Song Huaiqing didn't make a sound for a long time, his deep eyes fell on Mingzhu's profile, and then he looked away without a trace.

A few years have passed, Mingzhu still seems to have not changed, her figure is thin and graceful, and the pure smile of hibiscus comes out of the water, which is thrilling and intriguing.

Song Huaiqing has lived for so many years. What kind of woman hasn't been seen, and there are many people in his backyard. He is not a person who will be dazzled by beauty.

I can't blame him for being so obsessed and threatening to threaten her that day in Yangzhou City.

She smiled pure and beautiful, and her eyes seemed to have hooks at the end of her eyes, resembling a lotus and a rose, her beauty was indeed very moving.

When the men saw her, they wanted to take her as their own, so they could keep her in the backyard.

Song Huaiqing didn't know if Mingzhu had told Zhao Shi about the threats he had made to her. Most of them didn't say it.

A bit of regret flashed in Song Huaiqing's heart, and the melancholy of inexplicable melancholy was fleeting.

It's really a pity.

If she were still a concubine, things would be much easier.

Song Huaiqing returned to his senses, turned his head to look at Zhao Shi's face, and asked in a low voice: "Why did your Highness suddenly become ill? Is he still so sick?"

Zhao Shi said perfunctorily: "I didn't pay attention to adding clothes at night."

Song Huaiqing raised his eyebrows, "His Royal Highness does not seem to have a wind chill."

His complexion was too pale, and his face became thinner.

Zhao Shi glanced at him sideways, straightened the corners of his mouth, and replied coldly, "It's really cold."

Song Huai finished the count and did not continue to ask. He came today and brought some premium supplements, ginseng antler bird's nest, everything.

But whether he came to visit Zhao Shi, or has other selfish motives, only he himself knows.

Mingzhu hugged the child on her lap, broke two newly sprout branches, and taught her daughter to make a wreath.

Xiaoman's chubby hands are so clumsy that he can't learn how to learn.

A child who is almost three years old will already be shy, and may feel ashamed. He threw down the branch in his hand and buried his face in his mother's arms, and said with a grin: "I don't want to learn."

Mingzhu left her alone and touched her head, "Okay."

Mingzhu made two wreaths at once and placed them in her fleshy palms, "Okay, isn't it pretty?"

Xiaoman squeezed it tightly and couldn't put it down, she nodded, "Pretty, I like it."

All Mingzhu's mind was on her daughters, and she didn't notice anyone behind them.

Zhao Shi didn't like others staring at Zhuzhu before, and now he does the same. He said, "Let's go."

Song Huaiqing narrowed his eyes and said casually: "Your daughter has the same personality as you."

"Yes?"

Song Huaiqing smiled slightly, "Don't you see it?"

Zhao Shi thought for a while, "I do." He turned his eyes and asked thoughtfully: "Why, do you want a baby too?"

Song Huaiqing's smile at the corner of his mouth stagnated a little, "Not in a hurry."

Zhao Shi remembered that there were a lot of women in Song Huaiqing's backyard.

Zhao Shi would not worry about the marital affairs of others, so he was sent to the door.

He turned and went back to the backyard.

When Mingzhu and her daughter are together, they are extraordinarily gentle, with smooth eyebrows and no coldness at all.

She wore a wreath made of tender green branches on her head, her long hair fluttered, and the tail of her eyes was like a butterfly's flimsy cicada wings, and her pure color was charming. She wore a light gauze Ruan Luo skirt, the gauze flew layer by layer, her slender arms were whitened by the sun, and her skin was slightly greenish as white as snow. After weaving the wreath, she began to talk to her daughter about folk story.

The little girl was drowsy and couldn't hold back her sleepiness. When she drooped her eyelids, she was afraid that she would go away. She grabbed her fingers uneasy and said, "Mother, don't go."

Mingzhu felt very distressed. She was sick for too long before and couldn't accompany her.

Mingzhu touched her daughter's little face, "Okay, I will hold you to sleep."

Mingzhu didn't even notice when Zhao Shi walked behind her.

She turned around holding her daughter, and she was stunned when she saw the figure standing under the tree.

Zhao Shi walked over slowly and stretched out his arms, "I'll do it."

She didn't pay attention, and the little girl in her arms was hugged by him.

Zhao Shi was injured, but it didn't get in the way.

The summer breeze blows, warm and soft.

Standing in the wind, Mingzhu raised his head slightly, and looked towards Zhao Shi. He was wearing a white robe with a white body, with a jade pendant around his waist, and moiré embroidered on the cuffs. He looked thin and pine.

When he is stern and not smiling, the cold distance feels daunting.

Mingzhu suddenly felt a little melancholy, not knowing why she was sad.

She had been impressed by his gentleness, and seemed to really like him.

It's a pity that the joy that was once has long since passed away in the years.

