National Beauty

Why do you want to wrap your chest?

This is what Zhao Heng wanted to ask, but he only said the first three words. Looking at Song Jianing's almost blushing face, Zhao Heng took a step back and turned his back to her. For a long time, there was no sound behind her. Guessing that she probably hadn't calmed down yet, Zhao Heng glanced outside the Furong Garden and reminded her in a low voice: "Take it away."

Song Jianing's face, which was about to be burnt, finally cooled down slightly as a stream-like sound, and it was shameful. There was no way to be more embarrassed, and he could only find a way to deal with the aftermath. Song Jianing squatted down, quickly rolled up the white gauze that still had her warmth left, folded and tucked into the cuffs, bulging. Fortunately, she was wearing a wide-sleeved shirt today, otherwise it would be difficult to cover it.

It's just that, glancing at the man's jade-blue hem, Song Jianing's heart is twisted into a ball, how can she explain?

Shouwang asked her "Why do you want..." and why do you want to wrap your breasts?

Song Jianing was too embarrassed to answer this kind of question and stood up stiffly. Just as she tried to find a way to relieve her embarrassment, the Shouwang in front suddenly spoke again, but her voice was cold and majestic: "Why steal yarn?"

Song Jianing:...

Pirate yarn? When did she steal the yarn... With thoughts, Song Jianing looked at her cuff in shock. Did Wang Shou think she stole the white yarn from Feng Zheng? Song Jianing was stunned, but her mind that had been condensed because of being too embarrassing was finally able to turn around again. Indeed, the white gauze fell out of the clothes, and Shouwang didn't know what she looked like before the white gauze fell. If Feng Zheng replaced the white gauze, he might be able to guess that the white gauze was used to wrap her breasts. Shouwang Qingfeng Langyue was like a nine-day fairy. How can people think about such beautiful things?

Turning the curve, Song Jianing was overjoyed, and being misunderstood by the Shouwang thief was much better than being guessed the truth by the Shouwang. Otherwise, she would drop the breastcloth in front of a man, so how could she continue to see people?

But, by analogy, Song Jianing didn’t want to bear the charge of theft in vain. After turning his gaze around the man’s clothes, Song Jianing bit the bullet and explained: “Master, this white yarn is my brother, the thing used by my brother a hundred years ago, my mother. Ask me to give it to the princess, and I took it with me. I haven't found a chance to send it out. You and the main hall have to continue to keep it. Unexpectedly, it was accidentally left, which made the prince laugh."

Zhao Heng put his hands behind his back. Hearing her make up such a nonsense in a short time, the corners of his lips rose imperceptibly, and he slowly turned around.

Song Jianing lowered her head with a guilty conscience, she did not dare to look at him, her cheeks were still red, but because she succeeded in finding an excuse to cover her past, she looked more shy at this time, not as embarrassed and helpless as she was just now. A naturally beautiful girl, her cheeks are as bright as petals, her black eyes are as clear as autumn water, she stands there with her lips pursed lightly, closing the moon in shame.

"What's the use of this thing?" Zhao Heng followed her words and asked.

Song Jianing's blush deepened, her eyes flowed, and she thought about it, "Yes, it was used for washing and foot washing for children a hundred years ago. It is said to protect children from disasters and diseases throughout their lives, but this thing must not touch the ground." , My piece has already been soiled, and it can’t be given to the princess. I also ask the princess to keep it secret for me so that the princess will not think too much.”

There are too many lies, and the more they tell, the more they slip.

She seemed to be complacent with her quick-wittedness, her face was no longer flushed, and her red lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling, both delicate and naive.

Zhao Heng was originally a little dissatisfied. He was dissatisfied with her actions and misunderstood him. It was mistaken that there was a simple fat girl who was infatuated with him, and she was the only girl who showed admiration for him. For the unfamiliar warmth, Zhao Heng rejected his father’s marriage. His thought at the time was that if the fat girl grew up and still simply liked him, he wouldn’t mind letting her be the princess of longevity. Anyway, it’s not her. It's another woman. Since it is destined to marry a princess, why not marry someone who treats him sincerely?

However, just when he was ready to choose the opportunity to propose marriage in front of his father, she happily went to Anguo Temple to see Luzhen.

At the moment when he learned the news, Zhao Heng couldn't help but be angry at her deceit.

But now, seeing her stupidly blame her plump body because she lost to her third sister, and seeing that she actually came up with a stupid way to tie her breasts, Zhao Heng suddenly realized that she was really stupid, so stupid. The girl, how could she deliberately deceive him, to blame, can only blame him for being affectionate.

The anger was gone. Looking at her innocent and charming face on the other side, Zhao Heng only found it pleasing to the eye.

Next year the father will choose his concubine again. He has already rejected it once, and he must accept it this time. In that case, why not pick a princess who looks pleasing to the eye?

"Go." No longer entangled with the white yarn, Zhao Heng glanced at her and walked towards a pavilion not far away.

Song Jianing followed suspiciously, and the cool autumn breeze blew from one side. Song Jianing glanced at his chest, wondering if it was because of the tightness that he had just wrapped, and suddenly relaxed. While comfortable, there was also a feeling of emptiness. Looking at the slender and tall figure in front, Song Jianing bit her lip quietly, begging the Bodhisattva to bless King Shou to see the strangeness of her clothes.

"Sit." After entering the pavilion, Zhao Heng pointed to the stone bench opposite him.

Song Jianing watched him take a seat, and she walked over and sat down, feeling completely at a loss. Why did King Shou seem to have something to say to her?

"I heard that you are discussing relatives?" Zhao Heng said slowly.

