National Beauty

Peony is graceful and luxurious, and it is the king of flowers. Almost all peony plants are grown in the homes of high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital. The Palace of King Chu is no exception, and the peony garden is even larger. A pebble path winds through the sea of ​​flowers and finally leads to the hexagonal pavilion in the garden. Song Jianing supported Feng Zheng’s arm, and the two walked slowly along the path. Most of the peonies on both sides were still buds, but there were always a few that bloomed first. , Vivid and colorful, contending with each other.

"Pick one and put it on for my sister." Feng Zheng saw a pink and tender Zhao Fen, and Feng Zheng suggested with a smile. Today Song Jianing is really sober-dressed, the little girl is beautiful and charming, Feng Zheng couldn't help but want to put it on. This friend who was able to chat is more beautifully dressed.

Song Jianing looked at the red peony on Feng Zheng's head, and nodded with a smile.

Feng Zheng's maid stepped into the flowers, carefully picked Zhao Fen with a big mouth, and gave it to Feng Zheng. Feng Zheng turned around and put on Song Jianing with his own hands. The flowers resemble beautiful women, and the beautiful women resemble flowers. Looking at Song Jianing's watery and smart apricot eyes, Feng Zheng couldn't help but admire: "If there is a fairy going down to the earth, my younger sister must be a peony fairy in the sky."

Song Jianing chuckled and looked at Feng Zheng and said, "I'm Peony, what is the princess? Is it Ganoderma lucidum?"

Feng Zheng likes medical skills, so Song Jianing praised her as a Ganoderma lucidum that can cure diseases and save lives.

Feng Zheng pretended to be angry and said, "You are a flower, but you compare me to grass. Believe it or not that the princess will punish you?"

"The princess puts down her anger, and the girls don't dare anymore." Song Jianing hugged Feng Zheng and laughed. Feng Zheng is now the princess, but when Song Jianing knew her, Feng Zheng was just a helpless woman who was persecuted by the king of Chu. Feng Zheng’s pitiful energy and silent plea for her made Song Jianing feel inexplicably close, just like Feng Zheng. She is the same kind of person. Therefore, for the princess Feng Zheng, Song Jianing has never felt the awe of Princess Duanhui or several princes.

Feng Zheng sees Song Jianing as well. She is the daughter of a petty official. Even if she becomes a princess, her father's rank is not high, but there is an uncle's concubine Rui, or some of the ladies next to her. The look in her eyes is a bit contemptuous. Song Jianing's identity is a bit awkward, but she treats her sincerely. Feng Zheng will be particularly relaxed only with Song Jianing, and there is no need to always remember the princess's demeanor.

The two people who were sympathetic to each other entered the hexagonal pavilion hand in hand.

The maids put on refreshments. The tea is a newly made peony flower tea. The soup has a faint pink color, which is very beautiful and has a delicate aroma. The snack that goes with it is peony cake. The finest peony flower petals and rice are collected and mashed, filled with sweet bean paste filling, the skin is soft and the filling is sweet, melts in the mouth, and the fragrance is delicious.

This is the first time Song Jianing ate peony cake this spring. After tasting two bites, he was pleasantly surprised: "How did the princess make this cake? It is much better than the one made in my mother's kitchen."

Feng Zheng has a bad appetite recently. This cake was only served to Song Jianing, and he said softly: "I have a recipe booklet. You can take it back and have a look and let the kitchen learn how to cook it."

Song Jianing nodded happily. Just halfway through eating a piece of peony cake, he heard a very angry voice in the distance: "Third brother, is my peony garden better than your Baiguolin? Let you change you If you don’t change it, you’ll be wasting such a big place for nothing.”

Song Jianing raised his head in surprise, and saw that King Chu and King Shou had already walked outside the peony garden. King Chu wore a dark purple brocade robe and was burly in shape. The King Shou in jade brocade robe was actually shorter than King Chu. Half a hand or so, but the king of Chu made it more beautiful. The two brothers were like mountains and rocks and Xiuzhu, one wild and the other introverted.

