Guo Xiao is dead.

The secret guards moved their hands after he left the princess's mansion for a distance. Apart from the sharp sound of breaking through the air and the dull sound of Guo Xiao falling to the ground, the encirclement and assassination did not attract anyone's attention. The secret guards were like ghosts, carrying away the corpse and wiping away the traces. The evening breeze blew away the blood, and the street fell into tranquility again.

In Shou Prince's Mansion, Zhao Heng suddenly woke up and listened with a cuckoo chirping outside the window, two consecutive sounds, short and dumb.

Zhao Heng slowly sat up, and Song Jianing was sleeping soundly beside him. After returning to Beijing for a year, his face that had lost weight in Shu turned round again. She was happy. Zhao Heng looked at it and followed Shuxin. He leaned over and kissed her hair gently. After watching for a while, Zhao Heng picked up the gauze tent and put on his outer robe and left.

Eunuch Fu and Zong Ze were waiting outside without any conversation. As soon as Zhao Heng came out, they led the way one after another.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Heng confirmed Guo Xiao's body with his own eyes, without hatred and happiness, because as early as the day when he learned that Guo Xiao had sneaked into the princess's mansion, Guo Xiao had become a dead chess in his eyes. He did not rush to do it, but just wanted to see how Princess Duanhui chose. Concubine Shu helped him once, and Zhao Heng was willing to give Princess Duanhui a chance.

"It's burned." Finally, Zhao Heng said calmly at the scar on Guo Xiao's face.

On the way back to the backyard, only Eunuch Fu walked with him.

"Prince, where is the princess?" Eunuch Fu asked in a low voice. If Princess Duanhui knew that Guo Xiao had come to Prince Shou's Mansion and guessed that Guo Xiao died at the hands of the prince, would she run to the emperor and make trouble? Although King Rui was dead, the emperor did not show any intention of making the prince the prince. Prince Gong had a broken arm, and the Lord Highness was still fine in the Nangong.

In the Tian family, are there few examples of brothers turning against each other?

No one can guarantee whether the brothers will deal with him or not. Only by sitting in that seat can one feel at ease.

Eunuch Fu didn't know what the prince was thinking, but he hoped that his prince would ascend the throne. The prince was both civil and military and worried about the country and the people, so he should be like this.

"She has no evidence." Zhao Heng said lightly.

Even if he guessed that he killed Guo Xiao, what could Princess Duanhui do? She ran to the front of her father to complain? First of all, Princess Duanhui has no evidence of Guo Xiao alive, and accused him of killing Guo Xiao, what reason should she use? Do Princess Duanhui dare to say that Guo Xiao covets his nominal sister? That's right, will the father believe it?

Furthermore, Guo Boyan would not admit that for the sake of the Guo family, Guo Boyan would insist that his son died on the battlefield and died gloriously.

Therefore, in the end of the incident, the father would only believe that Princess Duanhui missed Guo Xiao and was already confused.

Eunuch Fu lowered his head and thought about it, laughed, blaming him for being too talkative, when did the prince’s plan make mistakes?

When he sent the prince to the front door of the main hall, Fu Gongfu paused his feet, and Zhao Heng went in alone. In the thin gauze tent, Song Jianing slept soundly and felt someone hugging her. Song Jianing habitually shrank into his arms, knowing that at this time, he must be his side. A very simple action, but Zhao Heng felt that it was extremely precious. During the days when she was not here last year, his bed was empty and his heart was empty.

"An An." Zhao Heng pressed his earlobe and called in a low voice.

Song Jianing's breathing changed, and it was a good dream that someone disturbed.

Zhao Heng immediately pursed his lips and watched her sleep again. Then he pressed his face against her and hugged her to sleep.

Princess's Mansion.

