Zhao Shi's eyes were dark and deep, and Mingzhu's heart went crazy at the sight.
The man's eyes were deep and quiet, and Mingzhu saw the corners of his lips move. After a long time, she didn't hear a word he said.
Zhao Shi's face looked pale, and the lamps in the room seemed to be like white lanterns hanging alone. The scarlet blood sticking to his throat was a bit overwhelming.
Mingzhu was disturbed by his gaze. She raised her head to face the pair of red eyes, her heart trembled with fear. She asked again: "What on earth are you doing?"
Mingzhu was of course surprised. He had never seen Zhao Shi shed so many tears in his entire life. The crystal tears fell from his eyes and covered his entire face.
Even if you have nightmares, you won’t cry like this.
The curtain blocked most of the light and shadow, and Zhao Shi's vision was blurry. He carefully stretched out his hand, and the moment his fingertips touched her hair, he retracted as if being burned by sparks.
He blinked his eyes gently, and a string of wet and salty tears fell from his sour eyes.
Mingzhu remained silent when she saw this. She didn't know which word she said wrong, which actually made him cry.
Zhao Shi opened his mouth, but before the words came out, the blood pressure in his throat could not be controlled, and bright red blood slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
After a while, Mingzhu broke the silence first and said kindly: "Let me call the doctor for you."
The man who had been silent all this time suddenly grabbed her wrist the moment she stood up. His rustling voice was very low. He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, "No need."
His voice seemed to be filled with many years: "I'm fine."
Mingzhu felt that he didn't seem to be okay, but since he said so himself, she didn't want to be a nosy person.
Zhao Shi slowly came back to his senses from the extremely tense state, and just then he clenched his teeth with all his strength. The tips of his teeth scratched the corners of his mouth, causing a small pain.
He closed his eyes, and after a while, he slowly opened them. The pain in his body reminded him that this was not a dream.
Zhao Shi's hand gently rested on his heart, and when he stabbed it in with the tip of the knife without hesitation, there was a sting that pierced the heavenly spirit. But he has no regrets.
Those days of living like a withered body are too long. If you are really a walking zombie, that's it. At least you won't feel pain.
But at that time, he really felt that life was worse than death.
As soon as Zhao Shi's hand touched her face, Mingzhu frowned and moved away.
Zhao Shi said sorry.
Mingzhu was silent for a while, then reminded him: "You'd better get out of bed and wash your face."
Tears and blood mixed together, looking miserable and miserable.
Zhao Shi also guessed that his current appearance was probably not that good. He got out of bed and looked at his face clearly through the mirror.
Thin and stern, with clear outlines. When I was young, I still had a pride that was not shown to others.
Zhao Shi washed off the wet marks on his face and sat by the window all night.
Mingzhu is sensitive and delicate, and during this period, she felt like something was different about Zhao Shi. This is not to say that his personality has changed, but that something is wrong with his eyes. It is even more unfathomable than before, like a piece of sea water that is calm on the surface but actually hides turbulent waves. It is so deep that it is difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.
She was sleeping in the same bed in the middle of the night, and she was occasionally woken up by thirst. She woke up vaguely, and saw him staring at her with a deep gaze with half-open eyes.
Zhao Shi got out of bed and poured a glass of water for her. Mingzhu drank more than half of the glass in one breath, feeling frightened and unable to restrain her curiosity: "Why don't you sleep?"
Zhao Shi took the cup from her hand and placed it beside the wooden cabinet beside the bed. He said, "I don't dare to sleep."
Mingzhu, oh, I was even more curious about what kind of nightmare he had that night, and he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to sleep again.
She lay back down again with the quilt, closed her eyes and said, "Can you stop staring at me like this? I feel terrible."
Zhao Shi said: "Okay."
But on the night of the first day, while half asleep and half awake, Mingzhu still felt that someone was staring at her closely.
Zhao Shi really didn't dare to sleep, for fear of falling asleep and waking up again, so he returned to the cold, devoid of people in the palace.
Reviewing memorials and handling official matters, once I have some free time, I can't help but think about the tragic situation before her death. He had to drink soothing decoctions all year round to manage to sleep for just a few hours.
If he could do it all over again, this would be almost the only greed Zhao Shi had before his death.
Later, even he himself didn't understand how he could be so cruel at that time, watching her die and pushing her to die.
There are many things in this world that are useful without regret.
Even though God was really favoring him now, Zhao Shi was almost bent over by guilt, and he had no face to look directly into her eyes, afraid of her tears and afraid that she would be sad.
Zhao Shi deceived himself and pretended that Mingzhu didn't know what happened in his previous life, and maintained the superficial peace.
Mingzhu hated him extremely because of what happened before, so he didn't dare to gamble.
Mingzhu noticed that Zhao Shi rarely touched or touched her recently, almost never touching or kissing her. He kept a restrained distance from her, as if he really started to respect her wishes.
Mingzhu didn't think Zhao Shi could last long. Aren't all men that virtuous
She was too lazy to think deeply about the subtle changes in Zhao Shi. She would go to the study every day and listen to Qi Cheng reading stories to Xiao Man.