She struggled hard, but the other kite string was still firmly grasped in his hand.

Mingzhu's eyes are sore, maybe she really wants to get acquainted with Zhao in this life.

When Zhao Shi saw her eyes wet, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Mingzhu looked away, "Nothing."

Zhao Zhi pursed her lips, "Why are you sad?"

He is surprisingly keen in observation and is extremely sensitive to her emotions.

She is sad.

The look in your eyes can't deceive people.

Mingzhu didn't speak quietly, but she didn't know what to say.

Zhao Shi twitched the corner of his mouth, smiling a little ugly, "Is it really that sad to be with me?"

Mingzhu is not good at deceiving people, and he can see through every lie.

She didn't answer at all.

Zhao Shining agreed that the last sentence she said was not true, but it was better for her than not saying a word like she does now.

She unintentionally revealed the fragility and sadness, as well as the silent silence, like hot red iron pouring on his heart, and the hot skin creaked.

The dense and dense and seemingly endless pain penetrates the spinal cord.

Zhao Shi took a deep breath, he shouldn't ask.

He carried the child into the room, helped her take off her shoes and put it inside the bed, then lowered the bed curtains to block the weak light.

In the evening, Zhao Shi had to change her dressing.

In front of her, he untied the knots on his clothes belt, and took off his clothes one by one. The wound was not completely scabbed, and it still hurt.

Zhao Shi asked Mingzhu to give him medicine.

Mingzhu thought for a while, "I'm clumsy, I don't know how."

Zhao Shi said, "It's okay."

Mingzhu lowered her head and looked down. She was very courageous. She was tortured by a nightmare that night, encouraged by her uncontrollable anger and hatred, and stabbed the knife without hesitation. But now she doesn't even have the courage to face the wound.

She dared not look.

Uncontrollable remembered that the ground was full of blood that day, she had it all on her hands, and also on her dress.

Mingzhu was shaking with the medicine bottle, she slowly lifted the gauze on his chest, took a look, then moved her eyes away.

Her fingers were trembling constantly, and she said, "I'll call someone."

Zhao Shi suddenly held her wrist, "What are you afraid of?"

He didn't embarrass her, "I'll do it myself."

Mingzhu couldn't wait to return the medicine bottle to him, and hid aside like running away.

Zhao Shi was expressionless and tore off the scab on the surface, without frowning his eyebrows, he poured a whole bottle of powder on it.

The fine powder was mixed with flesh and blood, and Mingzhu seemed to be able to hear the sound of the sparks burning up, and it seemed very painful.

After Zhao Shi changed the medicine and put on clothes, he was already in a cold sweat, his face was pale and scary, and there was no blood.

It stands to reason that he should be weak, but he turned off the lights at night and fell asleep, Mingzhu was unable to breathe well because of his arms. The man's hands on her waist were too strong, and he pinched her waist fiercely for fear that she would run. NS.

Mingzhu said something uncomfortable, and he relaxed.

She turned her back to him and closed her eyes in a daze. When she was about to fall asleep, she felt that her back was hard and the soft flesh on her waist felt uncomfortable.

She subconsciously went forward to hide, and the man behind her dragged her back.

Mingzhu felt her waist hurt even more, she reached out to grab it, and a low muffled grunt came from behind her ears.

Mingzhu woke up from her sleep almost immediately. After a few seconds, she let go.

Her face flushed red, she drilled forward and hid in the quilt.

Zhao Shi knew that he had frightened her, but he had been very restrained and forbearing. After all, he had not eaten meat for two or three years.

Zhao Shi stretched out her hand to retrieve her body, and the hot palm gently soothed her back, her voice was dumb, "Sleep at ease."

Mingzhu curled up, still distrustful.

Zhao Shi said, "I have to wait for the injury to recover even if I want to do what I want."

Mingzhu thought for a while, and felt that what he said was a bit reasonable, and he shouldn't be lying to her.

She gradually let go of her nervous defenses, and the thorns on her body softened.

Mingzhu didn't sleep well all night, and got up the next day with a pain in her waist.

She looked around, but did not find the child. Guan Shi told her that the young princess had been taken to the study by His Royal Highness in the morning.

When Mingzhu rushed over, Zhao Shi was teaching her daughter to read.

Mingzhu had quite a criticism of this, and couldn't help but say: "She is still young."

"Well, I just want to teach her to recognize her name."

Zhao Shi asked the mother to hug the child, then looked at Mingzhu and asked, "Enough sleep?"

Mingzhu usually has to sleep one more hour.

"enough."

Zhao Shi planned to take her into the palace this afternoon. He said to her: "Zhao Xin hosted a banquet in the palace today. She has been thinking of you for several years."

Mingzhu knew that the princess was a wonderful person, kind-hearted and hearty in doing things.

