National Beauty

Chapter 151

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Song Jianing misses her prince, and Zhao Heng misses her too.

Zhao Heng misses his baby daughter, Zhao Zhao...

What Zhaozhao is most familiar with is her mother and the wet nurse, either can be hugged, but now suddenly being snatched from the wet nurse's arms by a strange man, Zhaozhao quit all of a sudden, and turned around to look for her mother. When Zhao Heng left the capital, his daughter was only three months old, and she had no strength. Now the little girl is nine months old, and her little hand pushed her father's chest out, and Zhao Heng had no preparation and almost let him go. The little girl fell out and hurriedly hugged her tightly. Suddenly, a layer of sweat broke out on her body, and she was frightened.

His sudden grasp of his daughter was too obvious, and his footsteps stopped. Song Jianing glanced at the prince's rare frightened face, and the indifferent prince instantly turned into a husband who was once intimate, and the strangeness disappeared. The pressure was relieved, Song Jianing stood beside him, held his daughter's chubby hand with one hand, and taught with a smile, "This is the father, doesn't Zhaozhao miss the father, give the father a hug."

Zhao Heng's eyes changed slightly, but his daughter still remembered him and missed him

Of course Song Jianing was lying, Zhaozhao immediately dismantled her mother without mercy, without even looking at the so-called father-king that her mother was pointing at, stretched out her little hand and asked her to hug her, like a fat little lamb. , to break free from the embrace of the big bad wolf father. Song Jianing was embarrassed. Dear daughter, the lord must have thought badly.

Zhao Heng missed his little princess very much, but his daughter was so unhappy to hug him, she was about to cry. Zhao Heng didn't want her daughter to be wronged, so he glanced at Song Jianing and motioned her to take it. Song Jianing smiled helplessly, took her daughter, and explained to her in a low voice, "Zhaozhao just saw you and was a little recognizable. After a while, he likes her father to hug her."

Zhao Heng looked at his mother's shoulder with his head shrunk, stared vigilantly at his daughter, and smiled lightly.

The couple of the King of Chu had all walked away. The three of them walked slowly. Zhaozhao weighed 20 pounds. Song Jianing's little arms started to get sore after only a few steps. The tired cheeks were turning red, and the tip of his forehead and nose were protruding. Fine sweat, in the early July season, the sun is still dazzling during the day. Hearing that her breathing was not right, Zhao Heng tilted his head, and when he saw her delicate and charming appearance, he couldn't help but stop, and said to his daughter, who kept staring at him even though he didn't give him a hug, "Father and king hug."

Song Jianing looked down at her daughter.

Zhaozhao twisted his head, refused with action, and raised his little hand to hug his mother, the white and fat hand just covered the top of her mother's clothes. Zhao Heng stared at that place, the heat from the top of his head rushed down his throat, and Song Jianing felt that his arms were even weaker.

She couldn't hold it anymore, Song Jianing turned sideways and motioned for the wet nurse to come over with her eyes, while softly coaxing her daughter, "Mother can't hold her anymore."

Zhao Zhao looked at her mother's blushing face, and obediently reached out to the nurse.

The nurse smiled to pick up the little princess, and just hugged her firmly when she suddenly felt a cold gaze fell on her face. The nurse looked suspiciously, only to see the tall back of Lord Shou, except the princess who was still looking at her, there was no one else. .

The nursing mother was used to holding the child, her arms were strong, and she walked all the way to the outside of the palace before finally showing her exhaustion. Song Jianing got into the carriage first, then crouched in the car to receive her daughter. Zhaozhao stared defensively at the man who seemed to be robbing her. When her little hand touched her mother, she hurriedly slid over. Song Jianing swayed, and then a big hand was placed on her shoulder. Hold her firmly.

Song Jianing raised his eyes, and was smashing into the deep and serene eyes of his own prince, looking at her calmly like water.

The quieter and more indifferent now, compared to the silent enthusiasm of the prince at night, that Jing also became hot, burning in her heart, Song Jianing didn't dare to look at it any more, she went in with her daughter in her arms, turned around and just sat on her buttocks. As soon as the light dimmed in front of the couch, a tall man also came in. The girls were sitting in a wide and smooth carriage, which suddenly seemed cramped and crowded.

Song Jianing moved to the side, feeling the gaze of the lord, if not for her daughter, she wouldn't know where to put her hands.

"Hot?" Zhao Heng suddenly raised his hand and pressed the pulp of his finger against her flushed face. He felt sweaty and hot, but Song Jianing felt that his fingers were cool and comfortable. But before she could answer, the man's entire palm was attached to her, his four fingers held her face, and his thumb moved little by little along her lips, clearly teasing.

There was a bang in Song Jianing's mind, and the fire broke out everywhere. He couldn't help but raised his head and closed his eyes.

