National Beauty

Song Jianing had just given birth. Although the sweat on his face was wiped off, the broken hair on his forehead was still damp. It was attached to the white and clean forehead, like petals after the rain, delicate and fragile. She lay there with a slight smile, Xingyan chased him away, so quiet and well-behaved, Zhao Heng was completely unable to contact her with the pain that lasted all night.

But it was this well-behaved woman who gave birth to a daughter for him.

Zhao Heng sat on the bed sideways, put his hand into the quilt, and fumbled for her soft little hand, the hand placed on the quilt, but it was not warmed by him. This was a physical weakness. Five fingers tightly held this cold little hand, Zhao Heng looked at her and asked, "It still hurts?"

Song Jianing smiled and shook his head, there was some discomfort underneath, but compared with before the daughter was born, this little pain was nothing at all. She was just a little worried, and whispered: "Unfortunately, I couldn't add a son to the prince." Song Jianing liked this daughter very much. If she said that she had a little regret before seeing her daughter, because the prince and the emperor would probably not like it, but she has seen it. After the daughter, Song Jianing didn't feel a pity at all. At this moment, she just wanted to test the attitude of the prince.

She thought about this carefully, Zhao Heng knew it at a glance, smiled, and then whispered in her unexpected eyes: "Daughter is like you, very good."

Song Jianing has been married to the palace for a year. Looking back on this year, the prince didn’t laugh much. The rare few times, either she did something stupid or said something stupid, which made him laugh, or it was the prince himself. In a good mood, such as when he put a hairpin on her, such as after he was satisfied. Now he smiled and praised his daughter, so that the clouds in his eyes seemed to melt a little, Song Jianing was deeply relieved, as long as the prince likes his daughter, Song Jianing doesn't care whether the emperor in the palace likes it or not.

"The prince must be a good father." Song Jianing said sincerely.

She often praised him for being good. Today is his first day as a father. She just praised him like that. Zhao Heng laughed, "Why did you say this?"

"The prince is not partial to his son." Song Jianing said playfully.

This is actually the reason. Looking at her watery apricot eyes, Zhao Heng leaned over and said in her ear: "Hurry up and get a good one."

Song Jianing's cheeks were slightly hot, in the voice of the prince, how did she feel that what he was looking forward to most was not the child, but the birth of a child? Song Jianing turned his head, Zhao Heng looked at her as usual. Song Jianing couldn't see what he was thinking at first glance, and at the second glance... he lowered his eyes nervously without seeing clearly, panicking, afraid to watch again. He ate her immediately.

The couple suddenly became quiet, but the atmosphere was warm and quiet. At this moment, the kitchen delivered food.

Zhao Heng hadn't eaten for a whole day, and Song Jianing had a baby for a day, and his stomach was grumble with hunger. Her breakfast only had a bowl of lean meat porridge. Zhao Heng had a plate of steamed buns besides the porridge. Mother Cen and Shuang'er prepared the meal. Mother Cen was going to serve the princess. Unexpectedly, she just helped the princess leaning against the bed and turned around. Seeing that the prince lifted up the porridge bowl of the princess on the table.

The prince petted the princess, and the mother Cen was too late to be happy, so naturally she would not lead her out first because of any rules.

Song Jianing was flattered, but looking at the rare gentleness of the prince, thinking about the hardships of having a child, Song Jianing was not polite. With anger calmly watched the prince scoop the porridge and watched him hand it over, Song Jianing's body warmed up little by little, and when the spoon was approaching, she blew gently, but only after hard work, a slight discomfort suddenly came from the lower abdomen.

Zhao Heng frowned when she saw her, and immediately said, "Don't move."

Song Jianing looked up.

Zhao Heng glanced at her, then lowered his eyes, with his lips facing the porcelain spoon. Although it was not as high as Song Jianing when he was blowing porridge, he was indeed blowing porridge. Obviously it is a very small thing, and it can become a very rare and important thing if he can do it. Song Jianing watched intently, and the porridge had not even been eaten in his mouth, his mouth was already sweet.

