National Beauty

The king of Chu has a straightforward temperament, seemingly mad and ignorant of what he says, but in fact he can guess what other people think in their hearts most of the time. If the king of Chu feels that the other party’s words and deeds are right, he will cooperate. On the contrary, as long as he believes it is wrong, he knows that he will offend others, and he must do his best to oppose and stop him. For example, the Emperor Xuande set Zhao Heng’s palace in Outside the inner city, he directly confronted Emperor Xuande.

Now that he saw that his younger brother liked Song Jianing, King Chu naturally wanted to create opportunities for his younger brother to be alone with beautiful women. After eating two cherries, either sour or sweet, King Chu moved in his heart and smiled and asked Zhao Heng: "The third brother thinks that I How is this peony blooming in the mansion?"

Zhao Heng looked sideways and glanced over the Peony outside the pavilion. He nodded.

King Chu laughed: "I have been telling your sister-in-law that you are good at painting flowers and birds, but she doesn't believe it. Since you like the peonies in my garden, would you like to draw a picture for your sister-in-law on the spot?"

Before he finished his words, Feng Zheng became anxious, and he retorted in a low voice: "Why is the prince wronging someone for nothing? When did I not believe it?" He opened his eyes and said nonsense.

King Chu patted her thigh under the table and continued to stare at his brother with a smile.

Zhao Heng glanced inquisitively at his elder brother, and then passed the girl in the willow green shirt on the left, hesitated for a moment, nodded and agreed.

The king of Chu clapped his hands, raised his head and told Father Kang and Father Fu: "Hurry up and get the paint for the easel from the king's warehouse, and Xiao Fuzi will also follow. You know best what your three princes like to use."

The two father-in-laws took their orders and hurried to prepare.

King Chu said to Feng Zheng again: "Go, let's pick the best blooming peony."

It is rare for Feng Zheng to stand up with a smile. King Chu said to Song Jianing while helping her: "Cousin Jianing sits with your third cousin. There are so many cherries left. You can eat more. Sweet."

Song Jianing obediently hummed, and left the seat to send them off, watching the king of Chu help Feng Zheng slowly walk down the steps, Song Jianing couldn't help but laugh. The king of Chu told her to stay here, in fact, he wanted to accompany Feng Zheng to enjoy the peony alone. The husband and wife were loving, even if the king of Chu didn't mention it, Song Jianing would not follow him foolishly.

When the Chu couple walked away, Song Jianing turned around and saw the future emperor sitting alone by the stone table. He was like a beautiful, handsome and beautiful fairy. Song Jianing suddenly felt that she had really sat there. It was bothering her not to say anything, and she didn't even know. What can I chat with the future emperor, relatively speechless, it is embarrassing to think about it.

The ready-made peony grows outside, Song Jianing approached two steps and whispered: "Master, I..."

She wanted to say that she also went to help find Peony, but she only said three words, and Zhao Heng suddenly pointed to the half-eaten peony cake and asked, "How does it taste?"

Song Jianing was stunned, then swallowed the previous words back into his stomach, smiling and boasting: "It's very sweet, the lord, taste it?"

Zhao Heng nodded and took a piece from the pastry plate placed in the middle of the stone table. Seeing Song Jianing still standing there, he paused and said, "Sit down."

The prince is dead, so Song Jianing will not leave, and sit next to Zhao Heng again.

Zhao Heng was holding the peony cake in his hand. Seeing that she looked at the tabletop motionless, obviously restrained, he pointed to her peony cake and said, "Why don't you eat it?"

Song Jianing had to pick up the piece of peony cake and ate it with small bites, her red mouth full and moist.

Zhao Heng looked at her and casually took a bite of his own. It was very sweet, but he didn't like it very much. Putting down the peony cake, Zhao Heng reached for the cherries. The cherries were all red, but the color was dark and light. Zhao Heng picked six dark red ones in a row. When he closed his hand, he turned and placed three in front of Song Jianing. : "Try it."

She just ate a sour one, and never ate it again.

The future emperor was so considerate. Song Jianing thanked him flatteredly. She looked at the round red cherries in front of her. She picked up one and put it in her mouth, and then gently bit it. It was sweet, but slightly sour was more delicious. The corners of Song Jianing's lips rose, and his heart sweetened with the cherries after a year of absence.

"Sweet?" Zhao Heng asked in a low voice, rolling his throat.

Song Jianing glanced at him, immediately retracted his gaze, and said with a smile: "Well, thank you, Lord."

She was smiling, but Zhao Heng frowned. Since the last time she brought her brother to the palace to fetch a kite, Zhao Heng has felt that she hasn’t seen him for a year. This fat girl who once liked him seems to have weakened him a lot. Guessing lantern riddles with him and jumping for joy. At the age of thirteen, she has become a big girl. Could it be that she has really grown up and can finally tell what she likes? Because I don’t like him, I don’t...

The cherries in his mouth suddenly lost its taste, and the clouds in the man's eyes seemed to thicken all the year round.

After eating three cherries, Song Jianing glanced at the man next to him. Suddenly, he found that Lord Shou's face was gloomy and the corners of his lips were pressed tightly, just like the sky suddenly covered with clouds, looking scary. Song Jianing's heart shrank, trying to recall his words and deeds just now, as if he didn't offend him, right?

Next to a dragon that was inexplicably unhappy, Song Jianing was sitting on pins and felt, listening to the pleasant voice of the king of Chu in the distance, Song Jianing clenched his fingers, and said courageously: "Master, the peony in the garden is blooming just right. Would you like to appreciate it first? ?"

