National Beauty - Chapter 231

Guo Xiao is dead.

The dark guard moved his hand after he left the princess mansion for a certain distance. Except for the sharp sound of breaking through the air, except for the muffled sound when Guo Xiao fell to the ground, the encirclement and assassination did not attract anyone’s attention. The dark guard was like a ghost, lifting the corpse to wipe away the traces, the evening breeze blew away the blood, and the street fell into seclusion again.

Zhao Heng suddenly woke up in the Shou Palace, listening carefully, there was a cuckoo call outside the window, two consecutive sounds, short and rough.

Zhao Heng sat up slowly, and Song Jianing slept soundly beside him. After returning to Beijing for a year, the face that had been thin in Shudi came back round again. She was happy, and Zhao Heng looked at it and followed him comfortably. Leaning over, kissing the tip of her hair lightly, and watching for a while in silence, Zhao Heng picked up the veil, put on the robe and left.

Father Fu and Zong Ze were all waiting outside. There was no need to talk. As soon as Zhao Heng came out, they automatically led the way one after another.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Heng confirmed Guo Xiao’s body with his own eyes, without hate or joy, because as early as the day when he learned that Guo Xiao had sneaked into the princess mansion, Guo Xiao had become a dead game in his eyes, and he did not rush to do it. Just want to see how Princess Duanhui chooses. Concubine Shu helped him once, and Zhao Heng was willing to give Princess Duanhui a chance.

“It’s burned.” Finally, looking at the scar on Guo Xiao’s face, Zhao Heng said calmly.

On the way back to the backyard, only Father Fu was with him.

“Lord, where is the princess?” Father Fu asked in a low voice. If Princess Duanhui knew that Guo Xiao had come to Shou Palace, and guessed that Guo Xiao had died in the hands of the prince, would she run to the emperor and make a fool of herself? Although King Rui was dead, the emperor did not show any intention to make the prince the prince. King Gong abolished an arm, and in the Nangong, the majesty was fine.

Heavenly family, are there few examples of brother anti-purpose?

No one can guarantee whether a brother will deal with himself when he becomes a king. Only when he sits in that seat can he be at ease.

Father Fu doesn’t know what the prince thinks, but he hopes that his prince will become the throne.

“She has no evidence.” Zhao Heng said lightly.

Even if he guessed that he killed Guo Xiao, what would Princess Duanhui do? Run to the father to file a complaint? First of all, Princess Duanhui has no evidence that Guo Xiao is alive. What is the reason for accusing him of killing Guo Xiao? Princess Duanhui dared to tell that Guo Xiao coveted her nominal sister? That said, the father will 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 was honored with death.

Therefore, at the end of the trouble, the father would only believe that Princess Duanhui missed Guo Xiaocheng’s illness and was unconscious.

Father Fu lowered his head to ponder, smiled, and blamed him for talking, when the prince’s plan was wrong?

Sending the prince to the door of the hall, Duke Fu paused and Zhao Heng went in alone. In the thin gauze tent, Song Jianing slept soundly, feeling that someone was holding her, Song Jianing habitually retracted into his arms, knowing that at this time, he must be next to him. Very simple actions, but Zhao Heng thought it was extremely precious. During her absence last year, his bed was empty and his heart was empty.

“An An.” Zhao Heng whispered against her earlobe.

Song Jianing’s breathing changed, it was a good dream that was disturbed by someone.

Zhao Heng immediately pressed his lips and watched her fall asleep again before he pressed her face and hugged her to sleep.

Princess House.

Wan Lai was silent, Princess Duanhui still maintained the posture when Guo Xiao left, sitting on the bed blankly, looking at the door of the inner room with 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 little lesson. My cousin tried to persuade her with humiliation, fearing that she would ruin the plan of the two. What now? When he heard that Song Jianing was going to die, how could he forget about his plan and bear the humiliation, so he rushed out without thinking about anything?

I didn’t even wear the outer robe…

Princess Duanhui closed her eyes, but tears fell.

My cousin must have loved Song Jianing to death. I love it so much that Song Jianing had served the King of Shou, that Song Jianing had two children, that he had been caught by the King of Shou, and that he didn’t care about his life. But what about her? She is his cousin, the wife he is married to by the Ming media, but his cousin refuses to consummate with her in every possible way, saying that he wants her to remarry innocently, and that he is afraid of revealing the traces of pregnancy. They are all deceiving her!

“Ah!” The hatred could not be contained, Princess Duanhui grabbed the pillow and slammed it to the ground. After the smash, Princess Duanhui didn’t even look at the pillow, and threw herself on the bed holding Jinbei and started crying. She is the princess that the emperor loves the most. She is not afraid of Song Jianing, the King of Shou, or everyone, but what about she is a princess, her cousin doesn’t have her in his heart, and he doesn’t touch her when she dislikes her actively and dedicated herself.

Disgusted by someone who is insignificant, Princess Duanhui will punish the other party, and disliked by her cousin who has been obsessed for several years…

Princess Duanhui’s heart is broken, more painful than when she learned that her cousin died in battle.

If possible, she would rather have her cousin dead, thinking about her when he died, and don’t want his cousin to come back alive and live for other women.

Princess Duanhui cried all night, and the maids wanted to come in the next day to serve. She was not allowed to lie on the bed with swollen eyes, without eating or drinking. It was dark again, and Princess Duanhui finally thought of Guo Xiao’s whereabouts. My cousin must have gone to Shouwang’s Mansion last night. I haven’t returned yet. I figured out that he would fall into the hands of Shouwang. So he gave up and had no face to come back to her. Or, my cousin went to see Song Jianing impulsively. Caught by King Shou?

