The King of Beijing in the Red Mansion

Shui Rong gently chinned his head, stood up, and spread his arms.

Zhen Feng took the clothes ruler from Jiao Xing, walked forward slowly, put the clothes ruler on the young man's arm, and began to measure carefully.

After measuring the body shape, he naturally got closer. At this moment, Shui Xiu's nose was filled with a gentle aroma, not strong nor strong, which made people smell very comfortable.

Looking down at Zhen Feng's beautiful face, the beauty's serious look made Shui Rong's heart move slightly. He raised his eyebrows and changed the subject: "By the way, madam, you don't want to know about Xiang Ling's situation?"

Zhen Feng was startled when she heard this. She raised her head and looked at the young man, with a hint of sadness in her eyebrows. She said softly: "Given the prince's love for Xiangling, I think everything went smoothly."

She wanted to know about Xiang Ling, but she had never seen the boy since she entered the guest house. Where could she find out about Xiang Ling's situation? Liu Wu'er and Xiao Hong served Shui Rong closely, and Zhen Feng's family It’s not easy to disturb me, so I’m helpless.

Shui Rong saw that it was his negligence, so he said: "Although Xiang Ling is my maid, she lives the life of a young lady. She is currently busy writing a book, so there is no need for me to worry, madam."

Speaking of Xiangling's studies, Shui Rong couldn't help but feel funny. This girl was immersed in poetry and books, and she was a complete bookworm.

Zhen Feng's face was a little surprised when she heard this. She knew that Xiang Ling was the prince's maid, but she didn't expect that she was actually studying. It should be noted that maids have to wait for others, and generally they would not spend energy to let the maid study.

However, it can be seen that the prince really loves Xiang Ling very much, so he is relieved.

Thinking of this, Zhen Feng's work did not stop. She smiled slightly and said, "My lord, I wonder how Xiang Ling is doing in her studies and whether she has made any progress."

Shui Rong smiled when he heard this and said, "Xiang Ling has a good talent. I guess he inherited it from Madam."

Judging from Zhen Feng's temperament, we can see that he is a well-educated person. In addition to the saying "An honest person will not eat what he complains about", not to mention Zhen Feng's talent, at least he is a person who understands poetry and calligraphy.

"Talent comes naturally to you", which is why Shui Rong asked the maids around him to study.

Zhen Feng's heart trembled when she heard this, and she paused while holding the clothes ruler in her slender hands. Is the prince praising her in disguise?

You raised your eyes and glanced at the young man. Seeing his clear eyes, your heart relaxed slightly. A feeling of annoyance came to your heart. You thought it was a casual remark, but you became suspicious.

Moreover, considering the kindness of the prince, even if... bah, the prince is so humble, how can he be such a shameful person?

Seeing Zhen Fengshi stunned, Shui Rong frowned and asked softly: "Madam, what's wrong?"

After hearing this, Mrs. Zhen Feng came back to her senses, her cheeks became slightly hot, she secretly spat a few times, and said, "It's nothing." After some measurements, she took back the clothes ruler, Yingying bowed and said: "Your Majesty, the common women are going to make clothes right now. Don’t bother the prince anymore.”

When Shui Rong heard the words, he didn't hold back and let her go. He just looked at the woman's back, his eyes flickering slightly. The warmth on Zhen Feng's body made people feel an inexplicable emotion.

Alas, it’s on Concubine Beijing. I guess he’s missing Concubine Beijing.

Chapter 330 Feng Ziying: Even the Jia family in the capital can be taken down

Guest House.

In the inner compartment, Mrs. Zhen Feng was wearing a light yellow dress, sitting sideways on the brocade pier, holding an embroidery needle in her hand, bending her head, biting off the thread with her cherry-like teeth, and a rich and gentle charm filled the room. .

At this moment, Jiao Xing walked in and called softly: "Madam, the prince is here."

When Zhen Feng heard this, she raised her head, and her beautiful eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows were filled with surprise. She didn't expect that the prince would actually come looking for her. Could something have happened?

