National Beauty

Zhao Heng then got into the carriage, and when he came in, he saw Song Jianing sitting on the right side of the seat, occupying only a small space, and leaving the rest for him.

Zhao Heng sat in the middle position, leaving her room for movement around the palm of her hand.

"Thank you, prince." Song Jianing glanced at his clothes, inaudible.

"It hurts?" Zhao Heng looked at her sideways.

Song Jianing blushed even more, and hummed softly. Last night he asked it three or four times. She can’t remember clearly. She only knows that she is less comfortable. Most of the time she endures it. Fortunately, she endures willingly, especially when she is holding his waist, even if she suffers physically. , But I am extremely satisfied, because it is a serious husband and wife, because this strong and strong man will treat her as a wife to protect.

Zhao Heng believed it now. She was still ashamed to see her being wronged. She didn't mean to blame him, as if she wouldn't be angry at anything he did. Zhao Heng was silent for a moment and whispered: "Last night, I Lost." He can't remember what happened last night, he just remembers an impulse, wanting to be buried with her forever.

Song Jianing shook his head quickly, lowered his head, and his ears were hot: "Don't blame the lord." I blame the four pieces of venison, Guo Xiao in his previous life...

As soon as that stern face broke into his mind, Song Jianing stopped immediately, unwilling to recall the matter of the bed with others.

"Come back and get medicine." Zhao Heng said.

Medicine...

Song Jianing awkwardly tilted his head to the left, clutching the veil with a small hand.

The carriage set off, the man stopped talking, the carriage was quiet, and the sound of regular horseshoes made people fall asleep inexplicably. Song Jianing did a lot of work last night and slept less. At this moment, she became sleepy uncontrollably, and the carriage abducted from the street of Shouwangfu. She covered her face and secretly yawned twice, making the corners of her eyes crying. .

Zhao Heng glanced at her neat hair bun and moved his eyes out of the window.

Two quarters later, the carriage stopped in front of the palace gate. Song Jianing finally yawned. Just after putting down his hand, a tea bowl was suddenly handed over by the side, and the tea inside was still steaming. Song Jianing raised her head in surprise, revealing a pair of apricot eyes glowing with water, and a light layer of powder on her face, but she couldn't hide the red threads in her eyes.

"Pure God." He said.

Song Jianing smiled embarrassedly, took the tea bowl with both hands, looked down and drank, the cherry-like rosy lips pressed against the white jade tea bowl, the two extremely moving colors naturally matched incomparably, such as the red plum and Aoxue, but without the harshness of the winter. And there is a kind of tenderness that touches the heartstrings, like the softness of her bones.

Zhao Heng turned around and poured himself a bowl.

The couple drank half a bowl of tea before they got out of the car. As soon as the cold wind blew, Song Jianing woke up immediately, followed him for a long period of time, and finally came outside the Chongzheng Palace. At this time, it was three poles in the sun. Although there was no need to go to the morning court, Emperor Xuande came here early in the morning to review the memorials. Knowing that a couple of newcomers had arrived, he put down his imperial pen and took time to rest.

"Father." Zhao Heng said calmly when he stopped at the desk.

"Father." Song Jianing also tried to call out calmly. He didn't expect that there would be such a day when the husband next to him would be the future emperor, and the father on the other side would be the current emperor, all of whom were noble people.

Emperor Xuande looked at the young couple silently. After marrying a daughter-in-law, the son seemed to be the same as usual. He still looked calm and gentle. If it weren't for the daughter-in-law next to her with blushing cheeks, Emperor Xuande would almost suspect that his son was fine last night. In fact, Emperor Xuande was dissatisfied with the third daughter-in-law, and felt that her reputation was flawed. But at this time, looking at her daughter-in-law's shameful beauty, he really deserved the son's "special color", so Emperor Xuande was too lazy to care about it. .

After all, beauty is rare, this girl grows up like this, she is also a blessed person who is favored by God and destined.

Empress Li taught the principle, and Emperor Xuande simply told his daughter-in-law: "From now on, you will leave the daily life of the third child. Take care of you. Don't disappoint the third child's heart for you."

"Daughter-in-law would like to follow the instructions of the emperor." Song Jianing answered sincerely.

Emperor Xuande nodded, gave the reward, and asked the young couple to go to the harem.

Emperor Xuande didn't have many heirs, and it took two or three years for the happy event to come back, so today the Central Palace is particularly lively. Queen Li sits in the middle. She is only 21 years old this year. She is undoubtedly the youngest and most beautiful among the high-ranking concubines. However, she is simple in dress, with two or three pieces of jewelry on her head, and her dress is not luxurious.

Not only was she so simple, but because Emperor Xuande didn't like luxury, these imperial concubines and even the relatives of the emperor did not dare to dress up too ostentatiously.

Empress Li is on the lower left, with three concubines Wu Guifei, Hui Concubine, and Shu Concubine who have a dragon son and dragon daughter in turn. On the right is the junior, Princess Chu, Princess Rui, and Princess Duanhui whispering to the sky. The weather was too cold, and Feng Zheng, Princess of Chu, did not bring the emperor's eldest grandson into the palace. Instead, the four-year-old Fifth Prince heard that his third brother and sisters were going to enter the palace, and stayed by his mother and queen to watch the excitement.

Empress Li loves the fifth prince very much, and because the fifth prince is young, he has not yet reached the age when strict discipline is required.

Whispering softly, the little **** passed on to the outside world, saying that it was Shou Wang and Concubine Shou Wang.

Everyone unanimously looked at the door.

