After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Chapter 83

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Song Huaiqing remained silent for a long time. His deep eyes fell on Mingzhu's side face, and then he looked away without leaving any trace.

Several years have passed, and Mingzhu still seems to have remained the same, with a slim and graceful figure, and a face as pure as hibiscus in the clear water, which captivates the soul like a thrilling one.

Song Huaiqing has lived for so many years. He has never seen any kind of woman, and there are no people in his backyard. He is not a person who will be dazzled by beauty.

You can't blame him for being obsessed with threatening her that day in Yangzhou City.

She had a pure and beautiful smile, and her eyes seemed to have hooks at the end, like both a lotus and a rose. Her beauty was indeed very moving.

When men saw her, they all wanted to take her as their own. It would be better to hide her in the backyard and raise her.

Song Huaiqing didn't know if Mingzhu told Zhao Shi about the threat he had made to her, but he probably didn't tell her.

A bit of regret flashed through Song Huaiqing's heart, and the indescribable melancholy was fleeting.

It's such a pity.

If she were still a concubine, things would be much easier to handle.

Song Huaiqing came back to his senses, turned his head to look at Zhao Shi's face, and asked in a low voice: "Why did His Highness suddenly become ill? Is he still so seriously ill?"

Zhao Shi said perfunctorily: "I didn't pay attention to adding clothes at night."

Song Huaiqing raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Highness, it doesn't look like you have a cold when you go up there."

His complexion was really too pale, and his face had become much thinner.

Zhao Shi glanced sideways at him, straightened his lips, and replied coldly: "It's indeed Feng Han."

Song Huai finished counting and did not continue to ask. He came today and brought some high-quality supplements, including ginseng, deer antler, and bird's nest.

But whether he came to visit Zhao Shi or had other selfish motives, only he knew.

Mingzhu held the child on her lap, casually folded two branches with new buds, and taught her daughter how to make a garland step by step.

Xiao Man's little chubby hands are very clumsy and he can't learn how to do it.

The almost three-year-old child is already shy, and may feel embarrassed. He drops the branch in his hand, buries his face in his mother's arms, and says in a sweet voice, "I don't want to learn anymore."

Mingzhu let her go and touched her head, "Okay."

Mingzhu made two garlands in one go and placed them in her fleshy hands, "Okay, aren't they pretty?"

Xiaoman squeezed it hard and couldn't put it down. She nodded, "Beautiful, I like it."

Mingzhu was all focused on her daughter and didn't notice anyone behind them.

Zhao Shi didn't like others staring at Zhuzhu before, and he didn't like it now either. He said, "Let's go."

Song Huaiqing narrowed his eyes and said casually: "Your daughter has the same personality as you."

"Yeah?"

Song Huaiqing frowned slightly, "Don't you see it?"

Zhao Shi thought for a while and said, "Follow me, indeed." He turned his eyes sideways and asked thoughtfully, "Why, do you also want a child?"

The smile at the corner of Song Huaiqing's mouth paused slightly, "There's no hurry."

Zhao Shi remembered that there were many women in Song Huaiqing's backyard, and he was quite romantic, but the marriage could not be decided for a long time.

Zhao Shi would not worry about other people's marriage affairs, so he was sent to the door.

He turned around and returned to the backyard.

When Mingzhu is with her daughter, she is extraordinarily gentle, with smooth eyebrows and no coldness at all.

She wears a garland of green branches on her head, her long hair is flowing, and her eyes are like the thin wings of a butterfly. The pure color is attractive. She wore a light gauze Ruan Luo skirt, with layers of gauze flying around. Her slender arms were whitened by the sun, and her snow-white skin was slightly green under the skin. After weaving the garland, she began to tell her daughter about folklore. So ‌.

The little girl felt drowsy after hearing this. She couldn't hold back her sleepiness. When she drooped her eyelids, she was still afraid that she would leave. She grabbed her finger uneasily and said, "Mom, I won't leave."

Mingzhu felt very distressed. She had been ill for a long time and could not be with her.

Mingzhu touched her daughter's little face and said, "Okay, I'll sleep with you in my arms."

Mingzhu didn't even notice when Zhao Shi came up behind her.

She turned around with her daughter in her arms and was stunned when she saw the figure standing under the tree.

Zhao Shi walked over slowly, stretched out his arms, "I'll do it."

When she wasn't paying attention, the little girl in her arms was picked up by him.

Zhao Shi was injured, but it didn't bother him.

The summer breeze blows, warm and gentle.

Mingzhu stood in the wind, raised her head slightly, and looked at Zhao Shi. He was wearing a moon-white gown, with a jade belt around his waist, and cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs. He was thin and rugged, looking like a green pine.

He kept a straight face, and his cold sense of distance made people put him off.

Mingzhu suddenly felt melancholy and didn't know why she was sad.

She was impressed by his gentleness and seemed to really like him.

It's a pity that now, the joy of the past has long been lost in the years.

