When night fell, Song Jianing accompanies her daughter to dinner. Because the prince was still using the seat in the palace, Song Jianing personally took her daughter back to the front room, and then carried her daughter to the bed.
Zhaozhao was still not sleepy. After washing her hands, feet and face, the little girl ran around on the bed, talking to her mother in two words. Song Jianing sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her daughter with a smile. Today, Guo Xiao got married, and she had something in her heart. The first time she saw her daughter marrying a wife, she was so excited.
"Okay, go to bed." Song Jianing patted the pillow and asked her daughter to come over, "Go to bed early, and you will be in the palace tomorrow morning."
Only then did Zhaozhao obediently lie down into the bed. After lying down, Xingyan blinked at her mother, still not wanting to sleep.
Song Jianing lay down on the bed and squeezed on a pillow with her daughter. While patting her daughter gently, she softly told the story of how the fox mother taught the little fox to groom. Last spring hunting, the white fox hunted by the prince is still raised in the palace. Zhaozhao likes it, and also likes listening to her mother talk about foxes the most. dense and long.
The daughter was so beautiful and cute that Song Jianing was a little reluctant to leave. Unexpectedly, just as she moved, a pair of big hands suddenly appeared on her shoulders. Song Jianing was startled, and a familiar voice came from above her head: "It's me."
Song Jianing raised his head in surprise.
Zhao Heng looked down at her. Under the light, her plump face was as red as jade.
The daughter fell asleep, and the couple tacitly did not speak. Zhao Heng helped Song Jianing to sit upright. Knowing that it was inconvenient for her to bend over, he squatted down and picked up her embroidered shoes to help her wear them. Song Jianing was flattered and received all kinds of good things from him. He had never been served like this before. She shrank her little feet in thick cotton socks and declined softly, "I'll do it myself..."
Zhao Heng didn't lift his head, just grabbed her slender ankle, and skillfully helped her put on the embroidered shoes, just like when he put shoes on for his daughter.
Song Jia looked at him quietly. Tonight, the prince went to the wedding banquet, and he came back earlier than she expected. His face was fair, and he didn't look like someone who had been drinking, and he didn't have a trace of alcohol on his body. When you get married, you can smell a little wine anyway. Song Jianing was extremely confused. He led him out the door, and Song Jianing asked in a low voice, "Why did your lord come back so early?"
On the twentieth day of the first month, there was still a crescent moon in the night sky, and the noise of drinking wine from the next door’s palace was faintly passed over, making the palace of Shouwang more quiet.
The quieter it is, the more suitable it is to appreciate the moon, and the more suitable it is to appreciate people.
Under the corridor lights, Zhao Heng paused and held her small hands with both hands. Song Jianing raised his head blankly, the cold moonlight lightened the natural charm of the corners of her eyes and brows, but a pair of clear almond eyes, like streams, reflected the moonlight, like a secluded orchid blooming at night, only for those around her. man look.
"I missed you, so I came back." Squeezing her hand, Zhao Heng whispered.
Song Jianing opened his lips slightly, stunned by the unexpected love words.
Zhao Heng smiled, and slowly took his silly little princess into his arms, hugged him, and gently rubbed his chin on the top of her head. Since the day she married him, she has been keeping herself safe. Everything depends on his face before making decisions. He needs her to serve him. She does her best to bring tea and water to him, pinching her shoulders and hair. , she stayed in the backyard alone and would never go to the front yard to disturb him.
Before getting married, Zhao Heng lived alone for nineteen years. He was used to being alone. After getting married, he also needed a quiet and submissive wife. She happened to be such a person, Zhao Heng was very satisfied, but until tonight, when he saw Guo Xiao, who coveted her but couldn't get her, married Princess Duanhui, and watched Guo Xiao borrow wine to relieve his sorrow, Zhao Heng really realized that, Being able to marry her, being able to marry a woman who suits him everywhere, and being able to stay with such a princess, is his luck in this life.
She is gentle, she treats him wholeheartedly, she gave birth to a beautiful daughter for him, this is not her duty, but her good.
So Zhao Heng didn't say sweet words to her, he just told the truth, he really missed her, and after thinking about it, he came back.
Picking up his princess, Zhao Heng walked slowly, entered the inner room, and put her on the bed.
Song Jianing was stunned, always feeling that something was wrong with the prince tonight. He was very good to her, and there was no omen.
After taking off her boots, Zhao Heng also came up and helped her lie down. Song Jianing stared at him, trying to find out why he was so gentle, Zhao Heng kissed his forehead and asked with a smile, "You made up the story yourself?" What kind of big fox taught the little fox to use its mouth to brush its hair, but also to use its claws? Washing his face, he wanted to laugh when he heard it, thanks to her being so serious.
Song Jianing heard that he was laughing, hummed, hugged him and muttered, "What if I made it up, Zhaozhao likes to listen to it." Her daughter loves to listen to it, it is a good story.
"The story is good." Zhao Heng rubbed her head in praise.
Just as Song Jianing was about to laugh, he heard him murmuring in her ear, "Tell me one." She may not have known how gentle her voice was at that time, so gentle that he envied his daughter and all the people who were born later. child.
