The steward has lived most of his life and has never seen a fire as strong as the one last night. The fire burned everything clean. Miss Mingzhu's body couldn't even be pieced together, leaving only a piece of burned remains that she couldn't tell whether it was her or not.
He couldn't even bear to look at it and carefully collected it. I never dare to take it out, but sooner or later I have to take it out.
Zhao Shi swallowed back the blood in his throat, but his face still looked pale and indifferent, and his calmness seemed to be affected in the slightest. His throat was obviously so painful that he could hardly speak, but his expression still looked calm and calm. His red eyes looked at the steward coldly, and his voice was like a knife cutting him. He asked: "Where is the maid who is serving her personally?" ?”
The steward hurriedly replied: "People rescued her last night. Biying was sleeping in the side room. The fire spread to the side room at the beginning. She was lucky enough to survive."
Zhao Shi said: "Bring her here."
The manager was in a hurry and asked Biying to be brought up. She, who had always been calm, could only cry now. Her eyes were swollen from crying and her voice was hoarse from crying.
She knelt on the ground, tears covering her face.
Zhao Shi thought she was noisy and looked at her coldly with his lower eyes. He wanted to cut out her tongue now, but that didn't work. He still had something to ask.
"Where is she?"
Biying wiped away her tears and suppressed the sad cry in her throat. She didn't know whether it was because the morning wind was too cold or because she was frightened and her whole body was trembling. She choked and said: "Girl... girl..."
Zhao Shi took a step forward and said, "Speak carefully."
"The girl went to bed early last night."
Pregnant people are naturally sleepy, so during the past half month, Miss Mingzhu had dinner and soon turned off the lights and fell asleep.
She was so sleepy last night that she didn't even know there was a fire. She was woken up from the bed and saw that the room next to her was burned out.
She cried and wanted to rush in to save others, but was pulled back. Burnt beams kept falling down, blocking their way.
Zhao Shi frowned slightly, with some confusion in his eyes, "Let me ask you, where is she?"
Biying shivered from the cold, and the words His Highness the Crown Prince uttered were like a cold and sharp knife, always hanging above her head, and she didn't know when it would fall down.
She cried silently and could not reply.
Zhao Shi closed his eyes and said, "She won't be that stupid. She is most afraid of pain."
It hurts so much when the fire burns on my body.
She couldn't bear this kind of hardship. She was so smart that she must have escaped long before they even knew about it.
That must be the case.
Zhao Shi said: "You all go and look for me carefully. She must be hiding."
Biying felt that His Highness the Crown Prince was a little crazy.
The steward stepped forward and asked: "Your Highness, this courtyard..."
Zhao Shi calmly swallowed his throat and almost didn't dare to look back. He said with a cold face, "Rework it again."
…
The news that a fire broke out in the Prince's Mansion last night and someone died was flying everywhere as if it had wings.
After a while, everyone who needs to know will know.
Mingzhu was still living in the Chenghuang Temple as her "little homeless beggar". The little girl sitting next to her saw her pity and stole two buns from the bun shop for her, "You can eat it."
Mingzhu was really hungry and didn't dare to go out to buy food. After eating two buns, she remembered and asked, "Would it be bad if someone caught you stealing something?"
"It's a matter of fact. There's a lot of work in the city these days. No one cares about me, a thief."
"what happened?"
"I'm telling you, that fire burned the prince's concubine to death last night! They are busy looking for someone."
"Find someone?"
"Yeah, although I don't know who I'm looking for."
Mingzhu nodded, "Then let's not go out much today."
Mingzhu hid in the City God's Temple for days. Everyone in the capital was in danger. The prince's personal guards came to search every day and every night, causing lamentations.
It has been a sunny day with the sun shining brightly for days in a row. It was said that His Highness the Crown Prince fell ill. He had nightmares all night long, and the image of her dying in front of him came over and over again. His red eyes were full of tears, and someone stabbed a dagger in his chest. He panicked. Shizuo helped her wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, but he still couldn't wipe it clean. He watched her fall to the ground and swallow.
Zhao Shi was in a state of confusion these days when he was ill. He looked haggard to the naked eye, his face had become thinner, and his beautiful bones looked more distinct and profound. When he woke up every day, the first thing he asked was, has he found the person? have
People can answer his words.
For example, after half a month, His Highness the Crown Prince's illness has still not recovered, and the symptoms of coughing up blood when he wakes up in the middle of the night are getting worse.
When the steward knew that Miss Mingzhu was dead, His Highness the Crown Prince would always feel sad, but he didn't expect that he would be so distraught. To this day, I still refuse to believe that Miss Mingzhu is dead.
It's not an option to let those personal guards continue to search.
The steward was very cruel and sent the remains and ashes that he had collected before to the Crown Prince.
He knelt down and said, "Your Highness, since you feel sorry for Miss Mingzhu, please give her some peace."
Zhao Shi was wearing an aqua gown and stood quietly by the window. His face was as pale as paper. He turned around and said in a very calm voice: "What did you say?"
The steward took out the ancient wooden box and said, "Your Highness, this contains the remains of Miss Mingzhu. People cannot be resurrected after death. Please give her a good ride."
Death is like a lamp going out, just say .
Zhao Shi didn't react for a long time. He frowned, and then the coldness on his face cracked inch by inch. A pair of dark eyes seemed to be filled with extremely severe pain. He lowered his eyes and looked at the dark box, blinking. He blinked his sore eyes, pursed his lips, and said not a word.
