After the banquet ended, Song Jianing took a break for half an hour and then went to take a shower.

During this month, Song Jianing had wiped his body, but he had not washed his hair once. Song Jianing could smell some smell. It was really hard for the prince to tolerate sleeping with her. It was cold in winter, so Song Jianing specially chose to take a shower for a while, so that he would have to dry his hair after washing at night, which would delay his work.

"After the princess gave birth to the little princess, her body seemed to be even tender, like the little princess." Shuang'er said while serving the master to scrub the bath. Seeing his master's delicate and tender ice and snowy skin that could be rubbed red with a little force, she said in an envious and emotional manner.

Song Jianing looked down, but the prince looked at her, as if he was admiring calligraphy and paintings, and seriously called her embarrassed and shy, and then he was complacent because of his seriousness, thinking that he was indeed good-looking, otherwise how could the prince look so seriously?

Liu'er shampooed her hair from behind, Jiu'er poured hot water into the bathtub at any time, and prepared two large bathtubs in the house, which were completely washed. Song Jianing quickly moved to another bathtub with a layer of dried roses slowly, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the long-lost relaxation, and his skin seemed to be yelling comfortably.

After soaking for a quarter of an hour, Song Jianing stepped out reluctantly. Shuang'er and Liu'er immediately wrapped her with a thick towel and wiped it gently. Song Jianing was kneaded by two maids like a child. Jiuer opposite him held her clothes and laughed. Song Jianing's face was red and she didn't feel cold at all.

Put on a warm middle robe, and then put on a red concubine jacket outside. When her hair was almost dry, the sky was getting dark outside. On the way to the inner room, imagine the look of the prince looking at her for a while. Song Jianing was in a daze back to the day she just got married. He felt nervous just because of the idea of ​​getting along with the prince alone.

However, when she blushed around the screen, she saw King Shou sitting on the head of the bed holding his daughter, holding his daughter's small hand in his big hand, and was full of concentration, and he didn't glance at her at all, as if he didn't know she was coming. Song Jianing was a little disappointed, and then he thought that she had just taken a shower and couldn't help but think about it. It was normal for the prince to coax his daughter here without that kind of thought.

After being relieved, Song Jianing sat next to his man, lowered his head, and saw his daughter grinning slightly, as if she was smiling.

"Zhaozhao, do you miss your mother?" Song Jianing gently held his daughter's little feet in socks and said softly.

Zhao Zhao blinked and looked at his mother.

The daughter recognized her voice, Song Jianing smiled, Zhao Heng obeyed her daughter's wishes and handed her daughter over to the princess. Song Jianing held her little daughter, and forgot about the charming beauty. She pinched the golden jade long-lived lock on her daughter's chest and shook it. She looked up and said to her husband, "This is given by my mother, Zhaozhao likes it the most."

Her almond eyes were bright, like pearls moistened in the water. Zhao Heng smiled and asked, "How can I see?" Her daughter couldn't speak.

Song Jianing took off the blood jade bracelet on his wrist as if showing off, put his daughter on the bed, then picked up the long-lived lock on his daughter's chest, and both of them were held in front of his daughter. Zhao Zhao turned around and looked like his mother's almond eyes, and soon stared at the long-lived lock on his mother's left hand. The little eyes were like when her mother was standing under the persimmon tree and staring at the largest persimmon on the top.

Song Jianing was devoted to teasing his daughter, while Zhao Heng looked at his gentle and beautiful wife, but remembered what happened a few years ago.

His princess may have something to hide from him, but Zhao Heng never doubts her character. He believes that what he sees is the real her. He is like a child when he is innocent, and when he is well-behaved, he makes people want to protect her. When he is charming, he also wants to bury her in her forever...

"Set up the meal." Zhao Heng whispered in a low voice.

Song Jianing didn't eat much at noon, and was indeed hungry. He smiled and told the maids.

After dinner, the wet nurse wanted to carry her daughter to the ear room. The heavy snow fell outside the window. Song Jianing was worried that the wet nurse would not walk steadily, so she put on her cloak and wanted to follow her. Zhao Heng accompanied her. On the way, he saw her staring at the wet nurse. Zhao Heng looked at the cradle in the wet nurse's arms, suddenly looked up and looked towards the direction of the Duke's Mansion.

What Guo Xiao wanted to do was to covet her secretly or to take action, it was not important. It was important whether he, the King of Shou, had the ability to protect his princess and protect his newly born little princess. In the past, Zhao Heng didn't want to fight, but just wanted to be a leisure prince. That day, the princess gave birth to a child in the backyard. Zhao Heng sat alone in the study. At first, he was angry with Guo Xiao's provocation, angry with her deception, and his mood was like waves. Until he figured out the truth, Zhao Heng felt calm again and went to the backyard to see his princess immediately.

In the past, he was alone, and the only thing he needed to worry about was his brother. Now he is her husband and daughter's father. When outsiders come to provoke him, he will solve the problem outside. In the palace, he wants the mother and mother to live a safe life and be worry-free for the rest of their lives.

"It's getting late, the princess should go back quickly." When he arrived at the door of the ear room, the wet nurse advised respectfully.

Song Jianing looked at his tightly wrapped daughter, nodded, and watched the wet nurse step into the door steadily, then walked back. After walking a few steps, a strong arm suddenly appeared on her waist, and her legs suddenly flew into the air. Song Jianing looked up in shock, and looked at the red lantern under the eaves of the corridor and saw the handsome face of his prince.

"Prince." Song Jianing called in a low voice.

Zhao Heng glanced at her and continued to strode forward.

Song Jianing held the hand stove and leaned into his arms. It seemed that not long after, he was carried into the thrust bed in the inner room. Song Jianing opened his eyes and put the stove in his hand on the cabinet in time. Almost as soon as the stove was removed, the man suddenly lowered his body and couldn't wait to put her on the bed.

Song Jianing's heart thumped, and his almond eyes looked at him blurredly. He came to take off her clothes. Song Jianing couldn't help but hold him to pull him. Ten months, ten months, Song Jianing had never felt the prince's enthusiasm. She longed for him to go from a high god to an ordinary strong man, longed for him to possess again and again, longed for this taciturn prince, and expressed his love for her in another way.

Her initiative even more stimulated Zhao Heng. Before their clothes were taken off, he hugged her legs and rushed in impatiently.

"Prince, wait..." It's been a long time since this happened. Song Jianing couldn't stand it. He grabbed his shoulder with his little hand and begged him with a breath.

Zhao Heng lowered his head, looked at her misty almond eyes, her red cheeks, and her wet red lips. As he looked, Zhao Heng leaned over and blocked her mouth. Song Jianing instinctively hugged his neck, entangled with him affectionately. As he kissed him, he sent him with all his strength, almost killing her.

But Song Jianing liked him so much. After a brief discomfort, she immediately relaxed. No matter how he made trouble, she wrapped his neck tightly, either crying or begging, calling out the prince, and her heart was full of her prince. Only when she was with this man for two lifetimes could Song Jianing realize what real happiness was.

He took her in his heart, he gave her a title, and more importantly, he also gave her a beautiful and lovely daughter.

Song Jianing doesn't care whether it is the emperor or not.
Chapter completed!