What did he say
Looking at the strange-looking princess, Zhao Heng tried to recall, just now his daughter looked up at him with her head up, with a small white face and big watery eyes, he praised her daughter for her beauty, but didn't say anything special.
Zhao Heng looked puzzled.
Song Jianing reminded him excitedly, "Your Highness praises Zhaozhao for being good-looking."
Zhao Heng nodded, exaggerating.
Song Jianing couldn't help worrying, and urged: "Your Highness, praise again."
Zhao Heng was puzzled, but staring at his daughter, Zhao Heng smiled, touched her head and said, "Zhao Zhao looks good."
Zhaozhao grinned, ate a few mouthfuls of his father's meal, and was praised a few times by his father, and the little girl had accepted the father again.
"No, what the lord just said is that Zhaozhao is really good-looking." Song Jianing corrected her brightly.
Zhao Heng didn't think much about it. Since she insisted, he smiled and said to his daughter, "Zhao Zhaozhen..."
Halfway through speaking, Zhao Heng suddenly paused and finally understood what the princess meant. Zhao Zhao is really good-looking, five words, he actually said five words fluently just now, and even now, Zhao Heng has a feeling that the remaining two "beautiful", he can also say it smoothly. His daughter was still looking at him, and in the apricot eyes of her daughter who looked exactly like her, Zhao Heng saw his own shadow, and he seemed to see him ten years ago.
Finding that he couldn't please his father no matter what, Zhao Heng was silent for a long time, not saying a word. Looking back now, he was angry with himself, and he was angry with his father and the entire palace. What he thought was that if he didn't speak, no one would laugh at him. But he wasn't dumb after all. He didn't speak when it was time for him to speak. On the contrary, he was more eye-catching. Those people thought he couldn't even say the simplest words and continued to express sympathy to him.
Zhao Heng does not need sympathy.
He asked Eunuch Fu to stay in the courtyard, and he stayed in the room to practice speaking. From two words to three words to four words, Zhao Heng could not remember how many four-character poems and articles he had recited. Now that he was able to speak the four characters fluently, Zhao Heng continued to practice the five characters, but no matter how many times he practiced, one of the characters in the middle would definitely be knotted.
Now, he...
"Your Highness, Your Highness also praises me." The man's expression was complicated, Song Jianing didn't know what he thought, but just looking at his lowered eyes, Song Jianing felt inexplicably distressed, and felt that the Lord might remember something unhappy. Song Jianing was stupid and didn't know how to comfort the prince, so he had to move over and hug him, softly acting like a spoiled child. His appearance is cold, but he is a considerate person. Every time she acts like a spoiled child, the prince will give it.
The little princess leaned over softly, with her head on his back, and her arms around his waist. Zhao Heng tilted his head, only to see her legs stretched out diagonally, light pink trousers, and a pair of white and clean trousers. lotus feet. Zhao Heng remembered that when he was in the tub, he was holding her, and she pressed her foot against the rim of the tub, her instep straightened...
She wants him to praise her, and she wants to listen to five words of praise.
She is a small bird, but Zhao Heng's mind is her seductive appearance, and the verse that I have read somewhere naturally pops up: "There is a banshee and beautiful..."
In daily small talk, the speed of speech will be fast, and the speed of speech will be slowed down spontaneously when reciting poems. Song Jianing blushed when he heard the prince recite the word "demon" in a low and clear voice, and couldn't help secretly thinking about where he was a demon. When he heard the word "li", his shame turned into sweetness. He wanted to hear what was going on below, but Zhao Heng remembered the source of the poem, "The Concubine's Bad Life".
The meaning of the poem title was not good, so Zhao Heng stopped in time.
To avoid her entanglement, Zhao Heng patted her little hand and said sternly, "Let's eat." Listen to some poetry.
Song Jianing's cheeks were hot, and he took the initiative to ask for praise, which was quite cheeky. Letting go of the man, Song Jianing returned to his original position and sat down. He picked up the bowl and quietly ate a few mouthfuls of rice before sneaking a glance at him. Zhao Heng was feeding his daughter and noticed her peeping. Zhao Heng's eyes moved slightly, but he did not look up at her.
Song Jianing was also thinking about something on his mind. The prince said five words, and he can read five-character poems. Does this mean that the prince's stuttering is over? Or is it just a little bit better? As long as the lord tries, this question can be answered immediately, but the lord is so indifferent, he doesn't seem to be in a hurry to try.
After lunch, Shuang'er also brought Song Jianing's change of clothes over. Song Jianing went behind the screen to change, Zhao Heng sat on the bed with his daughter in his arms, and lowered his head to tease her. Probably because of the nature of father and daughter, Zhaozhao quickly fell in love with his father, Zhao Heng just tickled the little girl's nose, Zhaozhao giggled and was very happy.
Song Jianing served the prince three times in a short period of time, and was very sleepy at the moment. Seeing that the father and daughter were having a good time, Song Jianing stood in front of the screen. When the prince looked over, Song Jianing quietly pointed to the door, meaning that she would go back to the backyard first. Song Jianing misses her husband, but she also wants to give the father and daughter time to be alone during the day. With her by her side, the prince can't let go of his body to tease his daughter. Maybe if she leaves, the prince will try to talk more.
Zhao Heng did have something to do and nodded.
Song Jianing walked away lightly, Zhaozhao sat on his father's lap with his back to the bed, not knowing that his mother left her and ran away...
Only the father and daughter were left in the bedroom. Looking at the daughter who didn't understand anything, Zhao Heng was silent for a moment. He put his hands on his armpits and asked her to stand on his lap. Then he kissed the little girl on the forehead, and said in a voice that only her daughter could hear clearly. : "Father wants to..." The first time he deliberately tried to say more, Zhao Heng paused and continued: "Father wants Zhaozhao."
