The man's body was as hot as the stove, and Song Jianing's frozen hands quickly warmed up, and turned soft and tender again, leaving only his feet cold. Song Jianing didn't want Shou Wang to use his body to warm her feet, so he snuggled in his arms and whispered: "Prince, soaking feet before going to bed can help sleep. Let's all bubble?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Heng moved his legs to her. He could feel the coldness on her feet through the two layers of socks, so he let go of her.

Song Jianing sat up and shaking the bell.

Shuang'er, Liu'er came in together.

Song Jianing asked them to take the foot wash, and the two maids took the order. Just as they were about to leave, they heard a low voice from the tent: "Tea."

The second girl responded, Liu'er went out to give orders, Shuang'er quickly poured two bowls of slightly hot tea. The gauze tent was re-selected, and Song Jianing sat at the end of the bed, her hair was a little messy after the hug just now, and she hanged a loose strand, looking lazy and casual. She held the tea bowl in both hands and drank several sips in succession. Zhao Heng looked at it, and became more sure that she wanted to drink tea when she came back, but he sent the maid.

When Zhao Heng put down the tea bowl he handed to his mouth, he was useless to say a single mouthful.

Shuang'er's face turned pale nervously. The prince called for tea and smelled it but didn't drink it. Is it bad that the tea was wrong?

Song Jianing also noticed it, but didn't think so much, and asked strangely: "Why don't the prince drink?"

Zhao Heng glanced at her, raised the tea bowl again, took a few sips, no need.

Shuang'er was grateful for the prince's mouth disease for the first time. He must have felt that he had not wasted his saliva on her. If he was a fluent person, he would have been scolded for a long time. He respectfully put away the tea bowls, and the little maids outside brought two basins of foot washing water. Shuang'er looked at the basin with white mist and raised her heart again. The water temperature must be appropriate.

Actually, it was a bit hot, but foot soaking was the most suitable. Song Jianing put his feet into the water and breathed comfortably. A pair of white feet were pressed against the bottom of the basin and stopped moving. Zhao Heng used to be the daily life of Eunuch Fu, and he was more accustomed to warmer water. When his eyes slanted, he saw that she did not dislike the hot water, so he endured the slight discomfort and soaked his feet expressionlessly.

After wiping, Song Jianing put on his shoes and served Zhao Heng with a wide dress. His whole body was warm and his hands and feet were quick.

Zhao Heng looked down at her and recalled all the things tonight. He suddenly felt that she was too cautious. He was not a beast. Why was she so afraid that she didn't even dare to mention the cold? She didn't dare to say anything about the cold and cold. If she had suffered any grievances or had any trouble when she was with others outside, wouldn't she dare to report it to him?

She is the princess and his wife, not the eunuch maid who just needs to serve him well.

"If you ask me for anything, you can speak as much as possible, no matter how big or small." He looked at her and said, his voice slowly and a little solemn.

He had already said this once when he warmed her hands. Song Jianing nodded softly, his eyebrows were obedient, and there was no surprise of being favored by a man. Zhao Heng knew that she didn't take it to heart and did not really understand what he meant. He frowned and added: "If you dare to hide it, you will be punished."

Song Jianing was startled and stood there. He said good things, she treated them as a reward, and her heart was sweet and passed away. Now he wanted to punish her for hiding some irrelevant cold and cold. Song Jianing immediately regarded those words as an order that must be followed and hurriedly bowed: "Don't worry, prince, I remember."

Looking at her like a soldier, Zhao Heng's mind was inexplicably revealed last night. She pushed him away and turned her head to sleep with the quilt. To be fair, Zhao Heng prefers her like that. He wants to do it if he doesn't like it, and even dares to refuse him. He is like an angry person. Now, he is so obedient.

"Go to sleep." Zhao Heng took off his clothes and walked towards the stomp bed.

Song Jianing subconsciously looked at him. He was so scared that he actually found a few nail strength on his jade-like back. Where did it come from? She must have sniffed it...

Song Jianing lowered his head and found that his nails were indeed a little long. He secretly decided to repair them soon tomorrow, as for tonight...

Two quarters of an hour later, Song Jianing held the mattress tightly, and refused to hug him no matter how hard he shook it, for fear of hurting the prince's body again.

Zhao Heng was on it and could see clearly. She raised her hand several times and pulled the quilt halfway through. A fire broke out from her chest, and Zhao Heng picked up the person up suddenly.

As soon as they fell, Song Jianing was not prepared at all. He screamed in shock. He hugged his neck with both hands, put his head on his shoulder, and supported himself hard, begging him: "Prince, don't do this..." He was killing her life, and he was playing this trick the next night.

She said so many words in one breath, wrapping her hand around his neck, and her body was warm and soft. Zhao Heng liked her like this and deliberately pressed her waist to scare her. Song Jianing couldn't bear it. He grabbed his shoulder with a little hand in a hurry, and gave him a pair of nail marks, panting and calling him the prince.

Zhao Heng smiled and instead hugged her, he put one hand around her waist, and the other hand opened the messy black hair in her ear, and held the back of her head to kiss her. She was so obedient that she had no temper and had to be forced to get too anxious. Zhao Heng was not very satisfied with this, but was very satisfied with her soft body, and she couldn't kiss and rub her enough.