Song Jianing blinked and asked happily, "What do you want to hear, Your Highness?"
Zhao Heng stroked her soft hair, his voice suddenly became hoarse, he moved down, looked into her eyes and said, "Little fox, how did you get here?"
The little fox is, of course, born from a male fox and a female fox.
Facing his inexplicable gaze, Song Jianing's face gradually became hot, and soon, the heat surged all over his body like a spring breeze.
His lips were pressed against him, Song Jianing swallowed unconsciously, holding his arm with his small hands, afraid that he would press him. Her lord is restrained. When she was pregnant with her daughter, the lord never did it once, probably because he was afraid of hurting the child, but tonight, as his breathing became heavier and heavier, Song Jianing gradually felt that tonight, the lord was afraid of hurting the child. , the impulse came back.
Zhao Heng was indeed moved. He had known for a long time that a woman could be in the same room after three months of pregnancy. Just be careful, but when she was pregnant with her daughter for the first time, the relationship between the two was far from being close at this time. Although Zhao Heng was impulsive at times, he had to maintain the prince. Decent, I couldn't help it, so I went to the front yard to sleep in a separate room. now…
No matter how polite you are, you will be born.
"Do you want to?" Zhao Heng asked bewitchingly as his fingers lingered under the hem of her clothes.
Song Jianing was ashamed to say it.
Zhao Heng had a way to know her real answer, found it, and deliberately tapped her cheek to leave a little moisture.
"My lord, I, I'm afraid..." It was about to happen, Song Jianing was nervous, afraid of the baby in his stomach.
"I have my senses," Zhao Heng assured soothingly.
This is his princess, that is his child, how could he not be careful
Only one exception tonight, he will continue to restrain himself later.
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In Duke Wei's mansion, the hall was full of alcohol. Guo Xiao didn't know how many jars he drank, and everything he saw was a double image. Someone came over. Guo Xiao shook his head and reached out to pick up the bowl, but someone grabbed his wrist. Guo Xiao slowly raised his head and saw a familiar stern face, but he couldn't remember who it was...
Guo Boyan knew at a glance that his son was already drunk, and he didn't even recognize him.
"Help the concubine to go to the new house." Guo Boyan instructed Ah Shun to see Prince Rui lying on the table.
Ah Shun quickly supported his master and left. In the second half of the first month, the day may be a little warmer, but the cold wind is still biting at night, making Guo Xiao's mind a little clearer. The house in front seemed to be shaking, and the red lanterns under the porch were also shaking, swaying, and there was a figure wearing red clothes at the door. Guo Xiao narrowed his eyes, trying to see her clearly.
"Cousin, why did you drink like this?" Princess Duanhui said anxiously. The cousins are too familiar with each other. Princess Duanhui has almost no shyness and restraint of a bride, so she hurriedly greeted her and helped Ah Shun Guo Xiao. Guo Xiao couldn't see clearly, but he could hear clearly, and when he heard the woman calling his cousin, he remembered that tonight was his wedding candle, and he married his cousin Princess Duanhui.
Princess Duanhui, cousin...
Guo Xiao laughed self-deprecatingly, then closed his eyes.
He "drunk to death" in the past, Ah Shun and Princess Duanhui joined hands to help the person to lie down on the bed, Ah Shun bowed his head and stepped back, Princess Duanhui took care of her cousin herself without the help of a palace maid. After pouring the sobering tea, Princess Duanhui wanted to persuade Guo Xiao to drink some first, but let her call her to push, Guo Xiao just stayed still, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was long.
Princess Duanhui pushed a few more times, and finally had to admit that her groom was drunk and unconscious.
Princess Duanhui gritted her teeth secretly and scolded today's male guest. However, looking closely at the man lying in front of her, the man she liked since she was a child, Princess Duanhui's anger because she felt sorry for her cousin. It disappeared quickly, propped up beside Guo Xiao with his chin up, and looked at it so closely for the first time.
"It's so beautiful." Princess Duanhui secretly said, her eyes bright, with the sweet spring love of a young girl flashing inside.
The man closed his eyes and his expression did not change.
After a while, something soft was printed on his face, and Guo Xiao frowned imperceptibly.
Although Princess Duanhui is very bold, she is just an ordinary newlywed girl in this regard. After kissing her, she quickly backed away and observed the groom nervously. Seeing that he was not awake, Princess Duanhui smiled happily, and reluctantly reluctantly let her go again. Take a look, and take a shower. After returning, Princess Duanhui did not try to wake up the drunk groom. She helped him take off his robe soaked in alcohol, leaving only his middle clothes, and then pulled up the quilt. Satisfied smile.
The fragrance of the woman's hair and body gradually drifted away from the tent. Guo Xiao silently opened his eyes, facing the happy tent above his head, his heart was like still water.
what is she doing? Does it depend on…
With just a short thought, Guo Xiao's cold heart suddenly burst into anger, and then cautiously and mercilessly, he pushed the bride who was leaning against him aside, keeping a half-arm distance between the two.
That night, Yihexuan's new house was unusually calm, with only a pair of dragon and phoenix candles that kept jumping.