Zhao Shi said these words very softly, and his low voice was blown away by the wind.
Mingzhu was stunned for a moment, lowering her eyebrows and pretending not to hear what he said.
What's the point of saying this now
Zhao Shi silently held her hand. After a while, he pursed his lips and whispered: "It doesn't matter if you hate me."
It is as it should be.
What did is indeed wrong.
The clouds shed wisps of dazzling light, and the golden sunlight fell evenly between the man's brows and eyes. His brows furrowed deeper, and his eyes were filled with an incomprehensible depth.
Men are selfish.
There is almost a mean selfishness in Mingzhu.
He was in vain to care for her, just to satisfy his own selfish desires.
Zhao Shi withdrew his gaze and abruptly changed the subject: "Does your head still hurt?"
Mingzhu hasn't been sleeping well recently, and she always has headaches. The imperial doctor came to prescribe medicine. She took several medicines, but she didn't seem to feel much better.
Mingzhu said: "It doesn't hurt much anymore."
Zhao Shi hummed: "I still have to continue taking the medicine."
Mingzhu said "Oh" twice, her little hand was held very close by him, and she complained a few words, saying that her hand hurt.
After a while, Zhao Shi slowly relaxed a little.
Mingzhu asked: "Why did you suddenly mention Sheng Ling to me today?"
Zhao Shifang considered it for a moment and told her the truth, "Sheng Ling came to see you today."
Mingzhu hesitated for a few seconds, and it took a long time to react, with an unhappy look on her face: "What does she want from me?"
"Have no good intentions."
"Oh, she didn't like me to begin with." Mingzhu was not afraid of anyone now. When she told the truth, she showed a bit of coquettishness and willfulness that she didn't usually see. She said with a straight face, "I don't like her either."
Zhao Shi raised the corners of his mouth slightly when he heard this, and touched her hair: "I know."
Then he said: "She will not come to you again in the future."
Mingzhu hesitated to speak, unable to hold back: "That's not necessarily the case."
Zhao Shi was calm and calm: "I promise."
If Mingzhu didn't believe her, how could Sheng Ling let her go so easily? Several years have passed, and his hatred for her has only grown. The last time we met in a restaurant, Sheng Ling's eyes were so angry that they could almost kill someone.
She could understand why Sheng Ling hated her so much.
Sheng Ling blamed her for the fact that her engagement was broken off, but Mingzhu felt that Zhao Shicai was the culprit, and he was the most affectionate person.
Mingzhu didn't know that Zhao Shi had threatened Sheng Ling in private. She said, "I'm sorry to her, don't implicate me."
Zhao Shi felt funny when he heard this: "When will I ever feel sorry for her?"
break off an engagement? Is it possible for a prince to have to look at other people's faces even to break off the engagement
Zhao Shi was so sure that Sheng Ling would not dare to appear in front of her in the future because of what he said.
Horrible punishments are not incompetent.
No matter how domineering Sheng Ling was, she was still frightened when she heard those unheard of tortures.
Mingzhu was too lazy to talk to her.
Zhao Shi raised his eyebrows: "Are you jealous?"
Mingzhu rolled her eyes and pinched her palms with her nails, "Your Highness, don't be so sentimental."
Zhao Shiran knew that she was not jealous, but he was just teasing her with this sentence: "It turns out that I thought too much. I thought we Zhuzhu were jealous."
Her angry look was very vivid.
The eyebrows and eyes are very spiritual.
Very pretty.
Clean and tidy.
It’s good to be able to cry, laugh and be angry.
Even if she is angry with him every day, Zhao Shi is happy with it.
I have seen her die in the most tragic state, even her eyes were not closed, and she refused to close her eyes. His face and body were all covered in blood, and he looked like a cold corpse.
Holding her in his arms, he gradually felt her body stiffen, her limbs cold, and no matter what method he used, he could not keep her warm.
Zhao Shi didn't know that he could cry before. Big tears rolled down from his eyes uncontrollably and he couldn't wipe them clean.
Mingzhu wouldn't be jealous. Maybe it was because her childhood had come recently, and her bad temper became even more irritable in front of him. She spoke as if to poke her heart out: "I don't like you. How could you be jealous?"
Zhao Shi's face was stiff, but after a moment, it returned to normal: "Well, it's okay if you don't feel jealous."
She will not feel sad.
Zhao Shi has made her sad too many times, and he really doesn't want to make her cry anymore in the future.
Sometimes I’m very confused, and I can’t figure out many things.
Obviously at the beginning, regardless of necessity, when she came over from the Ming family, it was because he liked her very much, wanted to be good to her, and wanted her to wear silk and satin and live the best life.
But in the end, he was the one who injured her all over, and she died suddenly at a young age.
Mingzhu was a little unhappy. The current invulnerability made her quite angry.
After dinner, Zhao Shi held his daughter and read the characters for a while.
Xiaoman could not only write her own name now, but also learned to write her mother's name. She proudly wrote her mother's name one stroke at a time on the paper, arched her body and couldn't wait to show off to her mother.
Zhao Shi hugged her tightly: "Don't be anxious."
Xiao Man glared at him unhappily.
Zhao Shi couldn't help but laugh. The little girl's glare looked like a pearl, with no offensive power, which made people laugh.
Xiaoman thought that he was being laughed at and became even more unhappy.
She said: "I don't want you to teach me how to write!"
