The King of Beijing in the Red Mansion

Shui Rong glared at Bao Qin who was hiding his mouth and snickering, and spat: "Little hoof, you are becoming more and more unruly."

Yuanchun didn't care when he saw this, as if it was commonplace, or the "misbehavior" of a young man, which had broadened the beauty's horizons. The three masters and servants had met each other honestly countless times, and they were all very knowledgeable people. What a shame.

It can be said that Yuanchun's generosity this time was all due to Shui Rong's teachings.

Seeing that the young man wanted to reward her, Yuan Chun's jade cheeks blushed a little. She retracted the hand held by the young man and walked slowly towards the makeup coffin. She said softly: "Hold Qin and help me remove my makeup."

A head full of hairpins, if not taken away, it will hinder the love between husband and wife.

Baoqin responded when he heard the words, and walked towards the dressing table with a smile to help Yuanchun remove his makeup.

Shui Rong saw Yuanchun taking off her makeup without saying anything. She walked towards the embroidered couch. After sitting down, she looked up and saw Fu Qiufang standing at one side with her head lowered and her eyebrows lowered. She felt a slight movement in her heart and waved.

Seeing this, Fu Qiufang's beautiful face warmed up slightly, and a touch of shame filled her heart. The willow eyes under the willow leaves' thin eyebrows glowed with dots of starlight, like stars.

Pursing her pink lips, Fu Qiufang stepped forward with her straight steps gradually becoming softer. She glanced at the young man with a crimson face, then knelt on the ground and untied the young man's belt with ease.

Seeing this, Shui Rong couldn't help but chuckle. Although Fu Qiufang came a little late, she was a smart and lovely girl with a high level of self-consciousness. She could understand Shui Rong's meaning with just one look.

Of course, maybe practice makes perfect for Fu Qiufang.

Shui Rong raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Chun who was taking off his makeup. His brows were sometimes relaxed and sometimes frowned, and he said softly: "By the way, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and the palace will give a banquet. I will consider the etiquette matters, Madam."

After a pause, Shui Rong added: "We can't leave it at the Daming Palace."

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and a banquet will be held in the palace. As the home of the prince, the Beijing Palace cannot stay away from the event, and all necessary etiquette must be arranged in advance.

Yuan Chun didn't care much at first. After all, there were customs for Mid-Autumn Festival etiquette. As the Princess of Beijing, she had made arrangements early. But when she heard the Daming Palace, her heart was slightly startled. She looked back at Shui Rong and saw the two people having fun. Although she was used to it, Still couldn't help but sigh softly, then nodded and said: "I understand."

Not to mention the respected status of the one in the Daming Palace, just because he is the husband's "biological father", he cannot be neglected.

Not long after, after Yuanchun took off her makeup, with a face as pure as a chrysanthemum in autumn, her starry eyes under her moist eyebrows showed a bit of shame, she came closer with lotus steps, and looked at the young man with her beautiful eyes.

Fu Qiufang, who was buried in her head, noticed the arrival of the real master, swallowed her throat, stood up and stood aside, holding up a handkerchief and wiping her glittering lips, her jade cheeks were as red as clouds, and her beautiful eyes were glowing. A little starlight.

As is the old rule, she and Baoqin are both working for the princess. Only when the princess can't stand it, will it be their turn.

Shui Rong looked at the smiling beauty in front of him, stretched out his hands to take her into his arms, and pursed her crystal lips amidst the beauty's "squeaking" sound.

After a while, Yuanchun's delicate body was already soft and soft, she was panting slightly, her jade cheeks were as red as clouds, and her peach-like lips were shining with a little sparkle.

The starry eyes under Liu Ye's slender eyebrows looked at the young man. Yuan Chun's long eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his head and said softly: "Husband, I miss you."

A few simple words made Shui Rong's heart surge. He lowered his eyes and looked at the jade cheeks that were as red as blood, and said warmly: "Madam, don't be impatient. Sooner or later, you will have an heir."

When Yuanchun heard the words, his jade face was slightly startled, and he bit his pink lips lightly. He looked at the young man with a bright face, his beautiful eyes like stars glowed with a little fluorescent light, and he cried: "Husband, am I okay with this concubine?" It’s useless.”

