Tanhualang

While talking, Zhao Heng slid his hands across the back of Shen Jing's neck, kneading his earlobes once in a while, and occasionally lowered his head to kiss his neck.

Shen Jing leaned on him a little absent-mindedly, remembering the two previous times when Zhao Heng entered the palace.

The first time was seven or eight days ago.At that time, Shen Jing was planting a plum tree with Zhao Heng in the new courtyard, Xiao You sent someone to call Zhao Heng, saying that the Holy Majesty Zheng Man personally brought someone to the palace to invite Zhao Heng into the palace.

That time Zhao Heng left in a hurry and came back from the palace not long after.Afterwards, he was extraordinarily silent, quietly playing chess with him, and several times he stared blankly at the chessboard.Shen Jing asked him if he was tired, but he just waved his hand and said that he had some annoying business affairs, and Shen Jing didn't ask any further.

The second time was three days ago, and it was also invited by someone from the palace.Zhao Heng stayed in the palace until very late that day, and only returned to the new courtyard at nightfall.Shen Jing had nothing to do at home that day, so he specially made a basket of dim sum to please him.

Unexpectedly, when Zhao Heng went back that day, when Shen Jing changed his clothes, he was taken to the bed.

The two were in love that day, and Zhao Heng's actions were extremely intense, and Shen Jing almost cried out at his name several times.In the end, both of them were so exhausted that Zhao Heng was willing to give up.

It never felt different.Thinking about it now, Shen Jing couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart: Presumably Zhao Heng was called to the palace several times by the Holy Majesty for the sake of accepting the concubine.

He was lost in thought, and felt a pain in his ear, so he couldn't help crying out.

But Zhao Heng refused to let go, took his earlobe and pulled it again, sucking kisses all the way down from the ear to the neck, lingering on the side of Shen Jing's neck for a long time, tormenting him with itching and pain, and moaning unbearably He was willing to give up after making a sound, raised his head and stared at Shen Jing, his gaze seemed to be filled with tenderness, but he complained in a very dissatisfied tone: "What are you thinking? You are here alone, and you don't know where your heart is going. went?"

Shen Jing didn't make a sound, leaned back, separated a distance, and traced Zhao Heng's eyebrows inch by inch with his gaze.

I used to think that Zhao Heng was outstanding in appearance and personable.If you look closely like this, it is probably because Xi Shi is in the eyes of the beholder. You feel that the person in front of you has long eyebrows and slender eyes, a straight nose bridge, a stern jawline, and affectionate eyes and eyebrows. From description to demeanor, he is handsome and impressive. Almost impossible to stare at.

Zhao Heng was looked at by him like this, and the tips of his ears turned red, and he leaned close to Shen Jing's ear and said in a hoarse voice: "Miao An... If you look at Gu like this again, Gu Ke will not be able to bear it anymore."

As he said that, he lowered his head and grabbed Shen Jing's thin lips, and kissed again and again, making both of them a little restless. Zhao Heng panted slightly, hugged Shen Jing and fell back on the couch, and was going to relieve him. robe belt.

Shen Jing closed her eyes and lightly blocked his hand: "Your Highness...Xiao Meng is still outside."

Zhao Heng paused, let go of his hand, and smiled in Shen Jing's ear again: "It seems that Miao An is still distracted... At this moment, he is still thinking about others."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed Shen Jing again.

Shen Jing was dizzy by her kiss, and it took a lot of effort to push him away a little: "Your Highness...Your Highness, it's getting late."

Only then did Zhao Heng stop his movements, looked up at Shen Jing, sat up, lowered his eyes and carefully gathered his clothes properly, then raised his head, looked at him with deep and deep eyes.

Shen Jing avoided his gaze, gently brushed away the folds of Zhao Heng's robe, and said in a warm voice: "It's getting late, tomorrow is the imperial court, Your Highness has to get up early—"

Zhao Heng interrupted him: "Do you have something on your mind?"

Shen Jing smiled for a while, then looked up at Zhao Heng: "Your Highness, I'm worrying too much... It's just that I've been busy on duty all day today, and I'm a little tired——"

Zhao Heng raised his hand to hold his wrist, and interrupted him: "Miao An, no matter what, don't hide it from Gu."

"..."

Zhao Heng turned sideways to face him, his eyes refusing to relax at all: "What is it that makes you so restless?"

Shen Jing lowered her eyes and was silent for a long time before she whispered: "...I heard someone say today that His Highness is going to accept a concubine."

Zhao Heng's expression froze.

The room was originally warm, but this sentence seemed to sink the two of them into an ice cellar at the same time.

Zhao Heng held Shen Jing's hand tightly, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Who said it?"

