Zhao Heng then got into the carriage, and when he came in, he saw Song Jianing sitting on the right side of the couch, only taking up a little space, and leaving the rest for him.
Zhao Heng sat in the middle, giving her a palm or so to move around.
"Thank you my lord." Song Jianing glanced at the hem of his clothes and said inaudibly.
"It hurts?" Zhao Heng looked at her sideways.
Song Jianing blushed even more, and hummed softly. He asked for it three or four times last night, she couldn't remember, she only knew that she didn't have much time when she was comfortable, and most of the time she endured it hard, but she was willing to endure it, especially when she was hugging his waist, even though her body was suffering. , but he was extremely satisfied in his heart, because he was a serious husband and wife, and because this strong and strong man would protect her as his wife.
Zhao Heng believed it now. Seeing that she was clearly wronged but still looked shy, he didn't mean to blame him, as if she wouldn't be angry if he did anything, Zhao Heng was silent for a moment, then whispered: "Last night, I Lost." He couldn't recall what happened last night, but only remembered an urge to stay buried with her.
Song Jianing hurriedly shook his head, lowered his head, his ears were hot: "I don't blame the lord." It's all to blame for the four pieces of venison, Guo Xiao in his previous life...
As soon as that stern face entered his mind, Song Jianing immediately stopped, unwilling to recall the affair with others.
"Come back and take the medicine." Zhao Heng said.
medicine...
Song Jianing tilted his head to the left awkwardly, and clenched the handkerchief in his small hand.
The carriage set off, the man stopped talking, the carriage was quiet, and the regular sound of horse hooves inexplicably lulled one to sleep. Song Jianing did more work last night and slept less, and now she felt sleepy uncontrollably. The carriage turned out of the street of Shouwangfu. She covered her face and secretly yawned twice, so sleepy that the corners of her eyes were crying. .
Zhao Heng glanced at her neatly bun, and looked out the window.
Two quarters of an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the palace gate. Song Jianing yawned at last, and just put down his hands, a tea bowl was suddenly handed over, and the tea inside was still steaming. Song Jianing raised her head in surprise, revealing a pair of water-colored almond eyes, with a light layer of powder on her face, but she couldn't hide the few strands of red in her eyes.
"Qingshen." He said.
Song Jianing smiled embarrassedly, took the tea bowl with both hands, lowered his eyes and drank, his cherry rosy lips pressed against the white jade tea bowl, the two extremely moving colors matched naturally, like red plum and proud snow, but without the harshness of winter, And there is a tenderness that touches the heartstrings, like the tenderness that comes out of her bones.
Zhao Heng turned around and poured himself a bowl.
The couple drank half a bowl of tea before they got out of the car. When the cold wind blew, Song Jianing woke up immediately, followed him, and walked a long way to the palace, and finally came to the outside of the Chongzheng Palace. At this time, it was already three poles in the sun. Although there was no need to go to the morning court, Emperor Xuande still came here to review the memorials early in the morning. When he learned that a couple of newlyweds had arrived, he put down his imperial pen and took time to rest.
"Royal Father." Stopping in front of the desk, Zhao Heng said indifferently.
"Emperor Father." Song Jianing also tried to call out calmly. He never expected that there would be such a day. The husband beside him is the future emperor, and the father-in-law opposite is the current emperor, all of them are very noble people.
Emperor Xuande silently looked at the young couple. Marrying a daughter-in-law, his son seems to be no different from usual, and he still looks calm and light. If the daughter-in-law next to him had blushing cheeks and peach blossoms, Emperor Xuande almost suspected that his son had nothing to do last night. In fact, Emperor Xuande was a little dissatisfied with this third daughter-in-law and felt that his reputation was flawed, but at this time, looking at his daughter-in-law's beautiful beauty, he really deserved his son's words "there is something special", and Emperor Xuande was too lazy to care about it. .
After all, beauty is rare, and this girl grows up like this, and she is also a person who is blessed by God and destined to be fortunate.
The great truth was taught by Queen Li, and Emperor Xuande simply told his daughter-in-law: "The daily life of the third child will be handed over to you in the future. Take care of it and don't disappoint the third child's heart for you."
"My daughter-in-law will follow the teachings of her father," Song Jianing replied sincerely.
Emperor Xuande nodded, gave the reward, and told the young couple to go to the harem.
Emperor Xuande didn't have many heirs, and it took two or three years for the happy event to come back, so today's Central Palace was extraordinarily lively. Empress Li was sitting in the middle. She was only 21 years old this year, and she was undoubtedly the youngest and most beautiful among the high-ranking concubines, but she was dressed in a plain and simple manner, with two or three pieces of jewelry on her head, and her dress was not luxurious.
Not only is she so simple, because Emperor Xuande did not like luxury, these palace concubines and even royal family members did not dare to dress up too ostentatiously.
On the lower left of Queen Li, there are three concubines with dragon sons and dragons, Concubine Wu, Concubine Hui, and Concubine Shu in order. The weather was too cold, Princess Chu Feng Zheng did not carry the eldest grandson of the emperor into the palace, but the four-year-old fifth prince heard that the third brother and the third sister-in-law were going to enter the palace, and waited by his mother's side to watch the excitement.
Queen Li loves the fifth prince very much, and because the fifth prince is young and not old enough to require strict discipline, she agrees.
Whispering softly, the little eunuch communicated outside, saying that King Shou and Princess Shou had arrived.
Everyone looked at the door in unison.
