National Beauty

After sneezing, Song Jianing was uncomfortable, but before she raised her head, Yu Guang suddenly found a moon-white dress behind her. Song Jianing was taken aback and turned her head to see that the future emperor was standing there. She is nothing but an arm!

Song Jianing was completely stunned, and he reacted panickingly holding the long pole back for two steps, blushing and yelling: "Master, you, why are you here?" Song Jianing actually sneezed in front of the future emperor. Song Jianing felt good. It's shameful that he can't lift his head anymore, and his face is red, which is more coveted than the persimmon on the tree.

Zhao Heng didn’t want to look more, because Song Jianing’s unpredictable sneeze attracted the attention of others. Zhao Heng didn’t need to turn his head to know that the elder brother, the fourth prince, the princess Duanhui and the brothers and sisters of Guo Shu must all be Looking at him, I was thinking about the same question.

Why come here? Zhao Heng looked at the basket on the ground, he didn't want her to fall, but this reason is definitely not suitable to be said.

There is no reason on the ground, Zhao Heng raised his head. The leaves of the tall persimmon tree were blown off by the cold wind. The yellow persimmons are particularly obvious. Just above Song Jianing’s head, there is a relatively large gap between the branches. Only one branch stretches out diagonally and the branch falls. A heavy big persimmon is exactly the one in Song Jianing's picture.

Zhao Heng pointed to it, looking at Song Jianing with a cold look: "No."

Song Jianing's head was lowered, she lifted up blankly when she heard the words, and caught a glimpse of Zhao Heng's gestures. She continued to look up, and then looked at Zhao Heng in confusion, why not?

Zhao Heng had to say three more words: "This king's."

Song Jianing looked at the very prodigious Persimmon King again, and finally understood, so he blushed even more, and bowed his head and said, "Prince forgive me, I don't know that it is yours..." Who would have thought that the King would still have a persimmon? , What a strange person, is it that this big persimmon has long been fancy, and has been waiting for it to fully mature?

"No problem." Zhao Heng returned to his original position after giving her and giving everyone a reason.

The four princes, Princess Duanhui, and Guo Shu didn't have any doubts. In their eyes, King Shou had the most weird temper, and it was normal to have any weirdness. Father Fu waited in front of King Shou all day. Knowing that the master did not like the sweet food of persimmon, he could naturally speculate that his prince was lying. Then, why did the master lie?

Father Fu secretly looked at the four girls in Guogong's mansion standing alone under the tree. The eleven or twelve-year-old girl was wearing a double bun and pink peony silk flowers on top of her head, and her small face was pink and dark with apricot eyes. Bright, with delicate eyebrows, you can get a glimpse of the beauty of the future at a young age.

Recalling that the master once guessed lantern riddles together with the Four Girls, Father Fu finally understood that these fruit trees were all planted for the Four Girls! "Smoke locks the pond willows, Hangzhou oil pot", the four girls of the Weiguo Gongfu are addicted to the chubby and fat, which is not known in the capital now? Of course, it is purely a rumor that the four girls are round and fat, but they are slightly fatter than other girls.

Now that he had guessed what the master was thinking about, Father Fu hurriedly got to the master and said with a smile: "Master, the persimmons should be ripe, or ask the four girls to pick them off for you?"

Zhao Heng looked at him, then at Song Jianing, who looked embarrassedly afraid to pick persimmons, and nodded.

Father Fu rushed to Song Jianing's side and smiled: "Four girls, then I will bother you."

Song Jianing was eager to find a chance to commit crimes and meritorious service. He nodded repeatedly, raised the long pole and continued to aim at the persimmon. After Guo Gonggong stepped back, he took away the obstructive basket by the way.

Song Jianing steadily picked the big persimmon locally, lowered the long pole and pulled out a persimmon that was intact and heavy and felt very greedy to the touch. She looked at it a few more times before turning around, and wanted to hand the persimmon to Grandpa Fu, but saw Grandpa Fu standing. Zhao Heng went behind him. Song Jianing had no choice but to bite the bullet and walked in front of Zhao Heng. He lowered his eyes, held the persimmon in both hands and offered it out: "Lord, please use it."

Her hands were white and pure, almost completely blocked by persimmons.

Zhao Heng didn't move, and motioned for Father Fu to connect.

When the persimmon left her hand, the errand was completed. Song Jianing secretly looked at the other people busy picking the persimmons. With itchy hands, facing the man's moon-white hem, she mustered the courage to ask: "Master, can I pick something else? "Tianru's voice is soft and thin, like the persimmon rod in her hand just now, which is set on the listener's heart, and it shook before it was shaken.

"Yes." Zhao Heng said lightly, and she was very happy to see the corners of her lips rising before her voice.

Zhao Heng couldn't help but glanced twice, Song Jianing turned around to pick the persimmons, his gaze had not yet recovered. She was still young, Zhao Hengsheng couldn't think of anything else, but suddenly a fat girl who liked him, a simple silly and greedy girl, Zhao Heng's plain and watery days, seemed to have a little more side taste.

When she looked up at him, the deep awe or admiration in her eyes was very useful to him.

"When did you like to eat persimmons?" Suddenly on his shoulders, Zhao Heng instantly regained his indifferent expression, and said to his brother, "Don't eat, paint."

The king of Chu was taken aback. Just now, he didn't believe in the words of his brother and Father Fu, nor did he doubt anything. He just wanted to come over and ask his brother when he changed his taste, but he didn't expect his brother to paint persimmons. The younger brother was good at calligraphy and painting, and the king of Chu had known it for a long time, but... grabbing the big persimmon in the hands of Father Fu, the king of Chu looked from left to right, and he didn't see what the persimmon could be.

