National Beauty

The water in the tub surged. At first, the water was high, and it flew out like waves and hit the ground with crackling noises. Later, the water became less and less, and the big wave couldn’t get out. Sloshing in the tub, but the popping sound is still constant. Song Jianing clenched the side of the bucket tightly with her small hand, and was suddenly pulled over by him. His back hit his chest, causing her to bounce off. He turned her face with his big hand, and she kissed her without refusal.

Song Jianing...

Fortunately, this is the last madness of the prince, otherwise Song Jianing's neck will be broken.

Zhao Heng leaned against the wall of the barrel and turned her around to hug her face to face. Song Jianing was still limp, resting on his shoulders and panting. Zhao Heng lowered his eyes and saw her white and tender shoulders with a few hickeys and tooth marks scattered on it. Zhao Heng rubbed it with a delicate and warm touch. It took half a year to think about it.

After three consecutive games, both of them were a little lazy. Song Jianing opened his eyes and saw his white collarbone. On the upper side, his neck was divided into two colors from the middle. The bottom was almost white as hers, and the top was tanned. Imagining his prince running around under the scorching sun, Song Jianing raised his hand and gently touched his chin and neck.

Zhao Heng felt itchy and grabbed her hand.

Song Jianing could not move the palm of his hand, and continued to rub his fingertips. The princess was naughty, Zhao Heng lowered her head, looked at her eyes and said, "Itchy."

Song Jianing pursed her lips, staring at him in protest. Just now her neck was itchy, begging him not to kiss, he didn't keep kissing her head, just let her kiss her neck...now she only touched it twice, so why did he say an "itch" to her Don't touch it? Knowing that he had better talk now, Song Jianing continued to scratch his chin.

She is rarely courageous, Zhao Heng looked at her stubborn little eyes, smiled and let go.

Song Jianing smiled contentedly, touched enough, and said distressedly: "The prince is tanned."

Zhao Heng didn't pay attention to this. He misunderstood that she touched his neck because she minded. Zhao Heng asked in a low voice, "How?" Doesn't he like him being dark?

"It's more heroic." Song Jianing looked at his eyes and whispered. The prince with a crown-like face is like a god, and the prince with a tanned face, especially when he takes off his robe and reveals a strong and tight chest, he has the style of a Confucian general. He is no longer a scholar who can only write and paint, but can fight against enemies. Military commander.

Her eyes were full of infatuation, Zhao Heng was very helpful, and held her hand again: "Like this?" If she likes black faces, he can get even darker.

"I like it all." Song Jianing hugged his neck with both hands and said honestly.

The bright apricot eyes were in front of him, staring at him frankly and enthusiastically, Zhao Heng hugged her waist and kissed her eyes suddenly.

After seeing each other after a long absence, the couple embraced each other and enjoyed the quiet tenderness, but when Zhao Heng rubbed her forehead and was about to kiss her child again, the daughter's cry suddenly came from the yard. The desire for half a year was relieved, and the princess who had been thinking about it day and night was also in pain. Zhao Heng finally remembered his daughter who still refused to recognize him. He looked at each other with Song Jianing and immediately picked her up and stepped out of the tub and separated. pack.

Song Jianing's hair was loose and drenched, and it was time to take care of it. Zhao Heng was a person who worked hard, but the crown of his head was still neat and tidy. Just wipe his body and put on his clothes. Wearing the belt, seeing her wiping her hair behind the screen, and then listening to her daughter's grievances crying outside, Zhao Heng whispered, "I'll go there first."

Song Jianing hummed, and saw him turning to leave through the screen, she reminded with a guilty conscience: "Don't, don't let anyone see it."

Zhao Heng's figure pauses slightly and wants to agree, but even if the two of them just take a bath, they can take a bath for almost an hour, so those people still need to see?

Zhao Heng doesn't need to be covered, he is the master of this palace, and he doesn't need to worry about anyone in what he does.

There was no response, Zhao Heng went out as usual.

The nurse had entered the hall with the little princess, after all, Father Fu did not dare to neglect the little princess. Hearing the sound of footsteps, the nurse and Zhaozhao looked towards Xici at the same time, with two tears in his eyes, Zhaozhao glanced at his father and king, and continued to look inside, just looking for his mother. The nurse didn't dare to look directly at the prince. Before she lowered her eyes, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the water on the ground in Niijima, which was immediately covered by the curtain. The nurse had no time to think about it, she hugged the little princess and explained on her knees: "The lord, the princess usually accompanies the princess to eat with the princess. Just now the princess woke up and wanted the princess, the servant, and the servant incompetent..."

The nurse knew that the prince and concubine were busy getting close, and she really did her best to coax the little princess, but the little princess was beautiful and cute, but his temper was not so big. She had to give anything if she wanted, or she would cry. In fact, this is what the princess is used to, but the nurse also understands the princess. The princess is not at home, and there is a daughter beside the princess. All her thoughts are on the daughter. Of course, she wants to make every effort to make her happy.

Zhaozhao was still crying when the nurse was talking, with big tears hanging on her chubby face.

That little appearance was too pitiful, as if his mother didn't want her, Zhao Heng walked up to the nursing mother and reached out to pick up her daughter. Zhaozhao couldn't see her mother, and was sad and anxious. The strange man wanted to **** her. The little girl was so angry that she leaned back on the nurse's shoulder and began to cry.

Song Jianing heard it inside, and was too anxious, but because his clothes were stained with water, he couldn't go out to see people.

"Zhaozhao don't cry, father will take you to find your mother." Zhao Heng held his daughter's shoulders, because he was eager to coax her daughter, he said faster than usual and didn't stutter much, but the longevity prince who was bent on coaxing her daughter did not I noticed that the nanny who rarely had the opportunity to listen to the prince's mouth did not notice it, only the father-in-law, who was not far away, looked at the master in shock, and did not respond for a long time.

