An autumn rain came suddenly, and the sound of rain showers started.
Zhao Shi and Song Huaiqing were sheltered from the rain under the eaves. The butterfly in the man's hand was made of a thin layer of paper. The wet and cold water mist created a faint sweet and sticky feeling, and the raindrops splashed on the paper butterfly. The thin and light paper butterfly is shapeless.
The eaves are narrow, and the sudden strong wind blows the rainwater over. The side of the man's shoulder was slightly wet from the rain.
The rain gradually weakened, and after about half a stick of incense, the patter of rain could no longer be heard.
The dark color just now gradually became clearer.
Mingzhu and Hongling were not very lucky. Soon after they went out, they were hit by a heavy rain.
Hong Ling helped her go to the corridor to take shelter from the rain, and waited for a while before the rain stopped.
It had just rained, and the stone road was slippery. Mingzhu held out her belly and walked cautiously.
Hong Ling frowned and complained in her ears, "The doctor told you to concentrate on raising the baby. If he knew it would rain so heavily today, he shouldn't have let you go out."
Mingzhu had always listened to the doctor's advice for the sake of her child, and had been raising the baby honestly. She held it in for less than half a month and rarely even left the hospital. Today she just wanted to get some fresh air and go to the clothing store to pick up the fabric she had spent a lot of money on to buy clothes for her unborn child.
"I'm very careful and nothing will happen to me."
Hongling had an unhappy face and had a lot to say: "It's the same if I help you get the fabric."
Mingzhu smiled and said, "I'm afraid you'll be deceived."
What she wanted to buy was Yunling brocade, which was difficult to buy in the capital. Maybe the shopkeeper would pass it off as a defective product because he saw how Hongling had seen the world.
There were still a few months before the baby was born, so Mingzhu bought a lot of things in advance. The toys that the children liked were so piled up that the cabinet could hardly fit them.
When she was free, she also made more than a dozen pairs of tiger-head shoes. Each tiger had a different expression, so she could wear them interchangeably in the future.
Mingzhu and Hongling walked quickly to the shop selling clothing materials. The shopkeeper recognized their faces and had a very good memory. He asked with a smile: "Are you here to get the Yun Ling Brocade?"
Mingzhu nodded: "Yes."
The shopkeeper asked someone to take the brocade out from the inside and wrap it with a layer of cloth to prevent it from getting dirty or old.
Mingzhu raised her eyebrows and took a closer look. She gently stroked it with her fingers and it felt silky to the touch. She pursed her lips and smiled, then took out the silver and paid the remaining money.
The shopkeeper had a good impression of this gentle and polite girl. Although he didn't know where she came from, her temperament was different from others. Beautiful and graceful, but also kind of cold and distant.
He was a shrewd businessman, so he took advantage of this opportunity and said, "A batch of new fabrics came to the store the other day. They are all made of fine materials. Do you want to take a look, girl?"
Sichuan brocade, soft smoke, silk satin and sulu yarn are all very popular materials.
Mingzhu couldn't hold it back, she said, "Then take it out and take a look."
Hong Ling is used to it.
Mingzhu spends her money carefully every day. Every money she spends is recorded in her account book. She basically buys clothes and jewelry for herself. But I never hesitate to spend money on my children. As long as it is a good thing, no matter how expensive it is, I am willing to buy it.
The shopkeeper took out all the new ingredients and placed them in front of her, "Take a look."
After taking a few glances at Mingzhu, I realized that they were indeed rare and rare items. You get what you pay for. These pieces of cloth cost her hundreds of taels of silver.
Hong Ling helped her hold the cloth and rolled her eyes, "When will you be willing to be so generous to yourself?"
Mingzhu smiled, her beautiful eyes also laughed, and she said: "Children want the best. I make money just to spend it on her."
The pastry shop they owned was doing well, and they had previously made a considerable amount of money.
Hong Ling curled her lips and groaned, "The little bastard has a good life. She has a loving mother like you."
There was still a bit of a smile on Mingzhu's face, but suddenly, her expression froze, a very cold chill appeared on her fingertips, the blood on her cheeks gradually turned pale, and she became slender. Her five fingers grabbed Hong Ling's arm hard. She took a few deep breaths and her voice trembled, "Wait a minute."
Hong Ling turned around and looked at her with puzzled eyes, "What's wrong?"
Mingzhu pulled her to the side and turned her sideways, breathing rapidly. She thought she would meet Zhao Shi on this street. Fortunately, she had sharp eyes. If she foolishly walked forward and was recognized by him, it would be fatal.
Hong Ling could see that she was hiding from people and seemed to be very scared. Her body was shaking slightly and her face was very pale. She asked, "Who did you see?"
Mingzhu shuddered when she thought of Zhao Shi. She didn't even dare to raise her head, "The person I told you the other day."
Hongling opened her mouth wide, "Is the child her father?"
Immediately, she became indignant and said, "Don't be afraid of him! It's him who should be afraid."
Mingzhu felt that she was unlucky because it rained all night. When she burned down the house in the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, she thought about meeting Zhao Shi again in this life.
She left no escape route for herself.
Zhao Shi is indeed gentle, and he is indeed gentle in trivial matters, but this person also holds grudges in a very special way. If he found out that he had been deceived, and it was such a big scam, her end would never be good.
