National Beauty

Zhao Heng is usually widowed, and he is friends with painting and calligraphy all day. It can be described as pure-hearted and low-spirited, so he rarely drinks alcohol. Today's big wedding, the good brother Chu Wang probably thinks he is too indifferent, and deliberately wants to be lively, take the lead in filling him with wine. As the bridegroom, Zhao Heng was inconvenient to refuse, he brought a bowl of cow drink, a few bowls, his face was not red, but the calm cloud under his eyes waved.

Zhao Heng didn't know how much he was drinking. When he felt the first slight dizziness, he knew that he could drink it here tonight, and gave his brother a vague wink.

King Chu had a sense of measure, he immediately stood in front of his younger brother, holding a large porcelain bowl, and said to King Rui who still wanted to persuade him to drink: "Okay, let the youngest go find the bride, I will drink with you!"

The people didn't follow him, and they clamored for King Shou to come back. Zhao Heng pretended to be drunk and was helped by Father Fu and left the hall.

In the middle of winter, the hall was full of heat and alcohol. When the cold wind blew outside, Zhao Heng suddenly became sober. He looked at the backyard and asked for water. Father Fu knew that his master was so clean and asked the little **** to prepare. He continued to help the master to walk towards the clean room. After Zhao Heng drank so much wine, the spirit of the wine gradually came up, and he walked to the front of Gong Pail without telling Father Fu to retire.

Father Fu guessed that the master might be unsteady, so he dutifully supported him. Yu Guang stole the master's hand and saw that the master lifted his clothes and laid out three times before finally releasing the treasure of the fairy family. It's not the first time I watched Father Fu playing by his master's side, but every time I watched it, I couldn't help but wonder in my heart. The master was born with a magical weapon, and he had to rebuild his internal martial arts. If he cultivated both internally and externally and became the body of the king of Chu, wouldn't it be like a tiger with wings and rush to the sky?

With the sound of water rushing, Father Fu silently retracted his gaze, thinking of the princess's petite body, suddenly a little worried. King Chu sent a box of books, and the prince turned a page and ruined him. He didn't know if it would go well tonight. At any rate, he was able to hear a few babbles from his childhood eunuch, a person like a breeze and full moon, and he had never touched these at all.

When the matter was over, Father Fu wanted to help the master, and the master moved his arm. Father Fu immediately let go and waited for the master to wash his hands with water.

Before taking a bath, Zhao Heng drank a bowl of Pu'er tea for hangover, washed it briefly, and went out to the clean room again. By now, the wine has gone for the most part, and his eyes have regained clarity.

He signaled that Father Fu didn't need to follow, he went to the backyard alone, and just came over and saw a little maid stepping out of the hall with a water basin and walking from the other side. The two maids at the door spotted him and immediately saluted him in a loud voice, not like welcoming, but like reminding the people inside. Zhao Heng slowed down slightly, staring lightly at the door.

Song Jianing just finished washing her face...

No one had expected the King of Shou to come so quickly. The maids were about to comb her a graceful and luxurious bun that was in line with the status of the princess. When they heard that the prince had already arrived, both of them made a decisive decision and gathered up her dark, thick long Hair, folded a snail bun on the top of his head in twos and threes, and then took out a golden phoenix from the jewelry box and inserted it into the bun.

"Wear this pair of earrings." Liu'er picked up a pair of white jade pendants and swiftly helped Song Jianing, who had already stood up, put them on.

"I haven't applied the rouge yet..." Jiu'er held the rouge box and raised his hands to help Song Jianing pat.

"Forget it, let's go out first." Song Jianing was still in the mood to dress up, for fear of neglecting King Shou, she checked his clothes while walking out, panicked, and then stepped out of the hall, and saw that King Shou had arrived. In front of the door. There was a crescent moon in the sky, and red lanterns with double happiness hung in front of the porch. King Shou stood there in a big red homely robe, as handsome as an immortal.

Song Jianing didn't dare to look more, bowed his head and saluted: "Lord."

