National Beauty

What did he say?

Looking at the strange-looking princess, Zhao Heng tried to remember that his daughter just looked up at him with her head upright. With her small white face and big watery eyes, he praised her daughter for her good looks and didn't say anything special.

Zhao Heng was puzzled.

Song Jianing reminded him excitedly: "The prince is so good-looking."

Zhao Heng nodded, boasting.

Song Jianing couldn't help but anxious, urging: "The prince once again praised."

Zhao Heng was inexplicable, but staring at his daughter, Zhao Heng smiled and touched her head and said: "Zhao Zhao is pretty."

Zhaozhao grinned, after eating a few mouthfuls of the father's meal, and then being praised by the father, the little girl has accepted the father again.

"No, what the prince said just now is that Zhao Zhao is really beautiful." Song Jianing corrected with bright eyes.

Zhao Heng didn't think much. Since she insisted, he smiled and said to his daughter: "Zhao Zhaozhen..."

Halfway through, Zhao Heng suddenly paused and finally understood what the princess meant. Zhao Zhao is really good-looking, five words. He just uttered five words fluently. Even now, Zhao Heng has a feeling that he can say those two "good-looking" smoothly. The daughter is still looking at him. In the eyes of her daughter's apricot, Zhao Heng sees his own shadow, as if he has seen him ten years ago.

Realizing that he couldn't please his father no matter what, Zhao Heng was silent for a long time without saying a word. Thinking back now, he was angry with himself, with his father and the entire palace. What he thought was that if he didn't speak, no one would laugh at him. But after all, he was not dumb. He did not speak when he was supposed to speak. On the contrary, he was more eye-catching. Those people thought he could not even the simplest things, and continued to express their sympathy to him.

Zhao Heng needs no sympathy.

He asked Mr. Fu to stay in the yard. He stayed alone in the room to practice speaking. From two characters to three characters to four characters, Zhao Heng could not remember how many four-character verses and articles he had recited. Now that he can speak four words relatively smoothly, Zhao Heng continues to practice five words, but no matter how many times he practiced, a certain word in the middle will definitely get knotted.

Now he...

"The prince, the prince also praised me." The man had a complicated expression. Song Jianing didn't know what he thought of. He just looked at his lowered eyes. Song Jianing was inexplicably distressed and felt that the prince might have remembered something unhappy. Song Jianing was stupid and didn't know how to comfort the prince, so he moved to hug him and acted softly. He has a cold appearance, but he is a person who posted it personally. Every time she acted like a baby, the prince would give it to him.

The little princess leaned softly, her head against his back, her hands around his waist, Zhao Heng tilted her head, only to see her legs stretched out diagonally, light pink trousers, and a pair of white and white trousers were exposed from the trousers. Lotus feet. Zhao Heng remembered that when he was holding her in the bathtub, she impatiently pressed her foot against the edge of the bucket, her instep straightened...

She wants him to praise her, she wants to listen to five words of praise.

She is a small bird, but Zhao Heng has a charming look in her mind, and the poems she has read from nowhere spontaneously popped up: "There are female demons and beautiful..."

In daily small talk, the speed of speech will be fast, the poetry will be right, and the speed of speech will slow down spontaneously, without any artistic conception. Listening to the prince Qingrun chanting the word "Monster" in a low voice, Song Jianing blushed and couldn't help thinking secretly about where he was a monster. Hearing the word "Li", the shame turned into sweetness. I wanted to hear what was below, but Zhao Heng remembered the source of this poem, "Concubine's Life".

The meaning of the poem title was not good, so Zhao Heng stopped in time.

In order to avoid her being entangled, Zhao Heng patted her little hand and said with a serious face: "Let's eat." Listen to some poems.

Song Jianing had hot cheeks and took the initiative to ask for praise, which was quite cheeky. Released the man, Song Jianing returned to the original position and sat down, picked up the bowl and quietly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, then secretly glanced at him. Zhao Heng was feeding his daughter, and aware of her peeping, Zhao Heng's eyes moved slightly, but he did not lift up to look at her.

Song Jianing was also thinking about things. The prince said five words, and he would still read a five-word poem. Does this mean that the prince is stuttering better? Or is it just a little better? As long as the prince tries, this question will be answered immediately, but the prince is so indifferent, it seems that he is not in a hurry to try.

After lunch, Shuang'er also brought Song Jianing's change of clothes. Song Jianing walked to the screen and changed clothes. Zhao Heng sat on the bed with his daughter and bowed his head to tease her. Probably because of the nature of the father and daughter, Zhao Zhao quickly fell in love with his father and king, Zhao Heng just nodded the little girl's nose, Zhao Zhao giggled, very happy.

Song Jianing served the prince three times in a short time. At this moment, she was too sleepy. Seeing that the father and daughter had a good time, Song Jianing stood in front of the screen. When the prince looked over, Song Jianing quietly pointed to the door, meaning she would go back to the backyard first. Song Jianing missed her husband, but she even wanted to give the father and daughter time to spend their days alone. She was beside her, and the prince couldn't put up his body to tease his daughter. Maybe she was gone, and the prince would try to say more.

Zhao Heng really has something to do and nodded.

Song Jianing left lightly, Zhao Zhao sat on his father's lap with his back to the bed, not knowing that the mother left her and ran away...

There were only father and daughter left in the bedroom. Looking at his daughter who didn’t understand anything, Zhao Heng was silent for a moment, pinched his daughter’s armpits with both hands and asked her to stand on his lap, then kissed the little girl’s forehead and said in a voice that only her daughter could hear. "Father wants to..." The first time he deliberately tried to say more, Zhao Heng paused before continuing: "Father wants to be clear."

