The water in the tub was surging, and at first the water was high, and it flew out like a wave and hit the ground, making a popping sound. Later, the water became less and less, and no matter how big the waves were, it couldn’t be turned over. Dangling in the tub, but the crackling continued. Song Jianing clenched the side of the bucket tightly with her small hand, but he suddenly pulled him hard, her back slammed into his chest, and she was so shocked that she was about to bounce.
Song Jianing woo woo woo...
Fortunately, this was the last madness of the prince, otherwise Song Jianing's neck would have been twisted and broken.
Zhao Heng leaned against the wall of the barrel and turned her around and hugged her face to face. Song Jianing's body was still limp, panting against his shoulder. Zhao Heng lowered his eyes and saw her white and tender shoulders, with several hickeys and tooth marks scattered on it, Zhao Heng rubbed it, the delicate and warm touch felt like half a year.
After three games in a row, both of them were a little lazy. Song Jianing opened his eyes and saw his fair collarbone. Further up, his neck was divided into two colors from the middle. The bottom was almost as white as hers, and the top was slightly tanned. Imagining his prince running around under the scorching sun, Song Jianing raised his hand and gently touched his chin and neck.
Zhao Heng felt itchy and grabbed her hand.
Song Jianing couldn't move his palm, and his fingertips continued to rub against him. The princess was naughty, Zhao Heng lowered his head, looked into her eyes and said, "Itchy."
Song Jianing pursed his lips and looked at him protestingly with his almond eyes. She had an itchy neck just now. I begged him not to kiss her. He didn't hold her head and kiss her, just kissing her neck... She only touched her twice now, so why would she just say "itch"? Obediently stop touching? Knowing that it was best for him to speak now, Song Jianing continued to scratch his chin.
She is rarely bold, Zhao Heng looked at her stubborn little eyes, smiled and let go.
Song Jianing smiled contentedly, touched enough, and said distressedly, "My lord has tanned."
Zhao Heng didn't pay attention to this. He misunderstood that she touched his neck because she minded. Zhao Heng asked in a low voice, "How?" Did he not like him being black
"It's more heroic." Song Jianing looked at his eyes and whispered. The prince with a crown of jade is like a fairy, and the prince with a tanned face, especially when he takes off his robe to reveal his firm and tight chest, has the style of a Confucian general. He is no longer a scholar who can only write and paint, but can fight the enemy. 's generals.
Her eyes were full of infatuation, and Zhao Heng took advantage of it and held her hand again: "Like this?" If she likes a dark face, he can tan even more.
"I like them all." Song Jianing put his arms around his neck and told the truth.
Those bright almond eyes were in front of him, and they looked at him frankly and enthusiastically. Zhao Heng hugged her waist and kissed her eyes suddenly.
The couple reunited after a long absence, and the couple embraced and enjoyed the quiet warmth, but just as Zhao Heng rubbed her forehead and was about to kiss her again, the sound of her daughter's crying suddenly came from the yard. The desire that had been suppressed for half a year was relieved, and the princess who had been thinking about it day and night was also in pain. Zhao Heng finally remembered his daughter who still refused to recognize him. tidy.
Song Jianing's hair was loose and soaked, and taking care of it took a lot of time. Zhao Heng was a hard worker, but the crown on his head was still neat and tidy, so he could just wipe his body and put on his clothes. Fastening his belt, seeing her hiding behind the screen and wiping her hair, and listening to her daughter's aggrieved cry outside, Zhao Heng whispered, "I'll go first."
Song Jianing hummed, and when she saw him turn to leave through the screen, she reminded with a guilty conscience, "Don't, don't let people see it."
Zhao Heng froze for a moment, and wanted to agree, but if the two of them took a bath for almost an hour, why would those servants still need to watch
Zhao Heng doesn't need to cover up, he is the master of this palace, he doesn't need to worry about anyone.
There was no response, Zhao Heng went out as usual.
The wet nurse has already carried the little princess into the main room. After all, Eunuch Fu did not dare to neglect the little princess. Hearing the footsteps, the wet nurse and Zhaozhao looked towards the west at the same time, Zhaozhao had tears in his eyes, glanced at his father and continued to look inside, just looking for his mother. The nurse didn't dare to look directly at the prince, and before she lowered her eyes, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the water on the ground in Xiji, which was covered by the curtain in an instant. The nurse didn't have time to think about it, she hugged the little county master and bowed her knees and explained, "My lord, the county master usually accompanies the princess to eat together, but just now the county master woke up and wanted the princess, slaves, slaves, incompetent..."
The wet nurse knew that the prince and princess were busy getting close, and she really tried her best to coax the little princess, but the little princess was beautiful and cute, but her temper was not ordinary. She had to give whatever she wanted, or she would cry. In fact, this is what the princess is used to, but the nurse also understands the princess. The prince is not at home, and the princess has a daughter by her side. All her thoughts are on her, and of course she wants to do everything she can to make her happy.
When the nurse was talking, Zhaozhao was still crying, tears the size of beans hanging on her chubby face.
That little appearance was so pitiful, as if her mother didn't want her anymore, Zhao Heng was so soft-hearted that he walked up to the nurse and reached out to pick up his daughter. Zhaozhao couldn't see her mother, so she was sad and anxious. The stranger still wanted to rob her. The little girl was so angry that she slumped back on her nurse's shoulder and burst into tears.
Song Jianing heard it inside, and was so anxious that she couldn't go out to meet people because her clothes were soaked in water.
"Zhaozhao don't cry, the father will take you to find your mother." Zhao Heng held his daughter's small shoulder. Because he was eager to coax her, he spoke faster than usual and didn't stutter much, but Shou Wang, who was dedicated to coaxing his daughter, did not I noticed that the wet nurse who rarely had the opportunity to listen to the prince's words didn't notice it, only Eunuch Fu, who was not far away, looked at the master in shock, but didn't respond for a while.
