The King of Shou did not come to the backyard at night.

Song Jianing was lying on the bed, silently guessing if something was wrong in the palace, but she was pregnant and fell asleep while lying down. After Lin coaxed Mao Ge'er back, he saw Guo Boyan sitting on the bed with his chest naked, staring at her dressing table diagonally opposite, as if he was worried about something.

"Are you upset?" Lin walked to the man and asked softly.

Guo Boyan looked at his wife, sighed, pulled Lin into his arms and whispered the matter in the court today. Yu Gong, he agreed with King Shou's words. The damage to King Shou's face had nothing to do with him, but the emperor insisted on his own. If the attack on Liao failed, it would affect the strength and weakness of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Liao Kingdom in the next few years or even more than ten years. Yu Privately, King Shou was his son-in-law, and King Shou was swept away by the emperor. He acted calmly in the palace and would definitely have an attack when he returned to the royal palace. Will his honest daughter be wronged?

When Lin heard this, he was so anxious that he broke out from his arms and said angrily: "Why is the emperor..."

Before he finished speaking, Guo Boyan covered his mouth.

Lin stared at her husband with beautiful eyes, and it took a long time to swallow her anger. A son-in-law was half a son. Although she didn't dare to really treat King Shou as her son, King Shou was considerate to her daughter. Lin liked this son-in-law. He didn't expect that Emperor Xuande was so ruthless and humiliated her son-in-law in front of all civil and military officials?

At first, he was angry, but after he was finished, Lin thought of the predicament his daughter might face and immediately became restless.

Guo Boyan comforted her: "An An is pregnant, the prince should not take his anger on her."

Lin was not worried that King Shou would bully his daughter. Just based on the protection of King Shou's daughter when Mr. Hu and his wife came to Beijing last year, Lin knew that King Shou was a real gentleman. What Lin cares about was that King Shou was wronged now, and he would definitely not take the initiative to inform his daughter about this. The daughter was kept in the dark and could not comfort King Shou in time. With such a great grievance, the prince himself kept it in his heart. What should he do if he was hurt?

"I'll send An An a letter tomorrow?" Lin discussed with her husband in a low voice.

Guo Boyan shook his head: "Send someone to comfort the prince, and even tell him that you know about it, the prince will not be happy." Even if this matter is destined to make everyone in the capital know about it, Guo Boyan believes that King Shou will not want to hear others discussing his facts.

Lin said with a moment of clarity and said worriedly: "What should I do?"

Guo Boyan patted her hand and sighed: "In a few days, this matter will definitely spread throughout the streets and alleys. The servants of the royal palace went out to do the job. When they heard a few words, they will naturally reach An'an's ears." The royal relatives and ministers have never lacked many talkers. King Shou was scolded by the emperor and could not hide it.

Lin looked east and frowned. Even if his daughter heard the sound of the wind, did that silly girl know how to comfort the wronged King Shou?

"Three days later, the emperor will lead the army in person, and I will also go with you." Seeing his wife's heart-wrenching focus on her married daughter, Guo Boyan suddenly said.

Lin was shocked and his heart immediately returned to her husband.

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In the Shou Prince's Mansion, Zhao Heng did not set foot in the backyard for two consecutive days. After returning to the mansion, he went to the study alone and did not send a message to the backyard. Song Jianing guessed that something must have happened to his prince and asked Liu Xi to inquire secretly. Zong Ze and Fu did not take the initiative to deliver the letter to him, which would definitely be inconvenient. Liu Xi asked the eunuchs in the backyard to pay attention to various news carefully and told him immediately if they found anything.

Another day later, a little eunuch who went out to buy something secretly told Liu Xi.

Liu Xi was shocked and immediately went to report to the princess.

Song Jianing was so shocked that he dropped the book in his hand. He imagined that his prince was scolded by the emperor in public. Her eyes suddenly burst into tears, feeling distressed for him and felt wronged for him. The prince had always said little, but he refused to speak easily if he told him that he had nothing to do. He said so much in one breath in the court, and he must have made a reason, but what he said was wrong. The emperor scolded him privately, how could he...

No wonder the prince didn't come to the backyard. When she was disliked by Lu Zhen, she felt embarrassed and wanted to stay alone for the rest of her life. It would be better that even the maids should not stay by her side.

Song Jianing can fully understand the prince's current mood.

But, what can she do?

Song Jianing looked out the window and was dazed. She once despised herself for being fat, so she came out with a breast cloth. The prince praised her as a jewelry-lossing third sister and a wooden box, and she became happy. But she was happy because he was the prince and the future emperor. If the emperor praised her for being good, she would definitely be really good. Now, even if she praised her hard, it would not be possible to offset the grievances brought to the prince by Emperor Xuande.

In other words, it is said that if you praise the prince for not being able to walk through this path, the prince’s mouth disease is a reverse scale that is even more fatter than hers.

Since you can't persuade the prince not to care about his mouth disease, then try to make the prince happy? If you feel good, it will be much easier to remember unhappy things.

Then how should she coax the prince?

Song Jianing touched his slightly bulging belly and suddenly made a plan to heart.

In the evening, Zhao Heng returned to his house, changed his clothes in the inner room, and went to the study without saying a word. Eunuch Fu was standing outside the study. Thinking that Wang Ye had never said a word since the court was scolded that day, and he was silent like a piece of cold jade in a human form. Eunuch Fu felt sorry for him. The prince did not speak in front of others easily, and at that time he said a bunch of four words in one breath, all for the sake of the court and the country, and a innocent heart, but the emperor poured a bucket of cold water.

"I pay homage to the princess."

