On a winter afternoon, the cold wind whistled outside and the sky was freezing, but the house where the dragon was burning was warm and thawed.
There were two light hums in his ears, Song Jianing opened his eyelids lazily, and saw the nursing mother leaning over and reaching out to touch her daughter's little quilt. Song Jianing looked at the nurse, who smiled and nodded at her, then lifted her daughter's quilt, lifted her daughter's two short legs in pink silk pants, and put on a new meson that had been warmed in advance.
After cleaning up, the wet nurse knelt down in front of the bed and continued to guard the little princess. Song Jianing looked at her daughter and fell asleep again after a while, but it seemed that she was woken up by her daughter's cry after a while. This time she was hungry. Song Jianing had almost slept and was in good spirits. She took the chubby little girl into her arms and opened her clothes to feed.
In her last life, Song Jianing wanted a child the most, but she never got what she wanted. As a first-time mother in this life, Song Jianing wanted to give her daughter everything she could. She was weak in the first few days after giving birth, so she had to let her nursing mother feed her daughter, and then rest. When the land was almost over, Song Jianing fed her daughter herself. The little girl can eat very well. Fortunately, Song Jianing has enough milk, so there is no need to aggrieve her daughter to eat other people's food. The two nursing mothers mainly take care of their daughter Lazar to sleep.
Halfway through the feeding, the voice of the maids calling for the prince suddenly came from the yard. Song Jianing panicked and looked at the nurse subconsciously. The wet nurse knelt in front of the bed and stared at her blankly. She realized that the prince had really returned to the house ahead of time. The wet nurse immediately got up and looked at the little princess who was still being held by the princess. The wet nurse hesitated and said, "Princess..."
Princess, are you feeding it yourself, or let me take it away
Song Jianing knew what the wet nurse meant, but she felt her daughter's greedy movements, and the little mouth was eating very vigorously, as if her mother's food was her favorite food. Song Jianing first carried her daughter inside. Zhaozhao was eating vigorously, but her mother suddenly stopped giving it to her, and the little girl would hum before she touched the bed. Song Jianing hurriedly lay down and took her daughter into her arms again. Only then did Zhaozhao stretch her brows and continue to be happy. ate.
Song Jianing listened to the footsteps outside, blushed and closed the front of her clothes, then pulled the quilt up, revealing as little as possible. After her daughter was born, Song Jianing took care of her daughter during the day, and asked her to sleep with her nurse at night. During the ten-day holiday, the prince was at home, and she did not feed her by herself, so the day after the little girl was about to be full moon, Song Jianing did not let the prince see her feeding the child. look. Song Jianing was particularly nervous when she thought that the prince was coming in soon.
The wet nurse stepped out of the stepping bed, bowed her head and bowed to the man who was walking around the screen: "Your Highness."
Zhao Heng hummed lightly.
The wet nurse stepped aside, not daring to go too far, for fear that the masters would not be able to hear their orders.
Zhao Heng picked up the gauze and saw her lying with her back to the outside, without her daughter, there was a faint sound of swallowing. Zhao Heng walked over in surprise, and saw his daughter in her arms, just...
Zhao Heng politely looked away and landed on her flushed face. She looked at him with misty almond eyes, then lowered her eyes again, and explained in a soft voice, "I just slept with Zhao Zhao in my arms. The lord is here, and Zhaozhao refuses to let go..." said more and more embarrassedly.
Zhao Heng hummed and sat on the bed with his back to her.
Seeing him sitting like that, Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that he would watch it, even though he had seen it many times before.
The couple didn't speak, only Zhaozhao swallowed with relish, feeding in front of the prince, Song Jianing panicked inexplicably. The tent was surprisingly quiet, Song Jianing couldn't help but secretly turned his head, but he also looked over at the same time, and their eyes met in the middle. Her almond eyes are moist, and his eyes are like a cloud of mist, the mist is filled with water, and they are entangled with each other.
In the end, Song Jianing ducked first, her heart thumping wildly.
Zhao Heng looked at her blushing face, took off his boots silently, and lay on his side beside her, supporting his body with his left elbow and his right hand over her hot face. Song Jianing had closed his eyes for a long time, but he could still feel him approaching, getting closer and closer, and finally the familiar thin lips pressed down. In Song Jianing's mind, the lord is a person who cares about desires. When he is in high spirits, he can come three or four times a night, and he basically doesn't give her much sleep. However, the lord is not obsessed with desires. During her pregnancy, the prince lived in the front yard more often, and he didn't ask maids to serve him, as if it didn't matter if he didn't touch women for a few years.
This month, Song Jianing was confinement. The prince was afraid of affecting her rest, so he only accompanied her for three nights. It seemed that the couple hadn't kissed like this for a long time. Song Jianing wanted the prince, she wanted to hug the prince's neck and kiss her like before, but she was not alone, she had to hug her daughter, so Song Jianing could only tilt her neck awkwardly and move her tongue.
