Shortly after Zhao Heng's army left Shu, he received news that Emperor Xuande was ill. The matter was serious. Zhao Heng immediately led a team of men and Song Jianing to return to Beijing first, and he was inevitably going day and night.

As night fell, the convoy continued to move forward, guards were holding lights in front and behind to open the road. Zhao Heng came back from patrol and stepped onto the carriage. When he saw Song Jianing had already laid a quilt. She sat in the light, her long hair was gently thrusting through. The black hair was as thin as the clouds, making her face thinner. Zhao Heng bent over and sat over, hugged her and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The long journey was really hard. He could go out for a walk when he was tired. She could only stay in the car and bumped in the car day and night.

Song Jianing was really uncomfortable when he was standing next to the hard car board at all times. On the way to Shu with Guo Xiao, he walked almost halfway through the waterway. The bed on the boat was comfortable. Now the prince did not have to hide from Tibet when he returned to Beijing. The official road was well connected, but no matter how spacious the carriage in the palace was, it was not as comfortable as the boat. However, Song Jianing did not feel bitter. The faster the carriage left, the happier she was.

"Is the prince sour?" After taking off his clothes, the couple lay on the short couch in the narrow car. Song Jianing poked the prince's butt curiously.

Zhao Heng:...

Except at that time, this was the first time she did this kind of action, and she was not as bold as her.

"Are you sour?" Zhao Heng also put his hand on her side. She lost weight all the time, but she was still round and upright. He... liked it very much.

Song Jianing was so simple that Zhao Heng had something else to do. Song Jianing's face was hot, and he took away his big hand covered with thin calluses and nodded softly. Since that was the case, Zhao Heng refused to stop, hugged the person tightly, and said to her ear: "I'll rub it for you."

His breath was warm, and Song Jianing's heart was beating, and he wanted to refuse. The prince of Shou was already busy. Song Jianing couldn't push it away, so he got into his arms and enjoyed silently. Not to mention, it wasn't that numb if he rubbed it like this.

"Okay, let's take a rest." Song Jianing held his hand again and said.

"Yeah." Zhao Heng responded, but his hands approached another place. Since leaving the army first, they have been sleeping honestly these days. On the road, Zhao Heng still values ​​rules. But tonight Song Jianing foolishly stirred up his fire. The narrower the bed, the closer the couple got, and Zhao Heng was ready to move.

"Prince..." Song Jianing paniced and stopped him from moving. The carriage doors and windows were cracked, and it was so embarrassing that she got on the car, not to mention that she was still in the car as a little eunuch.

Zhao Heng said nothing, but he could not refuse to help her turn around and stuffed a veil into her palm. Song Jianing held the veil, but for some reason, the next moment, Zhao Heng pressed her tightly against the wall of the car inside. Song Jianing's heart beat faster and faster. As the bumps came, he sank his waist. Song Jianing finally knew what the veil was for.

She trembled and covered her mouth, and the hand blocked the possible sounds with her fingers. Her other hand pressed against the wall of the car tightly, as if he could really knock her out. Outside the window, there was the sound of horse hooves of the guards, the regular rush of wheels, and the cool wind of early summer blew in, but Song Jianing only heard a sound, like the juice that his daughter poked the pomegranate with her finger when she was naughty.

At the end, Song Jianing was sweating all over.

"So peaceful." Zhao Heng kissed her hot face, with a deep satisfaction and a hint of hidden guilt in his words. He did this so recklessly, he still bullied her.

Song Jianing liked to hear the prince call her like that, and fell asleep sweetly with his strong arms. After rushing to the road, she slept the most soundly. After all, the couple was dumb and both of them were happy and relieved.

On the eighth day of the fifth month, King Shou returned to the capital, and Zhao Heng got out of the car early and rode his horse. Song Jianing held his breath and hid in the carriage. When he saw the carriage driving into the city gate through the cracks of the curtain, Song Jianing felt like he was a different world. When Guo Xiao pretended to be a Khitan, he really thought that she would never come back.

Zhao Heng wanted to enter the palace first. The carriage from Shou Palace turned around halfway and returned to the palace first. When he arrived outside Shou Palace, the carriage did not stop and continued walking in and went all the way to the backyard.

It was almost noon, and in midsummer, the yard was extremely hot. Zhaozhao and Youge were all staying in the princess's wing room, with ice on the ground, and the little maid gently shaking the fan, which was cool and suitable. Song Jianing got out of the car with a veil, looked at her daughter's wing room with a sincere eye. She forced her impulse and went back to the room to take a shower and change clothes. It was too hot and there was no ice in the carriage, so her body was almost smelly. Song Jianing didn't want to go to see the children stinkingly.

In the wing room, Brother You lay on the couch wearing a big red bellyband. Zhao Zhao sat on the north side of his younger brother, holding one of his younger brother's fat feet in one hand, and lifting them up and lowering them. Brother You likes to play like this. He holds his little hands to look at his sister. Zhao Zhao puts his younger brother's feet together to block his face. When he moves away, Brother You will smile very happily.

"Well, Brother You's feet are smelly, my sister will wash your feet later." After playing for a while, Zhao Zhao pretended to smell his brother's white and clean feet, and let go of his hand in disgust. He was about to set up food and could not play anymore.

Brother You blinked in confusion, then hugged a fat foot by himself, and the senior sister smelled it like that.

"Stinky!" Zhao Zhao pulled back his brother's short legs and deliberately refused to let his brother smell it.

