Guo Xiao made a contribution, is Song Jianing happy?

There is nothing to be happy about. Since marrying King Shou, Song Jianing felt that Guo Xiao had left her for two lifetimes. She no longer had to worry about Guo Xiao taking advantage of her brother and sister's relationship of not seeing each other. She no longer had to worry about Guo Xiao using his power to coerce her future husband to give in. Now she is Princess Shou, and Guo Xiao is definitely not so brave.

So for Song Jianing, Guo Xiao is now just her nominal brother, and she knows that he will always be smooth, so except for being a little curious about Guo Xiao's marriage in this life, no other news about Guo Xiao will cause her emotional changes.

Facing the waiting eyes of King Shou, Song Jianing smiled and said, "My brother is cold and majestic and serious. Although he and I are brothers and sisters, I rarely have the opportunity to talk. Today, he has made contributions to the court, so I am naturally happy, but I am definitely not as good as my father." Song Jianing must not be unhappy when he made contributions to the step-brother, as she seems so cold, but Song Jianing doesn't want to pretend to be in front of King Shou, otherwise he will pretend for a lifetime, which is too tiring.

Zhao Heng stared at her clear eyes, thinking that she went to see Lu Town when she went to Anguo Temple to see her, and the rash on her face in the palace was also harmed by Guo Xiao through Tan Xiangyu, so he knew that his princess must have no feelings for Guo Xiao. As for Guo Xiao's repeated destruction of her marriage, whether it was due to the step-brother's dislike of step-sister or something else, Zhao Heng could not be sure at the moment.

"Go to sleep." Zhao Heng patted her on the shoulder.

Song Jianing nodded, leaned in his arms for a while after lying down, and then he became accustomed to lying flat on his back.

The second day is the 16th. Song Jianing went back to his parents' home every month. He slept well at night and woke up early in the morning. Jiuer came in to make the bed and accidentally found that his master's menstruation had not come yet. Because his wife had specifically reminded them to pay attention to his master's menstruation before getting married, Jiuer couldn't help but excitedly said: "Princess, are you going to have good news?"

Song Jianing was rinsing his mouth, and when he heard this, he sprayed all the water and coughed continuously.

Shuang'er, Liu'er hurriedly patted her back together, Song Jianing wiped her mouth and stared at Jiu'er in shock.

Jiuer served her for the longest time, and was not afraid of her master at all. Instead, she said a little aggrievedly: "I'm telling the truth. The princess has always been very accurate in menstruation. This time she was one day late, and maybe she would really have it." Menstruation is one aspect. The prince loves her master so much, and she should watch the night out several times. Jiuer heard in her ear that the prince would have a second wave of movement at the third update in the middle of the night. It's normal for the prince to get pregnant with such a loving heart.

Song Jianing had been looking forward to the child for a long time and realized that he might be pregnant. Song Jianing's heartbeats faster and faster, looking forward, and was a little nervous and panicked, afraid that he would not guess accurately. Pregnancy was a big deal, so Song Jianing was anxious to ask his mother for advice, and after breakfast, he went to the Duke's Mansion nervously. Brother Mao had been looking forward to his sister and pestered her to play. Lin noticed keenly that something was wrong with his daughter, as if he was rushing to get along with her alone, so he found an excuse to send his son out to play outside.

"What's wrong?" Only the mother and mother were left in the room. Lin sat next to her daughter and asked in confusion.

Song Jianing looked at his mother, lowered his head, blushed slightly, "Mom, I'm late for menstruation..."

Lin had two children, so he naturally understood the meaning of the new bride's menstrual period. He said in surprise: "How many days have you been late?"

Song Jianing stretched out a finger embarrassedly.

Lin's smile froze and then said with a funny look: "Silly girl, it's common for one or two days later..." Halfway through, seeing her daughter pursing her lips in disappointment, Lin quickly changed her mouth: "But it may be true. An An wait a little longer. If it's ten days late, you can ask the doctor to take the pulse."

Song Jianing nodded and remembered.

The daughter is obviously looking forward to the child. As a mother, Lin cannot mention any difficult things at this time. Thinking that her daughter might have really had, Lin looked serious and whispered to her daughter: "If you haven't come for the past ten days, you may be a little older if you get pregnant one day later. Then An An must be careful and try not to have sex with the prince." To avoid hurting the child.

Song Jianing was stunned and then looked embarrassed. Apart from the days when the menstruation was delayed, it seemed that the longest time for King Shou and her to be in the same room twice was three days. If King Shou wanted it, what should she do?

"Just say that the menstruation is coming." Lin smiled and gave advice to his daughter, "The prince didn't find it best. If you find it, you must be happy and won't be angry."

"Mom's more ways to do it." Song Jianing said admired.

Lin's face was inexplicably hot. Why did she understand? It was naturally because she used this method to fool Guo Boyan. That guy didn't look like a forty at all.

But Lin would not tell his daughter.

Song Jianing, who got the scriptures from his mother, returned to the prince's mansion with satisfaction, put on his menstrual belt in advance, and prepared to prepare for six or seven days. After six or seven days, he could almost invite a doctor. Zhao Heng didn't touch her last night, and came tonight, and when he entered the tent, he hugged her and kissed her. Song Jianing kissed him first, and the man kissed her neck. Then Song Jianing hugged his shoulder and gasped, "Prince, I, my menstrual matter is coming..."