Without any time to think about it, Zhen Feng put down the embroidery in her hands and stood up. After all, no matter what happened, it was definitely not rude for a majestic prince to take the initiative to look for her.

Just when he got up, he saw a tall figure standing at the door of the house.

"Madam, I take the liberty of disturbing you."

Shui Rong stared at the plump Zhen Feng. The woman in front of him was always the same. Her plump figure exuded a soft aura, which made people feel very comfortable.

How to put it, to put it bluntly, it was femininity. He had felt this in Princess Beijing, and he also had it in Yuanchun, but she seemed a bit immature and not honest enough.

Zhen Feng's beautiful face was slightly startled, and she bowed Yingying and said: "Your Majesty, you are too polite. A commoner's wife is just a guest, so why are you so presumptuous?"

Shui Rong smiled when he heard this, but didn't say anything. He understood that Zhen Feng's politeness was nothing more than that the entire guest house was used to entertain him. There was a place that he was not allowed to go to. Why was he so presumptuous? If you enter this inner room, you can rest on the bed in this inner room.

What a mistake, it was just a polite comment from Zhen Feng.

Zhen Feng glanced at Shui Rong, turned her beautiful eyes slightly, and asked softly: "I wonder what the prince is talking about when he comes to find a commoner's wife?"

She was curious as to why a prince would take the initiative to look for a woman like her.

Shui Rong's eyes fell on the embroidery placed on the tables, and he smiled and said, "I heard that Madam stays up late every day to make clothes, so I came over to take a look."

It had been more than ten days since the last time Zhen Feng made clothes for Shui Rong. During this period, Shui Rong was worried about the plums in the melon field and did not disturb Zhen Feng. He heard from people below that Zhen Feng stayed up late to make clothes, and Shui Rong understood in his heart. This is Zhen Feng's way of expressing her feelings, but it doesn't have to be this way.

Moreover, Shui Rong was waiting for news in the Guest House, so he came over to take a look when he had nothing to do, and reminded Zhen Feng by the way.

When Zhen Feng heard this, her heart warmed slightly, and her beautiful eyes flashed brightly. She thought that the prince was looking for something for her. That was why she cared about him. The prince was really a kind and tolerant person.

Pursing her pink lips, Zhen Fengshi's beautiful eyes flashed, and she said softly: "Women of the common people often do needlework at home to supplement the family income. I don't have a man on hand, so I'm not used to it, which made the prince laugh."

When Shui Rong heard this, he lowered his eyes and looked at some of Zhen Feng's bare hands. Some calluses were vaguely visible, which showed that they were people who had been working for a long time. What the woman could do at home was mostly needlework, just like Xiangyun also did needlework when he was in the Shi family. She worked to supplement the family income, but she was not as diligent as Zhen Feng.

But needlework is not as laborious as other workers, and the roughness of my hands is not serious and does not affect anything.

Smiling, Shui Rong said politely: "I'm not in a hurry, madam. You don't have to work hard."

As a prince, he has never been short of winter clothes.

Zhen Feng said softly: "It will be embroidered soon. It doesn't matter. Then the prince will try it on to see if it fits properly."

Shui Rong didn't take it seriously when he heard the words. He had already weighed it himself, could it still be suitable? There can't be any error in the measurement just because you are wearing clothes. Could it be that you should take off your clothes and measure them yourself?

But now that Zhen Feng was almost done with the embroidery, Shui Rong had nothing to say, nodded and stopped talking.

At this time, Jiao Xing brought a cup of fragrant tea and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, please sit down and have a sip of tea."

When Zhen Feng heard this, she suddenly felt embarrassed. She was only nervous, but she didn't expect to entertain the prince. It was really rude and she couldn't help but feel upset.

It's true to say that a dignified county prince took the initiative to look for her. Who was not confused, and he came because he cared about her, and he was even more confused.

After coming back to her senses, Zhen Feng said warmly: "Your Majesty, please sit down."

