Not long after Zhao Heng's army left Shu, he received the news that Emperor Xuande was ill. Since the situation was serious, Zhao Heng immediately led a team to return to Beijing with Song Jianing, and it was inevitable that they would travel day and night.
As night fell, the convoy continued on its way, with guards at the front and back with lanterns to open the way. Zhao Heng returned from the inspection, stepped on the carriage, and saw that Song Jianing had already laid the quilt, and she was sitting in the light with her long hair lightly pulled through. The black hair was like clouds, which made her face thinner. Zhao Heng sat down and hugged her, "Thank you for your hard work."
The long journey was really hard. He could go out for a walk when he was tired, but she could only be bored in the car, bumping in the car day and night.
Song Jianing was indeed a little uncomfortable with her butt touching the hard car board all the time. On the way to Shu with Guo Xiao, almost half of the trip was by water, and the beds on the boat were comfortable. Now the prince does not need to hide in Tibet when he returns to Beijing. The official road extends in all directions, but no matter how spacious the palace’s carriage is, it is not as comfortable as a boat, but Song Jianing doesn’t find it hard, the faster the car goes. The happier she is,
"Is the prince sour?" Taking off his clothes, the couple lay on the low couch in the narrow car, Song Jianing poked the prince in the buttocks curiously.
Zhao Heng:…
Except at that time, this was the first time she had done this kind of action, and the daring one was not like her.
"Are you sour?" Zhao Heng also put his hand on her side. She was thin, and she lost weight everywhere, but she was still round and round. He... liked it very much.
Song Jianing poked at the simplicity, but Zhao Heng added some other meaning. Song Jianing's face was hot, and he let out a low humming while taking away his big hand covered with thin calluses. That being the case, Zhao Heng was even more reluctant to hold back. He hugged her tightly and said to her ear, "I'll rub it for you."
His breath was warm, Song Jianing's heart was beating wildly, and he wanted to refuse, but Prince Shou was already busy. Song Jianing couldn't push it away, so he got into his arms and enjoyed it silently, not to mention, after rubbing it like this, it really wasn't that numb.
"Okay, my lord, rest." Song Jianing held his hand again and said.
"Yeah." Zhao Heng responded, but his big hand went to another place. Since leaving the army to go first, the two of them have been sleeping honestly for the past few days, and Zhao Heng is still relatively strict when people are on the road. But tonight Song Jianing foolishly stirred up his fire. The narrower the couch was, the closer the couple got to each other, and Zhao Heng was ready to move.
"Your Highness..." Song Jianing grabbed his hand in a panic, preventing him from moving, the carriage doors and windows were cracked, and it was embarrassing to hear about it, not to mention that she was in the car as a little eunuch.
Zhao Heng didn't say anything, and could only help her turn around without refusing to refuse, and put a handkerchief in her palm. Song Jianing clutched the handkerchief, for some unknown reason, the next moment, she was pushed tightly against the wall of the car by Zhao Heng. Song Jianing's heart beat faster and faster, and with the jolt, he sank his waist, Song Jianing finally knew what the handkerchief was used for.
She shivered and covered her mouth, her handkerchief and her fingers blocked the possible sound, and her other hand pressed firmly against the wall of the car, as if he could really knock her out. Outside the window, there was the sound of the guards' hooves, the regular screeching of wheels, and the cool wind of early summer blowing in, but Song Jianing heard only one sound, like the juice of her daughter poking a pomegranate with her finger when she was naughty.
At the end, Song Jianing was sweating profusely.
"Well done." Zhao Heng kissed her hot face, and there was a deep sense of contentment and a hint of guilt in his words. After all this nonsense, he still bullied her.
Song Jianing likes to hear the prince call her that. She slept sweetly with his sturdy arms on her back. She slept the best when she was on her way this time.
On the eighth day of the fifth month, when King Shou returned to the capital, Zhao Heng got out of the car ahead of time and rode on horseback. Song Jianing hid in the car with breathless concentration. The moment he saw the carriage drive into the city gate through the gap in the curtain, Song Jianing felt as if he had passed away. When Guo Xiao was taken out of the capital by Guo Xiao pretending to be a Khitan in the first month, Song Jianing really thought that she would never come back.
Zhao Heng was about to enter the palace, and the carriage of King Shou's Mansion turned halfway in the direction and returned to the mansion first. When he arrived outside the Mansion of Shou King, the carriage did not stop, and continued to go inside until it went to the backyard.
At this time, it was almost noon. In the midsummer season, the heat in the yard was unbearable. Zhaozhao and Brother You were both staying in the county master's wing. There was ice on the ground. Song Jianing got out of the car wearing a veil, Xingyan looked eagerly at her daughter's wing, she forcibly suppressed the urge and went back to the upper room to take a shower and change clothes. It was too hot, there was no ice in the carriage, and she was about to stink. Song Jianing didn't want to stink to see the children.
In the wing room, Brother You was lying on his back wearing a big red apron, Zhao Zhao was sitting on the north side of his younger brother, holding one of his younger brother's fat feet in one hand, alternately raising and lowering. Brother You likes to play like this, holding his little hand to look at his sister, Zhaozhao closes his brother's feet to cover his face, and when he moves away, Brother You will smile very happily.
"Well, Brother You has smelly feet. My sister will wash your feet in a while." After playing for a while, Zhaozhao pretended to smell his younger brother's white soles and let go of his hands in disgust. It's almost time for dinner, so I can't play anymore.
Brother You blinked suspiciously, and then hugged a fat foot, learning from her sister's smell.
