National Beauty

Zhao Heng's autumn cold was a minor illness. He sweated at night and recovered health the next day. When he woke up early in the morning, he went to the backyard to see both Song Jianing and his wife. Song Jianing may be pregnant, Zhao Zhao is still young, and he is afraid of getting sick, so Zhao Heng continued to stay in the front yard last night.

He got up too early, Song Jianing hadn't woken up yet, and Zhao Heng sat by the bed for a while. The light is dim, and the woman in the tent sleeps peacefully, with plump cheeks, picturesque brows and eyes, lips pursed slightly, with a hint of childishness. She has become a mother, but she still looks like a little girl before the big wedding. Protect her and don't ask her to bother about big things.

Zhao Heng leaned over and kissed her forehead lightly.

Song Jianing's breathing is shallow and unconscious.

Zhao Heng will go to see his daughter again. Two or three-year-old children are growing up every day. Zhao Heng has only been bored in the front yard for half a month. When he sees his daughter again, he obviously feels that her daughter has grown up a little bit, facing the outside and lying in the big red brocade quilt. , The little mouth opened, and half of his face was squeezed by the pillow and changed.

Zhao Heng likes his daughter's fat face, he will be as beautiful as the princess when he grows up.

Moving a chair, Zhao Heng sat on the side of the bed, looking at the little girl who had been away for half a month, while patiently waiting for her daughter to wake up. Zhaozhao goes to bed and wakes up regularly every day. As soon as it was light outside, the little princess in the bed started to move, slowly turning to lying flat, opening his mouth and yawning, and then opened his eyes.

Zhao Heng smiled and looked at his daughter.

Zhaozhao blinked sleepily, and then stretched out his hand to hug his father.

Zhao Heng picked up his daughter with the quilt, and watched his daughter leaning against him like a bunny, still yawning. Zhang Wanxing looked at him with moist eyes. Zhao Heng's eyes became more gentle and helped his daughter wipe. Zhao Heng asked in a soft voice, "Do you want Daddy?"

"Yes." Zhao Zhao finally really woke up, rushed forward, wrapped his little arm around his father's neck, and looked intently. He hadn't been hugged by his father for a long time.

Zhao Heng rubbed his daughter's head, feeling her daughter's miss and dependence on him, Zhao Heng had only guilt in his heart, no matter how much he remembered his brother, he shouldn't leave them in the cold. When his elder brother was seriously ill, his nephews and sister-in-law were helpless. He didn't want his princess to be as exhausted and haggard as his sister-in-law, and he didn't want his daughter because he didn't have the pain of his father.

"Let's go, daddy hug Zhaozhao, go find your mother." Touching his daughter's soft and messy hair, Zhao Heng suddenly wanted to see her help her daughter to comb the sky.

When she went to the room, Song Jianing slept well, suddenly a wet face fell on her face, as if a puppy was licking her. Song Jianing laughed before waking up, and reached out to hug her daughter's small body into his arms. Looking at Mei Niang happily, Song Jianing opened his eyes, but saw that the prince was sitting beside the bed, with a crown of jade face and peaceful brows and eyes, she was a familiar fairy.

Song Jianing looked at him greedily, until Zhao Heng hugged Zhao Zhao, who was naughty about to climb onto his mother's body, on his lap again, Song Jianing returned to his mind and asked with concern: "How is the prince? Don't be aggressive..."

"Everything is as usual, don't worry." Zhao Heng looked at her, his eyes calm.

Junzhou is thousands of miles away from the capital. Zhao Heng doesn't want his brother to leave Beijing. If something happens, he can't take care of it, so he repeatedly petitioned his father to take his life back, but Zhao Heng finally figured it out last night. When the emperor left Beijing, his heart was frustrated, so he became sick for a long time, but the brother was different. The brother was tired of the ruthlessness in the palace. The brother yearned for the peace of ordinary people. Instead of letting the brother stay in the capital, he might be disturbed and used at any time, maybe for the time being. It's better for my brother to stay away from the capital.

