National Beauty

Not long after Zhao Heng's army left Shu, he received the news that Emperor Xuande was ill. It was a big deal. Zhao Heng immediately led a team to return to Beijing with Song Jianing, inevitably day and night.

As night fell, the convoy continued to move forward, with guards turning lights before and after. Zhao Heng came back from inspection and stepped onto the carriage, and saw Song Jianing had already laid the quilt. She was sitting in the light with her long hair gently passing through. The black hair was like a cloud, making her small face thinner, Zhao Heng bent over and sat down, hugged her and said, "Thanks for your hard work."

The long journey is really hard. He can still go out when he is tired. She can only get bored in the car, bumping in the car day and night.

Song Jianing is indeed a little uncomfortable with his **** being pressed against the hard car plate all the time. On the road to Shu with Guo Xiao, almost half took the waterway, and the bed was comfortable on the boat. Now the prince does not need to hide in Tibet when he returns to Beijing. The official road extends in all directions. However, the palace carriage is not as comfortable as the boat after all. The happier she is,

"Is the prince sour?" Taking off his clothes, the couple lay on the low couch in the narrow car. Song Jianing poked the prince in the curiously.

Zhao Heng:...

Except at that time, this was the first time she did this kind of action, and she was not as bold as her.

"Are you sour?" Zhao Heng also put his hand on her side, she was thin, she was thinner everywhere, but still round and round, he...liked it very much.

Song Jianing poked innocent, Zhao Heng mixed up some other meanings, Song Jianing's face was hot, and while taking away his large hand covered with thin calluses, he mumbled. Since this is the case, Zhao Heng refused to let it go. He hugged the person a little bit, and said to her ear: "I'll rub it for you."

His breath is warm, Song Jianing's heart beats wildly, and he wants to refuse, the prince of life is already busy. Song Jianing couldn't push it away, and he got into his arms and enjoyed it silently, let alone rubbing it like this, it really didn't feel so numb.

"Okay, let the prince rest." Song Jianing held down his hand again.

"Yeah." Zhao Heng responded, but his big hand went to another place. Since leaving the army first, the two of them have slept honestly these days, and Zhao Heng is still relatively strict when people are on the road. But tonight Song Jianing stupidly picked up his fire. The narrower the couch, the closer the couple got together, and Zhao Heng was ready to move.

"Lord..." Song Jianing panicked and clamped his hand to prevent him from moving. There were cracks in the carriage and carriage doors and windows. It was embarrassing to spread it out, not to mention that she was still in the carriage as a little eunuch.

Zhao Heng didn't say anything, but he could not refuse to help her turn around, and put a veil into her palm. Song Jianing was holding the veil, not knowing what it meant, the next moment she was pressed tightly against the wall of the car by Zhao Heng. Song Jianing's heart beat faster than that, and with the bumps, his waist sank, and Song Jianing finally knew what the veil was for.

She shivered and covered her mouth, her kerchief and her fingers blocked any possible sounds, and her other hand slammed against the car wall, as if he could really knock her out. Outside the window, there was the sound of horses hoofs of the guards, the regular rolling of wheels, and the cool wind in early summer, but Song Jianing heard only one sound, like the juice gurgle of her daughter poking a pomegranate with her finger when she was naughty.

At the end, Song Jianing was sweating all over.

"Good peace." Zhao Heng kissed her hot face, and there was a deep sense of contentment in her words, and there was also a trace of concealed guilt. Such nonsense, after all, bullied her.

Song Jianing likes to hear the prince call her like this. With his strong arms, she fell asleep sweetly. After sleeping this time on the road, she slept the most soundly. After all, the husband and wife Dunlun, both of them are happy, relieved and relieved.

On the eighth day of May, the King of Shou returned to Beijing, Zhao Heng got out of the cart and rode ahead of time. Song Jianing hid in the cart with breathlessness. The moment he saw the carriage entering the city gate through the seam of the curtain, Song Jianing felt like a world away. When Guo Xiao pretended to be a Khitan and was taken out of the capital in the first month, Song Jianing really thought that she would never come back.

Zhao Heng wanted to go to the palace, and the carriage of Shouwang Mansion turned halfway, and first returned to the palace. When he got outside of the Shouwang Mansion, the carriage did not stop. He continued to go inside and went to the backyard.

It was almost noon at this time, in the midsummer season, the yard was extremely hot, Zhao Zhao and Brother You were all waiting in the princess’s wing, with ice on the ground, and the little maid gently shook the fan, which was cool and comfortable. Song Jianing got out of the car wearing a veil, staring eagerly at her daughter's wing, she suppressed the impulse forcibly, and went back to the upper room to take a shower and change clothes. It was too hot, there was no ice in the carriage, she was almost stinky, Song Jia would rather not go to see the children stinky.

In the wing room, Brother You, wearing a big red bellyband, lay on his back on the couch, Zhaozhao sat on the north side of his brother, holding one of his fat feet in one hand, alternately raising and lowering them. Brother You likes to play like this, holding her little hand to look at her sister, Zhaozhao closes her brother's feet to cover her face, and when she moves it away, Brother You will smile very happily.

"Well, Brother You'er's feet are stinky, and sister will wash your feet for a while." After playing for a while, Zhao Zhao pretended to smell the white soles of his brother's feet and let go of his hands in disgust. It’s almost time to set up dinner and can't play anymore.

Brother You blinked suspiciously, then hugged a fat foot and smelled like her sister.