Shui Rong didn't care at all. He sat down peacefully on a brocade pier, took a sip of the tea from Jiao Xing, and then said, "Madam, I wonder what Madam's plans are when I go to Beijing to meet Xiang Ling?"

Zhen Feng's face was slightly startled when she heard this, and Liu Ye's thin eyebrows frowned slightly. Since she knew her daughter's whereabouts, she had only thought about meeting her daughter, but she had not thought about her future plans.

Now that Shuirong was asking, Zhen Feng felt hesitant. This daughter from her family was not only a maid in the palace, but also the prince's "concubine". She was definitely not someone she could take away.

Even if Xiang Ling is an ordinary maid, taking her away will still cost money, which is not what Zhen Feng, who is currently living under the fence, can afford.

Even if the prince is lenient and allows her to take Xiang Ling away, she is now seeking refuge with her natal family, who have an indifferent attitude towards her, let alone a granddaughter who has been separated for many years.

To put it harshly, it means that I can't protect myself. I'm afraid that if I take Xiangling back to her parents' home, she might be betrothed to her at will.

My daughter has suffered for so many years, can she still bear to let Xiang Ling suffer?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhen Feng sighed slightly, mist gradually grew in her beautiful eyes, and said quietly: "The civilian woman just wants to see Xiang Ling, and has no other desires."

When Shui Rong saw Zhen Feng's reluctance to leave her, he understood clearly in his heart that Xiangling was Zhen Feng's only thought of living. He was afraid that if he thought about being with her day and night, he would be reluctant to give up.

Sons are preferred over daughters. From Zhen Feng's living standard, we know that she lived in her natal family, the Feng family. Realistic conditions forced Zhen Feng to compromise.

After a deep groan, Shui Rong turned around and asked, "If Madam is free from worries, why not find a job in the palace, where mother and daughter can keep her company."

For Zhen Feng's loving heart, Shui Rong doesn't mind the beauty of adults. It is also a good talk to make their mother and daughter harmonious.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Zhen Feng is really allowed to work as a handyman in the palace. After all, with Zhen Feng's temperament, she will definitely not be a person who eats the blood of her children. This is just to give Zhen Feng a step down.

When a person enters the palace, he is not just allowed to be melted and kneaded by water. The left and right are not raised in vain, and the mother's debt is paid by the daughter.

Zhen Feng's heart moved slightly. She raised her eyes and glanced at the young man. She looked a little hesitant and whispered: "A commoner woman can only do some needlework. Is there a shortage of embroiderers in the palace?"

The Zhen family originally had a rich family, and Zhen Feng lived the life of a grandma. Even if she fell into poverty, she could not be seen in public after joining her natal family. All she could do was some needlework, and indeed she could not do anything else. She was the only one who could use it to take action. It's the job of serving people.

If she were to find a job in the palace, she would probably be the embroiderer. She couldn't be allowed to be an old and beady woman alone as a maid in the house.

Even if you are willing to do it but others are not willing to do it, it will be embarrassing if word spreads.

Shui Rong was heartbroken when he heard this. He could tell from Zhen Feng's words that she was shaken, but this was understandable. After all, her husband was a monk and neglected her duties, and her family treated her harshly. They didn't drive her away because they were just concerned about their reputation.

After years of accumulation, there is not much family affection left. If it were not for the memory of the lost daughter in my heart, I would probably have come and gone naked.

After a few moments of silence, Shui Rong said, "If Madam is interested, I will make arrangements."

Hello, embroiderer. After all, this is a serious job. It relies on craftsmanship to make a living, and those who work with needles and threads are all about dexterity and full technical skills.

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhen Feng's heart relaxed slightly. She looked at the young man with eyes filled with gratitude. She knelt down on her knees and saluted, saying: "Thank you so much, Lord, for this kindness. I will be a cow or a horse in the next life." I will also repay the favor.”

The young man in front of her not only brought her the whereabouts of her daughter, but also treated him with courtesy. Such kindness was like a reborn parent to Zhen Feng.

