Why wrap your chest?

Zhao Heng wanted to ask this, but he only said the first three words. Looking at Song Jianing's almost red face, Zhao Heng took a step back and turned his back to her. After a long time, there was no sound behind him. He guessed that she had probably not calmed down yet. Zhao Heng glanced out of Furong Garden and whispered to remind her: "Get away."

A clear and mellow sound came from the stream. Song Jianing's face, which was about to be boiled, finally cooled down slightly. It was so embarrassing that it was no longer even more embarrassing. He could only find a way to deal with it. Song Jianing squatted down and quickly rolled up the white gauze that still retained her warmth. He folded it and stuffed it into the cuffs. It was bulging. Fortunately, I was wearing a wide-sleeved shirt today, otherwise it would be difficult to cover it up.

However, when she glanced at the man's jade-green hem, Song Jianing's heart twisted into a ball. How should she explain?

King Shou asked her, "Why do you want..." and why you want to wrap your breasts?

Song Jianing had no nerve to answer such a question, and stood up stiffly. Just as she was trying to find a way to relieve her embarrassment, the Shou King in front suddenly spoke again, but his voice was cold and majestic: "Why do you steal the yarn?"

Song Jianing:...

Stealing the yarn? When did she steal the yarn... As the thought came to mind, Song Jianing looked at her cuffs in shock. Could it be that King Shou thought that the white yarn was stolen from Feng Zheng? Song Jianing was stunned, but her mind that was so embarrassing that she finally turned into a paste because she was too embarrassing. Indeed, the white yarn fell out of her clothes, and King Shou didn't know what she looked like before the white yarn fell. If Feng Zheng had replaced her, she might have guessed that the white yarn was used to wrap her breasts. How could a person like a fairy like a bright breeze and bright moon in the nine heavens think about such a beautiful thing?

After a turn of the way, Song Jianing was ecstatic. She was misunderstood by King Shou, but it was much better than being guessed by King Shou to find out the truth. Otherwise, if she would have the appearance of falling into a man, how could she continue to meet people?

However, learning from one example, Song Jianing didn't want to be accused of theft for nothing. His eyes turned around the man's clothes a few times. Song Jianing gritted his teeth and explained: "Prince, this white veil is the item my brother used a hundred days ago. My mother asked me to give it to the princess, so I took it with me. I haven't found a chance to send it out yet. You and the palace have come down, so the girl had to continue to keep it. Unexpectedly, she was left unexpectedly, which made the prince laugh."

Zhao Heng put his hands behind him. After hearing her make up such a lie in a short time, the corners of his lips raised up and slowly turned around.

Song Jianing lowered her head guiltily and did not dare to look at her. Her cheeks were still red, but because she successfully found an excuse to cover up the past, she looked more shy at this time, not as embarrassed and at a loss as before. The naturally beautiful girl had her cheeks as bright as petals, her black eyes were as clear as autumn water, and she stood there with her lips pursed, and she was ashamed to the moon.

"What's the use of this thing?" Zhao Heng asked as she said.

Song Jianing's blushing deepened, his eyes fluttered, and hesitated and said, "Yes, it is for washing the children a hundred days ago and to wash their feet. It is said that they can protect the children without disasters and illnesses throughout their lives. But this thing must not touch the ground. My piece of mine has been grounded and can't be given to the princess anymore. Please ask the prince to keep it confidential so that the princess won't think too much."

I have lies too much, and the more I talk, the more I talk, the more I feel.

She seemed to be content with her eagerness, her face was not red, and her red lips seemed to be smiling, both delicate and silly.

Zhao Heng was originally a little dissatisfied. He was dissatisfied with her actions and told him to misunderstand that a simple fat girl fell in love with him and was the only girl who showed admiration for him at the moment. For the sake of that strange warmth, Zhao Heng refused his father's marriage. His thought at that time was that if the fat girl still liked him simply when she grew up, he would not mind letting her be the princess of her birthday. Anyway, it would be another woman. Since she was destined to marry a princess, why not marry someone who treated him sincerely?

However, just when he was about to go to his father to propose marriage, she happily went to Anguo Temple to visit Lu Town.

When he learned the news, Zhao Heng couldn't help but be angry and angry at her deception.

But now, seeing that she was foolishly blaming her plump body for losing to her third sister, seeing that she actually thought of a stupid way to tie her breasts and complaining to herself, Zhao Heng suddenly realized that she was really stupid. How could such a stupid girl deliberately deceive him? If you want to blame her, you can only blame him for being self-indulgent.

The anger disappeared, and when she looked at her simple and cute appearance opposite, Zhao Heng only felt it liked.

Next year, the father will choose a concubine again. He has rejected it once. This time he must accept it. Since that is the case, why not choose a princess whom he likes?

"Let's go." No longer entangled with the white veil, Zhao Heng looked at her and walked straight towards a pavilion not far away.

Song Jianing followed behind in confusion, and the cool autumn wind whizzed from one side. Song Jianing looked at his chest, wondering if it was because it was just wrapped too tightly, but suddenly it was loose and comfortable. While it was comfortable, it also felt empty. Looking at the slender and upright figure in front of him, Song Jianing quietly bit his lip and begged the Bodhisattva to bless him, Shouwang did not let the King of Shou see the strangeness in front and behind her clothes.

"Sit." After entering the pavilion, Zhao Heng pointed to the stone bench opposite him and said.

Song Jianing saw that he had settled down, and she walked over and sat down, feeling confused. Why did King Shou seem to have something to say to her?

"I heard that you are discussing marriage?" Zhao Heng said slowly.

