The King of Beijing in the Red Mansion

But after that day, Xing Xiyan acted as if nothing had happened, and let Miaoyu know her thoughts. Miaoyu, who already felt ashamed to face people, just went with the flow and pretended to know nothing.

After taking a look at Xing Yuyan, Miaoyu said in a clear voice, "Well, Your Majesty, you are a humble person, but a wonderful person."

Xing Yuyan: “.”

The scene she saw that day was not something a humble person could do.

Thinking of the scene of that day, Xing Xiyan's heart couldn't help but be moved. Her pretty face turned a little rosy, and her bright eyes under her willow-leaf brows were as full of water.

The shock must have been too great. Even after such a long time, it was still so impressive. Even Sister Miaoyu's plump and snow-white breasts were still vivid in my mind.

Pursing her pink lips, Xing Yanyan reached out to pick up the teacup and took a sip to suppress the throbbing in her heart.

Miaoyu noticed that Xing Xiyan was acting strange. As someone who had experienced this, how could she not know the reason? She lowered her head and remained silent, with a hint of rose red behind her crystal earlobes.

At this moment, it's awkward to say anything.

Miaoyu looked at the messy teacup on the stone table, her eyes turned slightly, she pursed her lips and said softly: "Let's clean it up first, and then you and I can chat in the room, okay?"

Xing Yuyan felt that the situation was awkward and was planning to leave with an excuse, but after hearing Miaoyu's words, she nodded and said, "Okay."

Just like that, the two of them packed up. They didn't know how long it took before they put away all those tea cups that were like antiques and rare treasures, and then went into the Zen room.

Xing Yuyan had a little sweat on her forehead, and seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, so she said, "Sister Miaoyu, please sit for a while. I'll be back soon."

Miaoyu understood what was said. It was normal for people to have three urgent needs. She nodded and let Xing Yuyan leave. She planned to boil another pot of tea for herself.

As she was busy, she suddenly felt a big hand attacking her. She was immediately frightened and pale. Before she could react, she felt a familiar warm breath attacking her and her lips were already covered by it.

Miaoyu stared with her beautiful eyes at the young man who was so close to her. It was Shui Rong who had returned. Her heart couldn't help but feel happy.

She thought the boy would not come here, and felt a little disappointed, but unexpectedly, the boy still came to her. She put her white hands on the boy's shoulders, and her beautiful eyes gradually closed.

Shui Rong felt amused when he saw the beauty's response. He stretched out his hand to touch the beauty's autumn-scented silk and pulled it hard.

Miaoyu groaned, her heart trembled, her beautiful face was red and dripping, it was still that familiar taste, the young man was so strong at the beginning, standing by himself.

After a while, Miaoyu was in a trance, her beautiful eyes slightly opened, and there was a hint of confusion in her brows.

Somehow, she seemed to have forgotten something, but she couldn't remember it.

"You are not paying attention now. You deserve to be punished." Shui Rong saw that Miaoyu dared to be distracted. This was a humiliation to him, so he immediately scolded her harshly without any mercy.

"Hmm~" The beauty snorted, and looked at the boy in front of her with her beautiful and radiant eyes. She couldn't help but glared at him, as if blaming him for not knowing the seriousness of the matter, and then closed her beautiful eyes again.

Things that you can't remember are never a big deal.

Chapter 421 Xing Yanyan: I didn't expect to be so embarrassed

The Longcui Temple is actually a small courtyard. After Miaoyu moved in, it was converted into a temple. The main house in the middle was set up as a meditation room, and a small house was added on the left side, which was the house where Miaoyu lived and also her boudoir.

Normally, after Miaoyu meditated in the Zen room, she would go back to her room to rest through the corner door on the left side of the Zen room, which was very convenient.

In the house, there was a rosewood table next to the bamboo window, on which were placed a few sheets of rice paper, a few brushes on the inkstone, and a string of inverted prayer beads. The sandalwood bed was hung with a checkered gauze curtain. The whole room looked simple yet elegant.

If you look closely, Miaoyu's boudoir is actually no different from an average girl's boudoir. The only difference is that there is no girl's dressing table or rouge and powder in the room.

I think she is naturally beautiful and doesn't need those things, or maybe she applies them secretly.

No matter what, just from looking at Miaoyu's boudoir, we can know that Miaoyu desires the ordinariness deep in her heart, but as a Buddhist, she has no choice.

Xing Yanyan lifted the curtain and walked in, going straight to the barrel standing in the northwest corner.

After a burst of dripping sound, Xing Yuyan's brows relaxed. She stood up and adjusted the belt around her waist. Her slender fingertips wrapped around the silk ribbon and tied a knot.

At this moment, a cry of surprise was heard from the Zen room, which made Xing Yuyan frown slightly. She began to feel puzzled, wondering what had happened to Miaoyu.