Zhao Heng lowered his eyes and saw her face illuminated by the light, the broken hair on the forehead and the thick eyelashes still wet, making her skin pale and pink, like a peach that was just washed and served, tender and tender. People coveted. After taking off her wedding dress, she changed into a big red waist pinch jacket embroidered with golden phoenixes. Underneath was a Luo skirt of the same color. Where the jacket skirts meet, she has a slender waist to hold.

Zhao Heng reached out and held her shoulders.

Song Jianing blushed, glanced at the man's robe, and stood up straight.

Zhao Heng retracted his hand and crossed her into the hall.

Song Jianing led the two big maids to follow in, and Liu Jiu'er and the two second-class maids were outside waiting for the summons. The thick cotton curtain was put down, and the hall with the burning earth dragon suddenly became warmer. Seeing King Shou sitting on the red sandalwood chair to the north, looking at her with a clear look, Song Jianing became more cramped and tentative. He asked: "I have prepared sober tea here, do you want to use it?"

Zhao Heng looked at her and said, "No need."

Song Jianing pursed her lower lip, looked away, trying to find other words.

"Dinner, have you used it?" Zhao Heng asked her.

Song Jianing hesitated. She just woke up and hadn't eaten yet, but the prince came back from the banquet. Maybe the prince just wants to sleep now? Song Jianing had made a decision. He was about to lie and said that he had eaten, but he listened to the man in charge of saying, "Prepare food."

Shuang'er and Liu'er went to arrange immediately.

"Sit." Zhao Heng said again.

Song Jianing nodded and sat down on Zhao Heng's side with a small square table between them. The man was taciturn. Song Jianing glanced at his clothes. They were really two big ones. She didn't say anything as if she didn't want to pay attention to him. When she said it, she was afraid that he didn't like to listen and disturbed the prince's quietness.

"I have been persuading wine before, the prince has no time to eat, right?" After racking his brains, Song Jianing asked courageously.

Zhao Heng looked at her and hummed.

Song Jianing:...

What can I say?

Song Jianing really couldn't find anything to say. Fortunately, the kitchen moved quickly and soon brought the food. The staple food is bird's nest porridge, followed by four dishes, which are stewed chicken with mushrooms, three silks of dragon and phoenix, mandarin duck and bean paste, and another stewed venison. Song Jianing followed the Shouwang to the dining table. When Yu Guang saw the man eating by himself, Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief and ate his own slowly.

After a busy day, Song Jianing was really hungry, and Shuang'er was used to serving the master again. Seeing what the master was looking at, she added vegetables in time. The only venison that had not been placed on Shouwang's side was left. Song Jianing knew what venison was good for, and didn't look at it. He noticed that Zhao Heng had used a few pieces of venison. Song Jianing's heart was pounding and his neck was red.

Does the prince know that venison is very nourishing?

Zhao Heng didn’t know, he didn’t even taste what kind of meat it was. If Father Fu was there, he might ask, but he was surrounded by her maid, so he ate it silently, feeling that the taste was okay, and he drank half a bowl. broth.

When they were full, the couple rinsed their mouths. Zhao Heng got up first and walked towards the inner room.

Song Jianing was a few steps behind, turned around, saw Shuang'er and they retreated outside the hall with a smile, and closed the door. Song Jianing was in a panic. She never disliked King Shou's mouth problems, but she really wanted him to say a few more words, so she didn't say anything, she was afraid of making mistakes in everything.

The dragon and phoenix candles were burning in the inner room, and Zhao Heng stopped by the carved cedar hanger and looked sideways at the bride following behind.

It was dark to sleep, Song Jianing understood, blushing, walked to him, and said to his chest: "I will serve the prince to change clothes, right?"

Zhao Heng nodded and opened his arms slightly.

