The King of Beijing in the Red Mansion

However, Shui Rong did not say much. He lowered his eyes and looked at the scroll. He saw that it was a garden painting. Although the strokes were simple, it looked lifelike, which showed that he had some painting skills.

After a pause, Shui Rong smiled and said, "Fourth sister is talented."

I have talent, but I still need to improve.

Although this painting is not perfect, for a girl of Xichun's age, being able to draw this is already a good job, so it deserves praise.

At this time, Yuanchun took the teacup and brought it up, smiling and saying, "Fourth sister does have a good foundation in painting, but this painting is a little thin. Earlier, Yun girl asked fourth sister to add some other things to it, which made fourth sister complain."

When talking about this, everyone covered their mouths and laughed. Xichun's face flushed a little, and she said in a coquettish tone: "I don't know how to draw such a fine building, nor can I draw figures. How can Yun girl embarrass me?"

Shui Rong glanced at Xiangyun who was laughing secretly with her hands covering her mouth, and felt quite amused. What else could he say about the innocence and liveliness of the little girl?

Although Xichun is good at painting, she is still young and cannot be expected to achieve "master" level results. Besides, painting is just a hobby. It can cultivate one's sentiments and kill time. There is no need to strive for perfection.

After taking a sip of the fragrant tea, Shui Rong said to Xiang Yun, "By the way, the pony is ready, and I have fulfilled my promise to you."

Shui Rong had promised Xiangyun earlier to get a few ponies, but he had forgotten about it before. Shui Rong reminded him a few days ago, so he sent someone to buy them. Now the ponies are in the stables of the palace.

Xiangyun was shocked when she heard this, and said in surprise: "Brother-in-law, is it true? Don't lie to me."

Baochai, Daiyu, Xichun: "???"

Tanchun knew that they didn't know the situation, so she explained it softly. All of a sudden, the three of them realized that it was Xiangyun who was causing the trouble.

Shui Rong smiled and said, "Why should I tease you? The horse gear and other things are ready. When I have free time, I will take you to the martial arts arena to teach you how to ride a horse."

Xiangyun was overjoyed when she heard that. She stepped forward, put her hand on Shuirong's arm, and said coquettishly, "Thank you, brother-in-law."

Shui Rong smiled knowingly. His sister-in-law Xiangyun had half of her butt leaning towards him, how could he not comply?

After a pause, Shui Rong looked at Tanchun and the others and said in a friendly tone, "How many ponies are there? Would you like to learn from them, Third Sister?"

Tanchun's heart moved when she heard this. She looked at Shui Rong with her bright eyes and nodded slightly, saying, "I will listen to my brother-in-law."

When Xiangyun had mentioned riding a horse earlier, Tanchun was somewhat tempted, but she was not sure how to say it. Now that her brother-in-law had spoken, she naturally had to learn it. Besides, she did not know how to ride a horse, so if she wanted to learn it, wouldn't her brother-in-law have to teach her?

Shui Rong nodded slightly when he heard this. In Shui Rong's opinion, among all the sisters, Tanchun is the most suitable one to learn horse riding. She has a heroic spirit. If she puts on red armor and gallops

Without thinking too much, Shui Rong turned his gaze to Baochai and the others, and said with a smile: "Sister Bao, Sister Four, and Sister Lin, if you like, you can also follow me and learn."

Not to mention Baochai and Xichun, Daiyu's delicate body would probably break even a pony apart. But now that the words have been said, how could Daiyu be left behind?

When Daiyu heard this, her pretty face was startled and she blinked her eyes. What did her brother-in-law mean by this pause?

At this time, Yuanchun scolded, "Xiangyun alone is not enough, and she has to bring the third girl along, and now she is dragging the fourth sister and the others. How can a girl learn to ride a horse?"

Shui Rong didn't take it seriously. Yuanchun was a typical good wife and mother, and naturally she followed the so-called women's virtues. So Shui Rong smiled and said, "What's the big deal? Learning to ride a horse can help girls stay healthy. After learning how to ride a horse, we can go riding in the spring next year."

After these words were spoken, the eyes of Yuanchun and the others lit up slightly. Even Daiyu was yearning for it. For girls like them, it was not easy to travel on weekdays, let alone riding a horse for an outing.

Shui Rong saw Yuanchun's expression, smiled knowingly, and said softly: "If Yuanchun wants to learn, I will have someone prepare a mature colt."

Yuanchun was originally yearning for it, but when she heard the prince's words, her eyebrows slightly raised.

Chapter 178 How Can I Play Solo

After chatting and laughing for a while, it was time for dinner. Yuanchun invited everyone to have dinner, and then they left one by one, leaving only Shui Rong and Yuanchun.

Shui Rong sat on the brocade couch, looked at Yuanchun and took the fragrant tea, smiling and said, "Let the people below do these small things, there is no need to trouble my wife."

Speaking of which, although Yuanchun was the Princess of Beijing, whenever he was present, she would do the small task of serving tea and water herself and never asked others to do it for her.

