For dinner, Song Jianing used purple potato porridge. The rice was so rotten that there was basically no need to bite it. The purple potato was soft and sweet. Song Jianing took the small porcelain spoon and slowly ate it bit by bit. After eating half a bowl, he was full.
"I ate it all." At the dinner table, Zhao Heng took the initiative to talk to her for the first time.
Song Jianing was quite surprised, remembering what he had told her to eat more, she picked up the spoon obediently, but when she saw the porridge in the bowl, she suddenly felt a little nauseated and turned her head to one side in time, her blushing face turning white.
Zhao Heng was so shocked that he put down his chopsticks and was about to go over to help her, when the pair gathered courage and explained, "My lord, the lord said that the princess has just regained her appetite, so she can eat as much as she can, and you don't have to force it. The appetite will definitely improve, and the princess will have to beware of overeating at that time."
Song Jianing suppressed the nausea and nodded to him, but she still held the spoon in her little hand, as if he didn't agree, she would endure the discomfort and continue eating.
Zhao Heng was worried that she was deliberately eating less in order to keep her skinny. Since she was not feeling well, he naturally wouldn't force it, and he didn't even need it for himself. He walked over to help her up, held her hand and said, "Go for a walk?" Chun Nuan The flowers are blooming, and it's getting dark too late. At this time, the sunset outside is just right, so you don't have to worry about her being cold.
Song Jianing nodded.
The two of them didn't go far, they just took a walk in the yard. There were two begonias planted in the yard. The two stopped under the tree, Song Jianing looked up at the flowers and said with a smile, "The ones in the garden bloom better. There is a red begonia by the pond, but unfortunately, we have to go around the mountain to get closer. They won't let them. I climb mountains."
She had only been pregnant for two months, and her belly was flat, which didn't affect her walking at all, but the maids discouraged her because they were worried that she would fall and touch her, so Song Jianing was just very sorry and didn't mean to blame the maids.
Zhao Heng only started working at the Hanlin Academy last year. Before that, he had been living in the palace, and he knew his own garden very well. Song Jianing knew which begonia it was as soon as he said it. After all, it was the scene he set up himself. Hearing the regret in her words, Zhao Heng held her hand and said, "I will accompany you to watch it in the next ten days."
Song Jianing looked at him in surprise, her almond eyes lit up by the afterglow of the setting sun, glittering like lake water.
Pregnant and lethargic, on the day of Zhao Heng's holiday, Song Jianing still fell asleep. It was rare for Zhao Heng to not get up to practice martial arts. She has been eating more and more in the past two days, and she has not vomited much, but her thin face has not regained weight. She promised to eat well, but she is still very satisfied with her current figure. To take a peek at it, it's too stinky.
Zhao Heng felt that as long as she didn't go hungry on purpose, even if she kept losing weight, he would let her go.
After sleeping until three poles in the sun, Song Jianing woke up, opened his eyes, and saw the prince leaning to one side, reading a book, wearing middle clothes.
Song Jianing looked outside, it was bright and dignified, and sat up in surprise: "Is your lord having breakfast?" You won't be waiting for her, will you
Zhao Heng put down the book, looked at her and said, "Use it together."
Are you really waiting for her? Song Jianing was surprised, happy, and guilty, and hurriedly called the maids to come in and serve. After dinner, Zhao Heng wanted to take her to the garden to admire the begonias. He didn't ask the maids to follow him, but only brought Eunuch Fu. Going around the pond over there, Song Jianing saw a small boat parked by the pond from a distance. Song Jianing suddenly realized, yes, if she is not allowed to climb the mountain, she can go there by boat, why didn't she think of it
"Your Highness is really smart." Song Jianing said sincerely.
Zhao Heng smiled lightly.
When they got to the shore, Eunuch Fu got on the boat first, Zhao Heng took Song Jianing's small hand and stepped on it, and then helped her to sit down slowly. Eunuch Fu saw that the masters were all seated, so he punted the boat. The pond was not wide enough to accommodate three boats in a row. Therefore, Eunuch Fu did not hold up a few times before the boat reached the other side.
Zhao Heng helped his princess ashore again.
Knowing that the masters were going to enjoy the flowers here, Eunuch Fu supported the boat around the corner and waited for orders where the master could not see.
Under the begonia tree, Eunuch Fu had prepared in advance. There was a layer of bamboo mats on the ground, and a square table of pineapple wood was placed on the mat. The four treasures of the study, tea, cakes, and cakes were all available, adding a bit of elegance to the quiet scenery. The warm spring light shone down from the treetops, the birds on the hill behind him chirped, and the palace complex in the distance was covered by flowers and trees. Song Jianing looked around, and suddenly felt a sense of being in the deep mountains and old forests.
"The lord's garden is really beautiful." Song Jianing said softly in admiration. She married in the winter months last year, and only today can she truly appreciate the beauty of Shouwang's mansion. Before that, the scenery that impressed her the most about the garden of Shouwang's mansion was the Hundred Fruits Garden.
Zhao Heng followed her line of sight for a while, and finally his eyes returned to her, but he felt that the flowers in the garden couldn't compare to her beauty, and the water in the park couldn't compare to her clear eyes. Song Jianing was unaware of the gaze of the prince's husband, she walked under the begonia tree as she wished, and concentratedly admiring the begonia in front of her.
Today, she is wearing a robe embroidered with plum blossoms on a white background, with a white Luo skirt underneath. She is smiling at him and admiring the flowers.