Zong Ze's voice suddenly came from outside, and Eunuch Fu's eyes lit up. If you want to say who is most likely to coax the prince to show his face again, it is the princess. It's like a drowning person meeting a savior, Eunuch Fu drove out lightly. Seeing the princess wearing a light pink wool outside the door, Eunuch Fu felt as if he saw a watery lotus flower in a hot day, his heart felt relieved.

"The princess is here." Eunuch Fu said softly, observing the princess' expression in his eyes. It's not that he doesn't want to report the news, but the prince is really angry. Eunuch Fu was afraid that the prince would not coax it well and was vented by the prince in vain, and the prince was also afraid that the prince could see that it was the news he secretly handed to the princess the blame on him.

Eunuch Fu was nervous and careful. Song Jianing looked at the study window and smiled in his usual tone, "I have something to ask the prince, is the prince busy?"

"Princess, I'll go and ask." This time, Eunuch Fu didn't dare to ask the princess to go in directly. He took a few steps back and lowered his head into the study. Seeing that the prince held the book and lowered his eyes to read the book, as if he hadn't heard anything, Eunuch Fu asked in a lower voice: "Prince, the princess has something to ask for, and is waiting outside the door."

Zhao Heng looked at the door and lowered it again. After a while, he put the book on the table and picked up the tea bowl.

Eunuch Fu understood and went out to invite the princess in.

Song Jianing breathed a light sigh, there was no sound inside, she was really afraid that the prince would not see her.

Eunuch Fu sent her to the door, and he stopped waiting outside and raised the curtain for the princess. Song Jianing lowered his head and looked up, and saw her Prince Shou sitting behind the desk, wearing a dark robe, with a cold expression, rather than her familiar indifference. Seeing his eyes on the scroll in her hand, Song Jianing smiled slightly and said softly as he walked towards him: "Prince, I suddenly want to learn painting these two days. I drew one this morning. I feel quite satisfied. The prince will help me judge?"

Zhao Heng stared at her for a few glances and nodded.

Song Jianing smiled shyly, walked to him, and spread the scroll bit by bit. Before the painting was revealed, her fair and delicate fingers twisted silently, and it became a scene. Her gaze couldn't help but move up along her little hand, and Zhao Heng saw her white and tender wrist again, wearing the blood jade bracelet he gave last year on his left wrist.

Her hands were moving, and the bracelet swayed. Zhao Heng looked at the bracelet and was a little distracted. She really liked the bracelet. She never left her body during the day and night. When she hugged him at night, the bracelet kept rubbing down his back... As the thought came to Zhao Heng could no longer hit him, and he was crazy and lingering in his mind countless times. His body had been empty-handed for more than three months, and he was instantly ready to move.

Just a bracelet...

Last time she came to the study and gave him a soup, he couldn't help but lose control. This woman could not step into his study at all.

Song Jianing had already unfolded the painting and found that he had closed his eyes for some reason. She kept silent cautiously, but the man kept closed. She clearly saw it but didn't speak, and it seemed that she could easily reveal that she knew about him. Her thoughts flew around. Song Jianing looked at her own painting, bit her lip, and then asked in annoyance: "The prince closed his eyes, is it that I painted too ugly?"

Zhao Heng was suppressing the sudden **. Hearing this, he opened his eyes, looked down, and saw her painting. On the pale yellow rice paper was a lotus picture, and the lotus painting skills were ordinary. At this time, Zhao Heng had no interest in commenting at all. However, although the three carp under the lotus leaves were insufficient, they were a little agile. Zhao Heng focused on looking at these three fish, and soon found that these three fish should be a family of three, two large and one small. Among the big fish, one fish had a long body, one was much shorter, and it was chubby... like her.

Since the little fat fish looks like her, is it that slender...

Zhao Heng went to see the fish that seemed to him next to him. After looking at it for a while, his eyes moved to the little fish. Seeing that she had drawn the little fish fat, a scene immediately appeared in Zhao Heng's mind: She was sitting at the desk and telling the child "Records of the Grand Historian". Her big face was chubby, and the small one was exactly the same as her mother... If she really looked like her, she should be her daughter.

He was full of thoughts, and Song Jianing stood aside and secretly observed him. Seeing the thin layer of frost on Prince Jun's face gradually melting, it returned to its usual indifference, and even calmer, Song Jianing felt that he had painted the painting correctly and asked in a low voice: "Prince, how did I draw it?"

Zhao Heng looked up and met her watery almond eyes full of expectations. He said solemnly: "Ugly."

...This is too merciless.

Song Jianing unconsciously pouted, knowing that she had painted for a long time and had been scrapped for a piece of rice paper that she could draw. She tried hard to please him, but she had only got a cold "ugly".

"Thank you for your advice, I will continue to practice." Song Jianing forced a smile and reached out to put away the painting.

Zhao Heng put away the scroll in advance and inserted it into the blue and white porcelain painting jar next to it.

Song Jianing opened his mouth blankly.

"Grinding." Zhao Heng ordered.

When she guessed that he wanted to teach her to paint, Song Jianing was overjoyed and started working as a little maid. Seeing that the man was looking at her, Song Jianing turned his head and looked at him. She smiled with satisfaction. Her sweet and simple smile was like a spring breeze, blowing away the coldness that had been hovering in Zhao Heng's heart for many days.

He knew what kind of person his father was, but he couldn't choose to protect himself even though he knew the timing of the Northern Expedition was wrong. Therefore, Zhao Heng did not regret what he did that day. He just...

"Prince, OK."

A familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. Looking at the little princess who was most satisfying around him, Zhao Heng smiled.
Chapter completed!