National Beauty

The boat Guo Xiao prepared had two canopies, one for the two boatmen. The two alternately drove the night boat. It was cold in the first month and had to sleep in the canopy at night. The other, naturally, he lived with Song Jianing.

The dim yellow oil lamp was lit in the canopy. The moment Guo Xiao pushed him in, Song Jianing saw it at a glance. The simple bed was covered with only two overlapping quilts and two pillows, just like couples use. Song Jianing's face sank, stopped at the door, and looked down and said, "What does this mean?"

"I won't touch you, but I won't live in the same canopy with the guards either." Guo Xiao closed the door and couldn't refuse to speak.

"I sleep outside." Song Jianing immediately turned around and wanted to go out, but Guo Xiao stood in front of the door and stared at her and said: "The water is cold, you are outside, I'm afraid I will see your corpse tomorrow morning."

Song Jianing did not flinch: "I would rather freeze to death than to misunderstand others."

Guo Xiao sneered and pointed to the north side and asked: "You think we were sleeping separately. Later Zhao Heng knew that you were taken captive by me. Would you believe that I never touched you?"

Song Jianing's face paled, and the prince's figure just appeared in his mind. His body suddenly volleyed, but he was hugged by Guo Xiao and walked towards the bed. Through this journey, Song Jianing knew that she couldn't hold his strength, and she was about to be on the bed. Song Jianing pursed her lips, and then took advantage of Guo Xiao's moment to drop her, immediately took off the hairpin on the top of her head, turned around, and pressed her tail against it. The throat threatened: "You take a step closer, and I will die in front of you immediately!"

She doesn't believe that if two people really sleep on the same bed, Guo Xiao will not touch her.

Her hair was tangled, her apricot eyes were round, like an angry hedgehog, and she was wary of him. Guo Xiao laughed. Standing in front of the bed, his tall and burly body blocked the candlelight, and the shadow happened to cast on her, as if the two had merged into one. Noting this coincidence, Guo Xiao moved a little so that his shadow completely covered her. After enjoying himself for a while, Guo Xiao asked her helplessly: "An'an, have you ever thought about it? If I don't care about you, I can go ahead. If I want you, what's the matter with me if you are injured or dying afterwards?"

Song Jianing's eyes changed slightly.

Guo Xiao keenly caught this change in her. He sighed, stepped back, sat on the chair, grabbed the white porcelain tea bowl and turned around for a few times, then looked at her and said: "You dare to threaten me, it's actually Admit it, you believe in my heart for you, you believe that I really like you, and would rather not touch you than you would be hurt in any way."

He looked jokingly, with a touch of pampering.

Looking at Guo Xiao like this, Song Jianing remembered his previous life again. Guo Xiao ignored family affection and asked for her from Liang Shao because of her appearance, but Guo Xiao was not a rascal rascal. The first night he tried to have **** with her, Song Jianing kept crying, so he stopped. Why ? Because he is a superior son, because he has the pride of a son, he disdains to persecute a woman with brute force. He wants her to be willing, at least half-push half-hearted.

Song Jianing threatened with death, not believing Guo Xiao's heart, but believing that Guo Xiao did not act like that.

But Song Jianing didn't dare to tell the truth, didn't dare to irritate Guo Xiao, if Guo Xiao was in a good mood, she would not touch her, she would rather admit his self-righteousness.

The hairpin was still held in his hand, Song Jianing lowered his head, as if his mind was pierced by someone.

The light was dim, she lowered her head, her face was lonely and pitiful, she could cry at any time, and she didn't need to pretend to be the most pitiful style for men. Guo Xiao squeezed his forehead, recognized it, and whispered: "You sleep in bed, I sit here to sleep, rest assured, I will do what I say, and I won't bully you in the middle of the night."

Song Jianing remained motionless.

She didn't believe it, and Guo Xiao didn't persuade him. He untied his cloak and closed his eyes facing her. Song Jianing secretly watched him, under the light, the man leaned back on the chair, his cold face slightly raised, his black eyes lightly closed at the corners of his lips, and he seemed gentle and serene. Song Jianing only glanced, then retracted his gaze, remaining motionless in the posture just now.

The sound of wind and water, the boat swayed regularly, and the candlelight swayed. I don't know how long it took Song Jianing's arm sore. Looking at Guo Xiao, he was already lying on the table with the back of his head facing her. Song Jianing tentatively lowered his hand, moved back quietly, leaning against the boat canopy, and then carefully picked up the quilt and slowly covered it on his body.

