National Beauty

Zhao Heng didn't use Liu'er to carry a lamp to wait on him. He entered the inner room alone. In order to make it easier for the master to get up at night, there would always be a lamp in the inner room, dim and dim, so he could barely light the road. The tent in front of Babu's bed fell quietly, Zhao Heng's footsteps were almost silent, and when he opened the tent, she was lying on the bed with her back to him, falling asleep motionless, revealing a half-white face.

Imagining the situation when she fell asleep, Zhao Heng felt guilty, and the emperor suddenly decided to kill Jin. He only paid attention to the big event, and forgot what day it was today, and did not explain it clearly to her. On the Spring Festival of the Yuan Dynasty, she left her to sleep alone. She was soft and well-behaved, and probably wouldn't blame him, but only she knew what it was like in her heart.

Zhao Heng turned around, prepared to go outside and took off his robe, and then went to sleep. Enjoying the moon is an excuse, but if she is awake, she can go out to enjoy it.

On the bed, Song Jianing has been waiting for the man to wake her up or come up to sleep. Suddenly he heard his footsteps go out, and misunderstood that the man was leaving because she fell asleep. Song Jianing suddenly couldn't pretend to go on anymore, pretending to have just woke up. Turned over, and then called out to the figure who was about to leave the bassinet: "Lord?"

Zhao Heng paused and turned his head.

The man stood with the light behind his back. Song Jianing couldn't really see his face. He rubbed his eyes and said sleepily, "I seem to hear a sound. It turns out that it is the prince who is here."

The soft and soft voice seemed to be really sleepy, but there was a hint of grievance and eagerness in those words. If it was daytime, if there were noisy voices, Zhao Heng might not be able to tell it, but now it is the second shift and the night is too quiet. So quiet that any small emotion can be amplified, and then think of her sober time...

Zhao Heng came to the bed again and sat down to look at her.

Song Jianing lowered her head subconsciously, wondering if he was afraid of being seen by him pretending to be asleep, or because of something else. Zhao Heng removed her small hand that rubbed her eyes and raised her chin. Song Jianing looked at him unexpectedly, too close. Zhao Heng clearly saw her brows curled up slightly, as if condensed with sadness, those clear apricot eyes. , And there is no sleepiness.

"Lord?" Song Jianing asked nervously, always feeling that his eyes and actions were strange.

Zhao Heng loosened her chin and held her hand to explain: "There is something in the court, my father ordered me to write Zhang Zoushu, which has just been finished."

He looked into her eyes and said, and after speaking, he saw her gloomy eyes gradually surging, like a pool of stagnant water came alive, shimmering with sparkling light, more beautiful than the starry sky. Song Jianing couldn't see her eyes, but she couldn't help being happy. The prince didn't accompany her on the last Yuan Festival. She thought that she was not doing well. It turned out that the prince wanted to write memorial notes all night, so she let her sleep first because she didn't want her. Stay up late to wait for him, right?

Obviously considerate.

Song Jianing laughed. After laughing, she felt that she shouldn't laugh at this time. She hurriedly cast into his arms like a coquettish. He just came in from the outside, and his robe was chilly. A little hand touched his robe, Song Jianing said distressedly: "The prince has been busy all night, is it very tired?"

Zhao Heng didn't feel tired, but when asked by her, he actually felt a little hungry. He held her with one hand and gently touched the top of her head with the other, and said, "Not tired, just, hungry." He didn't eat at all in the palace. What is full of national affairs.

Song Jianing's heart moved and raised her head and said, "Let the kitchen make some yam and wolfberry porridge?" The kitchen should always have Lantern Festival tonight, but the Lantern Festival skin is sticky and not suitable for evening meals. The porridge is healthy and warm, and is most suitable for filling your hunger at night. In fact, Song Jianing didn't have enough food in the palace at night, and she was left out by her husband immediately after returning. She was so sad that she forgot about being hungry.

Zhao Heng guessed that she was greedy, and smiled: "Okay."

Song Jianing immediately rang the bell and called Liu'er to make arrangements.

Liu'er left, worried that the prince was cold, Song Jianing persuaded him to sit on the bed first. When Zhao Heng came here, he used the moonlighting as an excuse, but now he really started You Xing inexplicably, holding her warm and soft little hand and saying, "Outside, the moonlight is good."

Song Jianing heard the sound of the string and knew the elegance, and said with a smile: "Then I will accompany the prince to enjoy the moon for a while." After saying this, he will go to the ground and put on clothes.

Zhao Heng held her down, he went to the hanger to help her pick up the jacket long skirt, and then asked Song Jianing to stand on the bed. He helped her wear it with his own hands. His eyebrows were calm and the movements were jerky and slow. When he helped her fasten the flower button on the right side of the jacket, The big hand accidentally touched her bulging chest. Song Jianing blushed, looking at him shamefully with watery eyes, Zhao Heng glanced at her, and the corners of his lips rose.

Song Jianing tilted her head, a strange feeling in her heart, impulsively wanted to do something.

After putting on the jacket, Zhao Heng lifted the skirt to help her, stretched his hand back, and put his upper body close to her. Looking at the man in front of him, Song Jianing bowed his head awkwardly and quickly kissed him on the forehead. She was really happy. On the way out of the palace, she especially envied the actions of King Rui and King Chu to welcome their wives. She especially hoped that her longevity prince would treat her like that. At that time, she only thought of the thoughtfulness of other princes. Remember that King Shou did not pick her up, and then forgot all the good things Shou King treated her privately.

