Zhao Heng didn't use Liu'er's lantern to wait on him. He entered the inner room by himself. In order to make it easier for the master to wake up at night, there will always be a light in the inner room. The curtain in front of the bed fell quietly, Zhao Heng's footsteps were almost silent, he opened the curtain, and saw that she was lying on the bed with her back to him, sleeping motionless, revealing a small white face.
Imagining the situation when she fell asleep, Zhao Heng felt a little guilty. His father suddenly decided to attack Jin. He was only concerned with important matters, forgot what day it was today, and did not explain it to her clearly. She was left to fall asleep alone on the Spring Festival. She was submissive and well-behaved, so she probably wouldn't blame him, but only she knew what she was feeling.
Zhao Heng turned around, prepared to go outside, took off his robe, and went straight to sleep. Appreciating the moon was an excuse, but if she was awake, she could go out to appreciate it.
On the bed, Song Jianing had been waiting for the man to wake her up or come up to sleep, when she suddenly heard his footsteps go out, misunderstanding that the man was leaving because she fell asleep, Song Jianing couldn't pretend any longer, pretending to just wake up. Turning over, he called to the figure who was about to leave the bunk bed, "Your Highness?"
Zhao Heng paused and turned around.
The man was standing with his back to the light. Song Jianing couldn't really see his face. He just rubbed his eyes and said sleepily, "I think I heard some noise. It turns out that the prince is really here."
The soft and soft voice seemed to be really sleepy, but there was a trace of grievance and urgency in those words. If it was the daytime, if the voices were noisy, Zhao Heng might not be able to tell the difference, but now it was the second watch, and the night was too quiet. Still so quiet that any small emotion can be magnified, and then think of the time when she was sober...
Zhao Heng came to the bed again and sat down to look at her.
Song Jianing lowered her head subconsciously, not knowing whether he was afraid that he would see that she was pretending to be asleep, or because of something else. Zhao Heng moved her little hand from rubbing her eyes, raised her chin, Song Jianing looked at him unexpectedly, the distance was too close, Zhao Heng could clearly see her brows creased slightly, as if grimacing, those crystal clear almond eyes. , and no trouble.
"Your Highness?" Song Jianing asked anxiously, always feeling that his eyes and actions were strange.
Zhao Heng let go of her chin, held her hand and explained, "I have something to do in the courtroom, the royal father ordered me to write Zhang Zuoshu, which I just finished."
He looked into her eyes and said, and when he finished speaking, he saw that the gloomy eyes of hers gradually swelled with light, like a pool of stagnant water coming to life, sparkling with light, more dazzling than the starry sky. Song Jianing couldn't see her eyes, but she couldn't help but be happy. The prince didn't accompany her on the New Year's Day. She thought she was doing something wrong. It turned out that the prince was going to write a memorial all night, and let her sleep first because he didn't want her. Stay up all night waiting for him
Obviously considerate.
Song Jianing smiled. After laughing, he felt that he shouldn't laugh at this time. He hurriedly threw himself into his arms like a spoiled child. He had just come in from outside, and his robe was cold. Touching his robe with his little hand, Song Jianing said distressedly, "Your Highness has been busy all night, are you tired?"
Zhao Heng didn't feel tired, but when she asked him this, he actually felt a little hungry. He held her with one hand and gently touched the top of her head with the other, and said, "I'm not tired, just hungry." He didn't eat at all in the palace. What, full of state affairs.
Song Jianing's heart moved, he raised his head and said, "Let the kitchen cook some yam and wolfberry porridge?" Tonight, the kitchen should always prepare Lantern Festival, but the Lantern Festival is sticky and not suitable for eating at night. In fact, Song Jianing didn't have enough to eat in the palace at night, and she was left out by her husband immediately after returning. She only cared about being sad and forgot about being hungry.
Zhao Heng guessed that she was greedy, and smiled: "Okay."
Song Jianing immediately rang the bell and asked Liu'er to make arrangements.
Liu'er left, worried that the prince would be cold, Song Jianing persuaded him to sit on the bed first. When Zhao Heng came over, he used the moon admiration as an excuse, but now he is inexplicably really excited, holding her warm and soft little hand and saying, "Outside, the moon is beautiful."
Song Jianing heard the sound of the sound and knew the elegant meaning, and smiled and said, "Then I will accompany the prince to appreciate the moon for a while." After that, he went down to the ground to get dressed.
Zhao Heng held her down, he went to the hanger to help her get her jacket and long skirt, and then let Song Jianing stand on the bed, he helped her put it on with his own hands, his eyebrows were calm, and his movements were jerky and slow. A big hand accidentally touched her bulging chest. Song Jianing blushed, and looked at him shyly with watery almond eyes, Zhao Heng glanced at her, and the corners of his lips rose.
Song Jianing tilted his head, there was a strange feeling in his heart, and he wanted to do something impulsive.
After putting on the jacket, Zhao Heng lifted the skirt to help her wrap it, stretched his hands back, and pressed his upper body to hers. Looking at the man in front of him, Song Jianing lowered his head in a dreadful way, and quickly kissed him on the forehead. She was really happy. On the way out of the palace, she was very envious of Prince Rui and Prince Chu for welcoming their wives. She especially hoped that her longevity prince would treat her like that. At that time, she only thought about the consideration of other princes and only Remember that King Shou didn't pick her up, and then he forgot all the kindness that King Shou treated her in private.
