National Beauty

In the winter afternoon, the cold wind roared and the sky was freezing cold, but the house where the earth dragon was burning was warm and melting.

Two slight hums came from her ears, Song Jianing lazily opened her eyelids, and saw the nurse leaning over, reaching out to touch her daughter's quilt. Song Jianing looked at the nurse, who smiled and nodded at her, then lifted her daughter's little quilt, lifted her daughter's two short legs in pink silk pants, and replaced them with new mesons that had been warmed up in advance.

After packing, the nurse knelt down in front of the bed and continued to guard the little princess. Song Jianing glanced at her daughter, and fell asleep again after a while, but it didn't take long before she was awakened by her daughter's cry, this time hungry. Song Jianing was almost asleep, in good spirits, took the fat little girl into his arms, and opened the placket to feed.

In the previous life, Song Jianing wanted a child the most, but she never got her wish. As a mother in this life, Song Jianing wanted to give her daughter everything she could. During the first few days after giving birth, she was weak and had to let the nursing mother feed her daughter and then rest. The ground was almost there, Song Jianing personally fed her daughter. The little girl is especially edible. Fortunately, Song Jianing has enough milk, so she doesn't have to wrong her daughter to eat other people's food. The two nurses mainly take care of her daughter Lazar to sleep.

Halfway through the feeding, the voice of the maids calling the prince suddenly came from the yard. Song Jianing panicked and looked at the nurse subconsciously. The nurse knelt in front of the bed and stared at her blankly. It turned out that the prince had really returned to the house ahead of time. The nurse immediately got up and looked at the little princess who was still being held by the princess. The nurse hesitated and said: "Wang... "

Concubine, do you feed it yourself or let me take it away?

Song Jianing knew what the nurse meant, but she felt her daughter’s greedy actions. Xiaozui'er ate very vigorously, as if her mother’s food was her favorite. Song Jianing was reluctant to let her daughter change halfway, and gave a wink at the nurse. Song Jianing carried her daughter inside first. Zhao Zhao was eating eagerly, and her mother suddenly stopped giving her to her. The little girl was groaning before she even touched the bed. Song Jianing hurriedly lay down and took her daughter into her arms again. Zhao Zhao stretched her brows and continued to be happy. To eat.

Listening to the sound of footsteps outside, Song Jianing blushed and closed his clothes, and then pulled the quilt up to minimize dew spots. After her daughter was born, Song Jianing took care of her daughter during the day and asked her to sleep with the nursing mother at night. The prince was at home on a ten-day holiday and she did not feed it herself. So the little girl will be full moon the next day, and Song Jianing did not let the prince see her feeding her Look like. Song Jianing was particularly nervous thinking that the prince was coming in soon.

The nurse stepped out of the babu bed and bowed her head to salute the man who bypassed the screen: "Lord."

Zhao Heng faintly hummed.

The nursing mother stepped aside, not daring to go too far, for fear that the master and sons would not hear her orders, after all, the little princess might Lazard at any time.

Zhao Heng opened the gauze tent and saw her lying with her back to the outside, not seeing her daughter, and a faint gurgling swallowing sound came over. Zhao Heng walked over in surprise, and saw her daughter being held in her arms, just...

Zhao Heng looked away politely and landed on her flushing face. She glanced at him with misty apricot eyes, then dropped again, and explained in a soft voice: "I was sleeping with Zhaozhao just now. I was afraid that she would not give it to the nursing mother. Hey the prince and he is here, Zhaozhao refused to let go..." I became more embarrassed to say.

Zhao Heng grumbled and sat on the side of the bed with his back to her.

Song Jianing was a little relieved when he saw him sitting like that, and was really afraid that he would watch it, although he had watched it many times a long time ago.