Zhao Heng paused, and he stretched his hands down. Through the middle clothes, he could indeed feel the familiar shape of the menstrual belt. However, looking at her red and charming little face, Zhao Heng still pressed his little princess to kiss her well. When Song Jianing almost couldn't control himself and was about to take the initiative to send him, Zhao Heng stopped reluctantly and lay down on one side to calm down.

Song Jianing lay on his side, looking at his endurance, feeling both distressed and sweet. If she was really pregnant and gave him another surprise, would he be so happy?

Next, in order to avoid enduring the pain of dissatisfaction with desires, Zhao Heng only slept with his little princess in the backyard for two nights, and the rest of the days accompanied Song Jianing for dinner and went back to the front yard. Song Jianing was obsessed with the child, but instead of the prince, she slept with peace of mind, so she didn't miss him.

Six days later, at dusk, Zhao Heng returned to the palace earlier than usual. When he came to the backyard, he signaled Song Jianing to enter the eastern room. There was a low table on the table, and a book "Records of the Grand Historian" was placed on the low table. Zhao Heng asked Song Jianing to go to the couch. He hugged her and explained it to her. With his arms around, he slowly moved his right hand to the bottom of her skirt.

Song Jianing's eyes roared him like water.

Zhao Heng's breathing became heavier. After confirming that she had not been menstruated, Zhao Heng's eyes became darker. He took away the book in her hand and bowed his head to kiss her.

His spring bamboo shoots popped up again. Song Jianing knew what he wanted, so he held his chin and blushed and said, "Prince, it's not possible now..."

Zhao Heng shook her hand and his voice became hoarse: "Don't call me." He misunderstood that she was worried that the maid outside would hear it.

Song Jianing was amused by his anxious silly cleverness and looked at him. She straightened her body and mind and muttered softly. When Zhao Heng heard this, his body and mind were shocked and turned to her in disbelief. Song Jianing's face was red, but his clear almond eyes looked back boldly at him, filled with expectation and joy.

Zhao Heng slowly lowered his head and looked at her lower abdomen.

Song Jianing had already felt a slight disgusting feeling this morning. It was this that made her convinced that she was indeed pregnant. Seeing that he was stunned and his face was no longer as handsome as an immortal on his face, Song Jianing whispered: "What mom means is that I will ask the doctor to take the pulse ten days later. I'll do it. Let's invite him the next day?"

Zhao Heng was finally called back to reason by her gentle voice. Looking at her shiny eyes, a hint of uneasiness surged in his heart. He had a mouth disease. According to the wet nurse, she has been like this since she was a child. She couldn't say much when she was learning to speak. If he and her child follow him... but so what if he follows him, he still lives well. He can't stop giving birth because of those concerns.

**Retreat, Zhao Heng held her hand and said seriously: "Please now."

Song Jianing was stunned.

Zhao Heng raised his chin outside and reminded her to instruct the maid.

The prince was even more anxious than her. Song Jianing had no choice but to ask Shuang'er to make arrangements. Shuang'er ran to find Eunuch Fu excitedly. When Eunuch Fu heard that the princess might be happy, she smiled so hard that her eyes were almost gone. She immediately called a little eunuch and pointed out that she wanted to invite Mr. Liang from the most famous Chunhui Medical Center in the capital.

The little eunuch went there without stopping. Not long after, he invited the famous Mr. Liang to the royal palace. Song Jianing sat behind the gauze tent and stretched out a small hand. Mr. Liang gently pulled her pulse. After a while, he let go of his hand, and stood up and said to Prince Shou who was sitting aside: "Congratulations, Princess, this is a happy pulse. Judging from the pulse, he has been pregnant for more than a month."

Zhao Heng looked faint and said justice: "Reward."

Eunuch Fu smiled and led Mr. Liang out, and gave him a reward of fifty taels in one go, and gave two monthly payments to the servants of the royal palace this month. It was lively outside, and in the inner room, Song Jianing leaned in his prince's arms contentedly, and guessed shyly: "It may have been the one who was pregnant on the night of the Lantern Festival..."

That night, the prince was extremely enthusiastic and shouted twice.

Zhao Heng also remembered the loss of composure at that time, but fortunately, she didn't hear it.

But when she was pregnant with his child, he was about to become a father. In another eight months, he would be able to hold a child that belonged to him.

"An An." Zhao Heng lowered his head and called out to her ears.

The nickname came out of his mouth without warning, so low, light and gentle, as if it was directly imprinted on her heart. Song Jianing's body softened and his heart softened. He slowly raised his head and looked at him with watery eyes. His mother, stepfather, grandmother and sisters had called her like this. Guo Xiao had also called her in this life, but Guo Xiao called her An An Song Jianing only felt mocking. It was King Shou's turn, her husband, Song Jianing liked it so much that he wanted to hear him call him a few more.

"Take good care of the baby." Zhao Hengneng didn't say much, kiss her forehead and explain the most important thing.

Song Jianing nodded vigorously.

With good news, Song Jianing handed the letters to his sister-in-law Feng Zheng and his mother and grandmother respectively. As for Emperor Xuande, he handed them over to King Shou.

On the Duke's Mansion, Lin was overjoyed and happily reported the joy when he wrote a letter to Tingfang, the daughter of Xiongzhou.
Chapter completed!