After Being Kidnapped by the Crown Prince

Mingzhu's attitude is indeed not good, speaking like soft thorns.

Zhao Shi didn't mind being shaken by her cold face, grabbed her wrist, frowned and asked, "What did he say to you?"

Mingzhu was getting angry at the moment, earning her wrist. However, Zhao Shi pinched her wrist phalanx very hard. She was not happy and said, "He asked me to take care of you and hug you this big tree."

Zhao Shi frowned when he heard it. He naturally knew what virtue her father was. No spine and no ability.

Zhao Shi clasped her waist tightly, clasped his fingers, and did not shy away from getting close to her in front of other people. He turned his head and coaxed her in a low voice, "Don't be annoyed, don't listen to what he said."

Mingzhu had a stern face, even a very stingy smile.

Song Huai was not surprised early in the morning. After a period of time, the pearl seemed to have become more beautiful. His eyebrows were clear, his face was round and white, and it was like a fresh peach that was just picked. It was sweet and attractive.

He couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

It may be that the weather has been too sultry recently, and Mingzhu's heart is impetuous, and she doesn't like seeing strangers, and her temper is a little uncontrollable, "Don't hold me, I'm sweating all over."

Zhao Zhi's temper was surprisingly good, so he added two more basins of ice to the room.

Mingzhu still seemed dissatisfied, lowered her head and looked down, absent-mindedly holding her fingers to play.

Zhao Shi was helpless, "Don't scratch your hands."

She has delicate skin and slender nails, and she is afraid of breaking her skin after a few pinches.

Mingzhu whispered: "You leave me alone."

Zhao Shi squeezed her finger, "Is it boring?"

Mingzhu pursed the corner of her mouth, "I want to go back."

Zhao Shi pretended that she could not see her resistance, and gently held her thin wrist with her warm palm, "Let's go shopping in the street first."

Song Huaiqing looked at the back of the two people leaving, after a while, he quietly retracted his gaze, raised the wine glass in front of him, and swallowed it on his back. The strong alcohol burned his throat, causing a slight tingling.

Suddenly, he didn't know what he thought of, and a smile filled with irony appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He was really a ghost, and he was so obsessed with his mind that Xiao started thinking about such a woman.

Only beauty, no talent, cowardly character, and unbearable family background.

A few years ago, when he saw Zhao Zhiru alive half-dead as the walking dead, he did look down on him a little bit in his heart. Isn't it just a dead concubine? She looks pretty, just find someone more prettier than her.

It turns out that some people in this world are really addicted.

Gu Wenxuan, who was sitting next to him, asked casually, "Master Song, why have you been staring at the princess just now?"

Song Huaiqing didn't answer. He hugged the little girl who was standing next to him and pouring him wine, put the person on his lap, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just a long time since I have seen such a ignorant person. "

Gu Wenxuan was stunned for two seconds, and said: "The princess is indeed a little headstrong."

Song Huaiqing thought about her fleeing to death, and the corners of her lips raised, and she smiled mockingly, "She doesn't know good and bad."

I played Zhao Shi fiercely once, torturing people to life or death without any effort. I stayed in Yangzhou in a fair manner to live a happy life, and hooked up with the two little bamboo horses without guessing.

Zhao Shi is really indulging her, changing to him, this matter is not so easy to pass.

Zhao Shi held Mingzhu's hand tightly downstairs, and ran into a familiar woman in his sight.

Sheng Ling wore a red dress, with a soft whip pinned to her waist, a thin red mark was drawn on the center of her eyebrows, her eyebrows were gorgeous and arrogant.

When Sheng Ling saw Zhao Shi, he constricted the hostility between his brows, showing a bright smile, "Cousin."

Zhao Shi looked at this face, and a sharp sting flashed in the back of his head, as if there were many needles sticking into his veins. His face was pale, very ugly, he recovered from the pain, looked at the person in front of him blankly, nodded slightly, cold and distant: "Cousin."

Zhao Shi hadn't seen Sheng Ling for a long time, and he had already forgotten this person.

Seeing her face suddenly, many unfamiliar images suddenly broke into her mind. The woman asked loudly and sternly.

The more he thought about it, the more headache he got.

In those specious dreams, except Zhuzhu, he had hardly seen anyone else.

Seeing that Zhao Shi's face was not good, Sheng Ling couldn't help but walked a few steps forward, reaching out his hand before touching him: "Cousin, what's the matter with you?"

Zhao Shi pulled Mingzhu's arm to avoid: "I'm fine."

Zhao Shi was unconsciously unwilling to let Sheng Ling meet Mingzhu, he obviously did not have the interest to chat with Sheng Ling, indifferently crossed her body, and took a big step away.

Zhao Shi's head still hurts, and the blurry picture keeps digging into his mind.

"Cousin, she is dead."

"Even if you kill everyone else, she won't be able to come back."

"Cousin, I am your wife."

"Cousin, forget her."

Zhao Shi's chest was terrible, and he couldn't breathe in pain. His eyes were dark, and he was holding the stone lion next to the pillar with one hand, his face pale, and he was gasping for air.