The hand came to her neck, and the cool fingertips naturally poked into her neckline. Song Jianing imagined that the prince's slender and fair fingers were pressing against her chest, and his body softened, leaning against the wall of the car weakly. She was as charming as a newly opened peony, Zhao Heng's throat rolled, and he had already touched the edge of the cream, and suddenly he felt a heavy weight on his wrist.

Zhao Heng regained his senses, and was startled to realize that he was actually in front of her at some point, only a few inches away from her rosy cheeks, his eyes moved down, and his daughter was pulling his hand with wide eyes, not letting him touch her mother. Dear. His daughter's clear and angry eyes were like a plate of cold water pouring on his head dazzled by desire. Zhao Heng immediately retracted his hand, sat upright again, and turned his head to look out the window.

After driving away the "bad man", Zhaozhao hugged her mother's neck with both hands, like a sticky little gourd, and hung it firmly on her breast. Song Jianing supported her daughter, her face was still blushing and her heart was beating wildly, she secretly glanced at the man, seeing that he was doing such a thing to her a moment ago, and now he has become a serious fairy again, Song Jianing wanted to laugh inexplicably. Laughing and laughing, Song Jianing rubbed the top of her daughter's head, turning her head to the other side. Rushui's eyes showed obvious regret, like a boudoir resentment.

In fact, she quite liked that the prince just now, the more difficult he was to control himself, the more it showed that he missed her.

The carriage moved forward, and the inside of the carriage was quiet. Song Jianing unconsciously patted her daughter. When the carriage stopped in front of the palace gate, Zhao Zhao actually fell asleep, but after playing in the palace for so long, she should have been sleepy. Zhao Heng got off the carriage first, and then hugged his little princess again as he wished.

It was almost noon, and the sun was getting brighter. Song Jianing followed him, and soon noticed that the prince's back was wet. Thinking of him rushing back in a hurry, and seeing the obvious difference between his face and the skin color under his collar, Song Jianing was so distressed that she went to the front yard to go to the room, and she went up to pick up her daughter: "My lord, go take a bath, I will hug you. Zhaozhao goes back to the room."

Unexpectedly, the man would not let go.

Song Jianing looked up in confusion.

Eunuch Fu and the wet nurse were just a few steps away. Zhao Heng glanced at the two of them, then looked at the silly princess, and commanded inaudibly, "Serve me."

She was ignorant, and his eyes were a little cold, but the coldness, the fire that had been suppressed for half a year, burned until Song Jianing's ears were hot, dazzled, and almost couldn't stand. No wonder Song Jianing couldn't think of it, it's really been a long time since the marriage, except that the prince took the initiative to take her to take a bath after the night, the prince usually went to see her after tidying up in the front yard, Song Jianing had no chance to serve him during the day.

Why did the prince ask her to serve him today

Song Jianing knew that because of this, she was completely weak.

Zhao Heng glanced at her, turned around and walked to the door, handed the sleeping daughter to the nurse, and then coldly instructed Eunuch Fu, "Prepare water."

Eunuch Fu also just came back from the outside and followed the car all the way. It was hotter than the master, but he couldn't take a rest, so he went to arrange it immediately. In a blink of an eye, there were only the couple left in the hall, Zhao Heng turned back to her, grabbed her wrist and walked towards the east. His hands were also hot, like a fire surrounding her, about to burn her sleeves.

Song Jianing was so nervous that she was so nervous that she only looked at him, only thinking about what was going to happen next, and she forgot her feet. The man stepped on the threshold, but the toe of her embroidered shoes hit the threshold. Jumped forward. Zhao Heng didn't feel right to turn around, but she just threw her arms and fell into his arms.

One is dry wood, and the other is fire. When there are people, you need to maintain a decent appearance. Now that there is no one, the fire and the wood suddenly turn into a huge fire. Zhao Heng grabbed her slender waist with both hands, and lifted the person to the couch with a little force. Song Jianing was dizzy and fell there, instinctively remembering it, and then he propped up his upper body, and he came over panting heavily.

"king… "

Song Jianing wanted to call him, but he stopped halfway through the call, and even his tongue was caught by him.

He was so eager, Song Jianing didn't care about it, put his hands around his neck and kissed him frantically, not even realizing that the man stopped in shock. The husband and wife were separated for half a year. He was busy patrolling the Yellow River and only thought about errands, but Song Jianing was worried, worried that he would be swept away by the flood, worried about major events in the palace, worried that he was anxious for the King of Chu...

When he is not in the capital, she seems to have lost her backbone, and she will be afraid of any trouble, panic and fear, how could he have thought of it

Zhao Heng could not have imagined that maybe people would worry about her being afraid when they were outside, but now, Zhao Heng just felt that the little princess who had been absent for half a year really went crazy for him. But what man would not like such madness? This meal, Zhao Heng had no intention of pity. He lifted her skirt and felt her panties as if they had crossed the water. Knowing that she was ready, Zhao Heng held her down and ripped open the belt with both hands. I didn't take it off, I stood up fiercely...

