Zhao Heng knew that his princess was not feeling well, so he kissed her. Unexpectedly, she misunderstood that he had other intentions.
Seeing the girl with a blushing face leaning against his arms, she was petite and weak, Zhao Heng really had an impulse, but he restrained it in time, and only held her in his arms without explaining anything. Seeing that he didn't mean that, Song Jianing was relieved and felt that he should go down, but the lord's chest was wide and warm, so it was very comfortable to lean against, so Song Jianing cheekily continued leaning, and when he had enough, he took the initiative to let her go back.
Zhao Heng held her all the time.
The carriage jolted gently, Song Jianing became more and more sleepy, and fell asleep like this, with his head resting on his shoulder, and his left hand clutching his robe loosely. But this sleeping position was uncomfortable, Song Jianing's head tilted down naturally, Zhao Heng silently watched her rosy face, and the left arm supporting her shoulder slowly moved down, waiting for her to find the most comfortable position. , he stabilized.
Song Jianing slept soundly, the man hugged him firmly, she didn't even know the car was parked.
The sound of the driver jumping to the ground came from outside the curtain, and Zhao Heng lowered his head. Concubine Shou in her arms, her face was flushed and her complexion was restored, her red and tender lips were slightly opened, and she breathed like blue. Zhao Heng watched for a while, but he still didn't wake her up. He slowly helped her put on the cloak and hood, and wrapped her tightly. Then he carefully picked her up and got off the carriage.
Eunuch Fu and Shuang'er were waiting outside, and when they saw the prince came out with the princess in their arms, the two looked at each other, Shuang'er smiled and lowered their heads, and Eunuch Fu laughed, and finally saw a trace of popularity in the prince, no longer needed. I am worried that the lord has cultivated immortality.
Zhao Heng carried Song Jianing all the way back to the backyard. When a group of servants saw them on the road, they saluted them in silence and did not say a word.
Zhao Heng put Song Jianing on the bed and sat beside her for a while. Seeing that she wasn't awake, he walked outside and glanced at Eunuch Fu. Eunuch Fu immediately approached his master, and Zhao Heng whispered a few words. When Eunuch Fu heard this, he immediately thanked the King of Chu in his heart. The elder brother had considered it thoroughly. He not only sent a box of books, but also two jars of plaster for the two masters.
Eunuch Fu trotted to get the medicine, and quickly returned, handing it over to the master.
Zhao Heng turned back to the inner room and put down the two layers of gauze outside the bed. The light dimmed, Zhao Heng turned around, and she lay on the bed on her back, unaware.
Zhao Heng looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand and sat down slowly.
Song Jianing slept soundly, but when a strange coolness came from below, she subconsciously shrunk her stomach, and she woke up and looked down immediately. Zhao Heng sat on the side of the bed, holding the handle of the round jade piece for medicinal purposes with his two fingers, his black eyes slanted towards her calmly. It was dark in the tent, Song Jianing couldn't see the emotions in his eyes, and she didn't have the intention to observe. Seeing his arm stretched out to her side, she immediately confirmed her guess!
With a bang in his head, Song Jianing couldn't blush any more.
"Apply the medicine, it's almost ready." Zhao Heng retracted his gaze and moved his hand forward.
Song Jianing bit her lip and covered her eyes with one hand, trying to grab the quilt, which was folded and placed under her feet. Song Jianing was extremely embarrassed to ask him to watch it like this in the daytime. When he turned it gently to spread the plaster evenly, she let out a soft hum uncontrollably, and begged embarrassingly, "My lord, I, I'll do it myself."
She comes by herself...
How did she come
Last night, the scene where she helped him find the right way with her little hand broke into his mind again, and Zhao Heng's mouth was suddenly dry.
"Okay." He released his hand, leaving the green jade tube hanging there.
Song Jianing secretly opened his eyes, and saw through the gaps between his fingers that he was still sitting on the edge of the bed, motionless, with no intention of leaving. Guessing that he was going to watch from the side, Song Jianing didn't dare to come by himself, grabbed the skirt he lifted up to cover his face, and didn't say a word. Zhao Heng waited for a moment, then squeezed the jade tube again.
