Mingzhu carefully looked at the expression on Zhao Shi's face. She carefully considered her words and whispered softly: "Your Highness, it's just a small matter, so just accept it."
Zhao Shi was silent for a while, and a few minutes of silver light under the moon filtered through the window panes, reflecting his cold brows.
Mingzhu has a timid temperament. In front of him, she mostly looks submissive and pitiful. It seems that she doesn't even dare to say anything to him. She only dares to nod and say hello whether she wants to or not.
Shy by nature, timid and weak. It's really rare to see her act coquettishly to please.
But this matter touched his nerves, and he didn't want to just accept her. Ordinarily, her life in the Ming family was not as good as her life in Wangyue Pavilion, so it was difficult to convince him with what she said.
What's more, Zhao Shi didn't know that the fiancé she was engaged to was still in love. If she is really allowed to go back, there is no guarantee that the two of them will not get involved again.
If these two people met, even if they just looked at each other and said nothing, Zhao Shi would not agree.
He had an exclusive desire for Mingzhu that no one else had, and he didn't like the way outsiders looked at her.
"no."
When Mingzhu heard these two words, the breath she had been holding in her chest suddenly released. She endured the grievance, her eyes were red and moist, "Your Highness, I..."
The words just started.
The man took a few steps forward, accompanied by a crisp and cold scent of soap, "I said no."
Mingzhu rarely spoke to him, and Zhao Shi rarely said no to her. Most of the time, her life in Wangyue Pavilion was peaceful and smooth, and she let him arrange it.
Mingzhu was stunned for a moment, then slowly recovered. To be honest, she didn't know why Zhao Shi didn't let her go back to Ming's house for a few days, just like she never understood why Zhao Shi didn't allow her to go out and show her face.
Mingzhu would not be defeated by these two words. She gritted her teeth, approached him, leaned silently in his arms, put her arms around his waist, and whispered, "I haven't been out for a long time. It's really A little lonely.”
This sentence is not a show, but comes from the heart.
Being locked up for ten days and a half is fine, but a year and a half is really frustrating and depressing. The canary kept in the cage needs to be let out, not to mention that she is a living person.
Mingzhu was close to him, and the aura emanating from the man seemed as cold as white snow.
Zhao Shi's body stiffened, and he looked down at the person in his arms, "Don't act like a baby."
Mingzhu felt uncomfortable. If she couldn't get out, she wouldn't be able to save money to find a way out, or plan an escape route.
She didn't want to die again, let alone die in Zhao Shi's hands.
There is nothing more heartbreaking than being killed by someone you love. It’s so sad that every time I think about it, it’s like a heart-piercing pain that won’t go away for a long time.
Mingzhu hugged him, her hot cheek pressed against his clothes, her eyes were red twice, sore and painful, cold and clear water drops slowly fell down the ends of her eyes, she said in a muffled voice with a slight cry: " Your Highness, please let me go home once."
She was born white, looked very beautiful when she cried, her eyelashes were trembling, the tip of her nose was red, she was weak but pitiful.
The tears dripping from the ends of her eyes were like melting ice and snow, crystal clear and dripping down her cheeks.
Zhao Shiqing frowned, unable to say anything harsh for a moment. Half of the skirt of her clothes was wet, and when she touched her face with her fingers, she felt wet traces of water as well.
The girl made no sound when she cried. Only a few low sobs would occasionally escape from her throat. They were soft and waxy, making people feel pity for her.
Zhao Shi wiped her face with his handkerchief, "Stop crying."
Zhao Shi rarely saw her cry. The last time was the night when she was carried in a sedan chair by the Ming family to Wangyue Pavilion. She looked at him pitifully with eyes covered with mist, and said with tears that she was about to get married.
Zhao Shi almost relented and put her back. After several struggles, his desire and ambition for her finally gained the upper hand.
The little girl was crying so hard that she could hardly open her eyes, which were covered with tears. Her soft white hands were tightly grasping his sleeves.
Zhao Shi's heart was twitching, he frowned and said nothing, the corners of his mouth slowly sank, and his mood suddenly dropped.
He gently held her moist and red face with his hands, sighed softly, which was a kind of compromise, and asked softly: "How long do you want to go back?"
Mingzhu was stunned for a few seconds, her eyes were round, and a hint of shock appeared in her stupidity. She sniffed her red nose, her face was soft, and her expression was slightly uneasy, "Ten days."
After saying this number, she slowly raised her eyes and looked at him, her tone was very careful, "Is that okay?"
Zhao Shi held her wrist, his expression serious as he meditated, but it was not as cold as ice as usual, but rather a spring feeling of melting ice and snow.
Ten days was really too long. The words of rejection were on his lips. When he lowered his eyes, he saw that the little girl was looking at him eagerly with expectation and couldn't bear to refuse.
After crying, Mingzhu felt a little dizzy, felt a little sleepy, and wanted to sleep. She said in a good voice: "The Chinese New Year is just ten days away. I want to come back after the New Year's Eve."
Zhao Shi has to stay in the palace to celebrate the New Year every year and won't have time to come to other courtyards before the Lantern Festival.
Zhao Shi looked at her red eyes. After all, he couldn't bear it and felt compassion. He said, "Take Biying with you."
"good."
After Mingzhu fulfilled her wish, she didn't want to stay in the study any longer. "Then Mingzhu will not disturb His Highness."
Zhao Shi glanced at her quietly, but without saying much, asked someone to send her back.
The Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup on the table was already a little cold. Zhao Shi picked up the spoon and took a sip. A greasy sweetness filled his mouth.
The maid waiting outside the study to bring tea and water looked at Mingzhu who had left with some admiration.
In the past few days, anyone with a brain could sense that the prince was in a bad mood, which had something to do with Miss Mingzhu.
