The old Taoist looked completely out of place. He was wearing a patched Taoist robe and looked dirty. What he said was crazy and nonsense.
Zhao Shi's kick was so powerful that he knocked over his stall, causing the talismans in front of him to ward off evil spirits and ward off ghosts to fall to the ground.
The old Taoist was very sad and said, "Sir, how can you be so rude?!"
The old man was not afraid of being stared at by the man with cold eyes. He picked up the talisman from the ground, held it in his arms, and stared at the woman behind him with narrowed eyes, "I don't want any money to give to your wife." Gua, how do you repay kindness with hatred?"
Mingzhu felt that Zhao Shi was on the verge of having an attack, so she quickly took his arm and said, "Your Highness, let's go."
The old Taoist shouted loudly, "The world is getting worse. The world is getting worse."
He set up his stall again, and his eyes returned to Mingzhu, staring straight at her, "I am telling you this because I am destined to be with you. Poor people, their lives are short."
The word "short life" really touched Zhao Shi's most painful point.
Mingzhu hugged his waist tightly, stopping him from continuing to smash the stall, and dragged him away from the fortune-telling stall.
Mingzhu's back felt cold. Could it be that the old Taoist priest was sure that she was going to run away, so he said the short-lived words? Or is it that he has seen through her entire life
But in this life, she is indeed a short-lived ghost. When he was just in his early twenties, he was killed by Zhao Shici without even having a happy day.
Mingzhu came back to her senses and looked up at Zhao Shi's expression. The man's eyes were as cold as ice and filled with coldness. It seems that he is very angry.
She really didn't expect Zhao Shi to be so angry. It wasn't him who was scolded for having a short life, so what was wrong with him? What's more, he doesn't believe in the theory of gods and ghosts at all. He should just take it as a joke. How can he take it seriously
Mingzhu's fingers hurt from his grip. She endured the pain and whispered to him, "Your Highness, he must be a liar."
Zhao Shi lowered his eyelashes, his pale pupils gradually changing color in the sunlight, "Yes, he is a liar."
Such a fuss almost ruined Zhao Shi's interest, so he patiently accompanied her to visit two rouge shops and bought a few boxes of rouge.
Mingzhu felt that Zhao Shi seemed to be absent-minded, with a cold face and a particularly serious and cold expression. She thought to herself that he was really angry, and he was still sulking because of what that magician said.
But that magician doesn't know how to do business either. Generally speaking, shouldn’t those who come out to deceive people in the name of fortune-telling say as much good things as possible? For example: "This son is a purple star descended from the sky, and his future future is limitless", or "The girl was born with the life of a phoenix, and is destined to be protected by a noble person" and so on.
It’s strange that someone who curses people to shorten their lives can get money by defrauding them. No wonder this magic stick is so shabbily dressed despite his age.
"Your Highness, I have bought it."
There was a dull pain between Zhao Shi's brows, and his heart had been feeling uncomfortable since just now. He said, "Let's go back."
Seeing that he was indeed impatient, Mingzhu followed his wishes and nodded, "Okay."
After returning, Mingzhu found that Zhao Shi's purse was still with her. There was a lot of silver left in the bag. She poured out the remaining silver and counted it carefully, and found that there were four hundred taels.
Although it's not much, it's not too little either.
Mingzhu secretly hid the money in her small treasury, then called Biying and handed the purse to her, "Please help me return the purse to His Highness the Crown Prince."
She put a few taels of silver in her purse.
"If His Highness asks about money, just say that I have almost spent on the rouge hairpin."
"good."
Biying carried her purse and went to the study room.
Zhao Shi asked her to put her things on the table. He glanced at his almost empty purse, straightened his lips, and didn't ask anything.
In this way, Mingzhu felt even more relieved. It seemed that Zhao Shi didn't care about this little money and thought she had really spent it all.
Zhao Shi had feelings in his heart, his brows seemed to be knotted, his heart was heavy, and he could not calm down.
He copied Buddhist scriptures several times in the study room, and his mind managed to calm down.
The weather in summer changes at every turn. During the day, there is still a blazing flame hanging in the sky, but at night, it starts to rain heavily one after another. There were bursts of thunder overhead, startling the birds on the branches.
Zhao Shi felt a little calm when he listened to the sound of rain.
He opened the door and held an oil-paper umbrella. His boots stepped in the rain, and the splashed water droplets wet the corners of his clothes.
On rainy nights, even the temperature dropped. However, the room was still stuffy and uncomfortable, and the humidity was constant.
Mingzhu asked people to open the doors and windows and smell the fresh fragrance of bamboo before breathing through.
She originally thought that Zhao Shi would not come tonight. The rain was so heavy that it was like a big hole was poked in the sky.
When Zhao Shi came over, Mingzhu was already ready to sleep. She saw the man's soaked clothes and asked someone to bring in hot water. "You should change your clothes first."
The man was wearing a blue gown, and his figure seemed a little thinner. He said, "It doesn't matter."
Mingzhu didn't bother to meddle in other people's business. He didn't feel uncomfortable himself, so she didn't have to worry about him.
The flickering candlelight fell on her body, and Zhao Shi looked at her motionlessly, his eyes so hot that people had to notice.
He seemed to want to see through her whole body before he was willing to accept it. He glanced at her over and over again and looked at her again and again.
Yangliu has a slim waist and a graceful figure. Although her face was only the size of his palm, her cheeks looked fleshy, which was the flesh he had gained from her with great difficulty. The complexion is rosy and there is no illness.
