National Beauty

Shouwang Mansion.

King Chu is Zhao Heng’s own brother. He has been here several times earlier. Although he has expressed his sorrow and annoyance at his self-defeating behavior of planting a large fruit tree, but the fruit trees are all bearing fruit. The younger brother likes it so much. He can’t The tree was chopped down, so he could only pour back the stomach full of sour water, and secretly decided that in the future, he would find a way to help his brother move the palace to the inner city and rebuild a magnificent mansion.

The fourth prince came for the first time. The imperial palace is the most expensive palace in the world, but in fact, the place where the palace’s yard can be moved is really small, crowded and more crowded, but the palace is different. The area is vast and the population is sparse. The four princes came out of the palace and entered the palace. Just like a bird flying out of the cage and rushing to the woods, the breathing is smoother, where it is fresh, and my heart quietly yearns for the day when he will be granted the mansion by the king.

"Where is Duanhui?" King Chu asked in confusion as he watched the fourth brother walking towards the hall.

The four princes raised their chins towards the Weiguo Palace to the west: "I'm looking for her good cousin."

The king of Chu shook his head amusedly. Princess Duanhui was only so old. All day long, she only knew how to talk about Guo Xiao, but she didn't know if she liked her brother or was the husband of the future.

"Third brother, take me for a stroll, second brother said that your palace is the largest." The fourth prince was excited and did not sit down, and said directly to Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng put down his tea bowl and looked at King Chu and said, "I have work."

Before King Rui arrived, King Chu only acted as a younger brother who wanted to stay here to entertain King Rui, so he led the four princes to stroll around the garden.

Zhao Heng sat in the hall alone, holding up the tea bowl and savouring the finest Huangshan Maofeng, a tribute, with a sweet and mellow fragrance and a lasting charm.

After half a bowl, Princess Duanhui suddenly complained unwillingly: "Grandma is really true, but I went to incense today, which made me run in vain."

The unruly and willful princess, young, didn't realize how these words would make the other person feel when these words were passed to the owner of the house.

Yunfang's mind was simple and didn't recognize that something was wrong, Song Jianing didn't have any scheming, but she lived for two lifetimes, and her awe of the longevity king Zhao Heng was second only to Emperor Xuande. When she got along with Zhao Heng, she was careful not to make a mistake. Now that Princess Duanhui blatantly didn't look at Zhao Heng, Song Jianing immediately heard it, and moved her gaze to the side as if she didn't know.

Guo Shu nodded his cousin's head and reminded in a low voice: "Shut up."

He doesn't like the cousin's arrogance, but as a cousin, he can't look at his cousin to offend people stupidly.

Princess Duanhui glared at him before closing her mouth.

Going around the shadow wall and passing through the sedan hall, in front is Songhetang, where the master of Shouwang's Mansion entertains guests. The hall door opened wide, and as soon as Song Jianing looked up, he saw Prince Shou sitting facing south, wearing a moon-white dark-patterned python robe with a jade belt around his waist. The man was drinking tea with his head down, his eyebrows drooping, and his eyebrows were like green peaks. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he slowly raised his eyes, scanning them at will, raising his hand and placing the tea bowl on the table next to him.

The last time Song Jianing saw the King of Shou was the Shangsi Festival in March. Now more than eight months have passed. The King of Shou in front of him seems to have changed. At the beginning of the year, he still had the youthfulness of the young man. At this time, his face was more handsome and his body was more handsome. The kind of banxian's bearing is also getting more and more prosperous, making people feel ashamed, and dare not approach it rashly.

He had just looked at her, and the two eyes collided briefly, but before Song Jianing looked down politely, his cool and watery gaze had faded away. The indifference of a thousand miles away made Song Jianing’s memory a guess. Lantern riddles, sending bayberry candy, and sailing in the same boat were all in vain.

It felt like that the two had never touched before. He was still the noble prince and the future emperor. She was just an ordinary lady of the Weiguo Palace, and there was no friendship between them.

Song Jianing was lost for a moment. He couldn't tell the truth, but soon he was relieved. How can the future emperor be so easy to climb into friendship?

Following his cousin, Song Jianing and Yunfang bowed to their knees and saluted: "The daughter of the people pays homage to the prince."

"Get up." Zhao Heng said concisely.

"Thank you prince." Song Jianing stood up straight, her eyes downcast.

Guo Shu had spoken more or less with the other three princes, and had barely dealt with the seldom-showing prince of longevity. After the ceremony, he secretly winked at Princess Duanhui. Princess Duanhui was not used to getting along with King Shou, she looked around and curiously said: "Three brothers, where is the fourth brother? Is the eldest brother and the second elder brother here?"

Zhao Heng glanced at Father Fu, Father Fu lowered his head and smiled: "Back to the princess, His Royal Highness Chu has taken the Fourth Hall to the Lower Garden."

Princess Duanhui came with interest, and said to Zhao Heng: "Then let's go too, my third brother is here for the first time today." It is always good to be able to go out of the palace.

Zhao Heng nodded, got up and left the seat, the meaning is self-evident. Princess Duanhui didn’t think much. Father Fu stared at his master’s profile unexpectedly. He was very impressed. Regarding the relationship, the prince and the four princes were a little closer, and rarely talked with the unruly and willful Princess Duanhui. How would he be willing now? Go shopping with Princess Duanhui?

Grandpa Fu wondered, Princess Duanhui also had a headache. She just wanted to walk around by herself, and the third brother followed. She ignored him and it was inappropriate. Every time the third brother said four words at most, she was struggling to listen. After walking awkwardly for a while, Princess Duanhui had an idea and smiled at Zhao Heng: "Brother 3, go find your eldest brother and 4th brother, I will go shopping with two cousins."

