National Beauty

Song Jianing missed her prince, and Zhao Heng missed her too.

Zhao Heng wants her baby girl, Zhao Zhao...

Zhao Zhao is most familiar with the mother and the nurse, either hug. Now she is suddenly snatched from the breast by a strange man. Zhao Zhao stopped doing it all at once and turned to find her mother. When Zhao Heng left the capital, his daughter was only more than three months old and she had no energy. Now the little girl is nine months old. She pushed her father's chest with her little hand and protruded a large part of it. Zhao Heng had no preparations and almost let her The little girl fell out and hurriedly hugged her tightly, she was shocked by a layer of sweat on her body in an instant.

His sudden grasp of his daughter was too obvious, and his footsteps stopped. Song Jianing glanced at the prince's rare face, the indifferent prince instantly became the once intimate husband, and the strangeness disappeared. The pressure eased, Song Jianing stood beside him, holding his daughter's chubby hand with one hand, and smiled and taught: "This is the father, Zhao Zhao doesn't miss the father, hug him quickly."

Zhao Heng's eyes changed slightly. His daughter actually remembered him, and still knew she missed him?

Song Jianing was lying, of course, Zhao Zhao immediately dismantled his mother without mercy. He didn't even see the so-called father, who was pointing at the mother. He stretched out his little hand and hummed for his mother to hug him, like a white and fat little lamb. , To break free from the arms of the big bad wolf father. Song Jianing was embarrassed, she couldn't see her daughter being afraid, and couldn't bear the prince's love for a daughter. My dear daughter, the prince must be bad.

Zhao Heng was the little princess who missed him very much, but his daughter was so upset that she was crying. Zhao Heng didn't want her daughter to be wronged. He glanced at Song Jianing and motioned to her to pick him up. Song Jianing laughed helplessly, took her daughter, and explained to her in a low voice: "When Zhao Zhao just saw you, he was a little confessed. After a while, he likes his father to hug her."

Zhao Heng looked at his mother, leaning his head against his mother's shoulder, staring at his daughter vigilantly, and smiled faintly.

The couple of King Chu walked far away. The family of three walked slowly, and it was 20 kilograms. Song Jianing's two small arms began to sore after not taking a few steps, and his cheeks became red from exhaustion, and the foreheads and noses appeared. Sweat, in early July, the sun was still tanning. When Zhao Heng heard her breathing incorrectly, he turned his head and saw her delicate and charming look. He couldn't help but pause. To the daughter who kept staring at him even though she didn't give him a hug, he said: "Father and king."

Song Jianing looked down at her daughter.

Zhao Zhao twisted his head, refused with a gesture, and raised his little hand to hug his mother. The white and fat hand happened to be on the top of his mother's clothes. The flat place became flatter, and the drum area became more bulging. Zhao Heng stared at that place, and the heat above his head rushed all the way down his throat. If Song Jianing felt a little bit, he only felt that his arm was weaker.

She couldn't hold her anymore, Song Jianing turned sideways, and while beckoning the nursing mother to come with her eyes, she softly coaxed her daughter: "Mother can't hold her anymore."

Zhao Zhao glanced at the flushed face of his mother, and obediently stretched out his hand towards the nurse.

The nurse smiled and picked up the young princess. She just hugged her, and suddenly felt a chilling gaze on her face. The nurse looked suspiciously, and only saw the tall figure of Shou Wang Ye. There was no one else except the princess who was still watching her. .

The nursing mother got used to holding the baby, her arms were strong, and she walked to the outside of the palace until she finally showed fatigue. Song Jianing got into the carriage first, then squatted in the carriage to take her daughter outside, staring defensively at the man next to him as if trying to grab her, and when his little hand touched his mother, he hurried over. Song Jianing shook it, and then he got a big hand on his shoulder. Support her firmly.

Song Jianing raised his eyes and ran into the deep and quiet eyes of his prince, looking at her calmly.

Now the quieter and more indifferent, compared to the night of the prince’s silent enthusiasm, that Jing also became hot, burning in her heart, Song Jianing did not dare to look again, holding her daughter in, turned around and just sat down On the couch, the light in front dimmed, and the tall man also came in. The mother and daughter were sitting in the wide and smooth carriage, and suddenly appeared cramped and cramped.

Song Jianing moved aside, feeling the sight of the prince looking over, if she hadn't had a daughter, she wouldn't know where to put her hand.

"Hot?" Zhao Heng suddenly raised his hand and pressed his fingertips on her blushing face. He felt sweat and shame, but Song Jianing felt that his fingers were cool, making it very comfortable to stick to her. But before she could answer, the man's entire palm was stuck up, his four fingers cupped her face, and his thumb moved along her lips little by little, clearly squirming.

There was a thud in Song Jianing's mind, and the fire broke out. He couldn't help but lifted his head and closed his eyes.