Song Jianing asked about his body, but after looking at the prince for a moment, Song Jianing felt that there was another meaning in the prince’s words. As he was about to explore, Zhao Heng suddenly remembered something and asked her: "Is the pomegranate ripe? "

Song Jianing nodded subconsciously, Zhao Zhao heard his father mention pomegranate, and immediately turned his head to the door, raised Xiao Pang's hand and pointed out, asking his father to hold her to pick the pomegranate. The daughter looked like her, and her greedy temper followed her. Zhao Heng laughed and lowered his head to coax his daughter: "Go back after dinner. Father will give Zhaozhao and pick the biggest one."

Zhao Zhao happily looked at his father, Zhao Heng hugged his daughter, turned his head, teasingly asked her: "Would you like the princess?"

Song Jianing could see that the prince had really walked out of the haze of King Chu's departure from Beijing. Although she sympathized with the king of Chu and felt sorry for Feng Zheng's wife three, the prince had been sad for more than half a month, and finally the prince was willing to laugh again. Song Jianing decided that as long as the prince did not mention it, she would never console her afterwards. So as not to evoke the sadness of the prince.

He was in the mood to tease, Song Jianing glanced at his daughter, leaning on the bedside and softly cooperating: "I want the biggest one too." See what he would do.

Zhao Heng raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, but didn't make a choice right away, just smiled.

After the meal, Zhao Heng held his daughter in one hand and held her in the other, and walked towards the Baiguoyuan in the backyard like a leisurely walk. The autumn is high and refreshing, the sky is blue like a wash, and when you look at it, your mood also broadens. This is only the closed autumn scene in the palace's high wall, and the world that can be seen outside is definitely broader.

"After the ban is lifted, go to Anguo Temple?" Zhao Heng discussed with her in a low voice, "The carriage is going slowly, it should be fine."

"The prince is going to the incense?" Song Jianing asked in surprise. Apart from the last spring hunt, this is the first time the prince wants to take her out.

Zhao Heng nodded and didn't tell her, he just wanted to wander around and walk around.

"Okay, take Zhaozhao with him." Song Jianing agreed after thinking about it. In the past six months, the king of Chu was first mad and then recovered, followed by setting fire to annoy the emperor, which can be described as a twists and turns. Now that the dust has settled, Song Jianing also wants to go to the pillar incense, pray for the king of Chu’s family for peace and good luck, and pray for the prince’s success. ,then……

Looking at his stomach, Song Jianing concealed his careful thoughts. She likes both sons and daughters born by herself, but the title of the prince or the future... needs a boy to inherit. She gave birth to a son earlier, and the next few don't need to be as nervous as they are now.

"Pomegranate!" Zhao Zhao didn't listen to what his father and mother were saying. He stretched his neck and looked forward. Seeing the red pomegranate in Baiguolin from a distance, Zhao Zhao exclaimed in excitement.

Zhao Heng and Song Jianing both accepted their hearts and focused on picking the biggest pomegranate with their daughter. There are many branches in the forest. Zhao Heng changed his hands to hug his daughter with his father and the king carefully. He looked for pomegranates conscientiously. No matter which one the little princess pointed out, whether it was a short place or a branch, Father Fu was responsible for picking it, climbing the tree or not Those who climbed the ladder, sweating profusely, went around and picked three baskets full of pomegranates.

The family of three moved to the Dequ Pavilion, Zhaozhao picked one basket after another, and finally held one of the biggest pomegranates in her eyes and handed it to the father and the king, urging them to "eat" continuously.

The plates and spoons were all ready, Zhao Heng handed the pomegranate to Father Fu. Father Fu stood opposite the stone table, rolled up his sleeves, and skillfully showed the masters the skill of cutting pomegranates. Make a circle in the middle, break the pomegranate, pat the skin of the pomegranate with your hand, and soon pour the full red pomegranates into the plate.

