If nothing happened, Zhao Heng would start every day, practice for two quarters of a minute, take a bath and change clothes, and then eat. But this morning, when Zhao Heng woke up when he heard the footsteps of his maid, he knew that he had to have overslept. He slept outside and heard that there was no movement behind him. Zhao Heng slowly turned his head and saw a back of his head, his princess lying in it with his back facing him, with a head covered with black hair on a big red satin pillow, like a cloud or a waterfall.

There was a silky gap in the quilt between the two, and Zhao Heng vaguely saw a snow-white shoulder.

The situation of last night immediately came to my mind. She kissed him obediently. She hugged him carefully. She took the initiative to lick his lips. She begged him to slow down with tears in her eyes. All her body, which was once covered by her dress, was exposed in front of him, like jade and snow, and she trembled. As long as her hands were close to her, she could no longer bear to move away.

Her throat was tight. Looking at her sleeping soundly, Zhao Heng remembered the last scene before going to bed last night. She pushed him away with disgust and complained about the pain.

I don't know if it hurts or is sleepy.

After lifting the quilt, Zhao Heng got up first, his steps were very light, and he did not disturb her. Today is the holiday, and the father did not need to go to court, but he explained in advance that they could just enter the palace. When he walked out of the inner room and saw the maids beside her, Zhao Heng frowned and was about to speak when Eunuch Fu came in from outside the main hall.

Zhao Heng said to Fu Eunuch, "Half an hour."

Eunuch Fu looked at the direction of the inner room without blinking, and told Shuang'er: "Let the princess sleep for another half an hour."

Shuang'er bowed her head and agreed.

Zhao Heng led Eunuch Fu away.

Seeing the figures of the master and servant disappear at the end of the corridor with their own eyes, Jiuer couldn't help but stick out his tongue and whispered to Shuanger: "Eunuch Fu is so powerful. The prince only said it for half an hour, and he knew what the prince meant. I was thinking about what he was going to do in half an hour."

Liu'er whispered: "Of course, why is Eunuch Fu the most popular person around the prince? I heard that the prince is now working in the Hanlin Academy, and everything is explained by Eunuch Fu on his behalf."

"Okay, don't talk about your master privately. Think about how to serve the princess for a while." Shuang'er stopped the gossip of the two and looked at the inner room worriedly. Last night, she was guarding the second room. She heard the princess crying several times with her own ears, and she spent more time than she was fucking each other. She didn't know what she had experienced. The prince didn't seem to make a sound from beginning to end, and did not ask them to go in and serve.

I expected that the master would take a shower after getting up, Shuang'er had someone prepare hot water in the Western Conference room. He poured a bucket of boiling boiling water in first, and added water when it was cold. When the master woke up, it was almost just right.

In the front yard, Zhao Heng practiced his boxing skills for two quarters of a minute before, and did not sweat, but last night...

Why did you think of that?

Zhao Heng frowned. Since he went to the bathroom, Eunuch Fu served his broad clothes. As soon as he took off his clothes, he saw a crescent-like nail mark on his back. Some were on his shoulders, some were on his waist, some were just red, and some were bleeding. Eunuch Fu secretly smacked his tongue, but his hands were not delayed, and he just whispered: "Prince, just wipe it briefly today, don't get water on your back."

Zhao Heng was about to look back at him, but when he turned sideways, he remembered that, although she was usually well-behaved, she became bolder when she cried. He didn't ask her to hug her, she cried pitifully, and he let go of her hand, and she grabbed him like revenge. She didn't feel any pain at that time. She felt a little bit like a punch just now. Could it be that she was injured?

He didn't move, and Eunuch Fu quickly put on a wet wipe and helped the boss wipe his back.

Today I went to the palace to offer tea to my father and Empress Li. Zhao Heng changed into a crimson embroidered python robe. He packed it up and was a little hungry. He led Eunuch Fu to the backyard. Half an hour's grace was not yet reached, but it was only a cup of tea left. Shuang'er and others kept in mind the prince's instructions and did not dare to go in early. Now that they saw the prince coming back, several maids looked at each other and felt a little uneasy.

"Prince." No matter what you think, let's take the tribute first.

Zhao Heng ignored them and went straight into the inner room, bypassed the screen, opened the two layers of gauze tents, and saw that she was still sleeping, but she turned over at some point and slept on her back in the middle of the huge bedboard. Her comfortable and comfortable posture seemed to have caused her to feel wronged by taking half of the place before.

Zhao Heng sat on the bed and looked at her silently. She slept soundly, her face was flushed, but the blue eyes were shining in both sides, proving that she did not sleep well last night. Looking at the green, Zhao Heng felt a little guilty, and at the same time she felt a little confused. He felt that he was not a person who was keen on desire, why did he always think about it last night...

It was getting late, and Zhao Heng gently patted her on the shoulder.

Song Jianing didn't move, and didn't feel it.

Zhao Heng increased his strength, and saw her pouting, then turned around in anger, and then pointed the back of his head at him. Looking at her sleeping in bed, Zhao Heng inexplicably thought of when he was a child, when he was six or seven years old, his wet nurse called him, especially in winter. He actually wanted to sleep in bed, but he was afraid that his father would not like it, so he always woke up as soon as he called him, and gradually developed the habit of getting up early.

She is a girl, so she doesn't have so much scruples.

"Get up." Zhao Heng whispered while pushing her shoulder.

