The carriage was equipped with commonly used wound medicine. Zhao Shi found the medicine bottle, lowered his head slightly, and frowned. He first wiped her palms with a clean handkerchief, and then spread the ointment little by little.
The smell of this ointment is quite good. It seems to have a vague fragrance of crabapple and pear flowers. It is sweet and greasy, soothing and refreshing.
Mingzhu couldn't move her hand, so she could only let him hold it. She didn't feel the pain of the wound.
She didn't want to pay attention to him, let alone talk to him. He won't feel bad if you scold him.
Zhao Shi helped her prepare the medicine and took out a pair of small scissors from somewhere.
Mingzhu's state immediately became tense, "What are you doing?"
Zhao Shi pressed her fingers and explained lightly: "I'll help you cut your nails."
Mingzhu naturally refused, "I don't want it."
Zhao Shi raised his head, his eyes seemed puzzled, and he asked: "Why?"
After a long pause, the man gently calmed her nerves and said to her gently: "Cut your nails so that you won't hurt yourself next time."
Mingzhu was held in his arms and sat on his lap. When she struggled, the belt around her waist lazily spread out. The fabric was light and the skirt was a little messy.
Her face may have been red with anger, "I don't feel any pain."
Zhao Shi hummed indifferently, grabbed her finger, and looked down. Her fingernails were light pink, not too long, and her face was dyed a very beautiful color.
He still used scissors to cut off the nails on her hands, making them clean and round.
Mingzhu scolded him for being sick.
Zhao Shi didn't react at all, "Well, you can do whatever you want."
He let go of her hand, and she immediately escaped from his arms and sat on the other side of the body.
Mingzhu straightened her messy clothes. She calmed down, looked at him expressionlessly, and asked, "Where is my daughter?"
"That carriage is in the back."
Without saying anything, Mingzhu stood up and walked out.
Zhao Shi had quick eyes and quick hands, and pinched her waist with his green-white fingers. Mingzhu fell down on him, and he frowned, "Where are you going?"
When he spoke, his breath hit her ear, making it feel numb and uncomfortable.
"I will make trouble if she doesn't see her."
Zhao Shi lowered his eyes and thought deeply. After thinking about it, it was indeed the case, but he was a little dissatisfied with this matter. It is not a good thing for children to be too clingy.
"You always spoil her."
When Zhao Shi said this, he did not accuse him, but his low and hoarse voice revealed a little grievance.
Mingzhu knew that his inexplicable possessiveness was causing trouble again, "Xiaoman is very good, I just want to pamper her."
The little girl must be pampered, and Mingzhu is reluctant to spend money on herself, but she is not stingy with her daughter, and uses the best she can give for food and clothing.
Mingzhu was not so calm when she mentioned her daughter to him. She turned her face away, her eyes emotionless, and asked: "When you return to the capital, will you give Xiaoman to someone else to raise him?"
This is what Zhao Shi once said to her personally. If this is the case, is there anything she can do to stop it? It seems that the only solution is to stab Zhao Shi to death first.
She began to think seriously about where she could get a knife, the sharpest knife in the world, to kill with one blow.
Zhao Shi stretched out his hand and touched her outline. He gritted his teeth and said, "No."
Mingzhu no longer had any trust in him. This man never lied to others, but he had very little integrity towards her. He would change at any time.
She asked: "Really? You used to..."
Zhao Shi interrupted her, and the voice squeezed out from deep in his throat was slightly trembling, speaking slowly, as if it was difficult to say, "You didn't want this child at that time. I thought you didn't like her and didn't want to see her." , then he said that he would take the child to the palace to raise him."
But Mingzhu is soft-hearted and is unwilling to really let go of this child.
Mingzhu didn't even react after hearing this. She didn't feel happy because of these words.
More than half an hour later, almost noon, Zhao Shi let her go to the carriage behind to meet the child.
The little girl nestled in her mother's arms aggrievedly, grabbing her sleeves and refusing to let go.
Mingzhu thought she must be frightened, so she coaxed her in a low voice, "Xiao Man is not afraid, mother is here."
Xiaoman is not a little girl who loves to cry, but she was really wronged yesterday. She wiped her tears and hiccupped while crying: "I'm hungry."
Mingzhu wiped her face with a handkerchief, "Let's eat some pastries first to cushion it, okay?"
She nodded, but she was still very picky, "No sesame seeds."
Mingzhu agreed, and then fed her a few pieces of candy cake. She was afraid that her tooth would hurt, so she didn't dare to give her too much.
