National Beauty

Song Jianing couldn't understand it. She just slept for a while, and when she woke up, why would her lord be away for half a year?

After the shock, I was naturally reluctant. Tears gushed out without a sign, for fear of being seen by him. Song Jianing wanted to hide behind him, but he hugged her. Song Jianing leaned on his shoulder and pressed his face against his azure robe. The tears were very scary. Two small pieces are almost moistened. Zhao Heng turned his head to look at her, Zhaozhao lay in his father's arms, and looked up at her mother, not knowing what her mother was doing.

Song Jianing is sad, although the prince said every day and even the words that he said are few, but when he is not worried about political affairs, he will always be by her side, he does not need to say anything, just sitting in her room, Song Jianing I feel at ease. At night, he hugged her tightly and stared at her tightly. His surging eyes seemed to draw her in, and Song Jianing's body was crumpled with just one glance.

The husband who has been in the same bed for more than a year suddenly leaves home, can she not cry?

She didn't make a sound, Zhao Heng watched silently, and for the first time he really felt her heart for him. He is obedient and respectful, perhaps because of his status as the prince, **** and rubbing his shoulders, perhaps the wife's duty to serve her husband, acting coquettishly and proactively, and perhaps a means to please him, only she can shed tears immediately because of her reluctance at this moment. Prove that she really cares about him.

Holding his daughter with his right hand and his left arm around her, his arms couldn't move. Zhao Heng only patted her on the shoulder and whispered, "I'm crying dirty."

With three words, Song Jianing's tears stopped immediately. Seeing that his shoulders were really wetted by her tears, Song Jianing quickly wiped away the tears, and then took out the veil to stick to his shoulders to absorb water. When he was finished, Song Jianing raised his head worryingly, just about to apologize, his handsome face suddenly came to him, and he kissed her lips directly, gently rubbing his lips, gentle like water, don't have a trace of lingering pity.

Song Jianing later realized that he didn't mean to dislike her, so he said, just to coax her not to cry.

She hugged him tightly, too short, Song Jianing slowly knelt up, he was inconvenient to do it, she held his face with emotion.

The little princess was more enthusiastic than usual, Zhao Heng lost control, looked down, and found that her daughter did not know when she fell asleep, so she carefully put her aside, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed the person down. Song Jianing didn't want it. She was frightened by him. She exclaimed and looked at her daughter. Zhao Heng also looked over to make sure that her daughter was not awake. He rolled his throat, lifted her skirt and leaned down, pressing her down.

Song Jianing's complexion flushed, fearing that his battle might be too great, and her daughter woke up halfway through, although her daughter was only more than three months old, she didn't understand anything.

"Invisible." Zhao Heng said dumbly.

Song Jianing glanced at his robe and closed his eyes bashfully. The couple didn't take off their shirts, and the daughter was lying on her back. Even when she woke up, she couldn't see it.

But this time without the prince's reminder, Song Jianing also pressed his mouth hard, did not dare to make a sound, worried about waking up her daughter, and was too embarrassed to tell the maids to know that they were messing around in the day. Zhao Heng stayed on her. Because he was worried about his daughter, he turned his head from time to time to check. He was obviously a decent couple, and he felt a sense of guilty conscience. In fact, Zhao Heng even felt ashamed to dote on the princess in the study. He just couldn't help but just moved on impulse. Now he regrets it, but the arrow is on the line but he has to send it.

There is no way, but a quick decision.

In the gusty wind and rain, Song Jianing was crippled by him like a delicate peony, and he was paralyzed there, unable to move. Zhao Heng ignored the pity of the princess, fastened his belt and sat with his back to her, picked up the daughter who had just woke up, and then covered her daughter's eyes, playing hide and seek with her. Zhao Zhao giggled, innocent, Zhao Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Jianing was lazy for a while. After the aftermath, he remembered that the prince was leaving home again. While packing himself, he looked at his coaxing daughter's back reluctantly, then leaned over, hugged him from behind, and pressed his face against his sturdy face. back. Zhao Heng covered her little hand holding his waist, looked at his daughter and said, "Don't cry anymore."

