After the banquet was over, Song Jianing rested for half an hour, and then went to take a bath.
During this month of confinement, Song Jianing had wiped her body, but she had never washed her hair. Song Jianing could smell a little of it herself. It was really hard for the prince to endure sleeping in the same bed with her. In the cold winter, Song Jianing deliberately chose to take a shower in the second half of the day, so as not to have to dry his hair after washing at night, which would delay his work.
"After the princess gave birth to the little princess, her body seems to be more tender, just like the little princess." Shuang'er said while waiting for the master to take a bath, watching the master's tender and tender ice skin and snow skin that could be rubbed red with a little effort, Both envious and emotional.
Song Jianing lowered her head and looked at her, but in her mind the eyes of the prince staring at her appeared, like admiring calligraphy and painting, even if she was embarrassed and shy to call her seriously, and then she became complacent because of her seriousness, thinking that she was really good-looking, otherwise, how could the prince see her? So seriously
Liu'er helped her wash her hair at the back, and Jiu'er added hot water to the tub at any time. Two large tubs were prepared in the house, and this place was thoroughly washed. Song Jianing hurriedly moved to the floating floor with a blanket on. In the other tub of dried roses, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the long-lost relaxation, the skin of my whole body seemed to be screaming comfortably.
After soaking for a quarter of an hour, Song Jianing stepped out reluctantly. Shuang'er and Liu'er immediately wrapped her with thick towels and wiped them gently. Song Jianing was kneaded and pinched by the two maids like a child, and Jiu'er was hugging her clothes and laughing. Song Jianing blushed, but she didn't feel cold at all.
Put on a warm middle coat, and put on a concubine red jacket outside. When the hair is almost dry, it is dark outside. On the way to the inner room, imagining the look in the eyes of the lord looking at her for a while, Song Jianing was in a trance and returned to the day she just got married. Just the thought of being alone with the lord made her nervous.
However, when she turned around the screen with a blushing face, she saw King Shou holding her daughter sitting on the head of the bed, holding her daughter's small hand in his big hand. like. Song Jianing was a little disappointed, but then she thought about it, she had just taken a bath, so she couldn't help but think about it. It's normal that the prince is coaxing his daughter here.
Relieved, Song Jianing sat down beside her man, lowered her head, and saw her daughter grinning slightly, as if smiling.
"Zhaozhao, have you missed your mother yet?" Song Jianing gently held her daughter's sock-wearing feet and said softly.
Zhaozhao blinked and looked towards his mother.
The daughter recognized her voice, Song Jianing laughed, and Zhao Heng obeyed her daughter's wishes and handed her over to the princess. Song Jianing hugged her little daughter and forgot about the charm. She squeezed the gold inlaid jade longevity lock on her daughter's chest and shook it. She raised her head and said to her husband, "This is from my mother, Zhaozhao likes it the most."
Her almond eyes were bright, like pearls moistened in water. Zhao Heng smiled and asked, "Why do you see it?" The daughter couldn't speak.
Song Jianing showed off the blood jade bracelet on his wrist, put his daughter on the bed, picked up the longevity lock on her chest, and held both of them in front of her daughter. Zhaozhao turned around her almond-like eyes, and soon only stared at the longevity lock on her left hand. Those small eyes were just like when her mother stood under the persimmon tree and stared at the largest persimmon on the top of the tree. .
Song Jianing wanted to tease her daughter, Zhao Heng looked at his gentle and beautiful wife, but remembered what happened a few years ago.
His princess may have something to hide from him, but Zhao Heng never doubted her character. He believed that what he saw was the real her. When she was naive, she was like a child. Protecting her behind her, when she is charming, one can't wait to be buried with her forever...
"Place the meal." Zhao Heng whispered as his eyes swept across her slender neck.
Song Jianing didn't eat much in the afternoon, and was really hungry, so he ordered the maids with a smile.
After the meal, the wet nurse wanted to carry her daughter to the ear room, and heavy snow fell outside the window. Song Jianing was worried that the wet nurse would walk unsteadily and put on a cloak to follow. Zhao Heng went with her. Seeing that she was always staring at the nurse on the way, Zhao Heng looked at the swaddle in the nurse's arms, and suddenly raised his head to look in the direction of the palace.
What Guo Xiao wants to do, whether he is secretly coveting her, or preparing to take action, it doesn't really matter, what matters is whether he, the king of longevity, has the ability to protect his concubine and the little princess he just born. In the past, Zhao Heng didn't want to fight, he just wanted to be a leisurely prince. That day, the princess gave birth to a child in the backyard. Zhao Heng sat alone in the study. At first, he was angry with Guo Xiao's provocation and her deception. His mood was like waves, until he thought about it. Understanding the reason, Zhao Hengcai once again felt calm, and immediately went to the backyard to see his princess.
In the past, he was alone, and the only thing he needed to worry about was his elder brother. Now he is her husband and the father of her daughter. When outsiders come to provoke him, he solves it outside. worry.
"It's getting late, the prince and the princess go back quickly." The wet nurse respectfully advised him when he arrived at the door of the ear room.
Song Jianing glanced at her tightly wrapped daughter, nodded, and watched as the wet nurse stepped into the door steadily, and then went back. After walking a few steps, a sturdy arm suddenly appeared on his waist, and his legs suddenly swung into the air. Song Jianing looked up in shock, looking up at the red lantern under the porch, and saw the handsome face of his own prince.
"My lord." Song Jianing whispered.
Zhao Heng glanced at her and continued to stride forward.
Song Jianing hugged the stove and leaned into his arms delicately, as if it didn't take long for the person to be carried into the bunk bed in the inner room. Song Jianing opened her eyes and put the heater in her hand on the cupboard in time. Almost as soon as the heater went out of her hands, the man suddenly became short and couldn't wait to put her on the bed.
Song Jianing's heart was pounding, and her almond eyes stared at him in confusion. When he came to take off her clothes, Song Jianing couldn't help but grabbed his belt and pulled it. For ten months, for ten months, Song Jianing has not felt the enthusiasm of the prince. She longed for him to change from a high-level fairy to an ordinary strong man, to be possessed by him again and again, and for this taciturn prince. , to express his love for her in another way.
Her initiative stimulated Zhao Heng even more. Before the two of them were wearing their clothes, he hugged her legs and rushed in impatiently.
"Your Highness, wait..." It's been a long time since Song Jianing couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed his shoulder with his small hand and begged him with a breath.
Zhao Heng lowered his head and looked at her misty almond eyes, at her flushed cheeks, at her moist red lips. Looking at it, Zhao Heng bent over suddenly and blocked her mouth. Song Jianing instinctively hugged his neck, entangled with him indifferently, and kissed him.
But Song Jianing liked it very much. She liked it and immediately relaxed after a short period of discomfort. No matter how he made waves, she would firmly wrap his neck around him, crying or begging. Also her prince. In two lifetimes, only with this man can Song Jianing realize what true happiness is.
He put her in his heart, he gave her a name, and more importantly, he gave her a beautiful and lovely daughter.
Song Jianing doesn't care about such a prince, whether he is an emperor or not.