Guan Gu really couldn't bear to see the truth, so he risked his life to say these words.
He took out a burnt gold foil from his sleeve and placed it gently on the table.
Zhao Shi stared at the gold foil for a long time. This was because he felt uneasy at that time, so he took her to the temple to find Master Chen to beg for her safety.
He asked her to wear it with her and she said yes.
All of this suddenly seemed like a lifetime ago.
Zhao Shi twitched the corner of his mouth and found that he couldn't get out. The Taoist priest said that she had a short life, but he didn't believe it, and he still doesn't believe it to this day.
That morning, before he entered the palace, she told him with a blushing face that she wanted to eat the sweet cakes in the palace.
Zhao Shi took two steps back. He didn't know whether it was due to lack of physical strength or being stimulated by these things. He supported the edge of the desk with his hands, stood firm, and then whispered: "You can get out."
There was no strength left in the voice, and it looked like ashes of distraction.
The closed doors and windows blocked the light source outside, and the room was dark. He looked down at the black wooden box on the table, stretched out his pale fingers, and the moment his fingertips touched, he quickly withdrew them.
His fingers felt as if they had been burned by hot sparks, causing excruciating pain.
He even opened the box and took a look, then locked the wooden box in the compartment. Maybe even the doctor would not take it out and take another look.
In the past few days, I have searched everything and found out everything. There is a murderer and a suspect.
Zhao Shi covered the corners of his lips and coughed lowly. The internal organs in his chest seemed to be carved out, and there was a lump of blood in his throat.
His entourage called in, "Let them all stop."
"yes."
But even so, Zhao Shi still did not set up a mourning hall for Mingzhu.
The Ming family also knew that Mingzhu was burned to death. They said that she had a child in her belly when she died. It was a bad fate and she would die if she died.
The happiest person was Ming Yuan. If her mother hadn't told her to restrain herself, she might not have celebrated.
"It's also unclear. I don't know when to die, but I have to die half a month before my sister's wedding."
"Stop saying a few words. The prince is also cruel. It has been so long since he even organized a funeral for her."
"Is she worthy? It's a big deal if a concubine is buried after she dies."
Ming Yuan was right. The death of a concubine was indeed not something worth caring about. Throughout the ages, people have been willing to arrange funerals for concubines of low status. Most of them were buried in a coffin.
The steward had someone carve the memorial tablet for Mingzhu, out of pity for her. The engraved tablet was not dared to be delivered to His Royal Highness, but was given to Biying to worship on his behalf.
Biying has been crying these days, and has to secretly find a place where no one will find her to burn paper money for Miss Mingzhu and her child.
On the first seven days, she hid in the corner of the yard and burned paper money for Miss Mingzhu, and was even seen by His Highness the Crown Prince.
She was too scared to move.
Zhao Shi didn't say anything. He just asked people to put out the fire with water and a copper basin, and asked people to throw the remaining paper money into the well.
Biying didn't know where she got the courage. She cried and begged the Crown Prince to do something for Mingzhu. We can't let her die as a lonely ghost.
Zhao Shi said nothing.
Biying's tears moistened her eyelashes, her vision blurred, "Your Highness, the girl set the fire herself."
The quiet and calm man seemed to be irritated by her and turned around, kicking her away.
Zhao Shi coldly made a sound, turned around and left.
Since this is the case, he will not let her rest in peace, nor will he let her have a home after she dies.
Does she want to be reincarnated? dream!
No matter whether she was a person or a soul, he just wanted to trap her.
The more Zhao Shi thought about it, the angrier he became, and his steps became faster and faster. He went to the study, opened the door of the compartment, and used the key to open the locked cabinet. He looked at the items in the cabinet expressionlessly. box.
Zhao Shi reached out and hugged the box, feeling peaceful for a moment.
After a while, he locked the box back and returned to the study to review the papers as if nothing had happened.
After finishing his business, even though it was almost late at night, he was still not sleepy. He casually took out a book from the bookshelf, opened the first page and saw her handwriting.
I drew a crooked circle on the comment.
Zhao Shi's heart suddenly twitched. He closed the book hard and put it back where it belonged, not intending to take it out to read again.
…
Mingzhu, who was "eking out a living" in the Chenghuang Temple, decided to leave the city after learning that there were finally guards searching the streets of the capital.
The little girl who was accompanying her also planned to go to Jiangnan with her.
Mingzhu thought for a while, but still refused.
The little girl is smart and witty, and it would be nice to have someone to take care of her when they are together. The only drawback is that she talks a bit too much.
"Fortunately, I secretly liked His Highness the Crown Prince before, but I thought that he is also a man with a heart of stone and a pedantic heart."
Mingzhu was sitting on the bullock cart, and when she saw what she said, she couldn't help but cry out.
"What are you talking about? His beloved concubine is dead, and there's even a coffin! He didn't even arrange a funeral for her. I originally wanted to have some porridge."
Mingzhu pursed her lips and whispered, "When we get to the place, I'll treat you to some porridge."
The little girl rolled her eyes and didn't believe she was rich at all. She kept chattering, "He deserves to be sick, but for the sake of his good looks, it's better not to die of illness so quickly."
Mingzhu poked the straw under her with her fingers and raised her lips. Zhao Shicai died so easily, but he lived well in his last life.
However, it's really unfair.
In his last life, he even organized a funeral for her, but why was he so stingy in this life that he didn't even give her a coffin