The medicine smelled so bad that Zhao Shi didn't even know where the pearl came from.
The man said in a cold voice: "Call a doctor over."
"yes."
The day Zhao Shi brought Mingzhu back from Yangzhou, he was always on guard against her. The house was cleaned inside and out, and all sharp objects were put away. Everything is registered, and there will never be any mistakes.
Although Zhao Shi was not as authoritative and cold-blooded as before on the surface, he still had many spies around her.
The doctor was quickly taken to the prince's house. He took the medicine bottle from the prince's hand, smelled it, and looked at the color of the medicine. He was shocked and asked: "Your Highness, where did you get this medicine?" Got it?"
Zhao Shi thought for a moment, then asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong?"
The doctor has been practicing medicine for many years and has never seen such a poisonous medicine a few times. He considered his words carefully and then said after hesitation: "This medicine is extremely poisonous. If you swallow it by mistake, the Great Luo God will come and you will be helpless."
Zhao Shi was not too surprised after hearing this. He had guessed it.
The man's face turned cold and he said, "Get out."
For a moment, he couldn't figure out who Mingzhu intended to use this medicine on.
Herself? He believed that she was willing to die even if she had a daughter.
Thinking about it this way, this bottle of medicine was probably prepared for him. If this was the case, Zhao Shi would feel better. He would rather have her operate on him than see her hurt him.
Zhao Shi returned the medicine bottle to the little maid and said calmly: "Put it back. Don't let her find out that anyone has touched it."
The little maid was stunned, but she didn't dare to disobey His Highness the Crown Prince's order, "Yes."
Mingzhu liked to listen to the opera very much, and watched the actors on the stage with great interest. She thought their costumes were beautiful and their voices were very nice.
Except for her, everyone else in the audience was in a lack of interest.
They had heard the play of Cowherd and Weaver Girl so many times that they really had no interest in it, and none of these young ladies dared to show it.
They don't dare to underestimate Mingzhu now, they just hope that she will forget the past and hold grudges. Anyone with a bit of discernment can see that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince values her very much. If he asks for help in the future, it would be better to find him in front of the Crown Princess.
So everyone sat on their chairs and listened patiently to the show.
After the performance was finished, almost two hours had passed.
Mingzhu rewarded them with Zhao Shi's silver, and the master in the troupe smiled happily, bending down and thanking them respectfully.
Hongling poked Mingzhu's arm: "Do you think that opera singer is beautiful?"
The makeup was thick and colorful, and Mingzhu could see his appearance. She thought for a while and said, "The voice is nice, but I can't see his face."
After the opera singer took off his makeup, Mingzhu discovered that Hong Ling's words were indeed correct. The man was indeed very beautiful, with heroic eyebrows and soft eyes. Beautiful words were not enough to describe him.
Seeing the beautiful face, Mingzhu rewarded her with dozens more taels of silver.
The master took the money bag and smiled from ear to ear. The apprentice said, "I will let you sing in the future."
He knew that their entire troupe was used by His Highness the Crown Prince to make the Crown Princess happy. Now that the Crown Princess is satisfied, they will have more opportunities in the future.
In the study on the other side, Guanshi Lin recounted what he saw truthfully: "Princess, it seems that she really likes listening to plays. She is in a good mood."
Zhao Shi's eyes softened and he said, "As long as she likes it."
After a pause, he took a step forward: "I'll go take a look."
When Zhao arrived at the pavilion, he saw the smile on Mingzhu's face from a distance. He hadn't seen her smile in such a relaxed posture for a long time. Her eyes were curved, clean, bright and bright, with a very charming expression. Sincerity, lies.
The troupe added an extra half of the highlight, and Mingzhu looked up at it very seriously.
Zhao Shi wanted to make her happy and put a bright smile on her face.
But now that I really see it, I have mixed feelings. I still feel a little uncomfortable in my heart.
She was willing to smile at an actor, but she didn't even want to talk to him properly.
Zhao Shi walked quietly. When everyone saw His Highness the Crown Prince, they bowed and saluted, and couldn't help but glance at him.
Zhao Shi walked up to Mingzhu, not shying away from more than a dozen pairs of eyes. He squeezed her hand in public and said in a low voice, "Are you tired?"
Mingzhu said calmly: "It's okay."
Zhao Shi raised his eyes and glanced at the people on the stage. His eyes stopped on the face of the pretty young boy. He suppressed the worry in his heart and said, "Let them come over tomorrow."
In front of Zhao Shi, Mingzhu refused to smile at all. With a tight little face and a flat expression, she said, "Okay."
Mingzhu's palms were sweating, which was caused by being stuffed. Zhao Shi squeezed her hand and said, "It's hot, why do you want someone to hold an umbrella for you?"
Mingzhu's attitude was very perfunctory: "I didn't pay attention."
Zhao Shi looked down at her cheeks that were slightly red from the sun, and said, "Let's go back to the house first."
The people present had mixed feelings. His Royal Highness was as unkind as the rumors said, and the way he looked at Mingzhu was unreasonable. Easily detectable tenderness, as well as enviable pity, caring and caring.