As soon as he spoke, Zhao Heng closed his eyes and rubbed his daughter's face.

Zhaozhao heard that her father called her, raised chubby's hand to touch her father's big face, and the soft touch gradually melted the surging heart in Zhao Heng's chest. Zhao Heng tilted his head and met his daughter's big beautiful eyes. Zhao Heng smiled: "The eyes are like your mother." Without the first nervousness, he spoke more naturally this time.

But this sentence caused trouble. When he heard "Mother," Zhao Zhao blinked and suddenly turned his head to look back. He didn't see Mother, and there was no shadow behind the screen. Zhao Zhao turned around and looked for it again. In a hurry, Xiao Fatty pointed his finger at the screen, and said suspiciously to his father. Zhao Heng had already experienced his daughter's stickiness to his mother, and tentatively said without any hope: "Father and Wang Zhaozhao."

Zhaozhao couldn't understand and didn't want to listen. He looked at the door, his little face wrinkled, and he was about to cry. After all, he was not familiar with his father.

Zhao Heng sighed and immediately put on his shoes and went to the ground, holding his daughter to find his mother.

Song Jianing had just taken off her robe and lay down. To be honest, she really wants to sleep comfortably by herself, her waist is sore and her legs are weak, and she is too tired. Before going to bed, reminisce about the lingering scenes with the prince, looking forward to the situation where the prince will cure his mouth disease. Before the end of the vision, the courtesy voices of the maids came from the yard.

Song Jianing leaned on her waist and sat up. Seeing the daughter who was reaching out to her for a hug, Song Jianing smiled bitterly and joked to herself: "You can't be lazy for a while." Before, I didn't feel tired when I played with my daughter every day. When she came back, Song Jianing suddenly thought of being lazy, knowing that another person would help her take care of her daughter.

Zhao Heng glanced at her hand on her waist, took it seriously, and sat on the bed and said, "You sleep, I will coax Zhaozhao."

Song Jianing tried to lie down, Zhao Zhao broke away from his father's hand, twisted and twisted into his mother's arms, asking her to hug him. Song Jianing hugged her daughter, closed her eyes and patted. Zhao Zhao didn't want to sleep. She sat up and looked at her mother. Seeing her mother closed her eyes, the little girl crawled over her ass, trying to lift her eyelids.

Zhao Heng was taken aback, why is his daughter so bad?

"Zhao Zhao." Zhao Heng hugged his daughter in time, and Su Rongxun's daughter: "Don't bully your mother."

Zhao Zhao opened his small mouth slightly, staring at his father dazedly.

Song Jianing opened his eyes and saw that the father and daughter were both very serious and ignorant, warm in their hearts, smiled and raised some children. Her father: "Zhao Zhao is too young to understand."

Seeing that her eyes were having difficulty opening, Zhao Heng couldn't bear it, so he motioned to her to continue sleeping, and he picked up his daughter and walked out. Zhaozhao wanted to stay with his mother, groaning and crying, Zhao Heng patted his daughter on the back and whispered: "Mother is sleeping, father and king will accompany Zhaozhao."

Zhao Zhao couldn't be so coaxing, fake crying didn't work, so he was ready to cry. Zhao Heng tried to remember how she coaxed her daughter, and with a big hand, he pulled the jade pendant off her waist and handed it to her daughter. Zhaozhao hugged the jade pendant with both hands, then looked at his father, finally stopped crying, lowered his head and played with new things seriously.

The father and daughter returned to the front yard, no one disturbed them. Zhao Heng said a lot to the stupid Jiao daughter, such as "like playing jade pendant", "Zhao Zhao is really smart" and other meaningless things, and also "the Yellow River is going to change course" and " "Precautions need to be made in advance" and other business matters related to the community. The father said and said, Zhaozhao played half on his father, and the father lifted her up for a while and let her sit on his chest. Although Zhaozhao could not understand what the father was muttering, he liked the strong father more and more. Tired of playing, he fell asleep in his father's arms.

Zhao Heng looked at his daughter and tried to say six words, but not for the time being.

But Zhao Heng finally saw the hope of curing his mouth disease, and this hope was given to him by his daughter. Zhao Heng leaned over and kissed his daughter's fat face lightly, his eyes portraying her daughter's eyebrows resembling hers, Zhao Heng's heart moved, let Father Fu guard his daughter, and he went to the backyard to find his wife.

Song Jianing slept soundly. It was a little hot in the afternoon. She had already thrown away the quilt. Zhao Heng opened the veil and saw her lying outward, her face flushed, and she was naturally charming and charming, with one hand stretched out, and blood jade bracelets lined it. Her snow-white wrists, one red and one white, are so bloody, Zhao Heng would have suspected that she was pretending to be asleep and seduce people if she didn't know that she didn't have that kind of heart.

The daughter is his little baby, and this is the big baby. Without her, he is still alone. When alone, yesterday, today, and tomorrow, there is no difference.

Zhao Heng walked to the bed and pressed her shoulder to make her lie down, and he slowly pressed it up.

Song Jianing snorted and opened his eyes sleepily. Seeing him, still in this position, Song Jianing mumbled and begged, "Good evening?" She was really tired.

"Good." Zhao Heng said in a low voice.

Song Jianing believed it, but after a while, he was still lingering on her.

Song Jianing was a little sober, since the prince thought so, then she worked hard, and waited on the prince again. With the thought of starting early, finishing early and going to bed early, Song Jianing closed his eyes and unbuttoned the shirt, asking you to taste it. She changed into a light blue pocket, a thin layer of veil half-concealed to add to the temptation, Zhao Heng took a few more glances, but still lay down on her side, then hugged the person in her arms and fell asleep. .

He is really not so greedy.