Mingzhu's attitude is indeed quite good, and her words are like a soft thorn.
Zhao Shi didn't mind being shunned by her, so he took her wrist and asked with a frown, "What did he say to you?"
Mingzhu was furious at the moment and tried to pull her wrist away, but Zhao Shi pinched her wrist with great force. She said unhappily: "He asked me to take good care of you and hug you tightly like a big tree."
Zhao Shi frowned after hearing this. He naturally knew what kind of virtue her father was. He has no backbone and no ability.
Zhao Shi hugged her waist tightly and clasped his fingers tightly. He did not shy away from getting close to her in front of other people. He turned his head and coaxed her in a low voice: "Don't be angry, just listen to what he said."
Mingzhu had a serious face, and even her smile was stingy.
Song Huaiqing had long been accustomed to strange things. After a while, Mingzhu seemed to have become more beautiful. Her eyebrows were clear, her face was chubby, and she was white and rosy, like a freshly picked peach, sweet and attractive.
He couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
Maybe it's because the weather has been too hot recently, Mingzhu is impatient, and she doesn't like to see people, so she can't control her temper, "Stop hugging me, I'm sweating all over."
Zhao Shi's temper was surprisingly good, so he ordered two extra basins of ice to be placed in the house.
Mingzhu seemed to still be dissatisfied. She lowered her head and lowered her eyes, absentmindedly playing with her fingers.
Zhao Shi was helpless, "Don't scratch your hands."
Her skin is so delicate and her nails are so slender that if she pinches them twice, she might break the skin.
Mingzhu whispered: "You have to take care of me."
Zhao Shi pinched her fingers, "Are you bored?"
Mingzhu pursed her lips and said, "I want to go back."
Zhao Shi pretended to see her resistance and gently held her thin wrist with his warm hands, "Let's go shopping on the street first."
Song Huaiqing watched the two people leaving. After a while, he quietly looked away, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and swallowed it. The strong wine burned his throat, stinging slightly.
Suddenly, he remembered something, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He was so obsessed that he began to miss such a woman.
Only beautiful, no talent, cowardly character, poor family background.
A few years ago, when he saw Zhao Shiru living half-dead like a zombie, he really looked down on him for that in his heart. Is it because a concubine died? She is beautiful, but can she just find someone prettier than her
It turns out that some people in this world are really addicted. They want to forget about it and quit even if they want to quit.
Gu Wenxuan, who was sitting next to him, asked casually: "Master Song, why were you staring at the Crown Princess just now?"
Song Huaiqing didn't answer. He hugged the little girl who was standing next to him and poured wine for him, pressed her on his lap, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen such a good and evil person in a long time." People."
Gu Wenxuan was stunned for two seconds and said, "The Crown Princess is indeed a little willful."
Song Huaiqing thought of her cheating death and escaping, the corners of his lips raised, and he smiled sarcastically, "She is not only ignorant of good and evil."
He played a cruel trick on Zhao Shi once, and tortured him to death without any effort. He stayed in Yangzhou openly and lived a happy life, and even reconnected with his childhood sweetheart.
Zhao Shi really manipulated her. If it were him, this matter wouldn't be so easy.
Zhao Shi held Mingzhu's hand tightly and went downstairs, when he met a familiar woman in his sight.
Sheng Ling was dressed in red, with a soft whip on her waist. She had a thin red mark between her eyebrows, heavy makeup, and an arrogant look.
When Sheng Ling saw Zhao Shi, she suppressed the anger between her brows and revealed a bright smile, "Cousin."
Zhao Shi looked at this face, and a sharp stabbing pain flashed through the back of his head, like many needles piercing his veins. His face was pale and very good-looking. He recovered from the labor pain and looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly. He nodded slightly and said coldly and distantly, "Cousin."
Zhao Shi hadn't seen Sheng Ling for a long time and had already forgotten this person.
When he suddenly saw her face, his mind was suddenly flooded with many unfamiliar images. The woman asked louder and louder, her words were stern.
The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt.
In those specious dreams, except for Zhuzhu, he almost never saw anyone else.
Seeing that Zhao Shi's expression was not good, Sheng Ling couldn't help but took a few steps forward and stretched out her hand before she could touch him: "Cousin, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Shi grabbed Mingzhu's arm and moved aside: "I'm fine."
Zhao Shi subconsciously didn't want Sheng Ling to touch Mingzhu. He obviously had no interest in chatting with Sheng Ling. He walked over her body indifferently and left with long strides.
Zhao Shi's head still hurt, and blurry images kept creeping into his mind.
"Cousin, she is dead."
"Even if you kill everyone else, she will still come back."
"Cousin, I am your wife."
"Cousin, forget her."
Zhao Shi's chest was in great pain, and he was panting in pain. After he passed, his vision turned black. He was holding the stone lion next to the pillar with one hand, his face was pale, and he was breathing coldly.
Mingzhu also knew what was wrong with him. He was so fragile that he seemed to fall down at any time.
