National Beauty

There was the sound of bells from the inner room, and Shuang'er and Liu'er came in together to serve. Through the gauze tent, the princess was sitting in front of the bed. Inside, the prince was holding the little princess leaning against the bed, lazily and cozy. The new year is approaching, and the prince is on vacation, the princess always has a smile on her face these few days, and the maids in the two children are also happy.

"The prince, the princess, it's snowing outside." The two women raised a tent separately and reported quietly.

Song Jianing had just put on the embroidered shoes, looked out the window in surprise after hearing this, and then turned to look at the man on the bed. Heavy snow in winter is prone to snow disasters, but it is not a good thing for Ruixue to have a good year without snow. Last month, the prince was worried about the harvest of the coming year because of a snow in this winter. He is finally looking forward to snow today, and the prince must be happy. Right?

It’s snowing, Zhao Heng is missing something in his heart. He is fortunate for Li Min. He has bright and joyful eyes for the princess. Zhao Heng is very clear that the princess is happy for him to solve his troubles, as if her joy, anger, sorrow and joy are all Turn around him. Zhao Heng was very useful to her unintentional move, and felt that his little princess really took him to heart.

"Appreciate the snow." Zhao Heng looked at her and said.

Song Jianing nodded and happily went to prepare the clothes for her daughter.

"No!" The mother came over with a thick cotton-padded jacket, but Zhaozhao hid behind his father, resisting wearing clothes like he resisted washing his face.

Song Jianing couldn't laugh or cry. She remembered that her brother Mao, when he was a child, liked to run outside, rain or shine, why is her daughter so afraid of the cold?

"Zhao Zhao is obedient, let's go see the snow." Zhao Heng tried to bring his daughter over.

"No!" Zhao Zhao insisted, pursing his lips, and his father's words didn't work.

Song Jianing was used to her daughter. Zhao Heng spoiled her daughter more than Song Jianing. The couple spoiled her together, unknowingly raising their Zhao Zhao temperament, and no one could reluctantly do what she didn't like to do. Knowing that his prince is a graceful person, Song Jianing sat on the bed and said helplessly: "The prince will enjoy the snow first, and I will coax Zhaozhao."

Zhao Heng looked at his daughter and nodded.

Zhao Zhao stared at the little padded jacket in his mother's hands, holding the father and not letting the father go. Song Jianing handed the padded jacket to the prince. The little girl immediately let go of the father and ran to the mother, clever and clever. Zhao Heng smiled and left. Song Jianing hugged her chubby daughter on her lap and pressed her forehead: "You are not obedient. When the spring is warm, my father and I will not take you out to play."

Zhaozhao thought what kind of things the mother said, and looked at her silly and smiled.

The wife was getting tired and crooked, Zhao Heng went and returned, holding a black-glazed porcelain plate in his hand. Song Jianing raised her eyebrows in surprise, Zhao Zhao sat on her mother's lap, and looked into the plate curiously, one big and one small, with exactly the same apricot eyes, moist and watery. One was his wife and the other was his daughter. Zhao Heng was pleasing to the eye. He sat next to Song Jianing and brought the black-glazed porcelain plate to his daughter.

The black-glazed porcelain dish is barely stronger than a man's big hand. The bottom of the dish is a thin layer of snowflakes. The snowflakes are thin, and they are lined with black glaze to be whiter and brighter. Like a layer of finely divided salt, it is clearer and brighter than salt. Song Jianing had seen so many snows, and never once was the snow on the plate in front of him as beautiful.

Zhao Zhao was born in October last year, and did not hug it out when it snowed, so today is the first time the little girl saw snow after she was born, not to mention how fresh it is. Zhaozhao looked at his father, and then at his mother. Suddenly he lifted Chubby's hand and was about to catch the snow on the plate. Zhao Heng blocked her daughter in time, and then under her dazed gaze, Zhao Heng touched a little snowflake on the belly of her index finger, and then stretched out towards her daughter.

