The couple who had been separated for a long time were still at the age of vigorous blood, so it was no wonder that they were not greedy. That night, Zhao Heng came again with his little princess in his arms. Different from the madness that was more like venting in the daytime, this time Zhao Heng appeared gentle and lazy, leaning on her, paying more attention to her face, watching her gradually showing a cute look that was unsatisfactory and indescribable.
She didn't say it, Zhao Heng didn't know it, and continued to swallow slowly.
Song Jianing covered her mouth with one hand, her head twisted from left to right for a while, as if it was itchy, he helped her to scratch, but instead of scratching in the right place, he swirled around. Song Jianing endured it hard, and suddenly he grabbed his hand and raised it. Song Jianing looked at him begging, but Zhao Heng ignored it and didn't give her what she wanted most. Instead, he stopped and buried his head below her neck.
This time, Song Jianing not only twisted his head, but also twisted his body, grabbing his hair with his little hands.
Zhao Heng held her hand again.
"My lord..." Song Jianing called out as if crying. If she didn't speak, she was afraid that she would not be able to move.
Zhao Heng hummed, his mouth still busy.
"My lord, I, I'm sleepy, hurry up." Song Jianing hugged his head and gave herself an excuse to urge.
Zhao Heng frowned. At this time, she said she was sleepy
A little displeased, he looked up and saw her red, sweaty face, and her apricot eyes were misty. She was clearly asking for something. Zhao Heng understood that the little princess was playing tricks with him. Since she was "sleepy", Zhao Heng crouched down, grabbed half of her shoulders with one hand, rested on the bed with the other, and gently kissed her forehead: "Okay."
Song Jianing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he took a long breath. Before he could relax, the gentleman who was just like water suddenly turned into a turbulent rushing down from the top of the mountain, continuously hitting the rocks below. Song Jianing's rock wasn't stable enough, and she was about to move when she rushed. Zhao Heng pushed back with her big hand, and she couldn't move.
The movement and stillness became too fast, Song Jianing couldn't stand it any longer, and asked him, the result could only be "Wang Wang Wang..."
She couldn't say a second word at all.
The gust of wind crossed the border, Song Jianing couldn't close his mouth, and he didn't need to talk about his legs. He couldn't get half a mattress. Zhao Heng took her to take a bath. Shuang'er and Liu'er came in with a clean quilt. One of the old mattresses was replaced with new ones. When Zhao Heng came back with Song Jianing in his arms, the bed was clean.
"Thirsty..." Song Jianing sat cross-legged and touched his throat. The water will be drained by him.
Zhao Heng brought the teapot and bowl and poured a bowl for each of them.
Song Jianing drank two bowls in a row to be full. He put down his hands and caught sight of the prince staring at her and smiling. Song Jianing pursed his lips, turned his head and complained, "The prince will bully people." Either way, it's all intentional. "
"You are my princess." Zhao Heng took away the tea bowl, grabbed her with a big hand, and put her on his lap, wrapping his hands around her shoulders.
This is a very intimate and very pampering action. Song Jianing looked at his stretched brows and could feel that the prince was in a good mood tonight. After four games of affection in a day, the relationship between the two seemed to be deeper. His love for his daughter Missing her desire for her made Song Jianing feel that she was closer to the prince.
"My lord, are you going to recover?" After looking at each other for a moment, Song Jianing found a more euphemistic way.
The ease on Zhao Heng's face faded a little, pinching her slender but fleshy arm, and said, "I don't know yet, at most, five words."
Knowing that she was carrying this matter in her heart, Zhao Heng took the initiative to explain, and looked at her silently.
Song Jianing hoped for his complete recovery, and was not disappointed when he heard this. He only had sincere trust and encouragement in his eyes: "If you can say five words, you can say more. Don't worry, my lord, let's take it step by step." Song Jianing thought a lot for a while. , why can't the king of Chu and her let the king say one more word
Because they are adults, the lord has to take his face into consideration, and is afraid of being laughed at or sympathized with when he speaks. From this, Song Jianing imagined that the prince when he was a child must have been laughed at a lot, so he became more and more silent, cherishing words like gold.
Such a prince made her feel distressed.
Song Jianing hugged his man.
Zhao Heng touched her head and said in a low voice, "This matter is kept secret for the time being and cannot be spread out." He has the hope of curing the mouth disease, and it will be made public sooner or later, but at present, there is no time.
Song Jianing has long known the temperament of his own prince, and he doesn't like to show off, but he hides a good painting that he clearly made. Song Jianing couldn't understand, but she obediently assured her, "Well, I don't even tell my mother."
Zhao Heng smiled and pinched her nose.
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Just after finishing an errand, Zhao Heng got half a month's leave. On the first day of returning to Beijing, he accompanied his wife and daughter. On the second day, the King of Chu came by appointment, and Zhao Heng entertained his brother in the front yard.
"You look good." The King of Chu patted his brother's shoulder teasingly, but Zhao Heng could see that his brother's smile was far less cheerful than before.
