After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Chapter 50

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Gu Shuyi felt that there was some fate between him and His Highness the Crown Prince. His Highness the Crown Prince smiled and thanked her, and then glanced at the girl beside him, feeling slightly startled. This girl is really beautiful, her skin is as white as jade, she is charming and shy, her waist is slender and soft, and she looks like a delicate young lady with thin skin and tender flesh.

Gu Shuyi knew that there was a concubine who was quite favored in the backyard of His Royal Highness. There were various rumors. Now that he saw her, he could understand why this concubine was so favored. Delicate and beautiful, she is like a little bird, her eyes are rolling around, like a deer that has just escaped from the depths of the forest.

When Gu Shuyi was looking at ‌'s ‌, Mingzhu was also looking at ‌ secretly.

It was too dark that night, and Mingzhu's face was actually not visible very clearly. I only remembered her vague appearance and her gentle and carefree voice.

This girl has the kind of appearance that makes people feel comfortable when they meet her. She is soft and non-aggressive, has a friendly smile, and has an extraordinary temperament. When you get closer and smell it, you can seem to smell the elegant fragrance of inkstone books.

Mingzhu could tell from the way she looked at Zhao Shi that she liked Zhao Shi.

Based on Mingzhu's superficial understanding of Zhao Shi, she knew that he also admired a woman like Miss Gu who was knowledgeable, sensible and gentle.

It just so happens that the position of Crown Prince and Concubine is still vacant, and I don't know if the current Miss Gu can fulfill her wish.

Zhao Shi tightened Mingzhu's fingers, and then he felt the pain. He frowned slightly and turned his head to look at him with an incomprehensible expression.

Zhao Shi said in a cold tone, "Let's go."

"oh."

The place of Qingdeng Ancient Buddha is quite clean. A bamboo forest is planted on the back hill of the temple, and the fragrance of bamboo blows in the wind.

The young monk led the way and led them to a wing specially reserved for pilgrims.

The wing room was simply decorated, with no furniture other than a simple bed.

Mingzhu took a nap on the road, and her hair looked messy. Zhao Shi raised his hand to straighten the headdress on his bun, and said this to him in a gentle voice, "Go and wash your face first."

The makeup on her face looked a little smudged.

There was an ancient well outside the wing. Mingzhu was already suffering from the heat, so she ran to the well and lay down on the edge, with most of her body sunk in.

Zhao Shi let ‌ run away if he was not careful. When he saw ‌ lying by the well, his face changed again and again, which was quite ugly.

He walked over and picked it up vigorously. Mingzhu's wrist was extremely painful when he scratched her. She bared her teeth and asked aggrievedly: "Didn't you ask me to wash my face?"

The man's thin lips pursed into a cold straight line, and the words he spat out were also cold. He suppressed his anger and it was difficult to hear any emotion in his voice, "I thought you were planning to jump into the well."

Mingzhu's body is flexible in movement. Although the movement just now seems to be dangerous, she will not let herself fall in.

In just a moment, thin beads of hot sweat broke out on his forehead again.

"I won't fall down."

Zhao Shihao let go of his wrist and said, "Go back to the house and stay."

Mingzhu said, but did not enter the house. She just stood under the eaves where she could not get the sun.

Zhao Shi fetched a bucket of water from the well. The water was clear and cold. Mingzhu used the cold water to wash off the makeup on her face, and wiped away the wet water drops with a handkerchief.

In this way, ‌’s face looks much cleaner and refreshed.

A deep and thick sound of ringing bells was heard not far away. It turned out to be noon.

Mingzhu was hiding in the guest room to escape the heat. There was a blind on the north side of the small wing. When you opened the window, you could see the bamboo forest in the backyard.

The cold wind blows, refreshing and refreshing.

Zhao Shi opened the door and saw ‌ standing by the window.

‌ She changed into a thin aqua blue smoke gauze skirt, and tied a green smoke belt around her waist. The material was light and breathable, and her waist-length hair spread like a waterfall on her back.

Zhao Shi looked at it quietly for a while, actually reluctant to disturb this peaceful scene of time.