Zhao Heng suddenly became interested in painting, and immediately took a seat at the square table of yellow pear wood, spread out the rice paper, glanced at her again, and then picked up a pen and dipped in ink.
The branches of the begonia were lush, Song Jianing slowly circled the begonia tree, turned around unintentionally, and saw her prince sitting at the square table, as if painting begonia. Song Jianing especially wanted to go over to take a look, but he was afraid of disturbing him, so he looked at Haitang in front of him. Song Jianing wisely stepped back, ready to see other scenery.
When Zhao Heng looked up, he saw that she had walked out of the Begonia tree a few steps away. What he wanted to paint was a beautiful woman admiring flowers. What if the beautiful woman left
"… Jianing."
Looking at her figure and thinking that Eunuch Fu was hiding in the distance, Zhao Heng temporarily changed his tune and called her name.
Song Jianing turned back suspiciously, his eyes were like autumn water, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Heng suddenly lost his mind. Seeing that she was about to turn around completely, Zhao Heng immediately said, "Don't move."
Song Jianing froze for a moment. He turned halfway and didn't dare to move any more, so he turned his neck blankly to look at him. The happy smile on her face turned into surprise, but this did not prevent Zhao Heng from painting. His body hardly moved, only his right hand was sketched on the drawing paper like a stream of water, and his eyes sometimes raised to look at her, and sometimes he looked down at the painting.
Song Jianing understood that the prince was painting her.
It was the first time that Song Jianing became a scene in someone else's painting. Song Jianing was happy and shy. Every time he looked at her, her face became even hotter. However, although he wanted to keep still and let him draw enough, after a long time, Song Jianing's twisted neck and waist became a little uncomfortable. The neck was sore, but the waist...
Song Jianing didn't dare to take risks with the child, she pursed her lips, and said in a low voice, "My lord, my back is sore..."
Zhao Heng paused for a moment, raised his head, saw her pitifully looking at him, Zhao Heng smiled: "It's time to move."
Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief and turned around completely, wanting to see him paint.
Zhao Heng acquiesced and continued to paint his own.
Song Jianing walked up to him, sat down on her knees with her skirt in hand, and leaned back a little so as not to disturb him. She stretched her neck and looked at the drawing paper. She saw that a begonia had already been drawn on the rice paper. The woman who looked back only drew an outline, but not her facial features, but just by looking at her graceful figure, she knew that this woman must be a beauty.
The beauty is her, Song Jianing's face is hot, and her heart is secretly happy, but fortunately she has lost weight, otherwise the paintings of the prince will definitely not look as good as they are now. Looking away from the drawing paper, Song Jianing couldn't help but quietly look at his husband. He is a prince with a mouth disease and a handsome man like a fairy. With such a bearing and such an identity, he is a good son who is incapable of writing and is also the first to be praised by the common people. , but he has talent, and he has thousands of books in mind, and his calligraphy and painting are comparable to those of ancient and modern sages.
How could she be so honored to be his concubine and have children for him
Song Jianing was fascinated, until her neck became sore again, Song Jianing turned her head slightly and looked at the painting again, only to see that King Shou had just finished the last stroke, and she looked back at the painting with a slight smile, as if shocked, ashamed, but happy. , as if she had made an appointment to meet her sweetheart under the Begonia tree, but the other party had not arrived yet, so she was disappointed and ready to leave, but when she heard someone calling her from behind, she turned around and saw the momentary expression of her sweetheart.
Song Jianing's face became even hotter. Was this the way she looked just now? She didn't know at all.
"How?" Zhao Heng had already put down his brush, and when he saw her blushing, he asked softly.
Song Jianing subconsciously praised: "It's beautiful, the lord's painting is really good." After speaking, she suddenly felt like she was complimenting her for her good looks, Song Jianing quickly explained with a blushing face: "No, I, I mean the wang ye's Begonia flower. Beautifully drawn!"
Hearing this, Zhao Heng glanced at the picture of the beauty on the table and frowned, "Aren't you good?"
Song Jianing: …
"It's okay!" After being annoyed, Song Jianing tried to remedy it, praising the lord without boasting, and blushing, "I, I mean that the lord is very skilled, and he made me look much better than a real person."
She always puts herself very low, and it is understandable because of her low self-esteem, but her country is beautiful, and she is unmatched in the world, and she does not dare to be proud, but instead tries to belittle herself. Looking at her blushing face, Zhao Heng reached out and hugged the person on his lap, burying it in her ear and saying, "The color of An An, the flowers are ashamed."
Song Jianing's ears were all complimented by his compliments, so he turned his head in shame. Looking at the picture of the beauty, he even felt that she was really beautiful in the painting... But Song Jianing is not someone who is used to boasting. After fluttering like a fairy for a while, she still attributed the credit to King Shou and his superb painting skills.
"My lord, can you give me this painting?" Song Jianing asked in a low voice. She might lose weight like this once in her life. When she gets older, she will definitely become the fat princess, or even fatter. Song Jianing wants to keep this painting, secretly smug when no one is there.
Zhao Heng raised his head.
Song Jianing looked at him expectantly, with watery almond eyes that he couldn't even draw.
Zhao Heng likes calligraphy and painting, but he has never had the habit of leaving it behind. No matter how proud he is, the calligraphy and painting will eventually be destroyed.
As for this one...
Zhao Heng tilted his head, facing the girl in the painting who turned back and smiled at him, Zhao Heng smiled too, held her hand and said, "Okay."