The couple didn't speak, only Zhao Zhao's relish swallowing, feeding in front of the prince, Song Jianing was inexplicably panicked. The tent was surprisingly quiet, and Song Jianing couldn't help turning his head back secretly. Unexpectedly, he also looked over at the same time, and the eyes of the two of them collided in the middle. Her apricot eyes were moisturized, and his eyes were like a cage of mist, filled with mist and entangled each other.

In the end, Song Jianing avoided first, his heart pounding.

Zhao Heng looked at her blushing face, silently took off his boots, lay sideways beside her, supported his body with his left elbow, and put his right hand away from her hot face. Song Jianing had closed his eyes a long time ago, but he could still feel him approaching, getting closer, and finally the familiar thin lips pressed down. In Song Jianing's heart, the prince is a person who emphasizes desire. When he is in high spirits, he can come three or four times a night, and basically does not give her much time to sleep, but the prince does not emphasize desire. He will stay in the front yard for a few nights every month. During her pregnancy, the prince often lived in the front yard and did not call a maid to serve, as if it didn't matter if she didn't touch a woman for a few years.

Song Jianing was in confinement this month. The prince was afraid of affecting her rest, so he only stayed with her for three nights. It seemed that the couple had not kissed like this for a long time. Song Jianing missed the prince. She wanted to kiss the prince around the prince's neck as before, but she was not alone, she had to hug her daughter, so Song Jianing could only tilt her neck awkwardly and move her uvula.

This is so, and Zhao Heng's desire to be imprisoned for more than half a year was completely aroused. Her lips pressed against her mouth deeper and deeper, and her right hand moved along her hot face to her slender neck, and then a little bit towards Move down. He knew which side his daughter was eating, and he was careful to take only one side. Unexpectedly, the palm of his hand got wet when he touched it.

Zhao Heng raised his head in surprise.

He kissed too hard just now, Song Jianing gasped loudly, opened those apricot eyes that became more and more squiggly, but saw that her prince was looking at his right hand. Song Jianing looked over inadvertently. After seeing the white water on the palm of his hand, Song Jianing remembered that he had just touched it, and his face flushed.

Zhao Heng lowered his eyes and saw her eyes closed tightly. He quickly tasted the palm of his hand in a wicked manner. It was faint and tasteless. There was not much water, Zhao Heng casually wiped on her open skirt, such a little action, shocked the little princess who was eating. Zhao Zhao's mouth kept turning, and his **** and pure eyes turned to his father.

The little princess who was about to be full moon had a much whiter face than when he was born, he was chubby, and his eyebrows looked like a mother. Seeing her daughter looking at herself, Zhao Heng smiled and whispered to her daughter: "Zhao Zhao."

Zhaozhao stared at his father and ate while eating. The little girl can eat too much. Zhao Heng lowered his head and her neck was sore. Before the little girl had enough, Zhao Heng's thoughts slowly returned to the princess in her daughter's mouth. Without disturbing her daughter to eat, Zhao Heng lay back next to her, hugged her shoulder and asked, "Will it hurt?"

Before he ate a little heavier, she hurriedly pushed him away, yelling painfully. Now that her daughter has been eating for so long, Zhao Heng is a little worried.

Song Jianing didn't know that his prince would think about this. He stretched his clothes to block the side that was idle for the time being, and asked in doubt, "What hurts or not?"

Zhao Heng looked down.

Song Jianing finally understood, closed his eyes and shook his head, his cheeks were like rouge.

Zhao Heng was not convinced, and confirmed: "The truth?"

Why did Song Jianing lie to him? Nodded again.

Zhao Heng's eyes moved slightly, and he continued to see his daughter eating. Song Jianing secretly opened his eyes and saw that the prince was profiled and focused. His expression was almost the same as when he was painting, without any color. He suddenly felt that his prince was more like a fairy. At this time, he can still be such a gentleman, not to be confused by her body. .