If I had angered him before, I could still squeeze out a few false tears, pretend to be miserable, and say a few nice words to get away. She didn't dare to take any chances in this matter.
"Just hide for now, wait until they leave, and then we'll leave."
Hong Ling listened to her words, suppressed her impatience, and stood beside her obediently. However, she was really curious in her heart. She quietly turned her eyes and couldn't help but glance at the two men walking towards them.
The one walking in front was elegant, elegant, and well-mannered, but his eyebrows looked a little cold, a bit of high-minded disdain, and an oncoming nobility.
The man behind him was three points more handsome than him, with exquisite facial features and even more beautiful than a painter. But he looked very cold, and his eyes were also cold. He held a colored paper butterfly in his hand. The hands looked very delicate, with great strength and clear joints.
Hongling thought of Mingzhu's old lover, who looked very good. Good-looking men are indeed unreliable.
Mingzhu put on some weight after coming to Yangzhou, and her clothes are different from when she stayed in the capital. She is also wearing a veil today. If you don't pay attention carefully, you won't recognize her.
She thought that it would be fine if Zhao Shi and Song Huaiqing walked through this road.
But contrary to expectations, Zhao Shi and Song Huaiqing walked towards this side step by step, getting closer and closer to them.
Mingzhu looked at the two people with her peripheral vision, her heart was filled with despair. She now had no time to run.
Hongling opened her mouth, "Zhuzhu, they two seem to be coming towards us."
Mingzhu's forehead was covered in cold sweat, her hands and feet were cold, her round and soft face looked pale.
Hongling asked her what to do
Mingzhu didn't know what to do, so she could only hide behind the pillar, blocking as much as she could.
Hong Ling felt that this was not safe, so she thought simply: "Otherwise, just go up and slap him twice to relieve your anger. If he finds out, you will know!"
Mingzhu shook her head, and Qibei couldn't help but lick her delicate and red lips. She grimaced and said pitifully: "It can't be done."
Hong Ling remembered that Mingzhu had told her that the other party was a powerful man, and maybe he was not an adult they could afford to offend.
Hong Ling saw her trembling and felt distressed and pitiful for her. She already had an idea in her mind, "I'll catch their attention later. You cover your face with a piece of cloth and get out of here quickly."
Mingzhu clasped her fingers and said, "This is the only way."
Hongling's newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. When they looked this way, the master rushed out and bumped into the shoulder of one of the other men. His hard body hurt her.
She bared her teeth and used the aggressive move easily, "How come you don't look at the road when you're walking?!"
Song Huaiqing laughed angrily when she almost slapped her down, "Girl, it was you who bumped into me."
Hong Ling made the mistake of betraying the man who wanted to kill him. She deliberately stood in front of him and said, "It was obviously you who knocked me down. You are a grown man, but you still don't dare to admit it."
She stretched out her hand, "Give me the money, and I'm going to see a doctor to see if my bones have been broken by you."
Song Huaiqing thought she was asking for money on purpose. He slightly raised the corners of his lips with a cold smile, "How much do you want, girl?"
"Ten taels of silver, maybe."
Song Huaiqing was neither greedy for money nor stingy, but he just didn't want to encourage this trend.
Seeing that he wouldn't pay, Hongling naturally pestered him.
Mingzhu, they started arguing with each other, hugged the fabric in their arms, and hurriedly left this place of right and wrong.
Zhao Shi raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the figure that was passing by in a hurry. His eyes were stunned, but before he could react, the person was gone.
Song Huaiqing, a well-educated girl, was annoyed. He turned coldly, looked at her and said, "If you still pester me, I will report you to the official."
Hong Ling was most afraid of going to jail, where she would not have much food or sleep, and would have to endure smelly rats. She pretended to be frightened and said, "It's okay if I don't pay you, you stingy guy!"
She ran away after saying that.
Song Huaiqing smiled angrily, "I have seen a few such unreasonable women in my life."
Zhao Shi did not listen to what he said. Song Huaiqing looked at him as if he had lost his soul and asked what was wrong
Zhao Shi pushed him and suddenly ran out. He frowned tightly, looking a little confused and painful.
He couldn't help but wonder if he had seen it wrong? The woman's back looks so much like Mingzhu.
Zhao Shi came to his senses after being hit by someone. He had some emotion in his eyes and dragged his heavy steps forward. Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes fixed on the small purse on the edge of the steps.
Pink, embroidered with a little fox.
Zhao Shi slowly knelt down and picked up the small purse. His fingers were shaking, and there seemed to be cracks in the expression on his face. His dark pupils were staring at the purse in his palm.
His eyes were filled with disbelief, and his eyes were unusually blood-red.
"Your Highness?"
Zhao Shi clenched his hands suddenly, and stood up slowly. His cold eyes were a little fierce, but he hid this fierceness when he lowered his eyes.
He didn't care what Song Huaiqing would think, he said: "Zhuzhu will die."
Song Huaiqing was stunned and understood why His Highness the Crown Prince suddenly mentioned the Pearl.
Zhao Shi raised his eyes and couldn't suppress the coldness at his tail. He didn't know if he was crazy to say such a thing.