Song Jianing slowly put down the cakes. Seeing the second dynasty pavilion came, she quietly removed the peony in the hair and stood up with Feng Zheng. Feng Zheng is the concubine of Chu. Just wait in the pavilion. Song Jianing walked out of the pavilion ahead of time. When the second king approached, he bowed his knees and saluted: "The people's daughter pays homage to His Highness and the Third Highness."

King Chu stopped and looked at the girl beside the peony bushes unexpectedly. Feng Zheng wanted to invite the four girls from the Guogong Mansion. The king of Chu had long forgotten what the four girls of the Guo family looked like. He only knew that the girl was delicious. He once made an anecdote in the capital, and then vaguely remembered a petite girl. The small figure. Now meeting again, as a man, King Chu inevitably noticed Song Jianing's beauty and figure.

King Chu was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that the little girl who used to be a big beauty would turn out to be a big beauty. If someone gave him such a figure before meeting Feng Zheng, he would probably accept it. Now... after a brief period of novelty, King Chu quickly looked away and smiled and said to the woman carrying his child in the pavilion: "A few cherries in the garden of the third disciple are red, and they are here to honor and honor his sister-in-law."

He only talked to his princess and ignored Song Jianing's worship.

"Get up." Zhao Heng looked at Song Jianing and said in a low manner.

Song Jianing got up. Zhao Heng had already passed by. Father Fu slightly bowed and walked over with a plate of freshly washed red cherries. The snow-like Ding Kiln white porcelain fruit plate was densely packed with a bunch of bright red cherries. Song Jianing only After a glance, the saliva came up. The cold winter is long and there are few fresh fruits to eat. The first fruit that is most worth looking forward to in spring is cherries, but there are no cherries available for sale in the streets of Beijing, so why are the cherries in Shouwang’s Mansion red so early?

"His Royal Highness is interested." Seeing Cherry, Feng Zheng was also greedy, and thanked him with a smile.

Zhao Heng nodded.

A total of four stone benches were placed beside the stone table. Feng Zheng motioned with his eyes to the king of Chu to sit next to her, and then invited Zhao Heng to sit next to the king of Chu. Zhao Heng took his seat and glanced over a small plate on the left tabletop, a small pastel plate with a half-eaten peony cake on it, with a small tooth print, and he could almost imagine the delicate appearance of the owner eating the cake.

The princes were seated, and Feng Zheng asked her husband for instructions: "On the basis of Jianing, he should call the two lower elder brothers. How about asking her to sit together?"

King Chu knew that his princess was so jealous, and Song Jianing looked like that. He cautiously said: "The third brother is not happy to have children, you ask him."

Feng Zheng never expected that her husband would say that. Song Jianing was the guest she invited. She had already expressed her willingness to invite Song Jianing to sit with him. The King of Chu... In case the lonely and indifferent King of Shou did not say anything or refused directly, Song Jianing got it. How embarrassing. At this moment, Feng Zheng really wanted to knock King Chu on the head.

She looked at her uncle nervously.

Zhao Heng only said one word: "Yes."

Feng Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and smiled and told Song Jianing to come in.

Song Jianing actually wanted to leave. The three brothers and sisters were enjoying tea and enjoying the flowers. She was an outsider who was too horrible, but Feng Zheng had invited her, and Wang Shou agreed. She resigned at this time, which would be unfavorable.

"Thanks to the king and the princess for the seat." Song Jianing bowed and sat down on the stool between Feng Zheng and Zhao Heng. Seeing that he had eaten half of the peony cake and the peony flowers beside him, Song Jianing remained silent and prepared to be a quiet listener.

King Chu was very enthusiastic and urged Feng Zheng to taste the cherries sent by his younger brother. Feng Zheng smiled and said, "These cherries are fresh, let's eat together." After speaking, he pinched one and handed it to the most restrained Song Jianing.

