National Beauty

For dinner, Song Jianing used purple potato porridge. The rice was rotten, so there was no need to bite. The purple potato was soft and sweet. Song Jianing took a small porcelain spoon and ate slowly one bite at a time. He ate a small bowl and was full.

"I've eaten it all." At the dinner table, Zhao Heng took the initiative to talk to her for the first time.

Song Jianing was quite surprised, remembering that he wanted her to eat more, she obediently picked up the spoon, but when she saw the porridge in the bowl, she suddenly became nauseous, and turned her head to the side in time, and her blushing face turned pale.

Zhao Heng was so shocked that he put down his chopsticks and was about to go to help her. On the side of the pair, they mustered the courage to explain: "The prince, the doctor said that the princess has just regained her appetite and can eat as much as she can. You don't have to force it. His appetite will definitely improve, and beware of the princess overeating."

Song Jianing suppressed the nausea, and nodded at him, but her little hand was still holding the spoon, as if he did not agree, she would endure the discomfort and continue to eat.

Zhao Heng is worried that she deliberately eats less in order to stay thin. Since it is unwell, he will naturally not force him to even use his own. He walked over to help her and held her hand: "Go for a walk?" Chun Nuan The flowers are blooming and it's getting late, and the sun is just right outside at this time, so there is no need to worry about her being cold.

Song Jianing nodded.

The two of them didn't go far, and took a walk in the yard. Two begonias were planted in the yard. The flower bones are red, and when they bloom, they are white and pink. The two stopped under the tree. Song Jianing looked up at the flowers and said with a smile: "The garden is better open. There is a red begonia by the pool. It's a pity that you have to go around the mountain to get a closer look. They won't let it go. I climb the mountain."

She had only been pregnant for two months, her stomach was flat, and it didn't affect her walking at all. However, the maids discouraged her because she was worried that she had fallen, so Song Jianing was only regretful and did not mean to blame the maids.

Zhao Heng only started working in the Imperial Academy last year. Before that, he had lived in the palace and knew his garden well. Song Jianing knew which crabapple it was as soon as he said it. After all, it was the scene he set up himself. Hearing the regret in her words, Zhao Heng shook her hand and said, "I will accompany you to watch it in the next ten days."

Song Jianing looked at him in surprise, her apricot eyes illuminated by the afterglow of the setting sun, shining like lake water.

Pregnant and lethargic, Zhao Hengxun was still sleepy on this day, and Zhao Heng rarely got up to practice martial arts, turned over and lay on his side, silently looking at his little princess. She has eaten more in the past two days, and she hasn’t vomited much, but her thin face has not gotten back. She promised to eat well. In fact, she is still satisfied with her current figure. Before going to bed at night, she went through the full-length mirror. It's too stinky to look at it secretly.

Zhao Heng felt that as long as she didn't deliberately starve, he would follow her even if she kept getting thinner.

After sleeping three rods in the sun, Song Jianing woke up, opened his eyes, and saw the prince leaning on one side to read a book, wearing a shirt.

Song Jianing looked outside, bright, and sat up in surprise: "Did the prince have breakfast?" Wouldn't he be waiting for her?

Zhao Heng put down the book, looked at her and said, "Use it together."

Are you really waiting for her? Song Jianing was surprised, happy and guilty, and hurriedly asked the maids to come in and serve. After the meal, Zhao Heng wanted to take her to the garden to admire the crabapples. He did not ask the maids to follow, but only brought Father Fu. Before walking around the pool, Song Jianing saw a small boat parked by the pool from a distance. Song Jianing suddenly realized that she could not climb the mountain. She could go by boat. Why didn't she expect it?

"The prince is really smart." Song Jianing praised sincerely.

Zhao Heng smiled faintly.

When he reached the shore, Father Fu got on the boat first, Zhao Heng took Song Jianing's small hand and stepped up, and then helped her to sit down slowly. Seeing that the masters were all seated, Father Fu started to punt the boat. This section of the pool was not wide enough to accommodate three small boats in a row, so Father Fu did not support a few times before the boat arrived on the other side.

Zhao Heng helped his princess go ashore again.

Knowing that the masters were going to enjoy the flowers here, Father Fu held a small boat around the corner, waiting for instructions in a place where the master could not see.

Under the begonia tree, Mr. Fu prepared it in advance. There was a layer of bamboo mat on the ground, and a square pinewood table was placed on the mat. The four treasures of the study, tea, water and cakes were all available, adding a touch of elegance to the tranquil scenery. The warm spring light shone from the treetops, the birds chirping on the hill behind, and the palace courtyard in the distance was hidden by flowers and trees. Song Jianing looked around and suddenly felt like being in the old forest in the mountains.

"The prince's garden is so beautiful." Song Jianing sighed softly. She married in the winter month last year. Today, she truly appreciates the beauty of the Palace of Shouwang. Before that, the scenery she had the deepest impression of the Garden of the Palace of Shouwang was Baiguoyuan.

Zhao Heng followed her gaze for a while, and finally his eyes returned to her, but he felt that the flowers in this garden could not match her appearance, and the water in the garden could not match her clear eyes. Song Jianing was unaware of the gaze of the prince's father-in-law. She got her wish and walked under the crabapple tree, concentrating on the branch of crabapple in front of her.

Today, she wore a white embroidered plum blossoms, underneath was a white skirt, smiling at him and admiring the flowers.

