National Beauty

In the land of Shu in April, the grass grows with warblers, the flowers are red and the willows are green. Even after a war, there are still large areas of picturesque scenery outside Chengdu.

Zhao Heng held his lost princess in one hand, and galloped with the rein in one hand. When she came back, Zhao Heng's head was empty or completely occupied by the only thought the moment she recognized it in front of the city gate. He wants to be with her, only with her, don't disturb anyone or anything.

The couple were entwined like vines, and Song Jianing buried him in his chest, letting the familiar man's breath calm her heart for more than three months of fear and fear. Just holding it was enough. At this moment, she didn't have any thoughts of talking. Zhao Heng didn't want to inquire about anything, but silently hugged her tightly, and slowly filled his empty heart for a long time.

The master has no purpose. The steeds just ran forward and ran. There was a gurgling sound in front of them. Zhao Heng finally recovered a trace of clarity in his eyes. Looking far away, he saw a wide flowing river, like a huge river. The dragon winds around the earth, and the bright sun shines on the water, sparkling, and there is a different kind of tranquility. There are people in twos and threes by the river pulling nets to fish. For these people, which emperor the country falls into and what to do with them, food and land are the most important thing.

Some children looked at them curiously. Their dark little faces were simple and ignorant. For some reason, after seeing such an ordinary farmhouse scene, Zhao Heng's uneasiness disappeared inexplicably after seeing such an ordinary farmhouse scene, as if the previous four months were just a nightmare. Now When he woke up from the dream, he was still him, and she was still by his side.

Zhao Heng lowered his head and looked at Song Jianing’s small head buried in front of his chest, and he almost forgot how to laugh. He finally laughed again and gently rubbed the top of her head. Zhao Heng turned his horse’s head and headed for the river. . Behind him, Father Fu led a team of guards who followed from a distance, not to disturb the reunion of the princes and concubines, and to ensure that they would be able to rescue them in time when someone attacked.

The heart calmed down, Zhao Heng stopped running wildly, and walked slowly along the river bank like swimming in the mountains and playing in the water. The horseshoe was clear and shallow, but still alarmed the egrets living on the shore, flapping their wings and flying out of the grass. With the green mountains and green waters, the egret flying high, like a fairyland, Zhao Heng's eyes softened, and he smiled and reminded her: "An'an, look."

Song Jianing looked up blankly and looked at the man above his head subconsciously. His face became thinner, his apricot eyes were bigger and pitiful, and there was haggard and fear inside. Zhao Heng tightened his arms and leaned over to kiss her eyebrows. Song Jianing instinctively looked down. Turning his eyes, he also saw the white egret flying high on the river. At that moment, time seemed to stop, and the scenery was so beautiful that people forget everything.

Zhao Heng just hugged her and watched the birds fly away with her.

After the white spots completely disappeared in the mountains, Song Jianing's heart was taken back, his eyes darkened, and he looked at his chest nervously. When we parted, I just wanted to be reunited. Now that we are reunited, other worries have come again. Will the prince believe her innocence? Will you still like her like before?

A hand suddenly appeared on her face, and the fingertips gently rubbed her face with a familiar temperature. How long has it been since? Song Jianing closed her eyes and greedily enjoyed the gentleness of the prince at this time. She used to itch her thin cocoon and couldn't bear to avoid it anymore.

"Lean." Zhao Heng said with difficulty. He became so thin that he didn't dare to ask her what she had suffered. He felt sorry for her and felt guilty. If he could see through Guo Xiao's fake death scheme, if he didn't relax his vigilance and retreat. With the group of secret guards in the National Palace, Guo Xiao couldn't break into the back house of the palace without knowing it, and kidnap her away.

Just two words evoked Song Jianing's fears and fears over the past few months. He buried him in his arms again and cried secretly.

Zhao Heng raised his head, clenched his teeth, whether he was distressed or self-blaming, he couldn't mention a word. If he mentioned it, it would only bring back the memory of her being bullied by Guo Xiao, and would only hurt her again. If possible, Zhao Heng wanted a medicine that would make her forget the three-month career in Shu, and let her continue to be the happy and contented little princess.

"An'an doesn't cry, it's all over. When the land of Shu is stable, we will return to Beijing immediately. I miss you every day, and Brother You miss you too." Zhao Heng pressed her head to eliminate all her worries, "No one Knowing this, in the past few months, Princess Shou has been embarrassed and thanked the guests behind closed doors. When we return home, everything will be business as usual."

Song Jianing cried even harder. She thought that the prince would dislike her, but she did not expect that he had made arrangements long ago and never thought of giving up her as a princess.

"Is Zhaozhao hurt?" After crying enough, Song Jianing was the first to ask her daughter. She was taken away by Guo Xiao that day. The most worried thing was that Guo Xiao would let people hurt Zhaozhao behind her back.

"Unscathed, just miss you." Zhao Heng held her wet face, and while helping her to wipe away the endless tears, he softly coaxed: "Zhaozhao is sensible, the night before I came to Shu, Zhaozhao repeated Asked me to wear a cloak, saying that it’s cold outside to protect my mother from the cold."

Song Jianing looked at him with a tearful face, but in her mind was the clever appearance of her daughter earnestly preparing a cloak for her mother. She was so soft-hearted that she cried and laughed, wishing to return to the capital immediately and hug her baby daughter with his under-year old son In the arms, never let go.

