National Beauty

As night fell, Song Jianing ate with her daughter. Because the prince was still at the banquet in the Guogong's mansion, Song Jianing personally took her daughter back to the penthouse, and then carried her daughter to the bed.

Zhao Zhao was not sleepy yet, after washing her hands, feet and cheeks, the little girl ran around on the bed, talking to her mother in two and three words. Song Jianing was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at her daughter. Today, Guo Xiao got married. She was pretending to have something in her heart. The first time she saw the daughter who married his wife, she was very excited.

"Okay, I'm going to bed." Song Jianing patted the pillow and told her daughter to come over, "Go to bed early and go to the palace tomorrow morning."

Zhao Zhao just lay down on the bed obediently and lay down, Xingyan blinked and blinked at his mother, still not wanting to sleep.

Song Jianing lay on the bed, huddled with her daughter on a pillow, gently patted her daughter, and softly told the story of the fox mother teaching the little fox to groom her. Last spring hunting, the white fox hunted by the prince was still kept in the palace. Zhaozhao liked it, and also liked listening to her mother telling about foxes. Listening to this, the little girl’s eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and she soon fell asleep with eyelashes. Dense and long.

The daughter is too beautiful and cute. Song Jianing was a little bit reluctant to leave. He looked intently for a long time before leaning over to kiss his daughter's face, and then propped his arms to sit up. Unexpectedly, she had just moved, and a pair of big hands suddenly appeared on her shoulders. Song Jianing was startled, and a familiar voice came from above her head: "It's me."

Song Jianing looked up in surprise.

Zhao Heng lowered his eyes to look at her. Under the light, her plump face was flushed as jade, his brows were crisp and elegant.

The daughter fell asleep, and the couple did not speak tacitly. Zhao Heng helped Song Jianing sit upright. Knowing that it was inconvenient for her to bend over, he squatted down and picked up her embroidered shoes to help her wear. Song Jianing was flattered and had received all kinds of good things from him. He had never had this kind of service before. She shrank her little feet in thick cotton socks, and softly declined: "I'll do it myself..."

Zhao Heng didn't lift his head, only grabbed her thin ankles, and skillfully helped her put on embroidered shoes, just like when he puts on his daughter's shoes.

Song Jia looked at him quietly. Tonight, the prince went to the wedding banquet. He came back earlier than she expected. His face was pale, unlike anyone who had drunk wine, and there was no trace of alcohol on him. It was not as good as Prince Gong and Li Mulan. When we got married, somehow I could smell a bit of wine. Song Jianing was very confused, and was led out of the door by him. Song Jianing asked in a low voice, "Why does the prince come back so early?"

On the 20th of the first lunar month, there was still a crescent moon in the night sky.

The quieter, the more suitable for admiring the moon, and the more suitable for admiring people.

Under the corridor light, Zhao Heng stopped her feet and held her little hand with both hands. Song Jianing looked up blankly, the cold moonlight diminished the natural charm of her eyebrows, but a pair of clear apricot eyes were like a stream, reflecting the moonlight, like a orchid blooming at night, only for those around her. Men look.

"I miss you, so I came back." Zhao Heng squeezed her hand in a low voice.

Song Jianing opened her lips slightly, stunned by this unexpected love story.

Zhao Heng smiled and slowly brought his stupid little princess into his arms, hugged him, and gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head. From the day she married him, she has always kept herself safe, everything depends on his face before making a decision. He needs her to serve him, and she does her best to serve him with tea and squeeze her shoulders. He needs to be alone when he has a problem. , She stayed alone in the backyard and would never disturb him in the front yard.

Before getting married, Zhao Heng spent 19 years alone. He is used to being alone. After getting married, he also needs a quiet and gentle wife. She happened to be such a person, Zhao Heng was very satisfied, but until tonight, Guo Xiao, who saw her coveting her but couldn't get her, married Princess Duanhui, and when he watched Guo Xiao relieve his sorrows by drinking, Zhao Heng really realized that, He can marry her, marry a woman who suits him everywhere, and be able to stay with such a princess forever, it is his best fortune in this life.

She is gentle, she treats him wholeheartedly, she gave him a beautiful daughter, this is not her duty, but her good.

So Zhao Heng didn't talk sweet words to her, he just told the truth, he did miss her, so he came back.

Picking up his princess, Zhao Heng walked slowly, entered the inner room, and put her on the bed.

Song Jianing was dumbfounded, always feeling that there was something wrong with the prince tonight. It was so good to her, there was no sign at all.

Taking off her boots, Zhao Heng also came up and helped her lie down. Song Jia Ning stared at him happily, trying to find out the reason for his gentleness, Zhao Heng kissed his forehead, smiled and asked: "The story, you made up yourself?" What big fox taught the little fox to comb the hair with its mouth and use its claws. Washing his face, he wanted to laugh, but she was so serious about it.

Song Jianing heard that he was smiling, hummed, hugged his waist and muttered: "What if I made up it? Zhaozhao likes to listen to it." His daughter loves to listen, which is a good story.

"The story is good." Zhao Heng rubbed her head like praise.

Just as Song Jianing was about to laugh, he heard him murmur in her ear: "Tell me one." She may not know how tender her voice was at that time, so tender that he envied his daughter and envied everything born later. child.