"Smelly!" Zhao Zhao pulled back his little brother's short legs, deliberately not asking his brother to smell it.

Brother You'er grinned, the less his sister told him, the more he would smell it. With a hard effort, both feet were raised. Zhao Zhao caught it again, and just about to tease his brother, a soft cough suddenly came from outside the bead curtain. The siblings looked up together, and saw a figure wearing a lotus red dress standing behind the dense bead curtain, with a hazy face.

Brother You stared at the man with his eyes wide open, Zhao Zhao was also watching, tilted his head, and frowned slightly, as if to confirm something.

"Guess who I am?" Looking at the pair of children on the couch, Song Jianing asked effortlessly, eyes crying and voice smiling.

Brother You looked at her sister.

Zhaozhao missed her mother very much, but she was only five years old. She hadn't seen her mother for more than four months. When she heard her mother's voice suddenly, Zhaozhao didn't remember immediately, staring at the shadow intently, and said in doubt:" who are you?"

Song Jianing wiped her tears sideways, then raised the bead curtain, stepped in, and raised her eyes, her vision blurred again.

"Mother!" The young princess Zhaozhao, who recognized her mother and just took care of her younger brother, instantly turned into a five-year-old pure daughter. She cried with a cry of wow, and left her younger brother and ran towards the bed. When the daughter called her, Song Jianing burst into tears, and ran over to hug the daughter who was rushing over. The two of them hugged each other hard.

Weeping Zhao Zhaozhao, Song Jianing was holding her daughter’s small body, tears kept falling, only Brother You, who turned over blankly, sat there to see her sister, seeming to observe whether her sister was bullied, if so. , Then he has to cry too.

"Brother You, come here." Song Jianing held back his tears and stretched out his hand to his son.

When she left, Brother You was too young, and now he no longer remembers her mother, but I don’t know whether it was the blood relationship between mother and child, or the apricot eyes of Song Jianing and Zhao Zhao. Brother You looked at her mother for a while, and actually turned towards him. Climb here. Song Jianing thought that her son still recognized her, crying and laughing. When her son crawled over, she hugged one in one hand, kissed the older one and then kissed the younger one. The place in her heart was empty for more than a month, and it was full.

"Mother, I miss you so much." When the three mothers arrived on the couch, Zhao Zhao sat on her left leg and told her tearfully.

"Mother wants Zhaozhao too, every day I think Zhaozhao grows taller and looks better." Song Jianing kissed his daughter and touched her daughter's soft hair, reluctantly looking away.

"My younger brother has grown taller." Zhaozhao was very happy to be praised by my mother, but he didn't forget to let my mother praise his younger brother.

Song Jianing looked down at the son on his right leg, but he didn't know that Brother You had been looking up at her. The adult that Brother You knows most is the nurse, but now, Brother You feels that this mother smells very good on her body, and he hugs him softly and comfortably, which he likes more than the nurse.

"Brother You'er is called Niang." Song Jianing eagerly taught. She knew that most of her sons couldn't say it well, but she wanted to hear too much.

Brother You blinked and suddenly pointed at Zhao Zhao and shouted, "Nine-nine!"

The boys couldn't tell the "sister", so they all called "Nine-Nine".

"Really smart!" Song Jianing gave her son a bitter kiss. He would say two words before he reached his first birthday.

Brother You chuckled.

Reunited after a long absence, the three mothers talked too hot, and Mother Cen motioned to the maids to prepare dinner later. In the end, it was his own flesh and blood, Song Jianing soon won the favor of Brother You, and squeezed her sister away and insisted on occupying her mother's arms. Zhaozhao didn't have the same knowledge with his younger brother. He sat opposite his mother and talked to his mother. He said that he was naughty for a while, said that she was more sensible, and said whatever she thought of.

Song Jianing could see that her daughter had become too much, which made her feel distressed sensibly.

Song Jianing turned back when the bead curtain moved again.

Zhao Heng stood in front of the door in a white robe, black eyes watching them smile.

"Father!" Zhao Zhao rushed over again, not crying this time, but hugged his father tightly to express his miss. Brother You'er doesn't know his father anymore and continues to be in a daze, but he likes all the people his sister likes.

"Mother, I'm hungry." After being happy, Zhao Zhao touched his stomach, leaning on his mother to act like a baby.

Song Jianing smiled and looked at Mother Cen.

Mother Cen went to make arrangements right away, walking briskly, just like the New Year.

The food was arranged in a blink of an eye, Song Jianing hugged her daughter, Zhao Heng hugged her heavy and naughty son, a family of four gathered in a circle, laughter spread, and finally broke the long silence that had enveloped the Palace of Shou for more than four months. After the meal, Zhaozhao and You brothers were sleepy. Song Jianing left the children in the upper room. She knelt down on the bed and personally coaxed the brothers and sisters to sleep and told them stories.

Brother You fell asleep quickly, Zhaozhao took his mother's hand, obviously very sleepy, but stubbornly opened his eyes. I don't know how many times I asked my mother: "Mother, I'm asleep, will you leave?" She was afraid that when she woke up, her mother would disappear again.

Song Jianing lay down and hugged her daughter and coaxed: "Mother is not going anywhere, Zhao Zhao, go to sleep."

Zhaozhao nodded, put a small hand around his mother's neck, and fell asleep restlessly.

Song Jianing kissed his daughter pityingly.

Zhao Heng, who had watched silently for a long time, suddenly posted from behind, and carefully hugged the mother and daughter into his arms.