Zhao Zhao was finally full, and Zhao Heng picked up his daughter and patted milk skillfully. Zhaozhao, who is full, is the cutest time, lying obediently in his father's arms, not crying or making trouble, watery apricot eyes staring at his father intently. The nurse said that such a big child still couldn't see clearly. Zhao Heng looked at his daughter who turned her mouth up from time to time as if she was laughing, but felt that her daughter could already see it.

As night fell, the nurse took the little princess and went to sleep in the penthouse. Zhao Heng accompanies Song Jianing to dinner in the inner room, and rested here after dinner.

Shuang'er left a dim yellow lamp, and retreated with Liu'er.

Zhao Heng took off his robe and came to the bed without saying anything, but he directly supported Song Jianing. He talked less, Song Jianing had become accustomed to the silent prince, especially when he unbuttoned her clothes without saying a word, Song Jianing felt even more panicked and was expecting him all over.

but……

"Master, wait two more days?" Thinking he was impatient, Song Jianing covered his shirt with one hand and his trousers with one hand, begging in a low voice. She hasn't sat full confinement. Although she has wiped her body several times, it is not thorough. It has been a long time since she really took a bath. Song Jianing is afraid that she will not taste bad.

"I have a sense of measure." Zhao Heng looked into her eyes, and then took her hand away without denial.

Song Jianing was nervous and ignorant, wondering what he was going to do, and then saw the prince lower his head, his black head covering his face, but Song Jianing felt what he was doing. The same thing was completely different between the daughter and her father and the king. Song Jianing closed her eyes tightly, clutching the mattress with her small hand, and said uncontrollably.

Zhao Heng immediately let go, frowned and asked her: "Does it hurt?"

Song Jianing bit her lip and shook her head in shame.

Since it was not a painful cry, Zhao Heng understood. Knowing that she liked it, he had no scruples and tried to show off what he had just learned from his daughter today. Song Jianing was both comfortable and worried. Seeing that he was greedy, it seemed that he didn’t have enough. Song Jianing endured and forbeared. In the end, the love of his daughter prevailed. He hugged his head with both hands, begging as if crying instead of crying: Save some..." He has eaten everything, what will the daughter eat tomorrow?

How could Zhao Heng's greed be that thirst quencher? He was greedy for the princess's soft body, her humorous snort, and her amorous feelings under him. Since the princess didn't tell him to eat, Zhao Heng turned over and lay on his side, then put her in his arms and couldn't wait to eat her red lips without feeding her daughter.

With her lips pressed together, Song Jianing tasted the faint sweetness. Realizing what it was, Song Jianing was so embarrassed that she wanted to hide, but was pressed tightly in her arms by the man, letting her feel his body that had been silent for too long.

Song Jianing felt it, panicking as well as a little scared. This year, she grew taller, and the place where she was originally fat became fatter. The prince did not have a child, but she grew up too. It was taller and more stalwart than when she got married last year. She once tossed her sore waist and sore legs. It's getting more and more palpitating.

She thought, and she was afraid that she would not be able to bear it.

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On November 15th, the little princess of Shouwang's Mansion celebrates the full moon.

After her daughter's full moon, Song Jianing got up early, put on a red embroidered cloth with auspicious clouds, and sat on the warm couch to coax her daughter. Zhao Heng stayed with her for a while, guessing that the guests would not go to the front yard until the guests arrived one after another. He never liked socializing, nor did he make friends with any court ministers, except for his elder brother, King Chu, unless he moved to live, got married, and had children, and even a few brothers rarely came together, so today he invites all relatives. Ordinary officials.

Not long after breakfast, King Chu arrived first. King Chu rode a horse. After dismounting, he strode to the carriage and hugged his eldest son Sheng, who was impatient to get out of the carriage. Brother Sheng often came to San Shu's house with his mother to play, and didn't recognize the birth at all. When the father met his mother, Brother Sheng had already ran inside excitedly.

"San Uncle!" Seeing the handsome San Uncle wearing a crimson robe, Brother Sheng said crisply.