Everyone thought that His Highness the Crown Prince would marry a lady in the future.
Who would have thought that in the end he would turn out to be a shining jewel in terms of status.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince likes soft beauties with slim waists.
Mingzhu's waist is slender and soft, and her figure and appearance are indeed good.
No matter how willing they are, they have to admit that all of Mingzhu's luck and talent are reflected on her face.
It was cooler when we got back to the house.
Mingzhu's face was covered with sweat, and her cheeks were as rosy as a peach. Zhao Shiqing pinched her chin and carefully wiped away the sweat beads on her face with a handkerchief. The sweet and thick fragrance on the girl's body was... When he reached the tip of her nose, he couldn't help but grab the back of her head and kiss her. Her lips were soft and sweet, and the man's attack was so fierce that he barely gave her a chance to breathe.
After tasting enough, the man stopped slowly, calmed his breath, and gently wiped away the water stains on her lips with his fingertips.
Mingzhu thought he was too close, frowned and pushed him away, and said happily: "It's so hot."
Zhao Shi was not angry when she pushed him away. Instead, he smiled and asked the maid to bring a few more basins of ice cubes into the house. Mingzhu is not really hot, she just finds him annoying.
She sat by the window, fanning herself, her face turned toward the window.
Zhao Shi asked casually: "What did you talk about today?"
Mingzhu thought it was funny when she thought about it. She pursed her lips and her fleeting smile looked sweet. The corners of her eyes and brows followed the smile and she said, "They are all praising me."
Zhao Shi was surprised and in a bad mood.
Mingzhu rarely had the opportunity to attend banquets in the past. Even if she was invited to join in the fun, no one would look at her seriously. Most of them would pretend to see her, talk to her, and even talk to her. It was impossible to say anything nice to her.
Contemptuous, disdainful, and sarcastic.
"They praised me for my beauty and my kindness. They also said they envied me and said I was born to enjoy happiness." Mingzhu didn't take a word to heart. She turned her head and looked at Zhao Shi: "Actually, I don't know. They are willing to praise me like this now, not because they like me much, but because of you."
Several people came to ask her to do things and beg her to say a few words in front of Zhao Shi.
Mingzhu looked soft and sticky, but now she was easy to handle, so she calmly asked them to tell Zhao Shi by themselves.
They hesitated to speak, saying that it was useless to ask for a prince.
Now the only person who can speak in front of His Highness the Crown Prince is her.
Zhao Shidao: "When they praise you, just listen."
At this time, someone would dare to say other unnecessary words to her.
Mingzhu thought this was really boring. She was living a comfortable life and wanted Zhao Shi to be comfortable. She raised her eyes, looked at him with a half-smile and said, "I saw Miss Gu today."
Zhao Shi was stunned for a moment, "Which Miss Gu?"
Mingzhu felt that he was pretending: "What do you think?"
Zhao Shi really didn't think of it at first. After a while, he asked: "Gu Wenxuan's sister?"
Mingzhu agreed. Ever since she knew she had no hope of leaving him, she never bothered to restrain her temper and spoke harshly, which sometimes made him angry: "Do you still like her?"
Zhao Shi coldly frowned, "When did I ever like her?"
Mingzhu laughed: "Did you already treat her differently when we first met on the flower boat?"
Zhao Shi spat out two words coldly: "No."
Mingzhu smiled, "Since when did His Highness the Crown Prince become so timid?"
I dare not admit this.
Zhao Shi was so angry that his head hurt, and he was silent for a while. He did not intend to hide it, and said directly: "The reason I treated her differently at that time was because I thought she looked like you."
The words that were choked in Mingzhu's throat were slapped back before she could spit them out.
She came back to her senses, "How do I resemble Miss Gu?"
Zhao Shi rubbed her cheek and said, "It does look like I was blinded."
Mingzhu was silent.
Zhao Shi felt that she had made herself a little rounder recently, which was good, but it would hurt her hands to hold her up if she was too thin. I'm fat, but I'm still not smiling.
Zhao Shi then thought of her smiling and looking at the opera singers on the stage in the afternoon. He really didn't like her looking at other men like that, especially a good-looking man.
He is handsome and elegant, with a bit of Wei Chiyu's charm.
Zhao Shi felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Carrying Mingzhu on his back, he gave the order: "We will change the troupe tomorrow. We are not allowed to clean our faces after singing."
Manager Lin knew that His Highness the Crown Prince could not tolerate disdain in his eyes, so he did as he was told.
In the middle of the night, Mingzhu was dragged to the bed by him, and the overwhelming kisses took away her breath. She raised her swan neck, like a dying butterfly, beautiful and fragile.
Zhao Shi just kissed her and didn't dare to untie her clothes. He even rubbed his fingers on her back repeatedly and didn't dare to move anywhere else. Afraid that her pearly tears would burn a hole in his heart again.
His body was already as hard as stone, and he endured it again and again, covering her with the quilt.
Zhao Shi endured it for many days and finally asked, "Zhuzhu, how far have you and Wei Chi gone?"