National Beauty

The long-apart husband and wife are still at a young age. It is not greedy to blame. Zhao Heng held his little princess again that night. Unlike the craziness that seems to vent more in the daytime, Zhao Heng appeared gentle and lazy this time, resting on her, paying more attention to her face, watching her gradually reveal a cute look that is unsatisfactory and unsatisfactory.

She didn't say anything, Zhao Heng didn't know it, and continued to swallow slowly.

Song Jianing covered her mouth with one hand, and twisted her head to the left and right for a while, wherever it was itchy, he helped her scratch and didn't scratch at the right place, instead spinning around. Song Jianing endured bitterly. He grabbed and raised Sudden's hand. Song Jianing looked at him beggingly. Zhao Heng ignored him and didn't give her what she wanted most. Instead, he stopped and immersed his head under her neck.

This time Song Jianing not only twisted his head, but also twisted his body, holding his hair in a small hand and tugging wildly.

Zhao Heng held her hand again.

"Master..." Song Jianing called out crying, and she was afraid that she could not help moving if she didn't speak.

Zhao Heng said, his mouth was still busy.

"Master, I, I'm sleepy, hurry up." Song Jianing held his head and gave himself an excuse to urge.

Zhao Heng frowned. At this time, she said she was sleepy?

A little displeased, she looked up and saw her red and sweaty face with misty apricot eyes, clearly begging, Zhao Heng understood, the little princess was playing with him. Since she was "sleepy", Zhao Heng went down, held half of her shoulder with one hand, and supported the bed with the other, and gently kissed her forehead: "Okay."

Song Jianing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and lifted it up in a long breath. Before he could get out, the prince who was still gentle and water suddenly turned into a roaring turbulence from the top of the mountain, continuously hitting the rock below. Song Jianing's rock was not stable enough, and she was about to move when she rushed. Zhao Heng's big hand moved back and she couldn't move.

The movement and stillness became too fast, Song Jianing couldn't stand it, and asked him, only "Wang Wang Wang..."

She couldn't say the second word at all.

The gust of wind passed, Song Jianing's mouth couldn't close her mouth, her legs didn't need to be said, half of the mattress was too much to get, Zhao Heng took her to take a bath, Shuang'er and Liu'er came in with a clean bedding, one rolled up and wet. One of the old mattresses was replaced with a new one. When Zhao Heng returned with Song Jianing, the bed was neat and tidy.

"Thirst..." Song Jianing said, sitting cross-legged, touching his throat. The water is about to be squeezed dry by him.

Zhao Heng brought a teapot and bowl, and poured a bowl for each of them.

Song Jianing gurgled and drank two bowls before he was full. Putting down his hand, he caught sight of the prince staring at her and smiling. Song Jianing pursed his lips and turned to complain, "The prince will bully people." She reacted when he took a bath. Whether it's fast, it's all deliberate. "

"You are my princess." Zhao Heng took away the tea bowl, grabbed her with a big hand, and hugged her on his lap, with his hands around her shoulders.

This is a very intimate and spoiling action. Song Jianing looks at his stretched eyebrows and can feel that the prince is in a good mood tonight. After four love games a day, the relationship between the two seems to have deepened. Missing the desire for her made Song Jianing feel closer to the prince.

"Master, are you going to recover?" After staring at each other for a moment, Song Jianing found a more euphemistic way.

The light on Zhao Heng's face faded a little, and she squeezed her slender but fleshy arm, and said, "Unknown, at most, five words."

Knowing that she was carrying this in her heart, Zhao Heng took the initiative to explain, and then silently looked at her.

Song Jianing hoped that he would fully recover. He was not disappointed when he heard this. There was only sincere trust and encouragement in his eyes: "You can say more if you can say five words. Don't worry, let's move forward gradually." Song Jianing thought a lot for a while , Why can't King Chu and she let the prince say one more word?

Because they are all grown-ups, the prince must take care of his face, fearing that he will be ridiculed or sympathized by others. From this, Song Jianing imagined the prince when he was a child. He must have been laughed at a lot, and he became more and more silent, cherishing words like gold.

Such a prince makes her feel bad.

Song Jianing hugged her man.

Zhao Heng touched her head and whispered: "This matter will be kept secret for the time being and cannot be passed on." He hopes to cure the oral disease. Sooner or later, he will make it public, but for now, there is no time yet.

Song Jianing had known the temper of his prince a long time ago, so he didn't like to be swaggered, but a good painting he had made was hidden and tucked away. Song Jianing couldn't understand, but she was obedient and promised obediently: "Well, I don't even say my mother."

Zhao Heng smiled and pinched her nose.

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After finishing an errand, Zhao Heng got half a month's leave. He accompanied his wife and daughter on the first day of returning to Beijing. On the second day, King Chu came by appointment, and Zhao Heng was in the front yard to entertain his elder brother.

"The complexion is good." The king of Chu patted his brother on the shoulder teasingly, but Zhao Heng could see that his brother's smile was far less cheerful than before.

Like last year after the burial of the King of Wu'an County, Zhao Heng once again asked his brother to go boating on the lake. The sun was shining. This time, Father Fu arranged a small boat with a canopy. The last time the King of Chu rowed a boat, today Zhao Heng took the initiative to take the boat Artemisia and pushed to the bottom of the lake, and the boat floated out for some distance. There was a lotus in the lake, and a few pink lotuses were blooming. When the boat got close to the lotus, Zhao Heng put down Artemisia and bent over into the boat canopy.