Mingzhu felt like a light on her back. She turned around and saw a man in a green shirt, "Your Highness."

Zhao Shi took two steps forward and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mingzhu was honest: "A little bit."

I didn't wake up in the morning and got on the carriage. I haven't eaten anything yet and I am really hungry.

Zhao Shi held ‌'s hand and took ‌ to another courtyard to eat vegetarian food.

The clear soup of the vegetarian meal is not watery, and it cannot be said to be rich.

Mingzhu is not picky about food. If she is really hungry, she can still eat food she doesn't like. But looking at the vegetable and white porridge in front of me, I had no appetite at all, and I didn’t even want to lift the chopsticks.

On the contrary, His Royal Highness the Prince, who was delicate and elegant, sat across from him, finishing his first meal with a calm expression.

Mingzhu picked up her chopsticks, ate them carefully, put two green vegetables into her mouth, and frowned bitterly.

Zhao Shi saw the small bowl in front of him that was almost untouched, "Aren't you hungry?"

Mingzhu is indescribably bitter, just because I can't eat the vegetarian food. It's so bitter and unpalatable, and I can't taste any oil or water at all.

Zhao Shi raised his eyebrows and said, "No picky eaters."

There is no precedent for opening a separate kitchen for the temple in the temple, let alone eating meat.

Mingzhu could no longer force herself to eat vegetables. If she continued to eat, she felt like she would vomit it out in front of him, and there were waves of nausea in her stomach.

‌ Swallowed, picked up the small bowl in front of him, drank half of the bowl of white porridge, then raised his head and said to him: "Your Highness, I am full."

Zhao Shi looked at ‌’s thin face and frowned. It wasn’t that he was squeamish, but he felt that it was not good for him to be too picky about food. “I ate the steamed buns.”

Mingzhu frowned, "It's too hard." He had taken two bites just now, but it was really hard to swallow, so he added, "And it's not sweet."

The steamed buns should be soft and sweet to taste delicious.

Mingzhu herself felt strange. It was not like she had never eaten vegetarian food before, and she didn't find it as unpalatable as it was today.

Is it really because of his mouth that he is being cunning? It is said that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality

‌While he was distressed, he heard Zhao Shi sigh, "Forget it if you don't want to eat it."

Mingzhu got hungry very quickly that day. The half bowl of porridge she just ate was not enough to fill her stomach. In fact, she was still hungry. She wanted to eat something strong, spicy or sweet. Can.

The more Mingzhu thought about it, the more she became greedy. She swallowed and felt hungrier.

After eating the vegetarian meal, Zhao Shi took him back to the guest room.

Mingzhu asked curiously: "When are we going to burn incense and worship Buddha?"

Zhao Shi said: "Master Chen is back."

"good."

Zhao Shi remembered that there were some sweet cakes on the carriage, so he ordered his men to bring in all the snacks prepared on the carriage.

"Aren't you still hungry? Eat."

Mingzhu ate five pieces of sweet cake in one go, and her stomach finally felt less uncomfortable than before. She took a big sip of tea and couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, are we going to stay here for the whole day?"

Zhao Shi poured himself a cup of tea. The aroma of tea overflowed. He gently placed his slender fingers on the tea lid, pondered for a while, and said, "Three to five days."

Mingzhu thought, it seems that His Highness the Crown Prince is really busy recently.

Mingzhu thought about the fast food she just had, and if she had to eat it for three to five days in a row, she might really starve to death.

Zhao Shi seemed to know what she was thinking, but he didn't bother to expose her. All the little problems in her delicate body were caused by his pampering, and he couldn't blame anyone.

He said: "I won't starve you to death."

Mingzhu thought this was not necessarily the case. She only had a small request, "Can the green vegetables be replaced with pickles?"

‌Now that I think about the bland and bitter vegetables I just ate, I still want to vomit.

‌Thinking about it, my stomach seemed to be welling up. Mingzhu covered her chest and endured retching.

Zhao Shi patted ‌ on the back and gave ‌ two mouthfuls of warm water. He frowned and looked at ‌ and asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Mingzhu took the water glass from his hand and drank more than half of it. Her nausea felt better, "Well, those vegetables are really bitter."

