National Beauty

Zhao Heng didn't talk with Guo Boyan. He didn't remember that he had chatted with others. He talked too much with his elder brother and her, basically just one question and one answer. He had been playing chess with Guo Boyan just now in the Guogong Mansion. Guo Boyan let him deliberately, and he also placed his moves at will without paying attention, just to pass the time.

"Play chess." He said truthfully.

Song Jianing was stunned, and then smiled bitterly in her heart. She shouldn't ask such stupid questions. Does Wang Shou seem to be a person who can talk about family affairs with her stepfather?

Since there was nothing wrong with him, Song Jianing approached him a little bit and whispered quietly: "Mother asked me if I slept like at home in the past two days. I told the truth, she gave me a meal and told me to have one. The princess looks like she can no longer sleep in, and said that it is my blessing to be able to marry the prince, and I want me to take care of the prince."

After speaking, raise his head and observe his expression.

Her cheeks were reddish and her apricot eyes were moist, as if she was expecting something. Zhao Heng looked at her for a moment and said, "You can sleep."

I have enough energy during the day, and I have energy to accompany him at night.

Song Jianing didn't see any emotion in his face, but she just casually asked for a chat. He actually told her seriously that she could sleep in. Song Jianing couldn't hold back a smile, and then cast his eyes down in time to cover up: "The prince is so kind to me. ."

Zhao Heng looked at her shy little appearance, but felt that she was too easy to be satisfied, and there was not much he could give her.

Yesterday, the two were separated and rested. Today, there is no reason to exception. Zhao Heng stopped in the front yard, and Song Jianing led the twins back to the back yard. Song Jianing felt normal for the separation of the bed and rest. If he came to accompany her, the maids might have to misunderstand what bad things the two did.

The king of longevity was not the prince who proclaimed adultery in the day.

Shu Comfortable slept for half an hour and woke up, Song Jianing lay on the bed, silently calculating for a while, she asked Shuang'er to come in and ordered a few words. Shuang'er went out, and Liu'er served Song Jianing to wash and dress. Song Jianing changed into a begonia-colored jacket and put on an embroidered white Luo skirt underneath. Shuang'er came back from the kitchen with a food box in his hand.

Song Jianing walked to the front yard with the food box in his hand, and saw Father Fu waiting outside the study.

"The princess is here to see the prince?" Father Fu also found the princess dressed as a begonia flower, and immediately greeted him with a smile, and greeted him several steps forward.

Song Jianing glanced at the study window and asked softly: "Is the prince busy?"

Father Fu slandered, what are you busy, 80% is reading, but Father Fu is no longer worried that the prince reads books as a god, because he knows that the prince has moved his heart, and it will not work to read books for a hundred years. He ridiculed the master in his heart, but Father Fu didn't show it on his face. He smiled and said, "The prince is reading."

Song Jianing nodded and let Shuang'er wait outside. She walked in alone, and Father Fu led the way, and helped her pick the curtain twice. When the princess entered, he wisely guarded outside.

In the study, Zhao Heng sat cross-legged on the warm couch with a red sandalwood low table in front of him. He raised his eyebrows slightly when she saw her coming in with a food box.

This is the first time Song Jianing has taken the initiative to approach him without being called by the prince. It is inevitable that she is nervous and looks unnatural. Fortunately, she is beautiful, smiling stiff and good-looking, and her soft voice speaks directly to people's hearts: "The prince studies hard. I asked the kitchen to cook white fungus and pear soup to moisturize the lungs and clear dryness. Would you like it?

Zhao Heng put the book of war in his hand to the south and responded with actions.

Song Jianing was overjoyed, smiled and put the food box on the couch, opened the lid, took out a white porcelain soup bowl with the lid on the tray, and carefully placed it on the table top. The lid was lifted, and the sweet scent of white fungus and snow pear drifted out along with the white mist. In the white porcelain bowl, the snow pear was cut into cherry-sized cubes like white fungus petals, and a few bright red goji berries were dotted on it.

Zhao Heng's Adam's apple rolled quickly when she lowered her head to take the spoon.

Song Jianing handed him the spoon and reminded softly: "It may be a little hot after it has just been cooked. You can eat it slowly."

Zhao Heng took the spoon and was about to scoop a spoonful. Seeing her standing on the ground respectfully, he paused and said, "Come up."

It's cold in winter.

Song Jianing smiled and took off her shoes, and looked across the three sides of the empty low table. Thinking back to her mother's words, she cheeky and squeezed aside with King Shou, sitting on her knees, looking at him expectantly. It was the first time that Zhao Heng was staring at the meal at such a close distance. He glanced at her and took a spoonful of soup calmly, held it to his mouth, paused, and continued to deliver it to his mouth.

It was a little hot, he just touched a point and immediately put down the spoon, deliberately enduring it without frowning.

Song Jianing panicked. In fact, she reminded her that it might be hot, and that the prince should blow before using it. How could she be so careless. But she didn't dare to say this, watching him put her hand down, she immediately moved the soup bowl to her side, scooped half a spoon, pursed her lips and blew it a few times, making sure it was not hot, and then took the spoon , Holding the veil in one hand, leaning toward him, softly said: "Taste the prince again."

Because he often fed his younger brother before getting married, Song Jianing made this move naturally.

Zhao Heng no longer remembers when she was fed the food last time. Seeing her look serious and staring at his lips with apricot eyes, Zhao Heng frowned imperceptibly and opened his mouth stiffly. Song Jianing fed a spoonful of white fungus soup into his mouth, raised his eyes, waiting to see his expression. Zhao Heng swallowed, still a faint sweetness in his mouth.

