Zhao Shi's eyebrows were pounding, his eyes hurt and his brain hurt. He would rather deceive himself than others to expose the bloody lies. He was already impatient and said expressionlessly: "Throw it out!"
Hongling has learned a lot and knows that as long as she hides behind Mingzhu, she will be fine.
She picked up Mingzhu's sleeves, pretended to be scared, and opened her mouth: "Zhuzhu, please save me! He wanted to kill me last time!"
Mingzhu held her hand, then raised her face and said to Zhao Shi, "Don't touch her."
Zhao Shi pursed her thin lips into a faint straight line, frowned deeply, looked at the person hiding behind her with cold eyes, and said nothing.
Hong Ling got her wish and came down. She kept mumbling in Ming Zhu's ears about running around every day. Later she thought about it, Zhao Shi was not the prince for nothing, and it would be difficult to escape from under his nose.
So, she gave Mingzhu another good idea. She said: "Every man can have three wives and four concubines. You can secretly find a few lovers and cuckold him, but you have to find someone with authority." A man with power and brains, blowing the wind every night, asking him to rebel and oust Zhao Shi from the position of prince!"
Hong Ling felt that she had a really good idea. If she was as beautiful as Mingzhu, she would have tricked many men and beaten them to death.
After hearing this, Mingzhu just wanted to laugh: "I appreciate your kindness."
Hongling said: "Zhuzhu, I'm not kidding you."
Mingzhu touched her head and smiled at her: "I know."
Hongling stared at her face for a long time. After thinking about it carefully, she felt that Mingzhu was still too shameless, unlike her who was not only shameless but also had no moral bottom line.
It does seem a bit difficult for Mingzhu to play tricks with threesomes.
Hong Ling suddenly took out the poison/medicine she had bought earlier from her pocket and placed the medicine bottle on the table generously. She said, "How about you poison him to death and we run away?"
After saying that, she felt that this suggestion was not feasible.
"It's not worth it that we'll have to be wanted for the rest of our lives."
Mingzhu lowered her eyes and stared at the medicine bottle on the table in despair.
Hong Ling had a headache thinking about it, so she kicked off her embroidered shoes, rolled twice on the soft bed, and covered her face with a blanket, "It's so annoying. No matter what I do, nothing is right."
She lifted the blanket and said seriously: "Zhuzhu, it's the most cost-effective way to raise a few pretty boys outside."
Spend the prince's money to sleep with other men.
Mingzhu listened to her quietly, fearing that her throat would hurt if she talked too much, so he was considerate and poured her a glass of warm water to quench her thirst.
Hong Ling sat up and drank two glasses of water. Her whole body suddenly trembled. Her eyes were very round. She asked cautiously: "Zhu Zhu, are you still thinking about Mr. Wei in your heart?"
Mingzhu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers curled up unnaturally. After a while, she asked in a low voice: "How is he?"
Hongling hesitated for a moment and said, "Master Wei has been released from prison."
Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good to be alive."
He was very ill at that time, had been tortured, and had so many injuries on his body. She was really heartbroken when she went to see him, and she was really afraid that he wouldn't make it and die in prison.
Hong Ling hesitated. She didn't know if she should say more, but she was not a person who could hold back her words. She couldn't bear it and said, "But I came to the capital by boat from Yangzhou." At that time, Mr. Wei seemed to be still recovering from his illness. He had seen several doctors but could not cure him."
Mingzhu's eyes were filled with tears, "He just needs to live."
Hongling felt that Mingzhu should still like Master Wei in her heart, otherwise she wouldn't have been willing to be hugged and kissed by him in the first place.
There is only a thin layer of window paper between the two of them. It's a pity that childhood sweethearts are a match made in heaven.
Mingzhu didn't know why she wanted to cry. She felt very sad when she mentioned Wei Chiyu, and her tears couldn't be controlled.
When pear blossoms bring rain, I feel pity for them.
Hong Ling was most afraid of her crying. She hurriedly found a handkerchief to wipe her face, and comforted her: "You're not too sad, maybe... maybe you can still..."
Hong Ling couldn't speak any more.
She sighed silently.
Hongling asked: "Zhuzhu, do you really not like the prince at all?"
Although she also hates the prince, she has to admit that his highness is better-looking than any man she has ever seen. His eyebrows are delicate, his nose is straight, his lips are good-looking, and he has a cold expression on his face. He is a man. Good looking man.
The tip of Mingzhu's nose turned red, and the voice coming from her throat was very soft: "Yeah."
Hongling let out a long sigh, and she asked again: "Is it really uncomfortable to get along with someone you don't like?"
"right."
People's feelings change.
Every detail changes, and the feelings in my heart change accordingly.
Zhao Shi stood at the door, his feet motionless. After listening to what they said quietly, his face was calm and there was no change in his eyes.
These answers were what he expected.
At night, Hongling originally wanted to sleep with Mingzhu, but the merciless Prince asked someone to throw her out of Mingzhu's house into the yard. She even fell down and sat on the ground with her butt, and she grimaced in pain. .
