National Beauty

Guo Boyan is a well-known beautiful man in Beijing, and Lin is a rare beauty. Can children born between the two be ugly?

Little Brother Mao walked to Zhao Heng and looked up at the square plank. His clear black eyes were like the cleanest stream, like his sister, only a little more fearless than Song Jianing. The chubby face, tenderly squeezed, this also followed his sister.

When Zhao Heng looked at Brother Mao’s child, Brother Mao blinked and glanced over the cherry blossom picture indifferently, and fell on the red nib in Zhao Heng’s hand. He quickly noticed that Zhao Heng’s right circle was round. There are a few red, red and blue things on the stool. Brother Mao's eyes lit up and he stopped painting. He turned his head and walked over there.

A few paints are placed in a flat jade box. Zhao Heng does not love powerful beauties. He is good at painting and calligraphy. He can send a paintbrush to the boy to play with. He will never let the box of good paints be ruined, so he grabs Brother Mao. He put down the paintbrush and hugged the boy to his lap. This should be replaced by his sister Song Jianing's good deeds. Brother Mao will definitely make trouble, but he raised his head and looked at the strange man above his head. He didn't dare to move for a while, only pointed to the paint, and whispered: "Yes."

Zhao Heng handed him the paintbrush.

Brother Mao didn't want to paint, tilted his head and looked at the paint over there.

Zhao Heng pursed his lower lip.

Song Jianing probed suspiciously, trying to see what his younger brother was asking for, and happened to catch a glimpse of the future emperor's small gesture of pursing his lips. Song Jianing panicked, got up and rushed over, bent over and said, "Master, you are not sensible, please give him to me, don't let him disturb your painting."

The 13-year-old is not short among girls of the same age, but compared to the slender and tall Shou Wangye who is already 18 years old, she immediately appears petite. At this moment, she arched slightly, and Zhao Heng, who was sitting upright, turned her eyes, and accidentally bumped into her skirt. She was wearing a small lotus-red embroidered shirt, and the March spring breeze blew into the pavilion, causing her shirt to stick backwards, seeming to deliberately blow out the peaches hidden by the cardamom girl.

Song Jianing, in Zhao Heng's memory, was still a greedy child. Unexpectedly, he hadn't seen him in a year, but he had grown so big.

"No problem." He withdrew his gaze in time, stood up with Brother Mao's hand in his arms, and faintly told Song Jianing: "Xiazi."

Song Jianing doesn't understand, what kind of box?

She didn't understand, Brother Mao leaned over from Zhao Heng's arms, Xiao Pang pointed at the box of paint and called out anxiously. Song Jianing saw the paint box carved from the top-grade white jade, and then looked at the Lord Shou who was holding Brother Mao sitting at the stone table. Song Jianing vaguely understood, and walked over and carefully picked up the white jade box and came to Zhao Heng.

Brother Mao excitedly looked at the box in his sister's hands, as if a gluttonous child was looking forward to eating cakes, Zhao Heng reached out and clicked on the desktop on his left. He was willing, but Song Jianing remembered that his mother said that the cherry-colored paint that the prince gave her last time was a good thing with a price and no market. He couldn't help but hesitated and asked: "Does the prince want to reward his brother for fun?"

Zhao Heng looked ahead, and his voice was as clear as a stream gurgling: "No?"

Song Jianing blushed, and quietly glared at her younger brother: "No, yes, this thing is too expensive, give him a waste..."

Zhao Heng looked at her and said, "There is no shortage of this king."

Song Jianing's face turned redder, yes, dignified lord, some of the good things in the mansion are that if you lose a piece of gold, you may not pick it up. How can you not bear a few boxes of paint? After figuring it out, Song Jianing put down the box comfortably.

Zhao Heng continued his instructions: "Paper and pen."

Song Jianing went to the easel to pick up a pen and paper like a little maid, spread the rice paper on the stone table, pressed it with a Kylin paperweight, and then stood obediently next to it.

Zhao Heng handed the brush to Brother Maoer again. Brother Maoer grabbed the position near the tip of the pen and stroked it on the rice paper. There was a thick red road on it. The boy who had never played like this smiled in surprise, and continued to paint. The nib of the painting was out of paint. Brother Mao wisely dipped the paint in the box. The speed was so fast that Zhao Heng had no time to give it to Brother Mao. Change the brush.

And Brother Mao had already wiped it happily.

A few paints were ruined in a blink of an eye, and Zhao Heng's right eyebrow jumped imperceptibly.