Now that he treated her well again, Song Jianing remembered it all at once.

The second uncle and the second aunt went to Beijing to ask for her. When she was the most helpless, King Shou walked to her step by step and told her not to worry. Has King Chu ever done this? She froze her hands, and the prince used his chest to warm her hands. Did King Rui treat Concubine Rui like this? She was uncomfortable and couldn't lift her leg into the carriage. King Shou hugged her up in front of the guards of the palace. Is the King of Wu'an so considerate?

Maybe they all picked up their own princess, maybe they also petted the princess in private, but her longevity king also loved her very much. How could she just because the longevity king didn’t take a few steps to pick her up? Think the prince treats her badly

After the skirt was put on, Song Jianing raised his hand to hug him and said softly and sincerely in his ear: "The prince is the best mate in the world."

The warm tone rushed into the man's ears, and the warm current was like a spring breeze that instantly blew into his heart, she said too suddenly, he was unprepared, and his heart seemed to fall into the steaming hot spring, the heat was about to melt. Zhao Heng was about to hug her, sit in his arms and put on her shoes, but suddenly lost all his strength at this moment, and could only barely stand on the spot, supporting the little princess who threw on him.

She spoke very sincerely, and the sweetness in her words almost reached the tip of his tongue through voice, which could be felt by hearing, but Zhao Heng was ashamed. He couldn't speak with her, couldn't let her go back to her natal home like the third girl of the Guo family, and almost let her spend the festival tonight, he was like this, she still thinks he is the best mate? How easy is it to satisfy?

After a long time, Zhao Heng found his own voice, turned his head and asked the little princess who was resting on his shoulders: "Where is it good?"

Song Jianing smiled softly: "Everything is good." She felt good about his ailments. Otherwise, he would compare the other princes everywhere, so how could she be his princess again? There are so many beauties who flatter him to please him and he admires him. He may have collected countless beauties in the backyard long ago and would not look at her much at a glance.

Her compliments were so sincere and sincere, Zhao Heng could not guess her thoughts, but it was also very useful. Sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, Zhao Heng cupped her warm cheeks and deliberately teased: "Fawning, do you want to ask for a reward?"

Song Jianing was stunned, she was just telling the truth, how did she become flattering?

Zhao Heng saw her so dumb, and his eyes were full of smiles. He lowered his head and covered her honey-like mouth. He had no desire, and just wanted to kiss her. His lips were warm, Song Jianing closed his eyes and entangled his lips and teeth, and kissed him, the thin layer of autumn frost in his heart turned into a stream of spring water, and he wanted to have a baby again, and his small tongue like lilac took the initiative to send him. .

This is comparable to a mere kiss. Zhao Heng's body tightened and he raised his head in time.

Song Jianing's full ruddy lips were still open, and his apricot eyes looked at him blindly, not understanding why he had to stop halfway.

Zhao Heng remembered to admire the moon, but her desire and dissatisfaction was too attractive, like a fairy in this story who specializes in tempting scholars to indulge in beauty. Holding her soft body, Zhao Heng suddenly forgot about Yue outside the window and the yam porridge in the kitchen pot. He suddenly bowed his head, while eagerly eating the cloves that she had messed up, he rudely unwrapped him and dressed her with his own hands. Dress on the top.

The gauze tent was half picked, and the gasp of the two people mixed together gradually spread.

At the second shift, the yard was freezing cold, and the little maid had stopped long ago. Liu'er didn't call for help anymore. After waking up the kitchen woman, she went back to the entrance of the hall and waited, standing inside the thick cotton curtain. , Pay attention to the movement outside, and then when she vaguely heard the mother-in-law’s footsteps, the princess suddenly heard the voice of "Prince" from the inner room, just two words, I don’t know how many turns, listen Most of her bones were crunched.

Liu'er stared at the inner room in disbelief. Wasn't the princess going to have porridge? Didn’t you mean to accompany the prince to enjoy the moon? In the blink of an eye, how...

After a "prince" came out, there was a string of voices that were turbulent, enough to imagine what the master looked like at this time. Liu'er was not afraid of the cold immediately, and flashed out of the curtain. As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw the woman in the kitchen standing in the corridor holding a tray, looking at the window on the other side of the inner room as if held by something.

Liu'er has experience, guessing that the masters won't stop for half an hour, so he walked quickly over, and whispered to the mother-in-law to bring the porridge back, warm it first, and wait for the summons at any time. The woman nodded and walked back with the tray, but her steps were slow, she couldn't help but want to hear more. Don't say, the voice of the princess is so nice, she can't move her feet even to hear her, and she is such a beautiful beauty, how much does the princess like?

Zhao Heng really likes it very much. He goes crazy like it. Seeing her fleshy face is shaken by him, and listening to the prince who charmed her to the bones, Zhao Heng forgot about his father, and forgot to defeat Jin. Only his princess in the eyes of the big event, only thinking of one thing: crusade against her, continue crusade!

In the last few times, looking at her crying and calling him, Zhao Heng suddenly wanted to call her name: "An..."

But the voice got out of control. He hadn't stuttered in front of others for over ten years, and he screamed "Ah" twice. Song Jianing heard it, but he was on the cusp of the storm and couldn't make any response. It was not until he fell down, lying on her shoulders calmly, that Song Jianing weakly hugged his waist and smiled secretly.

The prince was finally willing to speak out, still so nice.