Zhao Heng didn't talk to Guo Boyan, and he didn't remember talking to others. He said too much with his brother and her, and basically just asked questions and answers. He just played chess with Guo Boyan in the Duke's Mansion. Guo Boyan deliberately gave in to him, so he made a move at will, without making any arrangements, just to pass the time.

"Play chess." He said truthfully.

Song Jianing was stunned and then smiled bitterly in her heart. She shouldn't have asked such a stupid question. Does Shouwang seem to be someone who talks about family matters with his stepfather?

Since there was nothing wrong with him, Song Jianing approached him a little and whispered: "My mother asked me if I had slept in like at home these two days. I told me truthfully, so she scolded me and told me to be like a princess and not to sleep in anymore. She also said that it was my blessing to marry the prince and that I would serve the prince well."

After saying that, he raised his head and observed his expression.

Her cheeks were slightly red and her almond eyes were moist, as if she was expecting something. Zhao Heng looked at her for a moment and said, "You can sleep."

I have enough energy to keep my energy during the day and I have the energy to accompany him at night.

Song Jianing didn't see any emotion in his face, but she just asked for something casually. He actually told her seriously that she could sleep in. Song Jianing couldn't help laughing, and then lowered her eyes in time and covered her up: "The prince is so nice to me."

Zhao Heng looked at her shy little look, but felt that she was too easy to satisfy, and not much he could give her.

Yesterday, the two of them had a resting bed together, but today there was no exception. Zhao Heng stopped in the front yard, and Song Jianing led Shuang'er back to the back yard. Song Jianing felt that it was normal for him to rest together. If he came to accompany her, the maids might have misunderstood what bad things the two had done.

At first glance, King Shou was not the prince who proclaimed lust in the day.

After sleeping comfortably for half an hour, she woke up. Song Jianing lay on the bed and thought silently for a while. She called Shuang'er in and gave a few instructions. Shuang'er went out. Liu'er served Song Jianing to wash and dress up. Song Jianing changed into a crabapple-colored jacket and embroidered white silk skirt underneath. She finished her work slowly. Shuang'er also came back from the kitchen, carrying a food box in her hand.

Song Jianing walked to the front yard with the food box in his hand and saw Eunuch Fu waiting outside the study.

"The princess is here to see the prince?" Eunuch Fu also found the princess dressed like a crabapple flower, and immediately greeted with a smile, and walked forward several steps forward.

Song Jianing glanced at the study window and asked softly: "Is the prince busy?"

Eunuch Fu complained in his heart that he was busy with what he was doing, but Eunuch Fu was no longer worried that the prince would become a god after reading books, because he knew that the prince was moved by the heart, and reading a book for another hundred years would not work. He teased his master in his heart, but Eunuch Fu did not show it on his face and smiled and said, "The prince is reading books."

Song Jianing nodded and asked Shuang'er to wait outside. She walked in alone. Eunuch Fu led the way and helped her pick up the curtain twice. When the princess entered, he stood outside tactfully.

In the study, Zhao Heng sat cross-legged on the warm couch, with a low table of rosewood in front of him. When he saw her coming in with a food box, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

This is the first time that Song Jianing took the initiative to approach him without being summoned by the prince. He is inevitably nervous and his expression is not very natural. Fortunately, she is beautiful, smiles stiffly and beautifully, and her soft voice even speaks to the hearts: "The prince has worked hard to study, so I asked the kitchen to cook Tremella pear soup to moisten the lungs and clear dryness. Do you want to try it?"

Zhao Heng put the military book in his hand to the south and answered with his actions.

Song Jianing was happy, smiled and put the food box on the couch, opened the lid, and took out a white porcelain soup bowl with a lid against it, and carefully placed it on the table. The lid was lifted, and the fragrance of sweet white fungus pears floated out with the white mist. In the white porcelain bowl, the white fungus petals were like texel pears, and the pears were cut into cherry-sized diced diced, and were dotted with a few bright red wolfberry.

Zhao Heng's Adam's apple rolled quickly as she lowered her head to get the spoon.

Song Jianing handed him the spoon and reminded softly: "It's freshly cooked and may be a little hot, so eat slowly."

Zhao Heng took the spoon and was about to scoop a spoon when he saw her standing respectfully on the ground, he stopped and said, "Come up."

It's cold in winter.

Song Jianing took off his shoes with a smile, glanced at the three sides of the empty low table, recalling her mother's words, she squeezed aside with Shou Wang with shamelessness, kneeling, and looking at him expectantly. Zhao Heng was stared at the meal at such a close distance for the first time. He looked at her, and calmly scooped a spoonful of soup, raised it to his mouth and paused, and continued to deliver it to his mouth.

It was a little hot, and he immediately put down the spoon when he touched it a little, and deliberately endured it without frowning.

Song Jianing panicked. In fact, she reminded her that it might be hot. The prince should have blown before using it, why was she so careless? But she didn't dare to say this. Seeing him put down her hand, she immediately moved the soup bowl to her side, scooped half a spoon, pouted her lips and blew it gently, and sure that it wouldn't be hot. She held the spoon in one hand and the handkerchief underneath, leaned towards him, and said softly: "Your Majesty try again."

Because she often feeds her younger brother food before getting married, Song Jianing did this move naturally.

Zhao Heng no longer remembers when the last time he was fed. Seeing her serious expression and staring at his lips with almond eyes, Zhao Heng frowned unconsciously and opened his mouth stiffly. Song Jianing fed a spoonful of texas soup into his mouth, raised his eyes, waiting to see his expression. Zhao Heng swallowed it, and there was still a faint sweetness in his mouth.

