When the knife pierced his heart, Zhao Shi breathed a sigh of relief and was freed.
Decades, long years, it is really terrible to be alone.
Those days have long lost any meaning.
Mingzhu's eyes stared blankly forward, her eyes looking a little ethereal. She never thought that Zhao Shi would eventually take his own life with his own hands.
Several times when she saw Zhao Shi in her dreams, she really wanted to rush over and die with him. When I really heard him talk about how he died, I wasn't as happy as I imagined.
Mingzhu's eyes were moist for some reason. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and endured not saying a word.
Her body was trembling and her back was tense. Zhao Shi put his fingers on her waist, gently comforting her.
Zhao Shi blinked his very sore eyes, and he said in her ear in a very low and soft voice: "Zhuzhu, can you forget about those things?"
Forget about the things that caused her pain.
Stop being unable to avoid nightmares in your dreams.
Zhao Shi also said a lot. He said that he really liked her and had never regarded her as a dispensable plaything.
Mingzhu seemed to hear him but didn't seem to hear it clearly. When she heard him say the word "like", her eyelashes trembled, like the trembling of a butterfly's wings, thin and fragile.
How come she never liked him? Her eyelids moved slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. She said in a very calm voice: "I always have nightmares. Weird dreams, but in every dream you have an expressionless face and want to kill me."
Mingzhu's expression was a little confused, and her eyes seemed confused. She frowned slightly and said in a very calm tone: "Maybe it's because when I was killed, I liked you so much, so it's really unforgettable and hard to forget. , every time I think about it, my bones hurt, my throat hurts, everything hurts."
She raised her face, looked at him with a confused expression and asked, "Zhao Shi, could you really not see that I liked you at that time?"
At that time, she was both naive and foolish.
Especially to please him simply.
She listens to his words very much, and just seeing his face makes me happy for a long time.
Zhao Shi said: "I know."
Mingzhu nodded: "Well, you know, you just pretend not to know."
"No." Zhao Shi's throat hurt a little, and he said, "I didn't pretend not to know."
"Maybe. I can't see through you." Mingzhu couldn't push him away and leaned on his shoulder, her voice a little tired: "I want to sleep, can you go out first?"
Zhao Shi moved his fingers slightly and loosened his hand little by little.
Mingzhu was free to roll up the quilt and face the other side. Zhao Shi stood by the bed and watched her back quietly for a while. When he left, he closed the window and blocked out the faint light.
Zhao Shi stood outside the door with stiff legs for a long time, listening to the muffled crying in the room, silently clenching his fingers tightly.
Mingzhu felt a thousand kinds of feelings in her heart, and she didn't even know why she was crying.
People feel sleepy when they cry, and soon she huddled in the quilt and fell asleep slowly.
I don’t know if the knot in my heart has really been resolved.
Mingzhu didn't have a nightmare this time, but instead had a sweet dream.
She saw herself hiding behind the crowd and being dragged to the corridor by her concubine. From a distance, she saw the man standing under the tree.
Her facial features are stern, her eyebrows are gentle, and her outline is thin. She is more beautiful than the flowers that have just bloomed in spring.
The young man looked young. He was dressed in white, as cold as jade, had a stern face, and seemed a bit distant and indifferent in his life.
At that time, Mingzhu felt that he was like the moon in the sky, bright and bright yet out of reach.
The concubine pinched her palm and said, "Are you stupid?"
Mingzhu came back to her senses and said seriously: "He is so good-looking."
I have never seen him in the house before, so I don’t know who he is. However, he is full of nobility, and his background is obvious at first glance.
The concubine smiled mysteriously, "I heard that father said that he is the distinguished guest of the house today."
A few days ago, the mistress had not allowed them to move around freely, and asked them to stay in their own yard, so as not to lose face by doing something disgraceful.
Mingzhu thought that the distinguished guest that the whole family was waiting for would be very old, but she didn't expect to look so young.
She asked: "Does my sister know which family he belongs to?"
The concubine shook her head: "I don't know, but this should be Mingru's future husband. My father and mother even asked Mingru to show her face to him today."
Mingzhu let out a low-spirited sigh, and her impression of this young man only remained on Mingru's future husband.
Mingzhu had already forgotten this small matter.
Now that I think about it, I realize that the cool and beautiful young man standing under the tree turned out to be Zhao Shi, who was not yet twenty years old.
Mingzhu woke up and found that her eyes were swollen. She applied ice cubes and the red and swollen eyelids slowly disappeared.
Summer will be over in a blink of an eye.
Mingzhu was still lukewarm towards Zhao Shi. Once she knew that Zhao Shi, like her, had memories of the past, she knew that she would never be able to escape him in this life.
Zhao Shi didn't have any wishful thinking that he could achieve success overnight. He was satisfied that he couldn't hear her crying because of the nightmare at night. But he could still hear her calling Wei Chiyu's name in his dream, and he pretended not to hear.
Mingzhu is aware of it, and sometimes she wakes up and asks, "Did I talk in my sleep last night?"
Zhao Shi's hand turning the page paused in mid-air and said calmly, "No."
