National Beauty

Shou Wang went to the Imperial Academy, Song Jianing slept comfortably, slept three poles until the day, and was awakened by Shuang'er anxiously, saying that Princess Chu was here. Song Jianing got up all the time, and asked the maid to invite Princess Chu to sit in the warm pavilion. She quickly washed and dressed. She had a good relationship with Feng Zheng, she didn't need to be too solemn, she simply combed a single snail bun, put on a water-red jacket and passed. When I entered the room, I saw Feng Zheng standing in front of the couch. Inside, a boy wearing a navy blue brocade robe was walking slowly on the window sill. Hearing the sound, the boy turned his head and looked at her curiously.

"Brother Sheng, do you still recognize me?" Song Jianing smiled and walked to Feng Zheng's side and clapped his hands to the emperor's eldest grandson.

Brother Sheng looks exactly like the King of Chu, with a tiger-headed head and a big eyebrow, staring at Song Jianing for a while, he walked towards his mother. The boy who just passed his first birthday last month walked very unsteadily. Half thumped and fell down. Song Jianing's heart tightened, Feng Zheng only smiled to encourage his son, Brother Sheng looked at his mother, grinned, and simply crawled over, swiftly.

Feng Zheng picked up the boy and kissed him gently. After the kiss, he turned to Song Jianing and taught his son: "This is the third aunt. Brother Sheng is called the third aunt."

Brother Sheng leaned his head against his mother's shoulders, staring at Song Jianing with big eyes, and refused to scream.

"The third aunt hug." Song Jianing liked the child and stretched out his hand to hug.

Brother Sheng glanced at her hand, and then at his aunt. He didn't take the initiative to gather or hide. Song Jianing successfully carried the boy into his arms, except that Brother Sheng was white and fat. Song Jianing couldn't hold him for a while, so he hurriedly put it on the couch. Brother Sheng likes windows, so he crawled over with his hands and feet to play by himself.

Song Jianing asked Feng Zheng to sit on the couch and talk.

"Looking at your complexion, the third majesty must like you very much, right?" Feng Zheng took Song Jianing's little hand and teased.

Song Jianing acquiesced shyly.

Feng Zheng was very happy for the sisters. She came over today to see how Song Jianing was doing in the palace, and secondly, she also revealed to Song Jianing what she had learned about the temperament of the King of Longevity from the King of Chu. She whispered softly: "Our family The prince said that His Royal Highness has never been talkative since he was a child. He has to guess what he likes and hates, and then even if he guesses it right, he will not admit it directly. For example, if he wants to eat fish, people around him have to bring the fish to him. In front of him, he can only show a little bit. If you don't take it, you may never know that he actually likes to eat."

Song Jianing recalled the temper of King Shou, it was indeed the case.

"Anyway, you have to take the initiative to get along with the third majesty, and try a few more times to see his true preferences." Feng Zheng concluded.

Song Jianing was taught humbly.

After talking about the Shou Palace, Feng Zheng hugged his son who had crawled over to act like a baby. Thinking of the news that he had just heard from King Chu last night, he whispered to Song Jianing, "I heard that the fifth prince was sick. I kicked the quilt in bed, but the nurse didn't take care of it. The fifth prince stayed overnight and caught a cold. The father was furious and dealt with the nurse even the **** and the maid in the same room."

Song Jianing was taken aback, and asked with concern: "What's going on now?"

Feng Zheng shook his head: "I also only found out last night. There are so many imperial doctors waiting in the palace, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

Song Jianing nodded, and his eyes fell on Brother Sheng's face in Feng Zheng's arms. The little guy wanted to chew his fist, but his mother held his hand. Seeing Brother Sheng's round head, Song Jianing couldn't help being distracted. Before marrying, her grandmother reminded her of three things. After that day, when she heard about the royal news, Song Jianing would think deeply.

Is it possible that the fifth prince's illness was caused by someone else's hands and feet?

If so, it must have something to do with the struggle between the princes. Thinking of the princes, and looking at the two Feng Zheng and his wife in front of him, Song Jianing suddenly panicked. Emperor Xuande valued the King of Chu the most, and everyone could tell that if there were no accidents, it would be right for King Chu to take the seat. Why did the King of Shou, who suffered from oral problems, become the king of life in the end? People in the past had rumored that King Shou had secretly murdered the prince and his elder brother. The eldest brother must refer to the king of Chu, the prince, the Rui King or the fourth prince Gong Wang, or... the fifth prince who is sick now?

Song Jianing knew nothing. She only knew that King Chu, King Rui, and King Gong had no major shortcomings. They were handsome, brave or talented. The five princes belonged to the queens and were the only sons of Emperor Xuande. . If it is really going to be the result of King Shou ascending the throne, there must be something wrong with the four princes.

Could it be King Shou's tricks secretly? But King Chu is the elder brother of King Shou's kin, so now we can see that the two have a deep brotherhood...

Song Jianing didn’t believe that Shouwang who was attentive to her would be a cruel and cruel person, but until then, Song Jianing finally realized that she actually knew very little about Shouwang. She might have seen his enthusiasm in the account. But she didn't know what he thought of others or the throne.

The two share the same bed, but their hearts are far apart, like a locked door. What she sees is only the surface. Inside the door is the real king of life, the future emperor, Zhao Heng .

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Zhao Heng worked as a errand at the Imperial Academy for a day, and the Imperial Academy was compiling books, and he was also involved in it. However, the errands were relatively easy, and when things were over, he could not help but think of the little princess of the palace. The second time last night, she seemed uncomfortable in the back, and pitifully begged him to hurry up. Zhao Heng could see that she really couldn't stand it, so she ended hastily.

