National Beauty

After the banquet was over, Song Jianing rested for half an hour, and then went to take a bath.

In this month of confinement, Song Jianing's body was wiped somehow, but her hair was never washed. Song Jianing could smell a little bit herself. It's really hard for the prince to bear sleeping with her. In the cold winter, Song Jianing deliberately chose to take a bath for the second half of the day, so as not to have to dry her hair after washing at night, which would delay her effort.

"After the princess gave birth to the little princess, she seems to be more tender, just like the little princess." Shuang'er said while waiting for the master to take a bath, watching the tenderness and tenderness of the master can rub the red ice and snow skin with a little effort. Envied and sighed with authenticity.

Song Jianing looked down, but the prince staring into her eyes appeared in his mind, like admiring calligraphy and painting, making her feel embarrassed and shy, and then complacent because of that seriousness, and felt that she was really good, otherwise, how could the prince see it? So serious?

Liu'er helped her wash her hair in the back. Jiu'er added hot water to the tub at any time. Two large tubs were prepared in the room, and they were thoroughly cleaned here. Song Jianing quickly moved under the blanket until she slowly floated one floor. In the other bathtub of dried rose flowers, close your eyes and enjoy the long-lost relaxation comfortably, and all the skin seems to be screaming comfortably.

After soaking for a quarter of an hour, Song Jianing stepped out reluctantly, Shuang'er and Liu'er immediately wrapped her in a thick towel and wiped gently. Song Jianing was kneaded and kneaded like a child by the two maids, and Jiu'er on the other side was holding her clothes and chuckles, Song Jianing blushed, and he didn't feel cold at all.

Put on a warm coat and put on a concubine red jacket on the outside. When the hair is almost dry, the sky is dark outside. On the way to the inner room, imagine the eyes of the prince looking at her for a while. Song Jianing went back to the day when he was just married, and felt nervous just because of the idea of ​​being alone with the prince.

However, when she blushed and went around the screen, she saw Shouwang sitting on the bed with her daughter in her arms, her big hand holding her daughter's small hand, she was engrossed in her eyes, she didn't even glance at her, as if she didn't know she was coming. Like it. Song Jianing was a little bit disappointed. Then she thought about it. She had just taken a bath, so she couldn't avoid making any mistakes. The prince was coaxing her daughter here. It's normal to have no such thoughts.

Relieved, Song Jianing sat next to her man, lowered her head, and saw her daughter grinning slightly, as if smiling.

"Zhao Zhao, do you miss your mother?" Song Jianing gently held her daughter's little feet in socks, and said softly.

Zhao Zhao blinked his eyes and looked at his mother's side.

The daughter recognized her voice, Song Jianing smiled, and Zhao Hengshun obeyed her daughter's wishes and handed her daughter to the princess. Song Jianing hugged her little daughter, and also forgot those charming, she shook the golden inlaid jade longevity lock on her chest and shook her head. She raised her head to her husband and said, "This is a gift from my mother. Zhaozhao likes it the most."

Her apricot eyes were bright, like pearls moisturized in water. Zhao Heng smiled and asked, "Why do you see it?" Her daughter could not speak.

Song Jianing showed off the blood jade bracelet on her wrist, put her daughter on the bed, picked up the longevity lock on her daughter's chest, and held both of them in front of her daughter. Zhaozhao turned around her mother’s apricot eyes, and soon only stared at the longevity lock of her mother’s left hand. The small eyes were just like when her mother was standing under the persimmon tree and staring at the biggest persimmon on the treetop. .

Song Jianing wanted to tease his daughter, Zhao Heng looked at his gentle and charming wife, but remembered what happened a few years ago.

His princess may have something to hide from him, but Zhao Heng never doubted her character. He believed that what he saw was the real her. When he was innocent, he was like a child. When he was behaved, people wanted to treat her. Behind her, when she is charming, people can't wait to be buried there forever...

"Prepare food." Zhao Heng whispered as he glanced over her slender neck.

Song Jianing didn't eat much at noon, she was really hungry, and smiled and told the maids.

After the meal, the nursing mother had to take her daughter to the penthouse, and heavy snow fell outside the window. Song Jianing was worried that the nursing mother would not be able to walk, so she put on a cloak to follow. Zhao Heng accompanied her. On the way, she was always staring at the nurse. Zhao Heng looked at the baby in the nurse's arms, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the National Palace.

What Guo Xiao wants to do is to covet her secretly, or prepare to act, it doesn't really matter. What matters is whether he, the prince of longevity, has the ability to protect his princess and the young princess who was just born. In the past, Zhao Heng didn’t want to fight, but just wanted to be a free prince. On that day, the princess gave birth in the backyard. Zhao Heng sat in the study alone. At first, he was angry with Guo Xiao’s provocation and her deception. Understanding the truth, Zhao Hengcai once again felt like water, and immediately went to the backyard to see his princess.

He used to be alone, and the only thing he needs to remember is his elder brother. Now he is her husband and daughter’s father and king. Outsiders challenge him. He solves it outside. In the palace, he wants their wives to live steadily. worry.

"It's getting late, the prince and princess go back soon." When she reached the door of the penthouse, the nurse respectfully persuaded.

Song Jianing looked at her tightly wrapped daughter, nodded, and watched the nurse stepping in the door steadily before heading back. After walking a few steps, a strong arm suddenly appeared on his waist, and his legs suddenly volleyed. Song Jianing looked up in shock and saw his prince's handsome face as a fairy, looking up at the red lantern under the eaves of the corridor.

"Lord." Song Jianing whispered.

Zhao Heng glanced at her and continued to stride forward.

Song Jianing held the hand stove and leaned into his arms charmingly, as if it didn't take long before the person was carried into the babu bed in the inner room. Song Jianing opened his eyes and put the heater in his hand on the cupboard in time. Almost just after the heater was released, the man suddenly became shorter, and he couldn't wait to put her on the bed.

Song Jianing's heart was pounding, and his apricot eyes looked at him vaguely. He came to take off her clothes. Song Jianing couldn't help but grabbed his belt and pulled it. For ten months, Song Jianing hadn’t felt the enthusiasm of the prince for ten months. She longed for him to turn from a high **** to an ordinary strong man, longing to be possessed by him again and again, longing for this little-spoken prince. , To express his liking for her in another way.

Her initiative stimulated Zhao Heng even more. Before the clothes of the two of them were gone, he hugged her legs and rushed in impatiently.

"Master, wait..." It's been a long time since Song Jianing couldn't bear it, grabbing his shoulder with a small hand, and inhaling to beg him.

Zhao Heng lowered his head, looking at her misty apricot eyes, looking at her flushing cheeks, looking at her wet red lips. Looking at it, Zhao Heng suddenly leaned over and blocked her mouth. Song Jianing instinctively hugged him around his neck, entangled with him without feeling, and kissed him. He sent it over with all his strength, almost killing her.

But Song Jianing likes it so much. She likes to relax immediately after a short period of discomfort. No matter how he makes trouble, she will firmly circle his neck, crying or begging, and shouting in her mouth is the prince, her heart is full of It is also her prince. For two lifetimes, only with this man did Song Jianing realize what real happiness is.

He put her in his heart, he gave her status, and more importantly, he gave her a beautiful and lovely daughter.

Song Jianing doesn't care about such a prince, whether he is the emperor or not.