Song Jianing was very worried at first. Later, when she saw that Zhao Heng seemed to like to play with her younger brother, she completely relaxed and slowly retreated to Zhao Heng's easel. There is a picture of cherry blossoms, snow-white petals, golden stamens, unopened pink buds, a single flower, and colorful butterflies flying. The cherry blossoms are elegant, and the colorful butterfly seems a little fat. Song Jianing doesn't know how to paint, just thinks this butterfly is very cute.

"how is it?"

Suddenly there was a man’s clear question in the ear. Song Jianing, who was unprepared, was startled. She tilted her head to find someone close in front of her. She instinctively avoided it. Unexpectedly, her calf hit the red sandalwood where Zhao Heng was sitting before. He couldn't move his legs on the square chair, so the whole person tilted over there. Song Jianing was hurriedly trying to hold on to something. Suddenly, her waist tightened, and the world turned around. The next moment, she was pulled into an embrace by the arm around the waist.

He hit his chest first, followed by his forehead. Song Jianing was in shock. Looking at the tea-white robe in front of him, he forgot to react for a long while.

The man was tall and slender. Looking at the tall and thin person from a distance, he really bumped into him, only to find that he had a broad chest, stiff, with a faint plum fragrance on his body, as clear as a cloud, but he could not smell it deliberately. His arms tightened her waist without looseness or tightness, she unconsciously tiptoes slightly, her skirt was oppressed, it was the first time in her life that she had such a flustered squeeze.

The abnormality of the body caused Song Jianing to return to her senses, and realized that she was actually held by the future emperor. Song Jianing’s brain was blank, and she couldn’t tell what she was feeling in her heart. She had to describe it, as if she almost fell into the water while crossing the bridge, and suddenly fell from the water. A river **** flew out of the water and kindly helped her, flattered!

After being shocked, Song Jianing struggled gently.

The arm around his waist was loosened, and Song Jianing's face was red as a rosy cloud, and he stepped back to the side, lowered his head and said: "Let the prince laugh."

Zhao Heng lowered his eyes to look at her, looking at her blushing face, the softness of her hands and chest still remained. Her face was slightly fat, but her waist was slender and flexible. Her waist was as thin as grass, but her waist was bulging. She was very comfortable to hold. It was this comfort that allowed him to hold her for a while when he could loosen her.

During the encounter between the two, Qiuyue and the nurse outside the cherry blossom forest could not see. Zhao Heng had just announced it with his eyes. The father-in-law Fu, who was bent over and helped Mao'er, looked at his nose, nose, and heart, pretending that he didn’t know anything. did not hear it. So when Song Jianing looked around nervously, seeing no one noticed that she was being held by the future emperor, her pounding heart finally slowed down.

But Song Jianing was still panicking. She was punished for bringing her brother over. She knew that the prince was not angry, and her mother must be worried. After so long, she wanted to leave.

"How about this painting?"

Just as Song Jianing was considering how to say farewell, Zhao Heng stood beside the easel with his hand shouldered and asked again.

Song Jianing remembered the reason why she almost fell, glanced at the cherry blossom picture, and nodded again and again: "It's beautiful, the prince's painting is really good."

Zhao Heng's thin lips moved slightly, and he didn't say anything.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Song Jianing misunderstood that he was too perfunctory and not sincere, so he stared at the cherry blossom picture and racked his brains to think about the compliment: "The picture of the prince has a beautiful brushwork, smooth lines, elegant and bright...especially this color. Butterflies, naive and lifelike, I almost thought it was real..."

After boasting this, a chuckle suddenly came from the top of his head. Song Jianing looked up in surprise, but saw the man's thin lips slightly pursed, and there was no smile on his handsome face, only those eyes that made people unable to see through, leaving a bit of softness. Song Jianing secretly laughed. It turns out that Shouwang is a person who seems to be a noble person but likes to be praised by others.

Now that he made people happy, Song Jianing looked at the cherry blossom forest and asked for instructions in a low voice: "Master, my mother is still waiting for us, can we retire?"

The softness in Zhao Heng's eyes dissipated in an instant, and he sat down in front of the easel with expressionless face, picked up a paintbrush, and hummed.

Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his knees, and went back to find his younger brother. He saw that Mao's two chubby hands were stained with paint and his clothes were dirty. Song Jianing had a headache, so he grabbed the paintbrush and put it aside, leaning on his brother's shoulder and said, "Do you want an eagle kite?"

