National Beauty

Song Jianing stood in front of the washing rack and washed her hands carefully. In fact, her hands were already clean, but Guo Xiao's touch seemed to be still stuck to the back of her hand, which made her even more offensive than when he pressed her on the mountain that day. At that time, she was not married. Guo Xiao's thoughts only violated the ethics of his step-brothers and sisters, but today she is a married woman, Guo Xiao...

Song Jianing closed her eyes and sighed, "Change the water."

Shuang'er glanced at the master suspiciously, and went out with the copper basin, and soon changed a basin of clean water. Song Jianing washed again, and she felt more comfortable when she heard the voice of her daughter on the bed. She wiped her hands, temporarily suppressed the resistance and irritability that Guo Xiao had brought, and went to bed to coax her daughter.

Zhao Zhao lay on her back on the bed, and saw her mother, the corner of her mouth curled up, and she smiled happily at her.

All of Song Jianing's worries were melted by her daughter's carefree smile. She sat on the bed and bowed her head to kiss her daughter.

With a daughter, Song Jianing never felt bored in the palace anymore. When the daughter was awake, her thoughts fell on her, accompany the little girl to sleep with the little girl. When the daughter slept, she also took the opportunity to rest, rest for a while, and get up. Washing your face, the red sun outside unknowingly went down. Song Jianing was sitting on the warm couch with her daughter in her arms, pointed out the Liuli window, and said softly: "In a while, the father will be back."

Zhaozhao didn't know what the mother was talking about, she opened her watery apricot eyes and looked at... mother's fingers.

Song Jianing smiled and chirped on her daughter's tender face.

Zhaozhao glanced at his mother, and suddenly leaned into her arms, trying to get enough to eat. Song Jianing glanced at the nurse and the two maids who were waiting in the room, moved to the corner of the warm couch wall connected to the window sill, and fed her daughter with her back to the outside. Zhao Zhao grabbed her mother's skirt in one hand and was eating enthusiastically. Song Jianing looked at her daughter for a while and then looked out the window. Just after feeding the little girl, she suddenly saw two figures turning around in the corridor. The prince in front was her prince.

Song Jianing smiled, quickly tidied the skirts, then lifted her daughter up and told her to look outside.

On the glazed window, the faces of the two mothers were immediately reflected. Zhao Zhao's face could not be seen clearly, but Song Jianing's gentle smile was clearly visible. Zhao Heng glanced at it, continued to move forward, and soon walked to the front of the hall. No one can be seen, Song Jianing also moved her daughter to the edge of the couch, and the two of them waited together.

The curtain opened, and Zhao Heng stepped in in a tea-white robe.

"The prince." The nurse, Shuang'er, and Liu'er saluted together.

Zhao Heng glanced over the nurse and fell on his princess. Song Jianing was accustomed to observing her husband's face. In her arms, Zhaozhao saw his father, and happily said "Ah", looking at his father with bright eyes. Zhao Heng's expression was a little slow, and he took over the daughter who was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and sat down beside Song Jianing.

A family of three wanted to share their relationship. The nurse led Shuang'er and Liu'er to salute silently and walked to the door. Suddenly a cold voice came from the couch: "Miao's stay."

The nursing mother was shocked. Miao was her, but the prince never said a word to her except that the prince simply ordered her to take care of her on the day when she was just determined to take care of the little princess. The prince speaks few words. If anyone in the palace can get a few words from the prince, others will praise his family’s ancestral grave with blue smoke, but the nursing mother is not happy at all. The prince’s voice seems to be something wrong...

Shuang'er and Liu'er withdrew, and the nurse turned around in a panic, quickly glanced at the prince, and then lowered her eyes and waited.

Song Jianing looked at her prince suspiciously, and Zhao Heng held her daughter's little hand with his big hand, only looking at her daughter.

Fu Gonggong who followed up nodded towards Song Jianing, and then interrogated the master: "Today you followed the princess into the palace, and you ran into Lord Guo at the gate of the palace. Did the princess order you to hand over the princess to Lord Guo?"

