Zhao Heng didn't chat with Guo Boyan, and he didn't remember that he had chatted with others, with his brother and her. Just now at the Duke's Mansion, he had been playing chess with Guo Boyan. Guo Boyan deliberately let him go, and he also made moves at will, not planning carefully, just to pass the time.
"Play chess." He said truthfully.
Song Jianing was stunned, and then smiled bitterly in her heart, she shouldn't have asked such a stupid question, does King Shou seem to be someone who can talk to her stepfather about everyday life
Since there was nothing wrong with him, Song Jianing moved closer to him and whispered, "My mother asked me if I had slept in like I was at home these two days, and I told the truth, she gave me a lesson and told me to have one. The appearance of the princess, I can't sleep late, and said that it is my blessing to be able to marry the prince, and I want to serve the prince well."
After speaking, he raised his head and observed his expression.
Her cheeks were slightly red, her almond eyes were moist, as if she was expecting something, Zhao Heng looked at her for a moment, and said, "You can sleep."
He has enough energy during the day, and has the energy to accompany him at night.
Song Jianing didn't see any emotion in his face and eyes, but she was just looking for something to talk about, and he actually told her that she could sleep in, Song Jianing couldn't help laughing, and then she lowered her eyes in time to cover up, "Your Highness is so kind to me. ."
Zhao Heng looked at her shy little appearance, but felt that she was too easy to satisfy, and he could not give her much.
Yesterday, the two of them shared a bed and rested. Today, there is no reason for exception. Zhao Heng stopped in the front yard, and Song Jianing led Shuang'er back to the back yard. Song Jianing felt that it was normal for him to sleep in separate beds. If he came to accompany her, the maids might have misunderstood what bad things the two had done.
At first glance, King Shou is not a prince who is promiscuous in the daytime.
After sleeping comfortably for half an hour, when she woke up, Song Jianing lay on the bed and thought silently for a while. She called Shuang'er in and gave some orders. Shuang'er went out, Liu'er served Song Jianing to wash and dress up, Song Jianing changed into a begonia-colored jacket with an embroidered white Luo skirt underneath, and slowly finished busy, and Shuang'er also came back from the kitchen, carrying a food box in his hand.
Song Jianing walked to the front yard with the food box in hand, and saw Eunuch Fu waiting outside the study.
"Princess is here to see the prince?" Eunuch Fu also found the princess dressed as a begonia flower, and immediately greeted with a smile and took a few steps forward.
Song Jianing glanced at the window of the study and asked softly, "Is your lord busy?"
Eunuch Fu slandered, what are you busy with, 80% of the time he was reading, but Eunuch Fu no longer worried that the prince would look like a fairy when he read books, because he knew that if the prince was moved by ordinary people, reading books for another hundred years would not help. He teased the master in his heart, but Eunuch Fu didn't show it on his face, and said with a smile, "Your Highness is reading."
Song Jianing nodded and asked Shuang'er to wait outside. She walked in by herself, Eunuch Fu led the way, and helped her pick the curtains twice. When the princess entered, he wisely stayed outside.
In the study, Zhao Heng sat cross-legged on the warm couch, with a low red sandalwood table in front of him. Seeing her come in with a food box, he raised his eyebrows slightly.
This is the first time that Song Jianing has taken the initiative to approach him without being summoned by the prince. It is inevitable that she is nervous and her expression is not very natural. Fortunately, she is beautiful, her smile is stiff and good-looking, and her soft voice speaks directly to the heart of the heart: "Your Highness is studying hard. I asked the kitchen to cook Tremella pear soup, which moistens the lungs and clears dryness. Would you like to try it?"
Zhao Heng put the military book in his hand to the south and responded with action.
Song Jianing was overjoyed, smiled and put the food box on the couch, opened the lid, took out a white porcelain soup bowl with the lid on, and carefully placed it on the table. The lid was lifted, and the sweet scent of white fungus and Sydney wafted out along with the white mist. In the white porcelain bowl, the snow pears were cut into cherry-sized cubes like white fungus petals, and were dotted with a few bright red wolfberries.
Zhao Heng's Adam's apple rolled quickly when she lowered her head to take the spoon.
Song Jianing handed him the spoon and reminded him softly, "It may be a little hot after it has just been cooked, so please eat slowly."
Zhao Heng took the spoon and was about to take a spoonful when he saw her standing respectfully on the ground, and paused: "Come up."
Cold in winter.
Song Jianing took off her shoes with a smile, and glanced across the three sides of the empty low table. Recalling her mother's words, she cheekily squeezed aside with King Shou, and sat on her knees, looking at him expectantly. For the first time, Zhao Heng was stared at the meal so closely, looked at her, calmly scooped a spoonful of soup, raised it to his mouth, paused, and continued to deliver it to his mouth.
It was a little hot, and he put down the spoon immediately after touching it, deliberately holding back without frowning.
Song Jianing panicked. In fact, she warned that it might get hot. The lord should blow it before using it. Why was he so careless? But she didn't dare to say those words. Seeing him put down his hand, she immediately moved the soup bowl to her side, scooped half a spoon, pursed her lips and blew lightly a few times to make sure it wasn't hot, and then took the spoon in one hand. , holding the handkerchief in one hand and holding it underneath, leaning towards him, and said softly: "My lord, try it again."
Because he often feeds his younger brother before getting married, Song Jianing does this very naturally.
