National Beauty

Chapter 103

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If nothing happened, Zhao Heng would wake up at the mid-morning hour every day, practice Kung Fu for two quarters of an hour, take a shower, change clothes, and then eat. But this morning, when Zhao Heng woke up when he heard the footsteps of the maid, he knew that he must have overslept just by looking at the light in the tent. He was sleeping facing out. Hearing that there was no movement behind him, Zhao Heng slowly turned his head and saw the back of his head, where his princess was lying with her back to him, a head of blue silk spread on the red satin pillow, like clouds and waterfalls.

There was a slight gap in the quilt between the two, and Zhao Heng could vaguely see a snow-white shoulder.

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 in her eyes, her body that was once covered by the dress was completely exposed in front of him, Like jade like snow, Jiaojiao trembles, as long as her hand is next to her, she can't bear to move it away.

Her throat tightened, looking at her sleeping appearance, Zhao Heng remembered the last scene before going to bed last night, she pushed him away in disgust, complaining about the pain in her mouth.

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

Lifting the quilt, Zhao Heng got up first, walking lightly, without disturbing her. Today is a ten-day holiday, the father and emperor do not need to go to the court, but he has explained in advance that they can enter the palace for the first time. Walking out of the inner room, Zhao Heng frowned when he saw the maids beside her, and was about to speak when Eunuch Fu entered from outside the main room.

Zhao Heng said to Duke Fu, "Half an hour."

Eunuch Fu looked in the direction of the inner room without blinking, and instructed Shuang'er, "Let the princess sleep for another half an hour."

The twins bowed their heads.

Zhao Heng led Eunuch Fu away.

Seeing the figures of the master and servant disappear at the end of the corridor with his own eyes, Jiu'er couldn't help sticking out his tongue, and whispered to Shuang'er: "Eunuch Fu is so amazing, the lord only spoke for half an hour, and he knew what the lord meant. I was just thinking about what to do in half an hour."

Liu'er whispered, "Of course, why is Eunuch Fu the most popular person around the prince? I heard that the prince is now an official in the Hanlin Academy, and Eunuch Fu will explain everything on his behalf."

"Okay, don't talk about the master in private, think about how to serve the princess for a while." Shuang'er stopped the gossip between the two and looked at the inner room worriedly. Last night, she was guarding the second time, and she heard with her own ears that the princess cried intermittently several times, each time it took longer than the last time, and she didn't know what she was going through. Call them in to serve.

Expecting that the master will take a bath after getting up, Shuang'er had someone prepare hot water in the west room, first pour a bucket of scalding boiling water into it, add water when it cools down, and when the master wakes up, it is almost ready for use.

In the front yard, Zhao Heng practiced Neijia Quan for two quarters of an hour as usual, and he didn't sweat, but last night...

Why did you think about it again

Zhao Heng frowned, and went to the bathroom. Eunuch Fu was helping him to undress. As soon as he took off his shirt, he saw a crescent-like nail print on the back of the master, some on the shoulders, some on the back waist, and some just Red, some bleeding. Eunuch Fu smacked his tongue secretly, but he did not delay the movement of his hands. He only reminded in a low voice: "My lord, just wipe it today, and don't get water on your back."

Just as Zhao Heng was about to look back at him, the moment he turned sideways, he remembered that, despite her usual obedience, she became bold when she cried. He didn't ask her to hug her, she cried pitifully, he let go of her hand, and she grabbed him like revenge. It didn't feel any pain at the time, but just felt a little bit of punching, could it be that there was an injury

He didn't move, Eunuch Fu quickly wiped a wet towel and wiped his master's back.

I entered the palace today to serve tea to the emperor and Empress Li. Zhao Heng changed into a crimson embroidered python robe, packed it up, was a little hungry, and led Eunuch Fu to the backyard. The grace period of half an hour has not yet arrived, but there is only one cup of tea left. Shuang'er and the others kept the prince's instructions in mind, but they didn't dare to enter in advance. Now that the prince is back, the maids look at each other. , a little disturbed.

"Your Highness." No matter what you think, let's bow first.

Zhao Heng ignored them, went straight into the inner room, bypassed the screen, opened the two layers of gauze, and saw that she was still sleeping, but she turned over at some point, and slept on her back in the middle of the huge bed board. Gesture, as if he had wronged her by occupying half of the place before.

Zhao Heng sat on the bed and looked at her silently. She slept soundly, her face was flushed, but her eyes were blue, which proved that she really hadn't slept well last night. Looking at Mo Qing, 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 who cared about desires. Why did he always think about it last night...

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

Song Jianing was motionless and didn't feel anything.

Zhao Heng increased his strength, and saw her pouting, then turned around in a fit of anger, and pointed the back of her head at him again. Looking at her lying in bed, Zhao Heng inexplicably thought of when he was a child, when he was six or seven years old, his wet nurse came to call him, especially in winter. Wake up when you wake up, and gradually develop the habit of getting up early.