She has not yet conceived an heir for a year after entering the palace. This is a top priority for the palace of Beijing, which has a small population. Not to mention that the concubine of Beijing has a lot of complaints. At this Mid-Autumn Palace banquet, there will be a lot of gossip. In the beauty's heart The grievance is even worse.

It's not that she doesn't try her best, it's just that God is not kind to her.

When Shui Rong heard this, he sighed slightly, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of Yuan Chun's eyes, and said gently: "The child's affairs are not your fault alone, how can I blame you?"

Speaking of Shui Rong, he was also quite troubled. He had never ignored Yuanchun, but Yuanchun's belly just didn't grow. He even asked the imperial doctor to check his body, but nothing was wrong. I wonder if Yuanchun's body is not easy to get pregnant.

When Yuanchun heard this, her heart became even more bitter. If her husband blamed her, she could still comfort herself, but her husband understood the righteousness, which made Yuanchun feel guilty even more. She pursed her pink lips, Yuanchun raised her eyes and said, "Husband, how about that? You'd better marry sister Keqing first, because with sister Keqing, I will only be happy."

She knew Shui Rong's plan, and it was nothing more than to comfort her. Although her husband had a somewhat lustful temper, he was very kind to her. He never lost the dignity that a mistress should have. Even if she took a concubine, she would still be scrupulous about it. Her face would not let outsiders gossip.

Shui Rong smiled when he heard this and said, "There's no rush. Let's work hard and wait until next year."

Although Shui Rong had long wanted to marry Keqing, he had to worry about Yuan Chun's mood and protect the peace of his house. Apart from anything else, this attitude still had to be made clear.

After Yuanchun heard this, his heart became even sweeter. He felt that his whole life was like a curtain hanging from heaven, and his plump face was filled with a happy smile.

Shui Rong saw the beauty's bright and moving eyes, his eyes fell on the beauty's moist pink lips, and his heart moved slightly.

Since Yuanchun married into the palace, there have been only a handful of times when the Princess of Beijing has been kept low and young. He knew the reserve in the beauty's heart, so in order to give her face, he never forced it. Fu Qiufang and Baoqin did everything for her. .

It's just that the condescension of the princess was far stronger than the impact brought by Fu Qiufang and others, and it was far from comparable to them.

After a deep groan, Shui Rong whispered a few words into the beauty's ear,

Yuan Chun's delicate body trembled when she heard this, and her beautiful eyes under Liu Ye's slender eyebrows showed a hint of shyness. But facing the young man's warmth, she couldn't bear to refuse. She lowered her eyes and saw the stream flowing across the mountain, which made her heart even more embarrassed. , this is not about letting her taste other people's saliva.

After pondering for a while in his heart, Yuanchun bit his pink lips lightly, raised his eyes to look at the young man, and said leisurely: "Just this time, it won't be the same next time."

After saying that, Yuanchun's delicate body slowly came down, took out the embroidered handkerchief and wiped it

Shui Rong's mouth twitched when he saw this. This was quite ceremonial, but the dignified and solemn Princess Beijing lowered herself down and made herself small. Even though she was still unfamiliar, it was still thrilling.

He raised his eyes and looked at Baoqin and Fu Qiufang who were standing beside him, with a hint of water in his eyes.

The two of them felt their cheeks slightly hot when they saw this. After looking at each other, they took off their skirts and walked towards

Chapter 299 Miaoyu: Attack on the Nunnery

Beijing Prince's Mansion, Cuicui Temple.

In the plain Zen room, Miaoyu sat cross-legged on the futon, wearing a Miaochang bun on her head. She was still wearing a Taoist robe wrapped around her graceful body. She held a Diamond Sutra in her hand and recited silently.

The maid Die'er walked in with a pretty face and a deep smile. When she saw Miaoyu chanting sutras, a strange flash appeared in her eyes, as if she cared for her. She said softly: "Girl, there is a lot of excitement outside. Don’t go and take a look.”

August 15th is the Mid-Autumn Festival. The corridors and corridors of the palace are decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. The princess is giving rewards, and all the servants in the palace are rewarded. The maids and servants who come and go are all happy, and the whole palace is full of joy.