"Taste it first and be careful when it is hot." Zhao Heng blew the porridge for the first time. He couldn't grasp it properly and couldn't taste it by himself, so he could only remind her.

Song Jianing nodded, sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking it, making sure it wasn't hot, and then took the spoon in one bite and sucked in the porridge. Swallowing, Song Jianing raised his head again, Zhao Heng stared at her red mouth, and after a while he looked back and continued to feed her. Song Jianing was really hungry and ate a bowl of anger, as if he hadn't eaten enough.

"Eat less and more meals, don't hold on." Zhao Heng explained, not deliberately wanting to starve her.

Song Jianing was actually full, she couldn't help being greedy just watching him eat.

Zhao Heng had no choice but to feed her several times with his own spoon, three bites, and no more.

The prince and the princess had finished their meal, and the nurse sent the sleeping little princess over. Zhao Heng took his daughter and hugged it for a while before handing it to her. It has been a year since Song Jianing and the prince, now of course, seeing her daughter is fresher, holding her daughter intently, and unknowingly forgetting the man next to her. Zhao Heng was also looking at his daughter. He looked at him and moved his eyes to the princess's ears.

If Song Jianing was aware of it, Yu Guang saw that he seemed to be looking at her face, Song Jianing subconsciously touched that side, and said in doubt: "Is there something?"

Zhao Heng shook his head.

Song Jianing didn't touch it either, and it was even stranger: "Then what is the prince looking at?"

She asked seriously, and Zhao Heng returned her seriously: "It looks good."

Song Jianing blinked, and when it came to his reaction, the prince actually molested her in a serious manner. Song Jianing's face turned red, and he lowered his head shyly, pretending to look at his daughter wholeheartedly. Zhao Heng glanced at her ears again, then compared her daughter's, and found that the mother's ears really didn't look alike.

Unlike my mother, I naturally followed my father.

"The little name is notorious, how?" The daughter was sleeping, Zhao Heng discussed with the princess in a lower voice, thinking that before the daughter was born, he walked to the window and just a ray of sunlight shone on him. To Zhao Heng, he and her daughter are like that beam of light, so brilliant, dispelling the darkness that haunts the heart all night.

"Which Zhao?" Song Jianing asked curiously. In fact, she had thought of several names for a long time, including her sons and daughters, but if the prince had a better word, she would listen to the prince.

"Sun and moon Zhaozhao." Zhao Heng looked at her and explained, "My name is Zhaohua." His daughter, Princess Zhaohua.

Song Jianing read it a few times gently, and liked to say: "It sounds so good, and the meaning is good, thank you, the prince for giving the name."

~

The second daughter and mother are safe. This is good news. The red sun is swaying. Guo Boyan came back earlier and went directly to his younger son Mao Geer after changing his clothes. He really saw his wife here. Brother Mao was easily sleepy during his illness. Just asleep, Guo Boyan was sitting by the bed, carefully observing his son's small face covered with acne. Unfortunately, it took only a day and he didn't see any difference.

"I heard that the emperor rewarded An'an?" After caring for his son, Guo Boyan began to inquire about the news of his daughter's marriage.

Lin smiled comfortedly: "Yes, I have rewarded some of the Four Four Treasures of the Study." When the reward came down, Lin was still in the Palace of Shouwang. She had a clear mind and guessed that the emperor's reward was mainly to make up for him and his father and son. Love is not a reward for a daughter. But the son-in-law is good and the daughter will live well. Anyway, the daughter has already had face, and she is not much better than Princess Rui, and Lin will be satisfied.

"The little girl is exactly the same as when An An was born, but she is beautiful." Lin praised her proudly.

Guo Boyan stared at her faintly. When An An was just born, she was still living in Jiangnan, accompanied by a man named Song.