She's a girl, so don't have so many scruples.

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

Song Jianing was pushed a few times, but she was actually a little conscious, but she thought she was sleeping in the Guo family's boudoir. Now that she heard the man's voice, she suddenly remembered that she had married the king of Shou last night. Isn't the man... Shocked, Song Jianing sat up without even thinking about it, and the quilt on his body naturally fell off.

Zhao Heng looked over subconsciously and saw a white snow covered with red plums.

Song Jianing realized something was wrong as soon as the quilt fell and her shoulders became cold. She immediately pulled up the quilt to cover herself and buried her head in shame. She really didn't know that she wasn't wearing anything. He pestered him over and over again last night, and Song Jianing even forgot when she fell asleep, 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 serve. Song Jianing heard him go out, and immediately lay back on the bed, covering his chest with one hand and supporting his waist with one hand. The quilt on top could not be touched, and his waist was sore as if it had been crushed by a stone, not to mention the place where King Shou favored him the most.

In short, after getting out of bed, Song Jianing was supported by Shuang'er, unable to walk alone.

King Shou went to the front yard again. Song Jianing took a fifteen-hour bath and was exhausted by the heat. After getting out of the bath, Song Jianing finally regained some strength in his legs. Shuang’er and Liu’er served her with dressing and dressing. Jiu’er went to the front yard to invite the prince over to have breakfast together. In the seat, when he heard the movement, he turned his head to look at her.

Song Jianing blushed and lowered his eyes. Last night's Shou Wang was clearly the Beast King. He was brave and didn't look like someone who liked calligraphy and painting at all.

When the two masters had arrived, Shuang'er motioned to the little maids to prepare meals. The breakfast was relatively simple. Song Jianing lowered his head and scooped up the red jujube porridge. Looking at King Shou again at this time, although his expression was no different from that in front of the bridal chamber, when he thought of his insatiable greed buried in her arms, Song Jianing felt that the two of them seemed to be getting closer.

Song Jianing was relatively silent last night, because he was afraid that he didn't like him. Now, Song Jianing is very sure that King Shou is a man who doesn't talk much. At night, he becomes an enthusiastic husband. Now that he understood King Shou's temperament, Song Jianing didn't have anything to say, and ate breakfast quietly.

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

Eunuch Fu had long eyes, and seeing what the princess meant, he swerved slightly, then turned towards Song Jianing with the jade blue cloak in his arms. Song Jianing's face flushed slightly, but he still took the cloak and walked to the side of King Shou: "My lord, shall I wear it for you?"

Zhao Heng looked at her and nodded.

Song Jianing stretched out his cloak and draped it over his broad shoulders. She served her husband wholeheartedly, but Zhao Heng thought of the way she hugged his neck and climbed her shoulders at the moment when her hands were raised. Song Jianing didn't pay attention to the man's gaze, pulled the strap of the cloak, and deftly tied it. After the fight was over, she mustered up the courage to raise her eyes to see how he looked at the moment.

Zhao Heng looked at her calmly.

Song Jianing was a little embarrassed, she thought he would give some reaction.

Leaving him, Song Jianing stood aside and changed into Shuang'er to wear a cloak for her. The plum-red cloak, embroidered with peony with gold thread, was elegant and luxurious. The snow-white fox fur on the hood made her cheeks white and tender. Zhao Heng remembered the feeling of kissing his face again, it was smooth and warm.

"Let's go." He took the lead.

Song Jianing snorted, following behind him, the man took big strides, Song Jianing tried very hard to catch up, but she served him three or four times on the first night, it was really uncomfortable, so she could only walk as fast as possible. . Zhao Heng was just accustomed to striding, but she didn't follow in the corner of the light, so Zhao Heng slowed his pace, and then in order to cooperate with her, he walked very slowly, and anyone could see that he was slow.

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

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the couple stepped out of the Shouwang Mansion side by side, the carriage was ready in front of the door, and the wooden bench was also set up. Song Jianing tilted her head as she walked forward. Shuang'er was about to step forward when she suddenly caught sight of the prince holding the princess' hand. Shuang'er's face was inexplicably hot, and she lowered her head and smiled.

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

Nodding to him, Song Jianing supported him with one hand and the hem of her clothes with the other, and raised her right foot to step on the wooden bench. As a result, with just such a movement, she rubbed the bottom in a panic, and her right leg froze in mid-air in pain. Seeing that she was still shy just now, Zhao Heng suddenly changed his face and frowned, thinking of her slow steps, he understood.

He let go of her hand, then hugged her waist with one hand and supported her legs with the other. He picked up the person directly and put them on the car. He moved so fast that Song Jianing stepped on the front of the car, and his body was still leaning against the car. His chest, looking up at him in disbelief.

"Go in." Zhao Heng reminded in a low voice as so many people watched.

Song Jianing's face was hot, and he got into the car as if he was escaping from the discomfort.