There were commonly used wound medicines in the carriage. Zhao Shi found the medicine bottle, lowered his head slightly, and closed his eyebrows. He first wiped her palms with a clean handkerchief, and then applied the ointment little by little.

The smell of this ointment is good, as if there is a scent of begonia pear blossoms, sweet and greasy, and comfortable.

Mingzhu couldn't move her hand, so he could only hold it, and she didn't feel how painful this wound was.

She didn't want to talk to him, let alone talk to him. He wouldn't be uncomfortable scolding him.

Zhao Shi helped her get the medicine, but he didn't know where to get a small pair of scissors.

Mingzhu's state immediately tightened, "What are you doing?"

Zhao Shi pressed her finger and explained faintly: "Help you cut your nails."

Mingzhu naturally refused, "I don't want it."

Zhao Shi raised his head, his eyes seemed puzzled, and he asked, "Why?"

After a long pause, the man softly calmed her tension, and said to her in a gentle and gentle voice: "If you cut your nails, you won't hurt yourself next time."

Mingzhu was hugged and sat on his lap. When struggling, the belt around his waist was slouched. The fabric was light and the skirt was a little messy.

Her face may be flushed with anger, "I don't feel any pain."

Zhao Shiman gave an inadvertent hum, grabbed her fingers, and looked down. Her fingernails were light pink, not too long, and they were dyed beautifully.

He still used scissors to cut off the nails of her hands, and the trim was clean and round.

Mingzhu scolded him for being ill.

Zhao Shi didn't respond.

He let go of her hand, and she immediately escaped from his arms and sat down on the other side of the collapse.

Mingzhu sorted out her messy clothes, she eased her mood, looked at him blankly, and asked, "Where is my daughter?"

"In the carriage behind."

Mingzhu stood up and walked outside without saying a word.

Zhao Zhi's eyes were fast and her hands were quick, her green fingers pinched her waist, and Mingzhu fell on him. He frowned, "Where to go?"

When he talked, his breath fell on her ears, numb and uncomfortable.

"She will make trouble if she doesn't see me."

Zhao Shi looked down and thought, and after thinking about it, it was true, but he was slightly dissatisfied with this matter. It is not a good thing for children to be too clingy.

"You are always used to her."

Zhao Shi didn't accuse him of saying this, instead, his low, dumb voice revealed a little grievance.

Mingzhu knew that his inexplicable possessiveness began to haunt him again, "Xiao Man is very good, I just want to spoil her."

The little girl has to be pampered, and Mingzhu is reluctant to spend money on her body, but she is not stingy with her daughter, and she has to use the best she can give for food and clothing.

When Mingzhu talked about her daughter, she was not so calm. She turned her face away, and there was no emotion in her eyes. She asked: "When you return to the capital, will you leave Xiaoman to someone else to raise?"

This is what Zhao Shi once said to her personally. If this is the case, is there any way she can stop it? It seemed that Zhao Shi could only be solved by stabbing Zhao Shi to death.

She began to think seriously about where to get the knife and kill the sharpest knife in the world.

Zhao Shi stretched out his hand and stroked her outline. He gritted his teeth and said, "No."

Mingzhu has no trust in him. This man has never lied to others, but he doesn't have any honesty with her.

She asked: "Really? You used to..."

Zhao Shi interrupted her, the voice squeezing out from the **** trembled slightly, speaking slowly, as if speaking very hard, "You didn't want this child back then. I thought you didn't like her and didn't want to see her. Said to take the child to the palace to raise."

But Mingzhu was so soft-hearted that she didn't want to really want this child at all.

Mingzhu didn't even have a reaction, she didn't feel much happy because of these words.

After more than half an hour, it was almost noon before Zhao Shi let her go to the carriage behind to see the child.

The little girl was wronged and nestled in her mother's arms, clutching her sleeve, and refused to let go.

Mingzhu felt that she must be frightened, so she coaxed her in a low voice, "Xiao Man is not afraid, mother is here."

Xiaoman is not a crying girl, but yesterday she was really wronged. She wiped her tears and hiccuped while crying: "Hungry."

Mingzhu wiped her face with a kerchief, "Eat some cakes and cushion them first, okay?"

She nodded, but she was still picky eaters, "Don't want sesame seeds."

Mingzhu said yes, and then fed her some sugar cakes, afraid of her toothache, so she didn't dare to feed her too much.

The little girl ate and drank enough, and continued to stick to her mother in a comfortable way.

