CH 145

Chapter 145

(52.2)

She had just finished eating the noodles that already she wanted to eat some watermelons. At this time of year, one had to eat watermelon.

Ming Zhu had planted several watermelon roots in the small yard before, and two of them actually blossomed successfully, and now they were ripe.

She usually couldn’t bear to pick them and eat them, but today she couldn’t endure it no matter what, she picked a watermelon that was ripe, then found a basket to put the watermelon in it, before putting the basket inside the well water to make it cold.

This watermelon was big, and the few of them wouldn’t be able to eat it all.

Throwing away the remaining half would be a waste, so Ming Zhu had someone send it to Zhao Zhi.

On the other hand, the intendant of the residence, who was ordering the servants to set up the items to be used during the wedding, also told them to avoid miss Ming Zhu in the meantime. This person was still a favored little ancestor, if she saw the big red and purple silk fabrics, she would inevitably get jealous, if she got angry and then a problem happened because of it, they would not be able to bear the responsibility.

In order to avoid Ming Zhu, the maids and servants of the residence, if they could bypass her courtyard, then they bypassed her courtyard.

Ming Zhu not only got peace, but there were also less eyes watching her.

The wedding was approaching, and the crown prince’s intendant was not the only one who was busy, Ming Zhu had not seen Zhao Zhi’s face for several days.

He was always busy for a while, and then free for a while.

Zhao Zhi had several strange and bizarre nightmares during these past few days, everywhere in front of his eyes, there were coffins and white clothes.

If it wasn’t red, it was white, the people he looked at were full of fear.

The days he spent at the temple to chant sutras, did not get him any relief.

He was not sleeping well, and his head was hurting. Whether his eyes were opened or closed, all he saw was the ghastly pale face of Ming Zhu lying quietly in bed, without any movement in her chest. He couldn’t hear her breathing either. It seemed like she was asleep, but it also seemed like she would never wake up.

Zhao Zhi asked the doctor to prescribe him tranquilizers, which he drank for a few days to recuperate his energy. He then set foot in Ming Zhu’s courtyard.

He walked forwards and heard her soft voice as soon as he walked in.

“Make it go higher, higher.”

Ming Zhu had a kite string in her hand and was standing under the sun to fly a kite.

The butterfly kite seemed to have been made by her own hands, it was painted in various colors, it was very bright.

The higher the kite flew, the higher it went, it had already crossed the wall in the backyard.

Zhao Zhi walked behind her and put his arm on hers, reminding her in a warm voice, “The kite string is about to break.”

The kite was flying too high, and the wind was also strong, if it was not retracted in time, the string would not last long and would break.

Ming Zhu tried hard not to let him see any difference in her, “It’s not high enough.”

She was both stubborn and persistent, she watched the kite fly to an unattainable height and had yet to be happy that already the kite string broke in mid-air just as he had said.

The butterfly kite, made of oil paper, swayed, and landed on the tall blossoming tree in the courtyard.

Ming Zhu pushed Zhao Zhi away and ran over there, lifting her skirt that was in the way with her hands.

Zhao Zhi followed.

Ming Zhu couldn’t hide her emotions, and her acting skills were not good either. She really did not want to see Zhao Zhi at this moment. She was unsure that she would not lunge towards him to choke him like in the dream.

She let out a deep breath, turned her back to him, tilted her head and concentrated on the kite hanging on the branch, without saying a word, she started to climb the tree.

When Zhao Zhi saw that, his head started to ache, he rubbed the middle of his forehead, “Come down.”

Ming Zhu didn’t listen to him, her foot was already on the trunk of the tree, her movements were unexpectedly flexible, and she quickly climbed to a position where she could reach the kite.

She reached for it, half of her body was hanging in mid-air, shaking like she was going to fall any moment.

Zhao Zhi’s complexion turned blue and black, but he didn’t dare to speak loudly for fear of scaring her. His eyelids jumped viciously twice, and he lowered his voice, “Be careful.”

Ming Zhu retrieved the kite without a hitch and then jumped down from the tree. Her pair of legs landed on the soft grass, without falling nor spraining.

She patted the leaves on her body and handed the broken kite to Biying, “Put it away for me.”

Zhao Zhi yanked her wrist and pulled her in front of him, “You’re too reckless.”

Ming Zhu lowered her head, deliberately avoiding his sight, unwilling and also not daring to look him in the eyes, afraid that she would not be able to hide the resentment in her eyes and would let him see some clues.

She would rather face the ground, boringly counting the patterns on her embroidered shoes, “The tree was not too high, even if I fall, it won’t kill me.”

Zhao Zhi pinched her wrist painfully, “So it doesn’t matter if you break your leg?”

Ming Zhu softly retorted, “It’s not what I mean.”

Zhao Zhi lifted her face, “If the kite is gone, you can buy another one, it’s not worth much.”

It was not as important as her body, if she really fell down, if she herself wasn’t distressed, he would definitely be.

Ming Zhu avoided his eyes, “It’s not the same.”

“What’s different?”

Ming Zhu pursed her lips after hearing this and didn’t say anything else. The kites she made and the kites she bought were different.