Song Jianing didn't come up in one breath and almost died.

When Zhao Heng saw it, he was so frightened that he stopped in a hurry, only the things of the fairy family were still about to move.

"An An." Zhao Heng patted her face lightly. He was really scared. He had never seen her like this on the night of the wedding... Weak.

Song Jianing's eyes rolled, and he slowly came over. Looking at the worried look in the prince's eyes, Song Jianing said with a feeling of happiness and resentment for the rest of his life after the catastrophe: "You, you are so anxious, do you want my life?" No, he didn't think about what kind of capital he was, and he didn't pity her at all.

Song Jianing looked at him aggrievedly, as if his body was fixed by a stake, and he didn't dare to move anywhere.

Just as Zhao Heng was about to speak, a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead and slid down his face, itching painfully.

Seeing his frown, Song Jianing thoughtfully helped him wipe the sweat off his chin. With such a simple action, her red lips parted slightly and she took several breaths. Knowing that she really couldn't stand it, Zhao Heng controlled the bottom for the time being, his eyes fell on the hem of her stack of clothes and skirts, he supported the couch with one hand, and helped her undress first.

Song Jianing turned his head blushing and closed his eyes.

The two of them didn't speak, only breathing heavier and heavier. The little eunuchs in the yard carried the tubs and hot water in, then turned in a different direction and sent them to the west room. conveyed clearly. Song Jianing's eyes were closed, and her soul seemed to float out gently. She turned into a maid, pushed the door and entered, then looked at the couch, and saw the normally arrogant and arrogant prince kneeling there, with a white greasy under his body. people…

Just thinking about it, Song Jianing couldn't take it anymore. He covered his face with one hand and grabbed the skirt he had thrown away with the other, trying to cover himself.

Zhao Heng stared at her hand, and seeing that she was actually strong and shy, Zhao Heng suddenly leaned down in sweat.

Song Jianing grabbed the dress's hand, and immediately changed to cover her mouth. Xingyan looked at him in surprise and pleading, blushing and shaking her head, begging him to wait a little longer until Eunuch Fu led the little eunuchs down. But Zhao Heng has been waiting for half a year. After waiting for her for a long time, listening to the sound of water in the west, Zhao Heng pulled her hand down, then blocked her red mouth, and clenched her legs to rampage.

Song Jianing made a whimper, and his body swayed like white tofu until he swayed from the front of the couch to the inside of the couch. His head hit the windowsill and there was nowhere to go, so he was picked up by him. The window is a glazed window, so you can see clearly in the daytime. Song Jianing has no courage, hugging his shoulders and trying to lie down again. Zhao Heng suddenly let out a low roar, and he hooped into her waist and rose to a fairy.

He leaned back, and Song Jianing lay down with him, his sweaty face pressed against his high and undulating chest, and his hair was messy.

Zhao Heng pinched her fat buttocks like punishment, gently pinching, not willing to exert himself, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't hide any more." It could have been longer, but it was all her fault for writhing and struggling. She was like this, her daughter hid. He might be trying to learn from his mother. Thinking of this, Zhao Heng put a little more strength on his hand.

"My lord..." Song Jianing was in pain, and instinctively moved forward, but as soon as he moved, the lord's things were returned to him.

Song Jianing's body froze, Zhao Heng didn't seem to feel it, he hugged her with both hands, pushed her nose away from her messy hair, and kissed her cheek. I was thinking about that before, but now I am thinking of someone. Kissing and kissing, he thought her hair was too much of a hindrance, Zhao Heng hugged her and turned over, brushing off a few strands of hair stuck to her face. Song Jianing was lying on her back, watching him focus on fiddling with her hair, Song Jianing seemed to have something in his heart, and blurted out: "My lord, I miss you so much."

Zhao Heng looked at her and smiled: "I know." So he finished his errands ahead of schedule and came back in time for the Qixi Festival.

Song Jianing pursed her lips, this was not what she wanted to hear.

The light in those Xingxing eyes dimmed, and he seemed to have regrets. Zhao Heng was surprised and asked in a low voice, "Is something wrong?"

Song Jianing glanced at him, then lowered her eyes, unable to hide her resentment: "My lord, do you miss me?" She wanted to hear his sweet words.

It turned out that the little princess was unhappy because of this, Zhao Heng laughed and clicked her slightly pouting mouth, Zhao Heng leaned over, his lips seemed to touch her earlobe, and said quietly: "I leave Beijing, I think about it every night. ."

The low love words came from the mouth of her taciturn prince. The corners of Song Jianing's lips rose, but the sweetness was just beginning to rise, and the surprise came again.

Song Jianing's eyes widened in disbelief.

His playful laughter came from his ears: "Are you happy?"

She thought, he would give it until she was satisfied.