The King of Chu was straightforward and seemed to be rough and unaware of his expression. In fact, he could guess what others were thinking. If the King of Chu felt that the other party’s words and deeds were right, he would cooperate. On the contrary, as long as he believed that it was wrong, even if he knew that he would offend others, he would try his best to oppose and stop it. For example, when Emperor Xuande set Zhao Heng’s palace outside the inner city, he would directly confront Emperor Xuande.

Now that he saw that his younger brother belonged to Song Jianing, the King of Chu naturally wanted to create an opportunity for his younger brother to get along with the beauty alone. After eating two sour or sweet cherries, the King of Chu felt aroused and asked Zhao Heng with a smile: "Three brothers think how is this peony in my mansion blooming?"

Zhao Heng looked sideways, his eyes swept across the peony outside the pavilion, and he nodded.

The King of Chu smiled: "I have always praised your sister-in-law for your good at painting flowers and birds, but she doesn't believe it. Since you like the peonies in my garden, why don't you draw a picture for your sister-in-law to see on the spot?"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Zheng became anxious and retorted in a low voice: "Why did the prince wrongly accuse others of vain? When will I not believe it?" He said lies with his eyes open.

The King of Chu patted her on the thigh under the table and continued to stare at his younger brother with a smile.

Zhao Heng looked at his brother inquiringly, and the afterglow flashed past the girl in a small willow green shirt on the left, hesitated for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

The King of Chu clapped his hands and raised his head to instruct Eunuch Kang, Eunuch Fu: "Go to my warehouse to get the easel paint, and Xiao Fuzi will follow you too. You know the best what your three nobles like to use."

The two father-in-law took the order and quickly went to prepare.

The King of Chu said to Feng Zheng again: "Let's go and pick the best peony."

It is rare to have such a elegant thing. Feng Zheng stood up with a smile. The King of Chu helped her and said to Song Jianing: "Cousin Jianing, please sit with your third cousin. There are so many cherries left. You can eat more and have some sweet things."

Song Jianing obediently said, leaving the seat to see them off. Seeing the King of Chu helping Feng Zheng slowly walk down the steps, Song Jianing couldn't help laughing. The King of Chu asked her to stay here, but in fact she wanted to accompany Feng Zheng to appreciate the peonies alone. The couple's love, even if the King of Chu didn't mention it, Song Jianing would not follow him foolishly.

The King of Chu and his wife walked away. Song Jianing turned around and saw the Future Emperor sitting alone at the stone table, like a handsome and fairy. Song Jianing suddenly felt that she had really sat down, and even if she didn't say anything, she would disturb her. Moreover, she had no idea what to talk to the Future Emperor. She was relatively speechless and embarrassed to think about it.

The ready-made peonies were growing outside. Song Jianing took two steps closer and said softly: "Prince, I..."

She wanted to say that she would also help find Mudan, but after only three words, Zhao Heng suddenly pointed to the piece of Mudan cake that she had eaten halfway through, and asked, "How does it taste?"

Song Jianing was stunned, then swallowed the previous words back to his stomach, and smiled and praised: "It's quite sweet, can you try it?"

Zhao Heng nodded and took a piece from the pastry plate placed in the middle of the stone table. Seeing that Song Jianing was still standing there, he paused and said, "Sit."

The prince was destined, so Song Jianing couldn't leave anymore and sat next to Zhao Heng again.

Zhao Heng held the peony cake in his hand. Seeing that she was motionless at the table, she was obviously restrained, so he pointed to her peony cake and said, "Why don't you eat it?"

Song Jianing had no choice but to pick up the peony cake and sip it in small stutters. His red mouth was full and moist.

Zhao Heng looked at her and took a casual bite of his own. It was very sweet, but he didn't like it very much. Putting down the peony cake, Zhao Heng reached out to get the cherries. The cherries were all red, but the colors were dark and shallow. Zhao Heng picked six dark red ones in a row. When he stopped, he turned around and divided three of them in front of Song Jianing: "Try it."

She just ate a sour one and never took it again.

The future emperor was so considerate, Song Jianing thanked him in surprise. Looking at the round red cherry in front of her, she pinched one and put it into her mouth. She bit it gently. It turned out to be sweet, and the slight sour tasted even better. Song Jianing's lips couldn't help but rise, and her heart became sweet with the cherry that had been away for a year.

"Sweet?" Zhao Heng rolled his throat and asked in a low voice.

Song Jianing glanced at him, immediately withdrew his gaze, and smiled and said, "Well, thank you, Prince."

She was laughing, but Zhao Heng frowned. Since last time she brought her younger brother to the palace to pick up kites, Zhao Heng felt that she hadn't seen him for a year. This fat girl who once liked him seemed to be much less concerned about him. Unlike the previous two years, she would worry about his winning or losing archery, and would be excited about guessing riddles with him. At the age of thirteen, she has become a big girl. Could it be that she has really grown up and can finally tell what she likes? Because she doesn't like him, she no longer...

The cherries in the mouth suddenly lost their taste, and the clouds that never dissipated in the men's eyes seemed to be a little thicker.

After eating three cherries, Song Jianing glanced at the man beside him and suddenly found that Prince Shou's face was gloomy and his lips were tightly pursed, just like the sky with clear sky suddenly became cloudy, looking so scary. Song Jianing's heart shrank, trying to recall his words and deeds just now, it seemed that he had not offended him, right?

Next to a dragon that was inexplicably unhappy, Song Jianing was sitting on pins and needles. Listening to the pleasant voice of the King of Chu in the distance, Song Jianing clenched his fingers and plucked up the courage to say, "Prince, the peonies in the garden are blooming just right. Do you want to go and appreciate them first?"