Zhao Shi saw that she was not very resistant, and he was relieved, and then said: "I will take you into the palace to see her."

"good."

The maid serving Mingzhu changed people, and Biying didn't know where Zhao Shi had sent her. She has never seen Biying since she returned to Beijing.

The new little maid does not talk much and is diligent in his hands and feet.

Mingzhu changed into a light blue tulle skirt with a turquoise waist. The fabric was a rare smoky veil. The veil was fluttering. The beaded jade tassel was tied around the waist to tighten the slender waist, and the chest was full. The hair is full of blue silk to pull up the most popular bun, and the hair is a golden step with exquisite workmanship. The earlobe cartilage wears Yingluo earrings, soft and graceful.

The people in the capital only knew that the prince had already accepted the concubine. Although the wedding ceremony was not performed, the name had already been determined. The prince's name had been named the royal jade butterfly, and her name was justified.

The noble lady in the capital couldn't help but want to find out what the sacred princess was, but it was a pity that no one knew.

Even the princess doesn't know.

As if no one had seen it before.

Zhao Shiben wanted to take Mingzhu to his mother's bedroom for peace, only to realize that his father was taking his mother to hunt on horseback.

Mingzhu's hand hurts a little when he holds it, "My hand hurts, please lighten it."

Sometimes Zhao Shi just couldn't control her strength, and always hurt her by accident.

Mingzhu asked again: "Where is the princess?"

Zhao Shi thought for a while, "Should be making trouble in the back garden."

Mingzhu didn't want to deal with those noble girls, but she didn't want to be alone with Zhao Shi. She earned a hand, "I want to go and find her."

Zhao Shi knew that she was hiding from him on purpose. After a moment of silence, he hung the jade pendant from his waist on the jade belt on her waist, rubbed his fingers across her cheek, and then assigned two court ladies to accompany Mingzhu. Went to the back garden.

The garden is lively, but the princess is not there.

The girls sitting around talked a lot about the topic of the princess.

"Really no one has seen the prince concubine? The immortal who came out from wherever he went is really good."

"It's not a good fate. No one has even heard the name. It must not be a high-level lady from a family of hairpins, a little-known girl, flying to the sky."

"The prince's backyard is also clean, and the only concubine has died a long time ago."

"This princess is really blessed."

Mingru didn't feel so angry after sitting by listening to these words. She had been married to the Hou Mansion a year ago and lived a prudent life, but she was always decent.

Some famous ladies have to flatter her when they see her, and talk to her politely for fear of offending her.

Mingru was one step away from the position of the princess. Of course she was not reconciled, but as long as the princess was not her short-lived nemesis sister.

She felt much better in her heart.

Mingru made no secret of her disgust for Mingzhu. She picked up the tea in front of her, took a few sips, and slowly said, "What should I do to mention her on a good day to enjoy the lotus? My appetite has become much worse."

Short-lived ghost, die well.

The scourges die fast.

It's also fortunate that Mingzhu died early, otherwise she didn't know how long she was going to block her by relying on that face.

When Mingzhu appeared in the pavilion, they were very scared.

She screamed in surprise, saying that she had seen a ghost.

Mingzhu couldn't help but smile when they saw Huarong pale in fright.

It took a while for Mingru to gradually calm down, and she swept the jade pendant on her waist, her face changed drastically, "His Royal Highness even gave you this?!"

"She, she, wasn't she burned to death?"

"No, I'm going to faint." After speaking, someone was really frightened and fainted.

Everyone gradually became more attentive and looked at Mingzhu with conflicting eyes.

Whether it's dead or alive.

No matter how beautiful it looks like a flower, you still have to abide by the rules.

"Mingzhu girl is a concubine, she has not been invited to call on her, and she is sensible and reasonable, so why can't she appear here openly, right?"

"How can you still call her a girl? You should call her auntie." Ming Rupi smiled and said slowly.

This is terribly ugly.

Mingzhu thought she didn't want to come yet.

It's boring, no matter how many years have passed, these people are still as boring as before.

Mingzhu didn't even bother to speak to them, stretched her waist, and turned to leave.

Zhao Shi changed her mind temporarily, and hurriedly caught up to see her being surrounded by her without saying a word.

Zhao Xinan started from the heart, strode forward, and dragged her back into his arms, cupped her cheeks with his fingers, frowned and whispered, and asked, "What did you hear?"

Mingzhu is unwilling to tell him that the perfunctory can no longer be perfunctory, "No."

Zhao Shi raised his head, his face was freezing cold, his face was so calm and the corners of his mouth were straightened, so that people did not dare to approach him.

I want to turn around and run away.

Zhao Shi raised his eyebrows, the surface was calm and quiet, and there was only a cold and solemn voice in his voice, his expression was casual, his words were clear and serious, as if he was waiting to be liquidated in the future.

He asked: "What did you say just now?"