The man's body was as hot as a stove, and Song Jianing's frozen hands soon warmed up and became soft and tender again, only his feet were still cold. Song Jianing didn't want King Shou to use her body to warm her feet again, so she whispered in his arms, "My lord, soaking your feet before going to bed will help you sleep peacefully. Let's all have a bubble, shall we?"
When Zhao Heng heard the words, he moved his legs to her side. He could feel the cold on her feet through two layers of socks, so he let go of her.
Song Jianing sat up and rang the bell.
Shuang'er and Liu'er came in together.
Song Jianing asked them to bring water for washing their feet, and the two maids took the lead. Just as they were about to leave, they heard a deep man's voice from the tent: "Tea."
The two women responded, Liu'er went out to give instructions, and the pair quickly poured two bowls of slightly hot tea. The gauze curtain was lifted again, Song Jianing sat at the end of the bed, her hair bun was a little messy after the hug just now, and it fell loosely, looking lazy and casual. Zhao Heng looked at it, and became more and more certain that she wanted to drink tea when she first came back, but he sent the maid.
Putting down the tea bowl that was handed to his mouth, Zhao Heng was useless.
Shuang'er's face paled nervously, Wang Ye called the tea and smelled it but didn't drink it, what's wrong with the tea
Song Jianing also noticed it, but he didn't think about it that much, and asked strangely, "Why doesn't your lord drink?"
Zhao Heng glanced at her, raised the tea bowl again, took two sips, no more.
It was the first time that Shuang'er was grateful to the lord for his eloquence. She must have felt that she didn't waste her saliva on her because of her trivial matters. Respectfully put away the tea bowl, the little maids outside brought two basins of water for washing feet, Shuang'er looked at the basin with white mist, and her heart was raised again, the water temperature must be suitable.
In fact, it was a bit hot, but foot soaking was the most suitable. Song Jianing put both feet in the water and exhaled comfortably. A pair of white feet were pressed against the bottom of the basin, motionless. Zhao Heng used to be served by Eunuch Fu in his daily life. He was more accustomed to warmer water, and his eyes were slanted. Seeing that she did not dislike the scalding water, he endured the slight discomfort and soaked his feet expressionlessly.
After wiping, Song Jianing put on his shoes and served Zhao Heng to undress, his body was warm and his hands and feet were quick.
Zhao Heng looked down at her, recalling all the things that happened tonight, and suddenly felt that she was too cautious. He was not a beast, so why was she so afraid that she didn't even dare to mention it coldly? She didn't dare to say it hot or cold. If she suffered any grievances when she was getting along with others outside, or encountered any trouble, wouldn't she be even more afraid to report it to him
She is the princess, his wife, not the eunuch's maid who only needs to serve him well.
"If you ask me, no matter how big or small, you can speak as much as you can." He looked at her and said, his voice was slow, showing a bit of solemnity.
He had already said this once when he warmed her hands, Song Jianing hummed softly, her eyebrows were well-behaved, and there was no surprise that she was spoiled by a man. Zhao Heng expected that she didn't take it to heart and didn't really understand what he meant. He frowned and added, "If you dare to hide it, you will be punished."
Song Jianing was startled and froze there. When he said good things, she regarded her as a reward, and she passed away with a sweet heart. Now he actually wants to punish her for concealing a little bit of irrelevant cold and heat. Song Jianing immediately regarded those words as an order that must be obeyed, and hurriedly bowed and bowed. : "Don't worry, my lord, I remember it."
Looking at her like a soldier, Zhao Heng's mind inexplicably came to the scene of last night, she pushed him away and turned her head to sleep with the quilt in her arms. In all fairness, Zhao Heng likes her more like that. If he likes it, he wants to. If he doesn't like it, he dares to refuse. He looks like an angry person. Now, he's too good.
"Go to sleep." Zhao Heng took off his shirt and walked towards the bunk bed.
Song Jianing looked at him subconsciously, and she was very frightened. She found a few nails on his jade-like back, where did she come from, she must have pulled it...
Song Jianing bowed his head and found that his nails were indeed a little long, so he secretly decided to fix it as soon as possible tomorrow. As for tonight...
After two quarters of an hour, Song Jianing clutched the mattress tightly, and he refused to hug him no matter how much he swayed, for fear of hurting the prince's body again.
Zhao Hengren was on it, and she could see clearly. She raised her hand several times, and went to grab the quilt halfway through. A fire burst into his chest, and Zhao Heng suddenly picked up the person.
As soon as they landed together, Song Jianing was unprepared and screamed in shock. He wrapped his arms around his neck, put his head on his shoulders, pushed up hard, and begged him with a whimper: "My lord, my lord, don't be like this..." He said this. It was her life, and she only played this trick on the second night.
She said so many words in one breath, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her body against him softly. Zhao Heng liked her like this and deliberately pressed her waist to scare her. Song Jianing really couldn't take it anymore. In a hurry, he grabbed his shoulder with a small hand and gave him a pair of nail prints. He gasped for breath and kept calling the prince.
Zhao Heng smiled, and changed to hug her normally, put one arm around her waist, pushed away the messy black hair around her ears with the other, and clasped the back of her head and kissed her. She was so obedient that she didn't have a trace of temper, she had to be pushed into a hurry. Zhao Heng wasn't very satisfied with this, but he was very satisfied with her soft body, not enough kisses and rubs.
