Song Jianing stood in front of the washing rack and washed his hands carefully. In fact, his hands were already clean, but Guo Xiao's touch seemed to be stuck to the back of his hand, which made her more disgusted than when he pressed her on the mountain that day. At that time, she did not get married, and Guo Xiao had the idea that only violated the ethics of step-brother and sister, but today she is a wife, Guo Xiao...

Song Jianing closed his eyes and sighed: "Change the water."

Shuang'er looked at the master in confusion, took the copper basin and quickly changed into another basin of clean water. Song Jianing washed it again, and when she heard the sound of her daughter on the bed, she felt a little relieved. She wiped her hands, suppressed the resistance and irritability brought by Guo Xiao for the time being, and went to bed to coax her daughter.

Zhaozhao lay on the bed on his back. When he saw his mother, the little girl raised her lips and smiled happily at her mother.

All Song Jianing's worries were melted by his daughter's carefree smile. He sat on the bed and bowed his head to kiss his daughter.

With her daughter, Song Jianing no longer felt bored in the palace. When her daughter woke up, she threw her mind on her daughter, and accompanied the little girl to sleep with her. When her daughter slept, she also took the opportunity to rest, rest for a while, and washed her face. The sun was red outside and fell down unknowingly. Song Jianing held her daughter and sat on the warm couch, pointed out the glass window, and said softly: "In a while, the father will be back."

Zhaozhao didn't know what her mother was saying, and looked at her with her watery almond eyes... her fingers.

Song Jianing smiled and squirted on his daughter's tender face.

Zhao Zhao looked at her mother and suddenly urged her to eat well. Song Jianing glanced at the wet nurse and two maids who were serving her in the room, moved to the corner of the wall connecting the windowsill between the warm couch wall and fed her daughter to the outside. Zhao Zhao grabbed her mother's clothes with one hand and ate very vigorously. Song Jianing looked at her daughter and looked out the window. As soon as she fed the little girl, she suddenly saw two figures turning around in the corridor, and her prince was in front of her.

Song Jianing smiled, quickly tidied up his clothes, then raised his daughter and asked her to look outside.

The faces of the mother and the mother were immediately reflected on the glass window. Zhao Zhao's faces were not visible clearly, but Song Jianing's gentle smile was clearly visible. Zhao Heng took a look, continued to move forward, and soon walked to the main hall. There was no one left, so Song Jianing also held his daughter and moved to the edge of the bed, and the mother and the mother and the mother were waiting together.

The curtain was opened, and Zhao Heng stepped in in a tea-white robe.

"Prince." The wet nurse, Shuang'er and Liu'er saluted together.

Zhao Heng's eyes swept over the wet nurse and fell on his princess. Song Jianing used to observe her husband's face. In her arms, Zhao Zhao saw her father and said happily, with a bright almond eyes looking at her father. Zhao Heng's expression was a little slow, and he took over his daughter wearing a thick cotton coat and sat next to Song Jianing.

The family of three wanted to talk about family life together. The wet nurse led Shuang'er. Liu'er silently bowed and said she was leaving. She was about to walk to the door. A cold voice suddenly came from the front of the couch: "Miao stays."

The wet nurse was shocked. Miao was her, but except for the fact that she had just confirmed that she would take care of the little princess, the prince never said a word to her again. The prince was not talking. If any servant in the royal palace could get the prince's words, others would praise the ancestral tomb in his family. But the wet nurse was not happy at all. The prince's voice seemed to be wrong...

Shuang'er, Liu'er withdrew. The wet nurse turned around in fear, glanced at the prince quickly, then lowered her eyes and waited.

Song Jianing looked at his prince in confusion, and Zhao Heng held his daughter's small hand in his hand, only looking at his daughter.

The eunuch Fu, who followed in, nodded to Song Jianing, and then interrogated the master: "Today, you went to the palace with the princess and met Lord Guo at the entrance of the palace. The princess asked you to hand over the princess to Lord Guo?"

