National Beauty

Chapter 118

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The privy envoy Cao Yu led his troops to besiege Jinyang City on all sides. Due to the strong walls of Jinyang City, the army could not attack for a long time, but Han Da, Guo Xiao and other generals were still stationed on the northern front to prevent Liao from sending troops again.

On this day, Guo Xiao was patrolling the river with a team of men and horses when he heard the sound of hooves behind him. Guo Xiao pulled back his horse and looked back, and saw his sister-in-law Han Zhengchang coming quickly. Guo Xiao motioned for his men to move forward. He waited in place for a while, and when Han Zhengchang caught up, the two of them followed the river patrol soldiers unhurriedly.

The two chatted about the battle situation, and turned to family affairs. Han Zhengchang smiled and said, "A letter from the family came from the capital. The princess is happy. Tingfang asked me to tell you."

The princess is happy...

Guo Xiao looked straight ahead, Han Zhengchang couldn't see the emotion in his eyes, he only saw the corners of his brother-in-law's lips rising. He must be happy for another sister's good news, right? Han Zhengchang made this trip to announce the good news. After the matter was finished, he had other errands. He said goodbye to Guo Xiao and turned his horse's head away.

Guo Xiao was holding the reins in his hands, but his legs were stiff and he forgot to exert force. In the early spring, it is still cold in the north, and the river next to it is gurgling, and the sound of the water is even more desolate. Guo Xiao sat on the horse, and it took a long time for him to hear the sound of the water again. When he regained his senses, he saw that the soldiers who patrolled the river in front had already walked half a mile, and he was the only one left here.

She is happy. He has only been away from Beijing for a few months, and she is pregnant with King Shou's child. She is only fifteen years old. How hard does King Shou want

Guo Xiao laughed again, jumped off the horse with a smile, dropped the sword around his waist, and plunged into the river. The river was icy cold, and thousands of chills rushed towards him, Guo Xiao closed his eyes and sank, until the cold suppressed the jealous fire that almost drove him crazy, then Guo Xiao suddenly opened his eyes and swam towards the water. go.

"All heads!" The soldiers who were back at the sound shouted eagerly.

Guo Xiao wiped his face and saw the group of soldiers below. He laughed loudly: "I haven't showered for many days, and my body is so itchy, and a soak is really comfortable!"

Hearing the words, the soldiers patrolling the river looked at each other in dismay. In the cold weather, they could still laugh. Isn't it crazy

Guo Xiao wasn't crazy, and his body was almost numb from the soak. He immediately went ashore and took off his wet clothes in front of a group of subordinates, revealing his strong chest. But those soldiers patrolling the river didn't even look at Lord Dutou's chest.

Guo Xiao grabbed one of his subordinates, took off his shirt and wiped his body, then grabbed the other and took off his armor. He ordered the deputy head to continue to lead the team to patrol. He quickly returned to the camp, and he was not in a hurry to replace it when he entered the camp. The ill-fitting armor that was snatched, ordered someone to bring wine, and one person poured a whole jar. After drinking and changing his clothes, Guo Xiao stepped out of the camp again, and turned into a stern and dignified Ma Jundu again.

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In the dead of night, Song Jianing woke up suddenly.

She had a dream. She dreamed that she was watching flowers by the lotus pond and accidentally fell into the water. At the moment of falling into the water, the small lotus pond suddenly turned into the boundless water of Taihu Lake. She struggled desperately, but a horrible head swam in the water. The terrifying huge beast charged towards her with a bloody mouth full of fangs. Just as the beast was approaching, Song Jianing could clearly see the bottomless pit-like black mouth of the other party, and she woke up with fright.

Song Jianing was still in shock, turned around, and saw Wang Shou An sleeping next to her, she slowly leaned over, resting her head on his shoulder, and wrapped her arms around his waist. His chest became heavy, Zhao Heng woke up from his deep sleep, still sleepy, he only turned around and hugged his petite wife, and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"

Song Jianing shrank more and more into his arms: "It's a nightmare."

"It's okay." Zhao Heng closed his eyes and touched her head, then fell asleep again.

He only woke up for a while, but his warm and broad embrace, his gentle "it's okay", and the soothing stroking of his head made Song Jianing feel at ease. She relied on his arms until her sleepiness surged up, and until she felt that it was not comfortable enough to hold her like this, Song Jianing left his arms again and fell asleep with her back to him.

When they woke up, they both forgot about it.

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The siege of Jinyang City is still going on, but in March, the capital has already blossomed in spring, and the people who are far away from the war are living and working in peace and contentment, and they have not been affected by the war at all. The court ministers all knew that the Great Zhou was going to win this time, so they were no longer as cautious as they were during the first battle in the first month of the first month.

Song Jianing had a very tormented time during this time. Just a few days after the hi-pulse was confirmed, she started to vomit in the morning. Zhao Heng asked the imperial doctor in the palace to adjust it for her, but it was of no use at all. The kitchen almost cooked all the meals in the recipe, but it was still useless. As long as Song Jianing ate something, she would definitely spit it out soon.

Song Jianing knew that King Shou was also irritable, but she couldn't hold back her tears, and the tears would fall when she was uncomfortable. Zhao Heng was worried about her and the children, and finally even came up with a way to let Song Jianing return to the Duke's Mansion for a period of time. Song Jianing returned to the Duke's Mansion in a sedan chair, and then she didn't know whether it was her mother who took good care of her every day, or her little brother's innocent and lively face that made her feel at ease, and she could barely use some food.