Brother You grinned, the more his sister refused to let him go, the more he wanted to hear it. As soon as he tried, both feet were raised. Zhao Zhao grabbed it again, and just as he was about to tease his younger brother, a light cough suddenly came from outside the bead curtain. The brother and brother looked up together, and saw a figure wearing a lotus red skirt standing behind the dense bead curtain, with a hazy face.

Brother You stared at the man with his big eyes open, and Zhao Zhao was also looking at it, tilting his head, frowned slightly, as if he wanted to confirm something.

"Princess Guess Who I am?" Looking at the children on the couch, Song Jianing tried hard and asked with ease, his eyes were crying and his voice was laughing.

Brother You looked at his sister.

Zhaozhao missed her mother very much, but she was only five years old and hadn't seen her mother for more than four months. When she suddenly heard her mother's voice, Zhaozhao didn't remember it immediately. She stared at the shadow intently and said in confusion: "Who are you?"

Song Jianing wiped away tears, then lifted up the bead curtain, stepped in, and raised his eyes and blurred his vision again.

"Mom!" Princess Zhaozhao, who recognized her mother and was just sensible to take care of her younger brother, instantly turned into a simple five-year-old daughter. She cried with a wow, and left her younger brother to run towards the couch. When the daughter called her, Song Jianing burst into tears and ran over to hug her daughter who rushed over. Both the mother and the mother hugged each other hard.

Zhao Zhao cried, Song Jianing held his daughter's little body and burst into tears. Only Brother You turned over in a daze and sat there looking at his sister, as if observing whether his sister was bullied. If so, he would cry.

"Brother You'er is here." Song Jianing held back his tears and reached out to his son.

When she left, Brother You was too young and now she no longer remembers her mother. But I don’t know whether it was the blood connection between mother and son, or the almond eyes that Song Jianing and Zhao Zhao were very similar. Brother You looked at his mother for a while and actually crawled towards this side. Song Jianing thought his son recognized her, and cried and laughed. When his son crawled over, she held one in one hand, kissed the older one and the younger one. Her heart was empty for more than a month, and it was full.

"Mom, I miss you so much." The three of them arrived on the couch, and Zhaozhao sat on her left leg, telling her with tears in her eyes.

"Mom also wants Zhaozhao, I think about it every day. Zhaozhao has grown taller and looks better." Song Jianing kissed his daughter, touched her soft hair, and was reluctant to look away.

"My brother has grown taller too." Zhao Zhao was very happy to be praised by his mother, but he did not forget to ask his mother to praise his brother.

Song Jianing then looked down at his son on his right leg, but he didn't know that You Ge'er kept looking at her with his head raised. The adult who You Ge'er was the wet nurse the most familiar with was the wet nurse, but now, You Ge'er felt that this mother smelled very well, and she hugged him softly, making him feel comfortable, even more liked by the wet nurse.

"Brother You'er called her mother." Song Jianing taught anxiously. She knew that her son might not say it well, but she wanted to listen too much.

Brother You blinked his eyes, suddenly pointed at Zhaozhao and shouted: "Ninety-nine!"

The boy couldn't tell the "sister" clearly, and he called him "Nine Nine".

"So smart!" Song Jianing kissed his son fiercely. He was not over one year old and would say two words.

Brother You laughed.

After a long separation, the three of them chatted too much. Madam Cen signaled the maids to arrange dinner later. After all, Song Jianing quickly got the favor of Brother You, and squeezed away his sister and insisted on occupying his mother's arms. Zhaozhao didn't have the same knowledge as her brother. She sat opposite her mother and talked to her mother. Sometimes she said that her brother was naughty, sometimes she said that she was so sensible, and she said whatever she thought.

Song Jianing could see that there were too many daughters, and she felt sorry for her as she was sensible.

The pearl curtain moved again, and Song Jianing turned around.

Zhao Heng stood in front of the door wearing a white robe, and looked at the three of them with black eyes and smiled.

"Father!" Zhao Zhao rushed over again, and did not cry this time, but just hugged his father's neck tightly to express his longing. Brother You no longer knew his father and continued to stare blankly, but he liked everyone his sister liked.

"Mom, I'm hungry." After being happy, Zhaozhao touched his stomach and leaned on his mother to act coquettishly.

Song Jianing smiled and looked at Madam Cen.

Madam Cen immediately went to make arrangements, her steps were light, just like the New Year.

The food was ready in a blink of an eye. Song Jianing held her daughter who was sticking to her, and Zhao Heng held her heavy and naughty son. The family of four formed a circle. The laughter and joy spread, and finally broke the long silence that had covered the Shou Prince Mansion for more than four months. After the meal, Zhaozhao and Brother You were sleepy. Song Jianing left the children in the upper room. She knelt on the bed, coaxed the siblings to sleep and told them stories.

Brother You fell asleep quickly. Zhaozhao held his mother's hand. She was obviously sleepy, but she opened her eyes stubbornly. I don't know how many times she asked her mother: "Mom, I'm asleep, will you leave?" She was afraid that she would wake up, and her mother disappeared again.

Song Jianing lay down, hugged his daughter and coaxed him, "Mom won't go anywhere, Zhaozhao, go to bed quickly."

Zhao Zhao nodded, wrapped his little hand around his mother's neck, and fell asleep uneasy.

Song Jianing kissed his daughter with pity.

Zhao Heng, who had been silently looking at him for a long time, suddenly put it on from behind and carefully hugged the mother and the mother in his arms.
Chapter completed!