Lin looked at his sour eyes and knew what her husband was thinking. She couldn't help but feel a little upset. Since she married into the Guogong Mansion, she has been careful not to mention anything about the Song family, not wanting to be too happy to say anything today. Fortunately, the couple has not been in a strange relationship four or five years ago. Guo Boyan was jealous. Instead of trying to remedy it, Lin gave him a look: "The longer Maoer grows, the more he looks like his son, did you say that?"

Why can only the state officials set fire to the people and not allow the people to light the lights?

Speaking of the eldest son, Guo Boyan's expression was dim, and he was no longer jealous anymore. He squeezed his wife's hand and said: "Pingzhang is hurt, I'll go see him."

Lin snorted and sent him out. The stepson's injury was too serious. Yesterday, he was worried that Brother Mao was afraid. He came here to accompany him for a day. This brotherhood couldn't do better than his brother. Lin appreciates this stepson from the bottom of his heart, so he doesn't mind her husband's care.

Guo Boyan came to Yihexuan alone, stepped into the courtyard, and heard a depressed cough from the upper room. Guo Boyan paused, hesitated for a moment, and then continued to move forward. Inside the house, Guo Xiao knew his physical condition, and if not necessary, he would lie down on the bed honestly, hoping to recover as soon as possible. When his father came, Guo Xiao was not polite. He just sat up and leaned against the head of the bed and said respectfully: "Father."

"Is it better today?" Guo Boyan stepped closer, staring at the eldest son's right chest and asked.

Guo Xiao nodded.

Guo Boyan looked at the pale face of the eldest son. After all, he still couldn't bear to force him to make a choice before the eldest son was completely healed. He cared about his condition and left. Guo Xiao watched his father leave, vaguely guessing that his father might want to say something to him, and even guessed that it should be related to the stepsister who had just given birth to a daughter.

Guo Xiao closed his eyes.

He understands his father's embarrassment, and he also obeys his father in everything he wants, and doesn't ask his father to worry about it, but she alone will not let him go.

~

Song Jianing's daughter was born on October 15th, and the Prince of Chu gave the emperor's grandson Cheng the full moon on October 27th. Song Jianing could not go. Zhao Heng went by himself, and returned after eating the banquet.

Song Jianing was watching the nursing mother feeding her daughter. When she heard that the prince was back, she looked at the nursing mother first. The nurse dared not let the prince see this inconspicuous thing. After asking for instructions, she held the princess and walked to the specially set screen to feed it. Zhao Heng entered the door, saw a shadow behind the screen, did not look there for a second time, and went straight to the bed.

Song Jianing first observed the look of his prince, and couldn't see anything. He wondered: "Why did the prince come back so early?" Isn't this kind of excitement, the closest relatives are the earliest to leave? If Sister Ting Fang lives nearby, and his niece is over the full moon, Song Jianing will definitely stay a little longer. It's so rare to have a niece.

Zhao Heng sat on the bed, held her hand, and asked her in a low voice what she had eaten at noon.

Song Jianing replied obediently. After the answer, I saw that the prince seemed not in the mood to talk. She was wondering if something had happened to the Chu Palace. The nurse sent her little girl over after feeding her daughter. Then Song Jianing caught a glimpse of her prince’s lips. , Fleeting. Song Jianing stared at the prince in disbelief, and found that the prince looked surprisingly gentle when he looked at his daughter. Song Jianing suddenly understood.

Dare to love the prince to come back so soon, are you anxious to hug your daughter?

Song Jianing was really dumbfounded.

Chu Palace, King Chu was also complaining to his princess: "The third child left after eating, but he didn't like this when Brother Sheng was full moon. Doesn't he like us being brothers?" He said, he looked down and looked down. The fat son in his arms, the more he looks at him, the more unhappy he is. Isn't the second child just a little darker with him? The younger brother is an uncle, and he doesn't like to hold him because his nephew is black?