He nodded.

Song Jianing laughed and continued to serve him. Zhao Heng drank two consecutive sips. He was really not used to being served by her and persuaded, "You eat too."

Song Jianing was startled, subconsciously looking at the spoon in her hand, she only served a bowl and only brought a spoon.

I kissed her, how could Zhao Heng dislike her and said, "It's okay."

The hospitality was difficult, Song Jianing took a sip, it was sweet, not as hot as just now, it was just right to drink. She put the bowl back on his side and said with a smile: "It's not hot anymore, the prince eat more."

This was her heart, Zhao Heng ate most of the remaining bowl.

Song Jianing was about to go around to pack the food box, Zhao Heng grabbed her arm and rang the bell with his left hand. After hearing the sound, Mr. Fu arrived and saw the situation in the house without the master's order. He quickly packed up the soup bowl and went down with the food box.

Song Jianing was here to show his diligence, and now his diligence was eaten into his stomach by the prince, and the study suddenly quieted down. Song Jianing suddenly didn't know what to say. She caught a glimpse of the military book next to her. She asked casually: "The prince also knows the art of war?" After the accident, Song Jianing looked at her man with admiration. Be the emperor.

She looked at him, as if he was a master of warfare who wrote books, Zhao Hengqian said, "It's just a simple reading."

Song Jianing didn't believe it. He cast his eyes on the rows of bookshelves on the ground and moved in his heart, and asked him in a low voice, "Master, can I go and read a book?" He didn't like to talk, so she accompanied him to read the book and waited for him to look tired. Now, she will find something to say.

Zhao Heng nodded.

Song Jianing happily went to put on shoes, but unexpectedly he followed her to the ground. There were several rows of bookshelves. Song Jianing began to pick from the first row. He glanced over the books, but saw that they were all sub-collections of classics and history, many of which she had never heard of. After all, Song Jianing had read for the elders for girls. The selected ones are taught to be the main character of women.

She was dazzled, as if she broke into the boundless sea of ​​books, Zhao Heng thought for a while and helped her get a copy of "Historical Records": "Look."

Song Jianing took the book and went back to the couch with him.

This time she sat across from Zhao Heng and looked down at the book. Song Jianing was playful and active when she was young. Later, her family changed. Various experiences just changed her temper, and she could calm down quickly when she did anything. She read carefully, but Zhao Heng couldn't get in anymore. He looked up at her, with a fleshy face, his eyes down, and he looked even more obedient.

She was so quiet, Zhao Heng gradually recovered his indifference, and he focused on his military books.

There are only a few pens in the military books, but they can write the grandeur and thrills of the battlefield. Zhao Heng was immersed in it. After some time, he was suddenly startled by a muffled noise. When he looked up, she was actually lying on the table and fell asleep, with her head resting on her arm. . Zhao Heng watched silently, making sure that she would not wake up in a short time, he got up helplessly, first laid the pillows, and then went around to hug her.

The couch was very warm, Song Jianing lay on her side, her cheeks rosy, like ripe peaches.

Zhao Heng held her shoulders, slowly let her lean against him, and then held her legs bent, she mumbled vaguely, turned her head and dived into his arms, delicately like a cat. Zhao Heng didn't move for a while, and when she was asleep again, he hugged her and walked to the east, slowly laid her down, with a pillow on her head.

Song Jianing knew nothing.

Zhao Heng helped her cover the quilt, looked at her for a while, turned around, and prepared to read the military book. But the broad and profound words in the book suddenly became plain, Zhao Heng recognized those words, but could no longer understand the meaning, and the more he read, the more sleepy he felt. Is that bowl of sweet soup too greasy?

Zhao Heng wanted to suppress the sleepiness, but the more deliberate he was, the more irritable he became.

No matter, reading this way will get twice the result with half the effort, it is better not to read.

Putting down the scroll, Zhao Heng took off his robe, opened the quilt and hugged her to sleep together. However, sitting sleepy, lying down and unable to fall asleep, looking at her flushed face, cherry lips, clearly more attractive than the bowl of white fungus and snow pear soup. Zhao Heng didn't want to force himself anymore, he leaned on her side and held her mouth gently.

It seems to have a faint sweet smell of white fungus.

Zhao Heng increased his strength.

Song Jianing was soon awakened by him. He opened his eyes, and the warm couch next to the window was full of light, and his fair and handsome face was close to his eyes. Song Jianing was stunned for a moment, glanced at the low table next to him, and gradually understood what had happened. She was a little upset, why did she fall asleep looking at it? As soon as the thought came up, he put his big hand in under her jacket.

Song Jianing no longer has time to be distracted, humming lowly.

"Don't call." Zhao Heng raised his head and said dumbly.

Song Jianing looked at him innocently, she didn't want to make a noise, but she couldn't control the prince like this.

Zhao Heng had to change his words: "Keep your voice down."

Song Jianing nodded obediently.

To be cautious, Zhao Heng put all the quilts on the heads of the two of them. Even when Father Fu came in now, he could only see a wave of wavy quilts, and nothing else.

The author has something to say: Zhao Heng: You are a little fairy.

Jianing: Obviously you are not serious.

Shuang'er: Hey, are the princes and concubines discussing Dharma?

Fu Gonggong: Obviously, he is acting as a Taoist priest to cast a demon.