Song Jianing knew that he was wrong, and the prince had the people in his heart. He patrolled the Yellow River to ensure that the people would not suffer from bursting the embankment. How could she drag the prince?

After the fierce wind and rain, his heart was surprisingly calm. Song Jianing rubbed his back and whispered: "The prince has been **** this trip, the wind is blowing and the sun, the prince pays attention to rest... You only come back in July, let me have a few more preparations Anti-mosquito incense... patrolling the dam, if there is something that makes the people underneath run errands, the lord, don’t go..."

She was afraid that her prince would be swept away by the flood, and thinking of the danger, Song Jianing's eyes were wet again.

"Well, it's up to you." Zhao Heng turned around.

Song Jianing continued to wonder if there was anything else to tell.

Zhao Heng patted her hand and slowly confessed: "In the past few months, if you enter the palace and please peace, you need to go with your sister-in-law."

Song Jianing understood and promised: "The prince can rest assured, unless my sister-in-law asks me to go with me, I will stay at the palace and will not go anywhere."

Zhao Heng knew that she was in peace and added: "I miss my mother-in-law, please come at any time, Brother Mao, you can stay in the palace for a few days."

He hoped that she would be happy, and he hoped that her daughter would be coaxed by many people.

Song Jianing continued to nod.

Zhao Zhao fell asleep, and Song Jianing asked the nurse to take care of her. She followed the prince to the front yard to see the Lord Fu pack packing. Zhao Heng sat in the chair and did not move. Song Jianing stood next to Father Fu. He reminded him of what to add when he thought of it. The incense to repel mosquitoes at night, the plaster for heatstroke prevention, the tea that the prince loves to drink...

Anyway, what the princess said, Father Fu suddenly realized what to prepare, as if he hadn't thought of it.

From morning to noon, the luggage is finally ready.

Zhao Heng accompanied his little princess for lunch, and gave her another time when she was resting. After seeing her contentedly asleep, Zhao Heng got up and dressed and went to the front yard to discuss matters with the two staff. When each prince opened his mansion, the emperor gave two long historians of the palace, the official residence of the fifth grade, to assist the prince, the suggestion that should be recommended, the dissuasion that should be dissuaded.

Zhao Heng has read many books on the governance of the Yellow River, and he is also familiar with various governance methods, but what he learned in the books is dead. He seldom travels to Beijing and has no personal experience of the local customs. The staff are from the folks. Zhao Heng used to be alone, and basically did not need to contact his staff, but now, he has to discuss with his staff about patrolling the river and the levee.

The two staff of Shouwangfu, one is Zhang Song and the other is Li Xu, both of whom are born in Jinshi, have no talent but no place to display them. Now the Shouwangye who is serving is finally willing to go out to take care of the mountain, and these two people are like fattening. Fatty only waited for the blockbuster Maxima, standing in front of the prince, talking loudly.

Zhao Heng listened quietly. He nodded affirmatively when he heard what was desirable. He didn't reprimand and shook his head calmly. When Zhang Song and Li Xu saw them, they knew that the prince was not the kind of master who was easy to fool people. When they talked about them, they had to think it over. Talking about the red sun hanging down all the time, Zhao Heng looked at the two men and said: "Pack your bags and go with you tomorrow."

Zhang Song and Li Xu were happy and left.

When they left, Grandpa Fu bent over and walked into the study, and said to the master: "The prince, the mansion has already notified me."

Zhao Heng nodded and went to the backyard to pick up his little princess.

Song Jianing sat cross-legged on the warm couch and embroidered the sachet for him. He was busy since he woke up, embroidering was so serious that he didn't even hear the prince. Zhao Heng came in alone with the curtain, and saw her sitting down on the couch, and the setting sun came in through the glazed windows. She was bathed in it, covered with a faint golden light, holding a needle and thread, as if she was rushing to make garments in a heavenly palace. Embroidered women.

Seeing that she was almost finished embroidering, Zhao Heng stood with her hand in her hand and waited motionlessly.