When Yuanchun heard this, her eyes were gentle, and her pretty face was filled with joy. She smiled and said, "Serving my husband is no small matter. My husband is busy with government affairs. What I am doing is not worth it. Besides, my husband also said it was a small matter, so it is not hard for me."

Shui Rong felt warm at heart when he heard this. There was nothing wrong with Yuanchun being a good wife.

Putting the tea cup in his hand on the table, he stretched out his hand to bring the beauty into his arms. Feeling the beauty's soft fragrance, Shui Rong smiled and said, "It's really a blessing for me to marry my wife."

What Shui Rong said was true. If marrying a wife like Yuanchun is not a blessing, then what is blessing?

Yuanchun leaned on her husband's shoulder, listening to his whispers, her heart softened, she looked at the boy with her sparkling eyes, and said with a pouty pink lip: "My husband, don't you dislike my plump body? How can it be your blessing?"

She would have no objection to changing to a bigger horse, after all, there was a big age gap between her and her sisters. But why would she be so heavy if she were to change to an adult horse?

Hearing this, Shui Rong paused his hand that was touching the knot, lowered his eyes to look at the beauty, and raised his brows. What's wrong with Yuanchun? Why did she bring up this matter out of nowhere? She was so petty. This shouldn't be the case. He knew Yuanchun's depth and she was definitely not a petty person.

But Shui Rong had no choice. He just had to coax his wife. But just as he was about to coax her, he heard a suppressed laugh. He couldn't help but look aside, and saw Baoqin standing beside him trying hard to hide his smile.

When Baoqin saw Shuirong's gaze, she quickly turned around and stood up, but she couldn't hide her trembling body.

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows when he saw this. This little bastard dared to laugh at him. He deserved to be punished.

However, it was not time to care about hugging Qin. He turned his eyes to Yuanchun and said warmly: "My wife is plump and lovely, how can I dislike her."

He had never disliked Yuanchun's plumpness. His words of disdain that time were just to express his attitude. In Shui Rong's opinion, Yuanchun was fat where she should be fat, and thin where she should be thin, just right.

Yuanchun's jade-like face was slightly tipsy. She let the mischievous hand do what it wanted. She glanced at Shui Rong with her beautiful eyes, raised her head, and said softly, "It is my great fortune that I can marry the prince!"

For Yuanchun, she had lived in the palace in her early years and had already accepted her fate. Who would have thought that the emperor would be so generous as to arrange a marriage for her and help her escape from the cannibalistic cage? This has already made her feel grateful.

Originally, Shui Rong's verbal disdain made her feel miserable, but since she married into the palace, her husband has treated her with great care. Although her mother-in-law was quite dissatisfied with her, she didn't suffer much as her husband dealt with her.

Now that her family is harmonious and the prince treats her family with courtesy, she has no reason not to cherish such a life. Therefore, Yuanchun serves Shui Rong wholeheartedly, and even some small things are done by her own hands.

As the saying goes, "If you treat me with sincerity, I will never let you down."

Shui Rong smiled knowingly, without saying much, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched the beauty's soft jaw, leaning down

After a moment, Yuanchun's cheeks became delicate and charming, her beautiful eyes were as clear as autumn water, and her delicate body collapsed in Shuirong's arms.

Shui Rong hugged Yuanchun and called softly, "My wife."

A gentle call made Yuanchun's heart tremble immediately. She glanced at the young man with her beautiful eyes and lowered her head without saying a word. She knew how things would develop next without having to think too much, and she was inexplicably looking forward to it.

Shui Rong's mouth curled up slightly when he saw this, and he said softly: "My lady, you are an excellent pianist, can you play a song for me?"

Yuanchun raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the young man with confusion. Everything was ready now, but her husband asked her to play the piano. What did this mean? He really couldn't tell priorities apart.

Shui Rong couldn't help feeling proud when he saw this. You always use the matter of Fengyu to bully him. Do you really think he has no temper? You must teach Yuanchun a lesson.

Thinking of this, Shui Rong said with a gentle look: "If my wife doesn't want to, I won't force you."

Yuanchun's heart paused when she heard this. She looked at the warm young man in front of her with her beautiful eyes and frowned slightly. She felt something strange in her heart, but she couldn't figure it out for a moment.

But since her husband was interested, Yuanchun would not refuse. She rolled her eyes at her husband, fastened the belt that had fallen off her waist, endured the softness in her calves, forced herself to stand up and told the maid to burn the piano and cook the crane.

Shui Rong didn't care. He looked at Yuanchun who was staggering, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and waited for Yuanchun to play the piano.

Soon, the maid placed a table in the middle. Yuanchun sat on it and stroked the strings of the zither with her fair fingers, making a few "clang" sounds.

After trying the sound of the guqin, Yuanchun raised his starry eyes and gave the young man an angry look. With a bit of resentment on his brow, he picked up the qin. For a while, the lingering sound lingered in the room, and the sound of the qin was beautiful and sweet.

