National Beauty

Chapter 109

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The red sun gradually slanted westward, and on the warm couch in the study of King Shou’s mansion, the ups and downs of the quilt suddenly stopped moving. The next moment, the quilt was eagerly lifted, and King Shou turned over to lie down, gasping for breath. Jade's face was rarely flushed red. Next to King Shou, his princess has messy black hair, and her tender little face is like a peony that has been hit by the rain. She is red and sweaty, her almond eyes are misty, and a few strands of hair stick to her forehead and cheeks, making her look enchanting and charming.

Both of them were panting. Song Jianing was the first to feel the cold. He grabbed the quilt he threw to his waist with his little hands and covered himself again. There was a pillow here, and she was pillowed on it, Zhao Heng directly pillowed on the couch, opened his eyes, saw the roof, moved his eyes to the side, and saw the rows of bookshelves on the ground. Become a sage, shook his head and sighed at him, not ashamed of his absurdity.

Zhao Heng closed his eyes, for some unknown reason.

With a heavy arm, she leaned over softly, resting her head on his chest, and rubbed it in dependence. Zhao Heng held half of her shoulders, it was so soft and smooth that people couldn't put it down, and the beauty was misleading. It really made sense, but he couldn't indulge himself like this anymore.

"I don't need to send soup in the future." Zhao Heng said in a low voice.

Song Jianing hadn't fully recovered from the aftermath. After listening to his instructions, she habitually hummed. The prince didn't ask her to send soup, yes, did she blame her for disturbing his study? After the soup was delivered, the two of them rolled into the bed. Perhaps, the lord thought that she was sending soup to seduce him

Song Jianing didn't want to seduce the prince, but in the end, the prince really abandoned his studies because of her.

"Yes." She said respectfully immediately, no one dared to lie in his arms anymore, and quickly lay back inside.

The warm and nephrite-like body left, Zhao Heng tilted his head, and what caught the eye was her blushing profile, with a strand of wet hair, hooking her to kiss. It was just absurd, Zhao Heng didn't want to indulge himself any more, he lifted the quilt and helped her cover it, he turned his back to her, changed clothes, and went down to the clean room at the back.

After draining the water and tidying up, Zhao Heng stayed behind for a while longer, and came out, only to see that she was already dressed, with a black silk draped over her back and folded the quilt with her back to him. Zhao Heng was stunned. She was delicate and soft, and she had to rest for a while every time she finished her work. How could she have the strength to work now

Song Jianing folded the quilt, turned around, and caught a glimpse of the slender figure over there. She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, then put on her shoes and went down to the ground, then walked to one side to brush her hair. The hairpins and hairpins were all there, but there was no hairbrush. Song Jianing used her fingers as her hair, tilted her head slightly, and combed through the long hair strands. Yubai's fingers shuttled through the thick black hair. nice.

Zhao Hengqing couldn't help being attracted by her hand.

Song Jianing didn't know that the man was looking at her, her hair was smooth, she deftly twisted her hair into a bun when she came, inserted the hairpin and hairpin according to memory, and finally patted the bangs in front of her forehead lightly. Feeling that there was nothing wrong, Song Jianing turned around and asked the man to confirm in a soft voice, "My lord, is my hair messy?"

Zhao Heng kept standing there, watching her dress up in one go, returning to the dignified and gentle way she had just entered the door. Her hair was neatly bun, and Zhao Heng couldn't see anything wrong, but he always felt that something was not right, but he couldn't say it, so he could only answer her question: "It's not messy."

Song Jianing smiled again and bowed to him: "Then I'll retire first."

Zhao Heng paused and said, "Okay."

Song Jianing walked softly and walked out the door. When she saw Eunuch Fu, her face did not change. She was calm and peaceful all the way. It was not until she returned to the backyard that Song Jianing asked the maids to wait outside. She was alone. Walking into the inner room, I went straight to the full-length mirror that was one person tall. She looks beautiful in the mirror, she is all born, she can't change it.

Song Jianing tore off the collar, shoulders and chest, all the traces left by the prince. He likes her very much, but he is a prince who likes to read. He is a prince with big things in his heart. He doesn't need her soup, and he doesn't want her to go to the study to "seduce" him. After closing the collar, Song Jianing sighed helplessly, she really didn't mean that.

That's all, in the future when he comes to the backyard, she will work hard to be a family member. She should not go to the front yard. The king's study is not the place for her to go, but she is too anxious.

In the study, Zhao Heng sat back on the couch, there was no one around, and he still couldn't read the book. When he looked up, he seemed to see her sitting quietly opposite the "Records of the Grand Historian". She was behind her in the dark blanket. An unbearable whimper. Tomorrow I will go to the Hanlin Academy as an errand, and if I am like this in the palace...

Zhao Heng decided to live in the front yard tonight, and he smiled lightly when he caught a glimpse of the "Historical Records" she had only turned a few pages.

When night fell, Zhao Heng went to the backyard with the scroll of "Historical Records". He was not in a hurry to eat. He asked her to speak in the inner room, took out the scroll in his sleeve, and asked her, "Don't you like it?"

Song Jianing shook his head and said sincerely, "I like it, but I don't understand something."

"Why don't you understand?" Zhao Heng handed the book to her.

