The King of Beijing in the Red Mansion

Chapter 218 Baochai: Hengzhi Qingfen

Baochai Courtyard.

Baochai, wearing a goose yellow skirt and with her hair tied up in a bun, sat on a brocade cushion. Her bright almond-shaped eyes were staring at the teapot on the table. She was lost in thought, and there was a hint of melancholy between her brows.

For some reason, the prince has been quite cold towards her recently. Although she knows that she needs to stay away from others, he is not so reluctant to even give her a comforting look.

Could it be that the novelty has worn off and he's bored?

Looking down, Baochai was pinching the buttons with her bare hands, and the man's childish greed emerged in her mind. Her snow-white cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked so obsessed, it didn't look like she would get tired of him at all.

But why did he ignore her? Now the girl became worried because of the boy's ambiguous attitude.

Ying'er looked at her young lady with her willow eyes, and she was also worried. She asked softly, "Young lady, are you reluctant to leave the palace?"

Although she is lively and straightforward, she is not stupid. She said she was reluctant to leave the palace, but in fact she was reluctant to leave the people in the palace.

Baochai understood what Ying'er meant. She really couldn't bear to leave that man, but she had no choice. What could she do? She sighed and asked, "Ying'er, have you packed your bags?"

Ying Er knew that the girl didn't want to talk much, so she tactfully didn't ask any more questions and replied, "Miss, everything is packed."

At this moment, the maid outside reported: "Miss, the prince is here."

Hearing this, Baochai's dim almond eyes brightened up. The prince must have come here with her in his heart. She knew that the prince was not a fickle person.

In a moment, Shui Rong walked in, looked at the girl sitting upright, his face became gentle, and he said softly: "Sister Bao, I'm here to see you."

These simple words touched Baochai's soft heart. For a moment, her almond-shaped eyes were moist and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

Seeing this, Shui Rong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. The girl in front of him must be Baochai, not Daiyu!

Without time to think, Shui Rong moved closer and sat down on the brocade cushion next to Baochai. He reached out to wipe away the tears from her eyes and said softly, "My dear sister, what happened?"

You are the respectful and considerate Xue Baochai, not the crybaby Lin Daiyu.

Seeing this, Ying'er on the side, her eyes flickered slightly, and she retreated with a slightly tipsy face, closed the door considerately, sat on the railing of the porch, and guarded outside the door competently.

Baochai's snow-white cheeks turned a little red, and her bright almond-shaped eyes glared at the young man.

Why was she crying? Wasn’t it because of the boy’s ambiguity and the sister’s attitude? That was not Lin Daiyu’s nickname.

However, the young man's tenderness softened Baochai's heart for a moment, and all her anger disappeared.

Baochai turned her back to the young man and wiped her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief in her bare hands. She didn't want the young man to see her embarrassing side.

Shui Rong put his hand on the girl's shoulder and pulled her back. He looked at Baochai's plump face and asked softly, "Sister, are you blaming me for ignoring you? How about I tell Yuanchun so that we don't have to hide it from others and make my good sister sad?"

Baochai's heart was filled with sweetness when she heard this. She looked at the young man with her almond-shaped eyes tenderly and said softly, "Brother-in-law, you should wait for a while. I am already satisfied that you have this intention."

Although she wanted to do it openly, she had to consider Yuanchun's feelings. It was inappropriate to enter the palace now, and there was no need to be so anxious. As the saying goes, more haste makes waste. How could she make things difficult for her brother-in-law because of her selfish motives? This was not what a good wife should do.

Shui Rong nodded slightly upon hearing this and said softly, "I'll listen to my sister."

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The boy's straightforward answer made Baochai realize that his previous words were nothing more than consolation and should not be taken seriously. He was just trying to trick her.

Sincerity was exchanged for falsehood. At this moment, Baochai felt aggrieved, her almond eyes were filled with tears, her pearly teeth were lightly biting her cherry lips, and she looked straight at the young man with resentment between her brows.

Seeing this, Shui Rong felt a little embarrassed. He was indeed sure that Baochai was respectful and considerate to coax her, but he forgot that Baochai was a smart girl and it was too obvious for her not to see.

Seeing Baochai's aggrieved expression, Shui Rong reached out and gently pinched the girl's chin, then moved forward and pecked at the tears at the corners of her eyes, which gradually slid down and held onto her peach-like lips.

The beauty is sad, and can only be persuaded by the power of words.

In a short while, Baochai, who had been sitting separately, fell into someone's arms. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, she was breathing softly, and her delicate body was leaning on the solid chest, almost soft. The grievance and resentment in her heart had already been swallowed by the young man.

Pursing her pink lips, Baochai raised her delicate head slightly, and looked at the young man who was savoring the moment with her bright eyes, and said angrily, "Brother-in-law only knows how to bully me."

He kisses her all the time, with a cold face. Is he so obsessed with her?

Shui Rong chuckled when he heard this. What's the point of recognizing his sister as his sister if he doesn't use her to bully her? What's more, he saw that Baochai didn't resist at all, which showed that she was obviously willing to be bullied by him.

Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai, one was willing to fight, the other was willing to suffer.

Of course, Shui Rong would not say this directly. He lowered his head, leaned close to the girl's crystal ear, and whispered softly, "Sister, please go back to the Duke's Mansion first. After a while, come to the Prince's Mansion with Yun Yatou and the others."

Although the girl in his arms has not yet taken on his shape, she is not much different. It is not a good idea for her to continue staying in the Duke's Mansion. With the excuse of Concubine Beijing, it is legitimate to invite them to the Prince's Mansion.

Sometimes I think that Concubine Beijing not only considers Shui Rong in everything, but also uses him as a shield at the last minute. She is becoming more and more competent as a stepmother, and I don't know when she can become a comprehensive stepmother.

Baochai's cheeks were red as clouds. She raised her hand and gently tapped the young man's hand that was playing tricks on his clothes. She said in a trembling voice, "Brother-in-law, stop making trouble."

Earlier in Ning'an Hall, the eldest sister had said that they would be allowed to come to the palace to play after some time, so he was not worried about it. Now that his bags were packed, who knows who might come over. If he let the teenagers act up, it would be bad if they were seen.

But she knew that this man was very obsessed and would not stop for a while. Moreover, her brother-in-law only cared about himself and did not know how to deal with the aftermath. In the end, she had to bear the pain alone.

Shui Rong's eyes fell on the girl's arm. The jade wrist was still wearing the string of red musk beads. Her skin and bones were crystal clear, and the red and white colors complemented each other, just like a red plum blossom in the snow, exquisite and bright.

Shui Rong couldn't help but hold the girl's hand, slowly leading her, and whispered: "My dear sister, my brother-in-law is feeling a little unwell, are you willing to help him?"

Although Baochai is not very old, Shuirong is well-read and has a lot of experience. There are other ways. Now he has to go to the Duke's Mansion and he probably won't see her for a long time. He has to comfort her well. It's definitely not that he has any thoughts just because he sees the red and white arms.

Baochai's heart was greatly shaken, Fengze's face flushed red like blood, her hands trembled constantly, and she quickly withdrew her hands. Her bright almond eyes were as clear as autumn water. She originally wanted to stop him, but she never thought that the young man would become more and more aggressive.

This asked her to help, how could she help?

Shui Rong looked at the soft girl in his arms and couldn't help but smile knowingly. That charming and beautiful figure emerged in his mind. If it were Ke'er in this situation, she would have been eating with her bare hands.

Forget it, after all, youthfulness cannot compare to charm, and Baochai doesn’t have the book to copy, so it is normal for her to lack knowledge. Shui Rong, who likes to be a teacher, has to put in some effort.

Thinking of this, Shui Rong guided the beautiful lady's hand with one hand, and gently unbuttoned the collar with the other hand, and said softly: "My dear sister, I want to reserve a courtyard for you in the palace. What style do you like? I can have it decorated in advance and wait for you to move in."

Baochai will enter the palace sooner or later, so it is natural for her to stay in the courtyard. It is also to reassure Baochai and prevent the girl from thinking that she is being used as a prostitute for fun.

Another most important point is to talk to distract the girl so that she won’t be too shy.

Baochai's cheeks were burning hot and her almond eyes were as clear as water. She wanted to withdraw her hand as if she had been electrocuted, but she was led by the young man and could not break free for a while. The strange feeling in front of her collar and the whispers in her ears made Baochai lose focus and feel dizzy.

Biting her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, Baochai gave up her soft resistance and replied in a trembling voice, "Brother-in-law is the boss."

Even so, the young man still has the final say.

Shui Rong was not in a hurry to hear that. He guided the girl's slender jade finger and looked around the house at the furnishings. He said softly, "Then let's follow the style of this courtyard. Do you think it's suitable, sister?"

At this moment, Baochai had no time to think about the style. Her heart was beating fast and she lowered her head and responded softly.

Shui Rong didn't say anything more after seeing this, and instead said casually, "Sister, I have already thought of a name for our courtyard. It's called 'Hengwu Courtyard'. What do you think?"

Baochai's mind was aroused when she heard this. She raised her rosy face and looked at the young man with her almond-shaped eyes, and asked softly, "Why did my brother-in-law name it 'Hengwu Courtyard'?"

It’s not that she disliked it, she was just curious about why her brother-in-law named the hospital this way.

Shui Rong smiled, leaned over to touch the beautiful woman's neck, and said in an inexplicable tone: "Sister, your fragrance is incomparable to the fragrance of flowers, the fragrance of Hengzhi, this sister of "Hengwuyuan" really deserves the name."

In the original novel, "Hengwu Courtyard" was named after the many exotic plants in the courtyard, so the plaque "Hengzhi Qingfen" was inscribed on it. However, in Shui Rong's opinion, the cold fragrance on Baochai's body has the same effect, and she is also "Hengzhi Qingfen".

Baochai was delighted to hear Shuirong's praise, especially Shuirong's love. If he didn't have her in his heart, he wouldn't have taken it so seriously. For a moment, Baochai felt so sweet in her heart that she replied softly, "I'll listen to my brother-in-law."

