Mingzhu was really hungry and couldn't bear it. She was so sick that she had a vague consciousness for a few days and couldn't eat much at all.
When I woke up yesterday evening, I hadn't eaten a drop of rice. I had been working hard all night and was exhausted.
After Mingzhu said this, she stood up and ran to the door again. She put her fingers on the deadwood door bolt and pushed hard, but she couldn't push the door.
She told the person at the door that she was hungry, but no one paid attention to her.
She suddenly realized that they were keeping her together with Zhao Shi, whose life and death were unknown, and they would release her only when Mo Yue woke up.
There was only a pot of cold tea left on the round sandalwood table, and Mingzhu drank two cups of cold tea to soothe her stomach.
She sat back on the bedside of Babu, her knees slowly coming together, and she buried her little face between her knees, her long black hair fell down to the edge of her skirt, and her body curled up into a small ball.
There was a candlestick beside the bed, and the candlelight penetrated the lampshade and shone light.
Mingzhu was quiet for a while, then slowly raised her little face, and the candle shadow flickered on her jade-white face.
She turned her head towards the sleeping man on the bed, twitched the corner of her mouth, and laughed softly, her shallow dimples looming, and she said, "Zhao Shi, I don't want to die."
The man was lying quietly on the bed, with a calm expression and beautiful stretched eyebrows, as if he had just fallen asleep temporarily.
Under the pillow, his fingers seemed to move.
Mingzhu didn't regret stabbing her with a knife. The relief was very refreshing. The sound of the blade cutting through the clothes and passing through the flesh was very refreshing.
Now that it was summer, she felt that the room was very cold, and her hands and feet were freezing. She clenched her hands hard, and her eyes turned red inexplicably, "I have had a good enough life. "
Her wishes were small.
She's not greedy either.
Marry someone who loves her, have a husband and raise children, and be quiet and peaceful.
Mingzhu felt that Zhao Shi would probably not wake up, so she murmured to herself, "A few days ago, I dreamed about Wei Chi again, and when he came to my house to propose marriage, I was really happy."
"My mistress and my sister-in-law are both displeasing to me. I don't like the Ming family at all, and I don't want to be a quiet lady at all. But I have to make a living under their noses. Can be obedient and reduce the sense of presence.”
Mingzhu has never said these words in person, so she didn't want to say them before, but now she can't hear anything.
"I really wanted to get married now. Once I get married, I won't have to help Mingru Mingyuan wash clothes. Soaking my hands in cold water will freeze me to death."
Mingzhu didn't know what she was talking about. She talked for a long time and yawned, feeling a little sleepy.
The light from the window gradually dimmed, and I don’t know how long it had passed. Mingzhu was so hungry that she said to herself in a dumb voice: "I won't starve to death."
She also wanted someone to respond. Suddenly, a weak and hoarse voice was heard.
"Won't."
The man's breath was not steady when he spoke, as if he was struggling to squeeze it out of his throat.
Zhao Shi moved his fingers and slowly raised his eyelids. His eyes slowly turned towards her, looking at her face motionlessly.
The hot sweat on her forehead caused by the fever wet a few strands of scattered long hair. She was wearing a snow-colored undershirt and was half leaning on a pillow. Her face and lips were as pale as snow, like a sick beauty.
Zhao Shi had just woken up, and his hard-boned fingers squeezed her palm hard, squeezing her little hand until it hurt.
Mingzhu whispered something about pain.
Zhao Shi relaxed his strength slightly, suppressed the itching in his throat, and called the man guarding the door in with a mute voice.
Manager Lin was overjoyed when he heard His Royal Highness the Crown Prince coughing. He hurriedly unlocked the door with the key and led the doctor into the house.
Zhao Shi had already sat up from the bed, resting his back lazily on the pillow. His long hair was scattered from his back, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and his injuries were not healed, which added a bit of broken beauty.
"Your Highness..."
As soon as Manager Lin opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Zhao Shi with a cold voice. There was no emotion in the man's eyes and he said coldly: "Zhuzhu is hungry."
Manager Lin walked over in a daze, nodding his head calmly, "I'm going to have someone prepare dinner."
Zhao Shi put his fist against his lips, coughed a few times, and then sent the imperial doctor back.
Doctor Liu didn't dare to say anything. Now that the person has woken up, there is no serious problem. He can recover after taking medicine for a month or two and resting for a period of time.
After Manager Lin and Doctor Liu left, Mingzhu and Zhao Shi were the only two people left in the room.
The color of is getting dark, and the light in the room with lights is dim and unclear.
Mingzhu didn't know how much Zhao Shi had just listened to what she said. She felt half uncomfortable at the moment. She found the fire fold and lit two lamps.
The flames sprang up, and the candlelight from the candlestick illuminated their faces.
Zhao Shi looked at her round, bright eyes and waved to her, "Zhuzhu, come here."
Mingzhu stood far away from the bed, looking weak and indifferent, hiding aside and refusing to move.
She happened to be standing in the candlelight, half of her face was reflected in a shiny pink color, and her complexion looked good, much better than when she was unconscious due to illness.
The long-suffering heart disease seemed to disappear with a knife through the heart.
Her illness is fine.
Zhao Shi didn't care that he was stabbed by her.