The nursing mother was at a loss, not knowing what to ask about such a trivial matter, Song Jianing's heart suddenly shrank, and she didn't even dare to look at the prince beside her. How did the prince know this? Except Guo Xiao hugged his daughter, does the prince know anything else? Who reported this to the prince, and how much does that person know?

Just when Song Jianing was panicking, the nurse truthfully confessed: "No, Lord Guo wants to hold the princess..."

Father Fu raised his eyebrows, but his voice did not change. He said in a chattering manner: "Master Guo wants to hold the princess, and you give it. Isn't it true that anyone who wants to hold the princess will not stop you?"

The nurse finally understood what she had done wrong, her face turned pale, she threw herself down on her knees, and kowtowed to the prince of longevity to apologize: "The prince, the maidservant knew that she was wrong. If you dare to grab the princess, the servants and maidservants will not let him succeed."

She really knew it was wrong, even though the nursing mother felt wronged too, Lord Guo is the elder son of the National Palace and the elder brother of the princess. It is only natural for the uncle to hug his niece. Who would have thought that the prince would object? She hadn't heard of any feasts between the prince and Lord Guo or the Guogong Mansion before, otherwise she would not give the princess to Lord Guo even if she heard the slightest news.

Father Fu turned his head and looked at the master.

Zhao Heng finally glanced at the nurse. When the princess was expecting childbirth, he prepared a total of four nurses and observed them for two months, leaving the two most honest ones. The daughter was just born, and they were given to two nursing mothers to try to feed them separately. The milk of Miao nursing mothers was more pleasing to her daughter, and she was left with her in the end.

The nursing mother cannot be replaced easily, and she is not guilty of knowing that she will not be punished severely.

"Ten." Zhao Heng retracted his gaze and said.

Father Fu understood, admonishing the nurse: "The prince thought you had served the princess for more than three months, and I will give you another chance. This time he will only be fined ten strokes, which is a lesson for you to remember. The princess Jinzhiyuye, what is it? Can people hug if they want?"

"The maidservant remembered, the maidservant no longer dared to make an opinion." The nurse leaned on the ground, gratitude and gratitude. Compared with being expelled from the palace by the prince, Shibanzi was just a meal of flesh and blood, and forbearance passed.

It's time for the lesson to be taught. Father-in-Law led the nurse away and went to the side yard to play a board.

During the east time, only a family of three remained. Zhaozhao didn't know anything, lying in his father's arms obediently, holding his father's big hand to play. Zhao Heng lowered his head slightly, his handsome face turned to his daughter, but his eyes were on the princess next to him.

Song Jianing's face was as white as paper. What does it mean that the prince punishes the nursing mother in front of her? The prince doesn't want Guo Xiao to hold his daughter. Does he simply dislike outsiders holding his daughter, or does he know what Guo Xiao thinks of her?

Concerning her innocence, Song Jianing did not dare to confess her entanglement with Guo Xiao. Glancing at the man's clothes, the elegant and elegant tea colors, Song Jianing secretly adjusted his emotions, then raised his head to look at him, and asked in a low voice anxiously: "The prince, is the prince not pleased by the brother?" , The prince has acquiesced.

Zhao Hengguang knew that she was frightened by herself. He glanced at her and said, "Not my uncle."

As early as the day she gave birth to her daughter, Zhao Heng believed that his little princess had no feelings for Guo Xiao based on her previous behavior, at least she was ruthless towards Guo Xiao, and the fault was all on Guo Xiao. It was Guo Xiao’s fault to approach her, and it was Guo Xiao’s fault to hold his daughter. He punished the nursing mother just to make her understand his attitude towards Guo Xiao, not to scare her.

Song Jianing thought about various reasons, except that he hadn't thought about her uncle and uncle. At this time, hearing the explanation from the prince, Song Jianing's heart was relieved. After a second thought, Song Jianing suddenly realized that if the prince knew that Guo Xiao was frivolous, he would question her when he came back, so how could he deal with the nursing mother first?

After a false alarm, Song Jianing relaxed and looked at the daughter he was holding. Song Jianing thought for a while and whispered in agreement: "I don't like him to be blatant, for fear that he can't hold him well."

