The King of Beijing in the Red Mansion

Seeing that the two were getting along well, Concubine Beijing felt relieved and said, "Brother Rong, Hua'er will be staying in the palace for a while. You are her cousin, so you need to take good care of her."

Seeing the meaningful look on Concubine Beijing's face, Shui Rong was speechless. There were so many people in the palace, and they couldn't even take care of a daughter? And they wanted to take care of her more? How do you add more? Please let Concubine Beijing lead by example and demonstrate it again.

However, since his stepmother had given the order, Shui Rong had no choice but to agree.

Chapter 20 Why did the prince pull her hand again?

The warm room in the Ning'antang suite in Prince Beijing's Palace.

As dusk fell, the lights in the warm room were bright, and the room was filled with a rich and pleasant fragrance.

Looking around, there is a guqin standing in the corner, a bronze mirror on a wooden dressing table, a rose-red gauze curtain hanging on the mandarin duck tent, and when a wisp of evening breeze blows, the gauze curtain dances with it, enchanting and magnificent. On the winding mandarin duck tent, there are pillows embroidered with lotus flowers using Suzhou embroidery, and a fresh pink quilt embroidered with gardenias. It is an indescribable harmony, and everywhere exudes the delicate and gentle feeling that belongs to a girl's home.

Shuang Jiang came to the bed with a basin of hot water, put down the copper basin, and looked at Ke Qing who was holding embroidery in her hands in the mandarin duck tent. She said softly: "Miss, the bed is made. Please sit down and wash your feet first!!!"

Keqing stared intently at the embroidery, her beautiful eyes focused on it, her slender fingers threading the needle, and she whispered, "Well, wait a little longer, it will be done soon."

Seeing Keqing's serious face, Shuangjiang couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, and joked: "Girl, didn't the prince say it? I'm not in a hurry to get the sweat towel, so why bother to hurry up? If you hurt your eyes, don't let it go." The prince is very distressed."

Keqing paused her sewing when she heard this. Her pretty cheeks flushed with heat. Her eyes, like stars, glanced sideways and said angrily, "It's just some sewing. How can it hurt your eyes? You're making a fuss over nothing and you're teasing me."

Looking at Keqing's soft, tender and shy posture, it was hard to describe. It even made her, a daughter, lose her mind. No wonder the prince, who was always upright and polite, took her to heart.

After smiling, Shuangjiang said, "Miss, I'm not kidding you. Our prince has never paid attention to anyone. You are the first one."

Upon hearing this, Keqing lowered her head, her cheeks flushed. She understood what Shuangjiang said in her heart. She could feel Shuirong's preference for her, especially when they met. Shuirong's eyes were like those of a murderer, but she restrained herself and could not help being abrupt and using violence.

Frost saw this and knew that the girl was shy, so she stopped joking and squatted down to help Keqing take off her shoes and socks. Keqing obeyed. They didn't get along for long as master and servant, but they got along well.

The shoes and socks were taken off, and the jade feet were placed in the basin. Suddenly, Bai Lu's voice was heard from outside: "My Lord, you are here."

Keqing in the mandarin duck tent was delighted when she heard this, and her starry eyes sparkled.

Frost saw this and smiled, and said in a slightly joking tone: "Girl, I told you that the prince cares about you, but you still don't believe it."

As an "old person" in the palace, how could she not know about Shui Rong? After all, the maids in the palace were watching him, and she was no exception.

Keqing was shy in her heart. She believed it, but how could she say such embarrassing words?

Shui Rong walked around a glass screen for ladies, lifted the beaded curtain and entered the warm room. He looked at the beautiful figure on the mandarin duck tent and said softly, "Keqing, are you washing your feet?"

Keqing lowered her head and said "hmm", her eyes wandering.

Shui Rong smiled knowingly, moved closer, and hesitated as he looked at the mandarin duck tent. If they sat next to each other, it would seem too abrupt!!!

Shuangjiang was sharp-eyed, and hurriedly stood up and held the brocade cushion and placed it in front of the tent. Seeing this, Shuirong gave up the idea of ​​sitting next to him and sat down calmly. Shuirong could not help but look at the basin. Although there was water splashing between them, he could still see the six-inch round skin, which was as smooth as jade. He could not help but sigh at the creation of heaven. If he could let the water caress his body, he wondered what it would be like.