Mingzhu was sitting in front of the dressing table, her small white face reflected in the bronze mirror. She slowly took off the headdress from her bun and loosely untied her rolled up hair.
She doesn't dress up on weekdays, and her bare face looks good even without makeup. Her lips are red and her teeth are white, and her complexion is excellent.
These days, my cheeks have become rounder, soft and tender, and they look so fleshy and easy to pinch.
Mingzhu cried in the afternoon, and her eyes became swollen easily. Her eye sockets looked red, and the ends of her eyes looked like a layer of watery red rouge.
Zhao Shi took the comb in her hand, stood behind her, and helped her comb her hair.
When it was time to turn off the lights and go to sleep, Zhao Shi didn't move. He pinched her chin with his fingers, half-forced her to raise her cheeks, his dark eyes stared silently at hers, and he raised his fingertips to stroke her red lips. He closed his eyes and asked softly: "Have you cried this afternoon?"
Mingzhu avoided looking, her face turned pale, and she didn't say a word.
Zhao Shi had already pretended not to hear anything in the afternoon, but he didn't see her shed a few tears.
When he was about to be stabbed to death by her, he never saw her shed a single tear.
Zhao Shi felt sour and astringent in his heart, his teeth were numb, and his heart was riddled with holes. His fingers had been used to write for many years, and the pulp of his fingers was a little rough, and there were tremors wherever the thin calluses rubbed against them.
He looked into her eyes and asked, "Who are you crying for?"
He knew who it was, but he couldn't help but ask.
Mingzhu pushed his hand away: "No one."
She was afraid that Zhao Shi would get jealous and lose his temper, but she was not afraid that he would take it out on her. She was just afraid that he would find an excuse to cause trouble for Wei Chiyu.
Zhao Shi would rather she lie to him than tell the truth.
He hummed, his throat was sore, as if it were full of bitterness. He looked at her eyes, which seemed to be covered with a thin layer of dark mist. He gently held her cheek with his thumb and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't lose it for others." Tears .”
Mingzhu couldn't give him a promise, let alone nod and say a good word.
So she remained silent and said nothing.
"Go to sleep."
Zhao Shi blew out the candle lamp and lowered the curtain to block the layers of light.
Some things can never be avoided.
The man's fingers tugged at her belt, and his palms slowly crawled across her back, gently stroking her back, holding the back of her head, leaning down, kissing her lips and teeth, and then penetrated her mouth. .
His kiss was delicate, like a burst of abundant rain coming from the sky, urgent and violent.
She tilted her slender neck up, her face flushed, and she exhaled warm breath.
Zhao Shi had always been able to endure it, but at this point he couldn't bear it any longer.
heat.
He suddenly used great force on his body and took off her shirt easily.
Mingzhu was still reluctant and pushed him away.
Zhao Shi stopped, his dark eyes were unfathomable, staring at her face, and asked: "What's wrong?"
He grabbed her arm and put it on his waist: "Is it possible that you've been hiding from me like this all your life?"
Mingzhu gritted her teeth and frowned in silence.
If Zhao Shi had seen her unwillingly like this before, he would have definitely stopped.
But he was not in a good mood today, and he didn't have that many worries.
When I think of the tears she shed today, it's hard not to get angry.
He forced her to look into his eyes and said, "Zhuzhu, I am a normal man."
Not only did he like her, he also had a deep desire for her.
Mingzhu actually understood what he said.
She also knew that Zhao Shi didn't care about lust, but he wasn't a person who didn't touch any meat or fish.
She nodded and opened her mouth slightly: "I understand."
The curtains fluttered with the breeze, and the white gauze gently caressed her cheek.
Mingzhu was forced to raise her neck, which was white and slender, with her collarbone looming. Her fingers clenched the quilt hard, and she said a few words in a gentle tone: "You should go find someone else."
She can't.
Zhao Shi laughed angrily. He had warned her last night not to do such stupid things, but she ignored him and didn't care at all about what he said.
He held her wrist, his cold eyes looking a little more sinister.
Without saying a word, the man untied the tie around her waist.
Mingzhu didn't move, just looked at him with wet eyes, silently, letting him do what he wanted.
But from time to time, the eye sockets would overflow with water and roll down along the ends of the eyes.
It didn't take long for tears to flow all over her cheeks. Her eyelashes were stained with clear water drops, and her eyes became redder and redder.
Zhao Shi stopped what he was doing and looked at her tears. His heart was numb with pain.
He stretched out his hand to block her eyes, not daring to look into her eyes.
Then hugged her tightly.
Zhao Shi whispered in her ear, and there was a hint of choking in his trembling tone. He kept saying, "Zhuzhu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
His palms were wet with her tears.
Zhao Shi took a breath of air, his heart aching: "If you don't cry, I won't force you."
"If you don't want to, forget it."
"Don't you look at me crying like this."
Such broken eyes.
To him, it was like silently touching his knife.