White snow fell all over the sky, pressing against the blue tiles on the eaves.
Red walls, white snow, everything is quiet.
There was silence for a moment, and Mingzhu looked at the man standing in the snow with the eyes of an outsider. His figure was tall and thin, and there was an icy chill in his back.
Mingzhu wanted to see the expression on Zhao Shi's face at this time. Although she couldn't see it, she could guess that it was probably expressionless, just like a casual saying, as simple as usual.
The resentment hidden deep in Mingzhu's heart was suddenly aroused. She hated him for being so cruel, and hated him for being chaotic and giving up.
She gritted her teeth with hatred, it would be great if this was not a dream, she rushed across the and died with him.
Mingzhu was woken up by Biying, with cold sweat running down her back.
Mingzhu was a little annoyed. After all, she had not dreamed of meeting Zhao Shi for a long time, and she had almost forgotten his frosty face.
She sat on the bed and hugged the quilt with her hands, "Why did you wake me up?"
She also wanted to hear what Zhao Shi would say and how he would let someone kill her.
Biying couldn't express her feelings in words, "You have a nightmare."
"No."
"When my slave saw you stretching your hands in the air and shouting that you were going to strangle someone, you almost rolled off the bed."
Mingzhu looked slightly uncomfortable, but she would not admit such a shameful thing. She asked, "Really?"
"This slave has seen it with her own eyes."
"I don't remember." Mingzhu said vaguely.
She woke up with tired limbs, as if she had been in a fight with someone and exhausted all her strength.
Biying knew that Miss Mingzhu had been craving for delicious food recently, so she told her, "The kitchen has made a new Cantonese pastry, please get up and try it."
When Mingzhu heard that the pastries she usually loved, she couldn't bring herself to eat them. She licked her lips and said in a loud voice, "But I want to eat fried noodles today."
"Slave, let the people in the kitchen prepare it for you now."
"May I?"
"sure."
A group of people had changed in the kitchen a long time ago. After all, they were chefs selected from the palace. Not only did the food taste delicious, but their vision was also different from others. He will not underestimate anyone easily, and he will not offend anyone.
Mingzhu pinched the soft flesh of her belly. She knew that she had gained a lot of weight, but she didn't intend to control her appetite. She was so greedy and itchy that she couldn't bear it. She reminded her again: "Put more chili powder."
Even Biying felt a little weird, "When did the girl become so fond of spicy food?"
Mingzhu has already put on clothes, a plain coat and skirt, curling up like a clear summer lotus in summer, the full flower branches stained with the sweet and sticky dew in the morning.
Biying felt that Miss Mingzhu had become beautiful again, and the charm in her eyebrows was different from other girls. Maybe it's because he's gained weight, but he looks like he's been well moisturized.
Mingzhu tied the last button of her dress and said, "I don't know. Maybe the weather is not so hot anymore and my appetite has improved."
She thought about the problem seriously, and then said: "And eating spicy food can relieve tiredness. Now I feel like vomiting just thinking about the sweet cake I ate before."
It's so sweet, so sweet.
Biying thinks that maybe this is true. People's feelings will change, and their tastes will naturally change.
From the kitchen, the prepared noodles were quickly delivered. The bowl used to hold the noodles was bigger than Mingzhu’s face. It was full, and every strand of dough seemed to be covered in red. Chili noodles.
Mingzhu ate the whole bowl of noodles without saying a word.
Biying was startled, "Don't overeat yourself."
Mingzhu raised her head and touched her belly. She didn't feel any discomfort. She said, "It's really fine."
She wasn't particularly full, so if there was any left, she could continue eating.
Mingzhu looked at Biying's indescribable eyes, and after realizing it, she asked: "Did I eat a little too much?"
Biying shook her head, "No, it's a blessing to be able to eat."
Mingzhu walked to the bronze mirror, looked in the mirror, and then touched the flesh of her face, "I even have a double chin."
There is more than an extra circle of flesh on the face, and the oval face has become a round face, which is fleshy and looks particularly childish.
"But the girl is still beautiful even if she is a little fatter."
Mingzhu is still a bit stinky and likes to hear compliments, so when she heard Biying say that she was still beautiful, she felt sad for less than half a stick, so she decided to continue to gain weight with peace of mind.
She had just finished eating noodles and wanted to eat some fruits. At this time of year, she had to eat watermelon.
Mingzhu planted several watermelon vines in the yard earlier, and some of them blossomed and bore fruit smoothly, and now they are ripe and ready to fall.
She usually couldn't bear to pick it and eat it, but today she couldn't bear it. She twisted a ripe watermelon, found a basket, put the watermelon in it, and sunk it into the well water to cool it down.
This watermelon is so big that they can't finish it.
It would be a waste to throw away the remaining half, so Mingzhu asked someone to give it to Zhao Shi.
On the other side, when the stewards asked people to arrange the items for the wedding, they all told them to avoid Miss Pearl. This ancestor, who is still favored at present, would inevitably not be able to pick up the bright red and purple silks and satins when they saw them. Being sour and jealous, if something goes wrong out of anger, they can't afford it.
In order to avoid Mingzhu, the maids of the mansion would avoid her if they could.
Not only was Mingzhu purified, but there were also less eyeliners staring at her.
The wedding was approaching, and it was not just the stewards of the Prince's Mansion who were busy. Mingzhu had not seen Zhao Shi for several days.