Zhaozhao sat on his father's lap, so greedy that he wanted to grab one first.

Zhao Heng was worried that his daughter would catch too much at one time, so he put a small plate in front of her daughter. He pinched one from the big plate. After Zhaozhao finished eating, he pinched another. Zhaozhao ate slowly, Zhao Heng pinched a few for his daughter, and suddenly grabbed a handful and put it on the princess's plate, reminding her: "The biggest one."

A big pomegranate is divided between the two of them, no one is partial.

Song Jianing smiled.

"Master, these..." Duke Fu asked, pointing to the three baskets of pomegranates in the pavilion.

Zhao Heng said lightly: "Follow the rule."

Father Fu understood, ordered someone to carry the pomegranate away, and then divide it into four parts. One part was sent to the palace, two parts were given to Mrs. Tai and Brother Mao, and the other part was sent to the former King of Chu who had already left Beijing. There, this is where the first batch of fruits of the Royal Mansion of Longevity went. Although King Shou was banned, things such as fruit can still be sent out.

Chongzheng Hall, Emperor Xuande looked at the plate of pomegranate that Wang En brought up, and did not move for a while.

Wang En lowered his head and waited aside, silently.

After another quarter of an hour, there was a slight chewing sound from the opposite side of the royal table. Wang En quietly swept over, his eyes drooping too low, only one hand was seen. The emperor was getting older, and his hands were no longer as white and strong as he was when he was young. Even the speed of pinching the pomegranate seemed to become slower, eating one by one and stopping for a while.

Emperor Xuande was reminiscing the taste of pomegranate. Since he opened his house as the third oldest, he would give him the fruits of the season every year. Cherries, apricots, plums, and pomegranates, the color and fragrance are not as good as the tributes from all over the world, but probably their own things are better than other people’s fragrance, Emperor Xuande I always feel that the fruit of filial piety to him is the best.

The third child begged for his brother, yes, he just didn't want to hear the name of the boss anymore, and didn't want to be upset anymore, so he forbidden the third child's feet in angrily. Emperor Xuande thought that the third child would blame him, but he didn't expect that the child would have been banned, and he didn't forget to send pomegranates. Turning the red pomegranate that was just picked up, Emperor Xuande smiled comfortingly.

He knew that the third child’s plate of pomegranate was just a pomegranate, and did not contain any calculations. His youngest man was also a man of temperament. If he really hates his father, he will hate it to the end, and he will never disdain to exchange pomegranate for his forgiveness. As a father, who had just been completely resented by a son, Emperor Xuande really could no longer bear the hatred of another son, and the simple filial piety of the third child, like the spring breeze of Hexi, warmed Emperor Xuande’s old age. heart of.

After eating a plate of pomegranates, Emperor Xuande's mood improved. After thinking about it, he told Wang En, "The Su Embroidery that paid tribute yesterday, send ten horses to the Palace of Shou, and save them for the princess to make clothes."

Wang En smiled and took his orders.

It didn’t take long for the reward to be sent to the Palace of Shouwang. A bunch of exquisite embroidery embroidery were placed on the couch, crawling around with curiosity. After all, he was too young. Although he knew the beauty, he still couldn’t appreciate the good materials and freshness. After a while, I asked my father to take her to play in the garden. Zhao Heng didn't care about those rewards, and continued to compensate for his fairies.

The news that Emperor Xuande rewarded the King of Shou quickly reached the ears of those with a heart.

King Rui didn't care very much, King Chu completely lost his power, and the third child was born with speech problems. No matter how rewarding his father is, it has nothing to do with the overall situation.

After another seven or eight days, with the lifting of the ban on Shouwang, another news came from the Shouwang Mansion that the Shouwang concubine was pregnant again.

This time Rui Wang finally couldn't laugh, sour! King Chu is gone, he became the first of the princes, but he has no son yet!