Zhao Heng raised his eyes and saw her small white face like lilac petals, her long eyelashes hanging densely, covering the emotions in her eyes, but her red lips pouted slightly, and she was afraid that others would pursue her even when she complained. Like, only a little bit of the other side's evil was said, and he barely breathed out.

In the end, what did Guo Xiao do to her? She is completely hiss, but has Guo Xiao ever touched her?

Zhao Heng had no way of knowing that he couldn't ask her, he asked, if there was anything, she was afraid that she would die first.

However, thinking that Guo Xiao might have touched her hand, might have kissed her lips...

Zhao Heng pursed his lips.

As night fell, the twins and the nurse took away the little princess. The nursing mother is in good health and can still walk after ten slabs, but Song Jianing did not dare to let the nursing mother hold her daughter for the time being, so she sent the children over. It would be good for the nursing mother to feed her daughter at night and take a nap. When the daughter was gone, Song Jianing served the prince and undressed.

After the screen, Zhao Heng looked down at her. For some reason, Guo Xiao and her close together suddenly appeared in his mind. Guo Xiao handed her daughter. When she went to pick it up, she would be as close to Guo Xiao as she is now, right? Did Guo Xiao stare at her like he did? Did he smell the fragrance of her?

Zhao Heng breathed heavily, before taking off his robe, and suddenly strangled Song Jianing's waist. Song Jianing was taken aback. He looked up. Before he could see the person clearly, his mouth was caught by him. Without a gentle kiss, he broke in directly. Song Jianing was kissed by him for the first time. When she was at a loss, she was inexplicably throbbing and frightened for a day. She was afraid of being rejected by him, but her righteous husband was so enthusiastic... After a short accident, Song Jianing took the initiative to stand on tiptoe and circle her hands. The more eager he is, the more obedient she will be, and she will cooperate with him wholeheartedly. He likes to kiss her tongue, she will never hide, but obediently give it to him.

One is the prince who is usually cold and indifferent only at night, and the other is the princess who is courteous and submissive by day and only dares to be bold and bold at night. The two make up a pair, which is comparable to adding fuel to the fire. Zhao Heng was a head taller than her. He was too tired to bend over and kiss her. He raised her leg with one hand and wanted to hold her. Song Jianing was also tired on tiptoe. He noticed his intention and immediately raised the other leg.

Zhao Heng pushed her hands together, she suddenly became taller, holding his shoulders with her hands, lowering her head, her cheeks rosy, and her apricot eyes sentimental.

Zhao Heng likes this kind of her the most. Looking at the shy but bold eyes of the little princess, Zhao Heng's throat moved and asked for the first time: "Like?" The look in her eyes at the moment, Zhao Heng only eats the most in her Loved meals and pastries have been exposed, and there is nothing else, it's the couple's bed.

Song Jianing unexpectedly said that he actually spoke. Which girl is ashamed to admit that she likes intimacy? Song Jianing was embarrassed, she also wanted to be reserved, but when she recalled what she had done just now, she was eating his tongue and cuddling her waist and legs, and now she is being held up high by him. Song Jianing really doesn't have the face to lie.

Since he couldn't lie, Song Jianing hugged his shoulders shyly, lying on his shoulders with his face facing outwards, and hummed softly.

Zhao Heng rubbed her neck and said dumbly: "How much do you like it?"

When he was willing to speak, it was always when he was in a good mood. Song Jianing wanted to hear him say more, so he suppressed the restraint that a woman should have, and slowly turned around, not looking at his eyes, only leaning in front of his ears. Zhao Heng grabbed her leg tightly, thinking she would say something, but when he waited, the earlobe was caught by her soft mouth...

Without any preparation, Zhao Heng let out a muffled snort unconsciously.

Song Jianing's heart trembled and let go of his mouth. Just as he was about to see what the prince was looking on, the prince suddenly strode towards the babu bed, swiftly walking like a wind.

Song Jianing understood, the prince, he liked her very much.

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Jianing: What? Lord, speak louder, I can’t hear the wind too much!