The hand came to her neck, and the cool fingertips naturally penetrated her neckline. Song Jianing imagined that the prince's slender and white fingers were pressed against her chest, and his body weakened and leaned weakly against the car wall. She is like a newly opened peony. Zhao Heng's throat rolls, he has already touched the edge of the fat, and suddenly he feels heavy on his wrist.

Zhao Heng returned to his senses and was shocked to realize that he did not know when he was actually in front of her, only a few inches away from her rosy cheeks. His eyes moved down, and his daughter was pulling his hand with her big eyes, not letting him touch her mother. Dear. His daughter's clear and angry eyes like a plate of cold water splashed on his head dazzled by desire, Zhao Heng immediately retracted his hand, sat upright again, and turned his head to look out the window.

After driving away the "bad man", Zhaozhao hugged his mother's neck with both hands, like a sticky little gourd, and hung tightly on her breast. Song Jianing held her daughter with her face flushed and her heart beating. She secretly glanced at the man and saw that he was doing something like that to her a moment ago. Now that he has become a serious god, Song Jianing wants to laugh inexplicably. With a smile, Song Jianing rubbed the top of his daughter's head, and turned his head to the other side. There was obvious regret in Rushui's eyes, which seemed to be resentment.

In fact, she kind of liked what the prince did just now. The more difficult it is for him to hold on to himself, the more it shows that he misses her.

The carriage was rolling forward, and the inside of the carriage was quiet. Song Jianing unconsciously patted her daughter. When the carriage stopped in front of the palace, Zhao Zhao fell asleep, but after playing in the palace for so long, she should indeed be sleepy. Zhao Heng got out of the carriage first, and then carried his little princess again as he wished.

It was almost noon, and the sun was getting brighter. Song Jianing followed him, and soon noticed that the prince's back was wet. Thinking of him rushing back in the dust, and seeing the obvious difference between his face and the skin color under the collar, Song Jianing was distressed and went to the front yard to go to the room. She stepped forward to pick up her daughter: "The lord, go take a bath, I will hold you. Zhaozhao returned to the room."

Unexpectedly, the man would not let go.

Song Jianing looked up in confusion.

Father-in-law and nursing mother were a few steps away, Zhao Heng glanced at the two of them, then looked at the stupid princess, and commanded inaudibly: "Serve me."

She was ignorant, his eyes were a bit cold, but under the cold, there was a fire that had been suppressing for half a year, and Song Jianing's ears were hot, dizzy and almost unable to stand. It’s no wonder that Song Jianing hadn’t thought that she had been married for so long, except that the prince took the initiative to take her for a bath after the night was over. He usually cleaned up in the front yard before going to see her. Song Jianing had no chance to serve him in the daytime.

Why did the prince tell her to serve him today?

Song Jianing knew that because of this, she was weak and weak.

Zhao Heng glanced at her, turned around and walked to the door, handed the sleeping daughter to the nurse, and then coldly told Father Fu: "Prepare water."

Father Fu also just came back from the outside and followed a car. It was hotter than the owner, but he couldn't take a break, so he went to make arrangements. In a blink of an eye, there were only the couple left in the hall, Zhao Heng turned back to her, grabbed her wrist and walked towards the next room. His hands are also hot, like a ball of fire surrounding her, about to burn her sleeves.

Song Jianing was too nervous, so nervous to just look at him, just think about what's going to happen next, inadvertently forgot to step under the foot, the man stepped into the threshold, but she embroidered the toes of the shoes and hit the threshold, exclaimed, the whole person turned towards Pounced before. Zhao Heng felt wrong and turned around, but she fell into his arms and fell into his arms.

One is dry wood, and the other is raging fire. When there are people, they need to be decent. Now there is no one, and the fire and wood suddenly turned into a huge fire. Zhao Heng pinched her slender waist with both hands and lifted the person to the couch with a slight force. Song Jianing was dizzy and fell there instinctively remembering, then propped up his upper body, and he came over with heavy air pressure.

"king……"

Song Jianing wanted to call him, but halfway through the call, he was blocked by him, and even his tongue was caught by him.

He was so eager, Song Jianing ignored him, wrapped his hands around his neck, and kissed him frantically, without even the man pausing in shock. The husband and wife were separated for half a year, and he was busy patrolling the Yellow River, just thinking about errands, but Song Jianing was worried, worried that he would be swept away by the flood, worried about major events in the palace, worried that he would be anxious for King Chu...

He was not in the capital, she seemed to have lost her backbone, and she would be frightened and frightened for any troubles. How could he think of it?

