After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince - Chapter 82

Mingzhu was really hungry and couldn’t bear it. She was vaguely ill during the first few days in Japan, and she didn’t eat much at all.

I woke up last evening, but did not even enter the rice, and tossed for another night, exhausted and exhausted.

After Mingzhu said this, she stood up and ran to the door again, putting her fingers on the bolt of the sinking wooden door, and pushing hard, but she still couldn’t push the door.

She told the people outside that she was hungry, and no one paid any attention to her.

She suddenly realized that they had locked her up with Zhao Zhi, who was still alive and dead, and Moyo would only release her until he woke up.

There was only a pot of cold tea left on the sandalwood round table, and Mingzhu drank two cups of cold tea to cushion her belly.

She sat back on the edge of the bed again, and slowly brought her knees together. She buried her small face between her knees, her long black hair slid down the skirt, and her body curled up into a small ball.

A candlestick was lit by the bed, and the candle was shining through the lampshade.

Mingzhu was quiet for a while, and slowly raised her small face, and the candle shadow swayed on her jade-white face.

She turned her head to look at the sleeping man on the bed, tugged at the corners of her mouth, and laughed low. The shallow dimples were looming. She said, “Zhao Zhi, I don’t want to die yet.”

The man lay quietly on the bed, his expression was calm, his eyebrows stretched out beautifully as if he was only temporarily asleep.

Under the pillow, his fingers seemed to move.

Mingzhu didn’t regret the knife that stabbed him. It was a great relief. The sound of the blade cutting through the flesh and blood of the shirt was very refreshing.

It’s summer now, and she still feels that the room is very cold, her hands and feet are cold and there is no temperature, she clenched her hands hard, her eyes red inexplicably, “I haven’t had a good enough life yet.”

Her wish is small.

She is not greedy either.

Marry someone who loves her, husband and child, peaceful and peaceful.

Mingzhu felt that Zhao Shi would probably not wake up, so she talked to herself, “I dreamt of Wei Chiyu the other day again. When he came to my house to propose marriage, I was really happy.”

“My mistress and sister-in-law are not pleasing to my eyes. I don’t like the Ming family at all, and I don’t want to be a quiet lady at all, but I have to beg for life under their noses, so I can only be obedient and reduce my sense of existence. “

Mingzhu had never said these things in front of him. He didn’t want to say it before, but now it doesn’t matter. He can’t hear anything.

“At that time, I really wanted to marry. When I got married, I didn’t need to help Mingru and Mingyuan to wash clothes. Soaking my hands in cold water in winter was about to freeze me to death.”

Mingzhu didn’t know what she was talking about. She yawned when she said a lot, and she was a little sleepy.

The light outside the window dimmed. I don’t know how long it has passed. Mingzhu was already hungry and temperless, she muttered to herself dumbly: “I won’t starve to death.”

She also didn’t expect anyone to respond to him. Suddenly, I heard a weak and hoarse voice.

“will not.”

The man’s breath is not stable when he speaks, and he seems to be struggling to squeeze it out of his throat.

Zhao Shi moved his fingers and lifted his eyelids slowly. The beads of his eyes slowly turned to her, staring at her face motionless.

The hot sweat on his forehead caused by a high fever wetted a few strands of long hair. He was wearing a snow-colored shirt, half leaning against the pillow, his complexion and lips were as pale as snow, like a sick beauty.

Zhao Shigang woke up, his hard fingers gripped her palms hard, pinching her small hands a little bit painful.

Mingzhu whispered a pain.

Zhao Shi relaxed a little, he suppressed the itch in his throat and called the person guarding outside the door in a dumb voice.

Guan Shi heard the coughing of the Prince’s Royal Highness, overjoyed, he hurriedly used the key to unlock the door, and brought the doctor into the house.

Zhao Shi had already sat up on the bed, with her back lazily leaning on the pillow, her long hair scattered from her back, her lips red and white teeth, her wounds had not healed, but she added a bit of broken beauty.

“His Royal Highness…”

Guan Shi had just opened a mouth, and was interrupted by Zhao Shi coldly. There was no emotion in the man’s eyes, and he said coldly, “Zhuzhu is hungry.”

Guan Shi looked over in a daze, and nodded quietly, “I’m going to have someone prepare dinner.”

Zhao Shi pressed his fist to his lips, coughed a few times, and then sent the imperial doctor back.

Grand Doctor Liu didn’t dare to talk too much. Since people wake up, there is nothing serious about them. After taking medicine for one or two months and resting for a period of time, they will be cured.

After Guanshi Lin and Doctor Liu retired, only Mingzhu and Zhao Shi remained in the house.

The sky will be dark, and the light in the unlit room will be dim.

Mingzhu didn’t know how much Zhao Shi had just listened to what she had said. She was not at all uncomfortable at the moment, and she found Huozhezi and lit two lamps.

The flames rose, and the candlelight from the candlestick illuminates the faces of the two of them.

Zhao Shi looked at her round, bright eye beads, and beckoned to her, “Beads, come here.”

Mingzhu stood far away from the bed, watching the weak and unwinding, hiding aside and refused to move.

She happened to be standing in the candlelight, half of her face was reflected in lustrous powder, her complexion was really good, much better than when she was unconscious in the previous illness.

The heart disease that has been stagnant for a long time seems to vanish with a knife through the heart.

