National Beauty

If nothing happens, Zhao Heng will start from Maozhong every day, practice for two quarters of an hour, take a shower, change clothes, and eat. But this morning, when Zhao Heng woke up when he heard the maid’s footsteps, he just looked at the light in the account and knew that he must have overslept. He was sleeping outwards, and there was no movement behind him. Zhao Heng slowly turned his head and saw a back of his head. His princess was lying inside with his back to him, with a blue silk spread on the red satin pillow, like a cloud like a waterfall.

There was a silk gap in the quilt between the two, and Zhao Heng vaguely saw a piece of white shoulders.

The situation of last night immediately came to mind, she kissed him obediently, she hugged him carefully, she took the initiative to lick his lips, she begged him to slow down with tears, all the body once covered by the dress was exposed in front of him. Ruyu is like snow, Jiaojiao trembles, as long as her hand is next to her, she can't bear to remove it anymore.

With her throat tight and looking at her sound asleep, Zhao Heng remembered the last scene before going to bed last night. She pushed him away disgustingly, complaining of pain in her mouth.

I don't know if it is really painful or sleepy.

Opening the quilt, Zhao Heng got up first, with very light steps, and did not disturb her. Today is a ten-day holiday, and the emperor does not need to go to court, but he explained in advance that they can enter the palace for the first time. Walking out of the inner room and seeing several maids beside her, Zhao Heng frowned and was about to speak when Fu Gonggong came in from outside the hall.

Zhao Heng said to Fu and justice: "Half an hour."

Father Fu looked at the direction of the inner chamber, without blinking his eyes, he ordered the two children: "Let the princess sleep for another half an hour."

The twins bowed their heads and promised.

Zhao Heng led Mr. Fu away.

Seeing the figures of the master and servant disappear at the end of the corridor, Jiu'er couldn't help but stick out his tongue, and whispered to Shuang'er: "Father-in-law is so great, the prince only talked for half an hour, and he knew what the prince meant. I just wondered what to do in half an hour."

Liu'er whispered: "Of course, or how could Father Fu be the number one celebrity next to the prince? I heard that now the prince is working as an errand at the Hanlin Academy, and Father Fu explains everything on his behalf."

"Well, don't talk about the master in private, think about how to serve the princess for a while." Shuang'er stopped the two of them from gossip and looked worriedly into the inner room. She was guarding the second room last night. She heard the princess crying intermittently several times. Each time it took longer than one to fight, she didn’t know what she had experienced, and the prince didn’t seem to say anything from the beginning to the end. Ask them to come in and serve.

Expecting the master to take a bath after he got up, Shuang'er had asked someone to prepare hot water in the western room. First, pour a bucket of boiling water in, and then add water when it was cold. When the master woke up, it was almost ready for use.

In the front yard, Zhao Heng practiced the internal boxing method for two quarters of an hour. He did not sweat during the practice, but last night...

Why did you think of it again?

Zhao Heng frowned and went to the bathroom. Father Fu undressed him. As soon as he took off his shirt, he saw a crescent-like nail print on the back of the master, some on his shoulders, some on his back, and some just It's red, and some are bleeding. Father Fu secretly smacked his tongue, but didn't delay his hand movements, he only reminded in a low voice: "Master, just wipe it now, don't get any water on your back."

Zhao Heng was just about to look back at him, and the moment he turned sideways, he remembered, don't look at her being well-behaved, she became bold when she cried. He didn't ask her to hold her, she cried pitifully, he let go of her hand, and she grabbed him like revenge. She didn't feel any pain at the time, and she just felt a little bit of punching, did she leave her hurt?

He didn't move, Father Fu quickly wiped the wipes to help the master wipe his back.

Today, I entered the palace to serve tea to my father and empress Li. Zhao Heng changed into a crimson-colored embroidered python robe. He packed up and was a little hungry, and led Father Fu to the backyard. The half-hour allowance has not yet arrived, but it is only a cup of tea. Shuang'er and the others remember the prince’s instructions, but dare not go in early. Now that the prince is back, several maids look at each other. , A little disturbed.

"Lord." Regardless of what you think, let's salute first.

Zhao Heng ignored them, went straight into the inner room, bypassed the screen, and opened the two-layer veil. She was still asleep, but she turned over at some unknown time. He slept on his back in the middle of the large bed, that was comfortable and comfortable. Posture, as if he had wronged her by taking half of the place.

Zhao Heng sat on the bed and looked at her silently. She slept soundly, her face flushed, but her eyes were blue, proving that she did not sleep well last night. Looking at the green, Zhao Heng felt a little guilty, and at the same time he felt a little bit of doubt. He felt that he was not a person with great desires. Why did he always think last night...

It was getting late, Zhao Heng patted her shoulder gently.

Song Jianing didn't move, feeling nothing.

Zhao Heng increased his strength, and saw her pouting her mouth, then turned around like a puff, and turned the back of her head at him again. Seeing her lying in bed, Zhao Heng thought inexplicably that when he was a child, at the age of six or seven, the nurses came to call him, especially in winter, he actually wanted to stay in bed, but he was afraid that his father would know whether he liked it or not. Wake up when you wake up, and gradually develop the habit of getting up early.

She is a girl, so she doesn't have so much scruples.

"Get up." Zhao Heng whispered while pushing her shoulders.