Shui Rong knew that Baochai was respectful and lovely. Seeing that the shyness in the beauty's heart had eased, he said no more. He leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, giving her earnest advice.

Baochai's heart trembled when she heard the words, but under the boy's soft words, the defense line in her heart had already fallen. She bit her tender lips with her pearly teeth, endured the shyness in her heart, followed the boy's words, and danced with her bare hands.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, Ying'er outside the house said, "Miss Lin, why are you here?"

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Chapter 219 Daiyu: A pair of cheating lovers

Beijing Prince's Mansion, Cuicui Temple.

Miaoyu was still dressed the same, with a Miaochang bun on her head, a moon-white jacket with plain sleeves, a long vest with paddy green satin trim, a silk sash of autumn fragrance tied around her neck, and a white silk skirt painted with light ink tied around her waist. She had no makeup on her face, but she exuded an otherworldly air that made people dare not disrespect her at first sight.

At this moment, the Taoist nun was sitting on a stone chair in the yard, flipping through the Buddhist scriptures with her bare hands. On the small table below her, a teacup was steaming.

Not long after, Miaoyu reached out and picked up the teacup to pour a cup of tea. She looked at the green jade bowl with clear eyes, and a strange light flashed in her eyes.

That person hasn't come for some time since the last time they drank tea and discussed philosophy. Could it be that the sarcasm in her words last time made the young man feel indignant, so he deliberately didn't come?

Drinking tea and discussing philosophy is a way of speaking freely. Even when the young man ridiculed her, she didn't take it to heart. She was truly a petty-minded "vulgar person".

Although the young man is an ordinary person, he has different insights and vision from ordinary people. He should not be like this. If he is narrow-minded, the last time he was ridiculed, things would not have ended well.

Maybe he's busy with some mundane matters.

She sighed softly in her heart, took a sip from the green jade bowl with her bare hands, a faint, barely perceptible touch of rouge appeared on her pretty face, her eyes fell on her own slender hands, her mind full of thoughts.

I don't know why, it was an accidental touch, but the heart-pounding feeling as if I was electrocuted lingered for a long time, and became clearer as time went by.

The more you don't want to think about something, the more you will think about it.

At this moment, Xichun, who was still young and looked like a porcelain doll, walked in. Seeing Miaoyu staring at her hands, she was puzzled and approached her and asked, "Master Miaoyu, have you realized the Zen?"

Although the Longcui Temple is located in a remote corner of the East Courtyard, it still belongs to the East Courtyard. Miaoyu often leaves the temple, for example, she goes to the garden to collect dew in the morning.

As time went by, Miaoyu had met the girls from the East Courtyard, but they seldom communicated. However, she had a good impression of the fourth girl from the Jia family, and they would sit together in their free time.

At this time Miaoyu came back to her senses and looked at Xichun calmly. She did not answer, but poured her a cup of tea and stretched out her hand as a gesture of invitation.

Xichun was not surprised to see this, so she sat down calmly and said in a clear voice, "Master Miaoyu, I will be going back to the Duke's Mansion with my sisters today. I can't come to Master's place anymore, so I came to let you know."

Miaoyu was slightly shocked when she heard this. It turned out that the young ladies of the Jia family were going back to the Duke's Mansion.

After a pause, Miaoyu said calmly: "The Buddha said: 'Fate brings people together, fate brings us together, fate brings us together; without fate, nothing happens, nothing ends, nothing ends, everything is the result of fate', if fate brings us together, this poor nun and the fourth lady will meet again."

Xichun nodded slightly upon hearing this, clasped her hands together and said, "Thank you for your advice."

Miaoyu had a calm expression and looked at the girl in front of her with her bright eyes. She was quite impressed. Although the girl was still young, she had a sharp mind and could understand Buddhist Zen at a glance. She was quite intelligent.

Miaoyu's heart was slightly moved, but her expression remained calm, her bright eyes flickered slightly, and she asked in a clear voice, "When will the fourth lady and the other ladies return home? Are they waiting for the prince to come back to discuss matters concerning their return home?"

Xichun did not doubt what he said, thinking it was a caring word from Master Miaoyu, so she responded, "Brother-in-law has already returned home, and is now arranging for people to prepare for his return. I believe he will leave soon."

After hearing this, Miaoyu couldn't help but frown slightly. The young man had already returned home.

In Baochai's courtyard.

Inside the house, Shui Rong sat on a brocade cushion and took a long breath. His eyes fell on the white snow-white shoulders. The glaring scars made Shui Rong feel guilty. He said softly, "Good sister, I didn't mean it."

It is hard to tell whether it is unintentional or not, but when it happens on impulse, it is inevitable that one cannot control himself.

Baochai's cheeks flushed red, her radiant almond eyes were filled with tears, her pearly teeth bit her cherry lips, her brows slightly furrowed. This was all in line with the young man's wishes, so why was he biting her?

However, she could not care about these things at this moment. Sister Lin was coming outside. If she knew about this, she would not be able to face people. She raised her delicate head, looked at the young man with tears in her almond eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother-in-law, what should I do?"