Why wrap your breasts
This was what Zhao Heng wanted to ask, but he only said the first three words. Looking at Song Jianing's almost blushing face, Zhao Heng took a step back and turned his back to her. After a long time, there was no sound behind him. Guessing that she probably hadn't calmed down yet, Zhao Heng glanced outside the Furong Garden and reminded her in a low voice, "Keep it safe."
A stream-like voice came over, and Song Jianing's face that was about to be scalded finally cooled down slightly. It was embarrassing, and there was no way to make it more embarrassing. Song Jianing squatted down, and quickly rolled up the white gauze that still had her residual warmth, folded and tucked it into her cuffs, bulging. Fortunately, she was wearing a wide-sleeved shirt today, otherwise it would be difficult to cover it up.
However, when she glanced at the man's jade blue hem, Song Jianing's heart was twisted into a ball, how should she explain it
King Shou asked her "why...", why should she wrap her breasts
Song Jianing didn't have the nerve to answer such a question, she stood up stiffly, just as she was trying to find a way to ease her embarrassment, the king of Shou suddenly spoke again, but his voice was cold and majestic: "Why steal yarn?"
Song Jianing: …
Stealing yarn? When did she steal the gauze... With a thought, Song Jianing looked at her cuff in shock. Could it be that King Shou thought she stole the white gauze from Feng Zheng? Song Jianing was stunned, but her mind, which had been congealed because it was too embarrassing, finally turned around again. Indeed, the white gauze fell out of the clothes, and King Shou didn't know what she looked like before the white gauze fell. If it was replaced by Feng Zheng, he might be able to guess that the white gauze was used to wrap the chest. How can people think about such charming things
After the twists and turns, Song Jianing was overjoyed. Being misunderstood by King Shou and stealing was much better than being guessed by King Shou. Otherwise, if she dropped the breast wrap in front of a man, how could she still have the face to continue seeing people
It's just that Song Jianing didn't want to be accused of theft in vain. His eyes turned around the man's clothes, Song Jianing bit his head and explained: "My lord, this white gauze is what the brother-in-law used a hundred days ago, my mother. I gave it to the princess, and I took it with me. I haven't found the opportunity to send it out yet. You and the highness have come down.
Zhao Heng put his hands behind his back, listening to her making up such a nonsense in a short period of time, the corners of his lips rose imperceptibly, and he turned slowly.
Song Jianing lowered her head in a guilty conscience, not daring to look at him, her cheeks were still red, but because she successfully found an excuse to cover up the past, she now looked more shy, not as embarrassed as before. A girl with natural beauty, her cheeks are as bright as petals, her black eyes are as clear as autumn water, she stands there with her lips pursed, closing the moon and embarrassing flowers.
"What's the use of this thing?" Zhao Heng asked, following her words.
Song Jianing's blushing deepened, his eyes wandered, and he stammered and said, "Yes, it is for washing and washing the feet of children who are a hundred days ago. It is said that it can protect children from disasters and diseases in their lives, but this thing must not touch the ground. , I have already suffered from this piece of soil, and I can no longer give it to the princess, and I also ask the prince to help me keep it a secret, so that the princess will not think too much."
The more lies are told, the more slippery they are.
She seems to be proud of her quickness, her face is not red and people are not panicked, her red lips are like a smile, both charming and silly.
Zhao Heng was originally a little dissatisfied. He was dissatisfied with her actions and misunderstood him. He misunderstood that there was a simple fat girl who was madly in love with him, and she was the only girl who showed admiration for him at present. For the unfamiliar warmth, Zhao Heng rejected his father's offer of marriage. His thought at the time was that if the fat girl grew up and still simply liked him, he wouldn't mind letting her be the longevity princess. is another woman. Since you are destined to marry a princess, why not marry someone who treats him sincerely
However, just when he was about to choose an opportunity to go to the father and emperor to propose marriage, she happily went to Anguo Temple to see Lu Zhen.
The moment he heard the news, Zhao Heng couldn't help but be angry and angry at her deception.
But now, seeing her foolishly blaming her plump body for losing to her third sister, and seeing how she actually thought of a foolish way to bind her breasts, Zhao Heng suddenly realized that she was really stupid, so stupid The girl, how could she deliberately deceive him, you can only blame him for being affectionate.
The anger was gone, and looking at her innocent and innocent look on the other side, Zhao Heng only found it pleasing to the eye.
Next year, the father and the emperor want to choose a concubine again. He has already refused once, and this time he must accept it. In this case, why not choose a concubine who is pleasing to the eye
"Let's go." No longer entangled with the white gauze, Zhao Heng glanced at her and walked towards a gazebo not far away.
Song Jianing followed suspiciously, the cool autumn wind whizzing from one side, Song Jianing glanced at his chest, wondering if it was because the wrapping was too tight, he suddenly relaxed, and at the same time he felt comfortable, there was also a feeling of emptiness. Looking at the tall and slender figure in front, Song Jianing bit his lip quietly, begging the Bodhisattva to bless him not to ask King Shou to see the difference between the front and back of her clothes.
"Sit." Entering the pavilion, Zhao Heng pointed to the stone bench opposite him.
Song Jianing watched him take his seat, and she walked over to sit down. She was at a loss. Why did King Shou seem to have something to say to her
"I heard that you are discussing relatives?" Zhao Heng said slowly.
Song Jianing raised her head in shock, only to see the man facing outside the pavilion, his eyes looking at the hibiscus on the branch, his profile indifferent and alienated.