Song Jianing looked up in shock, but saw the man facing outside the pavilion, looking at the branch of Lotus, his face indifferent and alienated.

Song Jianing looked down again and hummed in a low voice. The Palace of Weiguo and the Palace of Shou Palace were close to each other, and of course he would hear the wind.

"Like Lu Zhen?" the man asked again.

Song Jianing's face slowly turned pale, and she denied softly: "No..."

"Since I'm not happy," Zhao Heng turned around, staring at her with dazzling eyes, "Why bother?"

Song Jianing clenched his hand, speechless.

"Why do you like it?" Zhao Heng asked indifferently.

His appearance is immortal, and his voice is immortal. Song Jianing also knows that he is the future emperor. But what did King Fanshou ask her, just like now, even though she doesn’t understand why he wants to ask. Still instinctively obedient, lowered his head and said: "Father, my father said he was honest and honest, I, my mother said, I am stupid, I should marry an honest man."

In fact, she herself wanted to marry an honest man, but Song Jianing, no matter how stupid, still knows how to dress up.

After Zhao Hengxin heard her words, a pair of children and mother and daughter appeared in his mind. The mother smiled and told her daughter to marry an honest man. The silly daughter only wanted to marry an honest man. She was happy to hear that her stepfather had arranged one for her. Go and see. In other words, she didn't like Lu Zhen, but...really stupid.

"But he, I don't like you." Zhao Heng lowered his voice, his voice seemed gentle, but the facts in the words ruthlessly pierced the thin face of the cardamom girl.

Song Jianing blushed, embarrassed, but he couldn't deny it.

She was aggrieved, and tears slowly began to grow in her eyes. What the **** did the prince of longevity want to do? How could she deliberately expose the scars?

"you lost weight."

It was sour and uncomfortable, the man said again, Song Jianing unexpectedly raised his head, too fast, the tears in his eyes battered down and hung on his face, like morning dewdrops along the white and tender. The petals slowly rolled down. Zhao Heng's gaze was out of control at this moment, and he kept chasing the drop of flower dew, watching it roll to the tip of her cute chin.

Song Jianing consciously lost his attitude and quickly turned his head and erased it.

Zhao Heng returned to his senses, was silent for a moment, and continued to look outside the pavilion: "It is said that he likes sister Ling?"

Song Jianing was completely confused, what on earth did Wang Shou want to say?

As soon as she got confused, Zhao Heng said to herself: "Buying caskets and returning beads is stupid."

Song Jianing opened her mouth blankly, looking at the Shou Wang who was suddenly cursing on the other side in disbelief, buying caskets and returning beads, did she understand that? Wang Shou heard about her marriage and thought she was jewelry, and the third sister was a box for jewelry, so it was foolish to look at the third sister's Lu Zhen?

"The cousin is very nice, don't be vainly humiliating." Perceiving her stunned gaze, Zhao Heng said the last sentence with a blank face, then got up and walked away, and disappeared behind the hibiscus trees in a blink of an eye. Song Jianing stared at the man walking away in a daze, until she couldn't see King Shou, she lowered her head, and after a while, she embarrassed her cheeks.

It turned out that King Shou asked her to come to the pavilion because he saw that she was thinner, and knew that her cousin was sad because the marriage failed, so he slowly asked her so much. In the end, he just wanted to comfort her?

Lu Zhen didn't like her when he bought caskets and returned pearls, but the future emperor praised her as jewellery.

But, it’s not right. The King Shou comforted her because the two were considered cousins ​​and cousins ​​through Emperor Shunde, but the third sister is the niece of Concubine Shu, so the reason is closer to the King Shou. Why does King Shou praise her as a jewel? , Sister Xiaosan is a wooden box?

Song Jianing blinked, thinking of the playful and active temperament of his third sister Yunfang, and of Princess Duanhui’s domineering temper. All three of them had guessed with King Shou and picked persimmons at King Shou Mansion together, but King Shou, It seems to be better for her. Perhaps Shouwang likes his cousin who is well-behaved and honest?

Song Jianing's heart warmed up little by little. She is not as slim as the third sister, and cannot attract Lu Zhen’s likes, but she is honest and sensible. Since she is a cousin, Shouwang will favor her most honest duty, which shows that she has her own strengths. Sooner or later, one day , She will also meet a man who likes an honest girl, a maid who does not dislike her being fat.

Song Jianing thought of Guo Xiao and Liang Shao again. They are not dissatisfied with her, they just look down on her identity. Now she is the fourth girl of the Guo family. Even if she is not a direct daughter, she is better than the common people whose parents have died in the previous life. How can she be determined because a Lu town does not like her All men don’t like fat girls?

After figuring it out, Song Jianing took out the white gauze wrapped in her sleeves and let out a long sigh of relief. This broken thing is not only uncomfortable, but also easy to put her into a embarrassing situation. From now on, she will never use it again!

However, in order to prevent Feng Zheng from doubting, Song Jianing blushed and led her to the nearest clean room, and temporarily wrapped her back. After dealing with Feng Zheng, on the way back to the house, Song Jianing closed the curtains tightly and asked Shuang'er to remove the white gauze for her. Just after regaining his freedom, there was a sound of horseshoes in front of the car. Song Jianing didn't think much about it, but listened to the driver respectfully saying: "My son..."

The author has something to say: Zhao Heng: You are fine.

Jianing: Where is it good? Will coax me.

Zhao Heng: Everything is good.

Jianing: Why didn't I find out.

Zhao Heng: Follow me into the house.

After a while, there was a sound of poking in the room, and the two ran in anxiously, and saw that their girl was pressed on the bed by the king of life, her body was covered with ink and red seal like white tofu: super