The sound of bells came from the inner room. Shuang'er and Liu'er came in to serve together. Through the gauze tent, you can see the princess sitting in front of the bed. The prince was holding the little princess and leaning against the head of the bed, lazy and comfortable. The New Year is approaching, and the princess has been on vacation. These days, the princess always smiles on her face, and Shuang'er and his maids are also happy.

"Prince, Princess, it's snowing outside." The two women raised the tents and reported softly.

Song Jianing had just put on his embroidered shoes. Hearing this, he looked out the window in surprise, and turned his head to look at the man on the bed. Heavy snow in winter is prone to snow disasters, but auspicious snow indicates a good harvest. It is not a good thing not to snow. Last month, the prince was worried about the harvest of the next year because of a snowfall this winter. Today, he finally looked forward to snow. Is the prince definitely happy?

It was snowing, and Zhao Heng felt something was missing. He was glad for the people. When he met the princess' bright and happy eyes, Zhao Heng knew very well that the princess was happy for him to solve his worries, as if her joys, angers, sorrows and happiness were all around him. Zhao Heng enjoyed the actions she made unintentionally, thinking that his little princess really took him to heart.

"Appreciate the snow." Zhao Heng looked at her and said.

Song Jianing nodded and went to prepare the clothes his daughter wore with excitement.

"No!" My mother walked over with a thick cotton jacket, but Zhao Zhao hid behind her father, resisting wearing clothes as if she had to wash her face.

Song Jianing was so amused that she remembered that when she was a child, her younger brother Mao Geer liked to run outside, regardless of wind and rain. Why was her daughter so afraid of the cold?

"Zhaozhao is obedient, let's go and see the snow." Zhao Heng tried to pull his daughter over.

"No!" Zhao Zhao pouted and insisted, and the father's words didn't work.

Song Jianing spoiled his daughter, and Zhao Heng favored her daughter more than Song Jianing. The couple spoiled her together, and unknowingly, she raised Zhao Zhao's temper more and more. No one could force her to do anything she didn't like. Knowing that her prince was a elegant person, Song Jianing sat on the bed and said helplessly: "Your prince will go and enjoy the snow first, and I will coax Zhao Zhao again."

Zhao Heng looked at his daughter and nodded.

Zhao Zhao stared at the little cotton jacket in her mother's hand, holding her father and not letting her leave. Song Jianing handed the cotton jacket to the prince. The little girl immediately let go of her father and ran to her mother's side. She was smart and clever. Zhao Heng left with a smile. Song Jianing carried her fat and fat daughter to her legs and pushed her forehead: "You are disobedient. When the spring warms up, my father and I will not take you out to play."

Zhaozhao thought his mother was saying something good, so he looked at her and smiled foolishly.

The mother and the mother were just getting tired, and Zhao Heng returned, holding a black-glazed porcelain plate in his hand. Song Jianing raised his eyebrows in surprise. Zhao Zhao sat on his mother's lap and looked into the plate curiously. One was big and the other was the same almond eyes, black and moist. One was his wife and the other was his daughter. Zhao Heng was pleasing to the eye. He sat next to Song Jianing and then brought the black-glazed porcelain plate to his daughter.

The black-glazed porcelain plate is a little stronger than a man's big hand. The bottom of the plate is a thin layer of snowflakes. The snowflakes are thinner and whiter and brighter by the black glaze. Like a layer of fine salt, it is clearer and brighter than salt. Song Jianing has seen so many snow, but it is not as beautiful as the snow in the plate in front of him.

Zhao Zhao was born in October last year and didn't even hug her when it snowed, so today is the first time that the little girl saw snow since she was born. Not to mention it's so fresh. Zhao Zhao looked at her father and then at her mother. Suddenly, she raised her fat hand and wanted to grab the snow on the plate. Zhao Heng blocked her daughter in time. Then, under her daughter's blank gaze, Zhao Heng used his index finger to touch her belly and then stretched out toward her daughter.

What is the father going to do?

