Zhao Shi raised the corners of his mouth, with a sarcastic smile in his eyes, looked at him coldly, and said congratulations lightly.
Zhao Shi was always unhappy with Wei Chiyu. He didn't want to talk to him more, so he turned around and left Lingchan Temple.
Wei Chiyu carried the food back to the wing in the backyard of the temple, where Mingzhu lay on the table and fell asleep. The dim light coming from the window lattice shines on her face, her loose black hair is pressed down on her back and waist, her sleeping face is peaceful, her skin is ice-cold, her lips are slightly parted, and her eyelids are drooped with thick black eyelashes, she is cute and well-behaved.
He stretched out his hand and dropped it in the air. His thin, white fingers curled up silently, not having the heart to wake her up.
Mingzhu has been drowsy since she was pregnant. Sometimes she would fall asleep leaning on the edge of the bed while talking to Hongling. I slept a lot but not for long. It was only half an hour before I woke up from a deep sleep.
There was no one in the side room. She raised her hand and the cloak slowly slipped from her shoulders. The snow-colored cloak is thick and warm, and there is still a refreshing rosin on it.
Wei Chiyu opened the door and saw that she was awake, so he asked, "Is it cold?"
There was always a cold wind sneaking in near the window. It rained heavily last night, and today she only wore a thin jacket, which could not block the cold air.
Mingzhu had just woken up. Her hands and feet were weak, and she looked a little dazed. There were two sleep marks on her delicate white cheeks. She shook her head, "It's cold."
Just a little tired.
Wei Chi looked at her a few times. The girl had a rosy complexion, a hazy moistness in her eyes, the ends of her eyes and eyebrows were red, and she looked half-drunk, obviously she hadn't slept enough.
He lowered his eyes silently, "Come and have something to eat."
Mingzhu had never been alone in a room with him before, and now she didn’t know what was going on. She could get along with him calmly, but she always had to think about something that was not there. If she thought too much, she would blush.
She slowly moved to the table, smelled the aroma of pastries, and swallowed. Her stomach was still very strong and she growled a few times with great enthusiasm, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't even want to raise her head.
Mingzhu now stops eating as soon as she eats, and all the food on the table is swept away by her. After eating and drinking, she leaned back on the chair and wanted to move.
Wei Chiyu suddenly stretched out his hand towards her, and his fingertips almost touched her cheek. Mingzhu avoided her face nervously.
Wei Chiyu paused, gently pinched her chin with his warm fingertips, and wiped away the debris from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips, "Okay."
He seemed to have just made an ordinary move, calm and calm.
The pearl is so good, but the base of the ear is soft and numb, hot and red, as if it's burning.
It was getting dark outside the window, the windows were not very windproof, the room was a little cold, and the flickering light of a few oil lamps was not very bright. Fortunately, this way, no one could notice her blushing cheeks.
She exhaled deeply and told herself over and over again in her heart that Wei Chiyu was a gentleman. In the past, he would pull her hair into a bun, but she didn't think it was a big deal.
Wei Chiyu didn't bother her much, "Have a good sleep tonight, and we'll go back at dawn tomorrow morning."
"Um."
Soon after, the slightly old wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and Wei Chiyu walked in with two quilts in his arms. The corners of her lips opened slightly, a little surprised, "This is it?"
Wei Chiyu helped her make the bed again and explained: "The cold is too strong."
This room is always backlit and exposed to the sun, and the continuous rain in autumn makes it even worse.
Mingzhu actually felt a little cold, so she was going to wear two pairs of socks to sleep.
Wei Chiyu went to her again and filled a hand warmer to keep warm from the cold.
Mingzhu put her cold hands against the hand warmer, and her whole body felt much warmer. She whispered thank you to him.
Wei Chiyu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and rubbed her hair gently, "Go to sleep."
The door was closed again, blocking out the cold wind and air-conditioning in the night.
Mingzhu warmed the bedding with a hand warmer, then climbed into the bed. She closed her eyes and did not fall asleep for a while. She couldn't help but feel frightened when Wei Chiyu told her that Zhao Shi was also in Yangzhou City now.
I also know why he came to Yangzhou City. It is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and he likes rainy days.
Mingzhu tossed and turned, comforting herself in her heart that Zhao Shi would return to the capital in a few days.
The weather was not getting warmer the next day. Mingzhu got up early and went back to her small yard. Hongling grabbed her hand and complained, "Why didn't you come back last night?"
"Something happened."