Zhao Heng gave her a faint glance: "Do you want to see?"

Song Jianing wanted him to enjoy the flowers, but as long as the two were not together, she would do the same. So she nodded and cleverly found an excuse: "The peonies in the Guogong Mansion haven't bloomed yet."

A trace of doubt flashed through Zhao Heng's eyes. She wanted to appreciate the peony, and she asked him if she wanted to. Is she wanting to invite him to share it? If so, then she treats him...

Zhao Heng frowned and stood up and said, "Let's go."

Song Jianing opened her mouth in shock. Why did she listen to the future emperor's meaning, as if she was asking her to enjoy the flowers together? As soon as he thought of it, he saw the man looking sideways, as if urging, Song Jianing had no time to think about anything at once, and he stepped out, moving so fast, and faintly couldn't wait.

The unhappiness in Zhao Heng's heart was swept away, and she led her out. A pebble path came in outside the pavilion, and one was winding out. Zhao Heng chose the opposite road to the Chu couple. Feng Zheng saw him in the distance, slightly surprised, and immediately thought that King Chu called Song Jianing's cousin, that Song Jianing and King Shou were cousins, and it was no big deal to enjoy the flowers together.

Song Jianing followed Zhao Heng and slowly reacted. Wang Shou must have misunderstood that she wanted to see flowers and came with her.

Looking at the tall figure of the man in front, Song Jianing felt infinitely emotional. The future emperor is so considerate. In fact, it doesn't matter if she rewards herself. I figured it out, anyway, there was nothing to talk about, and Wang Shou didn't seem to have the intention of talking with her, Song Jianing really appreciated the peony. Looking at one side, she walked slowly, unknowingly a few steps away from Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng looked back and saw her standing in front of a Wei Zi with her hands on her knees, looking attentively.

Zhao Heng moved his eyes slightly and walked back slowly.

Song Jianing didn't realize it. After reading this Wei Zi, she turned and slammed into the man's arms unexpectedly. Song Jianing exclaimed and was about to retreat, but the man wrapped her waist with one hand and hooked her into his arms. With the unfamiliar breath and the familiar feeling of squeezing, Song Jianing blushed uncontrollably, and instinctively supported his chest with both hands to avoid leaning tighter, and hurriedly explained: "I'm fine..."

She really didn't need him to support her, she stood steady.

"There are flowers behind." Zhao Heng lowered his head, looking at her blushing face, while speaking, he put his arms around her waist and turned her to the other side, and then withdrew his hand casually.

Song Jianing blushed even more after hearing his words. It turned out that this person was not worried that she had fallen, but that she had stepped on Peony while avoiding.

It’s just that the two of them got too close just now. The squeezing of the body and the body made her feel flustered. She quickly looked at the distance and saw Duke Fu and Duke Kang just walking here. Song Jianing thanked him and said, "The prince, the two dads. Come back, let's go first."

"Good." Zhao Heng said calmly.

Song Jianing turned sideways and asked him to go first, Zhao Heng walked away indifferently.

Song Jianing bit her lip in a complicated mood. At this moment, everyone didn't wear thick clothes. She felt that it was quite obvious. I wonder if Shouwang noticed her abnormality. As a woman who served Israel for seven years in her previous life, what Song Jianing feared most in her life was to be stared at again because of her beautiful body...

However, when Zhao Heng began to paint, watching the future emperor's focused and clear profile, watching him splashing ink and painting peonies on rice paper, Song Jianing's chaotic mood slowly settled. What are you thinking about randomly? In the last life, the Shou Wang had no wives and concubines at the age of 30, which shows that he was a prince who was not close to a woman. How could he have such thoughts just because he hugged her? It's not Guo Xiao...

Just thinking of Guo Xiao, there was a sound of footsteps outside the Peony Garden. Song Jianing looked up and saw a man in charge of dressing up.

King Chu and Feng Zheng also looked over, and only Zhao Heng continued to paint the peony.

Not wanting to disturb his younger brother, King Chu walked away for a while. After listening to the steward's reply, he turned back and whispered to Song Jianing, "Your eldest brother is here to pick you up."

Song Jianing was surprised, and Zhao Heng, who was stopped and tilted his head, looked at him.

The two men thought about each other. Feng Zheng smiled and said, "Invite the elder son in first, and your Royal Highness will soon finish the drawing." Wang Shou painted so well. As a sister-in-law, Feng Zheng is proud of him. His Royal Highness's talent, don't underestimate him because of his mouth problems.

When the king of Chu heard the words, his heart shook. My younger brother usually paints and he doesn’t even show it to him. Today, their husband and wife are in the light of Song Jianing. What is Guo Xiao, how can the third brother...

King Chu looked at his brother.

Zhao Heng happened to miss the latest stroke, and with a stroke of the pen, the peony that was about to be completed was ruined.

"Just laughed." Zhao Heng put down his paintbrush, his brows were calm, and he didn't see any shame in public.

Seeing Father Fu stepped forward and accepted the broken picture, Feng Zheng was very sorry.

Song Jianing's heart was no longer on the peony picture. She looked at the direction of the main entrance of the Royal Palace of Chu, but still did not understand why Guo Xiao came?

In front of the main gate of the Chu Royal Mansion, Guo Xiao stood in a dark robe solemnly, thinking that his stepsister and King Shou were both coming to the mansion today and might be together at this time, Guo Xiao secretly clenched his fist.

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