Zhao Shi looked at her leisurely and asked: "Then who do you want?"
Xiao Man thought about it seriously and said, "Brother Piao Piao."
She wanted to say Qi Cheng, but she didn't know what his name was.
Zhao Shi continued to ask: "Who is brother Piao Piao?"
"Mom said it was my beautiful brother."
Zhao Shi understood almost immediately. He had planned to replace Qi Cheng before, but then he changed his mind and said, "Your handwriting is not good-looking, and your teaching is not good."
Xiaoman said: "But mother likes him very much, and she has a share of all the sweet soup."
Children think very simply.
Zhao Shi hummed indifferently and patted her head, "Write it a few more times and choose the most beautiful one for your mother to read."
"oh."
Although Zhao Shi was a loving father and a strict father, he was not as strict with his daughter as before.
Mingzhu was sitting under the moon sewing socks for her daughter, her face was quiet and gentle.
Zhao Shi walked over, but still couldn't get over the hurdle. He pursed his lips and asked, "Do you think Qi Cheng is good-looking?"
Mingzhu didn't know what kind of style she was smoking, and she didn't mean to be angry. She lowered her head and told the truth: "Well, it looks good."
Thin and tall, polite and well-measured.
The most important thing is that he is very patient when teaching children.
Not impatient, very gentle.
Zhao Shixin felt sour, and after a while, his voice was a little hard, and he said: "I admit that she is indeed a bit pretty."
He pinched her chin with his fingers, and half forced her to look up at him. She hadn’t smiled in a long time, and in fact, she wasn’t very good at smiling.
Asked the most childish question: "Am I better-looking or is he better-looking?"
The man's flawless face suddenly magnified in front of her eyes. Mingzhu looked at this face and her heart skipped a few beats. After hesitation, she said directly: "It's better looking."
Zhao Shi didn't feel surprised when he heard this answer, it was expected.
Mingzhu put down her needlework and moved her body to sit further away from her. Her sarcastic expression was very familiar to her. She asked, "You won't do anything to him again, will you?"
This is something Zhao Shi can do.
Zhao Shi smiled: "What can I do?"
"There are so many things you can do," Mingzhu said.
He kills people and buys goods, and he keeps doing evil things.
Zhao Shi didn't know why he had become such a heinous image in her mind. He sighed slightly: "No."
Mingzhu reluctantly believed what he said, picked up the needle and thread and continued to sew socks.
It was a warm night.
My daughter got tired of writing, so she fell asleep on the desk.
Zhao Shi took her to a side room to settle down. There were two maids keeping vigil in the house, and there was also a dedicated person guarding the house, so nothing would happen.
Mingzhu wanted to sleep with her daughter, but Zhao Shi disagreed, and his methods towards her were much gentler and smoother, "She is already clingy to you."
Mingzhu said: "She was born to me, so she naturally clings to me."
Zhao Shi smiled slightly: "If you spoil her like this now, you will have a headache in the future. It's not like you don't know that her personality is like mine."
He is arrogant because of his favor and refuses to be tolerated.
The more I get used to it, the more I push my nose and face.
No one can refute her opinion.
Mingzhu drank the medicine but still couldn't sleep well.
But she didn't have nightmares either, the images in her mind were intermittent, and the sounds couldn't be heard clearly. Her consciousness was confused and her body was very tired.
Zhao Shi didn't fall asleep at all. In the quiet atmosphere, he held her waist from behind and listened to her calling other people's names over and over again.
The name in her mouth was also familiar to Zhao Shi.
Wei Chi exceeds.
Repeat these three words.
Moist tears fell on the back of his hand. There was no warmth at all, as if a big bloody hole had been burned into the skin, corroding the skin.
Zhao Shi felt a little numb when he heard her calling Wei Chiyu's name.
To this day, she is still not sure how much weight Wei Chiyu holds in her heart.
It should be difficult to forget the lover you had when you were young, the person you loved for the first time forever, the person you loved like wildfire again.
Zhao Shi hugged her tightly, wanting to embed her into his body just like this.
She began to sob in her dream and cried with her eyes closed. Her tears turned into a rain of knives, covering Chi's body.
Zhao Shi heard her calling Wei Chiyu to save her.
She whispered: "It hurts."
Zhao Shi swallowed the bitterness in his throat: "Where does it hurt?"
Mingzhu frowned: "My throat hurts."
The poison/alcohol has passed through the throat, and the throat has been poisoned.
Zhao Shi's eyes became wet, and he suddenly realized that it was difficult to whitewash the situation, and there were some things that should not be hidden from her.
A knot in the heart is a knot in the heart.
Pain is pain.
If you don't explain it clearly, you will never get through it.
Mingzhu was extremely tired from her sleep. When she woke up, her body was sore and her eyes were sore.
Zhao Shi has already dressed. Today, he is wearing crescent white for the first time in a long time. He is pure and elegant, with orchids and jade trees.
looked at her straight, his eyebrows gradually relaxed, ’s voice was clearer than ever before, “Zhuzhu, there’s something I have to tell you.”
The man is good looking.
Gentle like the first time she saw him.
Mingzhu was in a trance, and her vision gradually became clearer.
Zhao Shi reached out and caressed her cheek, his eyes were a little red, and he said, "The glass of wine I brought to you in 2007..."
Take a deep breath and finish the sentence with difficulty: "I know."