Zhaozhao didn't believe in her father, but fortunately, her nurse followed her to coax her. After listening to her advice, Zhaozhao glanced at Xiji, and then reluctantly opened her two small arms towards her father. Zhao Heng caught his daughter, walked towards Xijijian without delay, and entered the house in a blink of an eye. Zhaozhao opened her big watery eyes, and when she saw her mother beside the screen, the little girl laughed all of a sudden. If Zhao Heng hadn't held it steady, Zhaozhao would have rushed out.
Song Jianing took a few quick steps and took her daughter into his arms.
"Go to the East Room." Zhao Heng said, looking at her half-wet skirt.
Song Jianing was embarrassed, Zhao Heng knew that she was thin-skinned, and gently pushed her shoulder. Song Jianing had to bite the bullet and follow him. When he got to his bedroom, Song Jianing took off his shirt and skirt, and only wore a cool coat and got into his stepping bed, and then took his daughter into his arms. Song Jianing had already returned to the milk, and Zhaozhao had just had a meal from the nursing mother, so she could just lean on her mother's arms, and she was not hungry.
Zhao Heng was hungry, so he put down the gauze to block the two of them, and then ordered Eunuch Fu to set the meal.
As early as when the prince and princess were "bathing", the kitchen was ready, and the little eunuchs brought them to the bedroom. When they went out, Zhao Heng personally brought the low table to the bed. The heavy pineapple wood table was finally called King Shou. Showing strength in front of his princess. Song Jianing hugged her daughter, pointed at the prince who was working, and smiled: "Look at Zhaozhao, how energetic the father is!"
It was the first time that Zhaozhao saw a man who could move a table. Children were curious about new things, so they leaned on their mother's soft arms and stared at their father. Anyway, as long as her mother was by her side, Zhaozhao was not afraid of anything. .
Zhao Heng was not accustomed to the praises of his own princess full of local flavor, but these words could actually coax his daughter to look at him, Zhao Heng endured it, sat beside the bed, and tried to touch his daughter's little fat hand. Zhaozhao swiftly avoided, still on guard, Zhao Heng was helpless and said to Song Jianing, "Let's eat first."
Song Jianing nodded, and sat on the north side with his daughter in his arms, while Zhao Heng sat on the east side.
There was a bowl of battered noodles and a bowl of egg custard on the dining table, all of which were supplementary food for Zhaozhao. Song Jianing ate a bite by himself, and then continued to feed his daughter. Zhaozhao sat firmly on her mother's lap, her two little fat hands supported the table, and she opened her mouth obediently to wait for the feeding, her eyes kept staring at the father who was diagonally opposite.
Zhao Heng tried again: "Mother is tired, father hugs."
Zhaozhao looked at him and spoke, but didn't respond.
Song Jianing was secretly worried for the prince. He had to show his face to coax children to like them. He had to beg the children, especially when the children knew something. , and the prince can't speak well, can't coax continuously, and it's even harder for his daughter to see him.
Seeing that the prince was no longer in the mood to eat, Song Jianing put down the porcelain spoon, thought for a while, and said to her husband with a blushing face: "Prince, you, give me a mouthful, Zhaozhao sees that I am willing to eat what you feed, after a while you feed her, she will Willing to eat." The daughter trusts her the most, whoever she likes will be liked by her daughter.
Zhao Heng listened, glanced at the table, and then looked at her shy look, he deliberately gave her a roasted pig's trotter.
"My lord..." Song Jianing pouted and coquettishly, the pig's trotter was almost bigger than half of her face, how could she have eaten it in one bite
Zhao Heng looked at her and smiled.
Song Jianing couldn't help laughing, and smiled, with a sweet smile.
Zhaozhao raised his head, seeing his mother smiling so nicely, and when he looked at the man diagonally opposite, the defense in Zhaozhao's eyes gradually disappeared.
Zhao Heng took another piece of egg from the plate of scrambled eggs with water bamboo and handed it to Song Jianing's mouth.
Song Jianing smiled and opened his mouth to eat.
After feeding the big ones, Zhao Heng replaced them with a spoon, scooped up a small half spoon of rotten noodles, and handed them to his daughter. Then he followed her example and coaxed softly, "Zhaozhao open your mouth."
Zhaozhao hesitated.
"Father's feeding, Zhaozhao eat quickly." Song Jianing helped her husband softly.
Zhao Zhao looked at his mother, and then slowly opened his small mouth.
His daughter finally accepted him. Zhao Heng struck while the iron was hot and fed several mouthfuls in a row. He tried to hold his daughter to his side. Zhao Zhao earned a lot of money, but he still gave his father a face. Putting his daughter on his lap, Zhao Heng looked at his daughter's head soaring to the sky, Zhao Heng's eyes softened rarely, and he lowered his head and kissed his daughter's little one.
Zhaozhao raised his head high, not knowing why his father wanted to eat her hair.
"Zhao Zhao is so beautiful." Zhao Heng exclaimed from the bottom of his heart to his daughter's big, clear and moist eyes.
Zhaozhao likes others to praise her for being beautiful the most, with a small mouth and a beautiful smile.
His daughter was laughed at by him, Zhao Heng was quite proud, and turned to look at his princess, only to see Song Jianing staring at him blankly with a look of astonishment.
Zhao Heng frowned, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable, just focusing on coaxing his daughter, did he neglect the majesty that the prince should have
"Your Highness, what did you just say?" Fearing that he heard it wrong, Song Jianing nervously wanted to confirm it again.