She struggled hard, but the other part of the kite string was still firmly in his hand.

Mingzhu's eyes were sore, maybe she really wanted to live with Zhao for the rest of her life.

Zhao Shi saw her eyes wet and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mingzhu turned away, "Nothing."

Zhao Shi pursed his lips, "Why are you sad?"

He was extremely observant and extremely sensitive to her emotions.

She was sad.

Looks can't deceive.

Mingzhu remained quiet and didn't speak. In fact, she didn't know what to say.

Zhao Shi twitched the corner of his mouth, his face a little ugly, "Is it really that sad to be with me?"

Mingzhu is not good at lying, and every time she lies she will be caught by him.

She simply didn't answer.

Zhao Shi would rather she said that the last sentence was not true, but it happened to her, than not saying a word like now.

The fragility and sadness she unintentionally revealed, as well as this dead silence, were like hot and red molten iron being poured on his heart, making the flesh sizzle.

The dense and seemingly endless pain penetrated the spinal cord.

Zhao Shi took a deep breath, he shouldn't ask.

He carried the child into the house, took off her shoes and put them on the bed, and then lowered the bed curtain to block the weak light.

In the evening, Zhao Shi wanted to change his dressing.

In front of her, he untied the knots on his clothes and took off his clothes one by one. The wounds had not yet completely scabbed over and it still hurt when he touched them.

Zhao Shi asked Mingzhu to give him medicine.

Mingzhu thought for a moment, "I'm not very good at it because I'm clumsy."

Zhao Shi said: "It doesn't matter."

Mingzhu lowered her head and lowered her eyes. She was very timid. She was tortured by nightmares that night, and was encouraged by her uncontrollable anger and hatred. She stabbed him without hesitation. ‌She doesn't even have the courage to face her wounds now.

She didn't dare to look.

Uncontrollably, she remembered that there was blood all over the floor that day, all on her hands and on her clothes.

Mingzhu's hands were shaking while holding the medicine bottle. She slowly lifted the gauze on his chest, glanced at it, and then moved her eyes away.

Her fingers kept trembling, and she said, "I'm going to call someone."

Zhao Shi suddenly held her wrist, "What are you afraid of?"

He didn't embarrass her, "I'll do it myself."

Mingzhu couldn't wait to return the medicine bottle to him and hid aside as if running away.

Zhao Shi tore off the superficial scab with an expressionless face, without even frowning, and poured a whole bottle of medicinal powder up.

The fine powder was mixed with flesh and blood, and it was as if Mingzhu could hear the sound of sparks burning, and it was very painful when it was touched.

After Zhao Shi changed his medicine and put on his clothes, he was already breaking out in a cold sweat. His face was frighteningly white and lifeless.

Logically speaking, he should be weak, but when he turned off the lights and went to sleep at night, Mingzhu was tied up by his arms and couldn't breathe smoothly. The man's hands on her waist were too tight, and he pinched her waist hard, for fear of She ran away.

Mingzhu said she felt uncomfortable, and he relaxed.

She turned her back to him and closed her eyes in a daze. When she was about to fall asleep, she felt a stiffness in her lower back, and the soft flesh on her waist felt uncomfortable.

She subconsciously hid forward, but the man behind her dragged her back.

Mingzhu felt that her waist was hurting even more. She reached out to grab it, and heard a low groan behind her ears.

Mingzhu woke up from her sleep almost immediately. She was stunned for a few seconds and quickly let go.

Her little face was burning red, she crawled forward and hid under the quilt.

Zhao Shi knew that he had frightened her, so he had been very restrained and forbearing. After all, he had not eaten meat for two or three years.

Zhao Shi reached out to retrieve her body, his hot palm gently soothed her back, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep peacefully."

Mingzhu curled up, still looking very distrustful.

Zhao Shi said: "No matter what I want to do, I still have to wait for my injury to recover."

Mingzhu thought about it and felt that what he said made sense and he probably wasn't lying to her.

She gradually let go of her nervous defenses, and the thorns on her body softened.

Mingzhu didn't sleep well all night. When she got up the next day, her waist hurt.

She searched around but couldn't find the child. Manager Lin told her that the little princess had been carried to the study by His Royal Highness early in the morning.

When Mingzhu rushed over, Zhao Shi was teaching his daughter how to read.

Mingzhu criticized this and couldn't help but say: "She is still young."

"Well, I just want to teach her her name."

Zhao Shi asked his grandma to carry the child down, then looked at Mingzhu and asked, "Have you slept enough?"

Mingzhu usually has to sleep for an extra hour.

"enough."

Zhao Shi planned to take her to the palace in the afternoon. He said to her, "Zhao Xin held a banquet in the palace today. She has been thinking about you very much in the past few years."

Mingzhu knew that the princess was a wonderful person, kind-hearted and cheerful.

Seeing that her resistance was not high, Zhao Chi breathed a sigh of relief and then said, "I will take you into the palace to meet her."