Song Jianing felt like a deer, turned to the other side, stretched out his hand to untie his belt, turned his head to hang on the hanger, and continued to undress him. The man was tall and slender. When Song Jianing grabbed his clothes and fell down, she couldn't put it down all at once. Her face was hot and she looked at him with a guilty conscience, unexpectedly he was looking at her with bright eyes.

Sweat beads appeared on Song Jianing's forehead and nose, evasively circling behind him, and finally took off the outer robe. Hanging on the hanger, Song Jianing turned his head and was about to help him take off his shirt. His eyes swept under his hem, and he saw King Shou's trousers, which were like a curtain, being held up by a door bolt. At first glance, Song Jianing was stunned. When she realized what it was, Song Jianing blushed like a shrimp just put in the pot, and his legs were faintly soft, and he almost fell to the ground.

This this……

Wang Shou is similar in height to Guo Xiao, but not as burly as Guo Xiao. It stands to reason that it should be inferior there. How could it be worse... Song Jianing was shocked and forgot to react, both shocked and frightened. Moreover, she didn't understand, just looking at King Shou Wang's face, she was indifferent as an immortal, she thought that King Shou was really as she guessed, and didn't care about women.

She stared at the hem of his clothes motionlessly, Zhao Heng looked down, his face didn't change, but his eyes darker, leaving her, he first went around the screen and sat straight on the imperial golden lacquered nanmu bed. He took off his boots and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for his princess. On the other side of the screen, Song Jianing was panicked, but she didn't dare to let King Shou wait. With shaking hands, she untied her jacket and took off her skirt, leaving only a big red silk shirt.

When she hung the dress on the hanger, Song Jianing noticed a scorching gaze, and she almost didn't hang it with a shake of her hand.

Nervous, shy, and anxious, Song Jianing lowered her head and walked to the Babu bed step by step, putting down the two layers of gauze tents outside. The candlelight was blocked, and the inside of the tent was dark red and dim. Song Jianing didn't dare to look at the man at a glance. After sitting down, with a light effort on his feet, he got out of the embroidered shoes.

The man didn't move, Song Jianing lay on the outside with a blushing face and closed his eyes tightly.

The bed shook, he was moving, the next moment, the collar of the jacket was torn off, and he was taking off her clothes. Song Jianing wanted to learn from him so indifferently, even if she wanted to be calm on the surface, but she was not an emperor's material, and she couldn't learn it. When the skirt was untied, her body was cold, and there was only one piece that could cover her chest. When he was a child, Song Jianing blushed like fire, his heart was beating wildly, and his chest was uncontrollable.

"Raise your hand." He finally spoke, his voice dull.

Song Jianing obediently raised both arms and left the bed with his back. He took the opportunity to completely tear open her shirt.

With her shoulders and arms exposed, Song Jianing was a bit cold. She wanted to hug her chest for warmth, but she didn't dare to endure it in a panic. A small lump gradually became cold on her delicate arms. Except for her own breathing, there was no sound around her. Just when Song Jianing couldn't help but want to open her eyes, or begged him to cover her with a quilt, a big hand suddenly fell on her right arm, gently pressing her down. , The palm of his hand was fiery, instantly dispelling Song Jianing's anxiety.

If you touch it, you like it.

When the hand moved back and forth along her arm, Song Jianing finally accumulated a bit of courage and opened his eyes tremblingly. At the same time, his hand stopped moving, his gaze shifted to meet her. She lay there blushing, like an obedient rabbit waiting to be enjoyed. Zhao Heng looked at her inquisitively, wondering what she was going to say at this time.

Song Jianing thought he would see desire in his eyes, but she only saw a thicker cloud, she was a little timid, but...

"Master, I'm cold..."

Looking at him timidly, Song Jianing blushed, with a faint voice, as if acting like a baby.

Zhao Heng's eyes changed slightly, and he swept across her open shoulders and arms again. He knew it, and grabbed the quilt to cover her.

After drying for a while, Song Jianing was still cold, and then, while the quilt was lifted, Shou Wang lay in and naturally hugged her incomparably.

Song Jianing didn't feel cold anymore...