Mingzhu herself felt that what she said was a bit ridiculous, a childish lie, and no one would believe it.
Of course Zhao Shi wouldn't believe it. He looked at her eyes of fear and disgust and abruptly retracted his steps.
The scorching sun was hanging in the sky, and the blazing sunlight above his head made his face even whiter. He lowered his face and said in a hoarse voice: "I will not threaten you with my child."
The stone in Mingzhu's heart fell to the ground, and she didn't dare to completely believe what he said.
After Xiaoman woke up Hongling, he ran out again, hugged Mingzhu's calf, stretched out his arms toward her, and raised his chubby little face, "Mom, give me a hug."
The little girl is very clingy. She likes to stick to her mother all day long and cannot be separated from her while sleeping.
Mingzhu picked her up, fearing that the child would be exposed to the sun, so she first blocked her from the sun with her hands, and then took her to rest under the pavilion.
Zhao Shi was like an outsider, unable to speak.
Mingzhu promised to make a kite for her daughter, and there was oil paper and paint prepared in advance in the pavilion. She pinched her daughter's chubby little face, lowered her head and discussed with her in a gentle voice, "Just sit down and let mother make a kite for you, okay?"
The little girl was reluctant to let go of her hand, burying herself in her mother's neck and smelling her mother's fragrance.
Mingzhu laughed helplessly, "Little clingy spirit."
The little girl didn't quite understand the meaning of "little clingy spirit", so she grabbed her mother's collar with her round and fleshy fingers. After a while, she reluctantly let go.
Mingzhu put her into the small bamboo chair and concentrated on making her a kite.
Mingzhu's craftsmanship was good, but she was still confused as to what style to draw on it. She bent down and asked, "What little animals does Xiao Man like?"
"Die, die, want butterfly."
"good."
But Mingzhu's painting skills are not as good as her calligraphy, so they are really not that good.
Mingzhu picked up the pen but couldn't put it down and didn't dare to act rashly.
Zhao Shi walked up behind her quietly, silently took the brush in her hand, and with a few strokes, he sketched out the butterfly pattern, which was lifelike, smart and lively.
Mingzhu's thin lips pursed into a faint straight line. She was a little annoyed. An inexplicable anger surged in her chest, but she couldn't vent it out.
Zhao Shi's voice came over in a deep voice, "Okay."
Mingzhu didn't expect that the serious and solemn Crown Prince would make some gadgets.
She said nothing.
I don’t even want to hand the first kite into my daughter’s hands.
Xiaoman was a little restless, sitting crookedly on the bamboo chair and trying to stand up.
Mingzhu was afraid that she would fall, so she quickly supported her, "Don't move."
Xiao Man opened his watery black eyes and said, "Mom, I want to fly."
Mingzhu managed a smile and said, "Okay."
Then he put the newly made kite in her hand and said, "Take it and play with it."
Of course, two or three-year-old children cannot fly kites. They just hold the paper kite firmly in their palms and play with it randomly.
The little girl played for a while and then got sleepy. She climbed onto Mingzhu's body, hugged her mother's neck, sniffed the familiar fragrance and fell asleep.
Mingzhu carried her daughter into the house, covered her with a quilt, and then walked out of the bedroom.
She couldn't guess what Zhao Shi was planning, but it didn't matter. He couldn't stay in Yangzhou city for the rest of his life like her.
Mingzhu didn't even pour a cup of tea for Zhao Shi, but the man didn't mind.
He asked: "Just you three living here?"
Mingzhu didn't want to pay attention to him at all, pretending to be deaf and dumb, and used her temper unscrupulously.
Zhao Shi looked at her side face and vaguely saw some anger. More than two years had passed, and when she got angry, she was no different from before. She didn't like to deal with others.
Zhao Shi's tone was gentle and gentle, and there was no hint of emotion or anger, "Did Wei Chiyu already know that you were in Yangzhou?"
When Mingzhu heard Wei Chiyu's name from his mouth, she couldn't control her emotions. She couldn't pretend to be mute, so she said firmly, "No."
Zhao Shi asked her: It was just a formality, and the truth had already been found out. The man suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pinched her chin, staring at her with a discerning look, with a sarcastic look on his face, "What are you afraid of?"
His eyes were dark and cold, "Are you afraid that I will kill him?"
Mingzhu endured not speaking.
Zhao Shi smiled and said, "I don't know how."
It would not be difficult for him to kill Wei Chiyu. No matter how you think about it, this is a loss-making business. I didn’t kill him before and I won’t kill him in the future.
Mingzhu raised her eyes and asked him: "When will you return to the capital?"
Zhao Shi's wrist suddenly tightened and clasped her chin, "You don't want to see me that much?"
Mingzhu was not as timid as before, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said, "Yes."
Zhao Shi slowly loosened his fingers, as if they were stuck in his throat.
…
There was someone guarding the outside of Mingzhu's small courtyard. The man in black with a long knife across his waist attracted attention. Neighbors frequently raised eyebrows and discussed privately, but no one dared to approach the yard where Mingzhu lived.
Hongling wanted to drive away several cold-looking men in black, and cursed most of them, but they seemed to be unable to hear anything.
Hong Ling had the courage to push them away, but the knife was immediately pressed against her neck. The man in black said coldly: "If the sword is weak, it will be bad if it hurts the girl."
