National Beauty

Sure enough, King Shou did not come to the backyard at night.

Song Jianing lay on the bed, silently guessing if something happened in the palace, but she lay down while she was pregnant and fell asleep. Next door to the Weiguo Palace, after Lin coaxed Brother Mao back, he saw Guo Boyan sitting on the bed with his chest naked, with a pair of long and narrow eyes staring at the dressing table diagonally opposite her, as if worrying about something.

"Anything to worry about?" Lin walked to the man and asked softly.

Guo Boyan looked at his wife, sighed, pulled Lin into his arms, and whispered the affairs of the court today. Yu Gong, he agreed with King Shou's words that the damage to King Shou's face had nothing to do with him, but the emperor insisted on going his own way. Yu Si, Shouwang is his son-in-law. Shouwang was swept away by the emperor, and he was calm in the palace. It will happen when he returns to the palace. Will his honest daughter be wronged?

When Lin heard this, he broke free from his arms and said angrily: "How about the emperor..."

Without finishing speaking, Guo Boyan covered his mouth.

Lin's beautiful eyes stared at her husband, and it took a long time to swallow the anger. A son-in-law and half a son, although she did not dare to treat King Shou as a son, King Shou was considerate to her daughter. Lin liked this son-in-law. How could he think that Emperor Xuande was so ruthless and humiliated her in front of the civil and military officials. son in law?

The anger was first, and when the anger was over, Lin thought of the predicament that her daughter might face, and immediately became restless.

Guo Boyan comforted her: "An An is pregnant, and the prince should not anger her."

Lin did not worry that King Shou would bully his daughter. Based on the protection of King Shou's daughter when Hu and his wife entered Beijing last year, Lin knew that King Shou was a real gentleman. What Lin cares about is that now that King Shou has been wronged, he will definitely not take the initiative to tell his daughter about the matter. The daughter has been kept in the dark and cannot comfort King Shou in time. With such a big grievance, the prince himself is holding it in his heart, what should I do if he is hurt?

"Tomorrow, I will send a letter to An An?" Lin whispered to discuss with her husband.

Guo Boyan shook his head: "You send someone over, and then calm down and appease the prince. You are telling the prince that you also know about this, and the prince is not happy." Even if this matter is destined to make everyone in the capital known, Guo Boyan believes that the king of life I certainly would not want to hear the fact that others are talking about him.

Lin knew it at one point, and said anxiously: "Then what should I do?"

Guo Boyan patted her hand and sighed: "In a few days, this matter will definitely spread all over the streets and alleys. The servants of the palace will go out on errands and hear a few words, they will naturally spread to An'an." There is no shortage of talkative people among them, and King Shou was reprimanded by the emperor and couldn't help it.

Lin glanced to the east, her eyebrows furrowed, even if her daughter heard the wind, does that silly girl know how to comfort the wronged King Shou?

"Three days later, the emperor's imperial conquest, I also want to travel with him." Guo Boyan suddenly said as he watched his wife pounce on his married daughter.

Lin was shocked, and half of his heart immediately returned to her husband.

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In the palace of Shou Wang, Zhao Heng did not set foot in the backyard for two consecutive days. After returning to the palace, he went to the study and stayed alone without sending a message to the backyard. Song Jianing guessed that his prince must have something serious, and asked Liu Xi to inquire secretly. Zong Ze and Father Fu didn't take the initiative to deliver the letter to him. It must be inconvenient to say that Liu Xi asked the rough eunuchs in the backyard to pay close attention to all kinds of news and immediately tell him what they found.

Another day later, a little **** who was out for procurement secretly said something to Liu Xi.

Liu Xi was shocked and immediately reported to the princess.

Song Jianing was shocked to drop the scroll in her hand, imagining the situation where her prince was reprimanded by the emperor in public. Tears suddenly rolled in her eyes, distressed for him, and wronged for him. The prince has always talked little, and it’s okay that other people would tell him that he would easily refuse to speak. He said so much in the courtroom, there must be his reason, that is, the emperor’s private reprimand is, how can he... …

No wonder the prince did not come to the backyard. When she was disgusted by Lu Zhen, she felt ashamed. She wanted to stay alone for the rest of her life, and it was best not to stay with the maids by her side.

Song Jianing can fully understand the feelings of the prince now.

But what can she do?

Song Jianing looked out the window, in a daze. She once disliked that she was fat, so she got out of the breast wrap, and the prince praised her as the third sister of the jewellery damage, and she became happy. But she was happy because he was the prince, the future emperor, and the emperor praised her for being good, then she must be really good. Now, the other way round, she praised the prince fiercely, and it was impossible to offset the grievance that Emperor Xuande brought to the prince.

In other words, the road to praise the prince is unworkable. In the final analysis, the prince’s ailments are more untouchable than her fatness.

Since you can't persuade the prince not to care about his ailments, then try to make the prince happy? When I am in a good mood, I will feel a lot easier when I think about unhappy things.

How can she coax the prince?

Song Jianing touched her slightly bulged belly, suddenly thinking about it.

In the evening, Zhao Heng returned to the house, changed clothes in the interior, and went to the study without saying a word. Duke Fu stood outside the study, thinking that the prince hadn't said a word since the court was reprimanded that day, and he was silently like a cold jade in the shape of a human. Duke Fu felt distressed. The prince didn't easily speak in front of people. At that time, he said a series of four words in one breath, all for the court's court, a heart of innocence, but the emperor poured a bucket of cold water.

"Subordinates pay homage to the princess."

