What Zhao Heng said was not to let the Guo brothers and sisters sit down and continue to eat, but for this reason, the three brothers and sisters could not have any more appetite, and Zhao Heng did not want to force them to eat, he just had something to say.
Mouth disease is the inverse scale of King Shou. The King of Chu and others all know it well. Since he has said that he wants to talk to the Guo brothers and sisters, the elder brothers, King Rui of the Chu Dynasty and the fourth prince, winked.
Prince Rui nodded and called the fourth prince. The two left in advance. Before leaving, Prince Rui once again comforted Zhao Heng and said, "We are brothers and sisters, Duanhui is still a child, and I occasionally say angry words, third brother, don't take it to heart, I I'll go to the palace to teach Duan Hui a lesson, and let her come over and make amends for you."
Zhao Hengli ignored it.
Prince Rui knew that he had such a solitary temper, so he took the fourth prince away without thinking it was embarrassing.
Zhao Heng left his seat, looked at Song Jianing and said, "Let's go."
Song Jianing was frightened when Princess Duanhui mocked Zhao Heng for stuttering without mercy. Her face was pale and pale, and there was no blood. After all, the dispute between Wangye and Princess was caused by her, and she was compared with Princess Duanhui in public. , Zhao Heng was humiliated in public, which scared Song Jianing's courage, for fear that the emperor would turn his anger on her in the future.
Hearing Zhao Heng's cold words, Song Jianing's whole body went cold, but he didn't dare not to obey. He looked at Guo Shu helplessly, and turned around to follow.
Guo Shu was very worried, but King Shou, who was the least favored by Emperor Xuande, sullen, more frightening than his uncle's anger, and he didn't dare to speak out for a while. King Chu didn't have those scruples, thinking that his younger brother was going to take out a little girl of eleven or twelve years old, so he followed up and persuaded: "Third brother, it's all Duanhui's nonsense, don't embarrass this girl."
Not having enough to eat and being ridiculed by Princess Duanhui, the King of Chu looked at Song Jianing, whose face was as white as paper, and really couldn't bear her innocent punishment.
"Worry about it." Zhao Heng squinted at his brother and went to the study without looking back.
The King of Chu was stunned, he thought too much, which sentence did he think too much
He couldn't understand it, and Song Jianing, who was so scared that he had no masters, didn't even bother to guess. Finally, he looked at his cousin, and followed Zhao Heng away like a little pitiful. They are all in the front yard, and the dining room is not far from the study, just go around a corridor. Song Jianing was trembling, and only dared to look at the future emperor's belt. The study was too quiet, like a cave where countless beasts were hidden, and no one knew what would suddenly run out in the next moment.
In the middle of the study is a hall, the east room is a collection of books, and the west room is a studio. Zhao Heng went directly to the west room.
Song Jianing followed like a tail, Zhao Heng entered, she subconsciously raised her hand to open the curtain that was about to fall, but unexpectedly, the prince in front was standing beside the door and didn't move, and the curtain that had been lifted had not fallen yet. Song Jianing raised her head suspiciously, and met Zhao Heng who was picking up the curtains for her. The boy's skin was as white as jade. Although his eyebrows and eyes were distant, he didn't carry any anger, and it was cool but not cold.
Song Jianing was stunned, and it was only now that she noticed that in just over half a year, this prince has grown a lot taller. It was obvious that the little Guo Xiao was one year old, and now the two are almost the same size, except that Guo Xiao is stronger. These are as sharp as a sword unsheathed, while Zhao Heng is thin and graceful like a deep forest cultivating bamboo.
Such a man makes people not dare to approach rashly, but they are not too afraid.
Song Jianing was not so panicked anymore. If he really wanted to punish her, why would he pick a curtain for her? Not only was she not afraid, Song Jianing suddenly felt that the future emperor looked cold and indifferent, but he was actually very careful and considerate. He would ask her if she wanted to pick persimmons, and would kindly help her to add food when others laughed at her, and she was still in Duanhui. When the princess ridiculed her, she stopped in time.
The future emperor is a very good person.
"Thank you, my lord." Don't be afraid, Song Jianing remembered the rules, thanked him first, and then stepped in. He subconsciously looked at Zhao Heng's study. He didn't see the expected rows of bookshelves, but only saw the turquoise bonsai in the corner. In the huge study, there is only a rectangular desk of red sandalwood, a table and a chair, and two shelves of Duobao Pavilion in front of the window. with various papers.
There were too few things, Song Jianing looked at the desk, all the furnishings were plain, except for a big yellow persimmon that dazzled the eyes.
Song Jianing opened his mouth in a daze, this, seems to be the persimmon king she picked for him, right
Just as he was thinking about it, the man behind him lowered the curtain and walked towards the desk, lightly lifted his clothes and sat down, looking at her with black eyes. Song Jianing approached with bated breath, stopped three steps away from the man, bowed his head and apologized: "My lord, it's all my fault for what happened just now, the princess is disrespectful to you because of me, you punish me."
Then I secretly added a sentence in my heart: If you have any grievances, don't hold back, you will hurt yourself.
After realizing how good this person was, Song Jianing felt inexplicably a little distressed. The prince of Yushu Linfeng is so noble. He tried not to speak when he was sick, but he had to bear the sarcasm and sympathy from other princes and princesses. Even the emperor's own father was partial. All the sons have been given to the princess, but the third son will not be given a daughter-in-law. Emperor Xuande was so bad, and King Shou was still filial. Later, when he ascended the throne, he actually kept his filial piety for three years. In the play, it is said that the emperor's filial piety can be replaced by months.