"Xie Wangfei." Song Jianing thanked softly, took the cherries, and when Feng Zheng started to eat, she lowered her eyes and put the red cherries in her mouth. The cherry looked red, and Song Jianing thought it was already ripe, looking forward to the long-lost sweetness. Unexpectedly, the peel bite, a sour taste spread along the tip of the tongue, sour that she frowned uncontrollably, Bai Li A big sour word was clearly revealed on the blushing face.

But in the presence of the two princes, no matter how sore they were, Song Jianing stiffened for a moment and continued to chew hard.

A plate suddenly stretched out in front of her.

Song Jianing turned his head in shock.

Zhao Heng looked at her apricot eyes that were too sour to open, and said calmly: "My brother and sister, don't force it."

The sound of pure and moist, like a stream, slow and slow, but unspeakable and exciting.

Song Jianing was stunned, her brother and sister, is it possible that the future emperor is the same as the four in the palace, because of the relationship between Concubine Shu and the Guo family, he regarded her as a cousin? No wonder this person has always taken good care of her, willing to be fair for her in front of Princess Duanhui, and favored her younger brother.

"Thank you, Lord, it's okay, it's not very sour." Song Jianing said unnaturally with the cherry in his mouth, and declined Zhao Heng's kindness, mainly because half of the cherry was spit out, which is too ugly, and spit out a bare pit. It's almost the same.

Zhao Heng listened, and put down the dish calmly, his face expressionless.

King Chu held a cherry in his hand, his eyes turned around his younger brother and Song Jianing, his mouth slowly curled up. Others don't know, he still doesn't know his brother's temper? Let alone a cousin who has no blood connection, it is Princess Duanhui and even his brother who ate sour cherries, the kind of cherries that sour people, with his brother’s deserted temperament, he will never lift up his good at dance and ink. Hand, serve the plate for the relatives.

Then secretly glanced at Song Jianing’s pink cheeks and bulging clothes, King Chu finally understood. It turned out that his fairy-like brother actually liked the charming woman like a fairy. No wonder he sent the elegant and gentle thin beauties, and the younger brothers didn’t like it. eye. It is a pity that Feng Zheng said that the four girls of the Guo family are only thirteen, so they will not be able to take care of her brother next year.

He worried about his brother, Feng Zheng looked at Song Jianing, and said strangely: "Why don't I feel sour?"

Song Jianing was spitting out the nucleus, reaching her head slightly, covering her face with one hand, and delicately spit a round cherry pit into the dish, and then smiled and joked Feng Zheng: "My mother also likes to eat sour when she is pregnant with her younger brother. If I feel sour, I must be a young man."

Feng Zheng blushed, her beautiful eyes leaning towards her husband.

The king of Chu had no feelings for Song Jianing. Now that he knows that his younger brother is fond of this girl, Song Jianing will make Feng Zheng happy because of his sweet mouth. The king of Chu sees Song Jianing's eye and smiles, "I borrowed the words of my cousin Jianing. Shizi, ask the princess to invite you to eat the noodles alone." Then he called his brother over to accompany him.

He laughed happily, Song Jianing also smiled lightly. This Royal Highness of Chu Wang was really funny. Every time Zhu Zun called her cousin, it was for Feng Zheng. Seeing Feng Zheng's blushing face, Song Jianing felt envious while happy for her. When would a man treat her like this?

She only envied her, not paying attention to His Royal Highness Shou Wang who was immortal on the right hand, staring at the plate of cherries for a long while, as if looking for something.

The author has something to say: Cherry: What to see!

Zhao Heng: To be sweet.

Cherry: No! Ask you to pick it if you are not familiar with it!

Zhao Heng crushed one to death.

Cherry: Lord, please be forgiving, there is nothing sweet.

Zhao Heng crushed another one to death.

Cherry: Hey, isn't the sweetness on the four girls?

Zhao Heng:...