Xiaoman learned very quickly when he studied hard. He learned to write his own handwriting, but the writing was not very good and he soon forgot it.
Mingzhu is more confident in front of her daughter and patiently teaches her strokes after class.
Xiaoman only writes a hundred words a day. If she exceeds this number, she refuses to write.
Qi Cheng attributed the young princess's rapid improvement in writing to Mingzhu, and one evening he praised her: "The princess is very good at teaching children."
Mingzhu accepted the compliment shamelessly.
Qi Cheng added: "But the little princess's temper is indeed a bit arrogant."
Mingzhu never felt that her daughter was very arrogant. Xiaoman was very obedient in front of her and listened to whatever she said. He has never been unreasonable in front of her. He is as good as a soft glutinous rice ball, except that he likes to cry too much.
Qi Cheng saw the surprised look on her face and knew that the little princess must have a different look in front of her. After thinking for a long time, he said: "Xiaguan accidentally touched the butterfly raised by the little princess yesterday. She was very unhappy." I was so happy that I turned around and killed the butterfly."
Mingzhu didn't believe it after hearing this.
To be honest, even Qi Cheng himself was surprised, but if he thought about it carefully, the little princess was of royal blood after all, and she probably had a strong and domineering personality. She doesn't like others touching her things.
I would rather destroy it than be dirty by others.
Qi Cheng said: "The little princess is still young and has time to teach her. You are her mother, so she should listen to you."
Mingzhu squeezed her hands and said, "I know."
She still didn't quite believe it.
In the evening, Mingzhu fed her dinner, hugged her and asked her about this matter in a gentle voice.
Xiao Manchu said in a loud voice: "Well, I'll crush him to death!"
Mingzhu hugged her little body tightly: "Why?"
Xiaoman frowned: "It's not clean! I hate it! I need to throw it away!"
Mingzhu sighed, it's not good to look like anyone, but you have to look like Zhao Shi? She whispered truth into her daughter's ear and instilled normal thoughts into her over and over again.
Xiaoman felt drowsy after listening to it, her elbows were slightly sore, and her daughter woke her up: "You can't do such a thing in the future."
Xiaoman seemed to have heard it, "Mom, don't ."
Mingzhu's fingertips gently poked her face: "Do you still know me?"
"Yeah, yeah, mommy always pouts every time she gives birth."
"Do you dare to do this next time?"
"No."
Mingzhu decided that she must instill some kind thoughts in her daughter's ears from now on, so that she cannot become willful and unruly in the future.
When Zhao Shi heard about this, he smiled and said, "She has a temper like mine."
Mingzhu snorted coldly, "What's so good about being like you."
Zhao Shi nodded in agreement, and then said: "It really would be better to be more like you."
Zhao Shi's way of teaching children is different from Mingzhu's. It doesn't matter if she crushes a few butterflies to death. It's up to her to do whatever she wants.
Even if his daughter does grow up to be a arrogant and domineering person, he will still be the one to take care of her.
He didn't dare to say anything for fear that Mingzhu would be annoyed.
Zhao Shi sometimes felt that it would be good to live like this for the rest of his life. He would treat her better than before and would never force her to do something she didn't like again.
But he couldn't get over the test in his heart. Want to ask her if she hates him? But he doesn’t have the courage to speak out.
She didn't want to stay with him in the first place. I'm afraid I'll hate him even more.
Just after the autumnal equinox, Sheng Ling sent someone to tell him that he wanted to see the pearl.
The post arrived in Zhao Shi's hands first. The man looked at the words in the post and sneered. Zhao Shi, who had never cared about it in her entire life, actually believed that she was what she seemed. So straightforward and without any scheming.
In his lifetime, Sheng Lingfeng came to tell him that he saw Mingzhu having an incomprehensible affair with another man in the backyard.
She was full of anger at that time, as if she really wasn't worth it for him.
Standing behind the rockery, Zhao Shi heard Mingzhu telling the man that she had never liked him, that she had someone else in her heart, and that she could abandon him for others at any time. She is eager to show her feelings to others.
The blood all over his body was cold at that time. Extremely strong emotions roared over, and Zhao Shi lost his ability to think rationally.
Sheng Ling sent a bowl of decoction to Mingzhu without telling him. The steward of the mansion had someone test the medicine and found that it was a herbal medicine to avoid having children. After drinking it, she would never be able to have children in her life.
It was rare for the affairs of the government to be hidden from his eyes.
This bowl of medicine was delivered to his table first.
Zhao Shi was silent for a while, then raised the corner of his mouth, waved his hand, and asked someone to send it to her.
But that bowl of medicine somehow turned into a fatal medicine.
When he got the news, her body was so cold.
She was lying in a pool of blood wearing a beautiful dress, not breathing.
It's nothing more than a lingering heartache.
Zhao Shi almost killed all the maids and nannies in the house, but it still didn't help.
Zhao Shi threw the post into the brazier and burned it to ashes. He stood in the shadow with his back to the light, his eyes sarcastic, and he said coldly: "Let her come to me first."