After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince - Chapter 92

Zhao Shi’s eyes were dark and deep, and Ming Zhu was staring at it so that her heart was hairy.

The man’s eyes were deep and quiet, and Mingzhu saw the corners of his lips move. After a long time, she did not hear him say a word.

Zhao Shi’s face was pale, and the lamps in the room seemed to be lonely white lanterns, and the scarlet blood that reached his throat was faintly uncontrollable.

Mingzhu was disturbed by the look in his eyes. She raised her head to face these red and cracking eyes, feeling a little trembling in her heart. She asked, “What’s the matter with you?”

Of course Mingzhu was surprised. In the two lifetimes, Zhao Shi had not seen so many tears. The crystal tears fell from his eye sockets and covered his entire face.

If you have a nightmare, you won’t cry like this.

The curtain blocked most of the light and shadow, and Zhao Shi’s eyes were blurred. He stretched out his hand cautiously, and when his fingertips touched her hair, he retracted back as if he had been burned by sparks.

He blinked gently, and a string of salty tears fell in his sore eyes.

When Mingzhu saw this, she remained silent. She didn’t know which word she had said wrong, and she evoked his tears.

Zhao Shi opened his mouth. He hadn’t spoken yet. The blood pressure in his throat couldn’t be controlled, and bright red blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

After a while, Mingzhu broke the silence first. She kindly said: “Let me call the doctor for you.”

The man who had been silent suddenly grabbed her wrist when she got up, and the 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 have passed through the years: “I’m fine.”

Mingzhu didn’t think he was okay, but since he said so, she shouldn’t be a good nosy person.

Zhao Shi slowly recovered from the state of extreme tension, before he gritted his teeth with all his strength, the tips of his teeth pierced the corners of his mouth, and there was a fine pain.

He closed his eyes, and it didn’t take long before he opened them slowly, the pain in his body reminded him that this was not a dream.

Zhao Shi’s hand lightly rested on the position of his heart, and when he stabbed in with the tip of a knife without hesitation, it was a kind of tingling pain that pierced the heavenly spirit. But he did not regret it.

Those days of living like a dead body are too long, if it is really a walking dead, at least it won’t hurt.

But at that time he really felt that it was better to be alive than to die.

As soon as Zhao Shi’s hand touched her face, Mingzhu frowned and avoided.

Zhao Shi said sorry.

Mingzhu was silent for a while and reminded him: “You should get out of bed and wash your face.”

Tears and blood mixed together, bleakly embarrassed.

Zhao Shi also guessed that he was not so good now. He got out of bed and looked at his face clearly through the mirror.

Thin and cold, with obvious contours. When he was young, he still had the arrogance that didn’t show up.

Zhao Shi washed away the wet marks on his face and sat dry by the window all night.

Mingzhu is sensitive and delicate. During this period of time, Zhao Zhi seems to be different. This is not to say that his character has changed, but that his eyes are not right. It was even deeper than before, like a piece of sea with a calm surface but turbulent waves.

In the middle of the night when sharing the bed, she occasionally woke up thirsty and woke up vaguely, half-opening her eyes saw him staring at her with a deep gaze.

Zhao Shi got out of bed and poured a glass of water for her. Mingzhu drank half of the glass in one breath. Her heart grew furry and she couldn’t restrain her curiosity: “Why don’t you sleep?”

Zhao Shi took the cup in her hand and placed it next to the wooden cabinet next to the bed. He said, “Don’t dare to sleep.”

Mingzhu oh, I was even more curious about what kind of nightmare he had that night, and was so scared that he didn’t even dare to sleep again.

She tucked the quilt and lay back, before closing her eyes, she said, “Could you not stare at me like this? My heart is hairy.”

Zhao Shi said, “Okay.”

But the next night, Mingzhu still felt that someone was staring at her while she was half asleep and half awake.

Zhao Shi really didn’t dare to sleep, for fear that he would wake up after falling asleep, and return to the cold, unpopular palace.

Reading memorials and dealing with official affairs, once I was idle, I couldn’t help thinking of her horror before her death. You have to drink soothing decoction all the year round to barely sleep for a few hours.

If it can be repeated, this is almost the only greed that Zhao Zhi had before his death.

Later, even he himself didn’t figure out how he could be so cruel at the time, watching her die and pushing her to die.

There are many things in this world that are useful without regret.

Even if God really cares for him now, Zhao Shi is almost bent over by guilt, without a face looking straight into her eyes, afraid of her tears, afraid of her sadness.

Zhao Shi deceived himself and pretended that Pearl didn’t know the things in his previous life, and maintained the superficial peace.

Mingzhu hated him so much because of what happened before, so he didn’t dare to bet.

Mingzhu realized that Zhao Shi had rarely done anything to her these days, he had barely touched or kissed her, and had kept a restrained distance from her, as if she had really started to respect her wishes.

Mingzhu doesn’t think how long Zhao Shi can hold on, aren’t men all that virtue?