"Brother Youer is also very good and likes to play with her sister." She had too many tears and Zhao Heng's cuffs were not enough. She kissed her eyes helplessly, and then took out her veil to wipe her face. Song Jianing was dusty on the way back to Chengdu, her face was gray, Zhao Heng raised her chin with one hand, and gently wiped away her tears and dirt with the other. She was greedy, and she had a chubby cheek when she was in the palace. Zhao Heng loves kissing her cheek most. He likes her cheeks bulging slightly when she snickers, but now, she is thinner than those girls in Beijing who deliberately eat less. Don't talk about poking, you can't pinch any meat.

"Starting today, eat meat all at once, and bring it back early." After wiping the one on the left, Zhao Heng kissed him, spoiling himself.

He always likes to tease her about fat and thin, Song Jianing couldn't help but smile, this smile is like rain and the sky is sunny, the peony in the garden is blooming. Looking at her blushing face and the familiar shyness of her eyebrows, Zhao Heng suddenly felt that as long as she could laugh like this every day, God wanted him to exchange her life, and he was worth it.

The atmosphere relaxed, Zhao Heng continued to help her wipe her right cheek, but when she lowered her head unexpectedly, she saw a dark color the size of a grain of rice on her right neck. Zhao Heng remembers every part of her body, as thin as fat, without any blemishes. What is this dark color? Zhao Heng's face changed drastically, and he stroked it with his fingers to make sure it was a scar.

"He hurt?" Zhao Heng blurted out in anger. Seeing panic flashed in her eyes and her face turned pale, Zhao Heng realized what he had said, and quickly hugged people in his arms: "An'an is not afraid. , Go back and apply some ointment to ensure that the recovery is as before and will never leave scars. "Women love beauty, he can only use looks to divert her attention, lest she get caught in those memories.

Song Jianing was not afraid. On the contrary, he was surprised by the appearance of his gaffe. He touched the scar on his neck. Song Jianing closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulder and said, "Master, that was my own injury. He wanted to... bully me, I use scissors to touch it. Hold your neck, he still has a little conscience and didn't force me to die."

The prince must have guessed that it was Guo Xiao, otherwise he would not be used, Song Jianing would not have to conceal it. As for the prince, believe it or not, Song Jianing could do nothing.

She actually thought about dying for the festival?

Zhao Heng was cold all over, as if seeing her falling in a pool of blood, staring at her. However, if she is alive and humiliated or died to keep the festival, he can only choose one, he would rather she...he wants her people, wants her to stay with him alive, wants to see her every night when he wakes up, what innocence and chastity, Compared with her fate, it is not worth mentioning.

"I would rather die than wait for me?" Zhao Hengfa asked fiercely in her ear, "If you die, what's the use of innocence?"

He was really angry, and Song Jianing's waist was painful with his arms, and he could hardly catch his breath. But Song Jianing understood what he meant. She was not afraid of pain, but was afraid that he would not understand her heart: "Prince, from the day when my second uncle entered Beijing, you told me not to worry in front of the Guogong Mansion, my people It’s yours, except you, who wants to touch me unless I die."

She was once abandoned by Liang Shao like a shoe, and by Guo Xiao as forbidden. For two lifetimes, only Zhao Heng treated her sincerely and never disliked her. At first, Song Jianing had only gratitude and awe, but Zhao Heng became more and more awed towards her. Well, I gave her all the respect and love that a husband can give to his wife. Song Jianing is willing to keep the festival for him like this man, instead of being abandoned by Liang Shao in his previous life.

Her voice was firm and righteous. Zhao Heng was not moved, only fearful. He raised her face and looked at her eyes and said: "An An, those rules are all fools, and men are ruthless, so they talk about three obediences and four virtues. You are not the same, you are. My princess is another life for me. As long as you live, I don’t care about everything else, understand?"

Zhao Heng finished these words in one go.

Song Jianing nodded while crying, she understands, understands, the prince is really...so infatuated!

After speaking and listening to the love words, Song Jianing's heart was completely at ease, and then he felt that his thinner chest was about to be squeezed by the prince’s hard chest, and he begged for mercy: "Not next time..." In a hurry, Song Jianing didn't hesitate to say anything, only wishing him to let go.

Zhao Heng's face was even more ugly. He stared at her closely and said, "There is no next time." There will never be a second time in this life.

Song Jianing was startled slightly, and then nodded. She was kidnapped and separated from her mother. She didn't want to experience it again.

Zhao Heng slowly relaxed his arms, Song Jianing let out a long breath, leaned back on his shoulders, and hugged him dependently. The sound of the water in the river was gurgling, and Song Jianing silently recalled that Guo Xiao jumped off the cliff for more than three months, the prince trusted her, and brother Zhao Zhaoyou was fine, then only...the family of the Guogong Mansion were left.

Song Jianing bit her lip, did not dare to ask, but had to ask, and said in a complicated manner: "Master, how did you guess that it was his?"

Since she was not insulted by Guo Xiao, Zhao Heng didn't need to hesitate to mention this. He put his arms around her shoulders and said: "He covets you, I knew it."

Song Jianing raised her head in shock.

Zhao Heng touched her head and told her briefly about the "good things" Guo Xiao did before her marriage.

Song Jianing was speechless for a while.

Accident? Maybe not. The elder son of the Guogong Mansion has always been like this. He liked her, so he tried his best to get her, never caring about her feelings, never thought that Song Jianing was also a person, not a ruthless plaything.