In April, the grass is growing and the birds are flying, and the flowers are green and willows are green. Even though I had just experienced a war, there are still large picturesque scenery outside Chengdu.

Zhao Heng held his lost princess in one hand, and clenched the reins in the other hand and galloped on the horse. She came back, and the moment she recognized him in front of the city gate, Zhao Heng's head was empty, or was completely occupied by the only thought. He wanted to be with her, only with her, and he would not disturb anyone or anything.

The couple was entangled like vines, and Song Jianing buried it in his chest, allowing the familiar man's aura to soothe her fear that had accumulated in her heart for more than three months. Just holding it was enough. At this moment, she had no idea to speak. Zhao Heng had no intention of asking for anything, but just hugged her tightly, slowly filling her heart that had been empty for a long time.

The master had no purpose, and the horse ran forward. As he ran, the sound of gurgling water came from the front. Zhao Heng's eyes finally returned to a hint of clarity. Looking into the distance, he saw a wide flowing river, like a giant dragon winding on the earth. The bright sunshine shone on the water, sparkling, and a different kind of tranquility. There are people on the riverside who are three or three to fish. For these people, what does the emperor have to do with them? It is the most important thing to have food and land to plant.

Some children looked at them curiously, with their dark little faces simple and ignorant. For some reason, when Zhao Heng saw such an ordinary farm scene, he had nowhere to vent his fear of anxiety dissipating inexplicably, as if the previous four months were just a nightmare. Now that he woke up from his dream, he was still him, and she was still by his side.

Zhao Heng lowered his head, looked at the little head of Song Jianing buried in his chest, and almost forgot how to laugh. Prince Shou finally smiled again, rubbing gently on her head, Zhao Heng turned his horse's head and headed upstream to the river. Behind him, Eunuch Fu led a team of personal guards to follow him from afar, not only did he disturb the reunion of the prince and the princess, but also guaranteed that they could rescue him in time when someone attacked.

After calming down, Zhao Heng did not let his horse run wildly, and walked slowly along the river bank like a mountain and water. The horse's hooves were shallow, but they still alarmed the egrets living on the shore, and they all flapped their wings and flew out of the grass. The green mountains and green waters, and the egrets flew high like a fairyland. Zhao Heng's eyes softened and he smiled and reminded her: "An An, look."

Song Jianing looked up blankly, subconsciously looked at the man above his head first. His face became thinner, and his almond eyes seemed bigger and more pitiful, and he was haggard and scared inside. Zhao Heng tightened his arms and leaned over to kiss her eyebrows. Song Jianing could instinctively lower his eyes, and turned his eyes and saw the egret flying high on the river. At that moment, time seemed to stop, and the beautiful scenery made people forget everything.

Zhao Heng just hugged her and watched the birds fly away with her.

After the white dots disappeared completely in the mountains, Song Jianing's heart was taken away, his eyes darkened, and he looked at his chest nervously. When he parted, he just wanted to be reunited. Now he is reunited, and other worries are coming again. Will the prince believe in her innocence? Will he still like her as much as before?

A hand suddenly appeared on her face, and her fingertips gently stroked her face with a familiar temperature. How long has it been since? Song Jianing closed his eyes and greedily enjoyed the gentleness of the prince at this time. He used to be so itchy that she had been so thin cocoon that she couldn't bear to hide.

"Slimming." Zhao Heng said with difficulty. He was so thin that he didn't dare to ask her what kind of suffering she had suffered. He felt sorry for her and felt guilty. If he could see through Guo Xiao's plan to fake death, if he had not relaxed his vigilance and withdrew the group of secret guards staring at the Duke's Mansion, Guo Xiao would not have been able to break into the back house of the royal palace without knowing it.

Just two short words evoked Song Jianing's fear of the past few months, buried it in his arms again and cried secretly.

Zhao Heng raised his head and clenched his teeth. Whether it was heartache or self-blame, he could not mention a word. If he mentioned it, it would only evoke her memories of being bullied by Guo Xiao, and would only hurt her again. If possible, Zhao Heng wanted a medicine that would make her forget her career in Shu for more than three months and allow her to continue to be the happy and satisfied little princess.

"An An doesn't cry, it's all over. When Shu is stable, we will return to Beijing immediately. Zhao Zhao misses you every day, and Brother You misses you too." Zhao Heng pressed his head against her and quietly eliminated all her concerns. "No one knows this. In the past few months, Princess Shou has been ill and has been closed to thank the guests. When we return home, everything will be as usual."

Song Jianing cried even harder. She thought the prince would dislike her, but she didn't expect that he had already made arrangements and never thought of giving up her as the princess.

"Is Zhao Zhao injured?" After enough crying, Song Jianing was the first to ask her daughter. She was taken away by Guo Xiao that day. The most worried thing was that Guo Xiao would make someone hurt Zhao Zhao with her on her back.

"I didn't hurt at all, I just miss you." Zhao Heng said holding her wet little face, helping her wipe away the tears that she couldn't finish crying, while coaxing her softly: "Zhaozhao is sensible. The night before I came to Sichuan, Zhaozhao repeatedly instructed me to bring a cloak, saying that it was cold outside and that it was necessary to keep my mother cold."

Song Jianing looked at him with tears in his face, but his mind was the obedient appearance of his daughter carefully preparing a cloak for his mother. He was soft-hearted, cried and laughed, and wished he could return to the capital immediately, carry his precious daughter and son who was under one year old in his arms, and never let go again.