The palace lady raised the curtain, and King Shou and Princess Shou stepped in successively. King Shou was dressed in a crimson round-neck robe with a slender face like a crown jade. He is well-known as the best son in Beijing. He may not be famous before the wedding, but Yesterday, the king of birthday greeted his relatives halfway around the capital, and the name of handsomeness had been passed on.

The Shou Princess, who followed closely behind, wore a big red jacket, the red dress was like layers of delicate peony petals, and a beautiful peony fairy was wrapped in the middle. The impeccable beauty was all over her body. The charming and moving style makes men coveted after seeing it, and women will have to feel jealous when they see it.

Empress Li and the three concubines are elders. There is no need to be jealous of a junior princess. Instead, they secretly thank such a beauty to marry the Shouwang. Otherwise, the emperor will be admired by the emperor, and the harem is afraid that they will no longer have their status. Of the same generation, Feng Zheng and Song Jianing are good friends in their boudoirs. The more beautiful Song Jianing is, the more favored Feng Zheng is for his sisters. Princess Rui stared at Song Jianing, who was walking towards this side, with a smile, her hands were slightly thin and terribly thin, but they were quietly clenched.

The fox Meizi Zhang who turned Rui Wang around in his own palace is also a beauty like Song Jianing, with a thin waist and chest drum. The only difference is that Song Jianing’s face is a bit fat, which slightly eases that Zimei, Zhang’s face is thin and the corners of the eyes are raised. Born with fox eyes, every time she meets, she can't wait to make people pick Zhang's eyeballs!

Because of this kind of hatred, Princess Rui looked at Song Jianing too much.

And the one who disliked Song Jianing the most in this hall was Princess Duanhui. After the two saluted Queen Li and other elders, Queen Li had just praised Song Jianing’s beauty, and Princess Duanhui looked at her brother with a bit of bitterness: " Last time I went to the third brother’s mansion to pick persimmons, I just joked about my cousin, and the third brother gave me a meal. I was still aggrieved at the time, but now I understand that the third brother had already put my cousin at ease, no wonder my cousin was always biased. ."

Song Jianing's face changed slightly. Does the meaning of Princess Duanhui's words imply that she had an affair with King Shou?

She can't make her elders misunderstand this way.

Song Jianing stared at Princess Duanhui in a daze. After a while, she remembered, and said in surprise: "It's all three years ago. The princess actually remembered it. If it weren't for you, I would have forgotten it."

She was fourteen this year, and she was only eleven three years ago. She hasn't grown her face and figure. Can Shouwang like an eleven-year-old girl?

Feng Zheng understood what the relatives meant, and just about to turn the matter into a small mess between cousins, Concubine Shu on the other side spoke first to her, and blamed Princess Duanhui: "You are so embarrassed to mention it, you The cousin has been honest since she was a child. If it were not for you to bully others, would your third brother give up his sister and go to a eccentric cousin?"

The Shou King has nothing to do with her, but Song Jianing is a girl from her family’s government office. Her daughter mocks Song Jianing's concubine Shu who will not care, but it is related to the upbringing of the Guo family girl. Concubine Shu cannot condone her daughter's mischief.

Song Jianing broke the trap in the words, and was trained by her mother again. Princess Duanhui curled her lips and turned her head and called the fifth prince: "It's boring here. Let's go. I'll take my fifth brother to play outside."

The fifth prince looked at the beautiful new wife, shook his head, and went unhappy.

Princess Duanhui lost her face again, and walked away on her own.

Seeing her daughter walking away from the back, Concubine Shu feels helpless. The 13-year-old girl is not too young, so why is she still so naive?

"Mother, son, retiring." In silence, Zhao Heng saluted Empress Li abruptly.

If the prince is rashly saying goodbye, Empress Li will definitely suspect that the other party does not respect her. Only the Shouwang is accustomed to her. Empress Li didn’t think much about it. He smiled and said: “Go, the prince is working as an errand in the imperial academy. When I opened my body, Jianing would go into the palace more when he had time, and talk with us."

Song Jianing obediently responded, and before leaving, he winked with Feng Zheng, and saw him in private another day.

As soon as he entered and exited, he went around the palace a lot, and Song Jianing became more uncomfortable underneath, frowning and white cheeks. But outside the palace gate, Zhao Heng could see that it was impossible to hug her into the car, so he could only support her arm and try not to let her exert any effort. Song Jianing knew that the moment she lifted her leg into the car, the wound was pulled, and the pain was unpredictable. She couldn't help it, and took a breath.

Zhao Heng raised her head, and she stiffly bent over to enter.

Zhao Heng stepped into the carriage, and Song Jianing sat humbly on the side as he did when he came, with moist and weak sweat coming out of the tip of his nose.

Zhao Heng sat next to her and the door curtain was lowered. He suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged her waist to support her legs, and moved the person onto his lap. Song Jianing was flattered by such intimacy. He raised his head to look at him. Before he could see the person clearly, his handsome face quickly approached, and his thin, cool lips immediately pressed her against her.

Song Jianing let out a "hmm", and the confusion and horror passed through the wide apricot eyes one after another. Shou Wang was so impatient to kiss her, wouldn't he think about it again? But, let alone in the carriage, even when she went back to the palace, she couldn't wait any longer, and it hurt like that when she lifted her leg. Song Jianing couldn't help shivering when she thought of the majesty of King Shou.

"Cold?" Zhao Heng let go of her full mouth and asked in surprise.

Song Jianing quickly glanced at him and buried him in his arms embarrassedly, with a small hand against his chest, and said like a mosquito: "Also, it hurts..."

Anyway, I have to wait until the evening. I didn't expect the elegant and elegant Shouwang to be anxious.