Mingzhu stood there and sighed, looking at Biying who was kneeling on the ground. To be fair, the tone Zhao Shi just spoke was not harsh, but she didn't know why she was so afraid.
Although Mingzhu was a little scared of him, it was only when he did something that crossed the line. Zhao Shi is usually reticent and rarely gets angry. Except for the bed issue, which is a bit difficult to deal with, he is usually a decent and courteous young man, polite and distant.
Mingzhu raised her head and said calmly: "Biying, please go out first."
Biying stood up slowly with a trembling body, holding her breath, not daring to take a breath, bowed and slowly exited the room.
Mingzhu wore a pomegranate-colored skirt and jacket today. She was quiet and soft. She had been living leisurely recently. Her face had gained some soft flesh, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were less charming and more lively and cute.
She looked at Zhao Shi with her clean and transparent eyes, her eyes were round, and her expression was pure and innocent. She asked directly and clearly: "Your Highness, are you angry?"
The man was dressed plainly today, with a dark-colored belt tied around his waist, and a half-cut piece of jade hanging precariously on his waist. His posture was as straight as a pine and cypress, and there was no trace of unnecessary expression on his jade-white face.
Zhao Shi only glanced at her and said nothing.
Mingzhu looked at the pastries on the table again and recognized that they seemed to be the pastries bought from her favorite pastry shop. "Your Highness, hibiscus cakes and sweet cakes will not taste good when they are cold."
In fact, it wasn't that she was too cold, she just didn't want to eat what he bought.
Zhao Shi had already imposed enough things on her, but she was just hypocritical. She didn't want to comply with his wishes easily on this trivial matter.
Zhao Shi clenched his fingers in silence and looked at her expressionlessly, unable to detect any emotion. He asked, "Why don't you eat when it's hot?"
Mingzhu lowered her face and said, "My stomach was very full at that time."
Zhao Shi still had a straight face. The inaccessible flower of the high mountains, the cold air around him could hurt someone several feet away. He said "yes", then called the maid in in front of her, and ordered in a cold voice: "Listen to her and throw it away."
The maid didn't dare to refuse, so she quickly packed up and left with a low back.
This matter seems to have been revealed. Mingzhu naively thought that his temper should subside.
While in silence, Zhao Shi suddenly took out a jade hairpin from his sleeve and said, "I got it a few days ago. See if you like it."
Jasper can be seen by the naked eye to be of excellent color, with no variegated colors, pure water color and translucent color, exquisite and beautiful, and it is a rare treasure at first glance.
Zhao Chi had given her many such rare and beautiful jewelry, but that was only when he was in a good mood. She usually made him happy and satisfied the night before, or when she was feeling down, she would bring her a few trinkets to make her happy.
In the past, when Mingzhu received these gifts, she would still be happy, feeling that Zhao Shi still loved her very much and was generous. But think about it, this little gadget is nothing to him, it's just for teasing.
If you take such a good hairpin to a pawn shop, the shopkeeper may not dare to accept it.
Mingzhu did not reach out to pick it up, but just asked: "Your Highness, are you in a good mood recently?"
Just now I heard Ah Rou say that he seemed to be marrying his concubine soon. Could it be that he was in a good mood because the wedding night was about to take place? The more she thought about it, the more she thought it was.
Zhao Shi was silent for a while, then raised his eyebrows and said, "It's acceptable."
Mingzhu immediately knew that she really wanted to marry the beautiful girl. She smiled and said, "This hairpin is too expensive, I am not worthy of it."
She wouldn't bother to ask for anything that couldn't be exchanged for money, no matter how good it was.
The soft and slow smile at the corner of Zhao Shi's mouth gradually faded away, and there was a slight chill between his eyebrows. He asked, "Who said you are not worthy?"
Mingzhu didn't know what she said made him unhappy.
Doesn't he like hearing these three words
It's not like Mingzhu didn't know what he was thinking. His Royal Highness, who was self-restrained and observant of etiquette, was already prejudiced against her and looked down upon her in every way.
Zhao Shi put the hairpin on her dressing table without saying a word, and then asked for water to bathe and freshen up.
The lights were turned off at night, and Mingzhu was held in his arms. There was mist in front of his eyes, and the ends of his eyes were rosy and red. She clenched her petite and slender fingers one by one, pressed them against his chest, and said uneasily: "Your Highness, I'm a little tired."
For several days, even the iron-clad people couldn't stand it.
Zhao Shi gently stroked the back of her neck with his slightly calloused thumb. The light was dim and her vision was unclear. His voice was gentle: "Don't move, just go to sleep."
Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Shi kept his word, and since he promised not to move her, he would not go back on his word.
She leaned on his long arm, her long black and silky hair spread lazily. The person behind her held her waist, and the heat occasionally brushed against her neck when he breathed.
Mingzhu fell asleep slowly in his arms, and woke up the next day full of energy.
She sat in front of the dressing mirror and discovered that there was an extra hairpin on her bun. She looked carefully and saw that it was the hairpin she had confiscated yesterday, with a vivid and beautiful little fox engraved on it.
Mingzhu took off the hairpin, put it on the table and stared at it for a while, then stuffed it into the drawer.
As the prince, Zhao Shi becomes busier and busier as he approaches his new year. He came home at night and stayed in another courtyard for half a month.
Ever since Mingzhu knew that Zhao Shi might marry Mingru as his concubine, she no longer wanted to serve him in bed. She's either jealous, or just a little germy.
Zhao Shi liked kissing her very much and seemed to be unable to put it down as a toy.
The pearly eyelashes were wet from being kissed, and the soft neck was dotted with stars.