What is the father going to do?

Zhaozhao stared at the father's hand, motionless as if he had been tapped, until the father's finger lightly pressed her chubby face. It was cool, Zhaozhao opened his small mouth, and his big clear eyes were full of surprises, looking at his father eagerly.

"Snow." Zhao Heng pointed to the layer of snow and taught his daughter.

Zhaozhao lowered his head, looked at it for a while, and understood, the school father pointed at the snowflake like that, and said crisply: "Snow."

Zhao Heng nodded and asked his daughter, "Does it look good?"

Zhao Zhao nodded, and wanted to reach out to touch it.

"Cool, you can't touch it." Song Jianing grabbed her daughter's chubby hand and stopped, worrying about her daughter catching a cold.

Zhao Zhao couldn't do it, and continued to stare at the snowflakes. The ground dragon was burning in the interior. The bed was especially warm. It didn't take long before the snowflakes in the black glaze porcelain plate turned into clear water. Zhaozhao was dumbfounded, his eyes widened, the snowflakes were gone, and the little girl even tilted her head, thinking that it was the father who hid the snowflakes!

"It's all snow outside, daddy hug Zhaozhao?" Zhao Heng whispered. Zhao Heng called himself father because his daughter said that he was not good at father.

Zhaozhao liked snowflakes, and immediately nodded, obediently leaning over to his father.

Only then did Song Jianing understand the purpose of the prince Sheng Xue's coming in, and he couldn't help but admire him. He flattered sincerely while receiving the plate: "The prince will teach his daughter."

Zhao Heng smiled, looked down at his daughter, and did not tell the princess to see the slightest pride in his eyes.

Song Jianing took her daughter's padded jacket again, and Zhao Heng took the padded jacket and said, "I will help Zhaozhao, and you can add a cloak."

Song Jianing was warm in her heart, got up, walked around the screen and put on clothes. Across the screen, he heard the prince remind his daughter to raise his arm and remind her to push her shoes hard, the same four or five words, the pause in the middle became shorter and shorter. , The speed of speaking is no different from ordinary people, Song Jianing is full of hope.

The family of three was cleaned up. Zhao Heng held his daughter who was dressed in a ball of cotton. Song Jianing walked aside with the porcelain plate, and the beauty who went to the corridor sat on the top to enjoy the snow. Zhaozhao wore a fox fur hat, with only a small face exposed, his big eyes twirling around, looking at the white roof and the treetops for a while, it was almost not enough.

Song Jianing held a black-glazed porcelain plate out of the corridor, Zhao Heng and Zhao Zhao both stared at it, as if it were interesting.

When the snowflakes were full, Song Jianing retracted her hand and raised the plate in front of her daughter. She leaned over and blew at a place. She looked funny. When she discovered that her mother had blown the snowflakes out of a small hole, she smiled in excitement. , Puffed up his mouth and blew up. The mothers had a great time. Zhao Heng watched the princess's childish pouting and her plump lips, and suddenly wanted to do something.

Song Jianing was tired of blowing, raised his head with a smile, and unexpectedly ran into his faint eyes.

Thinking that she must have been so stupid just now, Song Jianing blushed, turned her head to look out, and just turned around, her face suddenly became cold, and it was the man who wiped snow on the left nose and chilled. Although the prince is serious, this is not the first time he has bullied her. Song Jianing gave him a look and raised his hand to wipe it.

"Don't move." Zhao Heng said.

Song Jianing looked at him suspiciously, and consciously let go of his hands.

"Zhao Zhao helps mother to blow." Zhao Heng pointed to her nose and coaxed his daughter.

Zhao Zhao liked to play this way, so he went to his mother's side immediately. Zhao Heng hugged his daughter and moved. Song Jianing cooperated with their father and daughter, leaning forward with her upper body and slightly tilting her head so that her daughter could blow her nose. Zhao Zhaoru was wrapped in a silkworm cocoon and stretched out his head to blow his mother, but Song Jianing noticed the strange look in the prince's eyes. When he was nervous, he closed his eyes and his cheeks slowly turned red.