But this festive atmosphere has nothing to do with the girl. She relies on chanting sutras and reciting Buddha's name to calm the throbbing in her heart.

When Miaoyu heard this, her beautiful eyes still closed, and she said calmly: "What happens outside the country has nothing to do with us."

The Mid-Autumn Festival was originally a celebration of reunion, but she had no family to gather with. The joy of the palace was just dazzling, so why bother to touch the scenery and hurt her feelings? The ancient Buddha with green lanterns was her destination.

Die'er understood what he said, hesitated for a while, and said softly: "I don't know what the prince is doing at this time."

As a maid serving Miaoyu, how could she be so ignorant about the things that happened between the girl and the prince? Apart from that, she heard the crow of the warbler while standing in the yard, the bright red she saw while washing her dress, and the girl's body in the past two days. Similarly, this proves that the girl and the prince have some unspeakable affairs.

In this regard, Die'er didn't realize that he was there. Instead, she felt that this was the girl's good fortune. It would be pitiful for such a pretty girl to spend her whole life in the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha.

Besides, as a maid, she didn't want to stay in the nunnery all her life.

When Miaoyu heard that person, ripples appeared in her silent heart, and her beautiful eyes couldn't help but open. Her cold jade face was filled with a bit of shame, and there was an inexplicable strangeness in her bright eyes. It was a joke to devote herself to the Buddha. The thing that is in that person's palm is the most embarrassing thing is that even though you know everything, you just sink into it and can't extricate yourself.

Maybe it was just as the man said, her six roots were impure. That man was like a "strong man" who barged into her heart, adding a touch of brightness to Miaoyu's smooth life.

After a moment of silence, Miaoyu's beautiful face came down and she said in a cold voice: "What he does has nothing to do with me, he is just a strongman." "

At this moment, the man was afraid that he would care about her as a nun when he had his beloved wife in his arms and the whole family was reunited. He had stained her innocence with "strongness" and ruined her mood. After getting hold of her, she lost the sense of freshness. Sometimes, If he didn't come to look for her, he was probably tired of it and abandoned her like a shoe.

It was useless for her to think that the young man was a close friend. How was he any different from those playboys now?

Bah, Bo Xing's man.

Die'er's mouth twitched slightly when she heard this, and her eyebrows were full of surprise. He was a dignified prince, but in the girl's eyes he was a "strong man". Although she knew that the girl and the prince were indescribable, she didn't know that the relationship between the two was indescribable. The reason, according to the girl, seemed to be forced by the prince.

It's just that such a gentleman as the prince, how could he act like a "strongman"? Looking at the girl's calm expression, it didn't look like he was forced to do it.

Just as he was doubting, the mother-in-law outside suddenly said: "The prince is here."

Miaoyu couldn't help but breathe tight when she heard the words, her heart was pounding, and she clenched the Diamond Sutra with her bare hands. She raised her eyes and saw that gentle figure slowly approaching. A flash of light flashed through her beautiful eyes. After a while, he immediately lowered his head and silently recited the Diamond Sutra.

What is this person doing here? Maybe he is thinking about it again.

When Shui Rong saw the graceful figure sitting elegantly, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he waved his hand to wave the butterfly away.

In the plain Zen room, only Shui Rong and Miaoyu were left. The incense was curling up on the table, and the rising smoke was like lotus smoke. The room was hazy and the atmosphere was gradually becoming ambiguous.

"Master, how can you turn a blind eye to the arrival of a distinguished guest? It's uncivilized." Shui Rong walked forward slowly and sat down next to Miao Yu, with a slight smile as he spoke.

The distinguished guest came, and the door was opened wide. Facing the master who had already broken through the barriers, Shui Rong no longer needed to be conceited or show his dignity.

Hearing this, Miaoyu felt a sense of shame and annoyance in her heart. What does it mean to be uneducated? You, a noble prince, "forced" a monk to be a monk. Is this your upbringing?

Thinking of this, Miaoyu raised her cold jade face and looked at the young man with wide almond-shaped eyes. There was a bit of shame in her eyebrows. She sneered and said sarcastically: "The poor nun only knows that the visitor is a bad visitor, so why come?" You are a distinguished guest, so please leave as soon as possible and do not defile the nunnery."

Insulting someone from outside the world is not a bad guest.