With a trace of dissatisfaction, he kissed him strongly and urgently, Song Jianing was soon unable to parry, he pushed his shoulder with a small hand, and ducked his head, trying to get a chance to catch his breath. She avoided him and chased, dodged and dodged, and the two fell down again. She was in pain, thinking that he was pressing her leg. Zhao Heng then lifted her leg. Unexpectedly, an unintentional action got even more fun.
Song Jianing's soul was about to be knocked out by him, not to mention rational, with his arms around his neck, he was blown away by him as soon as the tears fell. He closed his eyes and begged the lord not to listen, Song Jianing opened his eyes and begged, but only saw his swaying and blurred handsome face, ignoring her at all. Song Jianing cried and cried, his voice was hoarse, he finally exerted a lot of energy, Song Jianing's eyes widened in disbelief, and his small mouth opened round, but he couldn't make a sound.
Zhao Heng pressed his forehead against the bed board, breathing heavily, and looked down at her. The clouds and mist in his eyes seemed to gather into rain and drip on her. Her cheeks were flushed, her cheeks were as moist as peony petals moistened by rain, and her lips were even redder. Zhao Heng couldn't help blocking her mouth and took a long bite.
He doesn't care if she has any shortcomings like this, he just hopes that she will be stronger and can bear more time.
"leg… "
He finally had enough of her mouth, and Song Jianing finally had a chance to speak, reminding him feebly.
Only then did Zhao Heng put down her legs, rolled over, and simply cleaned up himself. When he turned around, he saw that she was still lying on her legs, with her little hands trying to grab the quilt, but she couldn't reach her with trembling. Zhao Heng threw the towel away, turned to hug her, flattened her trembling legs with one hand, and pulled the quilt to cover her with the other, only showing his head outside, his little face flushed red like a drunk peony.
"It's too weak." Zhao Heng touched her face and spoke to her for the first time.
Song Jianing opened her eyes and saw his contented face, with a smile in her eyes. She couldn't help defending herself: "It's not the prince..." Halfway through, she returned rationally and quickly closed her mouth.
Zhao Heng tapped her lips: "How am I?"
Song Jianing shrank his neck and shook his head, not daring or embarrassed to say it.
"Speak." Zhao Heng sank his face, as if interrogating.
Song Jianing was frightened, bit his lip, turned his head and said, "My lord, the wind is too strong."
Picking him up was so weak that he finally spoke in a more euphemistic way, otherwise Song Jianing really wouldn't be able to say what he was too brave.
Zhao Heng understood what she meant, lifted the quilt, hugged her soft and sweaty body and said, "In the future, eat more."
Eat a lot to grow taller and better, and no matter how strong the wind is, she can stand it.
Song Jianing wanted to say that she had eaten enough. Her mouth and throat felt dry and uncomfortable.
Zhao Heng didn't make much sound just now, but he was sweating and feeling thirsty, so he picked up the bell and shook it. Shuang'er was watching the night, and when she heard the movement, she lowered her head and walked in. There was a light in the room, and it was dimly visible that the prince was lying with his back to her in the tent, hugging the princess tightly. Thinking of the princess' cry that lasted for half an hour, something might have happened in the tent, her cheeks were hot, and when the prince asked for tea, she hurriedly went outside to prepare.
When she came in with the tea, she saw the prince wearing a coat sitting beside the bed, Shuang'er bowed his head and walked into the gauze tent, and there was an indescribable smell on his face, which was extremely charming.
"Prepare water and take a bath."
"Yes." Shuang'er put the tray on the low cabinet, bowed her head and stepped out.
There were a teapot and two teacups on the tray. Zhao Heng picked up a teacup first, Song Jianing stared at him, seeing that he was about to hand it to her, Song Jianing hurriedly lifted his head, grabbed the quilt with one hand to prevent the quilt from falling, and stretched out the other hand. Go out to get tea. The arm was as white as jade and tender as fat, and it was exposed naked. Zhao Heng was worried that she would catch cold and told her to retract her arm. He directly handed the tea bowl to her mouth.
Song Jianing glanced at him shyly, and took a few sips from his hand. Zhao Heng saw that her right arm was still shaking, but he had no choice but to take the quilt into his arms, and asked her to rest on his arm and continue. Feed water.
Song Jianing still knew men well. After being satisfied, she was most willing to be gentle and polite. After drinking two bowls of tea in a row, he finally quenched his thirst. He raised his face and watched him pour himself and drink two bowls. His middle clothes were loosely draped, exposing a piece of his chest. When drinking tea, his Adam's apple rolled up and down. For the first time in the same bed for two nights, Song Jianing had the opportunity to look at the man's body. Although she was hugged together before, she didn't have time to look at it.
Then Song Jianing discovered that King Shou looked like a thin, scholar-like person, but his body was actually very strong, with a slight bulge in his chest, which was both handsome and restrained, and full of strength. The front of the clothes was not much open, so she couldn't see it down, but Song Jianing vaguely remembered that he felt as if he had touched a few solid cubes.
Guo Xiao's body is strong because he has practiced martial arts all year round. Does the prince also insist on practicing martial arts
Song Jianing was thinking wildly, and suddenly there was a tea bowl in front of her. She subconsciously leaned her head over and lowered her head to drink.
Zhao Heng smiled lightly, no wonder he kept staring at him, he really didn't drink enough, waiting like a bird to be fed.