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and felt a little strange in his heart. His appearance was a top-notch handsome man, and I don't know how many daughters fell in love with his appearance. How come Zhen Feng's way of repaying his kindness was to "become a cow or a horse in the next life" ”.

After letting Mrs. Zhen Feng stand up, Xiaohong suddenly walked in and said: "Your Majesty, Jia Fuyin is here. It seems there is something urgent. Now he is waiting in the flower hall."

Shui Rong frowned when he heard this. Jia Yucun had something urgent to ask him for. I'm afraid it wasn't good news!

Thinking of this, Shui Rong didn't think much, stood up and said: "Madam, this matter has been settled. I have other important matters, so I won't disturb Madam."

After saying that, Shui Rong left.

After Shui Rong left, Mrs. Zhen Feng felt relieved. She had found her daughter and could be with her daughter. She thought that she would be happy in the Beijing Palace for the rest of her life.

Coming back to her senses, Zhen Feng's eyes fell on Jiao Xing who was standing beside her. She turned her beautiful eyes slightly and said softly, "Jiao Xing, you heard it too. I will be an embroiderer in the palace in the future. What are your plans?"

In fact, Zhen Feng returned the indenture to Jiao Xing a long time ago, but Jiao Xing had nowhere to go, so the master and servant lived together. But no one knew what Jiao Xing would think if she went to the capital.

Jiao Xing pursed her lips when she heard this and said softly: "This slave wants to follow Madam."

She was originally an orphan, but fortunately her wife took her in as a maid. She had nowhere to go, so she might as well go to the capital with her.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Feng nodded lightly and responded, "Then you can follow me to the capital."

Although she is an embroiderer, she doesn't have to have maids and decent servants around her, and her life is even more comfortable than that of an official. Moreover, Xiangling is the prince's concubine, and she also needs people around her. If Jiao Xing is willing, , or let her accompany Xiang Ling.

Thinking of this, Zhen Feng didn't think much about it. No matter how difficult the days were, she still cared about this moment. Besides, the prince was kind and kind, so the palace was indeed a good place to go.

As for her original wife becoming an embroiderer, it was for livelihood, not a despicable job.

Feeling relieved, Zhen Feng sat on the brocade pier and started embroidering the winter clothes.

On the other side, Shui Rong walked along the hand corridor to the flower hall. When he saw Jia Yucun, who was wearing a crimson official robe, he walked straight to the main seat in the hall without saying anything and asked, "Jia Fu Yin, what's the emergency?"

Jia Yucun did not mince words, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I have learned that the Zhen family and the Jia family have joined forces with several wealthy families to privately block the entrance to Jinling and intercept grain merchants from all over the country. I came here to report to the prince."

Shui Rong's face darkened when he heard this, and a surge of anger surged in his heart. Oh my god, the Zhen family and the Jia family are so tired of living that they dare to cross the border and block the pass privately. They really think that Jinling belongs to their family.

Thinking of this, Shui Rong stared at Jia Yucun and said coldly: "I still have to report this little thing to the king. You, the governor of Jinling, are for a living."

The behavior of the Zhen family and the Jia family is undoubtedly a provocation to authority. As the governor of Jinling, he has the right to deal with it. However, Jia Yucun wants to ask him for instructions. Apparently he is afraid of offending them and is typically afraid of taking the blame.

Shui Rong wanted a dog that could bite, not a man who was playing tricks on people. He originally thought that Jia Yucun was okay, but now it seemed that he didn’t need to think too much about it, as he didn’t even have the chance to be a dog.

Upon hearing this, Jia Yucun knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the second master of the Zhen family, Zhen, once hinted to Xiaguan about blocking the pass, but he just remembered the prince's instructions, so he declined them politely. He thought that the matter would be settled. The official was busy with disaster relief matters, so he didn't think much about it. Only when a grain ship was seized at the pass today did he know that they actually blocked the pass privately. "

As he spoke, a glint flashed in Jia Yucun's eyes, and he said Zhanran: "And this grain ship is also a grain ship transported by water."