he clasped his fingers together, holding her hand, and looking away from time to time. ‌ Men always have to stop a little longer when passing stalls selling rouge, gouache and jewelry.

"Would you like to take a look?"

Mingzhu had enough jewelry. She had an idea and asked, "Have you brought any money?"

Zhao Shi put the purse around his waist in her hand. It was heavy and probably contained a lot of money. "I just brought this much."

He added: “If it’s not enough, I’ll have someone give it away.”

Mingzhu hugged his purse and said, "That's enough."

Next to the rouge shop is an experienced stall, with two big characters written on the signboard - fortune telling.

An old Taoist dressed in shabby clothes, with a white beard and white hair, looked a little crazy.

Mingzhu passed by his stall and was suddenly stopped by him, "Girl, do you want to tell your fortune?"

But because I am a serious person, I am naturally more resistant and afraid. She shook her head, "It doesn't count."

Zhao Shi glanced at the old man coldly and protected her behind his back, "Let's go."

The old Taoist narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Girl, I'll tell you your fortune for free."

Mingzhu felt itchy in her heart. She wanted to hear it but didn't dare to. She had always felt that fortune tellers were all liars.

Zhao Shi is not a person who believes in gods and Buddhas at all. People who are serious about killing can only go to the temple to suppress their anger.

The old Taoist stroked his beard, stared at Zhao Shi with a pair of shrewd eyes, and said to him with a smile half-truths and half-false crazy words, "Young Master, your wife is destined to have a short life."

Zhao Shi immediately darkened his face and kicked his stall over.