Song Jianing was pushed several times, but in fact he was a little aware. He just thought she was sleeping in the boudoir of the Guo family. Now that she heard the man's voice, she suddenly remembered that she had married King Shou last night. Isn't the man who called her... She was shocked. Song Jianing sat up without thinking, and the quilt on her body naturally slid down.

Zhao Heng subconsciously looked over and saw a piece of white snow with red plums dots on the snow.

Song Jianing realized something was wrong when the quilt fell and her shoulders were chilling. She immediately pulled up the quilt to cover herself, and buried her head in so embarrassed that she really didn't know that she was wearing nothing. Last night, he tangled her again and again. Song Jianing forgot when she slept, and fell asleep when her head touched the pillow.

She covered her head, Zhao Heng turned his head to look outside the bed, sat for a while, and didn't know what to say, got up and went out, and asked the maids to come in and serve him. When Song Jianing heard that he had gone out, he immediately lay back on the bed, covering his chest with one hand and holding his waist with the other. The quilt was not touched, and his waist was as sore as a stone, not to mention the most frequently favored by the King of Shou.

In short, after getting out of bed, Song Jianing was supported by Shuang'er and could not walk on his own.

King Shou went to the front yard again. Song Jianing took a quarter of an hour to bathe. The hot water relieved the fatigue. After leaving the bath, Song Jianing finally regained some strength. Shuang'er and Liu'er served her to dress up. Jiu'er went to the front yard to invite the prince to come and have breakfast. When Song Jianing came to the main hall with a neat dress and wearing a pearl hairpin, he saw King Shou sitting on the main seat in the north wearing a crimson robe. When he heard the movement, he turned his head to look at her.

Song Jianing blushed and lowered his eyes. The King of Birth last night was clearly the King of Beasts. He was brave and did not look like a person who likes calligraphy and painting at all.

Both masters arrived, Shuang'er signaled the little maids to arrange their meals. Breakfast was relatively simple. Song Jianing lowered his head to scoop red date porridge and Yu Guang glanced secretly to the side. At this time, he looked at the King of Birthday again. Although his expression was no different from that in front of the bridal chamber, when he thought of his insatiable appearance in her arms, Song Jianing felt that the two seemed to be closer.

Last night, Song Jianing was relatively speechless, because he was worried that he would not like him. Now, Song Jianing was very sure that Shouwang was a person who talked less. At night, he became a passionate husband. Since he understood Shouwang's temperament, Song Jianing didn't have any words to make any talk and had breakfast quietly.

After the meal, he rinsed his mouth and was about to enter the palace. It was cold outside, and both of them had to wear cloaks. Song Jianing's cloak was in Shuang'er's hand, and Zhao Heng's cloak was carried by Eunuch Fu from the front yard. Seeing that King Shou stood up, Song Jianing looked at Eunuch Fu with a timid look, wanting to serve King Shou himself, but he was afraid that something was wrong.

Eunuch Fu had eyes and saw the princess’ meaning. He turned slightly and then hugged Song Jianing with the jade-green cloak. Song Jianing's face turned slightly red, but he still took the cloak and walked to the side of King Shou and said, "Prince, I will serve you to wear it?"

Zhao Heng looked at her and nodded.

Song Jianing unfolded his cloak and draped it on his broad shoulders. She served her husband wholeheartedly, but Zhao Heng thought of the movement of her holding his neck and climbing her shoulders at night at night. Song Jianing didn't pay attention to the man's gaze, pulled the strap of the cloak, and cleverly tied a knot. After the typing, she mustered up the courage to raise her eyes and see his expression at this moment.

Zhao Heng looked at her calmly.

Song Jianing was a little embarrassed, she thought he would give him some reaction.

Leaving him, Song Jianing stood aside and changed to Shuang'er to wear a cloak for her. The plum-red cloak was embroidered with golden thread. It was graceful and luxurious. The snow-white fox fur on the hood made her cheeks look white and tender. Zhao Heng remembered the feeling of kissing her face, which was delicate, smooth, warm and warm.

"Let's go." He set out first.

Song Jianing nodded, following him, the man was strides very hard, and Song Jianing tried hard to catch up, but she served him three or four times in the first night, and it was really uncomfortable, so she could only try to walk faster. Zhao Heng was just used to strode, and she didn't follow Yu Guangzhong, so Zhao Heng slowed down. Then, in order to cooperate with her, he walked very slowly, and anyone could see that it was slow.

Song Jianing felt sweet all of a sudden. Although Shouwang didn't say warm words, he was very considerate in everything he did.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the couple stepped out of the Shou Prince's Mansion side by side. The carriage was prepared in front of the door and the wooden bench was also arranged. Song Jianing turned his head while walking forward. Shuang'er was about to step forward when he suddenly saw the prince holding the princess's hand. Shuang'er looked hot inexplicably and lowered her head and smiled.

Song Jianing's face was blushing, and he was surprised by his care in front of outsiders.

Nodding at him, Song Jianing held him with one hand, held the hem of his clothes in the other, raised his right foot to step on the wooden bench, but in this way, he was so moistened that her right leg was stiffened in the air. Seeing that she was shy just now, Zhao Heng suddenly changed his face and frowned, thinking of her slow pace and understood.

He let go of her hand, then hugged her waist with one hand and raised her legs with the other, and directly carried the person up and put it on the car. He moved so quickly that Song Jianing's feet were stepping on the front of the car, and his body was still leaning against his chest, looking up at him in disbelief.

"Get in." Zhao Heng whispered to remind him in a low voice.

Song Jianing's face heated up, and he rushed into the carriage as if he was escaping due to discomfort.
Chapter completed!