She is fine as long as she recovers.

Zhao Shi didn’t care whether he was stabbed by her or ten times.

Zhao Shi bent down and coughed again. If nothing had happened, he swallowed the blood in his throat. The snow-white handkerchief wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his brows slowly gathered together, and some painful expressions suddenly flashed from his eyebrows.

With a slight movement, he tore the wound on his chest, accompanied by heart-piercing pain.

The people in the kitchen happened to be serving freshly cooked meals at this moment.

There are noodles, vegetables and soup, and a large table is full.

Mingzhu didn’t say a word, sat down and ate a bowl of plain noodles, feeling that there was no taste in his mouth, so he sprinkled some chili noodles into the noodle soup.

She had a small appetite and was too hungry. She couldn’t eat after half a bowl. She put down the chopsticks in her hand and did not move.

Zhao Shi was wearing a coat, and after getting out of the bed, he slowly sat opposite her, pale and thin, looking a little weak.

He picked up the noodles in front of him, took two mouthfuls, was sweating profusely, and couldn’t hold down his cough for a while.

People who have been injured should be taboo.

Zhao Shi claimed that he was ill, and the news that he was stabbed was well concealed, and the slightest noise was never leaked.

Only the people in the Prince’s Mansion knew a little bit of the inside story, but no one dared to confide a word.

Zhao Shi was recovering from his injuries in the mansion, and Mingzhu had never asked him about his injuries.

She became the prince princess inexplicably, but she was not happy at all.

People who didn’t think much of her before now treat her very politely and respectfully.

Mingzhu didn’t want the identity of the princess, and went to the study to mention it with Zhao Shi. She lowered her head and said casually: “I haven’t improved in my studies, and I’m not smart enough to support my status as a princess.”

Zhao Shi didn’t look good when he heard it, and said it’s okay after humming.

Mingzhu raised her face and found out all kinds of incredible excuses.

Zhao Zhijing listened quietly, and when she finished speaking, she uttered four words in a warm voice: “It doesn’t matter.”

Mingzhu closed her voice, knowing that he would not listen no matter what she said.

Zhao Shi couldn’t help but hugged her on her lap, pinched her soft waist with her palms, rubbed her thin lips lightly against her delicate cheeks, her breath was cold, her words soft, “Take the child into the palace to see my mother someday , She still doesn’t know you are alive.”

Mingzhu resisted in her heart, and within a short distance, she happened to be able to smell the cold rosin on the man’s body, like white pears in autumn mixed with sawdust. It was not unpleasant, but it added a sense of distance.

Mingzhu raised her eyes, looked at him seriously and asked, “Aren’t you afraid that I will stabb you again?”

“The dagger is on the bookshelf.” After a short pause, Zhao Shi said again: “I won’t stop you.”

“If you stabbed you to death, they will also call me a funeral.”

Zhao Zhi smiled, “So I can’t die.”

Even climb out of hell.

Mingzhu deliberately put his hands on his injured chest, and the man was more tolerant than expected, his expression remained unchanged.

Mingzhu has the illusion that he is a clown.

Song Huaiqing heard that the prince was seriously ill and had not gone to the morning court for half a month. This was something that had never happened before.

He and Wei Liu went to visit together, and Guan Shi invited the two to outside the study, and he went outside the study and knocked on the door to pass a message to them.

Zhao Shi casually said something to let them in, and regretted it as soon as the voice fell.

He glanced at Mingzhu’s slender figure, his eyes were solemn, and he looked around, never seeing the side hall where he could hide and rest.

Song Huaiqing was not surprised to see the Pearl in the study, his brows raised slightly, and the folding fan in his hand stretched out. He took a deep look at the Pearl, then retracted his gaze, and asked, “The prince is getting better. NS?”

Zhao Shi responded casually, “Healed.”

He turned his face and lowered his head to talk to Mingzhu softly, “Didn’t you sleep last night? Go back to the house and rest first.”

Mingzhu looked at him with strange and puzzled eyes. She slept well last night.

But if Zhao Shi wants to drive her away, she has no objection. She didn’t want to be alone with him, let alone talk to him.

Mingzhu went to the front yard to look for her daughter. Zhao Shi placed four maids and two maids beside Xiaoman to take care of her daily life.

When the little girl came to a strange place, she was not at all shocked.

But when the little girl arrived in front of her mother, she would only open her arms and beg for a soft hug.

Mingzhu smiled softly, bent over to pick her up, smiled and said okay.

After a while, Mingzhu sat on the swing in the yard with the little girl in her arms, holding the book of poetry she had read in her hand, and slowly read it to her in a slow tone.

The little girl listened with gusto, pinched her finger, reluctant to let go.

Zhao Shi and Song Huaiqing walked through the corridors and corners. In the midsummer afternoon, the sun was shining, and the brilliant sunlight penetrated the mottled branches and buds, and shining on the delicate and white side of Mingzhu. ‘S kid squinted and laughed.

Song Huaiqing constricted his eyes to hide the gloominess of his eyes. He pretended to be relaxed, “You really want to marry her as a princess?”

Zhao Shi said: “Yes.”

Song Huaiqing sneered and said, “My good cousin, she doesn’t have you in her heart.”

Zhao Shi was silent for a while, then cast his eyes down and said, “I know.”