National Beauty

Zhao Heng knew that his princess was unwell, so he kissed her, unexpectedly she had misunderstood his intentions.

Seeing the girl who blushed and leaned in his arms, petite and weak, Zhao Heng really had an impulse, but he restrained it in time and only held her with his hands without explaining anything. Seeing that he didn't mean that, Song Jianing was relieved and felt that he should go down, but the prince had a broad and warm chest, so it was very comfortable to lean together. Song Jianing continued to lean against him cheeky, and took the initiative to let her go back when he had enough.

Zhao Heng held her all the time.

The carriage bumped slightly, and Song Jianing became more and more sleepy, and fell asleep like this, with his head leaning on his shoulder, his left hand loosely holding his robe. But this kind of sleeping position was uncomfortable, Song Jianing's head naturally tilted down, Zhao Heng silently watched her recovering rosy face, and the left arm supporting her shoulder slowly moved down, until she rubbed and found the most comfortable position. , He stabilized.

Song Jianing slept soundly, the man hugged him firmly, she didn't even know that the car had stopped.

Outside the curtain came the sound of the coachman jumping off the ground, and Zhao Heng bowed his head. The princess Shou in her arms, her face blushed and her complexion recovered, her red lips slightly opened, and her breath was blue. Zhao Heng watched for a while, but didn't wake her up. He slowly helped her put on the cloak and hood, and wrapped her up tightly. Only then did she carefully picked her up and got out of the carriage.

Father Fu and Shuang'er were all waiting outside. Seeing that the prince came out holding the princess, the two looked at each other. The pair first smiled and bowed their heads. Father Fu also laughed, and finally saw a trace of popularity in the prince, no more Worried that the prince has cultivated immortality.

Zhao Heng hugged Song Jianing all the way back to the backyard. When a group of servants saw them on the way, they saluted quietly and quietly without making a sound.

Zhao Heng put Song Jianing on the bed and sat beside him for a while. Seeing that she was not awake, he walked outside and glanced at Father Fu. Father Fu immediately leaned in front of the master, Zhao Heng whispered a few words. When Father Fu heard this, he immediately thanked the king of Chu in his heart. This elder brother was thoughtful and gave not only a box of books, but also two porcelain bottles of plaster for the two masters.

Father Fu ran to fetch the medicine, and returned quickly, and handed it over to the master.

Zhao Heng turned back to the inner room and put down the two gauze tents outside the Babu bed. The light dimmed, Zhao Heng turned around, she lay on her back on the bed, unaware.

Zhao Heng looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand and sat down slowly.

Song Jianing slept soundly, but when there was a weird coolness from below, she subconsciously shrank her abdomen, and she woke up, so she looked down for the first time. Zhao Heng sat on the side of the bed, still pinching the handle of the medicinal round jade piece with two fingers, and his black eyes calmly leaned toward her. The tent was dark, Song Jianing couldn't see the emotions in his eyes, and she didn't have the mind to observe. Seeing his arm stretched to her side, she immediately confirmed her conjecture!

With a thud in his head, Song Jianing blushed too much.

"Apply medicine, it's almost done." Zhao Heng retracted his gaze and moved his hand forward.

Song Jianing bit her lip and covered her eyes with one hand, trying to grab the quilt, which was folded up and placed under his feet. Calling him this way in broad daylight, Song Jianing was extremely ashamed, when he gently turned to make the plaster evenly spread, she snorted uncontrollably, and begged embarrassingly: "Lord, I, let me do it myself."

She does it herself...

How did she come?

Last night, the scene where she helped him find the right way with her little hand broke into his mind again, and Zhao Heng's mouth suddenly became dry.

"Okay." He let go, leaving the green jade tube hanging there.

Song Jianing secretly opened his eyes and saw through the gap between his fingers that he was still sitting on the side of the bed, motionless, and had no intention of leaving. Guessing that he was going to watch from the sidelines, Song Jianing dared not come by himself, grabbed the skirt he had pushed up to cover his face, and said nothing. Zhao Heng waited for a moment, then pinched the jade tube again.