All the noises were silent, and Princess Duanhui still maintained Guo Xiao's posture when she left, sat blankly on the bed, looking at the door of the inner room with an empty eyes. My cousin left and went to find Song Jianing. A few days ago, she just wanted to go to Prince Gong's mansion to teach Song Jianing a small lesson, so her cousin dissuaded her with endurance of humiliation, for fear that she would shock the snake and break the plan of the two. Now? When she heard that Song Jianing was going to die, why did he forget the plan and forget to endure humiliation, and rushed out without caring about anything?

Not even wearing an outer robe...

Princess Duanhui closed her eyes and tears suddenly fell.

My cousin must have loved Song Jianing to death. She loved her so much that she didn't care about Song Jianing serving the King of Birthday, she didn't care about Song Jianing having two children, she didn't care about her life and life worries in order to see Song Jianing being caught by the King of Birthday. But what about her? She was his cousin and his wife who was married by his matchmaker, but her cousin tried every means to refuse to reconcile her, saying that she hoped she would remarry in vain, and that she was afraid of leaking her pregnancy, all of them were lying to her!

"Ah!" The hatred could not be curbed. Princess Duanhui grabbed the pillow and smashed it hard on the ground. After the smash, Princess Duanhui didn't even look at the pillow. She threw herself on the bed and grabbed the brocade quilt and started crying. She was the princess that her father loved the most. She was not afraid of Song Jianing, nor was she afraid of everyone, but so what if she was a princess, her cousin didn't feel her in her heart. She disliked her so much that she took the initiative to sacrifice herself, and he wouldn't touch her.

If you are disliked by irrelevant people, Princess Duanhui will punish her, and will be disliked by her cousin who has been infatuated with for several years...

Princess Duanhui's heart was about to break, and it was even more painful than when she learned that her cousin died in the battlefield.

If possible, she would rather her cousin die and think about her when she dies than to come back alive and live for other women.

Princess Duanhui cried all night, and the next day the maids were going to come in to serve, but she refused, and lay on the bed with swollen eyes, not eating or drinking. It was dark again, and Princess Duanhui finally thought about where Guo Xiao was going. Last night, my cousin must have gone to Prince Shou's Mansion, and she has not returned yet. She thought it was halfway through and she would fall into Prince Shou's hands, so she gave up and had no shame to come back to find her. Or was her cousin impulsively going to see Song Jianing and was caught by Prince Shou?

If it were the latter, could my cousin still survive?

It seemed that something was holding her heart tightly, and Princess Duanhui suddenly stopped breathing.

If King Shou really kills his cousin, what should she do?

Tears rolled down again, Princess Duanhui pulled up the quilt and buried herself in the darkness.

My cousin didn't have her in her heart. She had been foolish once. She was heartbroken by his death. She was foolishly widowed for two years without caring about her mother's persuasion and wanted to continue to live for the rest of her life. As a result, what did you get from years of infatuation?

It was exchanged for his false intentions and his infatuation with Song Jianing.

It's my cousin who doesn't want her first.

Princess Duanhui covered her eyes, her chest rose and fell several times, and then slowly calmed down.

It was my cousin who didn't want her for the first time, so whether he died or lived in the future had nothing to do with her.

~

Guo Xiao died, but Song Jianing knew nothing about his return to Beijing, and even his death. In June, the capital was as hot as a stove, and the flowers and plants in the yard were wilted. Song Jianing would not go out unless he could go out, hiding in the house with ice to cool off. Zhao Zhao was six years old and began to study and practice calligraphy with his husband. Brother You was three years old, and his short legs were running faster and faster. Song Jianing played with his son for a day, and he was so tired that he didn't want to move.

When Zhao Heng came back in the evening, he saw Song Jianing leaning lazily on the couch when he entered the door. Zhao Zhao sat opposite Brother You, holding a veil in one hand and truncated into pieces with a silver fork in the other hand to feed his younger brother. Brother You sat steadily, opening his mouth to catch it, and holding his fat feet in both hands to play.

"Father!" Seeing him, the brother and brother shouted together, the crisp and sweet voices sounded better than anything else.