If the latter, can cousin still live?

Her heart seemed to be caught tightly by something, and Princess Duanhui suddenly got stuck in her breath.

If King Shou really killed her 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 was stupid once. She stupidly broke her heart for the news of his death. She stupidly stayed for his widow for two years regardless of his mother’s persuasion. what?

In exchange for his hypocrisy, in exchange for his infatuation with Song Jianing.

It’s my cousin who doesn’t want her.

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 first, so whether he died or alive from now on has nothing to do with her.

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Guo Xiao is dead, but Song Jianing knows nothing about his return to Beijing and his death. In the scorching heat of June, the capital was as hot as a stove, and the flowers and plants in the yard were full of answers. Song Jianing could not go out unless he went out, hiding in a house with ice, greedy to cool off. Zhao Zhao was six years old and began to read and practice calligraphy with her husband. Brother You was three years old, and his short legs ran faster and faster. Song Jianing played with his son for a whole day, so tired that he didn’t want to move at night.

When Zhao Heng came back in the evening, when he entered the door, he saw Song Jianing lazily leaning on the couch, opposite Zhaozhao sitting next to Brother You, holding a kerchief in one hand, and using a silver fork to pierce the chopped melons and fruits with a silver fork to feed his brother. Brother You sit steadily, opening his mouth to answer, and playing with his fat feet with both hands.

“Father!” Seeing him, the brothers and sisters shouted together, the fusion of 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 free.”

I complained to him every day about coaxing his son to be tired, why did he only see his daughter tired?

Song Jianing was really wronged. Her daughter went to school in the daytime. After class, she took her maid to the garden to play with butterflies and watch the lotus. After playing enough, she ran over to coax her brother. She took her son all the time. How could the prince see this short scene? , You think your daughter has worked harder?

“Mother is tired, I will let her rest for a while.” Father did not understand, Zhao Zhao knew that mother worked hard, so he looked up and explained for her.

“Good daughter.” The daughter was sensible, Zhao Heng smiled and touched Xiaoya’s head.

Brother You stared at his father’s big hand, a little anxious, and awkwardly stretched his head to the side of his sister, asking the father to touch him too.

Song Jianing chuckled, his son is like this, is he stupid or smart?

After having enough rest, Song Jianing crawled over and had a family of four eating melons.

When the children were in front of him, Zhao Heng stayed with the children and never talked about outside affairs. After the meal, Zhao Zhao and You brothers were taken away by their respective nurses. Zhao Heng had a sip of tea and looked at Song Jianing and said, “Duanhui, I have to choose. It’s a mess.”

Song Jianing was sending a message to Jingtong. He was taken aback when he heard that. He turned his head and confirmed: “She agrees?” It was Concubine Shu’s own idea?

Zhao Heng put down the tea bowl and said: “The emperor has always spoiled her. If she does not nod, the emperor will not force her.”

Song Jianing moved the comb slowly, wondering why Princess Duanhui, who had previously been a widow for Guo Xiao, changed her mouth, and felt that it would be sooner or later for Princess Duanhui to marry again. Princess Duanhui was eighteen years old, and at the age of flowers like jade, Emperor Shuxuande was reluctant to be a widow daughter. What’s more, Guo Xiao… Guo Xiao was ruthless to his wife. Princess Duanhui lacked the memory of affection for a long time. It is easy to forget.

“Very good, my aunt can finally rest assured.” Song Jianing whispered, turning to continue combing her hair.

Zhao Heng looked at her beautiful and demure face in the mirror, and the words of the emperor rang in his ears again.

The emperor said that Princess Duanhui didn’t know which muscle she had made the mistake, so she had to choose a consort to marry away. The father didn’t know, Zhao Heng understood that Princess Duanhui had figured it out and did not want to stay in the sad place of Beijing. Zhao Heng has never liked Princess Duanhui, only this time, Zhao Heng is willing to admit that Princess Duanhui still has the same merits, and did not get into herself for a bad person.

It is rare that Princess Duanhui was relieved. For fear of her daughter’s remorse, Concubine Shu intensively helped her daughter choose a consort. The new consort is the son of the prefect of Yangzhou. After picking it up, Concubine Shu asked her daughter to enter the palace to see her. Princess Duanhui was very indifferent, and she nodded in response without seeing the man’s face clearly.

It doesn’t matter who it is, she just wants to leave quickly, she doesn’t want to see anyone in the Guo family again, and she doesn’t want to see the birthday king Song Jianing proud.

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

On the day of Princess Duanhui’s marriage, the sky was gloomy, and when the sedan chair walked halfway, it suddenly snowed.

Zhao Heng and Prince Gong were both ordered to be married. Song Jianing finished watching the ceremony in the palace and returned to the palace with a pair of children.

“Mother, it’s snowing.” Zhao Zhao lay down in front of the Liuli window, pointing to the outside and calling mother to see.

Song Jianing just helped Brother You take off the thick cloak, and when he heard the words, he looked up and saw snowflakes flying.

A trace of melancholy surged in my heart.

Who is upset when it snows on the day when Princess Duanhui is overjoyed?

But who do you blame?

After Zhaozhao and You brother fell asleep, Song Jianing went to the Buddhist hall and put on a stick of incense, wishing the deceased will have peace of mind and there will be no sadness in the next life.