He painted the floor very meticulously, wiped it inside and out for a quarter of an hour, then pulled the quilt to help her.

Song Jianing pulled up the quilt and immediately turned to the inside, his face was blocked by a corner, only his red ears were exposed. Zhao Heng glanced at the position of her chest and said, "Above." She also cried out in pain there.

Song Jianing was not Father Fu. He couldn't guess what he meant by just two words. She turned her head shyly, and saw him staring at her. She was stunned for a moment. He reacted and hid in the bed again, saying in utter shame: "No need..." No In the same place, the way to recuperate is naturally different. Why is he so stupid?

Zhao Heng stared at the quilt, waiting for a long time for the dry fire in his body to calm down, and then said: "You sleep, I will go to the front."

Song Jianing hummed in a low voice.

Zhao Heng put the porcelain bottle on the low cabinet outside and left.

Song Jianing showed his head and listened to the movement for a while, first put on the pants that he had faded to his ankles, and then took off the outer dress, lying on the bed in a complex mood, feeling ashamed and sweet, but soon exhausted. Coming up, Song Jianing closed her eyes and fell asleep deeply. The maids outside were instructed by the prince not to disturb the princess’s rest. Without interruption, Song Jianing fell asleep until dusk. When he woke up, the room was dim and dark. Song Jianing could not tell whether it was early morning or evening.

She wanted to clarify, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. When she was putting on her shoes, she realized that her waist was less sore, and the pain underneath was not so much. Seeing a glimpse of the celadon porcelain vase on the low cabinet, Song Jianing's face was getting hot from time to time. I don't know where the prince got the medicine. It actually works so well. It looks like it will be unavoidable tonight.

She went to the clean room to release water, washed her hands, and then called the maids to come in and wait on her.

In the study room of the front yard, Zhao Heng leaned on the warm couch to read, holding the scroll in his hand, and staring at the words on it, but he did not turn the pages of the book for a long time, and glanced out the window from time to time. It was getting darker and darker, and when he heard footsteps coming from outside, Zhao Heng turned a page casually, his eyes silent.

Father Fu smiled and stepped in, and said to the master who had been bored alone in the study for a day: "The prince, the princess is awake."

Zhao Heng hummed faintly and continued reading.

Fu Gonggong said again: "Lord, the sky is dark, you should rest your eyes, will you continue tomorrow?"

Zhao Heng glanced at him, acquiesced to this, put down the scroll, sat up, Father Fu took a few steps quickly, serving the master to put on shoes.

Song Jianing had a full sleep, refreshed, her cheeks were rosy, she had just washed her face, her apricot eyes were moist and bright, like two sparkling springs, and she looked shyly and timidly at the man walking towards her. , I was so close, I looked down embarrassedly. Zhao Heng passed by her and went directly to Dong Cijian.

"Wait a while later." Guessing that the prince might have something to say, Song Jianing whispered to Shuang'er, and she chased the Shouwang into the house.

Zhao Heng sat on the warm couch next to the window, and his eyes fell on her face from the moment she opened the curtain.

He must have known that she slept for a whole day. Song Jianing was embarrassed and glanced over the tea on the table. She whispered: "Does the prince drink tea?"

Zhao Heng said.

When he didn't know what to say, Song Jianing liked to be able to do something, pour tea in a relaxed manner, and then hand it to him with a seven-cent full tea bowl. Zhao Heng took the tea, didn't rush to use it, and glanced at her: "Hurt, all right?"

It turned out that this was what he wanted to say, Song Jianing lowered his eyes and nodded. He didn't speak any more, and the sound of swallowing tea came over his head. After three grumble swallows, the big hand holding the tea bowl was put down again and passed it to her. Song Jianing obediently took the tea bowl and put it back to its original place. When he turned around, he saw that he had walked to the door and went out.

It was getting dark, and the maids were serving food one after another. Song Jianing stared at the dishes nervously, and found that there was no venison, she breathed a sigh of relief. Soon after lunch, Song Jianing’s stomach was flat, because it’s no secret that she can eat. Song Jianing was very comfortable at this point. He ate a bowl of lotus porridge and killed a plate of three pieces of yam cake. Four pieces, one of them was taken away by King Shou...

