In April, in the land of Shu, the grass grows and warblers fly, and the flowers are red and willows green. Even after a war, there are still large picturesque scenery outside Chengdu.
Zhao Heng held his lost and found princess in one hand and galloped on the horse while clenching the reins in the other. When she came back, Zhao Heng's head was empty the moment she recognized it in front of the city gate, or was completely occupied by the only thought. He wants to be with her, only with her, and don't want to disturb anyone or anything.
The couple were entwined like vines, and Song Jianing buried it in his chest, letting the familiar man's breath ease the fear that had accumulated in her heart for more than three months. Just holding it is enough. At this moment, she has no thoughts of speaking. Zhao Heng didn't want to inquire about anything, he just hugged her silently and slowly filled his heart that had been empty for a long time.
The owner has no purpose, the horse just rushes forward, running and running, there is the sound of gurgling water in front, Zhao Heng's eyes finally regain a trace of clarity. The dragon meanders on the earth, the bright sun shines on the water, sparkling, and there is a different kind of tranquility. There are twos and threes of common people on the river bank pulling nets to fish. For these common people, it is the most important thing for these common people to know which emperor the land falls into and what to do with them.
There are drooping children looking at them curiously, their dark faces are pure and ignorant. For some reason, seeing such an ordinary farmhouse scene, Zhao Heng's fear and anxiety have disappeared for no reason, as if the previous four months were just a nightmare, now When he woke up, he was still him, and she was still by his side.
Zhao Heng lowered his head and looked at Song Jianing's small head buried in his chest. Prince Shou, who was about to forget how to laugh, finally smiled again, rubbing lightly on the top of her head, Zhao Heng turned his horse's head and headed upstream towards the river. . Behind him, Eunuch Fu led a team of personal guards to follow from a distance, not only not disturbing the reunion of the princes and princesses, but also ensuring that they would be able to rescue them in time when someone attacked.
With a calm mind, Zhao Heng did not let his horse run wild anymore, and walked slowly along the river bank like swimming in the mountains and water. The horse's hoof was shallow, but it still alerted the egrets perched on the shore, and they fluttered their wings and flew out of the grass. Green mountains and green waters, egrets flying high, like a fairyland, Zhao Heng's eyes softened and reminded her with a smile: "An An, look."
Song Jianing raised his head blankly, and subconsciously looked at the man above his head first, his face thinned, his almond eyes seemed bigger and more pitiful, and there was still haggard and fear inside. Zhao Heng tightened his arms and leaned over to kiss her brow. Song Jianing instinctively lowered his eyes, and when he turned his eyes, he saw the egrets flying high above the river. At that moment, time seemed to stop, and the scenery was so beautiful that people forgot everything.
Zhao Heng just hugged her like this and accompanied her to watch the birds fly away.
After the white dots completely disappeared into the mountains, Song Jianing's heart that was taken away also took back, his eyes dimmed, and he looked at his chest nervously. When we parted, we just wanted to be reunited, but now that we are reunited, other worries have come again. Will the prince believe in her innocence? Will you still like her as much as before
A hand suddenly appeared on her face, and the finger pads gently rubbed her face with a familiar warmth. How long has it been since? Song Jianing closed her eyes and greedily enjoyed the gentleness of the prince at this time. She used to itch to her thin calluses and was reluctant to avoid it.
"I'm thin." Zhao Heng said with difficulty. He was so thin that he didn't dare to ask her what she had suffered. He felt sorry for her and felt guilty. If he could see through Guo Xiao's fake death plan, if he hadn't relaxed his vigilance, he would have withdrawn his attention. With the group of secret guards in the Duke's Mansion, Guo Xiao couldn't unknowingly break into the palace's back house and kidnap her away.
Just two words, but it evoked Song Jianing's fear and fear in the past few months, and buried it in his arms again, crying secretly.
Zhao Heng raised his head, clenched his teeth, felt distressed, or blamed himself, he couldn't even mention a word. If he mentioned it, it would only evoke the memory of her being bullied by Guo Xiao again, and it would only hurt her again. If possible, Zhao Heng wanted a medicine that would make her forget about her three-month career in Shu, and let her continue to be that happy and contented little princess.
"An'an doesn't cry, it's all over. When the land of Shu is stable, we'll go back to Beijing immediately. Zhaozhao misses you every day, and Brother You misses you." Knowing this, in the past few months, Princess Shou has been ill, closed the door to thank guests, and when we return to the house, everything will be as usual."
Song Jianing cried even harder. She thought that the prince would dislike her, but she never thought that he had arranged it well and never thought of giving up her as a princess.
"Is Zhaozhao injured?" After crying enough, Song Jianing was the first to ask her daughter. She was taken away by Guo Xiao that day. What she was most worried about was that Guo Xiao would let people hurt Zhaozhao behind her back.
"No damage, I just miss you." Zhao Heng said while holding her wet little face, while helping her to wipe away her endless tears, he softly coaxed: "Zhaozhao is sensible, the night before I came to Shu, Zhaozhao repeated again and again. He asked me to bring a cloak and said that it was cold outside, so I would keep my mother out of the cold."
Song Jianing looked at him with tears in her eyes, but in her mind was her daughter preparing a cloak for her mother. into the arms and never let go.