Zhao Zhao stared at the father's hand, motionless as if he had been lit with a hole, until the father's fingers were gently pressed on her chubby face. It was cold, Zhao Zhao opened his little mouth, his clear big eyes were filled with surprise, and he looked at the father with a beggar.

"Snow." Zhao Heng pointed to the layer of snow and taught his daughter.

Zhao Zhao lowered his head, looked at it for a while, and understood, pointing at the snowflakes like his father, and said crisply: "Snow."

Zhao Heng nodded and asked his daughter: "Is it good-looking?"

Zhao Zhao nodded, and wanted to reach out and touch it.

"It's cold, you can't touch it." Song Jianing grabbed his daughter's fat hand and stopped him, worried that his daughter would catch a cold.

Zhao Zhao couldn't do anything, so he continued to stare at the snowflakes. The inner room was burning with a ground dragon, and the bed was particularly warm. Not long after, the snowflakes in the black-glazed porcelain plate turned into clear water. Zhao Zhao was stunned, his eyes wide open, the snowflakes disappeared, and the little girl even tilted her head, thinking that it was her father who hid the snowflakes!

"It's snow outside, dad hug Zhao Zhao?" Zhao Heng whispered. Because his daughter couldn't say good about his father, Zhao Heng called himself a father.

Zhaozhao liked snowflakes, so he nodded immediately and leaned against his father.

Only then did Song Jianing understand the purpose of Prince Sheng Xue coming in, and couldn't help but be impressed. While taking the plate, he honestly flattered: "It's still the prince who can teach his daughter."

Zhao Heng smiled, lowered his eyes to his daughter, and did not let the princess see the slightest pride in his eyes.

Song Jianing brought his daughter's cotton jacket again. Zhao Heng took the cotton jacket and said, "I'll help Zhao Zhao, you add a cloak."

Song Jianing felt warm in his heart. He stood up and walked around the screen to put on his clothes. Through the screen, he heard the prince reminding his daughter to raise his arms and reminding him to sport shoes hard. The same four or five words, the pause in the middle became shorter and shorter, and his speech speed was no different from that of ordinary people. Song Jianing was full of hope.

The family of three was packed up. Zhao Heng held his daughter in a ball of cotton balls. Song Jianing walked beside him with a porcelain plate, and went to the beauty in the corridor to sit up and enjoy the snow. Zhao Zhao wore a fox-wool hat, with only a small face exposed outside, and her big eyes were circling around. She looked at the white roof and the treetops, and it was almost too short.

Song Jianing held a black-glazed porcelain plate and stretched out of the corridor. Zhao Heng and Zhao Zhao were all staring at it, as if this matter was so interesting.

The snowflakes were filled, Song Jianing retracted his hand, held the plate in front of his daughter, she leaned over and blew in a place, Zhao Zhao looked fun, and when she found that her mother had blown the snowflakes out of a small hole, Zhao Zhao smiled excitedly, pouted her mouth and blew it up. The mother and the mother had a lot of fun playing. Zhao Heng looked at the princess' childish pouting movement, looked at her plump and rosy lips, and suddenly wanted to do something.

Song Jianing was tired of blowing, smiled and raised his head, and unexpectedly bumped into his faint eyes.

Thinking about the fact that he must have been very stupid just now, Song Jianing blushed and turned his head to look out. As soon as he turned around, his face suddenly became cold. It was a man who wiped snow on his left nose, which was chilling. Although the prince was serious, this was not the first time he bullied her. Song Jianing gave him an angry look and raised his hand to wipe it.

"Don't move." Zhao Hengdao.

Song Jianing looked at him in confusion and consciously put down his hand.

"Zhaozhao helps mom blow." Zhao Heng pointed at her nose and coaxed his daughter.

Zhao Zhao likes to play like this, so he immediately goes to his mother's side. Zhao Heng hugged his daughter and moved. Song Jianing cooperated with their father and daughter, leaned forward with his upper body and slightly tilted his head to make it easier for his daughter to blow on her nose. Zhao Zhao is like wrapping in a silkworm cocoon, stretching his head to blow on her mother's side, but Song Jianing notices the prince's strange eyes. When he is nervous, he closes his eyes and his cheeks slowly turn red.