Shui Rong sat on the brocade couch, listening to the sound of string music and looking at the standing servant Baoqin with interest. He couldn't let this girl go either, so he waved his hand.

Seeing this, Baoqin's jade face was a little confused, but since the prince called her, she naturally would not refuse, so she stepped forward, half-bent, and asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

Shui Rong chuckled, reached out and pinched the beauty's chin, and whispered a few words softly.

Upon hearing this, Baoqin looked at the prince with her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her jade-like face flushed as blood, as if she couldn't believe what the prince said. The girl was playing the piano, how could the prince be so interested in it.

Shui Rong didn't say much when he saw Bao Qin was indifferent, so he reached out and pressed

Baoqin's face was red and she turned around to look at the girl, pursed her lips, and thought to herself: "This is the order of the prince, it can't be blamed on her."

"Ding"

Yuanchun, who was playing the zither, was a little confused at first, but when she saw the movement of holding the zither, she suddenly understood. The sound of the zither became chaotic, so she stopped.

Shui Rong saw Yuanchun stopped playing and said jokingly, "Madam, why don't you play anymore?"

The sounds of string instruments alternate in the ears, this is a wonderful sound, how can it be played solo?

Yuanchun saw Shui Rong's playful expression, and thought of the inexplicable action of asking him to play the piano before. The smart girl immediately realized that the prince's strange behavior seemed to be due to her joke, and this scene was clearly naked revenge.

After spitting in her heart, Yuanchun played the piano again, ignoring the scene in front of her. After all, she had experienced many exciting scenes.

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows when he saw this. Since the fire was not strong enough, he would make it stronger. He lowered his eyes and said, "Good girl, today I will let you suppress your master."

"Ding"

Yuanchun's piano playing paused again, and she rolled her eyes at her husband. Letting him hold her down with the piano was like using her as a cushion. Wasn't that sensible?

Chapter 179 Yuanchun: My husband, I don’t want to be your mistress

The candlelight on the elevated platform was bright, illuminating the entire room. The autumn-colored gauze window was like smoke, reflecting the hazy and swaying figure.

Yuanchun sat upright in front of the desk, the sound of the piano flowing out from her jade fingers, like thin threads flowing through her heart, soft and peaceful, but it made Shuirong frown slightly, feeling a little dissatisfied.

She can remain calm even though she is so skilled in playing the zither. Should we say that Yuanchun is just too good at it and it doesn't affect her mood? You know, in the past, Yuanchun would have covered her face in shame and would not have been able to remain calm. Doesn't this mean that he has trained her well?

After a moment of silence, Shui Rong helped Baoqin up and whispered a few words.

Upon hearing this, Baoqin raised her willow eyes and glared at the prince. She felt quite helpless. The prince and the princess were having a bad temper, and as a maid, she had no choice but to endure it.

She nodded slightly, held the qin and lifted up the hem of her skirt, then half-bowed.

"Cheng."

A high-pitched sound of a piano resounded throughout the house, representing the confusion of the person playing the piano.

Yuanchun's pretty face flushed as she looked at the scene in front of her. Her heart trembled uncontrollably, and the muscles in her wrists became weak. She cursed inwardly, saying that her husband was being too naughty.

Shui Rong naturally noticed Yuanchun's panic, and said with a smile: "Madam, if you are tired, you may come over and rest."

When Yuanchun heard this, she spat in her heart. It seemed like he was asking her a question, but in fact, the initiative was still in her hands. If she took the initiative to go over, wouldn't it mean that she was surrendering? Her husband had such sinister intentions and wanted her to be humble and submissive. She was not in a hurry!

Yuanchun bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, calmed herself down, and the sound of the piano became melodious again.

Shui Rong frowned when he saw this, but didn't say anything. This was the time to compete in endurance, so he listened quietly to the sound of the string music.

After the music ended, Yuanchun stopped playing and softened her wrists. Her plump, fair face had already become as rosy as clouds, with a hint of sweat flowing down her forehead. Her clear, starry eyes, reflected by the candlelight, were as clear as autumn water, gleaming with a crystal luster.

She was an expert at playing the zither after all, but in front of these two people who acted as if no one was around, she had to force herself to play a single tune on the zither. Now her body felt so soft that she didn't want to move for even a moment.

Baoqin looked back at the young man with her pretty, flushed face. Her radiant almond eyes were filled with a hint of doubt as she said coquettishly, "Your Majesty."

Shui Rong chuckled, raised his hand and clapped his hands. Amid the beauty's moaning, he looked up at the beauty sitting behind the table and called out in a gentle voice, "Madam."

Upon hearing this, Yuanchun clenched the embroidered handkerchief in her hand and responded softly, with starry eyes. It was her husband who called her, not her who took the initiative.

Just as Yuanchun was thinking about this, Shui Rong smiled and said, "I wonder if my lady could play a song for me."

String symphony is elegant.