Guo Shu stood behind Zhao Heng and stared at his cousin fiercely. He didn't know how to deal with this prince who cherished his words like gold.

Princess Duanhui didn't care, secretly proud.

Zhao Heng glanced at Father Fu again: "Where?"

Fu Gonggong understood it as soon as he turned his mind, and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness and the Four Highnesses are in Baiguolin."

Song Jianing's ear moved, Baiguolin? Could it be that Shou Palace also planted other fruit trees?

Princess Duanhui blinked blankly, and suddenly said with joy: "I want to go to Baiguolin too!" She hadn't seen any fruit trees when she grew up, but had only eaten various tribute fruits.

Zhao Heng nodded and motioned for Father Fu to lead the way. Then he and Princess Duanhui walked in front side by side, and the three brothers and sisters Song Jianing followed behind. After walking for about a quarter of an hour and bypassing a rockery, the front view suddenly widened. The back garden of the Shouwang Mansion is next to the west side of the Weiguo Mansion. Fruit trees are planted in a large open space. But at this time, most of the fruit tree leaves are falling. No one can tell what it is. There are only two tall persimmon trees covered with yellow persimmons.

"Third brother, Duanhui, cousin!" The fourth prince did not know when he climbed onto the tree, holding the trunk in one hand, and greeting everyone under the tree with the other.

Zhao Heng frowned. King Chu under the tree didn't care, and he didn't believe that the four princes would be so stupid that they would fall down.

"Brother, what do you plant so many fruit trees for?" Princess Duanhui asked strangely, looking at the persimmons freshly. Behind the courtyard wall, the clear blue sky is like a vast canvas. The tall trees and the yellow persimmons are surprisingly beautiful. It is a rural scenery that Princess Duanhui has never seen before.

Father Fu replied on behalf of the master: "The prince has always yearned for a rural life. He has trouble cleaning up all kinds of grains, so he planted a few fruit trees, and when he had time to cut the branches and leaves, he was content."

Song Jianing unexpectedly glanced at Zhao Heng not far away. He didn't expect that a fairy-like character would have such a preference, but she really likes this garden. The back garden of the Guogong Mansion is also quite large, but all they planted are for offerings. The flowers and trees that people admire are of no use except to decorate the garden. It's a waste of space.

Princess Duanhui is not interested in the third brother's preference. She only wants to pick persimmons, but the persimmon tree is tall and the branches are also high, so she can't touch the lowest persimmon. The fourth prince was still asking her if she wanted him to help pick it. Princess Duanhui was not uncommon, and turned to act like a baby at Zhao Heng: "Brother, I also want to pick persimmons and play, you help me think of a way."

Without waiting for Zhao Heng's wink this time, Lord Fu smiled: "Princess, don't worry, you can pick it up in a while." After finishing the task, the **** who followed was sent to get the pole.

Song Jianing couldn't help looking at the little **** who turned to leave, envying him, and suddenly a stream-like question came from his ear: "Want?"

Song Jianing raised her head in surprise, and bumped into a pair of misty eyes, which were clearly clear and translucent, but when they were carefully distinguished, those eyes were like a bottomless pool of water, which was unclear. Still wanting to explore, noticed that the man frowned slightly, Song Jianing panicked, and when he was nervous, he told the truth in his heart: "I want to..."

When he got the answer, Zhao Heng immediately turned to the third girl Yunfang and asked the same question with his eyes.

Yunfang was overjoyed and gave a strong "um", because he had prepared in advance, and thanked him decently: "Thank you, Lord!"

Zhao Heng has already looked away.

Song Jianing moved his lips several times, but finally he was not as embarrassed to add another thank you.

The little eunuchs quickly took three long rods. The head was surrounded by a wire slightly larger than a persimmon, and a gauze bag was wrapped under the wire. Father Fu skillfully demonstrated how to pick the persimmons, hooked the persimmons with an iron ring and gently applied pressure, and the persimmons fell into the yarn bag. Princess Duanhui took the lead in picking with a long pole, deliberately ran under the tree of the four princes, and covered fruits that the four princes could not reach.

Song Jianing and Yunfang chose another tree to start with, and stood alone.

Some play and some eat, or the nobles allowed, Song Jianing was very happy, there was no prince and princess in his eyes, looking up his head to find the most satisfactory persimmon to start. She picked the persimmons earnestly, Zhao Heng stood not far away with her hands under her hands, and looked at this little girl who boldly liked him without a trace.

She hasn't seen her for half a year. She has grown taller, and her once-child-like body has appeared a little exquisite. There is no change in the front. The waist is thin, and the long pole is held high. The honey-colored jacket is lifted up, revealing that it is white The small waist coming out of the long skirt is so thin, just looking at the back, it looks like a short young girl.

Song Jianing didn't know that someone was watching her, her neck was sore, and she finally got a big persimmon. Song Jianing had bright eyes and walked back holding the long pole, taking a step back to estimate the estimated position, and then continuing to step back. Xingyan only stared at the persimmons, forgetting that she had just placed a bamboo basket with persimmons behind her.

The others were busy, no one noticed her, only Zhao Heng leaned in quietly.

Seeing that Song Jianing was about to step into the basket with one foot, Zhao Heng had even stretched out his hand. Song Jianing suddenly paused, staring straight ahead, and then in Zhao Heng's puzzled gaze, his eyes closed and his neck closed. Yang, sneezed crisply!