The prince does not eat lotus seeds and will not touch them at palace banquets. And he also heard that Miss Mingzhu was not here to invite favors, but she had to come because she had something to ask for.
If the maid can see through things, how can the prince not see it? So he originally thought that Miss Mingzhu had angered His Highness and was asking for trouble. The result surprised him.
It seems that the Pearl girl is still favored, but the flowers are not as popular as ever. I just don't know if she can still flourish when the concubines and the main concubines come one by one.
Late at night, Mingzhu couldn't sleep. She lay down and then sat up from the bed again. She checked her luggage and ordered all the jewelry she wanted to exchange for money.
She will be able to return to Ming's house early tomorrow morning. Ten days were enough for her to do a lot of things.
The tears Mingzhu shed in front of Zhao Shi today were half true and half false, and she felt really sad when she cried.
She herself didn't expect that Zhao Shi would relent and agree to let her go back. She didn't dare to cry before for fear of annoying him, and she never knew that crying was useful.
Biying waited until she couldn't hear the sound, so she quietly entered the room and glanced at the bed, "Girl?"
Biying called softly twice more, but there was no response. The girl must have fallen asleep. She blew out the two bedside lamps, came out of the inner room and immediately went to the study.
Zhao Shi stood in front of the desk, his posture as tall as a cypress, lowered his eyes, and practiced calligraphy quietly. The writing on the paper is stained with ink, and the strokes are sharp and breathtaking.
Biying buried her head, "Girl, these days... I eat well and sleep well, and I haven't noticed anything unusual."
Although Biying was Mingzhu's maid, she was also someone placed beside her by Zhao Shi. She could be regarded as an informant for the time being, and her every move and even what she said would be reported.
Biying added: "The girl seems to like the jewelry you gave her very much. When she is not reading these days, she is counting hairpins."
The man's face was hidden in the dark light, his expression unclear, "Yeah."
He put down what he was doing and said calmly: "Go back to Ming's house and take good care of her."
Biying responded, but the prince's unfamiliar momentum made her dare not raise her head.
"go out."
"yes."
Biying only dared to take a deep breath when she came out of the study. Even though the Prince Qi deliberately restrained his aura in the court, when he raised his eyes and uttered words, there was a sharp edge that seemed to be absent.
Mingzhu woke up from a dreamless night, got up early to freshen up, and picked out a maple-colored waterfowl long skirt with a double-breasted waist and delicate patterns embroidered on the skirt. After applying makeup, the bright color between the eyebrows and eyes cannot be suppressed.
Zhao Shi usually wouldn't allow her to wear such bright clothes. As a little girl, she always loves beauty. Several times I couldn't hold it back and asked him why he didn't let her wear it out
Zhao Shi replied seriously: "Indecent to morals and customs."
Mingzhu didn't think it was immoral, and Zhao Shi seemed to like her dressing like this. He never said that she looked pretty and beautiful in his room.
Biying came in and said, "Girl, the carriage is already waiting outside."
"Then let's go quickly and carry my box up." She couldn't wait.
Several boys carried the box and cage to the back of the carriage. When Mingzhu was about to reach the gate, she looked up at the sky. It seemed that she had not seen such bright sunshine in a long time.
Mingzhu was so distracted that she didn't notice the man who had already walked up to her. Her shoulders suddenly felt heavy and there was a bright red cloak on her shoulders.
She came to her senses dazedly.
Zhao Shi tidied her clothes, and the sunlight caught his delicate and elegant face, with skin as delicate as jade, which made people dazzled by his beauty. He said calmly: "Don't mess around when you go back."
Mingzhu lowered her head and nodded obediently. The little hands in her sleeves clenched silently, and her heart was in the air, fearing that Zhao Shi would regret it and not let her go back.
She looked up again at the man in front of her, "It's getting late."
Zhao Shi touched her face and stuffed a hand warmer into her hand, "Get in the car."
Mingzhu felt a warmth on her cold fingertips. She bowed to him with mixed emotions, then climbed into the carriage. The incense burner was burned in advance, so it was very warm.
The carriage was swaying, and for some unknown reason, Mingzhu, who was sitting in the carriage, suddenly opened the curtain and secretly glanced back.
Zhao Shi stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back, standing like a cedar in the wind and snow, his figure tall and straight but a bit lonely. Mingzhu suddenly thought of her dream. She could not see his face clearly, and could only see a blurry back. He tried his best to stay straight, but she felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness, and even felt a little pitiful about him.
Mingzhu sighed and lowered the car curtain. She had previously thought about whether her grandma might have overstepped her authority and secretly brought her poisoned wine and forced her to die. But it seemed that the glass of wine was really what Zhao Shi meant. It was not like he had never told her that he liked her. After drinking some wine at the banquet, he came back and hugged her, kissing her and saying that he liked her very much.
Sure enough, you can't believe anything a man says when he's drunk.
In a blink of an eye, the carriage stopped at Ming's house.
The people of the Ming family knew about this in advance, but they thought that after a year, she had lost her lust and love, and was rejected by the prince and sent back, so they did not take her seriously. The Ming family wanted to lose face, and her father thought she was a little embarrassed, so the boy outside the door led her carriage to the back door.
"Girl, the second master asked you to go through the back door."
Before Mingzhu could do anything, Biying became angry when she heard this.
The boy who greets you at the door is the most snobbish. The sixth lady is not favored at home. She is dull and unlovable. She is indeed beautiful, but no matter how beautiful she is, she is just like that. I guess the prince had had enough of her being boring and would throw her back when he had enough fun with her.
He was very condescending: "Sixth Miss, please don't make it difficult for us. If you come in through the main entrance, everyone in the capital will know about it immediately. The second master is also doing it for your own good and won't let you lose face." "