Hong Ling still cherished her little life and ran back to the house rolling and crawling.
"Zhuzhu, what should we do with those people at the door?"
"Let them do it."
"Is this the person Xiaoman's father sent to watch over you?"
Mingzhu took off the tassels on her bun and shook her head. Her long black hair was spread loosely on her back, framing her thin and fair face. She looked at the person in the mirror and hummed in a low voice.
It's not surprising that Zhao Shi would send someone to watch her.
Hong Ling was shocked, "Who is he? I think even the people in the government are polite and give in when they see him."
Mingzhu smiled bitterly, thought for a while, and uttered four words: "The power is overwhelming."
Although Hong Ling has not changed yet, she can understand the meaning of the four words . She looked at Mingzhu with worried eyes and carefully asked her, "Do you want to go back with him?"
A man of great power.
Domineering and ruthless, if you really want to do something, it's easy.
Hongling scolded Zhao Shi several times over and over in her mind. When she first came to Yangzhou City, she felt that Mingzhu was depressed all day long and it was difficult for her to do anything that could make her really smile.
Later, the child was born.
Later, she seemed to be less resistant to Master Wei, and the smile on her face became more numerous. Seeing that something good was about to happen, this dog man actually came over and killed him.
Mingzhu shook her head.
Hongling was uneasy, "He won't force you, right?"
Look at the way this bitch behaved today. He sent his own people to guard them without saying a word. He said it was nice to say that he was here to protect them, but how could there be any danger in Yangzhou City
Mingzhu smiled at her, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."
Hongling couldn't figure it out, "I really don't know how he found him."
Mingzhu said: "I have not been very lucky since I was a child."
She is a really unlucky person.
Nothing bad happened to her.
Mingzhu didn't know what Zhao Shi wanted to do. She went out as usual every day, but no one followed her.
It's just that she hasn't seen Wei Chiyu for several days, hasn't asked for any news from him, and has been restless for several days.
Two days later, Mingzhu finally saw Wei Chiyu. Their eyes met, and her eye circles suddenly turned red.
Wei Chiyu's face was unusually pale. He smiled at her, endured the pain, and asked, "Why are your eyes red?"
Mingzhu took a few steps forward but didn't dare to reach out and touch him, "Are you okay?"
Wei Chi smiled widely, "What can happen to me? Don't worry."
In just a few days, Mingzhu felt that his figure looked a little thinner, his complexion looked pale, and he seemed to have lost weight again.
Mingzhu didn't know why she wanted to cry when she saw him. She lowered her eyelashes and hid her red eyes. She took out the kneepad she had given him a few days ago and handed it to him, "It's for you."
Wei Chiyu squeezed the knee brace tightly with his thin and white fingers, said thank you to her, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "You don't have to do it for me with your own hands."
Trouble and trouble.
And he remembered that Mingzhu didn't like needlework at all. When he asked her to give him a few purses, she would complain several times, saying that her hands hurt.
Fine needlework will inevitably hurt your fingers.
Mingzhu said: "There is a difference between something made by one's own hands and something bought."
A touch of red appeared in Wei Chiyu's ears. He smiled and said in a warm voice, "Yes, it's different."
If the pearly face is covered with powder, the snowy porcelain skin is smudged with the color of spring. Before parting, she said to Wei Chiyu: "You have to take good care of yourself."
"good."
A few days later, Mingzhu learned from Hongling that Wei Chiyu was seriously ill and was being held under house arrest by the government officials.
If the doctor can't get in, there will be no one to treat him.
Mingzhu guessed that this matter must be related to Zhao Shi. The birthday of Ansheng in the past few days made her mistakenly think that Zhao Shi had returned to Beijing and would not come to see her again. It turned out that he still wanted to force her.
Mingzhu still remembered where Zhao Shi lived. She coaxed her daughter to take a nap, then went out and went to find Zhao Shi.
The attendant at the door of the mansion seemed to have expected that she would come today, and respectfully invited her outside the study.
Mingzhu heard a dull cough, and the heavy wooden door was opened from the inside. She stepped over the threshold and walked in with thin steps.
Zhao Shi took a few sips of warm water to suppress the blood in his throat. She was willing to come to him, but he was not happy at all.
Zhao Shi looked at her face and asked slowly: "Are you begging me for him?"
Wei Chi had done a lot of killing and selling goods more than two years ago. His hands and feet were clean and there was no leakage. It’s not without flaws. After someone found out the evidence, Zhao Shi naturally wanted him to shed a layer of his skin.
"You said you wouldn't kill him."
Zhao Shi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, "It's the person arrested by the Yamen."
When Mingzhu liked him before, she felt that she would be her for the rest of her life. But now she was standing in front of him, and all she could think about was his fault.
Her eyes moved to the long sword hanging on the wall. The sword looked very sharp.
She slowly moved her steps and walked up to Zhao Shi. The woman seemed to have an elegant scent of orange blossoms. She grabbed his hand and put a dagger into her palm. She said, "Why don't you kill it with your own hands first?" Got me."
Zhao Shi's face was as white as paper and his fingers were trembling slightly.
Mingzhu raised her delicate snow-white face and smiled at him, "Zhao Shi, I want to marry him."
This was the first time she smiled at Zhao Shi after he found her.