National Beauty

Chapter 158

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The sound of bells came from the inner room, and Shuang’er and Liu’er came in to serve together. Through the gauze, it could be seen that the princess was sitting in front of the bed. The New Year is approaching, the lord is on vacation, the princess has always had a smile on her face these past few days, and the twin girls and maids are also happy.

"My lord, my princess, it's snowing outside." The two women raised their tents and reported softly.

Song Jianing just put on her embroidered shoes, when she heard the words, she looked out the window in surprise, then turned to look at the man on the bed. Heavy snow in winter is easy to cause snow disasters, but the snow is a good year, and it is not a good thing to have no snow. Last month, the lord was worried about the harvest of the next year because there was no snow this winter. Today, I finally look forward to snow, and the lord must be happy. Bar

It snowed, Zhao Heng had one thing missing in his heart. He was lucky for Li Min. Looking at the bright and happy eyes of the princess, Zhao Heng knew very well that the princess was happy for him to solve his troubles. revolve around him. Zhao Heng took advantage of her unintentional actions, and felt that his little princess really took him to heart.

"Appreciate the snow." Zhao Heng looked at her and said.

Song Jianing nodded and excitedly went to prepare her daughter's clothes.

"No!" Mother came over with a thick padded jacket, but Zhaozhao hid behind her father and refused to put on clothes like she refused to wash her face.

Song Jianing couldn't help laughing and laughing. She remembered that when her younger brother Mao Geer was a child, he liked to run outside, rain or shine. Why is her daughter so afraid of the cold

"Zhaozhao is obedient, let's go to see the snow." Zhao Heng tried to pull his daughter over.

"No!" Zhaozhao pouted and insisted, the father's words were useless.

Song Jianing is used to her daughter, Zhao Heng dotes on her daughter more than Song Jianing, the husband and wife dote on them together, and unconsciously raise Zhaozhao's temper more and more. Knowing that his lord is an elegant person, Song Jianing sat down on the bed and said helplessly, "Your lord, let's go enjoy the snow first, and then I will coax Zhaozhao."

Zhao Heng looked at his daughter and nodded.

Zhao Zhao stared at the little padded jacket in her mother's hand with wide eyes, hugging her father and not letting her go. Song Jianing handed the jacket to the king, and the little girl immediately let go of her father and ran to her mother, smart and clever. Zhao Heng smiled and left, Song Jianing hugged her chubby daughter on her lap and pressed her forehead: "You can't be obedient. When the spring is warm, my father and I won't take you out to play."

Zhaozhao thought that her mother had something nice to say, so she looked at her with a silly smile.

The mothers were tired and crooked, and Zhao Heng left and returned, holding a black-glazed porcelain plate in his hand. Song Jianing raised her eyebrows in surprise. Zhaozhao sat on her mother's lap and looked into the plate curiously, one big and one small, with identical almond eyes, moist and moist. One was his wife and the other was his daughter. Zhao Heng was delighted to sit down beside Song Jianing, and then brought the black-glazed porcelain plate to his daughter.

The black glazed porcelain plate was barely stronger than the man's big hand. The bottom of the plate was a thin layer of snowflakes. The snowflakes were thin, and the black glaze made them whiter and brighter, like a fine layer of salt, but it was clearer and brighter than salt. Song Jianing had seen so many snows, but none of them was as beautiful as the snow on the plate in front of her.

Zhaozhao was born in October last year and didn't hug him when it snowed, so today is the first time the little girl has seen snow since she was born, not to mention how fresh it is. Zhaozhao looked at his father, then at his mother, and suddenly raised his little fat hand to grab the snow on the plate. Zhao Heng blocked his daughter in time, and then, under the blank stare of her daughter, Zhao Heng touched a little snowflake on the pulp of his index finger, and then stretched it out towards his daughter.