He was careless, Feng Zheng smiled and said, "Can you blame the Third Majesty? He wants to be a brother. You don’t want to give it. The Third Majesty didn’t have a daughter before. He likes children. He can only come here to see your face. Now Jianing gives it to you. He gave birth to a beautiful daughter. Of course, His Royal Highness is anxious to go home and kiss her daughter."

When the king of Chu heard this, his eyes opened up again, and he said angrily: "You don't need to speak for him. I will give him a brother or a brother anyway. He is even more stingy. I went to see Zhaozhao for the previous one. He didn't even touch him. Give me a touch, the look in his eyes clearly dislikes my rough hands." Such a beautiful little niece greets him to death.

Feng Zheng laughed at him: "Your hands are thick at first, I'm afraid you will hurt Cheng's face."

King Chu didn’t like to listen anymore. He put down his sleeping adult brother and went to bash Feng Zheng. He hugged him and said mischievous words: "I think my hands are so rough right now, why don’t you feel comfortable? Disgusted?" He is a military commander, and he speaks neatly, often deliberately saying such shameful vulgar words, Feng Zheng is annoyed and ashamed, and eventually turned into a spring under him every time.

After the full moon, the child should be taken into the palace to show the imperial grandfather and imperial grandmother. On this day of holiday at the end of the month, King Chu held Brother Sheng, Feng Zheng took Brother Sheng, and the family of four entered the palace together. Emperor Xuande and Empress Li waited in the middle palace together. Brother Sheng was lively. When he came in, he let go of his mother's hand and ran towards Emperor Xuande, excitedly saying, "Grandfather!"

Emperor Xuande happily picked up his eldest grandson. The first grandson was still a grandson. Naturally, Emperor Xuande was not an ordinary favorite.

"Grandma Emperor." Leaning in the arms of Emperor Xuande, Brother Sheng did not forget the other elder.

Queen Li smiled softly.

It was too rare. Emperor Xuande handed Brother Sheng to Empress Li. He took over Brother Cheng, who had just been full moon, and hugged him for a while. After all, he was too young to be funny. Emperor Xuande handed his Cheng brother to Empress Li, and changed his brother to Sheng. Then he took his eldest son and grandson to Chongzheng Hall, and asked his daughter-in-law to accompany Empress Li to chat about family affairs.

Feng Zheng has been a concubine of Chu for a few years, and she has to enter the palace every year. He is already familiar with Queen Li's temperament and knows that Queen Li is a virtuous and reasonable person, and treats others more kindly after losing a son. So although the two are not mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, when Feng Zheng and Empress Li were together, they were very relaxed and could talk about everything together.

"I had a dream yesterday and I dreamed of Xiao Wu again." While chatting, Empress Li looked at the sleeping adult brother, her eyes suddenly red, and she didn't look up, as if talking to herself in a low voice. He said, "I dreamed that Xiao Wu was sitting on a river lantern, crying and telling me that he was cold, told me to hug him, and I went into the water to find him, but the river lantern took him farther and farther... "

She didn't cry, she was calm, but the mother's thoughts of her deceased son in the words were heartbreaking. Feng Zheng is the mother of two children and can better understand the suffering of Queen Li. If this kind of thing is placed on her, her son will be gone. Feng Zheng feels that he may not be able to hold on, and he can't wait to stay with his son. Don't want him to be alone.

"The mother's sorrow, the fifth brother gave you a dream. He should be reincarnated. The fifth brother is so sensible. He will be safe and happy in the next life." Wiping the corner of his eyes, Feng Zheng gently comforted.

Empress Li smiled bitterly, raised her head, her eyes facing Feng Zheng, two lines of clear tears slid down her fair and beautiful face suddenly: "I want him to come back, want him to be with me, this palace is too cold. , I can't hold on anymore..." At this point, the young queen finally broke the bank in tears, covered her mouth with one hand, and whimpered to her adult brother: "I want to have another one, but I collapsed and I can't bear it anymore. It's on..."