Zhao Heng glanced at her faintly: "Do you want to see?"

Song Jianing hoped that he would go to appreciate the flowers, but as long as the two were not together, she would go to appreciate the flowers. So he nodded and cleverly found an excuse: "The peony in the Duke's Mansion has not bloomed yet."

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhao Heng's eyes. She wanted to appreciate the peony and asked him if he wanted to reward it. Do he want to ask him to give it a reward? If so, then she would treat him...

Zhao Heng frowned and stood up and said, "Let's go."

Song Jianing opened his mouth in shock. Why did he listen to the future emperor's intentions? It seemed that he asked her to enjoy the flowers together? As soon as the thought arose, he saw the man looking at him sideways, as if urging him. Song Jianing immediately had no time to think about anything, and stepped out all of a sudden, moving so fast that he could not wait.

Zhao Heng's displeasure was wiped out and led her out. A pebble path outside the pavilion led in, and a winding out went out. Zhao Heng picked the road opposite to the King of Chu and his wife. Feng Zheng saw it in the distance and was slightly surprised. Then he thought of the King of Chu calling him cousin Song Jianing, and Song Jianing and King Shou were also cousins. It was no big deal to enjoy the flowers together.

Song Jianing followed Zhao Heng and slowly reacted. King Shou must have misunderstood that she wanted to see the flowers, so he came with her.

Looking at the tall back of the man in front of him, Song Jianing felt infinite emotion in his heart. The future emperor is so considerate, but in fact it doesn't matter if she rewards herself. After thinking it through, she had nothing to talk to, and King Shou seemed to have no intention of talking to her. Song Jianing really admired the peony. Looking at one side, she walked slowly, and unconsciously pulled a few steps away from Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng turned around and saw her standing in front of a Wei Zi plant with her hands bent down with her knees, which made her look fascinated.

Zhao Heng's eyes moved slightly and he walked back slowly.

Song Jianing was unaware of this Wei Zi. After seeing this Wei Zi, she turned around and hit the man's arms. Song Jianing exclaimed and was about to retreat, but the man wrapped his arms around her waist and hooked her into his arms. With a strange breath and a familiar squeezing feeling, Song Jianing blushed uncontrollably, and his hands instinctively supported his chest to avoid leaning tighter, and he explained in a hurry: "I'm fine..."

She really doesn't need to help her, she stands very steadily.

"There is a flower behind." Zhao Heng lowered his head, looked at her blushing face, and said as he hugged her waist and turned her to the other side, then withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.

Song Jianing's face turned redder after hearing his words. It turned out that this person was not worried that she would fall, but that she would step on peony when she avoided him.

But just now, the two of them were too close to each other. The squeeze between the body made her feel panicked. She quickly looked away and saw Eunuch Fu and Eunuch Kang walking here. Song Jianing said with gratitude: "Prince, the two father-in-laws are back, let's go first."

"Okay." Zhao Heng said calmly.

Song Jianing turned sideways and asked him to go first, but Zhao Heng left indifferently.

Song Jianing bit her lip in a complicated mood. Everyone's clothes were not thick at this moment, and she felt it was quite obvious. I wonder if Shouwang noticed her strangeness. As a woman who served her sex for seven years in her previous life, what Song Jianing feared most in her life was that she was targeted again because of her beauty...

However, when Zhao Heng started painting, looking at the future emperor's focused and elegant side face, and watching him splashing ink on rice paper, Song Jianing's chaotic mood slowly settled down. He was thinking about it all. In his previous life, King Shou was thirty years old and had no wives and concubines. It shows that he was a prince who was not close to women. How could he have such thoughts just because he hugged her? It's not Guo Xiao...

Just as he thought of Guo Xiao, a sudden sound of footsteps came from outside the Mudan Garden. Song Jianing looked up and saw a man dressed in a manager.

King Chu and Feng Zheng also looked over, but only Zhao Heng continued to paint peonies.

Not wanting to disturb my brother, the King of Chu walked a distance. After hearing the manager's reply, he turned back and whispered to Song Jianing: "Your brother is here to pick you up."

Song Jianing looked surprised and saw Zhao Heng, who stopped writing and turned his head.

The two of them had their own thoughts, and Feng Zheng smiled and said, "Please invite the prince in first, and your highness will be ready soon." King Shou painted so well. As his sister-in-law, Feng Zheng is proud of it. I hope everyone knows His Highness's talent and knowledge, so don't despise him because of his oral illness.

When the King of Chu heard this, his heart skipped a beat. His younger brother usually didn't even show him the paintings. Today, the couple was benefiting from Song Jianing's glory. What is Guo Xiao? How could the third brother...

The King of Chu looked at his younger brother.

Zhao Heng happened to have not drawn the latest stroke well. With a big stroke, the peony that was about to be completed was ruined.

"I'm laughing." Zhao Heng put down his brush, his eyebrows were calm, and there was no shame or anger that made people look ugly in public.

Seeing Eunuch Fu step forward and collect the broken picture, Feng Zheng was very regretful.

Song Jianing's heart was no longer on the peony map. She looked at the direction of the main entrance of the King of Chu's Mansion, but still couldn't figure out why Guo Xiao came?

In front of the main entrance of the Chu King's Mansion, Guo Xiao stood in a dark robe and looked solemn. Thinking that his step-sister and King Shou came to this palace today, they might be together at this time, Guo Xiao secretly clenched his fists.
Chapter completed!