Mingzhu didn't know what was wrong with him, and the fragile seemed to fall at any time.

Zhao Shi closed his eyes, the look on his face was a bit ferocious, and his wrists on the stone lion violently violently.

Mingzhu asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Shi's breath gradually calmed down, and he dumbly said, "It's okay."

A carriage in front of it lost control and crashed on the road. The horse sounded sternly, and the coachman tightened the reins, but still couldn't control the horse. He waved his hand vigorously: "Get out of the way! I won't be knocked down!"

Mingzhu raised her head when she heard the sound, and the uncontrollable horse rushed towards them, very fast. Zhao Zhi quickly dragged her aside, but he was kicked by a horse's hoof.

Mingzhu was so frightened, her shock was just set, she subconsciously ran towards Zhao Shi and helped him from the ground.

Zhao Shi's chest was kicked by horseshoes, and the blood was pushed to his throat. He endured it and swallowed it back.

Zhao Shi opened his mouth, slowly smelling of rust, and he asked, "Are you not hurt?"

Mingzhu shook his head: "No."

Zhao Shi was relieved and nodded: "That's all right."

Mingzhu's heart is not made of stone. It is a bit sour and astringent, but soon, the sourness disappears. She said, "Let's go back."

Zhao Shi slowly stood up from the ground with her hand, "I haven't started watching the fireworks yet."

Mingzhu said, "I don't really want to see it."

But Zhao Shi insisted on doing this, coughing twice with his fist against his lips, returning his mouth full of blood pressure, clasping his cold hands with his fingers, and leading her to the tower.

Mingzhu was absent-minded, and looked at his face frequently, in the thick night, it was hard to see the joy and anger in his expression.

Only when the fireworks burst into heavy light in the sky, he could barely see his expression.

Cold, free, and calm.

The wind on the tower was strong, Zhao Shi took off his coat and tied it to her, "Would you like to watch it?"

Mingzhu raised her face and looked into his eyes, "I don't want to look."

Zhao Shi led her again and said, "Then go shopping on the street again."

Mingzhu didn't say anything along the way.

On the contrary, Zhao Zhixing was better than her. He bought her hairpins and some gadgets made by craftsmen, which are pretty rare.

The hawkers selling candied haws walked the streets.

Zhao Shi stopped the hawker and was about to pay to buy the last two, but was intercepted by another young couple.

The farmer said: "I'm here first."

Zhao Shi paused for a while, smiled at him, and said some kind words to him gently.

The farmer gave him the last two bunches of candied haws.

Zhao Shi paid the money, and Mingzhu held two bunches of candied haws, a little awkward.

I remembered the way he had just smiled at the corners of his mouth and said nice things to others, gentle and gentle, without any pretensions.

Along the way, the icing on the outer bread melted a bit.

After Mingzhu had eaten a bunch of candied haws, Zhao Shi had already changed his clothes, and the candlelight was shining on his pale face, so there was no blood.

At night, Zhao Shi had a very long nightmare.

"Cousin, do you regret it?" In the dim study, a man dressed in white stood by the window, lifeless.

"Cousin, you still don't think you are doing it right."

"She has been dead for several years."

"Do you really want me to pay for her life?"

Cries, screams, and all kinds of people's voices. Mixed together, harsh and unpleasant.

Zhao Shi saw the man slowly turning around, with a pale and thin face and a lack of taste. He was silent for a long time without saying anything.

Zhao Shi saw those dark eyes, and the next moment, he seemed to be dragged into the abyss. All the memories flocked to him, not giving him the slightest chance to breathe, as the tide attracted him.

He was in extreme pain, his waist bowed with a sullen expression. The pain swept through the whole body, and even the crooked fingers couldn't straighten up.

The white paper money scattered in the sky, the sad and mournful mourning, the wooden coffin, the white lantern and the white bun.

The colic in the heart was stronger than the other. The man was holding a short knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was facing him. He sat before dawn and stabbed the knife into the tip of his heart with expressionless face. He acted accurately and quickly. The tip of the knife tore his flesh and blood and stabbed him directly. Through the heart.

The trickling blood dyed the white clothes into red clothes.

He heard someone calling him in a panic, and the noisy voices gradually followed him away.

he died.

He finally recovered from decades of loneliness.

In the long torture for the rest of my life.

Get relief.

If there is another life...

God's favor...

If there really is...

Zhao Shi was awakened by Mingzhu. She curled her eyebrows: "What's the matter with you?"

Zhao Shi stared at her face blankly, and touched her face carefully with his fingertips, not listening to his instructions.

Soft and hot.

Mingzhu felt that he was very strange tonight, having a painful nightmare, and even shed tears.

She woke up after she wetted her palms with tears of not a few minutes of temperature.

Mingzhu looked at him wet and frightened. What did she dream of? It's so sad.

Zhao Shi's back was full of cold sweat, and his hands and feet were cold. He raised his eyes and stared at the woman in front of him.

He has remembered everything.