Zhao Shi bent down and coughed again. He swallowed the blood in his throat as if nothing had happened. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a white handkerchief. His brows slowly came together, and a look of pain suddenly flashed across his brows.
With a slight movement, the wound on the chest was torn, accompanied by heartbreaking pain.
The people in the kitchen happened to be serving the freshly prepared meals at this moment.
There are noodles, vegetables, and soup, and a large table is filled with food.
Mingzhu didn't say a word. She sat down and ate a bowl of plain noodles. She felt something tasted in her mouth, so she sprinkled some chili noodles into the noodle soup.
She had a small appetite and was overly hungry. She ate half the bowl and couldn't eat any more. She put down the chopsticks in her hand and didn't move again.
Zhao Shi was wearing a shirt, and after getting out of bed, he slowly sat across from her. He looked pale and sickly, and his thin body looked a little frail.
I picked up the noodles and took two bites. I was sweating profusely from the spicy food and couldn't suppress my cough for a while.
People who are injured should avoid eating.
, Zhao Shi claimed to be ill, but the news that he had been stabbed was well concealed, and not even a trace of news was leaked.
Only the people in the prince's palace knew the inside story, but few dared to tell even a single word.
Zhao Shi was recovering from his injuries in the mansion, and Mingzhu never asked about his injuries.
She became the crown princess inexplicably, but she couldn't be happy at all.
People who never thought highly of her are now extremely polite and respectful to her.
Mingzhu didn't want the status of princess, so she went to the study to mention this matter to Zhao Shi. She lowered her head and said casually: "I have made progress in my studies, but I am not smart enough to support my status as a crown princess."
Zhao Shi didn't look very good after hearing this, so he said yes and said it didn't matter.
Mingzhu raised her face and came up with all kinds of incredible excuses.
Zhao Shi listened quietly, and after she finished speaking, he uttered four words in a warm voice: "has a relationship with ."
Mingzhu stopped talking, knowing that no matter what she said, he would not listen.
Zhao Shi couldn't help but hugged her onto his lap, pinched her soft waist with his palms, and brushed his thin lips against her delicate cheek. His breath was cold and his words were soft, "Change, take the child to the palace to meet him." My mother, she doesn’t know you’re alive.”
Mingzhu felt conflicted in her heart. With such a close distance, she could smell the cold pine scent on the man, like sawdust mixed with white pears in autumn. It wasn't unpleasant, but it added a sense of distance.
Mingzhu raised her eyes and asked seriously, "Aren't you afraid that I will stab you again?"
"The dagger is on the bookshelf." After a pause, Zhao Shi added, "I won't stop you."
"If I stab you to death, they will ask me to be buried with you."
Zhao Shi smiled, "That's why I can't die."
Even if you crawl out of hell, you have to crawl out.
Mingzhu deliberately put her hands on her injured chest. The man could bear it beyond expectation and his expression didn't move at all.
Mingzhu has the illusion that she is the clown.
Song Huaiqing heard that the prince was seriously ill, and it was unprecedented for him to go to the morning court for more than half a month.
and Wei Liu came to visit together. Manager Lin invited the two of them to the study door, while he went to the study to knock on the door and send a message to them.
Zhao Shi casually said something to let them in, but as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.
He glanced at Mingzhu's graceful figure with solemn eyes and glanced around, but he never saw a side hall where he could hide and rest.
When Song Huaiqing saw Mingzhu in the study, he didn't feel strange at all. He raised his brows slightly, stretched out the folding fan in his hand, took a deep look at Mingzhu, and asked, "Is the prince's illness better?" ?”
Zhao Shi responded casually, "He has recovered."
He turned his face and lowered his head to speak softly to Mingzhu, "Didn't you sleep well last night? Go back to the house and rest first."
Mingzhu's eyes looked strange and confused. She slept well last night.
But she also had objections to Zhao Shi wanting to drive her away. She originally didn't want to be alone with , let alone talk to .
Mingzhu went to the hospital to look for her daughter. Zhao Shi placed four maids and two nuns around Xiaoman to take care of her daily life.
The little girl was not frightened at all when she came to a strange place. She was very dignified and well-mannered when ordering her servants.
But when the little girl came to her mother's side, she would only open her arms and softly ask for a hug.
Mingzhu smiled tenderly, bent down to pick her up, and said yes with a smile.
After a while, Mingzhu held the little girl and sat on the swing in the yard. She held a book of poems that she had read in her hands and slowly read to her in a slow tone.
The little girl listened with great interest, pinched her fingers and was reluctant to let go.
Zhao Shi and Song Huaiqing walked through the corridor and the corner. In the midsummer afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. The brilliant sunlight penetrated the mottled branches and buds, and shone just right on Mingzhu's delicate and white side face. She had a smile at the corner of her mouth, as if she had told a joke, and put her hand in her arms. The little child narrowed his eyes and laughed.
Song Huaiqing narrowed his eyes to hide the darkness in his eyes, pretending to be relaxed, "Do you really want to marry her as the crown prince?"
Zhao Shi said: "Yes."
Song Huaiqing sneered and said, "My good cousin, she has someone else in her heart."
Zhao Shi was silent for a while, then lowered his eyes and said calmly: "I know."