King Chu had already drank it. He didn't sit on the chair properly. He leaned back on the chair, carrying the wine jar in his hand, and drank sulky mouthfuls.

There was still a jar of wine on the table, Zhao Heng didn't move, and sat beside his brother with his hands empty, and also sat on the ground.

"Big Brother..."

He wanted to persuade him, and the king of Chu raised his hand to interrupt him, took another sip, and said to Hujing as if he was talking to himself: "When the emperor followed the uncle to fight in all directions, only the emperor was at home watching us. You are still young and can’t remember, I still remember, I climbed a tree to dig out the bird’s nest and broke my leg. The emperor scolded me, and then he climbed up and moved the bird’s nest down."

Zhao Heng said nothing.

King Chu drank again, took a sip and talked about old things, everything was related to the emperor's uncle. From digging out the bird’s nest to sending off the birthday gift of his brother, all he could remember was over, and King Chu finally remembered that his brother was next to him. Turned his head to look at his brother. Zhao Heng snatched the empty wine jar, and calmly said to his brother: "My father treats you, if you have a mistake, you can't be worse."

The love between uncles and nephews, and between father and son, must be clearly distinguished, and the father and the emperor are better to the eldest brother. Zhao Heng is very aware of his brother’s impulsiveness and recklessness. Father is still willing to forgive his brother after being confronted by his brother so many times. On the basis of love alone, Zhao Heng cannot pick out any fault of his father. At least, the father does not owe his brother, he shouldn’t. So resentful.

King Chu was stunned for a moment, looking at his younger brother's implicit reprimand, King Chu suddenly remembered his father's favor. Counting the five younger brothers who died young, they had five brothers. The father taught him how to ride and shoot arrows. The first time he slammed his mouth, the father spanked him, he wanted to marry Feng Zheng, and the father immediately made the decision for him...

The good things of the emperor father surfaced, but the head of the king of Chu hurts even more. Why can’t the emperor father be better and be a good brother again...

"How innocent the emperor is!" King Chu bowed his head, supported his head with both hands, his fingers sunk deeply into the bun. His pain was so painful that his head exploded.

Zhao Heng admitted that he admitted that the emperor's uncle was framed, but he would never say it, and would never accuse the emperor of his father. As a father, he naturally wants to leave the best to his children. The father and the emperor are sitting in that position. He is not cruel. It is the emperor's turn to succeed. The Wuan County King is a lesson for the four brothers.

People are not sages, and no one can know everything. As early as when the father decided to be the emperor of this country, some roads were already set.

"Where in a different place, the emperor will also expel his father and emperor." Zhao Heng said coldly, with a majestic face that made people unable to question.

King Chu looked at his younger brother in disbelief, would he? If the emperor is enthroned...

A figure appeared in his mind. King Chu shook his head and reminded his brother: "Uncle..."

"Uncle wants to move the capital to Xijing, change the capital, and change Jingzhaoyin." Zhao Heng said slowly, not to avoid stuttering, but to let his brother follow his words. The emperor Gaozu ascended the throne and indeed named his father Jing Zhaoyin and gave him the title of quasi-prince. However, in the later period of his reign, the uncle repeatedly proposed to move the capital, which was profound and intriguing.

King Chu just didn't want to complicate people. Now, after being reminded by his younger brother, he learned that his uncle did not really want to pass on the throne to his younger brother. Something that King Chu had been holding on to his heart suddenly fell apart and shattered all over the floor.

"Heavenly family, first the emperor and ministers, then the blood relatives." Zhao Heng held his brother's shoulders, and finally said, "Big brother, the emperor's uncle leaving Beijing, it may not be a disaster." Living is better than anything, at least the father did not want the emperor Uncle's fate only demoted the title, but still read brotherhood.

King Chu understood. Thinking of the Wu'an County King who was forced to commit suicide by his father, thinking of the defenses between the three brothers of the father and the blood of the monarch and ministers, the king of Chu suddenly raised his head and laughed, smiling with something rolling off his eyes. . If being born in the royal family means fratricidal uncles and nephews to become enemies, then he would rather be born in the homes of ordinary people!

The brother laughed at the desolation, Zhao Heng furrowed his brows, and a strong sense of exhaustion surged in his heart. The brother was too affectionate and was afraid that he would not be able to get out.

"Brother, if I sit in that chair, I will never treat you the same way."

A hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder, Zhao Heng raised his eyes.

King Chu grabbed his brother's shoulders, his bloodshot eyes looked at his younger brother's eyes that seemed to be always calm and indifferent, and King Chu repeated it again with a sonorous and powerful voice. Perhaps most emperors would choose like his father, but if it were him, King Chu would never frame his younger brother. He would tell his younger brother directly that he would leave the throne to his son. Other things would be chosen by the younger brother. If the younger brother insists on grabbing, then he will beat his younger brother until he gets rid of his thoughts.

Zhao Heng's eyes were astringent, and instead he held his brother's hand, like two vines growing out of the roots, clasping tightly together.

The elder brother would not be the emperor, nor would he frame him for that position, so Zhao Heng would not be the emperor of the father, as long as the elder didn't want to give it to him, he would never take it from his elder brother.