Brother Sheng is the first junior in the brothers' house. Zhao Heng loves this nephew who can already run and jump even more. He leaned over and hugged the boy who ran up to him, ready to go outside to meet his brother and sister. Brother Sheng was unwilling, turned his head to look into the backyard, and said anxiously: "Uncle San, I'll go find my sister!"

Brother Sheng once looked forward to his younger brother, but after the mother gave birth to his younger brother, Brother Sheng found that his brother was not fun at all. He knew how to eat and sleep all day long, and he couldn't even talk, so he changed to like Sanshu's house. My sister is now. My sister is white and beautiful. She can't see enough just by looking at it. She wants to stay by her side all the time.

The nephew asked, Zhao Heng smiled and put the boy down.

Brother Sheng ran all the way to the backyard, stepped into the Nuan Pavilion and immediately looked on the couch, and saw the beautiful third aunt sitting on it, smiling softly at him. Brother Sheng also liked this aunt, and he laughed: "Auntie, Sister Full Moon!" The little guy doesn't know what a full moon is, but only knows that this is a good day for my sister.

Song Jianing smiled and said, "Yes, in a few months, my sister will be sitting."

While talking, Shuang'er hugged Brother Sheng to the couch. As soon as he took off his shoes, Brother Sheng crawled inside to see his sister. Seeing his sister closed her eyes, Brother Sheng looked at her aunt in surprise: "Sister is asleep."

Song Jianing nodded and coaxed softly: "Well, let's not speak loudly, and don't wake up sister."

Brother Sheng nodded sensibly.

Song Jianing looked at his nephew for a while, and then looked at the door. It didn't take long before Feng Zheng stepped in first, and the king of Chu was holding a baby in the back, and the prince of his own birthday followed at the end. The king of Chu was burly and bold, as he always remembered, but Song Jianing keenly discovered that Feng Zheng seemed to be thin. Although his face was smiling, it was not the same as his usual gentle and cheerful appearance.

"Big Brother, Sister-in-law." Song Jianing called out first, suppressing doubts.

In the twelfth lunar month of the winter, she was just out of confinement and was not suitable for walking on the ground, so she did not entertain her. However, the banquets today are all her relatives, so she doesn't need to be so particular about it. The king of Chu didn't stick to the trivial matter, Feng Zheng even smiled on the warm couch, leaned close to Song Jianing, looked at his sleeping little niece, Feng Zheng jokingly said: "Zhaozhao grows and gets more beautiful, no wonder her uncle and father are worried Now, I want to sneak away."

This is a joke, Song Jianing didn't take it seriously, but Brother Sheng looked at the father with a grin, and he was in favor of the father stealing his sister.

The son was stupid. King Chu glanced at the younger brother beside him, teasing his son: "Ask your third uncle, let's use the younger brother to trade with him, he can't change it."

Brother Sheng likes his younger brother, but he likes his younger sister better, so excitedly ran to discuss with his third uncle.

Zhao Heng touched his nephew's head and said, "The third aunt will not change."

When Brother Sheng heard the words, he turned to his aunt in disappointment.

The prince used her as an excuse, but Song Jianing couldn't help but coaxed her brother up with a smile: "My sister is still young and can't go out. If Brother Sheng likes my sister, please stay with us in the future so that I can see my sister every day. "

Zhao Heng listened and glanced at his elder brother, very satisfied with his little princess's response.

King Chu knew that his careful brother was watching him, and stared at his son nervously, afraid that the smelly boy would really agree to it, just as his brother wanted.

Brother Sheng looked at his beautiful aunt and sister, and then at his mother and his younger brother, who didn’t like him very much. Finally, he shook his head, shyly ran to the mother, and opened his two small arms to embrace the mother. . The unintentional act of the eldest son made Feng Zheng's eyes red. Afraid of being noticed, she turned her head in time and pretended to tease her son: "Don't you like her younger sister?"

Brother Sheng looked at his mother and smiled.

He likes his sister, but he likes his mother even more.