The wet nurse looked confused and didn't understand such a trivial matter. However, Song Jianing suddenly shrank and did not dare to see the prince beside her. How did the prince know about this? Apart from Guo Xiao holding his daughter, did the prince know anything else? Who reported this to the prince, and how much did that person know?

Just when Song Jianing was frightened, the wet nurse told the truth: "No, it's Lord Guo who wants to hold the princess..."

Eunuch Fu raised his eyebrows, but his voice did not change much. He said in a chattering manner: "Mr. Guo wants to hug the princess, you give it to me. Is that if you want to hug the princess, you won't stop him?"

The wet nurse finally understood what she did wrong. She paled and knelt down, kowtowed to Prince Shou and apologized: "Prince, I know my mistake. I will never dare to take action again next time. If there was no order from the prince and the princess, who dared to steal the princess, I would not have asked him to succeed even if I tried my best."

She really knew that she was wrong. Although the wet nurse also felt wronged, Lord Guo was the prince of the Duke's Mansion and the princess's brother. It was natural for uncles to hold his niece. Who would have thought that the prince would object? She had never heard of any holidays between the prince and the Duke's Mansion before, otherwise she would not have given the prince to Lord Guo even if she heard any news.

Eunuch Fu turned his head and looked at his master.

Zhao Heng finally glanced at the wet nurse again. When the princess was about to give birth, he prepared four wet nurses in total and observed them for two months, leaving two honest and honest ones. The daughter was just born and brought them to two wet nurses for trial feeding. The milk of the wet nurse was even more liked by her daughter, so she was left with one.

The wet nurse cannot be replaced easily, and she is not guilty of anyone who knows it, so she will not be severely punished.

"Ten." Zhao Heng withdrew his gaze.

Eunuch Fu understood and admonished the wet nurse: "The prince remembers that you have served the princess for more than three months, and I will give you another chance. This time I will only be fined ten times, which is to make you remember the lesson. The princess's golden branches and jade leaves, how can anyone just hold it if you want?"

"I remember, I will never dare to make a decision again." The wet nurse lay on the ground and said with gratitude. Compared to being expelled from the prince's mansion, Shibanzi was just a tragedy, and she endured it.

It was time for the lesson to be taught, and Eunuch Fu led the wet nurse away and went to the side hospital to make a board.

In the East Side, there was only a family of three left. Zhao Zhao didn't know anything. She lay obediently in her father's arms, holding her father's big hands to play. Zhao Heng lowered his head slightly, looked at his daughter with a handsome face, but his eyes turned to the princess next to him.

Song Jianing's face was as white as paper. What does the prince punishing the wet nurse in front of her mean? The prince doesn't want Guo Xiao to hold his daughter. Is he simply not likes outsiders to hold his daughter, or does he know what Guo Xiao thinks about her?

Regarding her innocence, Song Jianing did not dare to confess her entanglement with Guo Xiao. She glanced at the man's clothes and the noble and elegant look of tea. Song Jianing adjusted his emotions secretly, then looked up at him and asked in a low voice: "Prince, does the prince not like his brother holding Zhaozhao?" Grandmother and mother hugged Zhaozhao, and the prince acquiesced.

Zhao Hengguang also knew that she was scared by him when he heard the sound. He glanced at her and said, "It's not my uncle."

As early as the day she gave birth to her daughter, Zhao Heng believed that his little princess had no old love with Guo Xiao based on her previous behavior. At least she was ruthless to Guo Xiao, and that was all the fault of Guo Xiao. It was Guo Xiao's fault to get close to her, and it was Guo Xiao's fault to hug her daughter. He punished the wet nurse just to let her understand his attitude towards Guo Xiao, rather than to scare her.

Song Jianing thought of various reasons, but he never thought about his own uncle. Following the uncle, when he heard the prince's explanation, Song Jianing's heart was relieved. After thinking for a moment, Song Jianing suddenly realized that if the prince knew that Guo Xiao was frivolous, he would probably question her as soon as he came back, so how could he deal with the wet nurse first?