No matter how you look at it, you don't look like someone who is short-lived and unlucky.
Zhao Shi thought of what that smelly Taoist priest had said again, and a dark chill rose between his brows. His beads will surely live a long life.
Stay with him forever.
Zhao Shi pinched her little face with his fingertips, using just the right amount of force to neither hurt her nor give her a chance to escape him.
He asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is the peace charm?"
Mingzhu was stunned.
Zhao Shi guessed as soon as he saw this expression that the peace charm he asked for for her had probably been lost to an unknown place by her carelessness.
Mingzhu had long forgotten that there was such a thing, so she hurriedly fooled him and said, "Put it away. I will find it tomorrow."
She opened her round eyes and asked again: "What do you want this for?"
She wasn't sure she could still find it.
Zhao Shi didn't point out the lie she told, pretending he didn't know anything, and gently rubbed her lips with his fingertips, "No need to look for it."
Now that it's lost, there's no use finding it again.
Zhao Shi said calmly: "Go to the temple tomorrow and ask for another one."
Mingzhu was a little surprised when she heard the sound of rain outside, and then pointed outside the house, "It's raining so hard, do you want to go to the mountain to burn incense?"
The man nodded, "I have to go."
Mingzhu almost asked what was in her heart, when did you start to like burning incense and worshiping Buddha
She felt incredible.
Zhao Shi couldn't help but pinch her soft face with his fingers, "Stay in the temple for a few days."
The last time Mingzhu went to the temple to burn incense and pray for blessings was a long time ago. It seemed that her marriage to Wei Chiyu had just been finalized at that time. She knelt in front of the Bodhisattva and prayed devoutly for a smooth marriage.
Unfortunately, Bodhisattva is not effective at all.
"good."
When the two of them finished talking and prepared to go to bed, it was already getting late.
Mingzhu buried her face and quickly fell asleep. On the contrary, Zhao Shi couldn't sleep even after closing his eyes. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl in his arms with complicated eyes. The hand on her waist tightened unconsciously. a bit.
Zhao Shi himself knew that he was thinking more and more about her.
Even if you break it, you can't break it, and you can't let it go. I have been raising Jiao Didi for more than a year and I still don’t feel tired.
Although he was willing to let her go out, he still didn't want her to see anyone except herself.
Men can’t do it, and women can’t do it either.
Zhao Shi sighed. He was extremely normal to others, but why did he fall deeper and deeper into the pathological possessiveness of her.
He gradually fell asleep in the latter part of the night, and he didn't sleep well either. The dream was intermittent, and the familiar crying voice in the dream kept tormenting him.
Zhao Shi pushed aside the fog in front of his eyes and saw clearly the man kneeling on the ground crying, and his heart suddenly shrank. The girl's eyes were red and swollen, and tears kept falling from her eyes. Her throat was hoarse from crying, and she fell to the ground and curled up into a pitiful ball.
Zhao Shi closed his eyes, and then opened them. What he saw was the ugly scene of her being bullied, and he was filled with anger. How could the pampered girl he held in his hand allow others to ruin her like this
He found that he couldn't touch her even if he stretched out his hand. He could only watch her fall down in front of him, and the black blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth stung his eyes deeply.
Zhao Shi's whole body was in severe pain, and his ears were buzzing. He looked at this picture in pain, and the sharp stinging pain in his brain woke him up from his dream.
He woke up in a cold sweat, his face was pale, and there were waves of pain in the back of his head.
It took Zhao Shi a long time to get out of the tragic scene in his dream. He looked at the people beside him with a pale face, and his sinking heart eased. His fingers tightened around her, and he told himself that this was just a dream.
Zhao Shi tried to wake her up and called "Zhu Zhu" in her ear.
Mingzhu covered her ears with the quilt and complained in a nasal voice, "I'm so sleepy."
Zhao Shi stopped talking and let her continue sleeping for a while.
The heavy rain stopped in the middle of the night, and after the sky brightened, it was a sunny day again.
Mingzhu was half asleep when she was pulled out of bed by Zhao Shi. She was still groggy until she got on the carriage. She put her head on his shoulder, like a kitten looking for a comfortable position, and continued to catch up on her sleep against him.
Zhao Shi kept holding on to her finger all the way.
More than an hour later, the carriage stopped outside the temple gate. The young monk had been waiting for a long time. In order to welcome the distinguished guests, the temple was closed to pilgrims these days.
Gu Shuyi didn't know about this. She went to the temple to pray for her mother every month, but was blocked from the door. She was surprised for a moment.
The young monk asked her to come back in two days.
Gu Shuyi was a little embarrassed, "I'd like to ask my little master for my convenience."
As soon as he finished speaking, another carriage came slowly, leaving deep ruts on the muddy mountain road. Zhao Shi took Mingzhu's hand and got out of the carriage.
Gu Shuyi was very surprised when he saw His Highness the Crown Prince.
Today she wore a light green satin coat skirt, with a graceful waist and slender figure. She wore light makeup, looking fresh and elegant yet charming. These days, she has also been trying to figure out what kind of girl His Highness the Crown Prince likes.
It wasn't that she was confident, she felt that at least His Highness the Crown Prince didn't hate her.
Gu Shuyi stood under the brilliant sun and smiled at him, "Your Highness, Shuyi, can you please help me?"
Zhao Shi just heard the conversation between her and Xiao Monk, glanced at her, paused for two seconds, and then said calmly to Xiao Monk: "Let her in."