Zhao Shi closed his eyes, with a ferocious look on his face, and the veins on his wrists that were resting on the stone lion popped out.
Mingzhu asked: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Shi's breathing gradually calmed down, and he said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay."
A carriage ahead lost control and ran rampant on the road. The horse's voice was shrill. The coachman tightened the reins, but still couldn't control the horse. He waved his hands vigorously: "Get out of the way! Don't get knocked down!"
Mingzhu raised her head when she heard the sound, and the out-of-control horse was already rushing towards them at an extremely fast speed. Zhao Shi quickly pulled her aside with quick eyes and hands, but he himself was kicked by the horse's hoof.
Mingzhu was so frightened that she barely recovered from the shock. She subconsciously ran towards Zhao Shi and helped him up from the ground.
Zhao Shi's chest was kicked twice by horse hooves, and the blood was pushed into his throat. He endured it and swallowed it back.
Zhao Shi opened his mouth, slowly smelling the rust, and asked: "You're not hurt, are you?"
Mingzhu shook her head: "No."
Zhao Shi felt relieved and nodded: "That's good."
Mingzhu's heart was also made of stone, a little sour and astringent. Soon, the sour feeling disappeared. She said, "Let's go back."
Zhao Shi slowly stood up from the ground while holding her hand, "I haven't started watching the fireworks yet."
Mingzhu said: "I actually really want to watch it."
But Zhao Shi insisted on this. He put his fist to his lips and coughed twice, swallowing the blood in his mouth. He clasped his cold hands with his fingers and led her up the tower.
Mingzhu was distracted and looked frequently at his face. In the thick night sky, she could really see the joy and anger in his expression.
Only the fireworks burst into the sky with a heavy light, and his expression could barely be seen.
Cold, dissociated, calm.
It was windy on the tower, so Zhao Shi took off his coat and tied it around her body, "Do you still want to see it?"
Mingzhu raised her face and looked into his eyes, "I want to see it."
Zhao Shi held her hand again and said, "Then let's go shopping on the street."
Mingzhu said nothing along the way.
Zhao Shi was actually in a better mood than she was. She bought hairpins and some craftsman-made gadgets, which were both beautiful and rare.
Vendors selling candied haws on a stick roam the streets.
Zhao Shi stopped the hawker and was about to pay for the last two sticks when he was intercepted by another young couple.
The farmer said, "I came first."
Zhao Shi paused for a long time, smiled at him, and said a few nice words to him in a warm voice.
The farmer gave him the last two bunches of candied haws.
Zhao Shi paid the money, and Mingzhu held two bunches of candied haws in her hand, which was a bit awkward.
I remembered the way he had just said nice words to others with a smile on his face, gentle and gentle, without any airs.
Along the way, the icing on the outside melted a little.
After Mingzhu finished eating a bunch of candied haws, Zhao Shi had already gone to change his clothes. The candlelight shone on his slightly pale face, which looked bloodless.
That night, Zhao Shi had a long nightmare.
"Cousin, do you regret it?" In the dim study, a man dressed in white stood by the window, his whole body filled with lifelessness.
"Cousin, you still don't think what you did is right."
"She has been dead for several years."
"Do you really want me to pay for her life?"
There were cries, screams and various human voices. Mixed together, it is harsh and unpleasant to listen to.
Zhao Shi saw the man turn around slowly, his face was pale and thin, dull and boring. He was silent for a long time and said nothing.
Zhao Shi saw those dark eyes, and the next moment, he seemed to be dragged into the abyss. All the memories came flooding in, and the slightest chance of breathing came to him like a tide.
He was in extreme pain, and his waist was arched with a ferocious expression. Pain swept through the whole body, and even the bent fingers were so painful that they could not straighten up.
White paper money filled the sky, sad and desolate funeral music, wooden coffins, white lanterns and white blankets.
The cramping pain in my heart got stronger and stronger. The man was holding a short knife in his hand, with the tip of the knife facing him. He sat before dawn and stabbed the knife into his heart with an expressionless face. He did it accurately and quickly, and the tip of the knife tore his flesh and blood directly. Stabbed through the heart.
The blood trickling out dyed the white clothes into red.
He heard someone calling him in panic, and the noisy voices gradually faded away with him.
he died.
He finally recovered from several years of loneliness.
In the long torture.
Got relief.
If there is a next life...
God favors...
If there really is…
Zhao Shi was woken up by Mingzhu. She frowned: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Shi looked at her face in a daze, followed his instructions with his fingers, and carefully touched her face with his fingertips.
Soft and hot.
Mingzhu felt that he was strange tonight, having painful nightmares and even shed tears.
Tears with little warmth wet her palms, and she woke up.
Mingzhu looked at him with wet face and was so frightened. What on earth was she dreaming about? To be so sad.
Zhao Shi's back was covered in cold sweat and his hands and feet were cold. He raised his eyes and stared at the woman in front of him.
He had memorized everything.