Song Jianing was pushed a few times, but she was actually a little conscious. It was only when she was sleeping in Guo’s boudoir. Now she heard the man’s voice, she suddenly remembered that she had married the King Shou last night, and the one who called her Didn't the man... startled, Song Jianing sat up without even thinking about it, and the quilt on his body naturally slipped off.

Zhao Heng looked over subconsciously and saw a piece of white snow with red plums on it.

Song Jianing realized that something was wrong when the quilt fell and her shoulders were cold, and immediately pulled up the quilt to cover herself, and buried her head in embarrassment. She really didn't know that she didn't wear anything. He entangled twice last night, Song Jianing had forgotten when she slept, and fell asleep when her head touched the pillow.

She covered her head, Zhao Heng turned to look outside the bed, sat for a while, not knowing what to say, got up and went out and asked the maids to come in and wait. Song Jianing heard him go out, and immediately lay back on the bed, covering his chest with one hand and supporting his waist. The quilt on it could not be touched. His waist was sour as a stone ran over him, not to mention the place where he was favored most frequently by the King of Shou.

In short, after getting out of bed, Song Jianing was supported by Shuang'er and couldn't walk on her own.

King Shou went to the front yard again. Song Jianing took a quarter of an hour in the bath, and the heat was exhausted. After going out of the bath, Song Jianing's legs finally recovered some strength. Shuang'er and Liu'er served her to dress up. Jiu'er went to the front yard and asked the prince to come over and have breakfast together. On the seat, hearing the movement, he turned his head to look at her.

Song Jianing blushed and looked down. Last night's Shou Wang was clearly the Beast King, and he was not brave enough to be like a person who likes calligraphy and painting.

The two masters were all here, and the two men motioned to the little maids to prepare the meal. Breakfast was relatively simple. Song Jianing lowered his head to scoop the red jujube porridge to drink, and Yu Guang secretly glanced aside. Looking at King Shou at this time, although his expression was not different from that in front of the bridal chamber, Song Jianing felt that the two of them seemed to be more intimate when thinking of him buried in her arms and insatiable.

Relatively speechless last night, Song Jianing was nervous, because he was afraid that he would not like him. Now Song Jianing is very sure that King Shou is a person who talks little, and at night, he becomes a passionate mate. Now that he understood Shouwang's temperament, Song Jianing had nothing to say, and ate breakfast quietly.

Rinse your mouth after a meal, and you're going to enter the palace. It was cold outside, and both of them had to wear cloaks. Song Jianing's cloak was in Shuang'er's hands, and Zhao Heng's was held by Father Fu from the front yard. Seeing that King Shou stood up, Song Jianing looked at Father Fu, wanting to serve King Shou himself, but was afraid that it would be wrong.

Father Fu had eyes long, and he saw what the princess meant. He turned a little bit before turning to Song Jianing with the jade-blue cloak. Song Jianing's face blushed slightly, but he still took the cloak and walked to the side of King Shou and said, "Master, shall I serve you to wear it?"

Zhao Heng looked at her and nodded.

Song Jianing unfolded her cloak and put it on his broad shoulders. She wholeheartedly served her mate, but at the moment when her hands were raised, Zhao Heng thought of her holding his neck and climbing her shoulders at night. Song Jianing didn't pay attention to the man's gaze, pulled the cloak strap, and cleverly tied a knot. After finishing the fight, she mustered the courage to raise her eyes to see his look at this moment.

Zhao Heng looked at her calmly.

Song Jianing was a little embarrassed, she thought he would react a little.

Leaving his side, Song Jianing stood aside, changed into a pair of cloaks for her, plum-red cloaks, embroidered with peonies with gold thread, graceful and luxurious, and the snow-white fox fur on the hood made her cheeks white and tender. Zhao Heng then remembered the feeling of kissing his cheek again, smooth and warm.

"Let's go." He set off first.

Song Jianing hummed, followed him. The man had big steps. Song Jianing tried very hard to catch up, but she served him three or four times in the first night. It was really uncomfortable and she could only walk as fast as possible. . Zhao Heng was just accustomed to striding, Yu Guangzhong did not follow her, Zhao Heng slowed down, and then in order to cooperate with her, he walked very slowly, and everyone could see the slowness.

Song Jianing felt sweet all at once. Although King Shou couldn't speak warm words, he was very considerate in everything he did.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, the couple walked out of the Shouwang Mansion side by side. The carriage was prepared in front of the door, and the wooden bench was also placed. Song Jianing looked forward while tilting her head, and the pair of children behind were about to step forward, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the prince holding the hand of the princess. Shuang'er face was hot inexplicably, and he lowered his head to smile.

Song Jianing blushed, surprised by his care in front of outsiders.

Nodded at him, Song Jianing supported him with one hand, draped the clothes with the other, and raised her right foot to step on the wooden bench. As a result, with just such a movement, she felt panic underneath, and her right leg stiffened in the air with pain. Zhao Heng suddenly changed his face and frowned when she saw that she had just replied in shame, thinking of her slow footsteps, and understood.

He let go of her hand, and then he hugged her waist with one hand to support her legs, directly hugged the person up, put the person on the car, and moved so fast that Song Jianing stepped on the front of the car with her feet, and she was still leaning blankly. He looked up at him in disbelief with his chest.

"Go in." Zhao Heng whispered to remind so many people.

Song Jianing's face was hot, and she got into the car as if she was enduring discomfort and fleeing.