Shui Rong frowned when he heard the words, and stared at the beauty who exuded a cold aura. She looked like she was keeping away from strangers, and felt something strange in her heart.

The word "defiled" is appropriate, and the sarcastic words are unrestrained. However, it is this cold arrogance that makes people have a strong desire to conquer. For this very proud person, the only way is to persuade.

With his heart moving, Shui Rong came closer and stretched out his hand to grab the silk ribbon tied around the beauty's waist. The silk ribbon fluttered and the Taoist robe that restrained the beauty's delicate body became loose, revealing the beauty's roundness and plumpness.

Miaoyu let out a soft cry, her cold jade cheeks turned red, a strange look flashed across her beautiful eyes, and her heart was beating "bang bang". She didn't expect that the young man would become more and more rampant now, without any prelude, just get started. Pull the belt.

He really thought he was a strongman and attacked the nunnery.

Before she had time to react, she saw the young man pulling her Hao wrist and wrapping it up. This familiar touch and familiar routine made Miaoyu feel embarrassed and felt an unspeakable throbbing in her heart.

Her cold jade cheeks were as rosy as clouds, her bare hands trembled, and she said angrily with a cold eyebrow: "You bastard, you are rude to a poor nun again."

Sure enough, it was another day of being forced. This person would behave like a "strongman" every time. He liked this tune so much. He really thought she was a stubborn object. He would play with her when he remembered it and forget about it if he couldn't remember it. ?

Shui Rong didn't realize that he was there. If Miaoyu wanted to resist, why would she let him take advantage of her? She would be happy deep down in her heart.

Pushing the beauty to the ground, Shui Rong stretched out his hand to pick up the beauty's chin and said condescendingly: "What's so rude? I enjoy looking at the teacher's wife."

Even though every sexual intercourse was forced, there was no resistance from the beauty. She complied half-heartedly and immersed herself in it.

Master Miaoyu just said that she was not upright, or she wanted to use a fig leaf to cover up her status as a master.

If you want Miaoyu to be honest with you, you need to conquer and transform her step by step, and completely tear apart Miaoyu's holy cloak.

Miaoyu's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, her cold jade cheeks were as red as clouds, her almond-shaped eyes widened as she looked at the young man, her eyebrows stood up, as if she was angry that her thoughts were revealed, she bit her pink lips tightly and said in a trembling voice: "What are you Hu Qin... you are just a bastard!"

What she said was that she was obviously forced to do it. What...what...well, the ups and downs like falling into the clouds were indeed strange and strange.

Seeing the young man standing down, looking at each other, intuitively feeling the oppression from the powerful, his delicate body trembled slightly, and his heart surged with an inexplicable throbbing, which made it difficult to resist.

Well, domineering and powerful.

Involuntarily, Miaoyu gently closed her eyes, turned her beautiful eyes away, and did not struggle, allowing the young man to expose her coat.

When Shui Rong saw this scene, he felt funny in his heart.

Miaoyu is in a hurry. If you follow her, she will act like a holy master. But if she becomes assertive, she will put on a look of helplessness and resignation. She really doesn't speak up and is upright.

It’s also strange that Miaoyu’s ending in the original work is that she was robbed by a strong man and ended up falling into the world of mortals. This is what she should have done.

Seeing the beauty tilting her head, Shui Rong stretched out his hand and pinched the beauty's chin. His eyes fell on the beauty's crystal lips. He came closer, captured Miaoyu's lips, and persuaded her.

Now that the matter has come to this, what will happen to Miaoyu? Besides, this is not just once or twice. She takes off her guard and immerses herself in the young man's frivolity. Her beautiful eyes are closed and her shoulders are trembling slightly.

After a while, Miaoyu's delicate body became soft and soft, her clear cheeks were as gorgeous as clouds, her beautiful eyes were slightly opened, feeling the strangeness in front of her, her heart couldn't help but be happy, her pair of slender straight hair couldn't help but close together a little, and she said with a trembling voice: " Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. If the prince is not busy with his family, why would he come to this poor nun?"

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the day of reunion, the arrival of young people always makes Miaoyu feel strange.

After all, she is not alone, and there is still someone who remembers her. Even if this person has an unspeakable purpose, it is a relief.