He smeared the ground very meticulously. He smeared inside and out for a quarter of an hour before he stopped, and pulled the quilt to help her cover it.
Song Jianing pulled up the quilt and immediately turned inward, his face was blocked by the horn, only his red ears were exposed. Zhao Heng glanced at the position of her chest and said, "Up above." She was also in pain there.
Song Jianing wasn't Eunuch Fu, so she couldn't guess what he meant by just two words, she turned her head shyly, saw him staring at her, she was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and hid under the covers again, and said shyly, "No need..." It's not the same The way of recuperation is naturally different in different places, how could he be so stupid
Zhao Heng stared at the quilt and waited for a while for the dry fire in his body to calm down before saying, "You sleep, I'll go to the front."
Song Jianing made a low hum.
Zhao Heng put the porcelain bottle on the low cabinet outside and left.
Song Jianing exposed his head and listened to the movement for a while. He put on the trousers that he had slipped to his ankles, and then took off his outer dress. He lay back on the bed with a complicated mood. He was shy and sweet, but soon exhausted Coming up, Song Jianing closed his eyes and fell asleep. The maids outside were ordered by the prince not to disturb the princess' rest. If they didn't disturb, Song Jianing slept until dusk. When he woke up, he saw that the room was dim. Song Jianing couldn't tell whether it was early morning or evening.
She wanted to relieve herself, rubbed her eyes and sat up. When she put on her shoes, she realized later that her waist wasn't so sore, and her bottom wasn't so sore anymore. Glancing at the celadon-glazed vase on the low cabinet, Song Jianing's face was hot for a while. He didn't know where the medicine the lord got from, but it actually worked so well. It seemed that it was inevitable tonight.
She went to the clean room to run water, washed her hands, and then called the maids to come in and serve.
In the study in the front yard, Zhao Heng was leaning on the warm couch to read a book, holding the scroll in his hand, and staring at the words on it, but he didn't turn the pages, and occasionally glanced out the window. The sky was getting darker and darker, and when he heard footsteps outside, Zhao Heng flipped a page, his eyes were silent.
Eunuch Fu stepped in with a smile, and said to the master who had been bored in the study for a day, "My lord, the princess is awake."
Zhao Heng hummed lightly and continued to read.
Eunuch Fu said again: "My lord, it's getting dark, you should rest your eyes, and continue tomorrow?"
Zhao Heng glanced at him, acquiesced, put down the scroll, sat up, and Eunuch Fu took a few steps to serve the master and put on his shoes.
Song Jianing slept well and felt refreshed. Her cheeks were rosy. She had just washed her face. Her almond eyes were moist and bright, like two sparkling springs. She shyly and timidly looked at the man who was walking towards her step by step. , as he got close, he lowered his eyes in embarrassment. Zhao Heng passed by her and went directly to Dongci Room.
"Wait for dinner later." Guessing that the prince had something to say, Song Jianing ordered Shuang'er in a low voice, and she chased Prince Shou into the house.
Zhao Heng sat on the warm couch by the window, his eyes fell on her face from the moment she lifted the curtain.
He must have known that she had slept all day. Song Jianing was embarrassed. His eyes glanced at the tea on the table, and she asked in a low voice, "Will your lord drink tea?"
Zhao Heng hummed.
When he didn't know what to say, Song Jianing liked to be able to do something, pour tea in a relaxed manner, and hand it to him with a tea bowl that was 70% full. Zhao Heng took the tea and didn't rush to use it. He glanced at her: "I'm hurt, are you okay?"
It turned out that this was what he wanted to say, Song Jianing lowered his eyes and nodded. He didn't speak anymore, the sound of swallowing tea came from above his head, and after gulping three times, the big hand holding the tea bowl was put down again and handed to her. Song Jianing obediently took the tea bowl and put it back where it was. When he turned around, he saw that he had walked to the door and went out.
It was getting dark, and the maids were serving the dishes one after another. Song Jianing stared nervously at the dishes and found that there was no venison, so she breathed a sigh of relief. Song Jianing didn't eat lunch, and Song Jianing's stomach was already flattened, because it was no secret that he could eat. Song Jianing was very open about this. After eating a bowl of lotus seed porridge, he also killed a plate of three pieces of yam cake. Four pieces, one of which was taken away by King Shou...
