What did he say?

Looking at the strange-looking princess, Zhao Heng tried to recall that his daughter just now looked up at him with a white and clean face and moist big eyes. He praised her daughter for being beautiful and didn't say anything special.

Zhao Heng looked puzzled.

Song Jianing excitedly reminded him: "The prince praised Zhao Zhao for being beautiful."

Zhao Heng nodded and praised him.

Song Jianing couldn't help but urged: "The prince praised him again."

Zhao Heng was puzzled, but staring at his daughter, Zhao Heng smiled and touched his daughter's head and said, "Zhao Zhao looks good."

Zhao Zhao grinned, after eating a few bites of food from his father, and being praised by his father a few more words, the little girl had already accepted the father again.

"No, what the prince just said was that Zhao Zhao was so beautiful." Song Jianing's almond eyes were corrected brightly.

Zhao Heng didn't think much about it. Since she insisted, he smiled and said to his daughter: "Zhao Zhaozhen..."

Halfway through, Zhao Heng suddenly stopped and finally understood the meaning of the princess. Zhao Zhao looked so beautiful. He had just said five words smoothly. Even now, Zhao Heng felt that he could say the remaining two "good-looking" ones. His daughter was still looking at him. In his daughter's eyes that looked very similar to her, Zhao Heng saw his own shadow, and it seemed that he had seen him ten years ago.

He realized that he could not please his father no matter what, Zhao Heng was silent for a long time, not saying a word. Looking back now, he was angry with himself, angry with his father and the entire palace. What he thought was that if he didn't speak, no one would laugh at him. But he was not a mute after all. He didn't speak when he was supposed to speak, but it was even more eye-catching. Those people thought he couldn't even say the simplest words, so they continued to express sympathy to him.

Zhao Heng does not need sympathy.

He asked Eunuch Fu to stay in the yard, and he stayed alone in the room to practice speaking. From two words to three words to four words, Zhao Heng could not remember how many four-character poems and articles he had recited. He could say four words more fluently. Zhao Heng continued to practice five words, but no matter how many times he practiced, a certain character in the middle would definitely be tied.

Now, he...

"Prince, the prince is also praising me." The man's expression was complicated. Song Jianing didn't know what he thought of, but just looked at his lower eyes. Song Jianing felt distressed inexplicably, and felt that the prince might have remembered some unhappy things. Song Jianing was stupid and didn't know how to comfort the prince, so he had to move over and hug him and act coquettishly. He had a cold appearance, but he was a considerate person. Every time she acted coquettishly, the prince would give it to him.

The little princess leaned over softly, her head pressed against his back, and her hands wrapped around her waist. Zhao Heng leaned his head and saw her legs stretched out, light pink mid-trousers, and a pair of white lotus feet were exposed from her legs. Zhao Heng thought of him holding her in the bathtub. She couldn't stand her feet against the edge of the bucket and her instep stretched straight...

She wanted him to praise her, and she wanted to listen to five words of praise.

She was dependent on others, but Zhao Heng thought she was seductive. The poem she had read in some unknown place naturally emerged: "There is a banshee and beautiful..."

In daily chat, the speed of speaking will be fast. When reciting poems and writing, the speed of speaking will spontaneously slow down, which has a unique artistic conception. Listening to the prince's clear and melancholy pronounce the word "demon" in a low voice, Song Jianing blushed and couldn't help but secretly wonder where he was. When he heard the word "li", the shame turned into sweetness. He also wanted to hear what was below, but Zhao Heng remembered the source of this poem, "I'm a poor life".

The poem has a bad meaning, so Zhao Heng stopped in time.

To prevent her from being entangled, Zhao Heng patted her hand and said seriously: "Let's have a meal." What poem do you hear?

Song Jianing's cheeks were hot and he took the initiative to ask for praise. He was quite shameless. After letting go of the man, Song Jianing returned to his original position and sat down. He picked up the bowl and ate a few bites of rice quietly before secretly glanced at him. Zhao Heng was feeding his daughter, and noticed her peeping. Zhao Heng's eyes moved slightly, but did not raise up to look at her.

Song Jianing was also thinking about his worries. The prince said five words and could read the poem with five words. Does this mean that the prince's stuttering has improved? Or has it just made a little progress? As long as the prince tried it, the question would be answered immediately, but the prince was so calm and did not seem to be in a hurry to try it.

After lunch, Shuang'er also brought Song Jianing's clothes to change. Song Jianing walked to the screen to change clothes. Zhao Heng held his daughter in his bed and lowered his head to tease his daughter. Perhaps it was because of his father-daughter nature. Zhao Zhao quickly fell in love with his father. Zhao Heng just had a little girl's nose, and Zhao Zhao giggled and was very happy.

Song Jianing served the prince three times in a short time, but now she was so sleepy. Seeing that the father and daughter were having a good time, Song Jianing stood in front of the screen. When the prince saw him, Song Jianing quietly pointed at the door, meaning that she would go back to the backyard first. Song Jianing thought of her husband, but she wanted to give the father and daughter time to spend alone during the day. She was by her side, and the prince couldn't let go of her figure and tease her daughter. Maybe she left, and the prince would try to say more.

Zhao Heng did have something to do, so he nodded.

Song Jianing left lightly, Zhao Zhao sat on his father's lap with his back to the bed, not knowing that his mother left her and ran away...

There was only father and daughter left in the bedroom. Looking at the daughter who didn't understand anything, Zhao Heng was silent for a moment, pinched his daughter's armpits with both hands and asked her to stand on his lap, then kissed the little girl's forehead, and said in a voice that only her daughter could hear clearly: "Father wants..." The first time he deliberately tried to say more, Zhao Heng paused and continued: "Father wants Zhaozhao."