Zhao Heng couldn't think of it. Maybe people would worry about her being afraid when they were outside. But now, Zhao Heng just felt that the little princess, who had been absent for half a year, really wanted him to be crazy. But which man would not like such madness? At this meal, Zhao Heng had no intention of pitying. He lifted the hem of her skirt and touched her **** as if she had passed the water. Knowing that she was ready long ago, Zhao Heng pressed her and pulled away the belt indiscriminately with both hands. Didn't take off, stood up fiercely...

Song Jianing didn't come up in one breath and almost died.

When Zhao Heng saw it, he was so scared that he hurriedly stopped, only the immortal family thing was still about to move.

"An An." Zhao Heng patted her face lightly, really scared. I never saw her like this on the night of getting married...weak.

Song Jianing's eyes rolled and slowly came over. At the worried look in the prince's eyes, Song Jianing rejoiced and complained a little bit after the catastrophe: "You, are you in such a hurry, do you want my life?" for half a year Nothing, he didn't want to think about what capital he was, and he didn't pity her at all.

Song Jianing looked at him grievously, as if his body was held down by a stake, and he dared not move anywhere.

Just as Zhao Heng was about to speak, a drop of sweat rolled off his forehead and slid down his face, making it itchy and uncomfortable.

Seeing him frown, Song Jianing thoughtfully helped him wipe the sweat from his chin. With such a simple action, she lightly opened her red lips and took a few breaths. Knowing that she really couldn't stand it, Zhao Heng took control of her for the time being, and his gaze fell on the hem of her stacked dresses. He supported her on the couch with one hand and helped her undress first.

Song Jianing blushed and turned her head and closed her eyes.

The two of them didn't talk, only breathing harder and harder. The little eunuchs in the yard lifted the tub, came in with hot water, turned around and sent it to the west room, separated by a wall, heavy footsteps, and the sound of pouring water. Passed clearly. Song Jianing's eyes were closed, and his soul seemed to float out gently. He turned into a maid, opened the door and entered, and then looked on the couch and saw the prince, who is usually not angry and prestigious, kneeling there, with a white greasy under his body. people……

Just thinking about it, Song Jianing couldn't stand it anymore, covering his face with one hand, and grabbing the skirt he had thrown away with the other, trying to cover herself.

Zhao Heng stared at her hand and saw that she was actually shy with strength, Zhao Heng khan was raining, suddenly leaned over.

Song Jianing grabbed the hand of the dress and immediately changed to cover his mouth. Xingyan looked at him in surprise and pleading, flushed and shook his head, begging him to wait a little longer, and wait for Father Fu to lead the eunuchs down. But Zhao Heng had been waiting for half a year. After waiting for her for a long while, listening to the sound of the water in the West, Zhao Heng pulled her hand down, then blocked her red mouth, and slammed her legs tightly.

Song Jianing whispered, his body swaying like white tofu, swaying from the front of the couch to the inside of the couch, his head hit the window sill and there was nowhere to go before he was picked up. The window is a glazed window. I can see clearly during the day. Song Jianing had no guts. He wanted to lie down again while holding his shoulders. Zhao Heng suddenly roared, hooping her waist and rising up.

He leaned back, and Song Jianing followed him down, his sweaty face pressed against his undulating chest, and his temples were messy.

Zhao Heng pinched her fat punishingly, gently pinching, not willing to work hard, and muttered: "Don't hide." She could have been struggling for a long time, and she was to blame. She is like this, and her daughter hides. The strength he holds may be that he has learned from his mother. Thinking this way, Zhao Heng increased his strength.

"The prince..." Song Jianing was in pain, and moved forward instinctively, but when he moved, the prince's things were returned to him.

Song Jianing's body became stiff, and Zhao Heng didn't feel it. He held her with his hands, arched her nose away from her messy hair, and kissed her cheek. He thought about that before, but now he misses someone. Feeling that her hair was too intrusive, Zhao Heng turned her around and pushed away the strands of hair sticking to her face. Song Jianing lay on his back and watched his eyes fiddle with her intently. Song Jianing seemed to have something flowing out of his heart and blurted out: "Master, I miss you so much."

Zhao Heng looked at her and smiled: "I know." So he finished his errands ahead of time and came back on Qixi Festival.

Song Jianing pursed her lips, it was not what she wanted to hear.

The light in those apricot eyes dimmed, as if regretful, Zhao Heng was surprised, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Song Jianing glanced at him, then lowered her eyes, unable to hide her grievances: "Master, do you miss me?" She wanted to hear him say something sweet.

It turned out that the little princess was unhappy because of this. Zhao Heng laughed and clicked on her slightly pouted mouth. Zhao Heng leaned over, with her lips touching her earlobes, and said quietly: "I leave Beijing, I think about it every night. ."

The low love words came from the mouth of her reticent prince, Song Jianing's lips rose, but the sweetness was rising, and the consternation came again.

Song Jianing's eyes widened in disbelief.

He heard a joke of laughter: "Happy?"

She thought, he would give it until she was satisfied.