National Beauty

The man's body was hot like a stove, and Song Jianing's frozen hands soon warmed up and became soft and tender again, leaving only his feet cold. Song Jianing didn't want King Shou to use his body to warm her feet anymore, nestled in his arms and whispered: "Master, soaking your feet before going to bed will help you sleep well, don't we all have bubbles?"

When Zhao Heng heard the words, his legs moved to her side, and he could feel the cold on her feet through the two layers of socks, so he let go of her.

Song Jianing sat up and rang the bell.

Shuang'er and Liu'er came in together.

Song Jianing asked them to bring footwashing water. The two maids took the order and were about to leave when they heard a low man's voice from the account: "Tea."

The second girl answered, Liu'er went out and ordered, and Shuang'er quickly poured two bowls of slightly hot tea. The gauze tent was raised again, and Song Jianing sat at the end of the bed. After the hug just now, Song Jianing's hair bun was a bit messy, and a strand of looseness fell down, looking lazy and casual, holding the tea bowl in both hands, and drinking several mouthfuls in a row with satisfaction. Zhao Heng looked at it and became more sure that she wanted to drink tea when she first came back, but he sent the maid away.

Putting down the tea bowl handed to his mouth, Zhao Heng didn't use a bite.

Shuang'er paled nervously, and the prince called the tea to smell the tea but did not drink it. Is the tea so bad?

Song Jianing also noticed, but didn't think so much, and asked strangely: "Why doesn't the prince drink?"

Zhao Heng glanced at her, raised the tea bowl again, took a couple of sips, no need for it.

The first time Shuang'er was grateful for the prince's ailments, it must be because she felt that she didn't waste saliva on her. If she was a fluent speaker, 80% would have trained her. Putting away the tea bowl respectfully, the little maidservants outside brought two basins of footwashing water, and both of them looked at the white misty basin, and raised their hearts again. The water temperature must be right.

It's actually a bit hot, but soaking the feet is most suitable. Song Jianing put his feet in the water and exhaled comfortably. A pair of white feet pressed against the pelvic floor, motionless. Zhao Heng used to be served by Father Fu in his daily life. He was more accustomed to warmer water. He slanted his eyes. Seeing that she didn't dislike the hot water, he endured the slight discomfort and soaked his feet expressionlessly.

After the wiping, Song Jianing put on the shoes and served Zhao Heng's wide clothes. He was warm and swift in his hands and feet.

Zhao Heng looked down at her, thinking about everything tonight, suddenly felt that she was too cautious, he was not a scourge, why was she so afraid that she didn't even dare to mention it? I dare not say anything cold or hot, if she gets wronged or encounters any trouble when she gets along with others, will she dare not report it to him?

She is the princess, his wife, not the **** maid who only needs to take care of him.

"If you want to ask me, no matter how big or small, you can speak up." He looked at her and said, his voice was slow, showing a bit of dignity.

He had already said this once when he warmed her hands, Song Jianing hummed softly, his brows were obedient, and there was no surprise of being favored by a man. Zhao Heng expected that she didn't take it to heart and didn't really understand what he meant. He frowned and added: "Dare to conceal it, and you will be punished."

Song Jianing was taken aback, and was stunned. He said kind words, she regarded her as a reward, and the sweetness in his heart passed away. Now he actually wants to punish her for concealing some irrelevant heat and cold. Song Jianing immediately regarded those words as an order that must be followed, and owed her a salute. : "Don't worry, Lord, I remember."

Seeing her like a soldier, Zhao Heng's mind was inexplicable last night, she pushed him away, turned to sleep with the quilt in her arms. In all fairness, Zhao Heng prefers her like that. If he likes it, he will dare to refuse if he doesn't like it. Like an angry person, now, she is so behaved.

"Go to sleep." Zhao Heng untied his shirt and walked to the babu bed.

Song Jianing looked at him subconsciously. She was so frightened that she found a few nails on his Ruyu's back. Where did it come from? She must have picked it...

Song Jianing lowered his head and realized that the nails were really a bit long, so he secretly decided to repair them tomorrow, as for tonight...

Two quarters of an hour later, Song Jianing held the mattress tightly, and would not hug him again and again, for fear of hurting the prince's body again.

Zhao Hengren was on it, and she could see clearly. She raised her hand several times and went to pull the quilt halfway. A fire burst into his chest, and Zhao Heng suddenly picked up the person.

As soon as they fell together, Song Jianing was unprepared and screamed in surprise. He wrapped his hands around his neck, put his head on his shoulders, and pushed up hard, begging him with a whimper: "Master, Lord, don't be like this..." he It was her life, she played this trick the next night.

She said so many things in one breath, her hand was wrapped around his neck, and her body pressed against him softly. Zhao Heng liked her like this and deliberately pressed her waist to frighten her. Song Jianing really couldn't bear it. Anxiously, he grabbed his shoulder with a small hand, gave him a pair of nail prints, and shouted to the lord, panting.

Zhao Heng smiled and changed to holding her in a normal way, with one arm around her waist, and the other hand pulling away the messy black hair around her ears, holding her head and kissing her mouth. She is so obedient that she has no temper, and she has to be forced to be anxious. Zhao Heng is not satisfied with this, but is very satisfied with her soft body, not enough to kiss her.