The daughter blew it bit by bit, her nose was itchy, and suddenly another breath leaned in, warm like a spring breeze, followed closely, something pressed on her lips, and kissed her gently. Song Jianing instinctively held his arm, and his heart was about to float. The prince's careful movement in order to kiss her was sweeter than the kiss at this time.

The couple stole the food, and Zhao Zhao found out at once. He felt that his mother-in-law was more fun than blowing snow. Zhao Zhao ruthlessly patted the father on the face, trying to squeeze the father away and replace him with his own kiss. Zhao Heng laughed, Song Jianing wiped her lower lip first, then took her daughter's cheek and kissed him, and fooled him.

It was quiet, and there was a sudden sound of horseshoes on the street, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the gate of Weiguo Gong's mansion.

Song Jianing's heart moved slightly, and there was a faint guess. After about a cup of tea, Father Fu came over and reported with a smile: "Princess, the concierge just passed a message saying that it was the lady of the government office and the uncle who returned to Beijing to kiss. "The princess and Guo Boyan's eldest daughter Ting Fang are in love with the sisters, he knows.

Sure enough, sister Ting Fang is back!

Song Jianing was overjoyed. Next year the wife will celebrate her 60th birthday. In April, Guo Xiao and Princess Duanhui will get married. In October, when their daughter's first birthday, Tingfang's sister wrote to say that the family of three will return to Beijing this year. They will stay there until Guo Xiao is married. Xiongzhou. Having not seen each other for many years, Song Jianing really wanted to see her sister right away, but it's a pity...

Song Jianing's expression was dim, she is now the princess, and hurried back, she has lost the majesty of the palace, after all, she is a respect.

"Come here, please." Zhao Heng looked at her and told Father Fu.

Father Fu turned around and was about to leave.

"and many more!"

Song Jianing was anxious to stop her, and seeing Father Fu stopped, she said to her prince amusedly: "My sister just came back, and my grandmother, mother, and aunts must all want to panic. Let's talk about it another day." She knew that the prince was right. She is good, but Song Jianing knows very well that the person that Sister Ting Fang misses most is Mrs. Tai, and she does not want to delay the reminiscence of Sister Ting Fang and Mrs. Tai because of herself.

She has always been considerate of others, but Zhao Heng didn't want her to wait for a long time. His princess wanted to see others, that was to show her face.

"One hour." Zhao Heng looked at Father Fu again.

Father Fu understood, smiled at the princess, and left, and Song Jianing also understood. The prince asked Father Fu to invite his sister after an hour.

"The prince is really domineering." Song Jianing whispered and turned to look at the Guogong's mansion, hoping that Sister Tingfang would not blame her.

Guogong Mansion, one hour is enough for everyone in the Guo family to calm down their excitement, and the wife is holding her lovely grand-maternal granddaughter, her eyes are reluctant to leave Tingfang for a moment. Ting Fang's eyes were not enough. She looked at his father for a while, Guo Xiao, his brother, and Mao Geer, his half-brother. You said something to me. The Shou Prince’s Mansion sent someone to spread the word. Lin and Tingfang were invited to visit the mansion. He also said that Xueda would not work too much. This is a good intention.

The wife smiled and said to her granddaughter: "Look how much the princess misses you."

Ting Fang missed her sister too, and she wanted to tell her a lot. Since her sister had sent someone to invite her, Ting Fang immediately got ready to take her daughter with her.

Guo Xiao stood beside his two cousins ​​in silence, looking at his sister's cheerful profile, but he thought of his stepsister's soft and beautiful face. She has always been cautious, never swaggering, and she tries to restrain her aunt once a month when she meets with her aunt. How can she suddenly have the confidence to call her sister over as a guest today? I'm afraid it means Shouwang?

I just don't know whether Shouwang spoiled her purely or deliberately spoiled her.