Did something fall?

After all, it's in a nunnery, how could there be any strong man coming out of it?

Xing Yanyan didn't think about it, she moved lightly, stretched out her hand to hook up a corner of the curtain, and looked at the table. She saw two figures entangled with each other in front of the table. Xing Yanyan stood there in a daze, almost shouting out loud, and quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Her beautiful eyes under her curved willow-leaf eyebrows were wide open, and her heart was trembling.

That tall figure must be the prince. How come he came back again?

At this moment, Xing Xiyan stared at the scene in front of her in a daze. Her beautiful, crystal clear eyes vaguely reflected the infatuation between the two. Her beautiful cheeks instantly turned red like clouds, and her heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of her throat.

She just went to the toilet for a short while, but how did Miaoyu and the prince get mixed up together?

With a slight swallow, Xing Xiyan suppressed the confusion in her heart, took a step back lightly, and lowered the hand that had lifted the curtain without making a sound.

"These two are so engrossed in their studies that they didn't even notice themselves." Xing Yanyan leaned against the corner, calmed her breathing a little, and her bright eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows flickered slightly as she murmured in her heart.

Xing Xiyan felt ashamed and annoyed at the two's behavior, especially towards Miaoyu. She knew clearly that she was still in the room, so why couldn't she wait until she left before being so impatient?

Now that things have come to this, there is no point in saying more. Xing Yanyan suppressed her thoughts and thought about a solution: "Last time, I was outside the house and could leave quietly at any time. But now, if I want to go out, I have to pass through the nunnery. What should I do?"

Just as Xing Xiyan was thinking about a countermeasure, she heard Miaoyu's sweet hum. The soft and charming voice was both strange and familiar. It was clearly the same voice she heard last time.

Xing Xiyan's beautiful face gradually turned rosy, and her bright eyes under her willow-shaped eyebrows were full of water. For some reason, as if she was half possessed, the beautiful woman gently lifted a corner of the curtain and leaned over.

For a moment, Xing Xiyan's beautiful eyes widened again, her lips slightly opened, and her delicate eyebrows were filled with deep surprise and astonishment.

Unexpectedly, Sister Miaoyu could do this while standing. The beautiful lady blushed and her straight legs under her skirt slightly came together.

After an unknown amount of time, a burst of excitement came to her ears, and Miaoyu's delicate body trembled as if she had the hiccups. Xing Xiyan was immediately frightened and her heart trembled. Fearing that the beauty would be discovered, she suppressed the throbbing in her heart and tiptoed back into the house.

Entering the room, Xing Xiyan was sitting on a brocade cushion. Her pretty face was burning hot, her lips were slightly trembling, and her body was very soft and she was even shaking.

"What was I doing? How could I have peeped into such a thing? Fortunately I wasn't discovered, otherwise I would be too ashamed to face anyone." Xing Xiyan thought of her previous behavior and felt extremely ashamed.

However, it was normal that the prince did not notice her as he had his back to her. But Miaoyu was so absorbed in it that Xing Xiyan didn't know what to say.

After letting out a breath and calming down gradually, Xing Yanyan felt uncomfortable all over and a sense of shame surged in her heart.

She didn't know why. She had just solved it. Why was there still

In the Zen room, Miaoyu's delicate body was soft, her white hands dangling on the boy's neck, her pretty face was blushed with two spots, her chin rested on the boy's shoulder, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and her gorgeous eyebrows revealed a deep tenderness.

At this moment, the sadness in the beauty's heart disappeared, and she felt relaxed and free of any strength.

Just as she was in a trance, the beauty felt that the voluptuous body behind her was changing slightly, and the whole person seemed to be flying in the clouds. She felt a little empty and couldn't help but tighten her hands that were hanging on the boy's neck.

Her beautiful eyes opened slightly and stared at the boy's delicate and handsome face. Her expression was shy and there was a hint of anger in her eyes.

The young man's heroic spirit was still there, and Miaoyu knew that he must be famous for something.

As expected, Miaoyu was moved when she saw herself being placed on the table. She bit her lips with her pearly teeth and whispered, "My Lord, please take it easy."

I haven't recovered yet. If I let the young man do whatever he wants, I'll be in trouble today.

Shui Rong's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this. He looked at the trembling eyelashes of the beauty in front of him. He was proud, but also amused. He stretched out his hand to pinch the beauty's chin and lifted it up slightly. He stared at the beauty's charming face and raised his eyebrows and said, "You have the right to speak."

Shui Rong had dared to call him a "fool" before, and he must have remembered this in his heart. He was a very petty person.

Miaoyu was startled when she heard this. She met the young man's teasing gaze and narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. There was a hint of unwillingness under her willow-leaf eyebrows.

What's the matter, you, as a prince, really think you are a strong man?