Now that he was good to her again, Song Jianing remembered it all at once.
The second uncle and the second aunt came to Beijing to beg her. When she was most helpless, King Shou walked to her step by step and told her not to worry. Has King Chu ever done this? She froze her hands, and the lord used his chest to warm her hands. Did Prince Rui treat Princess Rui like this? She was unwell and could not lift her legs to get on the carriage. King Shou hugged her up in front of the guards of the palace. Is the Duke of Wu'an so considerate
Maybe they all picked up their own princess, maybe they doted on the princess in private, but her Shou Wang also doted on her very much, how could she just because Shou Wang didn't take a few steps to pick her up? Do you think the lord treats her badly
After putting on the skirt, Song Jianing raised his arms around his neck and whispered in his ear sincerely, "Your Highness is the best husband in the world."
The warm and warm tone rushed into the man's ears, and the warm current blew into his heart like a spring breeze. She said it too suddenly, he was unprepared, and his heart seemed to fall into a steaming hot spring, which was about to melt. Zhao Heng was about to hold her and sit in his arms and put her shoes on, but at this moment he suddenly lost all his strength and could only barely stand on the spot, supporting the little princess who was on top of him.
She was very sincere, and the sweetness in her words almost reached the tip of his tongue through her voice, and she could feel it just by hearing it, but Zhao Heng deserved it. He couldn't talk to her, couldn't let her go back to her mother's house as she wanted, like the third girl of the Guo family, and almost let her celebrate the festival by herself tonight, how could she still think he was the best husband? How easy is it to satisfy
After a long time, Zhao Hengcai found his own voice, tilted his head and asked the little princess who was resting on his shoulder: "Where is it?"
Song Jianing smiled softly: "Everything is good." She also felt good about his mouth problems, otherwise he would compare other princes everywhere, how could he get her to be his princess again? There are many beauties who flatter him to please him and adore him. He may have kept countless beauties in the backyard for a long time, and he will not look at her more at a glance.
Her compliments were so sincere and sincere that Zhao Heng couldn't guess what she was thinking, but it was also very useful. Sitting on the bed with her in his arms, Zhao Heng cupped her warm cheeks and teased deliberately, "A flattery, do you want to be rewarded?"
Song Jianing was stunned, she was just telling the truth, how did she become flattery
Zhao Heng saw her stunned, his eyes widened with a smile, he lowered his head and covered her honey-like mouth, he had no desire, he just wanted to kiss her. His lips were warm, Song Jianing closed his eyes and entangled his lips and teeth, kissing him, the thin layer of autumn frost in his heart turned into a spring water, and he wanted to have a child again, and the lilac-like tongue took the initiative to send it to him .
This was more stimulating than a simple kiss. Zhao Heng tightened his body and raised his head in time.
Song Jianing's full and rosy lips were still open, almond eyes staring at him, not understanding why he stopped halfway.
Zhao Heng remembered that she wanted to admire the moon, but her dissatisfaction was too appealing, like the goblin in this story who specially tempted scholars to indulge in beauty. Holding her soft body, Zhao Heng suddenly forgot about the moon outside the window and the yam porridge simmering in the kitchen pot. He lowered his head abruptly, eagerly eating the cloves she had spoiled, and rudely untied the clothes he had personally dressed for her. dress on.
The gauze tent was half-tipped, and the two people's mixed gasps gradually spread out.
At the second watch, it was freezing cold in the yard, and the little maid had already rested. Liu'er didn't ask anyone for help. After waking up the old lady in the kitchen, she went back to the door of the main room and waited, standing inside the thick cotton curtain. , her ears paid attention to the movement outside, and then just when she vaguely heard the footsteps of the old woman, the princess suddenly heard the voice of "wang ye" in the inner room. It was just two words, and she turned an unknown number of turns. Most of her bones were flaky.
Liu'er stared at the inner room in disbelief, didn't the princess want to drink porridge? Didn't he say he wanted to accompany the prince to appreciate the moon? How can in the blink of an eye...
After a "Lord" came out, a string of voices followed, and the sound was bumpy, enough to imagine what the master looked like at this time. Liu'er was no longer afraid of the cold, she flashed outside the curtain, and when she turned her eyes, she saw the woman in the kitchen standing in the corridor with a tray, looking at the window in the inner room as if she was stopped by something.
Liu'er had experience and guessed that the masters would not stop for half an hour, so he walked over quickly and whispered to the old woman to bring the porridge back, warm it first, and wait for the summons at any time. The old woman nodded and walked back with the tray, but her footsteps were slow, and she couldn't help but want to hear more. Not to mention, Wang Fei's voice is really nice, even a woman can't move her feet, and she is such a beautiful beauty, how much does Wang Ye like it
Zhao Heng really liked it, he went crazy with it, watching her fleshy face trembling by him, listening to her fascinated prince after another, Zhao Heng forgot his father and the emperor, and forgot about Fa Jin. I only have my own princess in my eyes, and I only think about one thing: crusade her, and keep crusades!
In the last few moments, watching her crying and calling him, Zhao Heng suddenly wanted to call her name, "An..."
But his voice got out of control. He, who had not stuttered in front of people for more than ten years, actually broke into two "Ah" sounds. Song Jianing heard it, but she was on the cusp of the limelight and couldn't make any response. It wasn't until he fell down and lay on her shoulders to calm down, Song Jianing weakly hugged his waist and laughed secretly.
The lord was finally willing to speak up, and it was so nice.