The little girl had eaten and drank enough, and continued to cling to her mother's body comfortably. Even when she fell asleep, she was reluctant to let go of her fingers holding her sleeves.
It wasn't until late in the evening when it got dark.
Mingzhu didn't even get out of the carriage, so she coaxed her daughter to have a good meal. She told her two stories before coaxing her to sleep.
The carriage was warm, and there were two thick quilts on the soft couch, enough for them to spend the night.
Mingzhu was a little sleepy, and a maid came from outside the carriage and said, "Girl, Your Highness, please go back."
"Say I fell asleep."
"Your Highness won't believe it."
"I dont go."
The little maid didn't dare to speak loudly, so she ran back to resume her life with a grimace.
Mingzhu stuffed a warm bottle into the quilt. She didn't even take off her socks, she just got into the quilt and was about to take a rest.
The car curtain was opened, and Zhao Shi glanced at her, "Are you sleepy?"
Mingzhu ignored him.
Zhao Shi looked sideways at the child who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and he said: "We have arrived at the inn, come down."
Mingzhu could bear it before, but now she can hold it in. She wrapped her daughter in a blanket and carried her out of the carriage.
A gust of cold wind hit her face, blowing her awake. She wore very little trousers and wore a lake blue fairy skirt, which did not block the wind at all.
Zhao Shi took his cloak and put it on her shoulders. Without saying a word, he took her hand and entered the inn.
There were two upper rooms on the second floor, and Zhao Shi asked his mother-in-law to carry the children into the room.
Mingzhu was angry and stared at him.
Zhao Shi casually unbuttoned his cufflinks, took off his wristbands and straps, and said, "A child who is almost three years old really shouldn't sleep in the same room as his mother."
Mingzhu just wanted to laugh after hearing this. She turned around to leave. Zhao Shi had already locked the door and frowned at her haggard face.
Mingzhu was probably angry at him, and her stomach hurt. Her face gradually turned pale, and she covered her stomach with her hands. She took a few steps back and leaned on the table and chair to barely stabilize herself.
Zhao Shi felt flustered and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mingzhu bit her lower lip, reaching the point where she didn't want to say anything to him, even if her eyes turned white in pain, she didn't want to speak.
Zhao Shi caught her body and asked, "Does your stomach hurt?"
The pain was sudden and severe, and she suddenly lost the strength to speak.
Zhao Shi carried her to the bed and asked someone with a cold face to call the accompanying doctor over.
Mingzhu's face was sunk in the quilt, her breathing was deep and slow, and she didn't even bother to move her fingers now.
After giving birth to a child, every menstrual period was excruciatingly painful, and I never had a normal life again. When I had the pain, I wished I could die on the spot.
Zhao Shi sat by the bed, held her in his arms, and put his hands on her belly.
Mingzhu didn't appreciate it at all and gritted her teeth and told him to get out. Her current strength is only enough to say the word "Go".
Zhao Shi didn't expect that she would be so unwelcome to see her when she was in such pain. Did she really hate him that much
Mingzhu's hand suddenly burst out with force, pushing his body away, covering her chest as if she wanted to vomit.
She actually vomited it out.
After vomiting, I didn't feel much better.
Zhao Shi helped her up from the ground, fed her two sips of warm water, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with his fingers. His voice trembled slightly, "Does it hurt?"
Mingzhu bit his wrist to vent her anger.
The doctor rushed over and gave me a prescription and handed over some painkillers.
Zhao Shi opened her lips, fed the pill, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her swallow it.
The medicine took effect quickly, and after a while, the cramping pain subsided.
Mingzhu was unable to bury herself in his chest, and she gradually regained consciousness. Her pale face gradually gained color, but she still looked very weak.
She glanced at the blood mark on Zhao Shi's wrist with a calm expression. She seemed to have just remembered and asked, "When did you let them release Wei Chiyu?"
Zhao Shi was so angry that she vomited blood. She had just recovered a little. Did she still think of Wei Chiyu
Zhao Shi swallowed this breath silently, "After one month of imprisonment, if the government can't produce evidence, he will be released."
Mingzhu nodded, "That's good."
She raised her eyes and looked at him seriously, "Don't lie to me again."
Zhao Shi met her eyes, swallowed his bitterness, and said with a sullen face that he didn't know how.
Mingzhu turned her back to him, and a muffled voice came from the quilt, "Zhao Shi, I can be a concubine, but I don't want to see my sister-in-law, is that okay?"
It doesn’t work.
There was always a chance she could get a knife or a sword.
There was a long sword that he often used hanging in Zhao Shi's study. She closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with images of Zhao Shi being pierced through the heart by her sword.