As time passed by, Song Jianing missed the two children for a while, missed the prince for a while, missed worry, pain and despair, all kinds of emotions made her almost breathless, but these were no match for human instincts. The eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the figure on the opposite side became more and more blurred. In the end, Song Jianing closed his eyes and put his head against his knees.

There was no movement in her place. Guo Xiao suddenly opened his eyes and sat upright bit by bit. As soon as he raised his head, he saw her curled up on the bed to prevent him from getting out of it. He would not lie down to sleep if he had a bed and pillow. She was not afraid of hardship, but Guo Xiao was reluctant to suffer her in vain, walked over slowly, and then slowly supported her shoulders.

Song Jianing was asleep, but she didn't sleep deeply, feeling that someone was touching her, Song Jianing instinctively wanted to push him away.

"Don't be afraid, I said I won't touch you." Guo Xiao moved quickly. Before she had a seizure, he lay down the person first, then pulled up two layers of quilt to cover her head, covering her head tightly. . Song Jianing was indeed cold, but the warmth brought by the quilt was in no way comparable to the cold brought by Guo Xiao, and Xingyan stared at him angrily.

Guo Xiao resisted the urge to touch her head, resisted the urge to kiss her, only bent over, and coaxed her in a low voice: "You lie down and sleep, I will immediately sit back in the chair, sit up again, and treat yourself harshly. , I will hold you all night like this."

Song Jianing was stiff.

Guo Xiao looked at her and smiled.

Song Jianing turned her head in disgust, her eyes closed tightly: "You let go."

"Are you lying down and sleeping?" Guo Xiao asked repeatedly.

Song Jianing pursed her lower lip.

Guo Xiao understood, and he let go as promised, and went back to sit in the chair. Song Jianing lay with her back to him, still guarding, guarding every move behind her, but guarding her, she fell asleep uncontrollably. This sleep, in the gently swaying boat, in the sound of regular water, slept until dawn.

Whether it was the sound of water or a man's deliberately light footsteps, Song Jianing suddenly opened his eyes and turned around to see that the boat canopy was empty and there was no figure of Guo Xiao. Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he saw that there was a thick black cloak on her quilt, which was the one Guo Xiao wore last night.

At this moment, footsteps approached.

Song Jianing immediately retreated to the corner of the bed, took the hairpin under the pillow with one hand, and kept on guard.

The door curtain opened, revealing Guo Xiao's back first, and as he turned around, Song Jianing saw the food box in his hand.

"A Si bought the steamed buns from the nearby market. You can get some food and tea." Seeing her wake up, Guo Xiao naturally greeted her incomparably.

Song Jianing lowered his eyes.

Guo Xiao is not in a hurry to touch her, but she has to carefully plan an escape method. Even if she can't escape, she still has to try to send a message to the prince so that the prince knows where she is, instead of going to the Liao Kingdom.

Just when Song Jianing was absent-mindedly eating steamed buns with Guo Xiao, in the far north of Xinjiang, the secret guards of Shouwang's Mansion rushed around all night, and finally arrived at Zhenzhou Daying at dawn, knelt in front of her lord, bowed his head and pleaded for crime. In the early morning, I suddenly heard that the Princess Princess had been taken away by the Khitans. Father Fu shook his body for a while. Before standing still, he first looked at the prince on the main seat. He didn’t see his face. First, he caught a glimpse of the prince’s right hand. Holding the saber at the waist!

Is this annoyed to kill someone?

Father Fu threw himself down on his knees, lest the prince would even kill him when he was furious.

Zhao Heng wanted to kill someone. He wanted to kill the guard in front of him, and kill all the guards he stayed in the palace. She and her daughter could be robbed by the Khitan people without leaving home. Are these people all rubbish!

Unrevealed, Zhao Heng controlled his hand, but the man suddenly got up and kicked the secret guard's heart!

"The subordinate is guilty, the sin deserves ten thousand deaths!" The dark guard wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, kneeled again, and sincerely confessed, "But please be aware of the prince, the subordinates and others stay vigil all night, the three walls of the palace, no one can turn When the wall enters, the other party must sneak into the Guogong Mansion first, and then ambush from the Guogong Mansion to the Palace Garden, waiting for the opportunity to move."