What is the father going to do

Zhaozhao stared at his father's hand, motionless as if he had been tapped on acupuncture points, until his father's fingers lightly pressed against her chubby face. Cool, Zhaozhao opened his small mouth, and his big clear eyes were full of surprise, looking at his father.

"Snow." Zhao Heng pointed to the layer of snow and taught his daughter.

Zhaozhao lowered his head, looked at it for a while, and understood, Xuefu Wang pointed at the snowflake, and said crisply: "Snow."

Zhao Heng nodded and asked his daughter, "Does it look good?"

Zhaozhao nodded and wanted to reach out and touch.

"It's cold, you can't touch it." Song Jianing grabbed her daughter's chubby hand and stopped, worried that her daughter would catch a cold.

Zhaozhao couldn't do anything, and continued to stare at the snowflakes. The ground dragon was burning in the inner room, and the bed was especially warm. It didn't take long for the snowflakes in the black-glazed porcelain plate to turn into clear water. Zhaozhao was stunned, his eyes widened, the snowflakes disappeared, and the little girl even tilted her head, thinking that it was the father who hid the snowflakes!

"It's snowing outside, Dad is holding Zhaozhao?" Zhao Heng whispered. Because his daughter couldn't speak well of his father, Zhao Heng called himself father.

Zhaozhao likes snowflakes, nods his head immediately, and obediently leans over to his father's side.

Only then did Song Jianing understand the purpose of the lord Sheng Xue coming in. He couldn't help but threw himself on the ground in admiration.

Zhao Heng smiled and looked down at his daughter, not letting the princess see the slight smugness in his eyes.

Song Jianing hugged her daughter's jacket again, Zhao Heng took it and said, "I'll help Zhaozhao, you add a cloak."

Song Jianing felt warm in his heart, got up, went around the screen and put on his clothes. Across the screen, he heard the prince remind his daughter to raise her arms and remind her to push her shoes hard. The same four or five words, the pauses in between became shorter and shorter. , the speed of speech is no different from ordinary people, Song Jianing is full of hope.

The family of three was all packed up, Zhao Heng was holding his daughter dressed in a ball of cotton balls, Song Jianing walked beside him with a porcelain plate, and the beauty who went to the corridor sat against the snow to enjoy the snow. Zhaozhao wore a fox fur hat, only a small face was exposed outside, and his big eyes were rolling around.

Song Jianing stretched out the corridor with a black-glazed porcelain plate, Zhao Heng and Zhao Zhao were both staring at it, as if this matter was very interesting.

When the snowflakes were full, Song Jianing withdrew her hand and held the plate in front of her daughter. She leaned in and blew at a place. Zhaozhao looked amused. When she found out that her mother had blown the snowflakes out of a small hole, Zhaozhao smiled excitedly. He pouted and blew with his little mouth. The girls were having a great time, Zhao Heng looked at the princess's childish pouting, looking at her full and rosy lips, and suddenly wanted to do something.

Song Jianing was tired, raised his head with a smile, and bumped into his faint eyes unexpectedly.

Thinking that he must have been very stupid just now, Song Jianing blushed, turned his head to look out, and just turned around, his face suddenly became cold, and it was actually cold when a man smeared snow on the left side of his nose. Although Wang Ye is serious, this is not the first time he has bullied her. Song Jianing gave him an angry look and raised his hand to wipe it.

"Don't move." Zhao Heng said.

Song Jianing looked at him suspiciously, and consciously put down his hand.

"Zhaozhao helps my mother blow." Zhao Heng pointed at her nose and coaxed her daughter.

Zhaozhao liked to play like this, so he immediately went to his mother's side. Zhao Heng moved his daughter in his arms, and Song Jianing cooperated with their father and daughter, leaning forward with his upper body and tilting his head slightly, so that his daughter could blow her nose. Zhao Zhaoru was wrapped in a silkworm cocoon, stretched out his head and tried to blow his mother, but Song Jianing noticed the strange look in the prince's eyes, and when he was nervous, he closed his eyes, and his cheeks slowly turned red.