He is always busy and idle.
Zhao Shi had had several weird nightmares in the past few days, with coffins and white sheets everywhere.
It's either red or white, which makes people feel frightened when they see it.
The few days of chanting and praying in the temple did not bring any relief.
He couldn't sleep well and had a headache. Opening and closing her eyes, she saw Mingzhu lying quietly on the bed with a pale face. Her chest did not rise and fall, and she could not hear her breathing. It seems that I have fallen asleep, and it seems that I will never wake up.
Zhao Shi asked the imperial doctor to prescribe him a side effects medicine. After drinking it for a few days to recover, he finally set foot in Mingzhu's courtyard.
He opened his legs and as soon as he walked into the door, he heard her brisk voice.
"Put it higher, higher."
Mingzhu holds the kite string in her hand and is standing in the sun flying the kite.
The butterfly kite seems to have been made by herself. It is colorfully painted and looks eye-catching at first glance.
The kite flew higher and higher and had already crossed the wall of the backyard.
Zhao Shi walked up behind her, took her arm, and reminded her gently, "The kite string is about to break."
The kite flies too high and the wind is strong. If it is not retrieved in time, the string will break after a short time.
Mingzhu tried hard not to be noticed by him, "Not tall enough."
She was stubborn and stubborn. She watched the kite fly to an unreachable height. Before she could be happy, the kite string broke in mid-air as he said.
The butterfly kite made of oil paper swayed and landed on the tall flower tree in the yard.
Mingzhu pushed Zhao Shi away, picked up the obstructive skirt with both hands and ran over there.
Zhao Shi followed.
Mingzhu didn't know how to hide her emotions, and her acting skills were not good. She really didn't want to see Zhao Shi at the moment, and she didn't know if she would pounce on him and strangle him like she did in her dream.
She took a deep breath, turned her back to him, raised her head and concentrated on the kite hanging on the branch, and climbed the tree without saying anything.
Seeing that he had a headache, Zhao Shi rubbed his brows and said, "Come down."
Mingzhu didn't listen to his words, and her feet had already kicked off the tree trunk. Her movements were unexpectedly flexible, and she quickly climbed to a position where she could reach the kite.
She stretched out her hand to reach it, and most of her body hung precariously in mid-air.
Zhao Shi's face was green and black, and he did not dare to speak loudly for fear of scaring her. His eyelids twitched hard, and he lowered his voice, "Be careful."
Mingzhu successfully got the kite and jumped down from the tree. Her legs landed on the soft grass without falling or getting injured.
She patted the leaves beside her and handed the broken kite into Biying's hand, "Fly it for me."
Zhao Shi grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of him, "That's too reckless."
Mingzhu lowered her head and deliberately avoided his sight. She refused and did not dare to look directly into his eyes, fearing that she could not hide the resentment in her eyes and let him see the clues.
She would rather face the tree and count the patterns on the embroidered shoes in boredom, "The tree is not very tall, so even if it falls, it won't kill you."
Zhao Shi squeezed her wrist until it hurt, "Would it not matter if my leg is broken?"
Mingzhu retorted softly, "That's not what I meant."
Zhao Shi raised her face and said, "If the kite is gone, just buy another one. It's not a very valuable thing."
Her body was not as important as her body. If she really fell, she wouldn't feel bad for him, and he wouldn't be able to bear it either.
Mingzhu avoided looking, "It's different."
"What's the difference?"
After hearing this, Mingzhu pursed her lips and remained silent. There is a difference between a kite made by oneself and a kite bought.
Zhao Shi's observation skills were astonishing, how could he not see that Mingzhu was avoiding him, her eyes were evasive, her face was twisted, and she was unwilling to look at him.
The more reluctant she was, the more he had to force her.
The man's fingers were filled with a hint of coldness, and he pinched her chin with some force. She raised her face half-forced, half-forced, and her transparent glass-like eyes were tanned to a light glazed color by the sun, and her eye sockets were twitching. One conspicuous blood line.
Zhao Shi was stunned for a moment, "Why are your eyes so red?"
Mingzhu warned herself that if she couldn't bear it, she would be arrogant. She said perfunctorily: "It's because of the sun."
Zhao Shi saw that her cheeks were obviously more fleshy, but he wasn't too worried, "Let's go back to the house."
Mingzhu didn't know whether it was because she felt nauseous after seeing him, or because she was exposed to the sun, or because she had been running too hard just now. Anyway, she felt uncomfortable at this time. Her stomach was churning, her eyes were dizzy, her face was pale, and she was dazzling. It looked pale in the sunlight.
Before she fainted, she subconsciously grabbed his sleeve.
Zhao Shi's expression changed and he caught her body with both hands.
Mingzhu has fainted.
Zhao Shi took her back to the house and called the doctor in a stern voice.
Zhao Shi looked at her pale face and her fingers were shaking. For some reason, he thought of the image of her lying lifeless in the coffin.
He gritted his teeth and thought, he shouldn't have let her climb the tree and jump down again just now.
A weak person like her would fall if the wind blows.
The doctor hurried over and checked the pulse while rolling and crawling.
The doctor was stared at with a cold gaze by His Highness the Crown Prince, which made him break into a cold sweat. After checking his pulse, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhao Shi asked: "What happened to her?"
The doctor hurriedly congratulated: "Congratulations, Your Highness, the girl is happy."