That was the case, and it completely hooked Zhao Heng's desire to be imprisoned for more than half a year. The more his lips pressed against her mouth, the deeper he kissed her, and his right hand moved along her hot face to her slender neck, and then moved slightly towards her. Move down. He knew where his daughter was eating, so he took care to only take one side, but when he touched it, his palms got wet.
Zhao Heng raised his head in surprise.
He kissed too hard just now, Song Jianing gasped for breath, opened those almond eyes that were getting thinner, and saw that her prince was looking at his right hand. Song Jianing looked over unintentionally, and when he saw the white water in his palm, Song Jianing remembered that he seemed to have touched it just now, and his face flushed.
Zhao Heng lowered his eyes and saw that her eyes were tightly closed. He quickly tasted the palm of his hand. It was light and tasteless. There was not much water, so Zhao Heng smeared on her open front of her clothes. With such a little movement, the little princess who was eating was startled. Zhao Zhao kept his mouth shut, and his big black and pure eyes turned to his father.
The little princess, who is about to be full moon, has a much fairer face than when she was born, chubby and chubby, and her eyebrows and eyes are very mother-like. Seeing his daughter looking at him, Zhao Heng smiled and whispered to his daughter, "Zhao Zhao."
Zhaozhao stared at his father and king, while he was full. The little girl can eat too much, Zhao Heng lowered his head and his neck was sore. Before the little girl could eat enough, Zhao Heng's mind slowly returned to the princess that his daughter spoke of. Not to disturb his daughter's meal, Zhao Heng lay back beside her, hugged her shoulders and asked, "Will it hurt?"
He used to eat a little heavier, so she hurriedly pushed him away and cried out in pain. Now that her daughter has been eating for so long, Zhao Heng is a little worried.
How could Song Jianing know that his own prince would think about this, he pulled the front of his clothes to block the side that was idle for the time being, and asked in confusion, "Why does it hurt or not?"
Zhao Heng looked down.
Song Jianing finally understood, closed his eyes and shook his head, his cheeks like rouge.
Zhao Heng didn't quite believe it, so he confirmed, "The truth?"
Why did Song Jianing lie to him? Nod again.
Zhao Heng's eyes moved slightly, and he continued to watch his daughter eat. Song Jianing secretly opened his eyes and saw the prince's side face was focused. His expression was similar to when he was painting, without any color, and suddenly felt that his prince was more like a fairy. At this time, he could still be such a gentleman and not be confused by her body. .
When Zhaozhao was finally full, Zhao Heng picked up his daughter and patted her milk skillfully. The full Zhaozhao is the cutest time, lying obediently in his father's arms, not crying or making trouble, his watery almond eyes staring at his father. The nurse said that such an old child can't see clearly. Zhao Heng looked at his daughter, whose lips curled up from time to time as if smiling, but felt that her daughter could already see it.
As night fell, the wet nurse took the little princess to sleep in the ear room. Zhao Heng accompanies Song Jianing to dinner in the inner room, and rested here after dinner.
Shuang'er left a dim yellow light behind and retreated with Liu'er.
Zhao Heng took off his robe and came to the bed. He didn't say anything and directly supported Song Jianing. He didn't talk much, Song Jianing was accustomed to the silent prince, especially when he unbuttoned her shirt without saying a word, Song Jianing felt even more panic, and his whole body was looking forward to him.
but…
"Your Highness, wait two more days?" Thinking he was impatient, Song Jianing covered the front of his shirt with one hand and his trousers with the other, begging in a low voice. Her confinement was not full yet. Although she wiped her body several times, it was not thorough. She hadn't really bathed for a long time. Song Jianing was afraid that she would not smell good.
"I'm measured." Zhao Heng looked into her eyes and said, and then took her hand away without refusing to refuse.
Song Jianing was nervous and ignorant, curious about what he was going to do, and then saw the prince lowered his head, his big black head covering his face, but Song Jianing felt what he was doing. The same thing, the daughter and the daughter her father made were completely different. Song Jianing closed her eyes tightly, clutching the mattress with her little hands, and made uncontrollable noises.
Zhao Heng immediately let go, frowned and asked her, "It hurts?"
Song Jianing bit her lip and shook her head shyly.
Since it wasn't screaming in pain, Zhao Heng understood. Knowing that she liked it, he had no scruples and tried to show off the skills he had just learned from his daughter today. Song Jianing was both comfortable and worried. Seeing that he was greedy, it seemed that there was not enough. Song Jianing endured and endured it, but in the end, her love for her daughter prevailed. Save some..." He ate it all, what will my daughter eat tomorrow
How could Zhao Heng be greedy for something that quenches his thirst? What he was greedy for was the princess' soft body, her charming hum, and her amorous feelings under him. Since the princess didn't tell him to eat, Zhao Heng turned over to lie on his side, then took her into his arms and couldn't wait to eat her red lips that she didn't need to feed her daughter.
Four lips were pressed together, Song Jianing tasted the faint sweetness, and realized what it was. Song Jianing was so ashamed that she wanted to hide, but the man held her tightly in his arms, making her feel his body that had been silent for too long.
Song Jianing felt it, panicked and scared at the same time. This year, she has grown taller, and the place where she used to be fat has also become fatter. The prince is not pregnant, but she has also grown up. She is taller and more stalwart than when she got married last year. More and more heart-pounding.