Mingzhu didn't dare to confirm and half believed his words, "Is it true?"
Zhao Shi smiled at her: "Really not."
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Shi took Mingzhu to the palace to celebrate the festival.
As soon as they entered the palace, Zhao Shi sent his daughter to Zhao Xin. Mingzhu was worried and said, "Xiaoman accepts the birth."
Zhao Shi didn't care much: "Zhao Xin likes her very much."
"When did the princess see Xiaoman?"
"never seen it."
"Then how do you say she likes it?"
"I am her brother, I understand her."
Mingzhu was still worried and a little anxious: "I'll go over and have a look too."
Zhao Shi held her hand, pulled her back and said, "Nothing will happen. I will send you there after dinner."
Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet, Mingzhu is not quite used to this occasion. It felt like everyone's eyes were looking towards her, and she was at a loss what to do.
Zhao Shi kept holding her hand. After sitting down, Mingzhu concentrated on the dishes in front of her, pretending that she couldn't see those complicated eyes.
There are two egg yolk mooncakes placed in front of the table. They are not big but look delicious.
Mingzhu tasted one and found it delicious, so she ate another one.
However, everyone only got two pieces of cake.
She licked her lips, wanting to eat more.
Zhao Shi silently pushed the plate in front of him.
Mingzhu was not shy either. She nibbled on the moon cake in small mouthfuls, her stomach half full. She drank a glass of water and looked up to find a little palace maid in front of her.
The palace maid held the plate and bent slightly to talk to her: "Master Song said that seeing the Crown Princess like to eat this moon cake, he asked the slave to give the moon cake to you."
Mingzhu felt a little irritated when she thought of Song Huaiqing.
Fox eyes, no good intentions.
And threatened her.
Just as Mingzhu was about to refuse, Zhao Shi spoke to her first: "Let it go."
The little palace maid placed the mooncakes in front of the table, but the pearl did not move.
Instead, Zhao Shi took a few bites, then put the mooncake aside and said seriously: "His mooncakes are a bit unpalatable."
Mingzhu said nothing.
Zhao Shi felt relieved when he saw that she didn't like to see Song Huaiqing very much. This was not surprising, as Song Huaiqing was not very kind to her in the past.
But today, it was really baffling to ask the palace maid to send mooncakes to Mingzhu.
Zhao Shi asked casually: "You and Song Huaiqing..."
Before she finished speaking, Mingzhu frowned: "I hate him."
Zhao Shi was even happier after hearing this. He remained calm on the surface and picked up what she liked to hear and said, "He is indeed not likable."
During the palace banquet, Mingzhu just immersed herself in eating, still thinking about her child.
Zhao Shi held back a few glasses of wine for her, and Mingzhu found an excuse to leave the table early and go to the Princess Palace. Only then did I learn from the palace maid that Zhao Xin had taken Xiaoman to the back mountain to set off fireworks. Don't know when I can come back.
Mingzhu waited for half an hour, feeling drowsy due to the drunkenness, and was persuaded by the palace maid to go back, "The princess may not come back so early, the princess should go back and rest first. When the princess comes back, the servants and others will immediately Just send the little princess back."
Mingzhu said: "Okay."
Zhao Shi's bedroom was not very peaceful at the moment.
Mingzhu didn't expect that he would take off his clothes from the palace banquet so early. He took off his outer shirt and changed into snow-colored pajamas. His figure was thin and somewhat empty.
She was a little surprised: "Why are you back so early?"
There was something wrong with Zhao Shi's eyes, and his voice sounded a little soft: "Drink too much."
Mingzhu took a closer look and found that his expression was not right either. He looked drunk but his eyes were sober, and he seemed to have a sweet aroma on his body.
Zhao Shi took a few steps back, as if he was avoiding her.
He pinched his fingers and said, "I'm going to take a shower first."
Mingzhu nodded blankly: "Okay."
All the palace people brought in was cold water. Autumn is gradually approaching, and the nights are actually very cold. If you don’t wear enough clothes, you may get typhoid fever.
Take a cold bath? Is he crazy
Zhao Shi stayed in the bathtub for more than half an hour, the heat getting more and more intense. He reluctantly changed his clothes. When he walked out, he saw that Mingzhu was still asleep. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'll sleep in the side hall tonight." "
Mingzhu had no objection to this, but she suddenly remembered something, grabbed his arm, and asked, "Xiaoman is still at the princess's place."
Zhao Shi frowned and said, "I know."
He gently pushed her hand away: "Don't touch me yet."
Mingzhu asked: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhao Shi said: "It's okay."
I don't know who had the audacity to put medicine in the wine. Zhao Shi had been holding back for a long time, and his strong self-control failed in front of her.
Mingzhu felt that the room suddenly became hotter. She loosened her fingers and said impatiently: "Then get out quickly."
The medicine is so powerful that it is rare for Zhao Shi to endure it for so long.
Listening to her voice, the tight thread suddenly broke.
As she screamed in surprise, the man grabbed her waist, threw her onto the bed, and pressed her into the soft quilt with his fingers clasped tightly.