Mingzhu was naturally very happy when she saw him. She lowered her eyelashes with a cold expression and didn't look at him. She struggled to free her wrist from his hand. She had delicate skin that could be broken by a blow. With a little force, two conspicuous red fingerprints were left on her wrist, which was as white as snow.
Zhao Shifang had used his hands too hard, and his knuckles were faintly white. He endured it, curled up his thumbs, and did not touch her again.
He looked at her and asked coldly: "Shouldn't you be happy when you see someone? Why are you crying?"
Mingzhu was angry and furious. She didn't know how much he had seen in the scene just now. She clenched her fingers and said, "I can cry if I want to."
Zhao Shi didn't like her crying for others, her eyes were red from crying, and her pitiful sobs were like piercing his heart, making him feel tight in the chest and short of breath, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
Most of the time when she cries, she makes no sound at all. She is so frail and pitiful.
Zhao Shi looked at her red eyes coldly, and made a mean circle around his mouth, but never said anything.
On a spring day, Zhao Chi smelled the faint fragrance of apricot flowers on her body and asked, "Do you really like him?"
Zhao Shi regretted saying this. He shouldn't have asked, because he wouldn't hear what he wanted to hear from her.
She couldn't hide something. Yesterday she told him with red eyes that she wanted to marry Wei Chiyu as his wife. It was not as if she was lying in anger.
In two years, if something really happened between them, he would have no time to stop it.
Zhao Shi pinched his fingers hard, raised his eyes, and spoke before her, "Carriage."
Mingzhu didn't listen to him at all now, and refused without thinking.
Zhao Shi pursed his lips and took her directly to the carriage without saying a word.
Mingzhu would rather face the wind outside the window than look at him.
Zhao Shi sat down and poured himself a cup of tea, "Wei Chiyu was very scheming and asked him to destroy all the witnesses and physical evidence. If you cry for him because you are worried about him, you will be wasting your tears."
Mingzhu said: "If you are an official, you can't stand firm with just a few tricks."
Zhao Shi lifted the lid of the cup and took two sips of the bitter tea. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his smile was a bit sarcastic, "You will excuse him."
Mingzhu lowered her face slightly and said nothing.
After a while, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley.
Mingzhu held up the hem of her skirt and jumped into the car. She ran too fast and almost fell. Zhao Shi helped her behind her, but she didn't appreciate it.
A new branch sprouted out in the yard, and the tender green branches were dotted with a few touches of color.
Zhao Shi followed her into the house, but Mingzhu couldn't drive him away, so she treated him as nothing and ignored him.
Xiaoman had been seeing her mother since she got up in the morning, and she was about to make a fuss. Hongling tried to coax her with two candies, and she was exhausted both physically and mentally. I had never seen such a clingy child!
Is it possible that Mingzhu was so clingy when she was a child? She really saw it.
The little boy has two cute and fluffy little ones on his head. He has red lips, white teeth, and beautiful facial features. His eyes are red after crying. The little girl buried herself in the pillow, feeling aggrieved.
Hong Ling was afraid that she would suffocate him, so he quickly dug her out of the bed, hugged her and said calmly: "Your mother has something to do and will be back soon."
"Oh." The little girl's voice was muffled, as if she wasn't very satisfied with this explanation and wasn't very happy.
"You are almost three years old, how can you still cling to your mother like this?"
"oh."
"..." Hong Ling felt that Xiaoman's personality probably followed that of her father, and she was too difficult to maintain!
Mingzhu pushed the door open and entered the house, and saw her daughter lying on Hongling's shoulder, sobbing quietly, looking very sad.
She felt distressed immediately, so she walked over and hugged her, "What's wrong with Xiaoman?"
When the little girl looked up and saw her mother, she immediately stopped crying and stretched out her hands for her to hold.
Mingzhu held her daughter and coaxed her for a long time before coaxing her. Hongling was just about to say something when she caught a glimpse of the man outside the door and blurted out, "Why is he here?!"
Hongling had a loud voice, and her voice could be heard by everyone in the room.
After a while, people said .
Hongling still had lingering fears about this man. After several visits, she knew that he was not someone to be trifled with, so she silently stood behind Mingzhu and hid herself.
Zhao Shi looked at the little girl in Mingzhu's arms. There was an obvious change in his eyes. He stared deeply at the little girl's face for a few times. After a closer look, his appearance seemed to be more similar to that of Mingzhu, especially this Her round eyes, looking at others seriously, were almost the same as her mother's.
Zhao Shi took a few steps forward, while Mingzhu dodged back.
The man stopped and didn't move again. He has suppressed his emotions since yesterday and has been enduring it again and again. He said: "Don't spoil her."
What does it look like to always cling to my mother
Mingzhu was stunned, "You can't control it."
Zhao Shi chuckled, "Why can't I control my daughter?"