Song Jianing, who was full of food and drink, had bright eyes and red mouth, just like a fattened fish, hooking people to eat.
Zhao Heng usually doesn't use it for dinner. Although he has been holding chopsticks tonight, it is actually to accompany her, lest he put the chopsticks and she can't be restrained. Seeing her eating so much with his own eyes, Zhao Heng was a little worried that she would bloat when she fell asleep immediately, so he ordered, "Cloak."
This is easy to understand, and Shuang'er immediately went to the inner room to get the princess' cloak.
Song Jianing looked at King Shou unexpectedly, it was already dark, he still wanted to go out
"Let's go." Zhao Heng said simply.
Song Jianing had no choice but to let Shuang'er wear a cloak. Eunuch Fu left early, and Zhao Heng did not wear a cloak when he came over. Song Jianing was afraid that he would freeze, so he persuaded them before going out: "Let them go and get a cloak for the prince?"
"No need." Zhao Heng went out directly.
Song Jianing had no choice but to follow him obediently. It was dark early in the winter, and Shuang'er was walking beside him carrying the lantern. Zhao Heng didn't like strangers approaching him.
Song Jianing hurriedly took the lantern, Shuang'er understood what the master meant and did not follow.
Zhao Heng was not walking fast, but Song Jianing could easily keep up with it. The cold wind was blowing. Although she was wearing a hood, her face was still stiff from the north wind. After five years in Beijing, Song Jianing, a girl who grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, is very Rarely have the opportunity to feel the capital in the late winter night. Her face was fine, her hand holding the lantern was exposed without any cover, and she was about to freeze, but Song Jianing didn't say anything, and followed the man in a small circle in the back garden, walking for about a quarter of an hour.
Stepping back into the main room where the cold wind couldn't blow, Song Jianing felt even colder, with cold hands and feet. Shuang'er waited for the master to take off his cloak, and saw that the master was cold, and worried that the prince did not dare to say a word, only smiled and reminded Liu'er: "Pour a bowl of hot tea for the prince and the princess."
Zhao Heng just wanted to go to bed now, and said lightly, "Retreat."
Liu'er, who hadn't touched the teapot, and Shuang'er, who had just hung up his cloak, bowed their heads and retreated.
Zhao Heng stepped into the inner room.
Song Jianing glanced at the teapot and went to serve the man pitifully. His right hand was still stiff when he helped him untie his belt.
She was trembling, Zhao Heng finally realized that something was wrong, grabbed her hand with a big hand, it was as cold as ice cubes, and then looked at her with her head lowered, a fire suddenly burst out of Zhao Heng's chest, clenched her hand tightly and rebuked, "Why? Do not say?"
If she said that she was cold, let him know that she was cold, and he would come back early.
Song Jianing was suddenly very aggrieved. He was going to visit the garden inexplicably. What could she say? How dare she spoil him Yaxing
Unable to say, she turned her head and tried her best to hold back her tears.
Just when she was worried that she would be annoying to him on the second day of her wedding, her body suddenly flew into the air. In just a few short steps, he carried her into the step-by-step bed and put her directly on the bed without waiting for Song Jianing to look up at him. , he also came up, hugged her tightly in his arms, grabbed her with one hand and put both hands into his shirt, pressing against his warm chest.
"My lord, don't do this..." Song Jianing burst into tears, trying to retract her hand, but couldn't bear it.
Zhao Heng covered her hand and didn't tell her to move. He said coldly at the top of her head: "If something happens in the future, you can speak bluntly."
Song Jianing buried himself in his shoulders, choked up and asked the doubts in his heart: "Why did the lord take me to the garden?" If he hadn't used his body to warm her hands, she would have misunderstood that he was punishing her on purpose, causing her to fall asleep. all day long.
Zhao Heng pursed his lips and said after a while, "Xiao Shi."
Song Jianing blinked and understood, it turns out that the prince ate too much tonight...