"What's the matter? Is it troublesome?"
Mingzhu nodded, "There is a little trouble."
She stood in the sun, her body a little heavy, and she had to hold Hongling's hand when she went up the steps. She said, "Let's close the shop for the next few days."
Hong Ling opened her eyes wide, looked at her in disbelief and asked, "Why?"
She is not afraid of hardship or tiredness, but she is afraid of not making money! All other things are fleeting, only money is a treasure that can be truly held in the palm of your hand.
She was a little anxious and quickly said: "I can do it alone."
Mingzhu knew that Hongling was a bit stubborn, so if she couldn't be persuaded, she would definitely agree.
"The man who lied to me is now in Yangzhou City."
Hong Ling suddenly became extremely angry. She bared her teeth and looked particularly fierce, "You're here just in time! I'll beat him to death with a stick and teach him a lesson for you."
On their way from the capital to Yangzhou, Hongling felt really bored, so she pestered Mingzhu to tell her the story of her and the heartless man.
Mingzhu couldn't resist her persistence and told a half-false story.
After hearing this, Hong Ling jumped up in anger, rolled up her sleeves with righteous indignation, and said she would take revenge on her.
This kind of grabbing fiancee also likes new dogs and hates, is owed!
"It's okay, he thought I was dead, so I can live a peaceful life today." Mingzhu sighed, breathing deeply and slowly, she said slowly: "Besides, he is powerful , we can’t afford it.”
Hong Ling seemed to understand, curled her lips, and asked with some conviction: "Is he very powerful?"
Mingzhu looked into her eyes and nodded seriously: "Yes, my family background is prominent."
Hong Ling was discouraged for a moment, "So you want to avoid him?"
Mingzhu sat down, the doors and windows were open for ventilation, and the right sunlight was shining on her face. She squinted her eyes, "If you can't afford to offend him, you can only hide. He will return to the capital in a few days."
Hong Ling held a pillow in her arms, got a needle from somewhere in her hand, and poked the soft pillow on her knees vigorously. After taking the pillow to vent her anger, she said: "It doesn't matter. If he finds you, I will take him with you." You run."
Once you get down to Yangzhou City, go south. The sky is vast and the earth is vast, and there is only one place to stay.
Mingzhu looked down at her belly. Her body was too bulky now, so she shouldn't move it. Of course she would go to the countryside to escape.
The shop was closed, and the patrons who had been there a few days ago didn't know what was going on, so they didn't bother to ask anything.
Too many people asked, so Hongling told Mingzhu about it.
Mingzhu thought for a while and asked Hongling to buy paper, pen, ink and inkstone from outside. She asked Hongling: "Can you read?"
Hong Ling shook her head in confusion, "Yes."
Mingzhu had no choice but to write a notice to close the house for the time being. Her handwriting was the same as before. She was still very precise when writing, and her handwriting was very straight.
She handed the cloth to Hongling and said, "Take it and put it up at the door of the shop."
"Zhuzhu, it turns out you can also write, you're so good." Although Hongling didn't know the words, she could feel that her handwriting should be beautiful.
Mingzhu blushed because she was ashamed of herself, her thin cheeks were full of late spring, and she was half-cooked. She said, "I can only scratch the surface."
There is no great knowledge. Zhao Shi forced her to hone her writing skills.
Hongling posted this piece of paper at the door of the shop, and as expected, fewer people came to ask. They just wanted to know when they can open again
The students in Yangzhou City all like to take care of their business. The cook is beautiful and good at her craftsmanship, especially the pregnant girl, whose words are gentler than water.
Hongling's appearance is also not bad. As long as she doesn't open her mouth, she looks very Xiaojiabiyu.
Zhao Shi had planned to leave Yangzhou for a long time, but something happened unexpectedly. Zhang Qu, the young minister of Dali Temple, died unexpectedly. The murderer did it neatly and left no trace.
A fourth-rank official of the imperial court died violently. This case must be investigated carefully. It's a pity that the officials in Yangzhou City lacked talent in investigating the case. After a few days, they had no clue and even wanted to report that Zhang Ku committed suicide.
But now that His Royal Highness is still in Yangzhou, this case is not easy to fool.
Zhao Shi was not interested in investigating in detail. Zhang Qu was a criminal in the past, and he often used borrowed knives to kill people. He had enemies all over the place, and there were only a few people who wanted to kill him.
This person is dead as long as he is dead, and he is not in the way of anything.