Zhao Heng suddenly became interested in painting, and immediately took a seat next to the pinewood square table, laid out the rice paper, took another look at her, and then picked up a pen to moisten the ink.

The branches of the crabapples were luxuriant, Song Jianing slowly turned around the crabapple trees, turning her head unconsciously, and saw her prince sitting at the square table, as if painting a crabapple. Song Jianing especially wanted to go over and take a look, and was afraid to disturb him, and then look at the Haitang in front of him. Song Jianing wittily stepped back, ready to look at other scenery.

When Zhao Heng looked up, he saw that she had walked a few steps out of the crabapple tree. What he wanted to paint was a beautiful woman admiring the flowers. How can she do it after a beautiful woman is gone?

"...Jianing."

Looking at her figure, thinking of Father Fu hiding in the distance, Zhao Heng temporarily changed his words and called her name.

Song Jianing looked back suspiciously, her eyes resembling autumn water, a small smile at the corner of her mouth.

Zhao Heng suddenly lost consciousness. Seeing that she was about to turn around completely, Zhao Heng immediately said, "Don't move."

Song Jianing became stiff, half-turned body did not dare to move, so she twisted her neck to look at him in a daze. The joyful smile on her face turned into surprise, but this did not prevent Zhao Heng from painting. Her body was almost motionless, only her right hand was drawn on the drawing paper like flowing water, and her eyes were raised to look at her from time to time, and sometimes they looked down at the painting.

Song Jianing understands, the prince is painting her.

It was the first time that Song Jianing became a scene in someone else's painting. Song Jianing was happy and shy. Every time he looked over, her face became hotter. However, although he wanted to keep still and let him paint enough, after a long time, Song Jianing's twisted neck and waist became a little uncomfortable, and the neck was sore that he could bear it, but the waist...

Song Jianing didn't dare to take the child to risk, pursing his lips, and whispered: "Master, my waist is sore..."

Zhao Heng paused with the tip of his pen, looked up, and saw her looking at him pitifully, Zhao Heng smiled: "You can move."

Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief and turned around completely, wanting to see him paint.

Zhao Heng acquiesced and continued to paint his own.

Song Jianing walked up to him, sat on her knees with her skirt, kneeling slightly behind, so as not to disturb him, stretched her neck to look at the drawing paper, and saw that a begonia was already drawn on the rice paper, and a begonia was already drawn on the rice paper. Looking back, the woman only drew an outline, but had not drawn the facial features yet, but just by looking at her graceful figure, she knew that this woman must be a beauty.

The beauty is her, Song Jianing has a hot face, and secretly delighted in her heart. Fortunately, she is thinner, otherwise the paintings drawn by the prince must not be as good as they are now. Looking away from the drawing paper, Song Jianing could not help but quietly look at his husband. He is a prince suffering from oral problems, a handsome man like a god, and such an identity is not good at pen and ink, and he is also a good son who is vying for praise by the common people. , But he is also talented, with thousands of books in mind, and his calligraphy and painting are comparable to ancient and modern great sages.

How can she be so lucky to be his princess and have children for him?

Song Jianing was stunned, until her neck became sore again, Song Jianing turned her head slightly and went to look at the painting again, only to see that King Shou had just finished the last stroke, and she looked back and smiled, as if shocked and ashamed. , As if meeting with the sweetheart under the begonia tree, the other party has not arrived yet, she was disappointed and ready to leave. Suddenly, she heard someone calling her behind her. She turned her head and saw the moment of the sweetheart's expression.

Song Jianing's face is getting hotter. Was she the same look in her eyes just now? She didn't even know.

"How?" Zhao Heng had already put down the paintbrush, and when she saw her blushing, he asked softly.

Song Jianing subconsciously boasted: "It looks good, the prince's painting is really good." After finishing speaking, she suddenly felt that she was praised for her good looks. Song Jianing quickly blushed and explained: "No, I, I mean the king's begonia flower It’s beautiful!"

Hearing this, Zhao Heng glanced at the beauty picture on the table, frowned and said, "Is the person bad?"

Song Jianing:...

"People are good!" After the annoyance, Song Jianing tried to remedy the situation. While praising the prince, he couldn't boast, flushing and said: "I, I mean the prince is superb. He painted me much better than the real person."

She always put herself very low, because she was born with inferiority complex, but her country is beautiful, no one in the world can match her, she dare not be proud, on the contrary, she tried to belittle herself. Looking at her blushing face, Zhao Heng stretched out his hand to hug the person on his lap, buried him in her ear and said, "The color of An'an, Baihua is ashamed."

Song Jianing's ears were about to be familiar with his exaggerated words. She turned her head in shame. Looking at the beautiful picture, she felt that she in the painting is really beautiful... But Song Jianing is not a person who is used to boasting. After fluttering for a while, she still attributed the credit to King Shou, and to his superb painting skills.

"Master, can this painting be given to me?" Song Jianing asked softly. She might have been thinner like this once in her life. When she gets older, she will definitely turn back to the original fat princess, or even fatter. Song Jianing wants to keep this painting, secretly stinking when there is no one.

Zhao Heng raised his head.

Song Jianing looked at him expectantly, his apricot eyes, like water, could not be drawn in any way.

Zhao Hengxi calligraphy and painting, but he has never left the habit, no matter how proud he is, the calligraphy and painting will eventually be destroyed.

As for this picture...

Zhao Heng tilted his head, facing the girl in the painting who turned back and smiled at him, Zhao Heng also smiled, holding her hand and saying, "Okay."