As soon as he said that, Zhao Heng closed his eyes and rubbed his daughter's face.

When Zhao Zhao heard her father call her, she raised her fat hand and touched her father's big face. The soft touch gradually melted the heart in Zhao Heng's chest. Zhao Heng tilted his head and met his daughter's beautiful big eyes. Zhao Heng smiled: "The eyes are like your mother." He did not have the first time nervousness, and this time he said it more naturally.

But this sentence caused trouble. When Zhao Zhao blinked his eyes, suddenly turned his head and looked back. He didn't see his mother, and there was no shadow behind the screen. Zhao Zhao turned his neck and searched again. He was anxious. Xiaopang pointed at the screen and said to his father in confusion. Zhao Heng had already experienced his daughter's stickiness to his mother, and he tentatively said without any hope: "The father coaxed Zhao Zhao."

Zhao Zhao couldn't understand and didn't want to listen. She looked at the door and her little face wrinkled, and she was about to cry. After all, she was not familiar with her father.

Zhao Heng sighed, immediately put his shoes on the floor, and took his daughter to find his mother.

Song Jianing had just taken off her outer robe and lay down. To be honest, she really wanted to sleep comfortably by herself now. Her waist and legs were weak, and she was so tired. Before going to bed, she recalled the relationship with the prince and looked forward to the prince's treatment of his mouth disease. Before she could finish her dream, the maids salutes came from the yard.

Song Jianing sat up with his waist. Seeing his daughter who was reaching out to her from afar, Song Jianing smiled bitterly and joked, "I can't just be lazy and rest for a while." He used to be tired of playing with his daughter every day, but today, when the prince came back, Song Jianing suddenly had the idea of ​​being lazy because he knew that another person would help her take care of her daughter.

Zhao Heng glanced at the hand she placed on her waist, took it seriously, sat on the bed and said, "You sleep, I'll coax Zhaozhao."

Song Jianing tried to lie down. Zhao Zhao broke away from his father's hand, twisted and crawled into his mother's arms, asking her to hug her. Song Jianing hugged her daughter and closed her eyes to pat her. Zhao Zhao didn't want to sleep, so she sat up and looked at her mother. Seeing that her mother was closing her eyes, the little girl crawled over and wanted to lift her mother's eyelids.

Zhao Heng was surprised, why is his daughter so bad?

"Zhaozhao." Zhao Heng brought his daughter over in time and surrendered to her daughter: "Don't bully my mother."

Zhao Zhao opened her mouth slightly and stared at her father blankly.

Song Jianing opened his eyes and saw that the father and daughter were extremely serious and the other was confused. He felt warm in his heart. He smiled and mentioned the child's father: "Zhao Zhao is too young, I can't understand."

Seeing that her eyes were difficult to open, Zhao Heng couldn't bear it, so he signaled her to continue sleeping. He picked up his daughter and walked out. Zhao Zhao wanted to stay by his mother's side, and hummed and wanted to cry. Zhao Heng patted his daughter on the back and whispered: "Mom, go to bed, father will accompany Zhao Zhao."

Zhao Zhao was not that easy to coax. Fake crying didn't work, so he was ready to cry. Zhao Heng tried hard to recall how she coaxed her daughter. With a big hand, he pulled down the jade pendant on his waist and handed it to his daughter. Zhao Zhao hugged the jade pendant with both hands, looked at his father again, and finally stopped crying, lowered his head and played with fresh things seriously.

The father and daughter returned to the front yard, and no one disturbed them. Zhao Heng said a lot to his foolish daughter, such as "I like to play with jade pendants", "Zhao Zhao is really smart", etc., and there are important matters related to the country, such as "The Yellow River needs to be changed", "Beware of precautions" and other important matters related to the country. The father said, Zhao Zhao was half lying on his father's body to play, and the father raised her up and put her on his chest. Although Zhao Zhao couldn't understand what the father was muttering, he liked the father who was more and more powerful. When he was tired of playing, he fell asleep in his father's arms.

Zhao Heng looked at his daughter and tried to say six words, but it was not possible for the time being.

But Zhao Heng finally saw hope to cure his mouth disease, and this hope was given to him by his daughter. Zhao Heng leaned over and kissed his daughter's fat face gently, and his eyes depicting his daughter's eyebrows and eyes that looked like her. Zhao Heng felt a move in his heart and asked Eunuch Fu to guard his daughter. He went to the backyard to find his wife.

Song Jianing slept soundly, it was a little hot at noon, and the quilt had been thrown away by her. Zhao Heng picked up the gauze tent and saw her lying on the outside, with a blushing face and naturally charming and charming. He stretched out his hand. The blood jade bracelet set off her snow-white wrists, one red and one white, making people's bloodlines. If he hadn't known that she was not so scheming, Zhao Heng would have suspected that she was pretending to be sleeping and seducing people.

My daughter is his little baby, and this is the big baby. Without her, he is still alone and alone. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, is no different.

Zhao Heng walked to the edge of the bed, pressed her shoulder and let her lie flat, and he slowly pressed on him.

Song Jianing hummed and opened a gap of eyes sleepy. Seeing him in this position, Song Jianing muttered and begged, "Is it good tonight?" She was really tired.

"Okay." Zhao Heng said softly.

Song Jianing believed it, but after waiting for a while, he was still lying on her.

Song Jianing was a little awake. Since the prince thought so, she worked hard and served the prince again. Holding on to start early and finish early to go to bed early, Song Jianing closed his eyes and untied his clothes and asked you to taste it. She changed into a light green pocket, and a thin layer of gauze half-covered and added temptation. Zhao Heng took a few more glances, but he still lay on his side, then hugged the person in his arms and hugged each other.
Chapter completed!