Song Jianing looked at him and saw that he was calm, not blaming her for seduction. Assuming that the man had calmed down, Song Jianing boldly pointed out a few things she didn't understand, and the first sentence was in doubt: "The Yellow Emperor, The son of Shao Dian, who is Shao Dian? Is he very famous?" The black and white almond eyes looked at him ignorantly, like a child.

Zhao Heng smiled: "There is the Clan, the tribal leader."

Song Jianing understood, and then asked again, "Is there a clan?"

This kind of thing is a long story, and it has to be explained clearly in one breath. Zhao Heng couldn't explain it in a few words, so he opened it and said, "The next one."

Song Jianing shrank his neck, guessing that he didn't understand even if he asked, he hurriedly pointed to a place name: "Where is Banquan?"

Zhao Heng looked at her, called Eunuch Fu, and asked Eunuch Fu to get the map.

Song Jianing was suddenly very embarrassed, put down the book and said with a smile, "Forget it, I'll just take a look, I don't need to know so clearly."

She smiled beautifully, and Zhao Heng took her hand and squeezed it gently: "Understood, you won't be sleepy."

No wonder she fell asleep after turning a few pages.

Song Jianing also understood what he was talking about, and immediately blushed.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Heng thought again.

After reading the map and pointing out to her several places mentioned in the book, Zhao Heng asked someone to set the meal. Song Jianing ate a few mouthfuls in silence, squinting at the man, she tentatively asked, "Does your lord like to eat bland food?"

The first time she spoke at the dinner table, Zhao Heng glanced at her and nodded.

Song Jianing laughed: "My taste is similar to that of Wang Ye." She listed a few dishes that she likes to eat.

When she was talking, Zhao Heng put down his chopsticks to listen, his black eyes looked at her watery almond eyes, and he picked up the chopsticks after she had eaten. This dinner, the couple spent a quarter of an hour longer than last night. After rinsing her mouth after dinner, Song Jianing felt that it was not good to go to bed immediately after eating. Thinking that the prince had played chess with his stepfather, she took the initiative to invite King Shou: "My lord, shall we play chess?"

Zhao Heng wanted to go back to the front yard, but when he heard the words, he couldn't move his feet and nodded.

The maids put the chessboard on the warm couch in the second room.

Song Jianing held the sandalwood chess jar in one hand, and pinched the chess piece from the inside with the other, playing it very seriously. Zhao Heng watched her chess game, and suddenly realized that his princess, except for her stature, was not like a child. Playing chess with Guo Boyan, Zhao Heng never cared, but accompanied his princess, Zhao Heng cared, and let her win.

At the end of the game, Song Jianing was overjoyed, grabbed King Shou's Heizi, and smiled beautifully: "My lord lost."

Zhao Heng also smiled: "What reward do you want?"

Song Jianing just played with him casually.

Zhao Heng waited patiently, and Song Jianing had to make up one: "Your Highness reward me with a piece of jewelry?"

Zhao Heng glanced at the top of her head, agreed, and then began to pick up pieces, meaning another game.

Song Jianing had just won once, and he was even more interested. When he was down, he began to think about what reward he would ask for after winning for a while. It turned out to be very beautiful, and he was beaten by a man in a few seconds. Song Jianing stared blankly at the chessboard, only then did he understand that Shouwang's chess skills were good, and the last game was just coaxing her.

Song Jianing glanced at him resentfully.

Zhao Heng only asked, "What do you promise me?"

Song Jianing just wanted to ask him for something, and now he said: "One win and one loss, let's ask for both, no one has to give it to anyone."

Zhao Heng pursed his lips, speechless, and continued to pick up pieces.

Song Jianing knew what he was capable of, so naturally he wasn't so foolish to take the initiative to look for defeat. He deliberately covered his mouth with a small hand, and said sleepily, "It's almost a watch, the lord has to get up early tomorrow, should you rest early?"

Zhao Heng turned the chess piece in his hand, put it back on the chessboard, and said, "Okay."

Song Jianing jumped off the ground happily, put on her own shoes, and then helped her put them on.

Zhao Heng followed her directly to the inner room.

The two stole their mouths once in the afternoon, and Song Jianing estimated that he would have to do it at most tonight, so this time, although it was longer and more aggressive than any previous one, Song Jianing tried his best to continue, not afraid of backache or trembling legs. Serving comfortably. But Song Jianing didn't expect that in the middle of the night when she slept soundly, the man hugged her from behind again.

Song Jianing was so sleepy that she was so daring that she didn't give anything.

Zhao Heng just liked how she was not afraid of being confused and dazed. He didn't want to force her, so he put his arms around her and blew in her ear: "Give you jewelry." Doesn't she want jewelry? Give it to him again and he will give her two.

Song Jianing is not uncommon, or should not.

Zhao Heng was breathing heavily and reminded her, "You lost."

Song Jianing was hugged and rubbed by him for a long while, and he became more and more awake. He opened his eyes, and through the dim light from the small lamp outside, he saw his eyes that were condensed with rain and mist. Knowing that he was thinking hard, Song Jianing's body softened inexplicably, but he remembered his dislike for her in the study in the afternoon, so he couldn't help but feel sour, and deliberately twisted it: "The one that I won canceled out."

"I have promised to give you jewelry." Zhao Heng insisted.

Song Jianing gritted his teeth, wrapped his arms around his neck and said, "The lord is not allowed to fool me with ordinary things..."

"Yeah." Zhao Heng replied absent-mindedly, hurriedly suppressed her, and had long since thrown his determination to abstain from sex during the day to the sky.