Zhao Heng couldn't remember the last time he was fed. Seeing her serious expression and his almond eyes staring intently at his lips, Zhao Heng frowned imperceptibly and opened his mouth stiffly. Song Jianing fed a spoonful of Tremella soup into his mouth, raised his eyes and waited to see his expression. Zhao Heng swallowed it, and there was still a hint of sweetness in his mouth.
He nodded.
Song Jianing smiled and continued to serve him. Zhao Heng took two sips in a row. He was really not used to being served like this by her, and persuaded: "You can eat too."
Song Jianing was slightly startled, and subconsciously looked at the spoon in her hand. She only brought a bowl and only one spoon.
After kissing her on the lips, how could Zhao Heng despise her and said, "It's okay."
The kindness was hard to resist, so Song Jianing took a sip. It was sweet, not as hot as before, just right to drink. She put the bowl back on his side and said with a smile, "It's not hot anymore, Lord, eat more."
This was her intention, Zhao Heng ate most of the remaining bowl.
Song Jianing was about to go around to pack the food box, but Zhao Heng grabbed her arm and rang the bell with his left hand. Eunuch Fu arrived when he heard the sound, and when he saw the situation in the room, he quickly packed up the soup bowl and went down with the food box without the master's instructions.
Song Jianing came here to show his hospitality, and now that his hospitality has been eaten by the prince, the study suddenly became quiet. Song Jianing suddenly didn't know what to say. She glanced at the military book next to her and asked casually, "Your Highness also knows the art of war?" After the accident, Song Jianing looked at her man with admiration. Be the king.
She looked at him as if he was a master of the art of war who wrote books, Zhao Hengqian said, "It's just a light reading."
Song Jianing didn't believe it. He turned his eyes to the rows of bookshelves on the ground, and his heart moved, and asked him in a low voice, "My lord, can I find a book to read?" Now, she's looking for something to say.
Zhao Heng nodded.
Song Jianing happily went to put on her shoes, but unexpectedly he followed her to the ground. There were several rows of bookshelves, Song Jianing began to pick from the first row, and glanced at the books one by one, only to see that they were all collections of classics and history, many of which she had never heard of. Selected, teaching women moral character is the main thing.
She was dazzled, as if breaking into the vast sea of books, Zhao Heng thought about it, and helped her get a copy of "Historical Records": "Look at it."
Song Jianing took the book and went back to the couch with him.
This time, she sat across from Zhao Heng and lowered her head to read. Song Jianing was playful and active when she was a child, but her family changed afterward. Various experiences just changed her temperament, and she was able to calm down quickly in everything she did. She read it carefully, but Zhao Heng couldn't read it anymore. He looked up at her, with a chubby face and his eyes lowered, making him even more obedient.
She was so quiet, and Zhao Heng gradually regained his indifference and focused on reading his military book.
There are only a few strokes in the military book, but it can describe the grandeur and thrill of the battlefield. Zhao Heng was immersed in it. After some time, he was suddenly startled by a muffled sound. When he looked up, he saw that she was lying on the table and fell asleep, her head resting on her arm. . Zhao Heng watched silently, making sure that she would not wake up in a short time. He got up helplessly, spread the pillow first, and then went around to hug her.
The couch was very warm, Song Jianing was lying on her side, her cheeks were rosy, like a ripe peach.
Zhao Heng held her shoulders, slowly let her lean on him, and then lifted her legs to bend, she mumbled vaguely, turned her head and burrowed into his arms, as delicate as a cat. Zhao Heng didn't move for a while, and when she fell asleep again, he carried her to the east and slowly laid her down with his head resting on the pillow.
Song Jianing knew nothing.
Zhao Heng helped her cover the quilt, looked at her for a while, turned around, and prepared to read the military book. But the broad and profound words in the book suddenly became dull. Zhao Heng recognized those words, but could no longer understand their meaning, and the more he read, the more sleepy he felt. Is that bowl of sweet soup too greasy
Zhao Heng wanted to suppress the sleepiness, but the more deliberately he became, the more irritable he became.
That's all, reading in this way is twice the result with half the effort, so it's better not to read.
Putting down the scroll, Zhao Heng took off his robe, lifted the quilt and slept with her. However, she was sleepy when she lay down, and she couldn't fall asleep when she lay down. Looking at her flushed face and cherry-like lips, it was clearly more attractive than the bowl of white fungus and Sydney soup. Zhao Heng didn't want to force himself any more, he leaned on top of her and gently covered her mouth.
It seems to have a faint sweet smell of white fungus.
Zhao Heng increased his strength.
Song Jianing was quickly awakened by him, opened his eyes, the warm couch by the window was full of light, and his fair and handsome face was in front of him. Song Jianing was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the low table next to him, and gradually understood what was going on. She was a little annoyed, how could she fall asleep just looking at it? As soon as he thought about it, his big hand stretched in from under her jacket.
Song Jianing had no time to be distracted, and hummed softly.
"Don't call." Zhao Heng raised his head and said dumbly.
Song Jianing stared at him innocently with her almond-shaped eyes, and she didn't want to make a sound, but she couldn't control her like this.
Zhao Heng had no choice but to change his mouth: "Keep your voice down."
Song Jianing nodded obediently.
To be cautious, Zhao Heng put all the quilts on the heads of the two of them. Even if Eunuch Fu came in, he could only see a wavy quilt. He couldn't see anything else.
The author has something to say: Zhao Heng: You are a little goblin.
Jia Ning: Obviously you are not serious.
Shuang’er: Hey, are the princes and princesses discussing the Dharma
Eunuch Fu: Obviously, he is playing the role of a Taoist priest subduing demons.