"good."

The maid serving Mingzhu was replaced, and Biying was sent to nowhere by Zhao Shi. She has never seen Biying since she returned to Beijing.

The new little maid doesn't talk much but is diligent with her hands and feet.

Mingzhu changed into a lake blue waist gauze skirt, the fabric was rare smoked gauze, the gauze curtain was fairy-like, and the waist was tied with beaded tassels, tightening the slender waist, and lining the chest. She has a head full of green silk hair pulled up into the most popular bun, and there is a finely crafted golden step in her hair. The earlobe cartilage is worn with Yingluo earrings, which is soft and graceful.

People in the capital only knew that the crown prince had accepted a concubine. Although there was no wedding ceremony, the title had been decided, and the crown prince's name had been listed on the Royal Jade Butterfly, which was justifiable.

The noble ladies from the aristocratic families in the capital couldn't help but want to know who this never-before-seen Crown Princess was, but unfortunately, no one knew.

Even the princess doesn't know.

It's like no one has seen it.

Zhao Shi originally wanted to take Mingzhu to his mother's bedroom to pay respects, but then he learned that his father had taken his mother to ride a horse and hunt.

Mingzhu's hand hurt a little from his hold, "My hand hurts, please be gentle."

Sometimes Zhao Shi couldn't control his strength and would accidentally hurt her.

Mingzhu asked again: "Where is Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

Zhao Shi thought for a while and said, "We should be making noise in the back garden."

Mingzhu didn't want to deal with those girls of noble birth, and she didn't want to be alone with Zhao Shi. She broke away and said, "I want to go find her."

Zhao Shi knew that she was deliberately avoiding him. After a while of silence, he hung the jade pendant hanging from his waist on the jade belt around her waist, rubbed her cheek with his fingers, and then assigned two palace maids to accompany Mingzhu. Went to the back garden.

The garden was busy, but Her Royal Highness was not there.

The girls sitting around were talking a lot, and the topic of the Crown Princess was inseparable.

"Is it true that no one has seen the Crown Princess? A god who appears out of nowhere, her life is so good."

"It's not because of my good fortune. No one has even heard of her name. She must not be a high-ranking lady from a hairpin family. A little-known girl has soared to the sky."

"The prince's backyard is also clean, and his only concubine has died long ago."

"This princess is so lucky."

Mingru sat aside and listened to these words, but she was not that angry. She had married into the Hou family a year ago and lived a cautious life, which was always decent.

Some ladies from famous families had to compliment her and talk to her politely for fear of offending her.

Mingru was once just one step away from becoming the Crown Princess. Of course she would not be willing to do so, but as long as the Crown Princess was not her short-lived nemesis.

She felt much better now.

Mingru made no secret of her distaste for Mingzhu. She picked up the tea in front of her, took a few sips, and said slowly: "Why are you mentioning her on this great day when you are appreciating lotus flowers? My appetite has become much worse."

Short-lived ghost, die well.

All harm dies quickly.

It's a good thing that Mingzhu died early, otherwise she would have troubled her for who knows how long with that face.

When Mingzhu appeared in the pavilion, they were all frightened.

He screamed that he saw a ghost.

Mingzhu couldn't help but smile when she saw how frightened they were.

It took a while for Mingru to gradually calm down. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the jade pendant on her waist, and her expression changed drastically. "His Royal Highness, did you even give this to you?!"

"Didn't she burn to death in the fire?"

"No, I'm going to faint." After saying that, some people were really frightened and fainted.

Everyone gradually calmed down and looked at the Pearl with conflicting eyes.

Whether dead or alive.

No matter how beautiful you are, you still have to follow the rules.

"Miss Mingzhu is a concubine who was not invited to visit me. Due to her emotions and reasons, she cannot appear here in an upright manner, right?"

"How can I still call her girl? She should be called aunt." Ming Rupi said slowly with a smile on her face.

This is extremely unpleasant to hear.

Mingzhu thought she didn’t want to come yet.

It's boring. No matter how many years have passed, these people are still as boring as before.

Mingzhu didn't even bother to say a word to them. She stretched herself and turned to leave.

Zhao Shi suddenly changed his mind and hurriedly caught up with her, only to see her surrounded and silent.

Zhao Shinu started from his heart, strode forward, pulled her back into his arms, cupped her cheek with his fingertips, frowned and whispered, "What did you hear?"

Mingzhu didn't want to tell him, so she couldn't be perfunctory anymore, "No."

Zhao Shi raised his head, his face was frozen with coldness. He had such a serious face and straightened the corners of his mouth that people didn't dare to come close.

When I saw it, I wanted to turn around and run away.

Zhao Shi raised his eyebrows, his face was calm and calm, and his voice only contained a rare coldness and solemnity. His expression was careless, but his words were clear and serious, as if he was waiting to be settled later.

He asked: "What did you just say?"