National Beauty

The red sun gradually slanted, and the undulating quilt suddenly stopped moving on the warm couch in the study of King Shou’s Mansion. The next moment, the quilt was eagerly lifted, and King Shou turned over and lay on his back, gasping for breath. Yu's face was rarely flushed. Next to King Shou, his princess's black hair was messy, her tender little face was like a peony that had been hit by the rain, her red and sweaty, apricot eyes were misty, a few strands of her temple hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks, she looked enchanting and charming.

Both of them were panting. Song Jianing felt the cold first, and his little hand grasped the quilt he had thrown around his waist and covered himself again. There was a pillow placed here, and Zhao Heng was lying on the couch directly by her, opened his eyes, saw the roof, looked away, and saw the rows of bookshelves on the ground. The collections of Scriptures and History seemed to change at this moment. Become a sage, shaking his head and sighing at him, not ashamed of his ridiculous day.

Zhao Heng closed his eyes, wondering why this happened.

With a heavy arm, she leaned in softly, resting her head on his chest, rubbing it reliantly. Zhao Heng held her half of her shoulder, it was thin and slippery, it was so fascinating, and the beauty was misleading. It really made sense, but he could no longer indulge himself in this way. The husband and wife should stay together at night and do business in the daytime.

"You don't need it in the future, I'll send soup again." Zhao Heng whispered.

Song Jianing hadn't fully recovered from the aftermath. After listening to his instructions, she hummed habitually. After that, her body stiffened and she reacted. The prince did not ask her to send soup, yes, is she to blame for interrupting his study? After sending the soup, the two of them rolled into the bed. Perhaps, the prince thought she sent the soup to seduce him?

Song Jianing didn't want to seduce the prince, but in the end, the prince did go to school because of her.

"Yes." She immediately reverently said, and people didn't dare to lie in his arms anymore, and quickly lay back inside.

The Wenxiang nephrite body left, Zhao Heng turned her head, and she caught her blushing profile, with a strand of wet hair, making her kiss. It was just a ridiculous time, Zhao Heng didn't want to indulge himself anymore, he opened the quilt and helped her cover it up. He changed his clothes with his back to her, and went down to the clean room at the back.

After releasing the water and cleaning up, Zhao Heng delayed for a while, and walked out, only to see that she was already wearing her clothes, draped with a blue silk and folded the quilt with her back facing him. Zhao Heng was stunned. She was delicate and soft, and she had to rest for a while every time she was finished. How could she have the energy to work now?

Song Jianing folded the quilt, turned around and caught a glimpse of the slender figure over there. She cast her eyes down and smiled, then put her shoes on the ground first, and then went to one side to comb her hair and dress up. The hairpins were all there, but there was no comb. Song Jianing used his fingers as his hair, tilted his head slightly, combed the long hair one by one, and the jade-white fingers shuttled through the thick black hair. There was no kind of quietness. nice.

Zhao Hengqing couldn't help being attracted by her hand.

Song Jianing didn't know that the man was looking at her, her hair was smooth, she dexterously twisted into the bun when she came, inserted the hairpin and hairpin according to her memory, and finally patted the bangs on her forehead lightly. Feeling there was nothing wrong, Song Jianing turned around and asked the man softly to confirm: "Master, is my hair messy?"

Zhao Heng stayed on the spot, watching her dress up in one go, returning to the dignity and gentleness when she first entered the door. Her hair was neat and tidy, Zhao Heng couldn't see anything wrong, but he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. He could only answer her question: "It's not messy."

Song Jianing laughed again and bowed to salute him: "Then I will leave first."

Zhao Heng paused and said, "Okay."

Song Jianing walked away softly. When she went out, she saw Father Fu. There was no change on her face. She was calm and peaceful all the way. Until she returned to the backyard, Song Jianing asked the maids to wait outside. She was alone. Walked into the inner room and went straight to the tall full-length mirror. In the mirror, she is beautiful and charming, she is all born, she can't change it.

Song Jianing pulled off the collar, his shoulders and chest were all traces left by the prince. He likes her very much, but he is a prince who likes to read, he is a prince with big things in his heart, and he doesn't need her soup, and he doesn't want her to go to the study to "seduce" him. After closing the collar, Song Jianing sighed helplessly. She really didn't mean that.

No matter, when he comes to the backyard, she will work hard to be a family member. She will not go to the front yard. The prince’s study is not the place for her to go, but she is too anxious.

In the study, Zhao Heng sat back on the couch, no one beside him, and still couldn’t read the book. When he raised his head, it was as if she saw her sitting quietly on the opposite side and looking through "Records of the Historian". She was behind her in a dark blanket. A whimper that is unbearable. Tomorrow I will go to the Imperial Academy as a errand, if I still feel like this in the palace...

Zhao Heng decided to live in the front yard tonight. He caught a glimpse of the "Historical Records" that she had only turned a few pages, and he smiled faintly.

As night fell, Zhao Heng took the volume of "Historical Records" and went to the backyard. He didn't worry about eating. He first told her to speak in the inner room, took out the scroll in her sleeve, and asked her, "Don't like it?"

Song Jianing shook his head and said sincerely: "I like it, but I don't understand it in some places."

"Why don't you understand?" Zhao Heng handed her the book.

Song Jianing looked at him and saw that he was calm, not as if he was blaming her for seduce. He thought that the man had died down, so Song Jianing boldly pointed out a few things she didn't understand. There was a question in the first sentence: "The Yellow Emperor, Son of Shaodian, who is Shaodian? Is he famous?" The black and white Xingyan looked at him ignorantly, like a child.