Just like last year after the burial of the King of Wu'an County, Zhao Heng once again invited his brother to go boating on the lake. The last time the King of Chu rowed a boat, today Zhao Heng took the initiative to take the boat, and when he pushed it to the bottom of the lake, the boat floated out for a certain distance. There was a lotus flower in the lake, and a few pink lotus flowers were open. When the boat got close to the lotus flower, Zhao Heng put down the wormwood and bent down into the boat awning.
The King of Chu had already drank, and instead of sitting on a good chair, he leaned back on the chair, held the wine jar in his hand, and drank one by one.
There was still a jar of wine on the table, Zhao Heng didn't move, he sat next to his brother with empty hands, also sitting on the ground.
"Big brother..."
When he wanted to persuade him, the King of Chu raised his hand to interrupt him, took another sip, and said to Hujing as if he was talking to himself: "When the royal father followed the uncle to fight in the Quartet, only the uncle was watching us at home, You are still young, you can't remember, I remember, I climbed a tree and dig a bird's nest and broke my leg, Uncle Huang scolded me, and then he climbed up and moved the whole bird's nest down."
Zhao Heng said nothing.
The King of Chu drank again and said an old story. Everything had to do with the uncle. From digging out the bird's nest to giving a birthday gift to the younger brother, everything that could be recalled was over, and the King of Chu finally remembered that his younger brother was next to him. He turned to look at his brother. Zhao Heng snatched the empty wine jar, and calmly said to his brother, "Father treats you more than anything."
The relationship between uncle and nephew, the relationship between father and son, must be clearly distinguished, the father is better to the elder brother. Zhao Heng is very aware of his brother's impulsiveness and recklessness. The father emperor is still willing to forgive his brother after being contradicted by his brother so many times. In terms of love alone, Zhao Heng can't pick up any fault of the father emperor. At least, the father emperor does not owe his brother, and the elder brother should not. so resentful.
The King of Chu was stunned for a moment, looking at his younger brother's implicitly rebuking eyes, the King of Chu suddenly remembered how good his father was, including the five younger brothers who died early, they were five brothers. The first time he was stubborn, the father pressed him to spank. He wanted to marry Feng Zheng, and the father immediately made the decision for him...
The good things of the father came up, but the king of Chu's head hurt even more, why can't the father be better and be a good brother...
"How innocent is Uncle Huang!" The King of Chu lowered his head, supported his head with both hands, and sunk his fingers deeply into his bun. He was in so much pain that his head was about to explode.
Zhao Heng admitted that his uncle was framed, but he would never say it, and he would never accuse his father for it. As a father, he naturally wants to leave the best to his children. The emperor sits in that position. He is not cruel. It is the uncle's turn to take the throne. The Duke of Wu'an is a lesson for the four brothers.
People are not sages, and no one can cover everything. As early as when the father and emperor decided to be the emperor of this country, some paths were already set.
"If you move to another place, the emperor will also expel the father and emperor." Zhao Heng said coldly, with a majestic face that made it impossible to question.
The King of Chu looked at his brother in disbelief, right? If the uncle ascends the throne...
A figure appeared in his mind, and King Chu shook his head, reminding his younger brother, "Uncle..."
"Uncle wants to move the capital to Xijing, the capital will change, and the capital will change." Zhao Heng said slowly, not to avoid stuttering, but to allow his brother to follow his words. When Emperor Gaozu ascended the throne, he indeed named his father emperor Jingzhao Yin and gave his father the title of prospective heir.
King Chu just didn't want to make people complicated. Now, after being reminded by his younger brother, he learned that the eldest uncle didn't really want to pass the throne to his younger brother. Something that King Chu had always held in his heart suddenly fell apart and shattered all over the ground.
"Heavenly family, first is the monarch and ministers, and then the blood relatives." Zhao Heng held his brother's shoulder, and finally raised a point, "Big brother, it may not be a disaster for the emperor to leave the capital." Uncle's life, just demoted the title, still read the brotherhood.
The King of Chu understood, thinking of the Prince of Wu'an who was forced to commit suicide by his father, the defense between his three brothers, what kind of blood relatives of the monarch and his subjects, the King of Chu suddenly raised his head and laughed, and with a smile something rolled down from the corner of his eye. . If being born in the royal family means that brothers and sisters will become enemies with each other, then he would rather be born in the family of the common people!
The elder brother laughed mockingly at Desolation, Zhao Heng frowned, a strong sense of exhaustion surged in his heart, the elder brother was too affectionate, and he was afraid that he would not be able to walk out.
"Third brother, if I sat in that chair, I would never treat you the same."
A hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder, Zhao Heng raised his eyes.
The King of Chu grasped his younger brother's shoulder tightly, his bloodshot eyes looking at his younger brother's eyes that seemed to be forever calm and indifferent. The King of Chu repeated it again, with a sonorous and powerful voice. Perhaps most emperors would choose like their fathers, but if it was him, the King of Chu would never frame his younger brother, he would make it clear to his younger brother directly that he would leave the throne to his son, and the younger brother could choose anything else. If the younger brother insists on robbing him, then he will beat his younger brother until he loses his mind.
Zhao Heng's eyes froze, but he held his brother's hand, like two vines growing out of a root, tightly holding each other.
The elder brother will not be the father and he will not frame him for that position, then Zhao Heng will not be the father.