"You Ge'er is also very good, she likes to play with her sister." She had too many tears, and Zhao Heng didn't have enough cuffs. She kissed her eyes helplessly, and then took out a handkerchief to help her wipe her face. Song Jianing's road back to Chengdu was dusty, with dust on her face. Zhao Heng raised her chin with one hand and gently wiped away her tears and dirt with the other hand. She was greedy and had a chubby face when she was in the palace. Zhao Heng loved to kiss her face the most, and liked her cheeks slightly bulging when she smiled. But now, she is thinner than those ladies who deliberately eat less in the capital. Not to mention poking, she can't squeeze a little meat.

"Start today, eat meat every meal and raise it early." After rubbing the left side, Zhao Heng kissed him and said in a doting way.

He always likes to tease her with fat and thinness, and Song Jianing couldn't help laughing. This smile was like the sunny rain, and the peonies in the garden bloomed. Looking at her slightly red face and the familiar shyness at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, Zhao Heng suddenly felt that as long as she could laugh like this every day, even if God wanted him to trade his life, he would be worth it.

The atmosphere became relaxed, and Zhao Heng continued to help her wipe her right face. Unexpectedly, she lowered her head, but saw a dark color the size of a grain of rice on her right neck. Zhao Heng remembered that every part of her body was as thin as cream, without any flaws. What was this dark color? Zhao Heng's face changed drastically, and he stroked his fingertips, confirming that it was indeed a scar.

"He was hurt?" He was furious, and Zhao Heng blurted out. Seeing that her eyes flashed with panic and her little face turned pale, Zhao Heng realized what he said and hugged the person tightly: "An An is not afraid, go back and apply some ointment to ensure that he will recover as before and will never leave any scars." Women all love beauty, so he could only use his appearance to divert her attention so that she would not get caught in those memories.

Song Jianing was not afraid, but unexpectedly he was out of control. He touched the scar on his neck. Song Jianing closed his eyes and leaned against his shoulder and said, "Prince, I was injured by myself. He wanted to... bully me. I pressed my scissors against my neck. He still had a little conscience and did not force me to die."

The prince must have guessed that it was Guo Xiao, otherwise he would not use "him". There was no need for Song Jianing to hide it anymore. As for whether the prince believed it or not, Song Jianing could do nothing.

She actually thought about dying for the feud?

Zhao Heng felt chill all over his body, as if he saw her lying in a pool of blood, dying with his eyes open. But if she was humiliated and died, he would rather choose one. He would rather her... He wanted her to be with him alive and stay with him, and to see her every night when she woke up. What kind of innocence and chastity is not worth mentioning compared to her life.

"Would you rather die than wait for me?" Zhao Heng asked in her ear fiercely, "If you die, what's the use of being innocent?"

He was really angry, and his arms made Song Jianing's waist and abdomen hurt, and he could hardly breathe. But Song Jianing understood what he meant. She was not afraid of the pain, but he was afraid that he would not understand her heart: "Prince, from the day when my second uncle came to Beijing and asked me not to worry in front of the Duke's Mansion, my person is yours. Except for you, who wants to touch me unless I die."

She was once abandoned by Liang Shao and regarded as a forbidden body by Guo Xiao. In her two lives, only Zhao Heng treated her sincerely and never despised her anything. Song Jianing had only gratitude and awe at first, but Zhao Heng was getting better and better with her and gave her all the respect and love that her husband could give his wife. For such a man, Song Jianing was willing to keep his integrity for him, rather than continuing to live a life of silence after being abandoned by Liang Shao like in his previous life.

Her voice was firm and righteous. Zhao Heng was not moved. He was only afraid. He held her face and looked at her eyes and said, "An An, those rules are fooling people. Men are ruthless, so they talk about the three obediences and four virtues. You are different. You are my princess and my other life. As long as you live, I don't care about anything else. Do you understand?"

Zhao Heng finished this passage in one go.

Song Jianing nodded while crying. She understood, she understood, the prince is so... so infatuated!

After saying love words and listening to love words, Song Jianing's heart was completely at ease, and then he felt that his already thin breasts were almost crushed by the prince's hard chest, so he hurriedly begged for mercy: "I won't be next time..." As he was anxious, Song Jianing spoke without saying anything, hoping that he would let go quickly.

Zhao Heng's face looked even more ugly, and he stared at her and said, "No next time." There will never be a second time in his life.

Song Jianing was slightly stunned and nodded, and was kidnapped and separated by the mother and son. She didn't want to experience it again.

Zhao Heng slowly relaxed his arms, Song Jianing breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on his shoulder, and hugged him dependently. The sound of water in the river was gurgling, Song Jianing silently recalled that over the past three months, Guo Xiao jumped off the cliff, the prince trusted her, Zhao Zhaoyou brother was fine, then only... the relatives of the Duke's Mansion were left.

Song Jianing bit his lip and did not dare to ask, but had to ask, and said in a complicated manner: "Prince, how could he guess it was him?"

Since she was not bullied by Guo Xiao, Zhao Heng didn't need to worry about this matter, and hugged her shoulder and said, "I'd known about him if he covets you."

Song Jianing raised his head in shock.

Zhao Heng touched her head and briefly told her the "good things" that Guo Xiao did before she got married.

Song Jianing was speechless for a while.

An unexpected thing? It seems that there is no. The prince of the Duke's mansion has always been like this. When he likes her, he tries his best to get her. He never cares about her feelings. He never thought that Song Jianing was also a person, not a ruthless and desireless toy.
Chapter completed!