She thought, and she was afraid that her mortal body would not be able to bear it.
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On the fifteenth day of the eleventh month, the little princess of Shouwang's Mansion had a full moon.
After her daughter was over the full moon, Song Jianing got up early, put on a robe with auspicious cloud patterns embroidered in water, and sat on the warm couch to coax her daughter. Zhao Heng stayed with her for a while, guessing that the guests would arrive one after another before heading to the front yard. He has never liked socializing, nor did he make friends with any court ministers, except for his own elder brother, the King of Chu, unless there were big happy events such as relocation, big marriage, and childbirth, and even a few brothers seldom communicated. ordinary officials.
Not long after breakfast, the King of Chu arrived first. The King of Chu rode on a horse. After dismounting, he strode to the carriage and hugged his eldest son, Brother Sheng, who could not wait to get off. Brother Sheng often came to the third uncle's house with his mother to play, and he didn't recognize the birth at all. When the father and the king picked up his mother, Brother Sheng had already ran inside excitedly.
"Third uncle!" Seeing the handsome third uncle wearing a crimson robe, Brother Sheng said crisply.
Brother Sheng was the first junior in the brothers' house. Zhao Heng loved this nephew who was already able to run and jump even more. He leaned over and hugged the boy who ran up to him, ready to go outside to meet his brother and sister-in-law. Brother Sheng didn't want to, he turned his head to look at the backyard, and said anxiously, "Third uncle, I'm going to find my sister!"
Brother Sheng used to look forward to his younger brother, but after his mother gave birth to his younger brother, Brother Sheng found that his younger brother was not fun at all. My younger sister, she is fair and beautiful, just looking at it is not enough, I want to stay by my sister's side all the time.
The nephew asked for something, Zhao Heng smiled lightly and put the boy down.
Brother Sheng ran all the way to the backyard, stepped into the warm pavilion and immediately looked at the couch, and saw the beautiful third aunt sitting on it, smiling softly at him. Brother Sheng also liked this aunt, and he laughed: "San aunt, sister full moon!" The little guy didn't know what a full moon was, but only knew that it was a good day for his sister.
Song Jianing smiled and said, "Yes, in a few months, my sister will be sitting."
While talking, Shuang'er carried Brother Sheng to the couch. As soon as his shoes were taken off, Brother Sheng crawled inside to see his sister. Seeing his sister's eyes closed, Brother Sheng looked at his aunt in surprise: "My sister is asleep."
Song Jianing nodded and coaxed softly, "Well, let's not talk loudly, and don't wake up my sister."
Brother Sheng nodded sensible.
Song Jianing glanced at his nephew for a while, then looked at the door. It didn't take long for Feng Zheng to step in first, followed by the King of Chu holding a swaddle, and his own King Shou followed at the end. The king of Chu was burly and bold, and he was still the same as he remembered, but Song Jianing keenly found that Feng Zheng seemed to have lost weight. Although his face was smiling, it was different from his usual gentle and cheerful appearance.
"Big brother, big sister-in-law." Song Jianing called out first, suppressing his doubts.
In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, she had just given birth, and it was not suitable for her to walk on the ground, so she did not go to the ground to entertain her, but today she was all her own relatives, so she didn't need to be so particular about it. The King of Chu was not careful, Feng Zheng smiled and got on the warm couch, leaned over to Song Jianing, looked at his little niece who was sleeping, Feng Zheng jokingly said: "Zhao Zhao is getting more beautiful as she grows, no wonder her uncle is always thinking about her. I still want to take it away secretly."
This is a joke, Song Jianing didn't take it seriously, but Brother Sheng looked at his father with a small mouth, and looked in favor of his father stealing his sister.
The son was stupid. The King of Chu glanced at the younger brother next to him and teased his son: "Ask your third uncle, let's exchange the younger brother with him, he can't."
Brother Sheng likes his younger brother, but he likes his younger sister more, so he was so excited to go to discuss it with his third uncle.
Zhao Heng touched his nephew's head and said, "The third aunt won't change."
When Brother Sheng heard this, he turned to his aunt in disappointment.
The prince used her as an excuse, but Song Jianing had to pick it up and coaxed Brother Sheng with a full smile: "My sister is still young and can't go out, if Brother Sheng likes her, you can live with us in the future, so that you can see her every day. "
Zhao Heng listened, glanced at his brother, and was very satisfied with his little princess' reply.
The King of Chu knew that his little brother was looking at him, and stared at his son nervously, fearing that the stinky boy would really agree, just as his brother wanted.
Brother Sheng looked at his beautiful aunt and younger sister, and then at his mother and his younger brother, who he didn't like very much, and finally shook his head, shyly ran to his mother's side, and opened his two small arms to hug her. . The eldest son's unintentional act made Feng Zheng's eyes red. Fearing that others would see it, she turned her head in time and pretended to tease her son: "Don't you like your sister?"
Brother Sheng looked at his mother and smiled.
He likes his sister, but he likes his mother more.