After all, he was only fourteen, and it seemed that he really should make arrangements, otherwise he would indulge in female **** and delay business affairs, and she would not be able to stand up after repeated acceptance of Huan. Besides, he promised to give her jewelry. She hooked his neck to ask for rare items, but there were really few women's jewelry in the Wangfu treasury. In the morning, he asked Father Fu to look for it, and he didn't know if he found it.

"Lord?"

When someone called him in his ear, Zhao Heng suddenly returned to his senses and looked at him blankly.

It was an old editor, and smiled and handed him a roster: "This is the roster of the books that was counted today. Please have a look at it."

Zhao Heng took the roster and looked down, but he blamed himself in his heart, letting people see that he was gone.

At the end of the day's errands, Zhao Heng left the Imperial Academy and rode back to the Palace of Shou Wang in a carriage. Father Fu had been waiting at the door for a long time, and he whispered as he walked to the upper room with the master: "I found three top grades and put them on the table."

Zhao Heng nodded and said: "Wang Hao."

Father Fu smiled and said: "The princess woke up a little later this morning, and the princess Chu took the emperor's grandson to visit the princess, and she had dinner here at noon. After a while, the princess blew for a while, so that the little ones were full. It's a blessing."

Zhao Heng didn't say anything. After entering the bedroom, he didn't worry about changing clothes. First of all, he looked at the three pieces of jewelry that Mr. Fu found. They were indeed good things.

Zhao Heng rewarded Father Fu with a silver ingot.

Father Fu smiled and waited for the master to take off his official uniform, put on a jade-white home-style round-neck gown, and followed the master to the backyard with the master holding two jewelry boxes.

Song Jianing last night was sweet and then bitter. She was too tired. At that time, she forgot that King Shou was going to give her jewelry. He remembered when she saw the jewelry box in Father Fu's hand. At the same time, she also remembered that King Shou in the night hugged her for love Xiafei's cheeks can't be avoided because of her anxious color. The couple entered the east room alone. Song Jianing glanced at the two boxes next to King Shou, and tweaked: "I was talking about fun with the prince. Why are you taking it seriously?"

"Reward." Zhao Heng looked at her and said.

In just two words, he expressed his satisfaction with her body, and Song Jianing stood with her head down slightly, embarrassed to take the conversation.

"Open." Zhao Heng urged.

Song Jianing hummed, walked to him, first opened the first long box, inside was a little green phoenix hairpin inlaid with red gold, which was extremely luxurious. Few women don't love these. Song Jianing took it out in surprise and placed it in the palm of his hand for a closer look. Seeing that she liked it, Zhao Heng picked up the phoenix hairpin to help her insert it into her hair, his eyes wandering over the ends of her hair and face.

Song Jianing was blushed by him.

"Don't wear it into the palace." Zhao Heng said something that had nothing to do with Feng Huaxueyue.

Song Jianing was stunned.

Zhao Heng lowered his voice and said, "The palace is still thrifty."

Song Jianing understood, and was about to take it down immediately. Zhao Heng grabbed her hand and motioned her to look at something else. Song Jianing guessed that he liked to watch her wear, and glanced at his retracted hand, which was sweeter than listening to him. The second piece of jewelry is a blood jade bracelet, half as white as ice, translucent and lustrous, and half as red as blood, gorgeous and compelling. Song Jianing put on her wrist, and the red half was placed on it. The pure and rich red lined her wrists white and delicate, tempting to spy on the inside of her dress.

Zhao Heng had seen her inexhaustible amorous feelings, because of this, he silently helped her to pull down her sleeves, not daring to look more, afraid that he would never step out of this backyard again like last night.

He deliberately concealed the bracelet, and Song Jianing looked up in confusion, with bright apricot eyes.

Zhao Heng hesitated, but he still looked at her directly and said, "From now on, I will go to bed for two nights and split the room for one night, so that you won't be tired.

With so many words, he speaks very slowly.

After Song Jianing understood it, she was shocked. She thought that men were greedy for that. The Shouwang was so considerate that she was willing to enjoy it ten times a month, so that she could recuperate. Feeling his thoughtfulness, Song Jianing was ashamed to speak, but still leaned in his arms, wrapped his hands around his waist, and said like a mosquito: "Actually, in fact, once every night, I don't care..."

He feels sorry for her, and she has to think about him too, the prince obviously likes that very much.

Looking at the princess buried in his chest, Zhao Heng didn't say a word for a long time, and finally gave way: "Three nights in the same bed, one night in the room." Since she liked it, he gave her a few more times.

He insisted on taking care of her, Song Jianing nodded, and that was it.

"Tonight, I will sleep in the front yard." Zhao Heng touched her head.

Song Jianing worked hard last night and was in need of a breath of breath. She readily accepted and asked him about the fifth prince: "My sister-in-law said the fifth prince is sick. Does the prince know?"

Zhao Heng nodded: "I heard, wait a minute, if it doesn't heal for a long time, you go visit."

He doesn't like socializing, and usually only walks with his elder brother, but the fifth brother is sick, and he does not need to say that if he gets better in three or two days, if his condition worsens, he will not go again, and his father will definitely be unhappy.

Song Jianing quietly observed her man, but could not see anything, but instinctively felt that the fifth prince’s illness had nothing to do with the Shou King.

After the meal, Zhao Heng was sent away. Song Jianing lay on the spacious Babu bed alone, touched the phoenix hairpin that the prince admired for a while, kissed the beautiful and exotic bracelet for a while, put his arm on his wrist and admired it for himself. It’s rare enough. , She fell asleep contentedly. In the front yard, Zhao Heng lay alone on the bed after a few nights away. For some reason, he slept later than when his wife was beside him last night.