Father Fu promptly relieved the master: "His Royal Highness, our prince has liked painting and eating recently, and the first one even drew a bowl of tea."

This is the truth.

The king of Chu was good at martial arts. In his opinion, the sub-collection of reading scriptures and history is still useful, but practicing calligraphy and painting is a plaything. Listening to Grandpa Fu saying that my brother was free to draw a bowl of tea, the king of Chu frowned and sent Grandpa Fu to go away, whispering to persuade his younger brother: "Third brother, the father won’t do errands for you because you don’t like to talk, as long as you……"

What about stuttering a little? It's important to be able to do business.

King Chu looked at his brother encouragingly.

Zhao Heng turned around and walked straight away, his face cold.

King Chu sighed heavily. His younger brother had a hard time, and he had no fun, went under the tree and shouted at the fourth prince: "Come down!"

His voice was loud, with a bit of anger, Song Jianing, who had just picked two persimmons, clenched his heart and looked over there with a long pole. He saw that King Chu led the four princes away, and Princess Duanhui picked up persimmons and played by herself. Sister Yunfang didn't stop, Song Jianing was relieved, and continued to pick persimmons, and finally picked a full basket.

The three girls met with their baskets, they were all full.

Yun Fang was a little worried: "If we pick so many, will the prince be unhappy?"

Princess Duanhui sneered: "The third brother doesn't grow persimmons for her own consumption." No matter how she looked down on the third brother, she wouldn't be so despised.

Yun Fang smiled embarrassedly.

Guo Shu returned to Songhetang with his three younger sisters. King Rui had arrived, and the four princes were sitting in the hall for tea. Princess Duanhui ran in first and put the basket on the red sandalwood square table between King Rui and the four princes, and flaunted: "I picked it all by myself. I will take it back to honor my father."

King Chu and others laughed, only Zhao Heng glanced at the Guo family brothers and sisters.

Guo Shu thanked him for his two younger sisters: "Thank you for the reward, the lord."

Zhao Heng nodded, his own little **** came in, first took the basket away and placed it outside.

The banquet was opened, and because there were few people, they were all considered cousins, brothers and sisters, and the eight people sat around a rosewood table of the Eight Immortals. Princess Duanhui and Yunfang sit on the west side, Song Jianing and Guo Shu sit on the south side, and the king of Chu and the brothers Zhao Heng sit on the opposite side. It was the first time to eat with the prince and princess, Song Jianing was inevitably nervous. From start to finish, he kept his eyes down and sipped his food.

The girls had a small appetite. Princess Duanhui and Yunfang stopped their chopsticks almost at the same time. Song Jianing saw him, speeded up and ate up the rice in the bowl, and put the chopsticks in the bowl. Guo Shu was straightforward, saying whatever he thought, and said strangely: "An An has finished eating?" It was easy to relax after eating. Young Lang didn't pay attention and called his younger sister's name in front of several princes.

Song Jianing blushed, not because of her name, but because her cousin just asked her, didn't she tell others that she usually eats a lot?

She hummed against her will.

Guo Shu reacted and stopped speaking. Yun Fang had no intentions, and said suspiciously: "Don't you eat two bowls of rice..."

Halfway through speaking, I remembered that this was not at my own dining table, and immediately shrank my neck for fear that my sister would blame her.

Song Jianing was already blushing like blood, and could not wait to find a way to get in. Chu Wangrui and the king laughed. The four princes stared blankly at the little cousin and didn't know how to resolve her embarrassment. Only Zhao Heng glanced at the serving eunuch: "Add food."

Before long, the empty bowl in front of Song Jianing was replaced with a new one.

King Rui watched the excitement, King Chu did not mix up. Just as the Fourth Prince was about to speak, Zhao Heng suddenly said, "Eat."

A short word, like a command.

Song Jianing pursed her lips. The future emperor's words cannot be violated. She picked up the chopsticks again and ordered to eat the second bowl of rice, only rice and no vegetables. Guo Shu felt sorry for his sister, and smiled to ease the atmosphere while adding food to her sister: "Don't be embarrassed, Jianing, there are no outsiders here, and no one laughed at you when you sneezed just now, right?"

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, Princess Duanhui over there laughed: "Cousin didn't mention that I almost forgot, third brother, did she spray you on your body?"

Song Jianing shook his hand, subconsciously recalling the scene, Zhao Heng stood behind her, shouldn't there be?

As I was thinking about it, two cold words suddenly came from the other side: "Many words."

Song Jianing raised her head in astonishment, and saw Zhao Heng staring at Princess Duanhui with an unhappy expression. Princess Duanhui was stunned first, and when she recovered, she confirmed that the third brother was really training her in front of everyone. The princess got up all of a sudden, stood up sullenly, walked out, and walked to At the door, she gritted her teeth bitterly, suddenly turned her head, and said to Zhao Heng with a sneer: "Yes, I'm talkative, unlike the third brother..."

"Duanhui!" Chu Wanghu stared and shouted sharply.

Princess Duanhui's face changed and she shook her head and left.

Rui Wang acted as a peacemaker to appease Zhao Heng: "Duanhui is young and ignorant. Don't worry about her third brother. I will talk about her when I turn around."

Zhao Heng kept silent.

The atmosphere was stiff, Guo Shu patted the stiff legs of the two younger sisters separately from under the table, and got up to leave.

"Stay."

Zhao Heng slowly raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on Song Jianing's face.