Mingzhu is not sure what his attitude is towards his daughter. She can't tell whether he can tolerate his daughter. If he can tolerate her, it will not be a good thing for her.
If he insists on taking the child back to the capital, what will she do
Do you have to watch your child being raised by others? Let the child be called 人倌? No, no, she can't do it.
But Zhao Shi told her at that time that he would take the child to the palace to raise her. Mingzhu was scared now. Her hands holding the child couldn't stop shaking. She said stubbornly: "It's not yours."
Zhao Shi raised his eyes to look at her and spoke clearly: "If not, I will kill her."
"you!"
Even Hong Ling, who was used to being wild and mischievous, was shocked when she heard this. She had such a loud tone and such a cruel heart to say such a thing to this cute little girl.
Hongling was so angry that she completely forgot about her fear, and stood up from behind Mingzhu, "How do you, a bitch, have a conscience? Zhuzhu almost had dystocia when she gave birth to her child, and she was a white-eyed wolf at heart and lungs. It would be better for the child to have you as his father."
Zhao Shi's eyes were a little vacant. He clenched his fingers hard and asked in a hoarse voice: "Difficult childbirth?"
Hong Ling nodded, "Yes. You don't know how dangerous it was at that time, with basins of blood coming out of the house. If she hadn't been so lucky, I really thought she would have died that night."
Zhao Shileng had a face, and he swallowed the bitter throat silently.
She was weak and he knew that.
When I was in the Prince's Mansion, I saw a lot of improvement after more than half a year of recuperation.
Mingzhu tugged on her sleeve, "You said it."
How could Hongling listen to her advice now? She was so angry that she wanted to make this bitch recognize her. "You don't think Zhuzhu still has you in her heart, do you? She was eight hundred years old." I will forget about you completely. It is enough to meet someone unkind once in your life. A man like you, a wolf-hearted man, will be punished sooner or later!"
Zhao Shi's face had no color at all. He was standing by the window with the backlight on. His extremely beautiful face was very pale. He was vaguely angry and said, "Get out of the way."
Hongling held her head high as if she wanted to argue with him. Mingzhu quickly held her down and said, "Hongling, really don't say anything."
Hong Ling stamped her feet when she was angry. She felt that her character was too soft and she should scold him harshly when facing such a man. Besides, didn't she have Wei Chiyu to support her? No matter how powerful this man was, he would probably be as powerful as Wei Chiyu.
Besides, Hong Ling has seen a lot of men like him who have hurt people's hearts and want to beg him back by saying sorry in an understatement. What a fool's errand!
Hong Ling looked at the man with squinting eyes and said arrogantly: "You are pestering me, Zhuzhu. I, Zhuzhu, will still be an official's wife in the future! You are delaying her marriage!"
Zhao Shi was filled with rage, but it burned his heart to the core. The pain made him numb. He raised his hand, his patience exhausted, and said, "Take her out."
The entourage immediately threw Hong Ling out of the house, and two men with knives at their waists stared at her.
Hong Ling was not a woman who gave up easily. She shouted to the people in the room: "Madam, do you know what she is? She is the official's wife! I don't know how many people in Yangzhou City like me." Pearl, if you pick any one, you will be the best among people."
Hong Ling said at the top of her voice: "Zhuzhu, if you ask me not to marry Wei Chi, it's okay. Didn't that prince say he likes you? It's not a bad idea for you to marry him. Once you become the prince, Madam, then let your husband kill him!"
The more she talked, the more she felt that it would be better if she really did this.
Mingzhu was dumbfounded inside. She sighed slowly and thought about it seriously. If she was really desperate, this idea sounded pretty good.
Zhao Shi was quiet for a while. If he had met her in Yangzhou, would she have married someone soon
Zhao Shi raised his eyes and twitched the corners of his lips, "Wei Chiyu wants to marry you?"
Mingzhu could hear the unkindness in his faint tone. Did he think that she was once her concubine, so she was not worthy of marrying someone else as his wife? He doesn't look down on her identity, and he feels that others don't look down on her.
"right."
"Thank you for marrying him." Zhao Shi said, otherwise he would not even give Wei Chi any time.
Zhao Shi leaned closer to her, his body exuding a light pine scent, which smelled refreshing and pleasant. He stood like a pine tree, with two pieces of white jade hanging from his waist.
The two were very close at this time, and Zhao Shi originally wanted to say that he could marry her.
We had been getting married one after another before, but we didn't have to worry about it again.
Zhao Shi knew that he really had to be her in this life. When Gu Shuyi got married, he felt it was a pity. I used to look at the most suitable candidate for the Crown Princess, but later I didn't even have the interest to take a second look.
He is not good at talking and prefers to get things done without saying a word.
Zhao Shi had already begun to think about how angry she would be if he brought her back to the capital.
Should I still hold a knife and push it into his hand? I would rather die than obey.
If that were the case, it would be like stabbing a knife into his heart.