With a trace of dissatisfaction, he kissed strongly and hurriedly, and Song Jianing soon became unable to parry, pushing his shoulder with a small hand, hiding his head, trying to catch a breath. She dodges from him and dodges. The two fell again. She groaned and felt that he had pressed her leg. Zhao Heng lifted her leg, unexpectedly and unintentionally, and got more fun.

Song Jianing's soul was about to be knocked out by him, not to mention his reason, his arms hung around his neck, teardrops were blown away by him as soon as he fell off. He closed his eyes and begged the prince not to listen, Song Jianing opened his eyes and begged, only to see his swaying and faint handsome face, and ignored her at all. Song Jianing was crying and yelling, and his voice became dumb. He finally made a big effort. Song Jianing's eyes widened in disbelief, and his mouth opened roundly, but he couldn't make a sound.

Zhao Heng touched his forehead against the bedboard, breathing heavily, and looked down at her. The clouds and mist in his eyes seemed to converge into rain, dripping on her. Her cheeks flushed, her cheeks were as moist as peony petals moistened by rain, and her lips became even redder. Zhao Hengqing couldn't help blocking her mouth and took a long meal.

He doesn't care about any shortcomings of her like this. He just hopes that she will be stronger and can bear more time.

"leg……"

He finally had enough of her mouth, and Song Jianing finally had the opportunity to speak, reminding him feebly.

Zhao Heng put her legs down, turned over, and simply packed herself. When she turned around, she saw that she was still lying there with her legs on her legs, her little hand trying to grasp the quilt, trembling, she couldn't reach it, and she couldn't even turn herself. Zhao Heng lost the towel, turned around and hugged her, flattened her trembling legs with one hand, and pulled the quilt with the other to help cover her, with only his head exposed outside, his small face was red like a drunk peony.

"We can't help but wind." Zhao Heng touched her face and spoke to her about this for the first time.

Song Jianing opened her eyes and saw him full of satisfaction, with a slight smile in her eyes. She couldn't help but defend herself: "It's not the prince..." Halfway through, she sensibly returned to the cage and quickly closed her mouth.

Zhao Heng tapped her lips: "How am I?"

Song Jianing shrank his neck and shook his head.

"Say." Zhao Heng shook his face, interrogating.

Song Jianing was frightened, bit her lip, and turned her head and said, "The prince, the prince is too windy."

In response to his frailty, he finally said something euphemistically, otherwise Song Jianing really couldn't say what he was too brave.

Zhao Heng understood what she meant, opened the quilt, held her soft and sweaty body and said, "In the future, eat more."

She can grow tall and well if she eats a lot, even if the wind is strong, she can stand it.

Song Jianing wanted to say that she had eaten enough, her mouth was dry and uncomfortable, she swallowed hard, and then she barely made a voice: "Thirst..."

Zhao Heng didn't make a sound just now, but he was sweating and feeling thirsty, so he grabbed the bell and shook it. Shuang'er watched the night and heard the movement and walked in with his head down. There was a lamp in the room, and the prince in the tent was lying with his back to her, hugging the princess tightly. Thinking of the princess's crying that lasted for half an hour, something happened in the account, her cheeks were hot, and she hurried to go outside to make preparations when she heard the princess ask for tea.

When she came in with the tea, she saw the prince sitting beside the bed in a shirt, and her head bowed into the gauze tent, and an inexplicable smell came on her face, which was extremely charming.

"Prepare water, take a shower."

"Yes." Shuang'er put the tray on the low cabinet, bowed his head and walked out.

There are a teapot and two tea bowls on the tray. Zhao Heng first picked up a tea bowl. Song Jianing stared at him happily. Seeing that he was going to hand it to her, Song Jianing quickly raised his head, grabbed the corner of the quilt with one hand to prevent the quilt from falling, and stretched out the other. Go out to pick up tea. The arm was as white as jade and as tender as fat, barely exposed. Zhao Heng was worried that she would be cold, and asked her to retract her arm, and he directly handed the tea bowl to her mouth.

Song Jianing gave him a shameful look, and took a few sips with his hand. Zhao Heng saw that her right arm supporting her body was still trembling, and he couldn't help but put the quilt in her arms and told her to put her in her arms and continue. Feed the water.

Song Jianing still knows men, he is most willing to be gentle after being satisfied, and he is not polite, and he can enjoy the service of the prince with peace of mind. After drinking two bowls of tea in a row, he finally quenched his thirst. He raised his face and watched him pour and drink two bowls. His shirt was loosely draped, revealing a chest, and when drinking tea, his Adam's apple rolled up and down. For two nights in the same bed, Song Jianing had the opportunity to look at a man's body for the first time. Although she was hugged before, she didn't have time to watch it.

Then Song Jianing discovered that the Shouwang seemed to be thin and scholarly, but his body was actually very strong, and his chest was slightly bulging, which was both handsome and introverted, but also full of strength. The skirt was not open much, she couldn't see it down, but Song Jianing vaguely remembered that she seemed to have touched a few solid square bumps.

Guo Xiao's strong body is because he has practiced martial arts all the time. Does the prince also insist on practicing martial arts?

Song Jianing thought wildly, suddenly there was a tea bowl in front of her, she subconsciously moved her head and lowered her head to drink.

Zhao Heng smiled lightly, no wonder he kept staring at him, and he didn't drink enough, waiting for someone to feed him like a bird.