Suddenly Zong Ze's voice came from outside, and Father Fu's eyes lit up. If you want to say who is most likely to make the prince show up again, it is the princess. As if a drowning man had encountered a savior, Father Fu hurried out with ease. He saw the princess wearing a light pink coat outside the door. Father Fu was like seeing a watery lotus on a hot day, and his heart followed. Feel comfortable.

"The princess is here." Duke Fu whispered, his eyes secretly observing the princess's expression. It's not that he didn't want to report the letter. It was because the prince was too angry. For the first time, Father Fu was afraid that the princess would not coax him and would be angered by the prince in vain.

Father Fu was nervous and careful. Song Jianing looked at the study window and smiled in the usual tone, "I have something to ask the prince. Is the prince busy?"

"Wang Hao, wait a minute, I'll go and ask." This time, Father Fu did not dare to invite the princess in directly. He stepped back and bowed his head into the study room. Seeing the prince holding a scroll and looking down at the book, as if he hadn't heard anything, Mr. Fu asked in a lower voice: "The prince, the princess is waiting outside the door."

Zhao Heng looked at the door, and dropped again. After a while, he put the book on the table and picked up the tea bowl.

Father Fu understands, go out and ask the princess to come in.

Song Jianing sighed lightly, there was no sound inside, she was really afraid that the prince would not see her.

Father Fu sent her to the door, he stopped waiting outside, and raised the curtain for the princess. Song Jianing lowered her head to enter, looked up, and saw her Shou Wangye sitting behind the desk, wearing an ink-colored robe, with a cold expression instead of the indifference she was familiar with. Seeing his eyes cast on the picture scroll in her hand, Song Jianing smiled slightly and said softly as he walked towards him: "Master, I suddenly wanted to learn painting in the past two days. I painted a picture this morning. I feel quite satisfied. The prince can help me comment?"

Zhao Heng stared at her a few times and nodded.

Song Jianing smiled shyly, walked to him, and unfolded the picture little by little. Before the painting was revealed, her white, delicate fingers twisted silently, and it became a scene. Looking up involuntarily along her little hand, Zhao Heng saw her white and tender wrist again, and on his left wrist was the blood jade bracelet he gave last year.

Her hand was moving, and the bracelet swayed. Zhao Heng looked at the bracelet, a little distracted. She really likes this bracelet. She never leaves her body at night or day. When she hugs him at night, the bracelet rubs down along his back... With the thoughts, Zhao Heng can't stop it anymore. It was a crazy lingering countless number of times. After more than three months of bodywork, he was about to move in an instant.

Just a bracelet...

The last time she came to the study and gave a soup, he couldn't help but lose control. This woman couldn't set foot in his study at all.

Song Jianing had already started the painting and found that he had closed his eyes for some reason. She carefully remained silent, but the man kept closed. She had seen it but did not speak, which seemed to reveal that she already knew about him. With thoughts flying around, Song Jianing looked at her paintings, bit her lip, and then asked annoyedly: "The prince closed his eyes. Did I paint too ugly?"

Zhao Heng was suppressing the sudden desire, opened his eyes when he heard the words, looked down, and saw her paintings. On the pale yellow rice paper is a lotus picture. The lotus painting skills are ordinary. At this time, Zhao Heng has no interest in commenting. On the contrary, the three carps under the lotus leaf are inadequate, but they are a bit clever. Zhao Heng focused on these three fish, and soon discovered that these three fish should be a family of three, two large and one small. Among the big fish, one is slender and the other is much shorter and chubby...like her.

Since the little fat fish is like her, is that slender...

Zhao Heng went to look at the fish that he suspected of being next to him. After looking for a while, he moved his eyes to the little fish. Seeing that she had drawn the little fish fat, a scene suddenly appeared in Zhao Heng's mind: she was sitting at the desk. Next to the child telling the "Historical Records", the big cheeks are meaty, and the small one looks exactly like her mother...If she is really like her, it should be her daughter.

Song Jianing stood aside and watched him secretly. Seeing that the layer of frost on Wang Yejun’s face gradually melted, he returned to his usual indifference, and even more peaceful, Song Jianing felt that his painting should be the right one. , Asked in a low voice: "Master, how is my painting?"

Zhao Heng looked up and met her watery apricot eyes full of expectation, he said solemnly: "Ugly."

...This is also merciless.

Song Jianing pursed her mouth unconsciously, knowing how much rice paper she had spent on painting for a long time before she drew a picture that could be taken out. She worked hard to please him, but only got a cold "ugly".

"Thank you for your advice, I will continue to practice." Song Jianing smiled happily, reaching out to put the painting away.

Zhao Heng put away the picture in advance and inserted it in the blue and white porcelain painting jar aside.

Song Jianing opened his mouth blankly.

"Grinding." Zhao Heng ordered.

Guessing that he was going to teach her to paint, Song Jianing was overjoyed, and she got busy like a little maid. Perceiving the man looking at her, Song Jianing turned her head and looked at him. She smiled contentedly. The sweet and simple smile was like a ray of spring breeze, which blew away the cold that had been hovering in Zhao Heng's heart for many days.

He knew what kind of person his father was, but he couldn't choose to protect himself by knowing that the timing of the Northern Expedition was wrong, so Zhao Heng did not regret what he did that day. He just...

"Master, it's alright."

The familiar voice interrupted his thoughts, and Zhao Heng smiled as he looked at the easiest little princess around him.

He can't change his father's decision, but at least, he can point his little princess, she has a talent for painting fish, as long as she persists in practicing, in time, maybe she can leave a few calligraphy, which will be passed down through the ages.