The palace maid raised the door curtain, and King Shou and Princess Shou stepped in one after another. King Shou was dressed in a crimson red round-neck robe, with a slender figure and a face like a crown of jade. Yesterday, Shou Wang Yingqin circled half of the capital, and the name of Junmei had already spread.
The princess Shou, who followed closely behind, wore a bright red robe, and the red dress was like layers of delicate peony petals, with a beautiful peony fairy wrapped in the middle, her impeccable beauty, all over her body. The charming and moving style makes men coveted when they see it, and women will inevitably feel jealous when they see it.
Empress Li and the three concubines are elders, so there is no need to be jealous of a junior princess, but secretly rejoice that such a beauty is married to King Shou, otherwise the emperor will take a fancy to them, and the harem may not have their status. Feng Zheng and Song Jianing are close friends of the same generation. The more beautiful Song Jianing is, the more favored Feng Zheng is for the sisters. Princess Rui stared at Song Jianing, who was walking towards him, with a smile on her face. Her thin and slightly terrifying hands were quietly clenched.
The fox-beautiful son, Mrs. Zhang, who fascinated Prince Rui in her own palace, is also a beauty like Song Jianing. She has a thin waist and a bulging chest. She was born with fox eyes, and every time she met, she could not wait to have Zhang's eyeballs plucked!
Because of this hatred, Princess Rui didn't like Song Jianing very much either.
And the person who disliked Song Jianing the most in this hall was Princess Duanhui. When the two of them bowed to Queen Li and other elders, and Queen Li had just finished complimenting Song Jianing's beauty, Princess Duanhui looked at her brother with some resentment and said: " The last time I went back to the third brother's house to pick persimmons, I only made fun of my cousin, and the third brother gave me a lesson. I was still wronged at the time, but now I understand that the third brother had already put his mind at ease, no wonder he was biased towards her. ."
Song Jianing's face changed slightly. Did Princess Duanhui's words imply that she had an affair with King Shou
She couldn't make the elders misunderstand like this.
Song Jianing stared blankly at Princess Duanhui. It took a while for her to remember. She said in surprise, "It's all three years ago, and the princess still remembers it. If you hadn't said it, I would have forgotten about it."
She is fourteen this year, and only eleven three years ago, and her face and figure have not grown. Can Shou Wang like an eleven-year-old girl
Feng Zheng understood the meaning of the pro-sister, and was just about to turn the matter into a small fight between cousins, when the opposite Concubine Shu spoke ahead of her, blaming Princess Duanhui and said, "You are too embarrassed to mention it, you My cousin has been honest since I was a child, if it wasn't for you bullying others, would your third brother abandon your own sister to favor your cousin?"
King Shou has nothing to do with her, but Song Jianing is a girl from her mother's family, and her daughter ridicules Concubine Shu next to Song Jianing for not taking care of her.
The trap in the words was broken by Song Jianing, and she was reprimanded by her mother. Princess Duanhui pouted, turned her head and called the fifth prince: "It's boring here, let's go, I'll take the fifth brother to play outside."
The fifth prince glanced at the beautiful new sister-in-law, shook his head, and went unhappy.
Princess Duanhui lost face again and left in a huff.
Seeing the back of her daughter walking away, Concubine Shu felt helpless. Thirteen-year-old girl is not too young, why is she so ignorant
"Empress mother, the sons retire." In the silence, Zhao Heng bowed to Empress Li and said abruptly.
If another prince resigned rashly, Queen Li would definitely suspect that the other party did not respect her, but King Shou was used to being withdrawn, and Queen Li didn't think much about it, she smiled and said, "Go, the prince is an official in the Hanlin Academy, and you can't get rid of it easily. Let's go, Jia Ning can walk around the palace more when he has time, and accompany us to talk."
Song Jianing replied obediently, and before leaving, he gave Feng Zheng a wink, and we'll see you in private another day.
As soon as he entered and exited, he walked around the palace in a large circle. Song Jianing felt even more uncomfortable. His brows were furrowed and his cheeks were pale. But outside the palace gate, Zhao Heng could see that it was impossible to carry her into the car, so he could only hold her arms and try not to let her exert any strength. Song Jianing knew that the moment she lifted her leg to get into the car, the wound was pulled, and the pain was unpredictable. She couldn't hold back and took a light breath.
Zhao Heng looked up, she had already bent over stiffly and entered.
Zhao Heng stepped into the carriage, and Song Jianing sat humbly on the side just like when he came, with a little wet sweat from the tip of his nose.
Zhao Heng sat next to her, and before the curtain was lowered, he suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged her waist and supported her leg, and moved the person to his lap. Song Jianing was flattered by such an intimacy, and raised his head to look at him. Before he could see clearly, his handsome face quickly approached, and his cool thin lips were pressed against hers in an instant.
Song Jianing let out a "uh", confusion and panic flashed across her wide open apricot eyes one after another, King Shou kissed her so impatiently, wouldn't he think about that again? But, let alone in the carriage, even when she returned to the palace, she couldn't wait for her. Lifting her leg hurts like that. Thinking of the majesty of King Shou, Song Jianing couldn't help shivering.
"Cold?" Zhao Heng let go of her full mouth and asked in surprise.
Song Jianing glanced at him quickly, and shyly buried himself in his arms, pressing his small hand to his chest, and said like a mosquito: "It still hurts..."
Anyway, we have to wait until the evening. I didn't expect that the elegant and dignified Shou Wang is also anxious.