Zhao Heng walked over with a smile, hugged one in one hand, and then looked at Song Jianing teasingly: "You are so leisurely."

I complain to him every day that I coax my son to be tired, why do he only see his daughter tired?

Song Jianing was really unfair. His daughter was studying during the day. After class, she took her maid to the garden to hop butterflies and watch lotus flowers. After having enough fun, she came over to coax her younger brother. At other times, she took her son. How could the prince feel that his daughter worked harder and made great contributions just because he saw this short scene?

"Mom is tired, I'll let her rest for a while." The father didn't understand. Zhaozhao knew that his mother was working hard, so he raised his head and explained to her.

"Good daughter." The daughter was sensible, Zhao Heng smiled and touched the little girl's head.

Brother You stared at his father's big hand, and was a little anxious. He clumsyly stretched his head to his sister, asking his father to touch him too.

Song Jianing burst into laughter. Is his son stupid or smart like this?

After resting, Song Jianing crawled over and the family of four ate melons together.

When the children were in front of them, Zhao Heng was devoted to accompanying the children and never talked about things outside. After the meal, Zhao Zhao and Brother You were taken away by their respective wet nurses. Zhao Heng took a sip of tea and looked at Song Jianing and said, "Duanhui, we are going to choose the prince consort."

Song Jianing was looking at the mirror when he was surprised when he heard this, turned his head and confirmed, "Did she agree?" Or was Shufei's own idea?

Zhao Heng put down the tea bowl and said, "The father has always spoiled her. If she doesn't nod, the father will not force her."

Song Jianing slowly moved the comb, wondering why Princess Duanhui, who had been determined to be a widow for Guo Xiao, changed her mouth, and thought that it would be a matter of time before Princess Duanhui remarried. Princess Duanhui was eighteen years old, and at the age of a flower and jade, Emperor Xuande Shu Concubine could not bear to be a widow, let alone Guo Xiao... Guo Xiao was ruthless to his wife, and Princess Duanhui had fewer memories of love. After a long time, it was naturally easy to forget.

"It's pretty good, my aunt can finally feel relieved." Song Jianing said in a slight voice, turned around and continued to comb his hair.

Zhao Heng looked at her beautiful and quiet face in the mirror, and his father's words rang out in his ears again.

The father said that Princess Duanhui didn't know what was wrong, so she insisted on choosing a prince-consort to marry far away. The father didn't know that Zhao Heng understood that Princess Duanhui had figured it out and was unwilling to stay in the sad place in the capital. Zhao Heng never liked Princess Duanhui, but this time, Zhao Heng was willing to admit that Princess Duanhui had some advantages and did not bring herself to her for a loner.

It is rare that Princess Duanhui felt relieved, for fear that her daughter would regret it. Concubine Shu worked hard to help her daughter choose a prince-consort. The new prince-consort is the son of the prefect of Yangzhou. Yangzhou is prosperous and has few wars. The daughter is most at ease when she married her. After choosing, Concubine Shu asked her daughter to come to the palace to see her. Princess Duanhui was not interested and nodded in response.

It doesn't matter who it is. She just wants to leave quickly. She doesn't want to see anyone from the Guo family again, nor does she want to see Shouwang Song Jianing proudly.

The daughter hated marriage, so Emperor Xuande set the wedding date in the twelfth lunar month.

On the day Princess Duanhui got married, it was gloomy and it suddenly started to snow in the sedan chair halfway through.

Zhao Heng and King Gong were ordered to go to see him off. Song Jianing finished the ceremony in the palace and brought his children back to the palace.

"Mom, it's snowing." Zhao Zhao lay in front of the glass window and pointed outside and called her to see her.

Song Jianing had just helped You Ge'er take off his thick cloak. Hearing this, he looked up and saw snowflakes flying.

A hint of melancholy suddenly surged in my heart.

It snowed on Princess Duanhui's day, who was unhappy?

But, who are you blamed?
Chapter completed!