Seeing how pitiful and miserable Zhao Shi was, he softened and said, "I won't eat fast anymore."

He said calmly: "Let them do it for you."

Mingzhu raised her eyes in surprise and said in a low voice, "Isn't this good?"

Zhao Shi felt that he was already thin enough now, and he didn't want to lose the weight that he had finally gained through eating.

Zhao Shi said calmly: "I am the prince, I have the final say."

"Bodhisattva, don't you think I'm not pious enough?"

"Bodhisattva is compassionate."

"What you said makes sense."

Mingzhu actually didn't know why Zhao Shi came to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha. He didn't believe in Buddhism, his hands were unclean, and his body was full of anger. Did he really want to use Buddhist incense to wash away the blood

Mingzhu gets sleepy when her stomach is full, and she doesn't know what's wrong with her. She eats and sleeps every day, and she gets sleepy very easily.

Even though I sleep five or six hours a day, I still feel like I don’t get enough sleep.

Zhao Shi saw that he was leaning his head and yawning, "Want to sleep again?"

"Maybe it's because the weather is too hot and I just want to sleep."

"You've been sleeping for almost a day."

"No way."

Although Mingzhu said this, she also found that she seemed to have slept a little too much today.

No matter what, Zhao Shi would not skimp on his sleep. He was just worried about whether he was sick, which made him tired so easily.

He had such a bad dream again last night. He was worried about gain and loss. He was always afraid that the dream would come true. He saw his body covered in blood lying on the ground.

"Go to sleep if you're sleepy. I'll call you when the time comes."

Zhao Shi went to stand outside the Buddhist hall for a while, unable to relax from the tethered body. He listened to the sound of the bell and could not calm down inside either.

‌A soft voice came from behind, "Your Highness."

Zhao Shi turned around and said, "Miss Gu."

Gu Shuyi had just come out of the Dacheng Palace. He spent two hours copying three scriptures and knelt down in front of the Bodhisattva to worship.

‌'s knees hurt a little, ‌'s hands gently supported the pillar next to ‌, ‌ smiled at His Highness the Crown Prince, "Are you also here to listen to the chanting?"

At this time every day, there are monks chanting sutras and praying in the temple.

Zhao Shi pursed his lips and did not answer.

He is not, and he has no interest in chanting sutras.

Gu Shuyi's knees were in so much pain that he didn't notice the steps under his feet as he walked forward. The soles of his feet stepped on the ground and he sprained hard. His ankles hurt so much that his face turned pale as paper in an instant. When he pounced forward, he looked like he was about to fall down.

Zhao Shi stretched out his hand to help him.

Gu Shuyi's fingers subconsciously grasped his arm. After standing firm, he said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

‌I am not such a weak person on weekdays, so this ‌accident is really just an ‌accident. This is the first time that Gu Shuyi has been so close to a man other than his elder brother.

The palm of the man's arm just now was hard and strong, and the temperature was hot.

‌Thinking like this, my face became hot.

Zhao Shi's voice seemed to come from thousands of miles away, "You can do it with a little effort, no need to be polite."

Gu Shuyi knew that His Highness the Crown Prince liked women who loved to smile, so he was not stingy with his own smile.

The setting sun smudges layers of golden light and shines on the snow-white and delicate skin. His eyebrows stretched, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was innocent and charming, and he said: "Earlier, I heard my father say that His Highness is a very good person, and it's true."

His Royal Highness is really nice.

Zhao Shi didn't know what to say to him. If he said he hated him, he didn't hate Gu Shuyi.

‌In front of him, she neither deliberately showed off her coquettishness nor acted like a coy little girl.

The scripture that Gu Shuyi had just copied fell to the ground. He squatted down and picked it up, and then said, "Shu Yi has nothing to give to His Highness. This scripture should be used as a prayer for Your Highness. I hope that His Highness can give it to you." Take it.”

‌ insisted on giving it away, but Zhao Shi did not insist on accepting it. He scanned the words ‌‌ on the cover of ‌. With just one click, he could see that the words ‌ were written very well.