As soon as the words came out, Zhao Heng closed his eyes and rubbed his daughter's face.
Zhao Zhao heard her father calling her, raised her little fat hand to touch her father's big face, and the soft touch gradually melted Zhao Heng's heartbeat. Zhao Heng tilted his head and met his daughter's beautiful big eyes. Zhao Heng smiled: "The eyes are like your mother." He was less nervous the first time, and this time he spoke more naturally.
But this sentence was in trouble. Hearing "mother", Zhaozhao blinked, then turned his head to look back, but he didn't see his mother, and there was no shadow behind the screen. Zhaozhao turned his neck and looked again. In a hurry, Little Fatty pointed at the screen, and said to his father in doubt. Zhao Heng had already experienced his daughter's clinginess to her mother, so he tentatively said without any hope: "Father, the king coaxes Zhaozhao."
Zhaozhao didn't understand, and didn't want to listen. He glanced at the door, his face wrinkled, and his eyes were about to cry. After all, he was not familiar with his father.
Zhao Heng sighed, immediately put on his shoes and went to the ground, carrying his daughter to find his mother.
Song Jianing just took off her robe and lay down. To be honest, she really wanted to sleep comfortably by herself now. Her waist was sore and her legs were weak, she was exhausted. Before going to bed, I reminisced about the lingering with the prince, and looked forward to the situation where the prince cured the mouth disease. Before I finished, the salutations of the maids came from the yard.
Song Jianing sat up with her arms supported. Seeing her daughter who was reaching out to hug her from a distance, Song Jianing smiled wryly and joked to herself, "You can't just take a rest if you want to." When she came back, Song Jianing suddenly had the idea of being lazy, because she knew that another person would help her take care of her daughter.
Zhao Heng glanced at the hand she put on her waist, took it seriously, sat on the bed and said, "You sleep, I will coax Zhaozhao."
Song Jianing tried to lie down, but Zhaozhao broke away from his father's hand and crawled into his mother's arms, asking her to hug him. Song Jianing hugged her daughter and patted her to sleep with her eyes closed. Zhaozhao didn't want to sleep, so she sat up and looked at her mother. Seeing her closed eyes, the little girl crawled over with a pout, trying to lift her mother's eyelids.
Zhao Heng was taken aback, why is his daughter so bad
"Zhaozhao." Zhao Heng hugged his daughter in time and told her daughter, "Don't bully your mother."
Zhaozhao opened his mouth slightly and stared blankly at his father.
Song Jianing opened his eyes and saw that the father and daughter were very serious and the other was ignorant. With a warm heart, he smiled and mentioned the child's father: "Zhao Zhao is too young to understand."
Seeing that her eyes were so difficult to open, Zhao Heng couldn't bear it, so he motioned her to continue sleeping, and he picked up his daughter and walked out. Zhaozhao wanted to stay by his mother's side and was about to cry, so Zhao Heng patted his daughter's back and whispered, "Mother sleeps, father accompanies Zhaozhao."
How can Zhaozhao be so coaxing? Fake crying doesn't work, so I'm ready to cry. Zhao Heng tried hard to recall how she coaxed her daughter. With a big hand, she pulled the jade pendant from her waist and handed it to her daughter. Zhaozhao hugged the jade pendant with both hands, looked at his father again, finally stopped crying, and lowered his head to play with new things seriously.
The father and daughter returned to the front yard, and no one bothered them. Zhao Heng said a lot to the silly daughter, such as "I like to play with jade pendants", "Zhao Zhao is really smart" and so on that are meaningless, and there are also "The Yellow River needs to be diverted", " It is necessary to take precautions in advance” and other serious matters related to the society. The father said and said, Zhaozhao was lying on his father's body and played, and the father lifted her up and put her on his chest for a while. Although Zhaozhao couldn't understand what the father was muttering, he liked the strong father more and more. Tired of playing, he fell asleep in his father's arms.
Zhao Heng looked at his daughter and tried to say six words, but it didn't work for the time being.
But Zhao Heng finally saw the hope of curing his mouth disease, and this hope was given to him by his daughter. Zhao Heng leaned over and kissed his daughter's chubby cheek gently, his eyes depicting her daughter's eyebrows that resembled hers, Zhao Heng's heart moved, and he asked Eunuch Fu to guard his daughter, and he went to the backyard to find his wife.
Song Jianing slept soundly, it was a little hot in the afternoon, and the quilt had already been thrown away by her. Zhao Heng opened the gauze and saw her lying on the outside, with a blushing face, naturally charming and coquettish, with one hand outstretched, the blood jade bracelet lining it Her snow-white wrists were red and white, making people bloody. If he hadn't known that she didn't have the heart, Zhao Heng would have suspected her of pretending to be asleep to seduce people.
The daughter is his little baby, and this is the big baby. Without her, he is still alone. When he is alone, yesterday, today, and tomorrow are no different.
Zhao Heng walked over to the bed, pressed her shoulders to make her lie flat, and he slowly pressed it up.
Song Jianing snorted and opened her eyes sleepily. Seeing him still in the same posture, Song Jianing muttered and begged, "How's the evening?" She was really tired.
"Okay." Zhao Heng said in a low voice.
Song Jianing believed, but after a while, he was still relying on her.
Song Jianing was a little bit more awake. Since the prince thought so, then she worked hard and served the prince again. With the thought of starting early, finishing things early and going to bed early, Song Jianing closed his eyes and undid the placket, asking you to taste it. She changed into a light blue pocket with a thin layer of gauze that was half-covered to make it more tempting. Zhao Heng looked at it a few more times, but he still lay down on his side, then hugged the person in his arms and slept in each other's arms. .
He's really not that greedy.