She also didn’t bother to think deeply about the subtle changes in Zhao Shi’s body. Every day, she would go to the study to listen to the stories of Qi Chenggei and Xiao Mannian.

Xiaoman learns very quickly when he learns earnestly, and learns to write his own name, but the writing is not very good, and he quickly forgets it.

Mingzhu became more confident in front of her daughter, and patiently taught her strokes after class.

Xiaoman only writes a hundred words a day, and she refuses to write more than this number.

Qi Cheng attributed the small princess’s rapid progress in writing to Mingzhu, and one evening he praised: “The princess is very good at teaching children.”

Mingzhu was cheeky and praised by this claim.

Qi Cheng also said: “However, the temper of the little princess is indeed a bit arrogant.”

Mingzhu never felt that her daughter was very arrogant, Xiaoman was very obedient in front of her, and she listened to everything she said. I have never made unreasonable trouble in front of her, as well as a soft glutinous rice ball, except that I like to cry too much.

Qi Cheng looked at her astonished, and knew that the princess must be different in front of her. After thinking about it for a long while, he said, “The princess accidentally touched the butterfly kept by the princess yesterday, and she was very upset. , Turned around and killed the butterfly.”

Mingzhu couldn’t believe it after listening to it.

To be honest, even Qi Cheng himself was surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, after all, the little princess is also of royal blood, and probably also has a strong and domineering personality. Don’t like others touching her things.

Would rather be destroyed than be soiled by others.

Qi Cheng said: “The young princess is still young and has time to teach. You are her mother. She should listen to you very much.”

Mingzhu squeezed her hand, “I see.”

She still didn’t believe it.

In the evening, Mingzhu fed her dinner, hugged her in a gentle voice, and asked about it.

Xiao Mannai said: “Well, I pinched it to death!”

Mingzhu hugged her small body tightly: “Why?”

Xiaoman frowned: “It’s not clean! I hate it! I have to throw it away!”

Mingzhu sighed, who is it good to be like Zhao Shi? She whispered the truth in her daughter’s ear, and instilled normal thoughts into her over and over again.

Xiao Man sounded drowsy, her elbows were slightly sore, and she woke up her daughter: “You can’t do such things in the future.”

Xiao Man seemed to have heard it, “Mother, don’t be angry.”

Mingzhu’s fingertips gently poked her face: “Do you still know that I am angry?”

“Yeah, every time my mother is angry, she keeps her mouth pursed.”

“Dare to do this next time?”

“Not anymore.”

Mingzhu decides that she must instill some kind thoughts in her daughter’s ears in the future, so as not to make her willful in the future.

Zhao Shi smiled when he heard about it, “She has a temper like me.”

Mingzhu snorted coldly, “What’s good like you.”

Zhao Shi nodded in agreement, and then said: “It’s really better to be more like you.”

Zhao Shi’s way of teaching children is different from that of Mingzhu. It is not a problem to pinch a few butterflies to death. It depends on her temperament.

Even if his daughter really grows into someone who is not considered a arrogant and domineering person in the future, he will still be in charge.

He did not dare to say, for fear that Mingzhu would be annoyed.

Sometimes Zhao Shi felt that it would be good to just fool around for a lifetime. He would treat her better than before, and would never force her to do things that he didn’t like.

But he couldn’t get past the hurdle in his heart. Want to ask if she hates him? But there is no courage to speak.

She didn’t want to stay with him in the first place. I’m afraid I will hate him even more.

Just after the autumn equinox, Sheng Ling sent someone a message, wanting to see Mingzhu.

The post first arrived in Zhao Shi’s hands. The man sneered looking at the name on the post. Zhao Shi hadn’t taken Sheng Ling to his heart much in his two lifetimes, but believed that she was so straightforward on the surface.

In the last life, Sheng Ling Fenghuohuo came to tell him that he saw Mingzhu pulling and pulling with other men in the backyard and it was unclear.

She was full of anger at the time, as if she was really worthless for him.

Standing behind the rockery, Zhao Shi heard Mingzhu and the man saying that he had never liked him before, and that he had something else in his heart, and could abandon him for others at any time. She is eager to show her heart to others.

The blood on his body was so cold at that time. Extremely strong emotions roared, Zhao Shi lost the ability to think rationally.

Sheng Ling gave Mingzhu a bowl of decoction without telling him. The steward in the house had checked the medicine. It was a cold medicine for avoiding children. After drinking it, he would never have children in his life.

Few things in the house can be hidden from his eyes.

The bowl of medicine was delivered to his table first.

Zhao Shi was silent for a short time, pulled the corner of his mouth, waved his hand, and sent it to her.

But that bowl of medicine somehow became a terrible medicine.

When he got the news, her body was cold.

She was lying in a pool of blood in a beautiful dress, breathless.

The heart is too late, but that’s all.

Zhao Shi almost killed the maids and maids in the mansion, but it didn’t help.

Zhao Shi threw the post into the brazier and burned to ashes. He stood in the shadow with his light behind his back, his eyes sneered, and he said coldly: “Let her come to me first.”