After the man kissed her enough, he let her go and took a shower and changed clothes.
After getting on the bed, she said softly: "I feel a little uncomfortable."
She only dared to say this, and she didn't dare to ask him to spend the night elsewhere.
Zhao Shi believed her words at first, and was considerate of her frail body, and even asked the imperial physician in the palace to nurse her back.
After checking her pulse, the imperial doctor said: "The girl's body is cold and weak, and it will take several years to recover. If she doesn't burn out, it will be difficult to have children."
Zhao Shi frowned and asked the imperial doctor to go down and prescribe medicine.
More than half a month passed like this, and Mingzhu's adopted little face was round, her complexion was rosy, she was both charming and charming. It looks like my body is getting better.
Zhao Shi had endured it for more than half a month, sharing the same bed and barely getting close to each other. There was very little cuddling, hugging, kissing and rubbing.
The weather is getting warmer and a light jacket is enough at noon.
On this day, Zhao Shi finished his work and stayed in Wangyue Pavilion for a few more hours.
After Mingzhu finished grinding it for him, she lay lazily on the small table and took a nap. Her delicate and innocent little face was slightly red from the sun, and her honest and childish expression showed a bit of innocence and cuteness.
After Zhao Shi finished practicing calligraphy, he looked up and saw that she was asleep.
After a few moments of silence, the man carried her onto the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then walked out the door.
Mingzhu slept until dark and did not see Zhao Shi again until after dinner.
When she rested at night, the light was blurry and she couldn't see clearly what was in front of her. Her courage had grown somewhat due to the peaceful life these days.
Zhao Shi put her hand on his waist. Her face turned red with embarrassment and she breathed hot air. She said, "I'm sleepy."
Zhao Shi stopped and said, "Go to sleep."
In the next few days, Mingzhu couldn't find any other excuse, so she used the lame word "physical discomfort" to excuse him.
Once or twice, Zhao Shi noticed that she was perfunctory and that she was resisting him.
Zhao Shi was considerate enough, and after realizing her intentions, he felt a little annoyed at being teased.
It was night, and he put on his clothes with a cold expression, "I still have things to do, so you should rest first."
Mingzhu happily lay back on the bed and continued to sleep.
Mingzhu dreamed about the dream she had had a few days ago. The prince's residence was covered with white lanterns and white lanterns, and the smell of burning paper money filled her nose.
She was wandering around this strange mansion like a wandering spirit, and a gloomy cold air seemed to penetrate her body. The slaves were carrying buckets to clean the blood on the steps. Large black and red blood stains were washed away, and buckets of bloody water were carried out one after another.
There was a quarrel not far away.
Mingzhu followed the voice and heard the woman whose face could not be seen clearly say: "Zhao Shi, what do you want? She is already dead! Can you think about it for me? My face has long been lost because of what you have done for her." When the tombstone was erected, it was gone.”
Mingzhu saw the familiar figure standing alone by the window, silent.
The woman seemed to collapse and smiled, "Since you like her so much, why didn't you marry her before you died? You don't know that she likes you and wants to marry you. She kills people with her own hands and regrets it later. She also sees it. Gone."
The man turned around and said calmly without being offended: "Someone, please get the princess out."
Mingzhu woke up from her dream listening to this cold voice. These dreams were really just dreams.
Not only in dreams, but also during the period when she was first reborn, Mingzhu often thought about what would happen after her death. What would happen if Zhao Shi saw her body? Do you regret killing her? Do you feel a little sad too? Will you shed a tear for her
Probably not.
He probably didn't even bother to look at her body, so how could he regret it.
Maybe because of this dream, Mingzhu was in a low mood early in the morning and couldn't get excited about anything.
Mingzhu managed to pull herself together. She thought she had run away with Zhao Shiqi last night, and he would not stay in another courtyard during the recent period. But when she asked, she found that he was still there.
It seems that Zhao Shi will live in another courtyard for a long time.
Others secretly sighed that Miss Mingzhu was so lucky. Not everyone was blessed with successive favors.
However, what was unexpected was that although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince lived in another courtyard, he never set foot in Wangyue Pavilion again, nor did he ask about Miss Mingzhu's current situation. He just pretended that there was no such person.
Mingzhu knew that Zhao Shixin was arrogant and had been rejected by her so many times with false excuses. The anger in her heart was difficult to eliminate for a while. It would be better if he didn't come to see her because of this.
The servants were amazed that Miss Mingzhu could endure it and remained calm despite being ignored. If His Highness didn't come, she wouldn't take the initiative to go there. This was like being pampered and not knowing what the heavens and the earth were.
This guy in Wangyue Pavilion is having a good time, but the others are not feeling so well. Do things carefully every day, not daring to make any small mistakes, for fear of getting caught in the middle and getting into trouble.
Two days before the new year, Mingzhu took the lotus seed soup made by Biying and took the initiative to go to the study to find Zhao Shi.
Zhao Shi heard the announcement and paused with the brush in his hand, "Let her come in."
He lowered his eyes and thought silently, even though he came a little late, he still knew that putting down his body to beg him was not without progress.
Mingzhu did ask him for something, but it was not what Zhao Shi thought.
She calmly placed the lotus seed soup in front of him and said, "Your Highness, this is the soup made in the small kitchen. Please try it."
Zhao Shi did not move, listening attentively to what she was going to say next.
Mingzhu didn't mince words, met his gaze, and said directly: "It's almost the New Year, and I'm here to ask for your favor. I told you last time that I want to go home."
Zhao Shi smiled lightly, "Is this the reason?"
Mingzhu was stunned, huh? Otherwise, what else could there be