Song Jianing blinked and asked happily, "What do you want to hear?"

Zhao Heng touched her soft hair, her voice suddenly became dull, moved down, looked at her eyes and said, "Little fox, how did you come here?"

Little foxes, of course, are born of male foxes and female foxes.

Faced with his deep gaze, Song Jianing's face gradually became hot, and soon the heat rushed all over his body like a spring breeze.

His lips pressed against him, Song Jianing swallowed unconsciously, his small hand vacantly grasped his arm, for fear that he would press it over. Her prince was restrained. When he was pregnant with a daughter, the prince never did it. It should be because he was afraid of hurting the child. But tonight, as his breathing became heavier and heavier, Song Jianing gradually felt that tonight, the prince was afraid , Once impulsively.

Zhao Heng was indeed moved. He had known for a long time that a woman could have **** with her husband after three months of pregnancy. Just be careful, but when she conceived a daughter for the first time, the relationship between the two was far less close at this time. Although Zhao Heng was occasionally impulsive, he wanted to maintain the prince. Decent, I couldn't help it, so I went to the front yard to sleep in a separate room. now……

No matter how polite, it is the livelihood.

"Do you want to?" Zhao Heng asked bewilderedly as his fingers hovered under the hem of her clothes.

Song Jianing was ashamed of telling his teeth.

Zhao Heng had a way to know her true answer, found it, and deliberately tapped her cheek to leave a little moisture.

"Master, I, I'm afraid..." It's really going to happen, Song Jianing is nervous, afraid of the baby in his stomach.

"I have a sense of measure." Zhao Heng assured calmly.

This is his princess and that is his child. How could he be careless?

Only make an exception tonight, and later, he will continue to exercise restraint.

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In the hall of Weiguo Gongfu, the hall was full of alcohol. Guo Xiao didn't know how many jars he drank, and everything was double-image. Someone came by. Guo Xiao shook his head and reached out to pick up the bowl, but his wrist was caught. Guo Xiao slowly raised his head and saw a familiar cold face, but he couldn't remember who it was...

Guo Boyan knew at a glance that his son was already drunk, and he couldn't even recognize it. If he drinks it any more, he may feel weak in the bridal chamber.

"Bring the horse to the new house." Seeing Rui Wang lying on the table, Guo Boyan told Ashundao.

Ashun hurriedly supported the master and left. In the second half of the first month, the day may be warmer, and the cold wind is still bitter at night, making Guo Xiao a little clearer. The house in front seemed to be dangling, and the red lanterns under the eaves of the corridor were also dangling, dangling, and there was a figure in red clothes at the door. Guo Xiao straightened his eyes, trying to see her clearly.

"Cousin, why did you drink it like this?" Princess Duanhui said anxiously. The cousins ​​and cousins ​​are too familiar with each other. Princess Duanhui has almost no embarrassment and restraint of newlyweds. She hurriedly greeted him and helped Ashun together. Guo Xiao. Guo Xiao could not see clearly, but he could hear clearly. He heard the woman calling his cousin, so he remembered that it was his bridal festoon tonight, and he married his cousin Princess Duanhui.

Princess Duanhui, cousin...

Guo Xiao laughed mockingly, then closed his eyes.

He was "drunk to death", and Ashun and Princess Duanhui joined hands to help them to lie down on the bed. Ashun bowed his head and retreated. Princess Duanhui took care of her cousin without the help of the maid. After pouring the sober tea, Princess Duanhui wanted to persuade Guo Xiao to drink first, but letting her call her to push, Guo Xiao just stayed still, his eyes closed and his breathing was long.

Princess Duanhui pushed a few more, and finally had to admit that her bridegroom officer was unconscious after being poured wine.

Princess Duanhui gritted her teeth secretly and scolded today's male guest. However, she looked closely at the man lying in front of her, the man she loved to grow up, and Princess Duanhui was angry because of her distressed cousin. It disappeared quickly, resting his chin on Guo Xiao's side, and looking at it so close for the first time.

"It's so beautiful." Princess Duanhui secretly said, her eyes bright, and the sweet spring love of a young girl flashed in it.

The man closed his eyes, his expression unchanged.

After a while, something soft was printed on his face, and Guo Xiao frowned imperceptibly.

Although Princess Duanhui is very bold, she is just an ordinary newlywed girl in this respect. After a kiss, she quickly stepped back and watched the groom nervously. Seeing that he was not awake, Princess Duanhui smiled reluctantly and reluctantly again. Take a look and wash yourself. After returning, Princess Duanhui never tried to wake the drunk bridegroom. She helped him take off the robe soaked in wine and only the middle shirt. Then she pulled up the quilt. She lay down in his arms and hugged him to sleep. Smile satisfied.

The woman's fragrance and body fragrance gradually spread out in the tent. Guo Xiao silently opened his eyes, facing the happy tent above his head, his heart was like still water.

what is she doing? Is it relying on...

After just a short half of a thought, Guo Xiao's cold heart suddenly filled with jealousy, and then cautiously and relentlessly pushed the bride who was relying on him to the side, keeping a half-arm distance between the two.

This night, Yihexuan’s new house was extremely calm, with only a pair of children, dragons and phoenixes, leaping for joy.