Shen Jing still lowered her eyes: "The Ministry of Rites has received an order... saying that it is preparing for the ceremony for His Royal Highness to accept the concubine."

Zhao Heng's expression changed again, and his breathing gradually became heavier. He let go of Shen Jing's hand, stood up, and was about to walk out in big strides.

Shen Jing turned her head and called him anxiously: "Your Highness!"

Zhao Heng paused.

The door was halfway open, and the cold wind came in from outside, messing up Zhao Heng's robe belt and hem, and also turning his face icy cold.

Shen Jing stood up from the couch, and shouted again: "...Your Highness."

Zhao Heng turned his head and glanced at Shen Jing, his face was livid, he closed the door with a "bang", and strode back into the room.

He turned back and forth twice, his face gradually softened, and then he walked back in front of Shen Jing, squatted down, and said softly: "Miao'an, don't be angry... I will enter the palace tomorrow morning, and then I will tell Brother Huang. I He is determined not to marry a wife."

Looking at Prince Yu, who used to be so imposing in the past, kneeling at his feet with a cautious look at this moment, Shen Jing only felt a soreness rushing from his chest to his throat, making him choked and uncomfortable.

He paused, raised the corners of his lips and forced a smile, raised his hand to caress Zhao Heng's temples, and said softly, "Your Highness... I'm not angry."

Zhao Heng sighed, got up and sat down beside Shen Jing.

Shen Jing was silent for a long time, and slowly said: "When I came back to His Highness from Suzhou that day, His Highness asked me again and again if I really didn't plan to enter the imperial court, and told me to give me time to think carefully before making a decision. .”

He turned to Zhao Heng, put his hands on his hands, and said slowly: "Your Highness is now standing on such a threshold just like I was back then. You have to think carefully about it. If you go one step further, you will be the ninety-five-year-old who lives and kills; if you take a step back, you may be a courtier who surrenders to others, with swords, spears, swords and halberds, and is slaughtered and driven by others."

Zhao Heng lowered his eyes and remained silent.

After a long time, he turned his head and asked Shen Jing, "Miao An must have been loved by your father when she was a child, right?"

Shen Jing was stunned.

"It is said that three years old is old. Whatever temperament you develop when you are young, you will be what you will be when you grow up. Look at your hands, your fingers are long and slender, and there is no callus except for the place where you hold the pen. Your temperament is also peaceful and correct, and the corners of your lips are always smiling There is not even a trace of hostility on his face. It looks like he was raised with tenderness." Zhao Heng raised his quiet hands and kneaded them one by one, "Isn't it, I guessed right?"

Shen Jing returned to hold his hand: "It's not enough to be pampered. But my father really loves me and protects me tightly. From childhood until his death... I have never been wronged."

Zhao Heng smiled, let go of his hand, slumped on the couch, pillowed on Shen Jing's legs, and said slowly: "You have seen Brother Huang a few times, do you think his appearance looks very cold?"

"..."

Zhao Heng half-closed his eyes and said, "Brother Huang only has a smile in his eyes when he looks at me, Zhao Ming and Zhao Yan. When he usually looks at people, I always feel that there is a delicate look in his eyes. A knife can go all the way to a person's bones."

"..."

"Brother Huang and I grew up under such eyes. It's just that Brother Huang is worse than me. When I was young, I had my mother and queen and brother Huang to protect me. But brother not only had to protect myself, but also my mother. And I, among the many uncles and princes, forcibly killed a bloody path."

"The emperor married Ouyang Min and gave birth to A Juan with her. After he ascended the throne, he made Ouyang Min the queen, favored the Six Palaces, and gave various favors to the Ouyang family. Although he didn't make Zhao Juan the prince, he did Du alone invited famous teachers for him and taught him so carefully that many ministers in the court thought that it would be a matter of time for Zhao Juan to establish a crown prince with the help of the queen." Zhao Heng said in a low voice, "But Miao An, do you know I know, who is the most important woman in the emperor's heart?"

Zhao Heng continued: "It was Concubine Li who gave birth to Ah Ming, who is now unknown in the harem and ranks last. When the queen mother passed away, the emperor didn't even shed a tear at me. But Zhao Ming told me, He was in Concubine Li's palace, weeping until dawn."

As Zhao Heng said, he let out a long sigh, turned around and buried his face in Shen Jing's chest, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter if you say I'm selfish or I don't have any ambitions. I don't want to live a day like this, Brother Huang. I can't go on. "

Shen Jing looked down at him, slowly stroked his shoulder, and smiled softly: "It's fine if His Highness decides."

After finishing speaking, he sighed secretly in his heart.

...I'm afraid, I'm afraid, there will be too many involuntary things in the future, and people will not be able to do whatever they want.