The daughter blew mouth by mouth, her nose was itchy, and suddenly another breath came over, warm like a spring breeze, followed closely, something pressed on her lips, and kissed her gently. Song Jianing instinctively held his arm, and her heart was about to float. The scheming of the prince to kiss her was sweeter than the kiss at this time.

The couple ate it secretly, and Zhaozhao found out at once. He felt that his mother was more fun than blowing snow. Zhaozhao slapped his father on the face unceremoniously, and wanted to squeeze his father away and replace him with his own kiss. Zhao Heng laughed, Song Jianing wiped his lower lip first, then held his daughter's cheek and kissed, fooling her.

It was quiet, and there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves on the street, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the gate of Duke Wei's mansion.

Song Jianing's heart moved slightly, and there was a vague guess that after about a cup of tea, Eunuch Fu came over and reported with a smile: "Princess, the concierge just passed a word that it was the eldest girl and aunt of the imperial palace who came back to Beijing to kiss her. "The princess and Guo Boyan's eldest daughter, Ting Fang, are close sisters, and he knows it.

Sure enough, Sister Tingfang is back!

Song Jianing was overjoyed. Next year, Mrs. Tai will celebrate her 60th birthday. In April, Guo Xiao and Princess Duanhui got married. In October, when her daughter was one year old, sister Tingfang wrote to her, saying that their family of three would return to Beijing this year, and they would stay there until Guo Xiao got married. Xiongzhou. After not seeing her for many years, Song Jianing really wanted to meet her sister right away, but unfortunately...

Song Jianing's expression was a little gloomy. She is now a princess, and she hurried back, losing the majesty of the palace. After all, she is a respected person.

"Please come here." Zhao Heng looked at her and ordered Eunuch Fu.

Duke Fu turned around and was about to leave.

"and many more!"

Song Jianing was in a hurry to stop the road, and when she saw that Eunuch Fu stopped, she said to her prince funny: "Sister just came back, grandmother, mother, and aunt must all panic, let's talk about it another day." She knew that the prince was right. She is good, but Song Jianing is very clear that the person Tingfang sister wants most is Mrs. Tai, and she doesn't want to delay sister Tingfang and Mrs. Tai because of herself.

She has always been considerate to others, but Zhao Heng didn't want her to wait for a long time. His princess wanted to see others, and that was to give them a face.

"An hour." Zhao Heng looked at Eunuch Fu again.

Eunuch Fu understood, smiled at the princess, and ordered to leave, Song Jianing also understood that the prince asked Eunuch Fu to invite his sister after an hour.

"My lord is really domineering." Song Jianing whispered, turning to look at the Duke's mansion, hoping that Sister Tingfang wouldn't blame her.

In the Guogong Mansion, one hour was enough for the Guo family to calm down their excitement. Mrs. Tai held her lovely granddaughter, and she couldn't bear to leave Tingfang for a moment. Tingfang didn't have enough eyes, so he looked at his father for a while, Guo Xiao, his elder brother, and Mao Ge'er, his half-brother. You said what I said, the Shouwang Mansion sent someone to spread the word, and invited Lin Shi and Tingfang to come to the mansion as guests, and also said that Xue Da would not work too much. This is a good intention.

Mrs. Tai smiled and said to her granddaughter: "Look how much the princess misses you."

Tingfang also misses her sister. She wants to tell her a lot. Since her sister has sent someone to invite her, Tingfang immediately prepares to take her daughter with her.

Guo Xiao stood silently beside his two cousins, looking at his younger sister's cheerful profile, but he thought of his stepsister's soft and beautiful face. She has always been cautious, never ostentatious, and even tried to refrain from meeting with her first-born mother once a month. Why did she suddenly have the confidence to invite her sister over to be a guest today? I'm afraid it's the meaning of King Shou, right

I just don't know whether King Shou is simply pampering her, or whether he is deliberately pampering her.