Zhaozhao didn't believe in the father, but fortunately the nurse also coaxed her. Zhaozhao listened to the nurse's persuasion and looked at Xijima, only then reluctantly opened his two small arms towards the father. Zhao Heng caught his daughter, walked towards the west without delay, and entered the house in a blink of an eye. Zhao Zhao opened his big watery eyes and saw the mother beside the screen. The little girl laughed all of a sudden. If Zhao Heng held her arms firmly, Zhao Zhao would rush out.

Song Jianing took a few steps quickly and took her daughter into his arms.

"Go to the East Room." Zhao Heng glanced at her half-wet skirt and said.

Song Jianing was embarrassed. Zhao Heng knew that she was thin-skinned and gently pushed her shoulders. Song Jianing had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow him. When he arrived in his bedroom, Song Jianing took off his shirt and skirt, dressed only in a cool coat and got into his babu bed, and then carried his daughter into his arms. Song Jianing has already returned to her milk. Zhao Zhao just had a meal from the nursing mother and just leaned in her mother's arms and was not hungry.

Zhao Heng was hungry, so he put down the gauze tent to block their wives, and then ordered Mr. Fu to prepare a meal.

As early as when the prince and princess "shower", the kitchen was ready to eat. The little eunuchs brought them to the bedroom. When they went out, Zhao Heng personally put the low table on the bed. The heavy pinewood low table was finally called King Shou. Showed strength in front of his princess. Song Jianing hugged her daughter and pointed at the prince who was working and smiled: "Look Zhao Zhao, how energetic the father is!"

It was the first time that Zhao Zhao saw a man who could move a table. The children were curious about new things. They leaned in the soft arms of their mother and stared at the father and the king intently. Anyway, as long as the mother is by his side, Zhao Zhao is not afraid of anything. Up.

Zhao Heng was not accustomed to his princess's full of rustic praise, but he could coax his daughter to look at him. Zhao Heng put it up and sat on the bedside, trying to touch his daughter's chubby hand. Zhao Zhao dodges swiftly, but is still on guard. Zhao Heng helplessly said to Song Jianing: "Let’s eat rice first."

Song Jianing nodded, holding her daughter and sitting in the north, Zhao Heng sitting in the east.

On the dinner table, there was a bowl of badly cooked noodles and a bowl of egg custard, both of which were Zhaozhao's supplementary food. Song Jianing took a bite by himself and then continuously fed his daughter. Zhao Zhao sat steadily on his mother's lap, holding the table with two chubby hands, obediently opening his mouth and waiting for him to feed him, his eyes kept staring at the father and king who was diagonally opposite.

Zhao Heng tried again: "My mother is tired, my father holds him."

Zhaozhao watched him speak, but didn't respond.

Song Jianing secretly worried for the prince, to coax the children to like it must be able to save the face, and he has to ask the children, especially when the children know something, but the prince is noble, not an ordinary person, and may have never asked someone in his life. , And the prince can't speak well, and can't coax him continuously, so it's even harder for his daughter to see him.

Seeing that the prince was not in the mood to eat anymore, Song Jianing put down the porcelain spoon, thought for a while, blushed and said to her husband: "Prince, you, you feed me a bite. Seeing that I am willing to eat what you feed, you feed her later, she will just I'm willing to eat." My daughter trusts her the most, she will like whoever she likes.

Zhao Heng listened, glanced at the tabletop, and then looked at her shy look, awkwardly, he deliberately clipped a roasted pig's feet to her.

"Lord..." Song Jianing pouted and acted like a baby. The pig's feet were almost bigger than half of her face. How could she have eaten it in one bite?

Zhao Heng looked at her and smiled.

Song Jianing couldn't help but laughed too, with sweetness in his smile.

Zhao Zhao raised his head and saw that his mother smiled so beautifully. When he looked at the man diagonally across, the precautions in Zhao Zhao's eyes gradually disappeared.

Zhao Heng also picked up a piece of egg from the scrambled eggs with rice white, and handed it to Song Jianing's mouth.

Song Jianing opened his mouth with a smile and ate.

After feeding the big one, Zhao Heng replaced it with a spoon, scooped a half spoonful of rotten noodles, handed it to his daughter, and then imitated her, softly coaxing, "Zhaozhao opened his mouth."

Zhaozhao hesitated.

"Father, let's eat it quickly." Song Jianing softly helped her husband.

Zhao Zhao looked at his mother, and then slowly opened his mouth.

The daughter finally accepted him. Zhao Heng struck the iron while it was hot, and fed several mouthfuls in a row. He tried to hold his daughter to his side and made a clear profit, but he still gave his father a face. Putting his daughter to sit on his lap, watching the soaring twitch on the top of his daughter's head, Zhao Heng's eyes were rare and gentle, and he bowed his head and kissed his daughter's little twitch.

Zhaozhao raised his head high, wondering why the father wanted to eat her hair.

"Zhao Zhao is really beautiful." Zhao Heng praised from the bottom of his heart to his daughter's big clear and watery eyes.

Zhaozhao likes others to praise her for her beauty the most, she grinned and smiled beautifully.

His daughter was coaxed to laugh, Zhao Heng was quite proud, turned his head to look at his princess, but saw Song Jianing staring at him blankly, with a look of astonishment.

Zhao Heng frowned, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable. He just took care of coaxing his daughter. Did he neglect the majesty that the prince should have?

"Master, you, what did you just say?" Song Jianing nervously wanted to confirm it again, lest he had heard it wrong.