Seeing Shui Rong's burning gaze, Keqing's face flushed red and there was some embarrassment between her eyebrows. You have to know that the jade feet are a woman's private parts, no less private than other parts. How can she wash her feet in front of Shui Rong? But if she covers them up, it would seem abrupt.

The sound of water splashing was heard, and the jade feet moved slightly, with the toes stirring up splashes in the basin, making it difficult to see clearly.

Frost saw this and squatted down, holding a towel, and said with a smile: "Miss, don't move, I will wipe your feet for you."

Shuangjiang didn't care about Shui Rong seeing Keqing's jade feet. After all, Keqing was Shui Rong's concubine, so it wouldn't be a problem for her to even touch them, let alone see them.

Keqing really did not move when she heard that. Shuangjiang held the towel in one hand and took Keqing's calf with the other. Her jade feet were out of the water, slightly red and still steaming. The crystal clear water droplets rolling on the instep were clearly visible, and they were so soft and delicate that it was unusual.

Shui Rong was slightly moved when he saw this. How about he help wipe it?

After taking a deep breath, Shui Rong gave up. He felt shy just looking at her, let alone trying, as he was afraid of scaring her. Besides, he didn't have any special hobbies. He just appreciated beautiful things.

After wiping her feet, Frost quickly retracted her jade feet and huddled into the quilt. She felt so shy under Shui Rong's gaze that her delicate body softened.

"Why is the prince here?" Keqing mustered up her courage, looked up at the handsome Shui Rong, and changed the subject to ask,

Shui Rong raised his eyes to look at the beauty and said with a smile: "Come and see you."

Although Keqing was staying in the warm room of Ning'an Hall's suite, it would be fine for Shui Rong to come over and take a look. Concubine Beijing would not say much if she knew.

You can’t move, and you can’t come over and take a look?

As Keqing listened to Shui Rong's somewhat blunt words, the rouge on her cheeks became thicker, and her bright eyes were full of radiance, like a mimosa swaying in the wind.

The daughter was shy, and Shui Rong never tired of looking at her. His mind was shaken for a moment, but he came back to his senses after a moment. He took out a lipstick box from his bosom and handed it to her, saying softly: "Keqing, this is a gift for you."

Keqing took it in a daze. The words "Ruyifang" were clearly visible. Earlier in Ning'an Hall, she knew that Shui Rong went to Ruyifang and brought a box of lipstick to Concubine Beijing, but Concubine Beijing gave it to Zhen Hua instead. Keqing was envious of this, but she didn't take it too seriously. She never thought that the prince actually brought a box to her family.

Shui Rong smiled knowingly when he saw this, and reminded him: "See if you like it. If you don't like it, I'll pick a better one for you next time."

Shui Rong originally wanted to give away the lipstick when he was at Ning'an Hall, but there were only two gifts and there were three women, which seemed a bit inappropriate, so he had to give up and return to express his gratitude in the evening, with absolutely no other thoughts.

"It's a gift from the prince, so of course it's good." Keqing turned her head and replied in a low voice, not daring to look directly into the eyes.

Shui Rong was delighted to see this. From Keqing's expression, he knew that the man had feelings for her and the woman was willing to do the same. They were both committed to each other and were not one-sided. If Keqing was resisting in her heart, even if Shui Rong liked her very much, he would probably lose interest in her.

"Then next time you put it on and show it to me, okay?"

The lip balm is water-soluble and carefully selected. It is called Peach Blossom Dew. It is delicate and bright and goes well with Keqing's peach blossom face.

Keqing's expression tensed and she felt very ashamed. Why did the prince pull her hand again? She wanted to take it back but it was not easy. She wanted to remind him but was too embarrassed to do so. She was in a dilemma.

"Hmm." After a while, a greasy hum sounded, as soft as a mosquito's buzz. If you don't have good hearing, you probably won't be able to hear it...

In another side courtyard of Ning'an Hall, inside the house, in front of the dressing coffin inlaid with tortoise shells, Zhen Hua took off her teardrop pearl earrings and placed them in the dressing box. Her pretty eyes glanced at the flowing colorful incense box, and her dimples appeared.