Zhao Heng laughed: "You have a clan, the leader of the tribe."

Song Jianing understood, and then asked again: "Which is the Yushi?"

This kind of thing is a long story and needs to be explained clearly in one breath. Zhao Heng couldn't explain it clearly in a few words, and he said, "The next place."

Song Jianing narrowed his neck, guessing that he didn't understand even after asking, and hurriedly pointed to a place name: "Where is Banquan?"

Zhao Heng looked at her, called Father-in-law Lai Fu, and Father-in-law Fu to get the map.

Song Jianing was suddenly very embarrassed, put down the book and smiled: "Forget it, I just look at it, don't need to know so clearly."

She smiled beautifully, Zhao Heng took her hand and squeezed it lightly: "Understood, I won't be sleepy."

No wonder she fell asleep after turning a few pages.

Song Jianing also understood what he was talking about, and immediately blushed.

When Zhao Heng saw her like this, he thought again.

After reading the map, Zhao Heng pointed out several places mentioned in the book to her, and then Zhao Heng asked someone to set up a meal. Song Jianing took a few mouthfuls in silence, squinting the man, she tentatively asked, "Does the prince like to eat light food?"

It was the first time she spoke at the dinner table. Zhao Heng glanced at her and nodded.

Song Jianing laughed: "I have the same taste as the prince." A series of dishes she likes to eat.

When she was talking, Zhao Heng put down his chopsticks and listened. He looked at her watery apricot eyes with black eyes. After she had eaten, he picked up the chopsticks again. This dinner, the couple spent a quarter of an hour longer than last night. After rinsing her mouth after the meal, Song Jianing felt that it was not good to go to bed immediately after eating. Thinking about the king's and stepfather's chess game, she actively invited Shouwang: "Master, let's play chess, right?"

Zhao Heng wanted to go back to the front yard, but he couldn't move his feet when he heard the words and nodded.

The maids placed the chessboard on the second warm couch.

Song Jianing held the sandalwood chess pot in one hand and pinched the pieces from it with the other hand, playing very seriously. When Zhao Hengguan saw her chess game, he suddenly discovered that he, the princess, was as simple and simple as a child except that he was not like a child. Playing chess with Guo Boyan, Zhao Heng never used his heart, but with his princess, Zhao Heng used his heart to make her win.

At the end of the round, Song Jianing was exasperated, pinched Shouwang’s sunspot, and smiled beautifully: "The prince has lost."

Zhao Heng also laughed: "What reward do you want?"

Song Jianing just played with him casually. He never thought about winning a reward. After thinking for a while, he couldn't think of what he could ask for.

Zhao Heng waited patiently, and Song Jianing had to make up: "The prince rewards me with a piece of jewelry?" Silver is too vulgar, for fear of him making a joke.

Zhao Heng glanced at the top of her head, agreed, and then started picking up pieces, which meant another game.

Song Jianing had just won once, and he was more interested. When playing chess, he began to wonder what reward he would win after a while. The result was pretty beautiful, and he was beaten by the man after a few strokes. Song Jianing stared at the chessboard blankly, and then realized that Wang Shouwang's chess skill was good, and she was just coaxing her in the last game.

Song Jianing glanced at him bitterly.

Zhao Heng only asked: "What do you allow me?"

Song Jianing just wanted to ask him for something, and now he said: "One win and one loss, let's two please, no one needs to give it to each other."

Zhao Heng pursed his lips, with no words to tell, and continued to pick up chess pieces.

Song Jianing knew his abilities, so naturally he wasn't so stupid to take the initiative to lose. He deliberately covered his mouth with his little hand, and said sleepily: "It's almost a new day, the prince will get up early tomorrow, and rest early?"

Zhao Heng turned the chess piece in his hand, put it back on the chessboard and said, "Okay."

Song Jianing jumped off the ground happily, put on her own shoes, and then helped her wear them.

Zhao Heng directly followed her to the inner room.

The two stole their mouths once in the afternoon, and Song Jianing estimated that he would have one at most tonight. Therefore, although this time was longer and menacing than any previous one, Song Jianing tried his best to move on, not afraid of sore waist or leg tremors, and will live the lord. Serve comfortably. But Song Jianing didn't expect that when she slept well in the middle of the night, the man hugged her from behind again.

Song Jianing was so sleepy and courageous that he would not give anything.

Zhao Heng likes her not afraid of being dazed and dazed this day. He doesn't want to force her. He puts his arms around her and blows in her ear: "Send you jewelry." Doesn't she want jewelry? Give him one more time, and he gave her two.

Song Jianing is not rare, or shouldn't.

Zhao Heng was breathing hard and reminded her: "You lost."

Song Jianing was hugged and rubbed by him for a long while, and he became more and more awake, opened his eyes, and saw his faint eyes that condensed rain and fog through the dim light from the small lamp outside. Knowing that he was thinking tight, Song Jianing became weak inexplicably, but remembered his dislike of her in the study in the afternoon, so he could not be sore, and deliberately wringed it out: "The time I won was offset."

"I have promised to give you jewelry." Zhao Heng insisted.

Song Jianing gritted his teeth, circled his neck and said: "The prince must not fool me with ordinary goods..."

"Yeah." Zhao Heng replied absentmindedly, eagerly suppressing her, and threw the day-to-day determination of abstinence to the horizon.