"Smelly!" Zhao Zhao pulled back his little brother's short legs and deliberately didn't tell his brother to smell.
Brother You grinned, and the more his sister kept him from letting him, the more important he became. With all his strength, both feet were raised. Zhaozhao grabbed it again, and just as he was about to tease his younger brother, a light cough suddenly came from outside the bead curtain. The siblings looked up together, and saw a figure in a lotus red dress standing behind the dense bead curtain, with a hazy face.
Brother You stared at the man with wide eyes, and Zhao Zhao was also watching, tilting his head and frowning slightly, as if to confirm something.
"Guess who I am?" Looking at the pair of children on the couch, Song Jianing tried to ask easily, her eyes were crying and her voice was laughing.
Brother You looked at his sister.
Zhaozhao misses her mother very much, but she is only five years old, she hasn't seen her mother for more than four months, and when she hears her mother's voice suddenly, Zhaozhao doesn't remember it right away, staring at the shadow intently, wondering: " Who are you?"
Song Jianing turned sideways to wipe away her tears, then raised the beaded curtain and stepped inside. When she raised her eyes, her vision blurred again.
"Mother!" Zhaozhao's little princess, who recognized her mother and took care of her younger brother just now, turned into a simple five-year-old daughter in an instant. With a wow, she cried, leaving her younger brother and running towards the couch. As soon as her daughter called her, Song Jianing burst into tears and ran to hug her daughter who was rushing over. Both mothers hugged each other hard.
Zhao Zhao cried, Song Jianing hugged her daughter's small body, tears kept falling, only Brother You turned over blankly and sat there looking at her sister, as if to see if her sister was being bullied. , then he will cry too.
"Brother You, come here." Song Jianing held back her tears and reached out to her son.
When she left, Brother You was too young, and now she doesn't remember her mother's kiss, but I don't know if it was the blood connection between the mother and her son, or the almond-like eyes of Song Jianing and Zhao Zhao. Climb here. Song Jianing thought her son recognized her, so she cried and laughed. When her son climbed over, she hugged one in each hand, kissing the older one and then the younger. The place in her heart that had been empty for more than a month was full.
"Mother, I miss you so much." All three of the mothers arrived on the couch, Zhaozhao sat on Mother's left lap and told her tearfully.
"Mother also wants Zhaozhao, I think every day, Zhaozhao has grown taller and looks better." Song Jianing kissed her daughter and touched her soft hair, she couldn't bear to look away.
"My younger brother has also grown taller." Zhaozhao was very happy after being praised by her mother, but she did not forget to let her mother praise her younger brother.
Song Jianing then looked down at his son on his right leg, but he didn't know that Brother You had been looking up at her. The adult that Brother You is most familiar with is the nursing mother, but now, Brother You thinks that this mother smells very good on her body, and it is very comfortable to hold him softly, which he likes more than the nursing mother.
"Brother You is called Mother." Song Jianing said anxiously, she knew that most of her sons couldn't speak well, but she wanted to hear it too much.
Brother You blinked, and suddenly pointed at Zhaozhao and shouted, "Jiujiu!"
Boys can't say "sister", so they call it "nine nine".
"It's so smart!" Song Jianing gave his son a fierce kiss, and he could say two words before he turned one year old.
Brother You Hehe laughed.
After a long absence, we met again, and the three mothers chatted too hotly, so Mother Cen motioned for the maids to serve dinner later. After all, it was his own flesh and blood, Song Jianing quickly won the favor of Brother You, and squeezed his sister away to occupy his mother's arms. Zhaozhao didn't know his younger brother in general. He sat across from his mother and talked to his mother. He said that his brother was naughty, and that she was sensible, and said whatever came to her mind.
Song Jianing could see that her daughter had become too much, which made her feel distressed.
The bead curtain moved again, and Song Jianing turned back.
Zhao Heng stood in front of the door in a white-toothed robe, with black eyes looking at the three of them and smiling.
"Father!" Zhaozhao rushed over again, this time he didn't cry, just hugged his father's neck tightly to express his miss. Brother You doesn't know his father anymore and continues to be in a daze, but he likes everyone his sister likes.
"Mother, I'm hungry." After being happy, Zhao Zhao rubbed his stomach and acted like a spoiled child against his mother.
Song Jianing smiled and looked at Mother Cen.
Madam Cen immediately went to make arrangements, walking briskly, as if it were a Chinese New Year.
The meal was ready in a blink of an eye. Song Jianing hugged her daughter who was clinging to her, and Zhao Heng hugged her heavy and naughty son. The family of four formed a circle, and the laughter spread out, finally breaking the long silence that had enveloped the Shou Palace for more than four months. After dinner, Zhaozhao and Brother You were both sleepy. Song Jianing left the children in the upper room. She knelt on the bed, coaxed the siblings to sleep, and told them stories.
Brother You quickly fell asleep, Zhaozhao held her mother's hand, obviously very sleepy, but stubbornly opened her eyes, I don't know how many times she asked her mother: "Mother, I'm asleep, will you leave?" She was afraid that she would wake up and her mother would be gone again.
Song Jianing lay down, hugged her daughter and coaxed, "Mom won't go anywhere, Zhaozhao should go to sleep."
Zhaozhao nodded, put his little hands around his mother's neck, and fell asleep restlessly.
Song Jianing kissed his daughter with pity.
Zhao Heng, who watched silently for a long time, suddenly posted it from behind, and carefully embraced the two of them in his arms.