"Miss, how long have you been looking at the incense box? Are you not satisfied yet?" The maid who was helping her remove her makeup behind her couldn't help but teased.

The maid who made the joke was named Jingzhe, and she served Zhen Hua. Zhen Hua was not staying in the palace alone, but the maid who had been serving her came with her.

Zhen Hua glanced back and said angrily, "What are you talking about? Hurry up and take off your makeup."

Jingzhe smiled, he knew his own girl very well. From the first time he saw Shui Rong, he had fallen in love with her. He thought that with the old concubine's guarantee, the marriage would be successful. He never expected the twists and turns of the emperor's marriage, which made his girl very sad. Fortunately, the old concubine had other arrangements, and let Zhen Hua stay in the palace temporarily, and make arrangements in the future. Now that Zhen Hua entered the palace and was recognized by Concubine Beijing, how could he not be happy?

The incense box on the dressing coffin was given by Prince Beijing. Although it was a re-gift, it is almost the same as before. The girl regards it as a treasure.

Zhen Hua was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses and asked, "By the way, have you found out more about Keqing's affairs?"

In Ning'an Hall, although Zhen Hua and Keqing had a harmonious atmosphere, the girl's delicate nature made her notice that Shui Rong was always looking at her. She couldn't help feeling jealous, so she asked Jingzhe to try to find out more so that she could have an idea.

Jingzhe nodded slightly and whispered, "Miss, I paid some money and asked the maid in the palace. I found out that this Miss Qin is the daughter of the Minister of Food in the Ministry of Works. She came to the palace half a month ago."

"The Minister of Food of the Ministry of Works?" Zhen Hua murmured, frowning.

Jingzhe nodded and replied, "Yes, I heard that he was a low-ranking official from a small family, but he was handsome and the prince took a fancy to him."

Zhen Hua was slightly surprised when she heard this. Seeing Keqing was so graceful and behaved properly, she thought she was a lady from a wealthy family, but she never expected her to be from a humble family.

Jingzhe saw what Zhen Hua was thinking about, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "Miss, I heard that the prince invited Miss Qin. I heard that he originally wanted to marry her as his principal wife, but the concubine disliked Miss Qin's family background, so she rejected it. I don't know if it's true or not."

Zhen Hua was startled when she heard this. Wasn't this the first time she came back to the palace half a month ago? She remembered that the Beijing Palace had an ambiguous attitude towards the marriage. Could it be that...

Thinking of this, Zhen Miao's face turned pale, and she felt wronged. How could she not be as good as Keqing? Why was her cousin so partial to her...

Seeing this, Jingzhe was a little worried and said to comfort her, "Miss, don't worry. The Concubine Dowager has taken a fancy to you, and with the old Concubine Dowager in the palace guaranteeing you, the Princess Beijing will definitely be yours."

"Parents' orders and matchmaker's words." Both the Beijing Concubine and the old concubine agreed that the marriage would be successful in all likelihood. Thinking of this, Zhen Hua felt relieved. Although Keqing acted prudently, the family prejudice was as big as a ravine. The Qin family would never be accepted by the upper class. The Beijing Concubine made it clear who was in charge and who was in charge. After a light sigh, she instructed, "Jingzhe, we are now in the Beijing Palace, not at home. Be careful in everything and don't lose your manners or let others underestimate you."

Jingzhe nodded when he heard this. After all, this was not the Zhen family and all the rules had to be followed. If he was disliked and ruined the girl's plan, it would be a sin.

Chapter 21 Jia Baoyu's Happiness

The next morning, a hint of paleness appeared in the east, the sun rose, and the morning light poured into the house.

As usual, Yingluo took the maidservants to help her wash and dress. As she was dressing meticulously, Shui Rong looked at the light makeup on Yingluo's pretty face and asked, "Why didn't you use the lipstick I gave you?"

Yesterday, Shui Rong brought lip balm for Ying Luo. I thought Ying Luo would put it on, but who would have thought that she would just do it the same as usual.

Yingluo carefully helped Shuirong tie the belt. When she heard the question, she raised her eyes and gave him a glare. She replied as a matter of course, "That was a gift from the prince. I can't bear to part with it."

Shui Rong chuckled when he heard that. He was indeed a considerate person. His words were so comforting.

