National Beauty

Chapter 41

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After sneezing, Song Jianing couldn't tell how comfortable she was, but before she could raise her head, Yu Guang suddenly found a moon-white hem of her clothes behind her. Song Jianing was startled, and when she turned her head, she saw that the future emperor was standing there, a long distance from him. She is but one arm!

Song Jianing was completely stunned, and when he reacted, he quickly took two steps back while holding the long pole, and said with a blushing face, "Your Highness, why are you here?" Song Jianing felt good about sneezing in front of the future emperor. It's a shame, I can't even lift my head up, my face is red, and it's more coveted than the persimmons on the tree.

Zhao Heng didn't want to look any further, because Song Jianing's unpredictable sneeze attracted everyone's attention. Zhao Heng didn't need to tilt his head to know that his brother, the fourth prince, Princess Duanhui, and Guo Shu's brother and sister must all be Looking at him, I was thinking the same thing.

Why are you here? Zhao Heng glanced at the basket on the ground, he didn't want her to fall, but this reason was definitely not suitable to say.

There is no reason on the ground, Zhao Heng raised his head. The leaves of the tall persimmon tree were all blown off by the cold wind. The yellow persimmons were particularly obvious. Just above Song Jianing's head, there was a relatively large gap between the branches. A heavy persimmon is exactly the one that Song Jianing likes.

Zhao Heng pointed to the top and looked at Song Jianing coldly: "No."

Song Jianing's head was lowered, she raised her head blankly when she heard the words, and caught a glimpse of Zhao Heng's gesture, she continued to raise her head and looked at Zhao Heng in confusion, what's wrong

Zhao Heng had to say three more words: "This king's."

Song Jianing took another look at the very outgoing persimmon king, and finally understood, so his face turned even redder, and he lowered his head and said, "My lord forgives my sin, I didn't know it was yours..." Who would have thought that the lord even took a persimmon? What a strange person. Could it be that he has long been interested in this big persimmon and has been waiting for it to fully mature

"No problem." After giving her and everyone a reason, Zhao Heng returned to his original position.

The Fourth Prince, Princess Duanhui and Brother Guo Shu have no doubts. In their eyes, King Shou has the most eccentric temper, and it is normal to have any quirks. Eunuch Fu waited in front of King Shou all day long. Knowing that the master did not like the sweet and greasy food of persimmons, he could naturally infer that his master was lying, so why did the master lie

Eunuch Fu secretly looked at the four girls of the Guogong Mansion standing alone under the tree over there. The eleven or twelve-year-old girl had a double bun on her head, pink peony and silk flowers on her head, and a small face below her with a pink face and black almond eyes. Bright, with delicate eyebrows, at a young age, you can glimpse the beauty of the country and the city in the future.

Rethinking that the master once guessed lantern riddles together with the fourth girl, Eunuch Fu finally understood that it turned out that these fruit trees were all planted for the fourth girl! "The smoke locks the pond willow, and the oil in Hangzhou explodes." The four girls of the Duke of Wei's mansion are addicted to eating chubby fat like life. Which one in the capital does not know now? Of course, saying that the four girls are plump and plump is purely a rumor, just a little fatter than the other girls.

Now that he had guessed the master's mind, Eunuch Fu hurriedly came to the master's side and cooperated with a smile: "My lord, the persimmons should be ripe, why don't you ask the four girls to help you pick them off?"

Zhao Heng looked at him, then looked at Song Jianing, who seemed embarrassed and didn't dare to pick persimmons again, and nodded.

Eunuch Fu rushed to Song Jianing's side, smiling all over his face, "Four girls, I will trouble you."

Song Jianing was eager to find a chance to commit crimes, nodded again and again, raised his long pole and continued to aim at the persimmon, Guo Eunuch stepped back, and took the basket that was in the way.

Song Jianing picked the big persimmon steadily, lowered the long pole and took out the persimmon that was intact and heavy to the touch. She looked at it a few more times before turning around, wanting to give the persimmon to Eunuch Fu, but she saw Eunuch Fu standing there. Zhao Heng went behind him. Song Jianing had no choice but to walk up to Zhao Heng, lowered his eyes, held the persimmon in both hands and offered it out: "Your Highness, please use it."

Her little hands were white, almost completely blocked by persimmons.

Zhao Heng didn't move, and motioned for Duke Fu to pick him up.

The persimmon left, the errand was done, Song Jianing secretly glanced at the other people who were busy picking persimmons, her hands were itchy, and facing the man's white clothes, she gathered up her courage and asked, "My lord, can I go and pick something else? "Sweet voice, soft and thin, just like the persimmon stick in her hand just now, set in the listener's heart, shaking before shaking.

"Yes." Zhao Heng said lightly, before he finished speaking, he was very happy to see the corners of her lips rising.

Zhao Heng couldn't help but take a second glance, Song Jianing had turned around to pick persimmons, but his eyes hadn't taken back. She was still young, so Zhao Heng couldn't care less, but suddenly there appeared a fat girl who liked him, a girl who was simply stupid and greedy. Zhao Heng's ordinary days seemed to have a little more flavor.

When she looked up at him, the deep awe or admiration in her eyes was very useful to him.

"When did you like to eat persimmons?" There was a sudden weight on his shoulders, Zhao Heng instantly regained his indifference, and said to his brother, "Don't eat, paint."

The King of Chu was taken aback. He didn't quite believe what his brother and Eunuch Fu said just now, and he didn't doubt anything. He just wanted to come over and ask when his brother changed his taste, but he didn't expect his brother to paint persimmons. The younger brother is good at calligraphy and painting, the King of Chu knew it for a long time, but... grabbing the big persimmon in Duke Fu's hand, the King of Chu looked left and right, but he didn't see anything to draw about this persimmon.