After living in the Guogong's mansion for a whole month, in mid-March, Song Jianing's morning sickness finally eased. After discussing with his mother, Song Jianing led the maids who were serving beside him and moved back to the palace, and sat on the warm couch by the window to rest, while absently flipping through the "Records of the Grand Historian", while looking forward to King Shou's return soon. His lord treats her well in private, but he has always been indifferent on the surface. After she moved to the Guogong Mansion for so long, the lord only visited her once. To this day, the couple hadn't seen each other for half a month.

Touching her thin face, it was no longer chubby, and then looking at her slender wrist, the blood jade bracelet that the lord gave her was hanging loosely on it, Song Jianing felt very happy. Fortune and misfortune depended on each other, because of morning sickness, although she had passed a month where life was worse than death, she lost weight unexpectedly, even her breasts became smaller, and she became a skinny beauty like the wind blows.

Thin is beautiful, she has become beautiful, the prince will definitely like her more, right

In order to surprise his lord, when Shouwang returned in the evening, Song Jianing didn't go out to greet him for the first time in history. He sat on the couch in a panic and waited.

In the front yard, knowing that his little princess had returned without saying hello, Zhao Heng couldn't help but quicken his steps, put on a jade-colored homely robe, and immediately rushed to the backyard. But the princess who always rushed to the front of the main room with Xiao Yingying and waited for him did not come out today. Zhao Heng's expression changed slightly. The first thought was that she was too weak to even walk. Otherwise, she was cautious. Obedient, will definitely come out to meet him.

Ignoring the maids who bowed their heads and salutes, Zhao Heng went straight to the east room, and was about to walk towards the inner room, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure on the warm couch. Zhao Heng paused and saw that she was wearing a pink shirt leaning against the window, her face was covered with tears.

The third volume, "Records of the Grand Historian," was blocked, revealing only the thick black bun and the small jade-like hand holding the scroll.

She didn't go out to greet him, knowing that he didn't greet him when he came in, her appearance was very disrespectful, but Zhao Heng didn't realize her rudeness at all, and just wanted to see his little princess quickly. Misunderstanding that she was fascinated by reading books, Zhao Heng coughed lightly. Song Jianing heard this, her cheeks were inexplicably hot, she put down the book little by little, her eyes were downcast, and her face was like a peach blossom.

She put the book slowly, Zhao Heng first saw the sparse bangs on her forehead, followed by dark eyebrows and dark eyes, and finally the face.

Zhao Heng's eyes froze.

She has a melon-faced face, not as big as his palm, so she looks cuddly and cute. Now that she has lost weight suddenly, her eyes are lowered timidly, and she is pitiful and pitiful, but Zhao Heng feels unfamiliar and feels that she is not his princess at all. The thin beauty in front of the window, although beautiful, is not as round as his little princess...

The man remained motionless and said nothing. Song Jianing raised his eyes curiously. Seeing him standing in front of the couch, there was no surprise or joy in his eyes. Instead, his thin lips were pursed as if a little angry. Song Jianing panicked, stood up quickly, and sat down on the edge of the couch with her head down, thinking about putting on her shoes first. If the lord is not happy, then it is not the time to act like a spoiled child.

Just before she touched the embroidered shoes, the man suddenly leaned over and took her into his arms.

The familiar embrace, the familiar faint scent of books, and the missing for half a month instantly dispelled Song Jianing's anxiety. She also reached out and hugged his thin waist, rubbing her head against him: "My lord, I miss you so much." By her side, she eats well, but she always misses him, especially at night, when she wonders what he's doing and whether he also misses her.

"Why, so thin?" She was already petite, and she became even smaller when she lost weight. Zhao Heng touched her slender waist and asked in a low voice. If it wasn't for her showing his familiar cowardice, Zhao Heng would have suspected that the Guo family had found someone who looked exactly like her and sent it back to fool him.

After being laughed at by Fatty for so many years, she finally heard someone compliment her on her skinny. He raised his head in his arms and looked at the man above his head expectantly.

Zhao Heng bowed his head and saw that she was still able to laugh. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that she once wrapped her breasts. Looking down, he circled around her slightly shrunk clothes, Zhao Heng pinched her face and said solemnly, "I don't like it, starting today, have a meal."

Song Jianing was looking forward to complimenting him here, but he didn't expect that he would actually order him to add some extra food and come back fat, and he was stunned there.

She opened her mouth dumbfoundedly, her face thinned, her almond eyes were still the clear eyes he was familiar with, and her lips were as rosy and full as she remembered. Zhao Heng forgot to investigate her thinness for the time being. He leaned over her shoulder and kissed her. His lips were hot, and Song Jianing responded subconsciously. After a while, she also forgot about thinness and fatness, and put both hands on his shoulders.

Zhao Heng just picked her up and went to the inner room. She was pregnant, so naturally he wouldn't do anything, but when he touched the peach that shrank a little, Zhao Heng let go of her mouth and reminded again: "Eat more, don't vomit again."

Song Jianing nodded with a blushing face, and finally understood why the prince disliked her for being thin.

Turns out she likes her bulging...