It was dark until the evening.

Mingzhu didn't get out of the carriage, and coaxed her daughter to have a good meal, and told her two more stories before coaxing her to sleep.

It was warm in the carriage, and there were two thick quilts on the soft couch, enough for them to spend the night.

Mingzhu couldn't sleep a bit, and a little maid outside the carriage said, "Girl, please go back, Your Highness."

"Say I'm asleep."

"His Royal Highness won't believe it."

"I'm not going."

The little maid did not dare to speak loudly, and ran back to her life with a bitter face.

Mingzhu stuffed a kettle into the bed, she didn't even take off her socks, and went straight into the bed, just about to take a break.

The curtain was lifted, Zhao Shi glanced at her, "Are you sleepy?"

Mingzhu didn't pay attention to him.

Zhao Shi looked at the child who was already sleeping soundly in bed. He said, "I have arrived at the post, come down."

Mingzhu could bear it before, but now she can also hold it. She wrapped her daughter in a blanket and hugged her out of the carriage.

There were gusts of cold wind on her face, which awakened her. She wore few clothes, wearing a lake blue fairy dress, and she didn't block the wind at all.

Zhao Shi took his cloak, put it on her shoulder, took her by the hand, and walked into the station.

Two upper rooms were left on the second floor, and Zhao Shi asked the mother to carry the child into the room.

Mingzhu was angry and stared at him with straight eyes.

Zhao Shiruo casually unbuttoned the cufflinks and removed the wristbands and straps. He said: "Children who are almost three years old shouldn't sleep in the same room with their mother."

Mingzhu just wanted to laugh. She turned around to leave. Zhao Shi had already locked the door of her room and frowned as she looked at her haggard face.

Mingzhu may have been irritated by him, her stomach twitching painful, her face gradually turned pale, she covered her stomach with her hand, and stepped back a few steps, leaning on the table and chair, barely steadying her body.

Zhao Shi felt flustered and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mingzhu bit her lower lip, and she has reached the point where she doesn't want to say anything to him.

Zhao Shi caught her body, "Stomach hurts?"

The pain came suddenly and severely, and she suddenly lost the strength to speak.

Zhao Shi hugged her to the bed, and asked her to call the doctor who was accompanying her with a cold face.

Mingzhu's face was stuck in the quilt, her breathing was deep and slow, she didn't even bother to move her fingers now.

After giving birth to the child, every time I came to the moon, I would have to die in pain, and I never had a small day. When I was in pain, I wanted to die on the spot.

Zhao Shi sat on the edge of the bed, held her in his arms, and put his hands on her lower abdomen.

Mingzhu didn't appreciate at all, she gritted her teeth and told him to roll. She has only enough strength to say a word.

Zhao Shi didn't expect that she was so in pain that she didn't want to see her so much, did she really hate him so much?

Suddenly, Mingzhu burst into force, pushing away from his body, clutching his chest as if she wanted to vomit.

She really vomited.

After vomiting, I didn't feel much comfortable.

Zhao Shi helped her up from the ground, fed her two sips of warm water, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his fingers, his voice trembled slightly, "Does it hurt?"

Mingzhu bit his wrist to vent his anger.

The doctor rushed to prescribe a prescription, and then handed me painkillers.

Zhao Shi opened her lips and fed the pill. He was relieved when she saw that she swallowed it.

The medicine worked quickly, and after a while, the colic was relieved.

Mingzhu's whole body was unable to bury his chest, and gradually healed, her pale face gradually became more bloody, but she still looked very weak.

She glanced at the blood mark on Zhao Zhi's wrist, her expression was faint, she seemed to remember and asked: "When did you let them release Wei Chiyu?"

Zhao Zhiqi's vomiting blood, she just happened to be a little bit better, still can think of Wei Chiyu?

Zhao Shi swallowed this breath silently, "After a month of detention, the government office has to release people if they can't produce evidence."

Mingzhu nodded, "That's good."

She raised her eyes and looked at him seriously, "Don't lie to me anymore."

Zhao Shi met her eyes, swallowed bitterness, and said with a sullen face that he would not.

Mingzhu turned around, turned her back to him, and a dull voice came from the quilt, "Zhao Zhi, I can be a concubine, but I don't want to see my concubine, can I?"

if not.

She always has a chance to get a knife or sword.

The long sword he often used was hung in Zhao Shi's study. She closed her eyes, her mind was out of control, it was all the pictures of Zhao Shi being pierced by her sword.