Eunuch Fu rescued the master in time: "His Royal Highness, our lord has recently liked to draw and eat food, and the previous one even drew a bowl of tea."

This is the truth.

The King of Chu was fond of martial arts. In his opinion, reading the history of the scriptures is still useful, but practicing calligraphy and painting is to play with things. Hearing Eunuch Fu saying that his younger brother had nothing to do to draw a bowl of tea, the King of Chu frowned deeply, sent Eunuch Fu to go away, and whispered to his younger brother: "Third brother, the royal father doesn't give you errands because you don't like to talk, as long as you don't like to talk. you… "

How about stuttering a little? Doing the right thing is what matters.

The King of Chu looked at his younger brother encouragingly.

Zhao Heng turned around and walked away, his face was cold.

The King of Chu sighed heavily. His younger brother was having a hard time, and he was no longer having fun. He walked under the tree and yelled at the Fourth Prince, "Come down!"

His voice was loud, with a bit of anger. Song Jianing, who had just picked two persimmons, felt a little nervous. He held a long pole and looked over there. Seeing that the King of Chu led the fourth prince away, Princess Duanhui picked persimmons for herself to play with, Sister Yunfang didn't stop either, Song Jianing was relieved and continued to pick persimmons, and finally picked a full basket.

The three girls met with baskets, all full.

Yun Fang was a little worried: "Will the lord be unhappy if we pick so many?"

Princess Duanhui sneered: "The third brother doesn't grow persimmons for himself to eat." No matter how she looked down on the third brother, she would not despise him to such a degree.

Yun Fang smiled embarrassedly.

Guo Shu accompanied his three younger sisters back to Songhe Hall. Prince Rui had already arrived, and the four princes sat in the hall to drink tea. Princess Duanhui ran in first, put the basket on the square red sandalwood table between Prince Rui and the fourth prince, and showed off, "I picked it all by myself, I will take it back to honor the father and the emperor."

The King of Chu and others laughed, only Zhao Heng glanced at the Guo brothers and sisters.

Guo Shu thanked him for the two younger sisters: "Thank you, Lord, for the reward."

Zhao Heng nodded, his own little eunuch came in, took the basket away and put it outside.

When the banquet was opened, because there were few people, and they were all cousins and sisters, the eight people sat around a rosewood table of the Eight Immortals. Princess Duanhui and Yunfang sat on the west side, Song Jianing and Guo Shu sat on the south side, and opposite the brothers were the King of Chu and Zhao Heng. For the first time eating with the prince and princess, Song Jianing was inevitably nervous. From beginning to end, he kept his eyes down and ate in small bites.

The girls had a small appetite. Princess Duanhui and Yunfang stopped their chopsticks almost at the same time. Song Jianing saw it, and quickly ate up the rice grains in the bowl, and put the bowl and chopsticks away. Guo Shu was blunt and said what he thought, and said strangely: "An'an finished eating?" It was easy to relax after eating, and the young man was inattentive and called his sister's boudoir name in front of several princes.

Song Jianing blushed, not because of her name, but because her cousin just asked her, didn't she tell others that she usually eats a lot

She hummed reluctantly.

Guo Shu reacted and stopped talking. Yun Fang didn't have any scheming and asked suspiciously, "Don't you eat two bowls of rice..."

Halfway through speaking, I remembered that this was not at my own dinner table, and immediately shrank my neck, fearing that my sister would blame her.

Song Jianing's face was as red as blood, and she couldn't wait to find a crack to get in. Chu Wang Rui Wang laughed, and the fourth prince stared blankly at the little cousin who didn't know how to resolve the embarrassment for her. Only Zhao Heng glanced at the eunuch who was serving her: "Add food."

It didn't take long for the empty bowl in front of Song Jianing to be replaced by a new one.

Prince Rui was watching the excitement, but the King of Chu did not help. The fourth prince was about to speak when Zhao Heng suddenly said, "Eat."

A short word, like an order.

Song Jianing pursed her lips. The future emperor's words could not be violated. She picked up her chopsticks again and ordered to eat the second bowl of rice, only rice and no vegetables. Guo Shu felt sorry for his sister, and smiled to ease the atmosphere while adding food to his sister: "Jianing, don't be embarrassed, there are no outsiders here. No one laughed at you when you sneezed just now, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Princess Duanhui laughed: "Cousin didn't mention I almost forgot, third brother, did she spray you?"

Song Jianing trembled, subconsciously recalling that scene, Zhao Heng was standing behind her, shouldn't he

Just thinking about it, two cold words suddenly came from the opposite side: "More talk."

Song Jianing raised his head in astonishment, and saw Zhao Heng squinting at Princess Duanhui with a displeased expression. Princess Duanhui was stunned at first, and when she came back to her senses, she confirmed that the third brother was really training her in front of everyone. At the door, she gritted her teeth angrily, turned around suddenly, and said to Zhao Heng with a sneer, "Yes, I am talkative, not like the third brother..."

"Duanhui!" Chu Wanghu glared and shouted sharply.

Princess Duanhui's face changed, and she shook her head and left.

Prince Rui acted as a gentleman and comforted Zhao Heng: "Duanhui is young and ignorant, don't bother with her third brother, I'll talk about her later."

Zhao Heng was silent.

The atmosphere was stiff, Guo Shu patted the stiff legs of the two younger sisters from under the table and got up to leave.

"Leave."

Zhao Heng raised his eyes slowly, his eyes fixed on Song Jianing's face.