"Brother You is also very good. I like to play with my sister." She had too many tears, and Zhao Heng didn't have enough cuffs, so he reluctantly kissed her eyes, and then took out a handkerchief to wipe her face. Song Jianing was full of dust on the way back to Chengdu, and her face was dusty. Zhao Heng raised her chin with one hand and gently wiped away her tears and dirt with the other. She was gluttonous and had a chubby cheek when she was in the palace. Zhao Heng loved kissing her face the most, and liked her cheeks bulging slightly when she snickered, but now, she is thinner than those girls in the capital who deliberately eat less. Don't talk about poking, you can't even squeeze a bit of meat.
"Starting today, I will eat meat and bring it back soon." After wiping the one on the left, Zhao Heng kissed and said indulgently.
He used to tease her about being fat and thin, and Song Jianing couldn't help laughing. This smile was like the peony in the garden was blooming. Looking at her blushing face and the familiar shyness at the corners of her eyes, Zhao Heng suddenly felt that as long as she could laugh like this every day, it would be worth it if God wanted him to sacrifice his life.
The atmosphere relaxed, Zhao Heng continued to wipe her right face, but when he lowered his head, he saw a dark lump the size of a grain of rice on her right neck. Zhao Heng remembered that every part of her body was as thin as fat, without any flaws. What was this dark color? Zhao Heng's face changed greatly, and he stroked the place with his fingertips, confirming that it was indeed a scar.
"He was hurt?" Zhao Heng blurted out in anger, seeing panic flashed in her eyes and her face turned white, Zhao Heng then realized what he had said, and hurriedly hugged the person tightly: "An An is not afraid. , go back and apply some ointment to ensure that it will be restored as before, and there will be no scars." Women love beauty, he can only use his appearance to divert her attention, lest she get caught in those memories.
Song Jianing was not afraid, but was surprised by his complacent appearance. He touched the scar on his neck, Song Jianing closed his eyes, leaned on his shoulder and said, "My lord, it was my own injury, he wanted to... bully me, I used scissors to resist Neck, he still has a little conscience, and he didn't force me to die."
The lord must have guessed that it was Guo Xiao, otherwise he would not have used "he", so Song Jianing would not have to hide it any more. As for whether the lord believed it or not, Song Jianing was powerless.
She actually thought of dying to die
Zhao Heng's whole body went cold, as if he saw her lying in a pool of blood, unable to rest his eyes. But, if she was humiliated and died, she could only choose one, and he would rather her... What he wanted was her person, he wanted her to live by his side, he wanted to see her every night when he woke up, what innocence and chastity, and Her life was nothing compared to her life.
"Would you rather die than wait for me?" Zhao Heng asked fiercely in her ear, "If you die, what's the use of innocence?"
He was really angry, his arms hurt Song Jianing's waist and abdomen, and he could hardly breathe. But Song Jianing understood what he meant, she was not afraid of the pain, but she was afraid that he would not understand her heart: "My lord, from the day my second uncle entered Beijing and you told me not to worry in front of the Guogong's mansion, my people It's yours, except you, who wants to touch me unless I die."
She was once abandoned by Liang Shao, and was considered forbidden by Guo Xiao. In two lifetimes, only Zhao Heng treated her with sincerity and never despised her for anything. At first, Song Jianing only had gratitude and only awe, but Zhao Heng became more and more towards her. Well, I gave her all the respect and love that a husband can give his wife. For such a man, Song Jianing was willing to keep the festival for him, instead of continuing to live in stealth after being abandoned by Liang Shao like in his previous life.
Her voice was firm and her righteousness was awe-inspiring. Zhao Heng was not moved. He was only afraid. He held up her face and looked into her eyes. My princess is my other life, as long as you live, I don't care about others, understand?"
Zhao Heng finished this sentence in one go.
Song Jianing nodded while crying, she understands, understands, the lord is really... so infatuated!
After talking and listening to the love words, Song Jianing's heart completely calmed down, and then she felt that her already thin chest was about to be squeezed by the prince's hard chest, and she hurriedly begged for mercy: "Next time..." In a hurry , Song Jianing didn't choose to say anything, and only hoped that he would let go quickly.
Zhao Heng's face was even more ugly, and he stared at her tightly and said, "There will be no next time." In this life, there will never be a second time.
Song Jianing was slightly startled, then nodded her head. She was kidnapped and separated from her mother and her son, and she didn't want to experience it again.
Zhao Heng slowly relaxed his arms, Song Jianing let out a long sigh of relief, leaned back on his shoulders, and hugged him in reliance. The sound of water in the river murmured, Song Jianing silently recalled the past three months, Guo Xiao jumped off the cliff, the prince trusted her, and Zhao Zhaoyou was all well, so only the family members of the Duke's Mansion were left.
Song Jianing bit her lip and didn't dare to ask, but she had to ask, complicatedly: "My lord, how did you guess it was him?"
Since she wasn't bullied by Guo Xiao, Zhao Heng didn't need to worry about this, he put his arms around her shoulders and said, "I already knew that he coveted you."
Song Jianing raised his head in shock.
Zhao Heng touched her head and briefly told her the "good things" Guo Xiao had done before her marriage.
Song Jianing was speechless for a while.
Accident? Maybe not. The eldest son of the Duke's Mansion has always been like this. He likes her, so he will try his best to get her, never caring about her feelings, never thinking that she is also a person, not a ruthless plaything.