Song Jianing looked up in shock, but saw the man facing out of the pavilion, looking at the lotus on the branches, and his side face was indifferent and distant.

Song Jianing lowered his eyes again and said softly. The Duke of Wei and Prince Shou's Mansion were next to each other, so of course he would hear the wind.

"Like Luzhen?" the man asked again.

Song Jianing's face slowly turned pale and he whispered: "No..."

"Since I don't like it," Zhao Heng turned around, looking at her with misty eyes, "Why do you have to go and see her?"

Song Jianing held his hands in tact, speechless.

"Why do you like it?" Zhao Heng asked slightly.

His appearance is like a fairy, and his voice also has a fairy spirit that ordinary people cannot disobey. Song Jianing also knows that he is the future emperor. But what King Fan Shou asked her, just like now, although she doesn't understand why he wants to ask, she still obeys instinctively and lowers her head and says, "Father, my father says he is honest and honest. I, my mother, said, I am stupid, so I should marry an honest man."

In fact, she wanted to marry an honest man herself, but no matter how stupid Song Jianing was, she knew how to embellish her.

Zhao Heng believed her words, and a mother and daughter couldn't help but come to his mind. The mother smiled and told her daughter that she wanted to marry an honest man. The silly daughter only wanted to marry an honest man. When she heard that her stepfather had arranged one for her, she happily went to see her. In other words, she didn't like Lu Zhen, but... she was really stupid.

"But he doesn't like you." Zhao Heng lowered his voice, his voice seemed gentle, but the facts in his words ruthlessly expose the thin skin of the cardamom girl.

Song Jianing blushed, embarrassed, but could not deny it.

She felt wronged and tears slowly began to swell in her eyes. What exactly does this Prince Shou want to do? How could she deliberately expose someone's scars?

"You've lost weight."

It was so sour and sore that it was so uncomfortable. The man said another sentence. Song Jianing unexpectedly raised his head, lifted it too quickly, and tears in his eyes fell down, hanging on his face, like morning dew drops rolling down slowly along the white and tender petals. Zhao Heng's eyes were out of control at this moment, and he kept chasing the drop of dew, watching it roll to the tip of her small and cute chin.

Song Jianing felt that he had lost his composure and quickly turned his head to wipe it off.

Zhao Heng came back to his senses, remained silent for a moment, and continued to look outside the pavilion: "It is said that he likes Sister Ling?"

Song Jianing was completely confused. What exactly did King Shou want to say?

As soon as she became confused, Zhao Heng said to himself: "It's so stupid to buy a box and return a pearl."

Song Jianing opened his mouth blankly and looked at the Shou King who suddenly started scolding him in disbelief. Is it what she understood? When Shou King heard about her marriage, he thought she was jewelry and the third sister was a box for jewelry, so he was foolish when he fell in love with Lu Zhen, who was the third sister?

"My cousin is very good, don't belittle yourself." Seeing her in shock, Zhao Heng said the last sentence without expression, and after that, he got up and left. In a blink of an eye, his figure disappeared behind the lotus trees. Song Jianing stared blankly at the man walking away until he could not see the King of Shou, and then she lowered her head. After a while, she covered her cheeks with embarrassment.

It turned out that King Shou asked her to come to the pavilion because he saw that she had lost weight and knew that her cousin was sad about the failure of the marriage, so he asked her so much, and in the end he just wanted to comfort her?

When buying a box and returning a pearl, Lu Zhen looked down on her, but the future emperor praised her as jewelry.

But, it’s not right. King Shou comforted her because the two of them were considered cousins ​​through Emperor Xuande Concubine Shu, but the third sister was Concubine Shu’s niece, and the reason was that they were closer to King Shou. Why did King Shou praise her as jewelry and the third sister was a wooden box?

Song Jianing blinked his eyes and thought of his third sister Yun Fang's playful and active temperament, and Princess Duanhui's domineering temper. The three of them had guessed riddles with King Shou and picked persimmons in King Shou's mansion, but King Shou seemed to be better for her. Perhaps, King Shou likes a well-behaved and honest cousin?

Song Jianing's heart warmed up little by little. She is not as slim as the third sister, and cannot attract the likes of Lu Zhen, but she is honest and sensible. Since they are all cousins, Shouwang will be partial to her, the most honest and responsible person, which means she has her own strengths. Sooner or later, she will meet a man who likes honest girls and a husband who does not dislike her fatness.

Song Jianing thought of Guo Xiao and Liang Shao again. They were not dissatisfied with her, but they looked down on her identity. Now she is the fourth girl of the Guo family. Even if she is not born in the legitimate family, she is better than the common people whose parents both died in their previous lives. How could he believe that all men do not like fat girls because Lu Town doesn't like her?

After thinking it through, Song Jianing took out the white gauze wrapped in her sleeve that made her feel uncomfortable and breathed a long sigh. This broken thing was not only uncomfortable but also easily made her feel embarrassed. From now on, she will never use it again!

However, in order not to make Feng Zheng suspect, Song Jianing still blushed and led Shuang'er to the closest clean room, and wrapped it back for the time being. After dealing with Feng Zheng, on the way back, Song Jianing tightened the curtains and asked Shuang'er to help her take off the white veil. As soon as he regained his freedom, a sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the front of the car. Song Jianing did not think too much, but listened to the coachman saying respectfully: "Criminal..."

The author has something to say: Zhao Heng: You are very good.

Jianing: Where is the best place? I will coax me.

Zhao Heng: Everything is good.

Jianing: Why didn’t I find it?

Zhao Heng: Follow me into the house.
Chapter completed!