Song Jianing lowered his eyes again, and made a low hum, the Duke of Wei's mansion and the mansion of Shou King were next to each other, of course he would hear the wind.
"Like Lu Zhen?" the man asked again.
Song Jianing's face slowly turned pale and softly denied: "No..."
"Since I don't like it," Zhao Heng turned around and looked at her with his cloudy eyes fixedly, "Why go to the photo?"
Song Jianing clenched his hands, speechless.
"Why do you like it?" Zhao Heng asked casually.
His appearance was like a fairy, and his voice also carried an immortal air that was irresistible to ordinary people. Song Jianing knew that he was the future emperor, but what Wang Shou asked her, just like now, although she didn't understand why he asked, but He still obeyed instinctively, lowered his head and said, "Father, father said he was honest and honest, I, my mother said, I am stupid, so I should marry an honest man."
In fact, she wanted to marry an honest man, but Song Jianing knew how to dress up no matter how stupid she was.
Zhao Heng believed her words, and a mother and daughter couldn't help but come to mind. The mother smiled and told her daughter to marry an honest man. The stupid daughter just wanted to marry an honest man. Hearing that her stepfather arranged one for her, she was very happy. to see each other. In other words, she didn't like Lu Zhen, but... she was really stupid.
"But he doesn't like you." Zhao Heng lowered his voice, his voice seemed gentle, but the truth in his words ruthlessly pierced the thin face of the cardamom girl.
Song Jianing blushed, embarrassed, but he couldn't deny it.
She was aggrieved, and tears slowly began to form in her eyes. What the hell did this Shou Wangye want to do? How could he deliberately expose people's scars
"you lost weight."
The sour and astringent feeling was just unpleasant, the man said again, Song Jianing raised his head unexpectedly, and raised his head too fast, the tears in his eyes fell down and hung on his face, like morning dew along Bai Nen's face. The petals roll down slowly. Zhao Heng's eyes were out of control at this moment, and he kept chasing the drop of flower dew, watching it roll to the tip of her small and cute chin.
Song Jianing consciously lost his temper, and quickly turned his head to erase it.
Zhao Heng returned to his senses, was silent for a moment, and continued to look outside the pavilion: "It is said that he likes Sister Ling?"
Song Jianing was completely confused, what did King Shou want to say
As soon as she was confused, Zhao Heng said to himself, "It's too stupid to buy a casket for a pearl."
Song Jianing opened her small mouth blankly, looking at King Shou who suddenly scolded the opposite, buying a casket and returning a pearl, was that what she understood? King Shou heard about her marriage and thought that she was jewelry and the third sister was a box for jewelry, so she was foolish to look at Lu Zhen, the third sister
"Cousin is very good, don't belittle yourself." Noticing her stupefied stare, Zhao Heng said the last sentence with no expression on his face. Song Jianing just stared blankly at the man walking away, until she couldn't see King Shou, she lowered her head, and after a while, she covered both cheeks embarrassedly.
It turned out that King Shou asked her to come to the pavilion because he saw that she was thin and knew that her cousin was sad for the failure of the marriage, so he slowly asked her so many questions, and finally just wanted to comfort her
Lu Zhen looked down on her when she bought the casket and returned the pearl, but the future emperor praised her as a jewel.
But, that's not right, King Shou comforted her because the two were cousins through Concubine Shu of Emperor Xuande, but the third sister was Concubine Shu's own niece, so she was more closely related to King Shou, why did King Shou praise her as a jewel , Is the third sister a wooden box
Song Jianing blinked, thinking of the playful and playful temperament of the third sister Yunfang, and the stubborn and domineering temper of Princess Duanhui. The three of them had guessed riddles with King Shou and picked persimmons together in King Shou's Mansion, but King Shou, Seems to be a little better for her. Perhaps, Shou Wang likes a well-behaved and honest cousin
Song Jianing's heart warmed little by little. She is not as slender as her third sister and cannot attract Lu Zhen's likes, but she is honest and sensible. Since she is a cousin, Shouwang will be partial to her most honest duty, which means that she has her own strengths, so sooner or later one day , she will also meet a man who likes an honest girl, a husband who doesn't dislike her fat.
Song Jianing thought of Guo Xiao and Liang Shao again. They are not dissatisfied with her, they just look down on her identity. Now she is the fourth girl of the Guo family. Even if she is not directly born, she is better than the common people who lost both parents in the previous life. All men don't like fat girls
After she figured it out, Song Jianing took out the white gauze wrapped in her sleeves, which made her uncomfortable, and let out a long sigh of relief. This piece of shit is both uncomfortable and easy to put her in a humiliating situation. From now on, she will never use it again!
However, in order not to make Feng Zheng suspect, Song Jianing led Shuang'er to the nearest clean room with a blushing face, and wrapped it up for the time being. After dealing with Feng Zheng, on the way back to the house, Song Jianing closed the curtain and asked Shuang'er to help her take off the white gauze. Just after regaining his freedom, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves in front of the car. Song Jianing didn't think about it, but listened to the driver respectfully: "Sir..."
The author has something to say: Zhao Heng: You are very good.
Jia Ning: Where is it? will coax me.
Zhao Heng: Anything is fine.
Jia Ning: Why didn't I find out.
Zhao Heng: Come in with me.
After a while, there was a sudden sound of poking in the room, Shuang'er ran in anxiously, and saw that her girl was pressed on the bed by the king of Shou, and her body like white tofu was covered with a red seal of India mud: "Super Class"