The more Song Jianing thought about it, the more he thought King Shou was good.
Zhao Heng saw that her eyelashes were fluttering all the time, as if he was worried about his punishment.
Song Jianing pursed his lips and thought seriously, "I shouldn't sneeze in front of the prince." That's a bad thing about sneezing.
Zhao Heng smiled, and it was fleeting, and the little girl who respectfully lowered her eyes did not see it.
"No problem." He said without showing any emotion.
Song Jianing glanced at him nervously: "Aren't you angry?"
Zhao Heng shook his head slightly, looked at her moist almond eyes and asked, "Aren't you full?"
At the mention of her shameful incident, Song Jianing blushed and bowed his head in denial: "I'm full, the third brother is talking nonsense."
Zhao Heng didn't believe it: "The truth."
Song Jianing trembled, and had no choice but to nod his head.
"It's me, the reception was poor." Zhao Heng said slowly. It was the first time he had spoken so many words in front of people other than his brother since he had given up on his father.
Song Jianing didn't know the meaning of these words, she just felt flattered and hurriedly said: "Your Highness, you are very kind, you are fine..."
Her cheeks were red, a color that was more attractive than the top-grade rouge. Zhao Heng was fond of painting and calligraphy, and was more sensitive to the best colors in the world. Looking at Song Jianing's little face, he thought about whether he could make such a pigment, and he was half-hearted. Curious and half teasing, he asked, "Where is it?"
Maybe the answer to this question is the reason why she likes him, except for his face.
Song Jianing was just polite, and the prince did not treat him well. She didn't say that he was good, so would she still agree? Zhao Heng suddenly asked the reason for the compliment, Song Jianing was unprepared, and hesitantly made up temporarily: "My lord, my lord invited us to be a guest..."
This was not what Zhao Heng wanted to hear, and denied: "It's just to accompany guests, it doesn't count."
He can't speak long words well, and he has deliberately practiced short sentences to try not to get stuck, but if he distinguishes carefully, especially when there are few people, he can still hear that the pause between his two words is longer than others.
Song Jianing didn't feel it at all, he continued to make up his good, blinked and said, "You, you allowed my sister and I to pick persimmons, and gave us a basket."
This is a good one. Although it wasn't what Zhao Heng wanted to hear, he couldn't refute it. He followed her words and said, "You, like persimmons?"
Song Jianing nodded embarrassedly and admitted it, but she didn't get a response for a long time. Just as Song Jianing was about to take a peek, a fair hand suddenly stretched out in front of her. The man's palm was far wider than hers, holding a large yellow persimmon. The persimmon is very ripe, and the thin layer of skin is almost unable to cover the plump flesh inside, and the fruity fragrance is blowing on the face.
Song Jianing just wasn't full, she didn't eat much at all, she was still hungry when she suddenly saw the persimmon she liked, she swallowed her saliva involuntarily and grunted, she heard it herself.
"Eat." Zhao Heng whispered.
Song Jianing was embarrassed, there was no bowl here, so he only peeled the persimmons with his hands, which looked indecent, and said in a low voice, "This is what the lord liked..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "Eat."
There was one less "go", and the tone of the powerful command came again. Song Jianing didn't dare to disobey, took the persimmon, thought about it, and discussed with a blushing face: "My lord, can I take it home and eat it again?"
Zhao Heng immediately said, "No."
He took her to the study, and when she went back, she was holding a persimmon in her hand, what was it for others to see
There was no way out, Song Jianing had no choice but to eat persimmons. Feeling the prince's gaze, Song Jianing first tore off a small piece of persimmon skin, and the tender and plump pulp inside was immediately exposed, and the juice was forced to flow out. Song Jianing hurriedly blocked his mouth, fearing that the juice would fall and dirty the prince's ground.
After taking a few mouthfuls in a row, the water finally stopped, but when Song Jianing looked up, the corners of his mouth were stained with juice. She didn't notice it. Seeing the future emperor staring at her, Song Jianing was really embarrassed. She walked to the other side of the desk with the persimmon in her arms, took out the handkerchief, and turned around to eat it. Soon, the quiet study room sounded the small voice of the little girl sucking, sucking, smashing, smashing, smashing.
Zhao Heng tilted his head. The petite little fat girl stood with her back to him, her hands raised, her head moving, reminding him of one day, when he painted with an open window, a chubby sparrow daringly flew in, he held a brush and did not move , the sparrow was just jumping around on the desk, probably thirsty, ran to peck at the paint, the round fat head bit by bit, just like Song Jianing, and finally flew away with a mouthful of vermilion paint.
It was a memory that made him happy, and Zhao Heng was immersed in it unconsciously.
Song Jianing finished eating a large persimmon with the fastest speed, wiped the corner of his mouth, then wrapped the persimmon skin with a handkerchief and temporarily stuffed it into his purse.
Opposite the desk, there was a young man in a moon-white dark-patterned python robe sitting sideways. The sun was bleak and warm on a winter afternoon, pouring in through the screen window, just shrouding him, illuminating his handsome face, and illuminating him. There was a slight smile on his lips. Song Jianing followed his line of sight and saw an inkstone with pitch-black ink inside.
Song Jianing blinked blankly, what's so funny about ink
At this moment, the young man moved suddenly and looked up at her.
The author has something to say: Zhao Heng: Why do you always stare at my waist
Jianing: I dare not look at my face.
Zhao Heng: Do you dare to follow
Jia Ning: Hmm.
Zhao Heng: … Come in.
Song Jianing followed in a daze, and after a while, a shameful cry came from the room: "Your Highness is good or bad!"