When Song Jianing finished the last stitch and lowered his head to bite the thread, his head turned slightly, and he saw the prince on the ground. Apricot eyes floated with surprise, and Song Jianing annoyed: "When did the prince come? Why didn't you call me?"

Zhao Heng looked at the sachet in her hand.

Song Jianing collected the needle, grabbed the sachet, walked to the edge of the couch, and handed it to him.

Zhao Heng took it, resting it in the palm of his hand. The sachet has a white background, and a scorpion is embroidered with crow green thread in the middle. Zhao Heng's eyes moved slightly, the dragon gave birth to nine sons, and the scorpion was one of them. Legend has it that the scorpion once violated the sky and was suppressed by the river. Over time, the scorpion became a water-saving beast. Place a stone statue of a worm on the bridge head or body to suppress the river monster.

"Wear the prince on his body." Song Jianing looked at him and said.

This is her mind. Zhao Heng looked at the lifelike majestic worm, nodded with a smile, received his arms for the time being, and said to her: "Go, go to the government office and say goodbye to mother-in-law."

Song Jianing's eyes widened. Seeing that the prince was serious, Song Jianing buried her head in his arms. No words could express her feelings at this time. He is a prince, he is so polite to his mother, and he has to say farewell when he is far away. With such affection and respect, Song Jianing...want to cry again.

The prince is so kind to her.

Packing up, Zhao Heng hugs his daughter and accompanies her back to her natal home.

Mrs. Tai and Mrs. Lin had already led Brother Mao to wait in the front yard. Mrs. Tai was okay. Mrs. Lin looked at his son-in-law in Yushu Linfeng, really wanting to offer his son-in-law as a god. Earlier when the little **** from the palace said that the prince was going to bid farewell, Lin was so flattered that she almost floated away, thinking that she was the most fascinating mother-in-law in the world.

Holding his more and more beautiful granddaughter, Lin mustered up the courage to confess a lot of words to his son-in-law.

Zhao Heng nodded again and again.

The mother kept talking, Song Jianing was afraid that the prince was bored, and smiled and said: "Mother, the prince is not a child, you all know."

Lin stopped now.

Brother Mao looked at her brother-in-law for a long time, and finally found the opportunity to say: "Brother-in-law, I want to see the Yellow River too!"

The boy's words were astonishing, Lin gave his son a fierce look. Brother Mao was also used to it. Not afraid, he ran to the brother-in-law and looked at him expectantly. The boy's eyes were bright and filled with longing for the world outside. Zhao Heng smiled and touched the boy's head and said, "When you grow up, I will take you."

That is not to bring it now?

Brother Mao, who was no longer foolish enough, pouted disappointedly.

The prince who cherished her words like gold said eight words to her younger brother at once, but the younger brother actually dared to be dissatisfied. Song Jianing couldn't help humming: "The mouth is so high, it seems that I don’t want to go, so I won’t take you. When Zhaozhao grows up, let the prince only take Zhaozhao to see the Yellow River." After speaking, he took a peek at the prince, hoping that the day the prince would also take her there.

Zhao Heng laughed.

It was lively, Guo Boyan came back, and learned that King Shou was accompanying his daughter to say goodbye, Guo Boyan guessed what was going on in an instant, and went to the hall to meet him in his official uniform. The man must accompany the guest when he is not the wife. When the man comes back, the wife laughed and said, "Boyan sits with the prince. Let's go to the backyard of the rare princess. Shall the prince have dinner here tonight? Let me wait and practice for the prince."

When Zhao Hengtiao came at this time, he decided to eat at the Guogong Mansion, and he naturally agreed.

After nodding, if Zhao Heng looked at the lady's side consciously, he saw his little princess looking at him affectionately, and the affection in his eyes could not be covered. Guo Boyan was beside him, and Zhao Heng just looked back indifferently as he hadn't seen it. The prince was deserted, but Song Jianing knew that he liked her in his heart, otherwise, how could he agree to stay and eat?

Song Jianing departed with his mother happily.

Guo Boyan put the eyebrows of the young couple into his eyes, and sighed helplessly, Lang Youqing's concubine was interested, why couldn't the eldest son see through?