"Little hoof, I gave it to you so that you can paint it, otherwise why would I give it to you? After you paint it, I will give it to you again, what's the point of that?"

A box of lipstick is nothing to Shui Rong, who is rich and powerful. What's more, Ying Luo puts on the lipstick for him to see, so Shui Rong is the one who benefits from it. Therefore, Shui Rong is naturally generous.

"Seriously, Your Majesty, please don't lie to me." Yingluo's eyes lit up, and she looked at Shui Rong hopefully with her clear and beautiful eyes, her tone gentle and pleasant.

Shui Rong was in a good mood when he saw this. He understood that what Ying Luo cared about was not a box of rouge, but his special treatment. Women dress up to please themselves, and who doesn't want to dress up beautifully to show the one they like?

Shui Rong naturally treated this lovely girl who was so devoted to him specially. He stretched out his hand to grab Ying Luo's jaw and said jokingly, "When have I ever coaxed you? Go get the lip balm and I'll put it on for you."

Yingluo glanced aside and saw the maid who was giggling nearby. Her beautiful eyes moved and she glared at Shui Rong.

My master is really something, there are other people around!!!

"How can a master apply this to a servant? I can't bear it."

Yingluo pursed her lips and became annoyed. She asked her master to put on lipstick so that others would accuse her of not knowing the difference between superiors and subordinates.

Shui Rong looked at Yingluo's watery blinking eyes and felt amused in his heart. Yingluo was obviously moved in her heart, but she said seriously that it was a matter of course and that it was just applying lipstick. What's the big deal? Besides, Yingluo was a maid recognized by Concubine Beijing. Who would say otherwise? Girls are used to saying one thing and thinking another.

"You little slut, you're still trying to be cunning in front of me. Why don't you go get it? It's too late. I don't have time to deal with you."

Yingluo raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard that, and said hurriedly, "I'll take it right away."

As she spoke, Yingluo trotted towards the next room, as if she was afraid that Shuirong would go back on his word.

The so-called separate room was actually inside Shui Rong's room, but it was separated by a curtain. As Shui Rong's personal maid, Ying Luo had to serve him at all times. How could she not stay close to him?

After a while, Yingluo came in with a smile on her face, holding the incense box. She stepped forward, handed it over, and said in a clear voice, "Your Highness, this is for you."

Shui Rong took the incense box and opened it. The white and red fragrant paste exuded a sweet fragrance that was refreshing.

"Come here, I'll put lip balm on you." Shui Rong's index finger reached into the perfume box, picked up some cream, and greeted him.

Yingluo looked at Shuirong with a little surprise. Could it be that the prince didn't want to use a lip brush but his fingers?

She pursed her lips, her starry eyes sparkling, her jade-like face filled with a happy smile. She took a step forward, nodded slightly, and looked at Shui Rong quietly with expectant eyes, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Seeing this, Shui Rong smiled and said, "Damn little hoof, you still say you can't bear it."

He reached out to apply lip balm on Yingluo. Her lips were soft, just like a baby's. He applied the water-soluble lip balm carefully, and the light red lip balm was evenly spread on Yingluo's cherry lips.

After a while, Yingluo asked softly, "My Lord, are you ready?"

It doesn't take that long to apply lip gloss.

Shui Rong did not answer, but looked at Ying Luo's makeup. There were two petals on her upper lip and one petal on her lower lip. When her lips were slightly closed, the shape of the whole flower could be seen. It was indeed a "cherry mouth of Fan Su", which looked very dynamic, fresh and lovely.

Pursing his lips, Shui Rong couldn't help but lean over and hold Ying Luo's tender lips, and began to "bit" them wantonly.

Yingluo opened her almond-shaped eyes in astonishment. Didn't the prince help her apply lipstick? Why did she suddenly stop thinking? Without time to think, Yingluo felt the warm breath, her body was slightly hot, her embroidered shoes were slightly closed, and she slowly closed her eyes.

"Your Highness." Yingluo said shyly, wiping the redness from the corners of her mouth with an embroidered handkerchief in her hand. Her almond-shaped eyes were full of water. "Your Highness, what a fool you are. He said he would put lipstick on her, but she didn't even see how it turned out. All the effort was in vain."