Seeing that Miaoyu was still unconvinced, Shui Rong frowned slightly and snorted coldly.

Miaoyu's heart trembled, and she couldn't help but groan. She looked at the boy with her beautiful eyes, glared at him fiercely, then turned her head away and murmured, "I was wrong."

At this moment, Miaoyu did not say anything to put pressure on him. She knew very well that in this situation, the young man was not an elegant gentleman, but a ferocious beast who would choose his prey. If she was not careful, she would suffer a strong blow.

A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. Even though she is a woman, she understands this truth very well.

Shui Rong chuckled upon seeing this, feeling somewhat relieved. Even a noble person would have to submit and obey under the intimidation of force.

After a pause, Shui Rong stretched out his hand to weigh it, leaned over to the beautiful woman's snow-white face, and said with a hesitant voice: "Master, are you okay recently?"

Miaoyu lowered her eyes and looked at the young man who seemed like a child. She secretly despised the boy for being so greedy. After hearing the boy's question, her heart relaxed a little.

This man became assertive before he even said a few words, and now he finally remembered her.

Miaoyu pursed her pink lips, raised her delicate head slightly, closed her charming eyes slightly, and said in a trembling voice: "I meditate and practice every day, and I am doing very well."

To be honest, when the boy was not around, Miaoyu could meditate and practice, which gave her some peace and quiet. But if the boy came, there would be a lot of trouble, which always made her feel mixed with sadness and joy.

But having said that, if the young man never comes, the beautiful woman will still feel a little resentful deep in her heart.

Shui Rong's eyes moved slightly when he heard this. After a moment of silence, he leaned close to the beautiful woman's crystal ear and whispered softly, "Since Master Miaoyu likes to meditate and practice, why not..."

Miaoyu's heart trembled, and her beautiful eyes opened. Her pretty face flushed red as fire, and she spat, "You are crazy. How can you do such a thing?"

It was embarrassing to do such a thing in a Zen room, but she didn't expect the young man to let her sit and chant. How dare the young man do that? If the Buddha knew, he would be so angry that he would cry.

Shui Rong smiled, pinched the soft spot of the beauty with his hand, and joked: "Buddhism can save people. Master Miaoyu claims to be a master of Buddhism, so how could she not know the truth?"

Miaoyu: "."

It's true that Buddhism can save people, but there's no such way of saving people. It was clearly this person playing a trick on her, which made her very annoyed.

But before Miaoyu could refute, she felt her heart empty and she was suddenly a little disappointed. Her beautiful eyes turned to the young man, but she saw that the young man gathered the futon together and lay down leisurely.

This... there is no room for negotiation at all.

Seeing the young man's sincere expression, Miaoyu's beautiful eyes flickered slightly. She pondered for a few moments, sighed softly, and then jumped down from the table.

She is using Buddhist teachings to save people, and she hopes that the Buddha will not be offended. If the Buddha is offended...well, it is her sin that she has committed, and she has to bear all the consequences.

Here, in the room, Xing Xiuyan was sitting upright on a brocade cushion. She could hear the faint sounds of conversation and gentle voices coming from the Zen room, which made her feel shy.

Why is there trouble again? The prince is really young and full of vigor.

Thinking of this, Xing Yanyan recalled the heroic figure she caught a glimpse of, and her heart trembled violently. For a moment, those beautiful eyes were filled with water, as clear as a spring, and the straight hair under her skirt was slightly closer together.

Xing Xiyan could not hear clearly the young man's whisper, but suddenly there was a sound of chanting, which made Xing Xiyan confused.

How could Sister Miaoyu still have the mood to recite scriptures at this moment?

Although the beauty was puzzled, she did not think of investigating. After all, peeping was impolite, and she was lucky not to be discovered even though she was possessed by the devil before. If she went there again and was discovered, she would be too ashamed to face anyone.

I don't know how long it took, the chanting stopped abruptly, and it was replaced by the familiar and melodious sound of horse hooves, which made the beautiful woman's pretty face turn rosy and her heart tremble.

Nun Miaoyu, who has always been aloof and reserved, now sang so gracefully and melodiously, like an oriole singing among the green willows, which was truly astonishing.

Biting her pink lips with her pearly teeth, Xing Yuyan put her hands over her ears. She really couldn't bear to listen any more.

Although she blocked her ears, the faint sound was always pervasive, making Xing Xiyan miserable. Until an excited voice finally made Xing Xiyan unable to sit still.

If we continue like this, I don’t know how long those two people outside will continue to make trouble.

Pursing her pink lips, Xing Yuyan raised her delicate head, and looked at the bamboo window with her beautiful and mellow eyes, her gaze flickering slightly.

Now she was trapped in the room and couldn't go out. She could only passively listen to the noise made by the two people in the Zen room. However, Xing Yuyan also thought about leaving, and the bamboo window was the only safe passage.