With a hint of dissatisfaction, he kissed him so hard that Song Jianing was unable to resist. He pushed his shoulder with his little hand and hid his head, thinking of a chance to breathe. She avoided him and evaded, and the two fell down again. She felt so painful that she thought he had pressed her legs. Zhao Heng then held up her legs, and unexpectedly, an unexpected action got more fun.

Song Jianing's soul was about to be knocked out by him, not to mention rationality. He hung his arms around his neck, and his tears were shaken away as soon as they fell. He closed his eyes and begged the prince and refused to listen. Song Jianing opened his eyes and begged, but only saw his shaking handsome face, and ignored her at all. Song Jianing cried and screamed, his voice hoarse. He finally used a lot of energy. Song Jianing widened his eyes in disbelief, and his little mouth was also round, but he could not make a sound.

Zhao Heng put his forehead against the bed, breathing heavily, looking down at her, the clouds and mist in his eyes seemed to gather into rain, dripping on her body. Her cheeks were flushed, her face was moist as peony petals moistened by rain, and her lips became even redder. Zhao Heng couldn't help but block her mouth and ate it for a long time.

He doesn't care about her shortcomings like this. He just hopes that she will be stronger and can withstand more time.

"leg……"

He finally had enough of her mouth, and Song Jianing finally had the opportunity to speak, reminding him weakly.

Zhao Heng then put down her legs, turned over, and cleaned up himself. When he turned around, he saw her still lying there with her legs on her back. His little hand tried to grab the quilt, and he couldn't reach it. He could see that he had no strength to turn over. Zhao Heng threw away the towel, turned around and hugged her, put her trembling legs flat with one hand, and pulled the quilt with the other hand to cover her, leaving only his head outside. His little face was like a drunk peony, red.

"It's so weak." Zhao Heng touched her face and talked to her about this for the first time.

Song Jianing opened his eyes and saw that he looked satisfied. There seemed to be a smile in his eyes. She couldn't help but defend herself: "I'm not the prince..." Halfway through his words, he returned his rationality and quickly shut up.

Zhao Heng tapped her lips: "How am I?"

Song Jianing shook his neck and shook his head, not daring to say it, and was embarrassed to say it.

"Say." Zhao Heng's face sank, just like interrogating.

Song Jianing was afraid, bit his lip and turned his head and said, "Prince, the prince is too windy."

The weak he was so weak that he finally said something a little tactful, otherwise Song Jianing would not be able to say what he was too brave.

Zhao Heng understood what she meant, lifted the quilt, hugged her soft and sweaty body and said, "Eat more in the future."

Only by eating more will you grow taller and better. No matter how strong the wind is, she can withstand it.

Song Jianing wanted to say that he had eaten enough, and his mouth was so dry that he felt uncomfortable. He swallowed hard and spitted hard, and then he made a sound: "Thirsty..."

Zhao Heng didn't make much sound just now, but he was sweating and felt thirsty, so he grabbed the bell and shook it. Shuang'er was vigilant at night, and he lowered his head and walked in when he heard the movement. There was a lamp left in the room. It was vague to see the prince in the tent lying with his back to her, hugging the princess tightly. Thinking of the princess' cry that lasted for half an hour, something was going to go out to make a move. Shuang'er's cheeks were hot. When she heard the prince ask for tea, she hurried outside to prepare.

When she brought the tea in, she saw the prince sitting beside the bed in a middle robe. Shuang'er lowered her head and walked into the gauze tent. An indescribable smell came to her face, which was extremely charming.

"Prepare water and take a bath."

"Yes." Shuang'er put the tray on the low cabinet and lowered her head and stepped back.

There were two tea bowls on the tray. Zhao Heng picked up one tea bowl first. Song Jianing stared at him. Seeing that he was going to hand it to her, Song Jianing quickly raised his head, grabbed the corner of the quilt with one hand to prevent the quilt from falling, and stretched out to pick up the tea. The arms were as white as jade and tender as fat, exposed outside. Zhao Heng was worried that she would catch a cold, so he asked her to retract her arm, and he handed the tea bowl directly to her mouth.

Song Jianing looked at him shyly and took a few sips with his hand. Zhao Heng saw that her right arm, which was supporting her body, was still trembling, but he had no choice but to hold the quilt in his arms, and asked her to pillow on his arms and continue to feed the water.

Song Jianing is quite familiar with men. After being satisfied, he is most willing to be gentle and not polite. He enjoys the prince's service with peace of mind. After drinking two bowls of tea in a row, he finally quenched his thirst. He looked up and saw him pouring himself and drinking two bowls. His clothes were loose, revealing his chest. When he was drinking tea, his Adam's apple rolled up and down. For two nights in bed, Song Jianing had the first chance to look at the man's body. Although he had been hugging him in a ball before, she had no time to watch.

Then Song Jianing discovered that King Shou seemed thin and like a scholar, his body was very strong, and his chest was slightly bulging, which was both elegant and restrained, and contained abundant power. The collar was not much open, and she couldn't see it down, but Song Jianing vaguely remembered that he seemed to have touched a few solid blocks.

Guo Xiao is strong because he has been practicing martial arts all year round. Does the prince also insist on practicing martial arts?

Song Jianing was thinking randomly, and suddenly there was a tea bowl in front of her. She subconsciously leaned over her head and lowered her head to drink.

Zhao Heng smiled slightly, no wonder he kept staring at him. As expected, he didn't drink enough, and was waiting for someone to feed him like a bird.
Chapter completed!