The daughter blew itchy, and suddenly another breath leaned over, as warm as the spring breeze. Then, something pressed on her lips and kissed her gently. Song Jianing instinctively held his arm, and his heart was about to float. The prince's trick to kiss her was even sweeter than the kiss at this time.

The couple stole the food, and Zhao Zhao suddenly discovered it. She felt that her mother was more fun than Chuxue. Zhao Zhao slapped her father on the face without any hesitation, wanting to squeeze the father away and change to kiss him. Zhao Heng laughed, and Song Jianing wiped his lower lip first before holding his daughter's face and kissing him, fooling him.

It was quiet, and a sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the street, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the Duke of Wei's Mansion.

Song Jianing's heart moved slightly, and there was a vague guess. After about a cup of tea, Eunuch Fu came over and reported with a smile: "Princess, the doorman just passed a message saying that it was the eldest girl of the Duke's Mansion and the eldest son-in-law returned to Beijing to visit the marriage." The princess and Guo Boyan's eldest daughter Tingfang knew about the same close sisters as Guo Boyan's eldest daughter.

It turns out that Sister Tingfang is back!

Song Jianing was overjoyed. Next year, the wife of the Grandma celebrated her 60th birthday. In April, Guo Xiao and Princess Duanhui got married. When her daughter was one year old in October, Tingfang's sister wrote a letter and said that the family of three would return to Beijing this year and lived until Guo Xiao got married before returning to Xiongzhou. After not seeing each other for many years, Song Jianing really wanted to meet her sister immediately, but unfortunately...

Song Jianing's expression was slightly dark. She was now the princess and rushed back in a hurry, losing the majesty of the prince's mansion. After all, she is honored.

"Please come here." Zhao Heng looked at her and ordered Eunuch Fu.

Eunuch Fu turned around and was about to leave.

"etc!"

Song Jianing rushed to stop and said, seeing that Eunuch Fu stopped, she said to her prince with a funny look: "Sister just came back. Grandmother, mother, and aunts must be thinking about it. Let's talk about it another day." She knew that the prince was kind to her, but Song Jianing knew very well that the person Tingfang's sister thought the most was the lady, and she didn't want to delay Tingfang's sister and the lady reminiscing about the past because of herself.

She has always been considerate of others, but Zhao Heng didn't want her to wait half a day. His princess wanted to see others, so she was giving the other party a favor.

"One hour." Zhao Heng looked at Eunuch Fu again.

Eunuch Fu understood, smiled at the princess and took the order to leave. Song Jianing also understood. The prince asked Eunuch Fu to invite his sister after an hour.

"The prince is so domineering." Song Jianing said quietly, turning around and looking at the Duke's Mansion, hoping that Sister Tingfang would not blame her.

One hour was enough for the Guo family to calm down the excitement of the Guo family. The lady was holding her lovely granddaughter and her eyes were reluctant to leave Tingfang for a moment. Tingfang didn't have enough eyes, she looked at her father, her brother Guo Xiao, and her half-brother Maoer. You said everything, and the Shou Prince's Mansion sent someone to pass on the message, asking Lin, Tingfang to visit the mansion, and said that the snow was heavy, so she would not work for the lady. This was a good intention.

The lady smiled and said to her granddaughter: "Look at how much the princess misses you."

Tingfang also misses her sister, and she wants to tell her a lot. Since her sister has sent someone to invite her, Tingfang immediately prepares and wants to take her daughter with her.

Guo Xiao stood silently beside his two cousins, looking at his sister's cheerful side face, but he thought of his step-sister's soft and beautiful face. She has always been cautious and never waver. She even tried to restrain her meeting with her mother once a month. Why did she suddenly have the confidence to call her sister over to visit today? I'm afraid it's what King of Shou means?
Chapter completed!