Song Jianing, who is full and full, has bright eyes and red mouth, just like a fattened fish, stalking people to eat.

Zhao Heng usually uses less for dinner. Although he has been holding chopsticks tonight, it is actually to accompany her, so as not to let him put the chopsticks and she is not restrained. Seeing that she had eaten so much, Zhao Heng was a little worried that she would have abdominal distension immediately after going to bed, so he ordered: "cloak."

This is easy to understand. Shuang'er immediately went to the inner room to get the cloak of the princess.

Song Jianing looked at King Shou unexpectedly, it was dark, he still wanted to go out?

"Let's go." Zhao Heng said simply.

Song Jianing had to let Shuang'er wait on him and put on his cloak. Father Fu retired early, and Zhao Heng didn't wear a cloak when he came over. Song Jianing was afraid that he would be frozen, and persuaded him before going out: "Let them pick up a cloak for the prince?"

"No need." Zhao Heng went out directly.

Song Jianing had no choice but to follow him obediently. It was dark early in the winter. Shuang'er was walking beside with the lantern. Zhao Heng was not happy to be close, he stopped, looked at the lantern, and said to Song Jianing, "You mention it."

Song Jianing quickly took the lantern, and Shuang'er understood the master's meaning and didn't follow.

Zhao Heng was not walking fast, Song Jianing could easily follow, and the cold wind whizzed. Although she was wearing a hood, her face was still stiff by the north wind. After five years in Beijing, Song Jianing, a girl who grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, is very It is rare to have a chance to feel the capital of the late winter night. Her face was okay. Her hand holding the lantern was exposed to the outside without any cover, and she was going to freeze, but Song Jianing did not say that she honestly followed the man in a small circle in the back garden, and walked for about two quarters of an hour.

When he stepped back into the hall where the cold wind could not blow, Song Jianing felt colder instead, with cold hands and feet. Shuang'er waited on the master to take off his cloak, and saw that the master was cold, and the prince did not dare to say anything. He only smiled and reminded Liuer: "Pour a bowl of hot tea for the prince and the princess."

Zhao Heng just wanted to go to bed now, and said lightly: "Get out."

Liu'er, who hadn't touched the teapot, and the pair who had just put on the cloak, bowed their heads and stepped back.

Zhao Hengda stepped into the inner room.

Song Jianing glanced at the teapot and pitifully went to serve the man. When he helped him untie his belt, his right hand was still stiff.

She was trembling, and Zhao Heng finally realized that something was wrong, and grabbed her hand with big hands, as cold as ice cubes. Looking at the way her head was lowered, Zhao Heng suddenly burst into flames in her chest, clenching her hand and scolded: "Why Did not say?"

If she said she was cold and told him to know that she was cold, he would have come back early.

Song Jianing was aggrieved suddenly, he was going to visit the garden somehow, what can she say? She dare to ruin him Yaxing?

Unable to say, she turned her head and tried to hold back tears.

Just when she was worried that she would be tired of recruiting him on the second day of her wedding, her body suddenly volleyed. In just a few short steps, he broke into the Babu bed with her and put her directly on the bed without waiting for Song Jianing to look up at him. , He also followed, hugged her tightly in his arms, held her with one hand and put both hands into his shirt against his warm chest.

"Master, don't be like this..." Song Jianing's tears fell, trying to retract his hands and couldn't bear it.

Zhao Heng held her hand and didn't tell her to move, and said coldly in the top of her head: "If you have something in the future, you can speak bluntly."

Song Jianing buried her in his shoulder, choked up and asked, "Why is the prince taking me to the garden?" If he hadn't used his body to warm her hands, she would have misunderstood that he was deliberately punishing her and making her sleep in. All day long.

Zhao Heng pursed his lips and said for a while: "Digest."

Song Jianing blinked and understood, it turns out that the prince ate too much tonight...