When I put pen to paper ‌‌ this ‌ is the same as anyone else. The writing is sharp but does not hurt anyone.

Zhao Shi opened it and looked at two pages, "The handwriting is good."

After hearing this, Gu Shuyi laughed and complained: "My father forced me to practice calligraphy when I was a child. If I didn't write well, I wouldn't be able to eat. So I hated writing when I was a child."

Zhao Shi smiled when he heard this.

What Gu Shuyi said made people feel comfortable listening to it, and he also laughed, "And my father always compares my brother with me. It's not just good writing, but also better writing than my brother. "

‌My elder brother is Gu Wenxuan.

Zhao Shi remembered that Gu Wenxuan was ranked first in the imperial examination in the scientific examination, and he was also good at handwriting.

He said: "Your handwriting is indeed better than that of your second brother."

Gu Shuyi's eyes lit up and she looked at him with watery eyes, "Didn't Your Highness lie to me?"

Zhao Shi also felt an indescribable feeling of familiarity with this god.

It is innocent and romantic, and the surprise is hidden in the expectation that is about to emerge.

The clean eyes in front of her eyes reminded Zhao Shi of Mingzhu's beautiful and innocent eyes, which were brighter than the moon hanging in the sky.

He came to his senses and said, "No."

The smile on Gu Shuyi's lips deepened, and his face seemed to be burning.

‌I am too embarrassed to continue disturbing His Highness the Crown Prince. I am very satisfied to be able to say a few words alone. When I lifted my feet to leave, my ankle, which had just sprained, was so painful that I couldn't walk at all.

Gu Shuyi gasped in pain, and his complexion that had just gotten up suddenly faded away. He gritted his teeth and asked shamelessly: "Your Highness, can you give me a ride?"

After saying this, he was too embarrassed to raise his head, and his voice was extremely weak, "My feet really can't walk."

The tone of voice was just right and soft. Zhao Shi closed his eyes, and after a while, he said, "I'll have someone help you back."

Gu Shuyi said: "Okay, please."

Zhao Shi asked a little maid to help Gu Shuyi back.

The time is coming. Zhao Shi went back to the guest room at the back. The little girl on the bed huddled up into a small ball, using the crotch to hide her body from head to toe.

Zhao Shi was afraid that he would suffocate to death, so he corrected his sleeping posture several times, but he couldn't change it. When sleeping alone, he would always hide by himself.

Zhao Shi opened his crotch and gently pinched the soft flesh on his cheek, "Get up."

After Mingzhu woke up, he sat beside the bed in a daze. She broke out in a cold sweat on a hot day and her hands and feet were also cold.

‌I also had a nightmare that I was bleeding profusely, and then I remembered that it felt like I hadn’t had a menstrual period in two months.

‌Although I don’t understand anything, it seems that a woman will not have her first period until she is pregnant with a child.

Moreover, I have been feeling sleepy and hungry lately.

But it’s impossible to get pregnant.

Zhao Shi's belly was staring at him every time he took medicine. How could he have a chance to conceive a child

While Zhao Shi was in a daze, he had already put on his socks for him, touched his hand, frowned and asked, "Why is it so cold?"

Mingzhu's expression was bleak, "I didn't sleep well."

‌ didn’t even dare to look up at Zhao Shi. What if ‌ was really pregnant? Did he ask me to drink medicine to kill it? Or should I give birth to a baby and raise it in my arms in the future

The prince's concubines are not qualified to raise their own children.

Zhao Shi patted his head and said, "Put on your shoes."

Mingzhu obediently stretched out her feet and put on her shoes, not wanting to think about it further or scare herself.

The imperial doctors all said that after taking so many cold medicines, it would be difficult to conceive and raise children, so there should be no accident.

‌Looking up at his face, "Your Highness, are we going to worship the Bodhisattva now?"

"Yes." Zhao Shi found a pastry from somewhere, "After eating it, you will have to kneel down for an hour."

"So long?"

"Master Liaochen still wants to chant sutras."

That dream is too deep in my memory. Real as if it happened.

Zhao Shi really didn't believe in this, but he didn't mind believing in gods and Buddhas for once and praying for peace.