He died at the wrong time and in the right place. Moreover, Zhao Shi asked Wei Liu to investigate.
Wei Liu returned with no success and knelt down, "This subordinate is incompetent."
Zhao Shi was wearing a thin dark-colored tunic. The autumn mood was getting thicker. His face was white from the cold. He had just washed and dressed and his body was lightly scented. His black hair fell down and he had a slender figure. His wide clothes were gently blown by the cold wind. After shaking slightly, he looked at the moonlight and said calmly: "Can't even you find out?"
"The murderer was a knight-errant who took money to do things. He died not long after Zhang Que died."
In this way, it is impossible to ask the person who instructs him to do things.
Zhao Shi didn't have much interest at first, but he raised his eyelids and said, "It doesn't take so much effort to kill Zhang Qui."
Why use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken
"Maybe it's to be sure." Wei Liu guessed.
The white jade chess piece held by Zhao Shi's fingertips was put back by him. He looked at the chess game, raised his face, and said lightly: "It is indeed to be sure, but I still can't remember, who would I want his life so badly.”
"Your Highness, do you want to continue the investigation?"
Zhao Shi now coughs when the wind blows, and his throat feels itchy and painful. He feels very comfortable. He said: "Forget it, there is no need. Just die."
The case has come to an end, and the happiest person is the magistrate. He doesn't have to be afraid of His Highness the Prince's anger.
The prefect was afraid that the prince would not live comfortably in Yangzhou, so he had people prepare songs and dances, and planned to present several beauties.
But his plan failed.
His Highness the Prince only sat for a while and then left the table. The prefect had no choice but to aggrieve several beauties and let them work as maids in the Tai'an's courtyard for the time being.
If you are really capable and win the favor of the prince, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future.
At the end of the banquet, the confidant beside the prefect reminded him with a sad face, "His Royal Highness just lost his beloved concubine. I'm afraid he is not interested."
"You don't understand this. Your Highness is lonely now, so he needs the relief of a beauty with red sleeves and red sleeves under the moonlight."
"But I heard that His Highness went to Lingchan Temple a few days ago to ask the abbot to liberate his child who was not born safely. Sir, you should try to figure out His Highness's mood without permission."
"This, this, this... what should I do?"
"Hurry up and bring back the girls we sent here."
The prefect's flattery didn't hit the mark, but instead stepped on the firecrackers everywhere.
Zhao Shi has been staying in Yangzhou for half a month. In a few days, he will return to the capital by boat. Mo Yue will not come to Jiangnan in the near future.
Song Huaiqing was entrusted by his aunt and was embarrassed to do things. I took Zhao Shi around the most prosperous areas in Yangzhou City.
The vendors on the street sell loudly.
As Song Huaiqing walked, he noticed that he was left behind. He turned around and saw that he had a headache. "Your Highness, do you want to buy it?"
The stalls are full of toys to deceive children, such as flowers, butterflies, and paper tigers.
Zhao Shi was silent and paid the money in one word, holding the flower and butterfly in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Song Huaiqing closed the fan in his hand and said to him slowly: "I heard that there is a particularly delicious pastry on this street. Do you want to go and have a look?"
Zhao Shi said in a low voice with an expressionless face: "I love eating cakes."
"Of course I know you love to eat, I just asked casually."
But there is one person who likes it. When I often eat it, I often look at him with those pitiful watery eyes, shake his arms, and whisper to him to act coquettishly.
When Zhao Shi thought of her, his heart felt swollen and painful. He frowned, "Go and have a look."
Song Huaiqing took him to the door of the shop, looked at the closed wooden door, and said with regret, "It's not open."
The closure notice was posted by the door, a small piece of paper that was inconspicuous.
Song Huaiqing took a few steps forward and could barely read the words clearly. After reading it, he felt that the writing on the paper was... not very good-looking.
It's so neat, I don't know which rotten scholar wrote it.
Zhao Shi lowered his eyes, his mind seemed to be taken away by the flower and butterfly in his hand, and he did not look at him at all.
Song Huaiqing now felt that his cousin was asking him for help, making a fuss out of a molehill, and then someone died? Zhao Shi looked very sad, and there was almost pain on his face.
"I didn't know before that His Highness actually likes these gadgets."
Holding it in his hand, he looked at it for a long time, with a terrifying persistence in his eyes.
The distortion in Zhao Shi's heart was also hidden under his taciturn appearance. He was indeed persistent to the point of morbidity. When he came to Yangzhou, he also brought the box with the ashes.