Brother Mao hadn't played enough paint yet, but when he heard the kite, the boy suddenly looked around.

Song Jianing asked Father Fu in a whisper: "Daddy, that kite..."

Father Fu glanced at the master, smiled and said, "Four girls will come with me."

Song Jianing picked up her younger brother, saluted Zhao Heng again, and followed Father Fu out of the pavilion. The kite string was hooked by the branches, so it was not easy to pick it up. Song Jianing asked the nurse to cut off the kite string and took the black eagle kite away. Father Fu kept sending people to the front yard and watched Song Jianing out of the palace. He ran back in a hurry. He entered Dequting but did not find the prince. He only saw a mess of paint on the stone table and a picture on the easel. The cherry blossom picture with a big cross with black ink.

Father Fu sighed, when can the master's bad habit of ruining painting be changed?

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Next door, Weiguo Gongfu.

The daughter's stay in the palace has been a little longer, and the Lin family is vaguely disturbed. Aunt Tan sat on her right side and looked at her daughter who bowed her head and did not speak. While rejoicing that her daughter came back early, she did not have to bear the anger of the King of Shou, while looking forward to the focus of the King of Shou's punishment. Brother Mao.

Each thought, Song Jianing came back, neatly dressed with a smile, next to the nurse holding brother Mao, the black eagle kite blocked Mao's head, only showing a pair of red chubby hands holding the kite, dazzling The red is a bit like blood. Lin's complexion changed abruptly, he got up and rushed over, getting closer, only to see that his son was holding paint.

Song Jianing explained with a smile: "Father-in-law said that the kite shocked the prince. The prince was going to punish us. Fortunately, Brother Mao was in the eyes of the prince. Not only did the prince not punish him, he also played with Brother Mao for a while. "This was on the way out of the house, Father Fu said to her himself, and it can be regarded as dispelling the faint doubts in Song Jianing's heart.

Looking at the fat son who was covered in paint, Lin couldn't laugh or cry.

Aunt Tan clenched the veil with regret, Shou Wang Ye had such a good temper. If it were a daughter...

It's all because of the daughter's failure to succeed, and she was shocked by a few words from a father-in-law.

Aunt Tan gave her daughter an unpleasant look.

Tan Xiangyu's face turned pale and pale, regretting her timidity more than her mother.

Qiuyue glanced at their mother and daughter, and came up on the ground after holding back for a long time, deliberately rejoicing: "Madam, I really lost the little son this time, otherwise the prince doesn't know how to punish the four girls. You didn't see it, we just entered. When he was in the mansion, Father Fu had a very ugly face, and he was so scared that Cousin pushed all the mistakes on the heads of the four girls, and left them by themselves. Cousins ​​were all afraid of being like that. Our four girls were so old that we almost cried at the time. …"

Lin frowned, but when Tan Xiangyu came back, he didn't say so much. He said lightly, "The prince only saw a kite-flying man" and it was over.

The unrighteous act was exposed face to face, and Tan Xiangyu's beautiful face suddenly turned into a pig's liver color.

Aunt Tan smiled stiffly and changed the subject: "It's okay to be okay. Madam will wash Brother Mao's face. Let's leave first."

Lin nodded and looked at Tan Xiangyu more, only to notice Tan Xiangyu's elaborate makeup.

On one side is the cousin who is not kind enough, and on the other side is the wronged sister. Ting Fang is extremely embarrassed, because her aunt is in a hurry, she has to go to see off the guests first. Aunt Tan walked from the main entrance of the Guogong Mansion, and when Tan Xiangyu was holding Ting Fang's hand to try to explain her last resort, a rush of horseshoes suddenly came from outside the courtyard wall, and finally stopped abruptly in front of the palace gate.

"Shi Ziye is back!"

The guard at the gate was surprised.

When the three people on the other side of the shadow wall heard that, Ting Fang broke away from Tan Xiangyu's hand and rushed out eagerly. After going around the shadow wall, he saw the older brother who was striding in, and the brother who had been away for a year. Ting Fang cried with great joy, and threw herself into Guo Xiao's arms like a young warbler: "Brother, you are finally back, I miss you so much..."

Guo Xiao laughed and patted his sister on the shoulder. After Yu Guang glanced at the shadow wall, he turned around two people, and Guo Xiao's heartbeat speeded up suddenly.

He lifted his sister up and looked over there casually.

"Cousin." Tan Xiangyu called with blushing cheeks.

Guo Xiao pulled out a smile, his eyes were as cold as water.