He nodded.

Song Jianing smiled and continued to serve him. Zhao Heng took two sips in a row. He was really not used to being served like this. He advised: "You can eat too."

Song Jianing was slightly stunned and subconsciously looked at the spoon in her hand. She only brought one bowl and only brought one spoon.

After kissing her, how could Zhao Heng dislike her? He said, "Not hindrance."

It was hard to refuse the affection, Song Jianing took a bite. It was sweet and not as hot as before, and it was just right to drink. She put the bowl back to him and smiled and said, "It's not hot anymore, the prince eats more."

This is her wish, and Zhao Heng ate most of the remaining bowls.

Song Jianing was about to go around to pack the food box, Zhao Heng grabbed her arm and tilted the bell with his left hand. Eunuch Fu came when he heard the sound. When he saw the situation in the house, he didn't need the master's instructions to pack up the soup bowls quickly and carry the food box down.

Song Jianing came to show her kindness, and now her kindness was eaten by the prince, and the study suddenly became quiet. Song Jianing suddenly didn't know what to say, and saw the military book next to her, and she asked casually: "The prince is also versatile in military art?" After the accident, Song Jianing looked at her man with admiration. She was able to draw well and understand military arts. No wonder she could be the emperor in the future.

She looked at him as if he was a master of military strategy for writing books. Zhao Hengqian said, "It's just a brief reading."

Song Jianing didn't believe it, and his eyes turned to the rows of bookshelves on the ground. He moved his heart and asked him in a low voice: "Prince, can I go find a book to read?" He didn't like to talk, so she would accompany him to read the book. When he was tired of reading, she would find something to talk about.

Zhao Heng nodded.

Song Jianing happily went to wear shoes, but unexpectedly he followed her down the floor. There were several rows of bookshelves, and Song Jianing started picking from the first row, and glanced over the books one after another, but saw that it was full of classics, history, and literature collections, many of which she had never heard of. After all, what Song Jianing had read were selected by his elders for the girls' homes, and he taught women the morality.

She was dazzled, as if she had entered the vast sea of ​​books. Zhao Heng thought about it and helped her get a book of "Records of the Grand Historian": "Look."

Song Jianing took the book and returned to the couch with him.

This time she sat opposite Zhao Heng and read a book. Song Jianing was playful and active when she was young. Later, her family changed. Various experiences made her calm and she could quickly calm down when she did anything. She read seriously, but Zhao Heng couldn't see it anymore. She looked up at her, her chubby face and her eyes lowered, making her look even more obedient.

She was so quiet that Zhao Heng gradually regained his indifference and focused on reading his own military books.

A few military books can describe the magnificence and thrillingness of the battlefield. Zhao Heng was immersed in it. After a while, he was suddenly shocked by a muffled sound. He looked up and saw her sleeping on the table with her head resting on her arms. Zhao Heng looked at him silently, sure that she would not wake up for a short time. He had no choice but to get up, put on the pillow first, and then go around and hug her.

The couch was very warm, and Song Jianing was lying on his side, his cheeks were rosy, like ripe peaches.

Zhao Heng held her shoulders and slowly let her lean against him, then held her legs up. She muttered vaguely, turned her head and got into his arms, as delicate as a cat. Zhao Heng didn't move for a long time, and when she fell asleep again, she hugged her and walked to the east, slowly lay her down, and put her on her head with a pillow.

Song Jianing knew nothing.

Zhao Heng covered her with a quilt, looked at her for a while, turned around, and prepared to continue reading the military books. But the profound words in the book suddenly became dull. Zhao Heng recognized the words, but could no longer understand the meaning. The more he read, the more he felt sleepy. Is that bowl of sweet soup cooked too much?

Zhao Heng wanted to suppress the sleepiness, but the more he was deliberate, the more irritable he became.

Forget it, reading like this will result in half the effort with twice the effort, so it is better not to read it.

Putting down the book, Zhao Heng took off his outer robe, lifted the quilt and hugged her to sleep together. However, he sat sleepy and lay down and couldn't sleep anymore. Looking at her red face and cherry-like lips, it was obviously more attractive than the bowl of tremella pear soup. Zhao Heng didn't want to force himself anymore, so he supported her sideways and gently held her mouth.

It seems to have a faint sweet scent of Tremella.

Zhao Heng increased his strength.

Song Jianing was soon awakened by him. He opened his eyes. The warm bed next to the window was full of light. His fair and handsome face was close to him. Song Jianing was stunned for a moment, glanced at the low table next to him, and gradually understood what was going on. She was a little annoyed, why did she fall asleep as she looked at it? As soon as the idea arose, his big hand reached in from under her jacket.

Song Jianing had no time to distract himself and hummed softly.

"Don't shout." Zhao Heng looked up and said in a hoarse voice.

Song Jianing's almond eyes were blurred and looked at him innocently. She didn't want to speak out, but she couldn't control her like this.

Zhao Heng had no choice but to change his words: "Sound it lightly."

Song Jianing nodded obediently.

To be cautious, Zhao Heng covered all the quilts on the heads of the two men. Even if Eunuch Fu came in now, he could only see a quilt that was as undulating as waves, and he could not see anything else.

The author has something to say: Zhao Heng: You are just a little fairy.

Jianing: It’s obviously you’re not serious.

Shuang'er: Hey, is the prince discussing Buddhism?
Chapter completed!