With a false alarm, Song Jianing relaxed his body and looked at his daughter who was held by him. Song Jianing thought for a while and whispered: "I don't like him to hug Zhaozhao either, for fear that he wouldn't hug him."

Zhao Heng raised his eyes and saw her white and tender face like lilac petals, with long eyelashes hanging densely, covering up the emotions in his eyes. His red lips were slightly pleated, and he was afraid that others would pursue her even complaining. He only said a little bit of the other party's little evil and barely exhaled his anger.

What did Guo Xiao do to her? Her body is completely his, but has Guo Xiao touched her?

Zhao Heng had no idea, and he could not ask her. If there was really something wrong, she would probably have to seek death first.

However, thinking that Guo Xiao might have touched her hand and kissed her lips...

Zhao Heng pursed his lips.

As night fell, Shuang'er and the wet nurse took the little princess away. The wet nurse was healthy and could still walk after being beaten with ten steps, but Song Jianing did not dare to let the wet nurse carry his daughter for the time being, so he specially asked Shuang'er to send her over. The wet nurse would just feed her daughter at night and take a picture. When her daughter left, Song Jianing served the prince with loose clothes.

After the screen, Zhao Heng looked down at her. For some reason, the situation of Guo Xiao getting along with her suddenly appeared in his mind. Guo Xiao handed her daughter to her. When she went to pick her up, Guo Xiao was as close as he was now? Did Guo Xiao stare at her like he did, and did he smell the fragrance on her body?

Zhao Heng breathed a lot, and before he could take off his clothes, he suddenly strangled Song Jianing's waist. Song Jianing was shocked and looked up. Before he could see the person clearly, he caught his mouth. Without a gentle kiss, he broke in directly. Song Jianing was kissed like this for the first time by him. He was confused and was inexplicably throbbing. He was afraid of being disliked for a day. His legitimate husband was so enthusiastic... After a brief accident, Song Jianing took the initiative to tiptoe and wrapped his hands around his neck. The more anxious he was, the more obedient she would be, and cooperated with him wholeheartedly. He liked to kiss her tongue, so she would never hide, but instead gave it to him obediently.

One is the prince who is usually cold and indifferent, only enthusiastic at night, and the other is the prince who is respectful and gentle during the day and dares to be bold and unrestrained at night. The two of them form a pair, which is comparable to adding fuel to the fire. Zhao Heng is much taller than her, and it is too tired to bend over and kiss her. He picks up her legs with one hand and wants to hug her. Song Jianing is tired even when he tiptoes. He notices his intention, and immediately raises his other leg.

Zhao Heng held his hands and she suddenly became taller. He held his shoulders with both hands, lowered his head, his cheeks were rosy, and his almond eyes were full of affection.

Zhao Heng likes her the most. Looking at the little princess's shy but bold eyes looking at him, Zhao Heng moved his Adam's apple and asked for the first time: "Like it?" Her eyes at this moment, Zhao Heng only showed her when she was eating her favorite food and pastry. The other thing was the couple's bed.

Song Jianing was surprised that he actually spoke. Which girl was embarrassed to admit that she liked being intimate? Song Jianing was embarrassed. She also wanted to be reserved, but when she recalled what she did just now, she ate his tongue and hugged his waist and legs, and now she was held high by him. Song Jianing really didn't have the same face to lie.

Since she couldn't lie, Song Jianing hugged his shoulder shyly, laying her face outward on his shoulder, and nodding softly.

Zhao Heng rubbed her neck and said hoarsely: "How much do you like it?"

When he was willing to speak, it was always a good mood. Song Jianing wanted to hear him say more, so he suppressed the reserve that the woman should have and turned slowly, not looking at his eyes, but just leaned against his ears. Zhao Hengda grabbed her legs with his hand, thinking she would say something, but what he waited for was the earlobes being held in her soft mouth...

Zhao Heng was not prepared and unconsciously let out a muffled groan.

Song Jianing's heart trembled and let go of his mouth. Just as he was about to see what the prince looked like, the prince suddenly strode towards the raft bed, leaping like the wind.

Song Jianing understood, the prince liked her very much.

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