The King of Beijing in the Red Mansion

Holding Feng Jieer, Shui Rong turned to a quiet path. Seeing that the surroundings were secluded, his eyes moved slightly, and then he threw Feng Jieer over with a flick of his hand.

Feng Jieer was caught off guard and stumbled to the ground. Her bright face showed a look of pain. The extinguished anger in her heart was rekindled, and she cursed, "Are you sick?"

This bastard is not polite at all. He treats her like a nobody.

Ping'er walked forward, squatted down and supported Fengjie, her pretty face showing some worry, and asked, "Grandma, are you okay?"

To be honest, she felt that the prince was too harsh in treating her grandmother. He had no usual sympathy for women and it was as if he didn't even treat her as a human being.

Shui Rong lowered his eyes and glanced at Ping'er, and said, "Ping'er, if you don't want your grandma to be embarrassed, then go outside and wait."

Ping'er was startled, she looked up at the young man, and suddenly felt something bad in her mind. She wanted to say something to comfort him, but when she saw the young man's stern face, she was speechless.

After pursing her pink lips, Ping'er finally stood up and left.

She roughly understood what the prince was going to do. After all, it was not the first time. If no one was there to keep watch, once someone came and saw it, her grandmother would be in big trouble.

As for stopping the prince's behavior, what a joke! Not to mention that it has long been unclean, how can a servant like me stop it? If the prince is angered, grandma will suffer even more, and even I may suffer.

After secretly spitting, Ping'er looked at the fallen Fengjie with a red face, with a hint of worry between her brows, and slowly walked away.

Feng Jieer's heart paused at this moment. She looked up and saw the young man walking towards her, untying the belt around his waist. Her cheeks flushed like fire and she said in a trembling voice, "What do you want to do?"

Shui Rong snorted and sneered, "Sister Feng, don't you know what I'm going to do?"

He didn't believe that Feng Jieer didn't know what he was going to do. She asked even though she knew the answer. She deserved to be punished.

Seeing the young man's increasingly heroic figure, Sister Feng'er's heart trembled. She turned her head away, her bright jade cheeks flushed like fire, and said angrily, "Don't even think about it. I won't let you have your wish."

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and lifted up the beautiful woman's drooping chin, then slapped her with his other hand, scaring Feng Jieer so much that her face turned pale and her eyes subconsciously closed tightly.

However, the slap that she expected did not come, but her cheek felt hot. Feng Jieer opened her eyes and heard a sound like bamboo joints breaking, which made her feel ashamed and angry.

This bastard actually slapped her like that. It was too much.

"You, um~" Feng Jieer just opened her mouth and then she was speechless. Her narrow and long phoenix eyes widened under her two curved eyebrows, and her face was full of disbelief.

So suddenly?

Shui Rong pinched the beauty's high bun, his eyes slightly fixed, and said in a cold voice: "Sister Feng, I am very angry now, you better be obedient and don't provoke me to slap you."

Sister Feng: “.”

Chapter 474 Sister Feng: I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes

On the secluded path, the wind blew the fallen leaves, and the withered yellow branches fluttered like elves in the forest and slowly fell.

"Cough cough."

Feng Jieer fell to the ground, her two curved eyebrows raised, she covered her heart with her white hands, and coughed violently as if she was choking, her beautiful face turned red and purple.

"You bastard, if you dare to humiliate me again, I will bite you." Feng Jieer paused for a moment, her narrow and long phoenix eyes glaring at the tall and straight young man, indignant.

This bastard actually pressed her head without any care. She couldn't breathe and it was disgusting. If he really pissed her off, she would be afraid even if he was ruthless. Look at this bastard, he still dared to be so arrogant.

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Jieer's angry face. He looked like a wild cat with its fur standing on end. He chuckled and asked sarcastically, "Do you have the guts to do this?"

Bite him? If Feng Jieer really had the guts, she wouldn't let him bully her like this. After all, she was just a paper tiger, just venting her anger.

Feng Jieer's face flushed red, and she felt extremely ashamed and angry. She raised her hand to wipe her crystal pink lips, stared at the tall boy with her narrow eyes, narrowed them slightly, and snorted coldly, "You try."

Shui Rong's heart skipped a beat and he felt a little chilly. He thought to himself, Feng Jieer wouldn't really have the guts to do that!

After a silent groan, Shui Rong stopped and met Feng Jieer's sharp eyes. He raised his hand and pinched the collar of the beauty. He suddenly pulled it apart. With a "hiss" sound, a large area of ​​snow-white skin was exposed.

Feng Jieer was filled with shame and anger. She never expected that this bastard could be so rude and even tear her skirt. It turned out that this skirt was not his.

Shui Rong stared at the scarlet mandarin duck pattern in front of the beauty, his eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to it, jokingly saying: "Threatening me, Sister Feng, you think you haven't suffered enough!"

Feng Jie'er's delicate body trembled, her bright jade face flushed like fire, her narrow and long phoenix eyes under her two curved eyebrows were full of water, she said shyly: "Don't scare me, humph, you are afraid too."

Look, he was blocking her mouth before, but now he doesn’t dare to do that. He acts like he doesn’t care, but in fact he is still afraid that she will bite him.

Yes, if it really bites, this gentleman will just have to watch from now on. How can he not be afraid?

"Ah~"

Just as Sister Feng was secretly cursing the young man for his harsh voice, she felt a sharp pain in front of her body, causing her to wail uncontrollably. She then glared at the teasing young man in front of her and gnashed her teeth and said, "Are you sick?"

You bastard, you're so stubborn. You don't have any mercy on me at all.

But I don't know why, at the moment of severe pain, an indescribable throbbing surged up from the depths of my heart, and my skirt, which was wrapped straight, couldn't help but come together a little, as if it was difficult to control.

Shui Rong stared at the beauty's angry face, sneered in his heart, pinched the beauty's hand and lifted it up, jokingly said: "Sister Feng, don't you know whether the king is sick or not?"

Feng Jieer was stunned, with a hint of doubt between her drooping brows. She had no idea whether he was sick or not.

However, in a flash, Feng Jieer suddenly realized that the young man looked tall and straight and full of energy, and did not look like a sick person at all.

While she was stunned, Sister Feng had already been picked up. Her face flushed red as she didn't understand what the young man was going to do, so she shouted, "What are you going to do now?"

He shut me up rudely before, and now he's causing trouble again.

Shui Rong pushed Sister Feng against a rockery. When Sister Feng frowned, he pinched her chin and lifted her up, saying jokingly, "Yes, my anger has not yet subsided. Otherwise, Sister Feng would have thought that I was going to do something."

Feng Jieer's heart trembled, her beautiful face flushed like a rosy cloud, and she did not refute for a moment.

That's not what she meant, so why did it change in the mouth of this bastard? And as the young man said, he was still angry, so what else could he do? It was just that.

Seeing that the young man was about to take off her skirt, Feng Jieer put up a symbolic resistance, but the young man easily took it off. She clenched her pink fists, turned her head slightly, bit her pink lips and said nothing.

It was this bastard who forced me to do this, not me. Humph, this is a perfect opportunity to have a child to consolidate my position. I can't suffer the loss in vain!

While Sister Feng was strategizing on herself, Shui Rong had already become more agile. He stretched out his hand and felt a cool sensation. He couldn't help but smile knowingly and said jokingly, "Sister Feng's body is much more honest than your words."

Unexpectedly, Feng Jieer, who appeared to be indignant, was actually...

Feng Jieer was ashamed and angry. She raised her eyebrows and said stubbornly, "So what? If you want, hurry up. I'll just treat it as a dog bite."

Now that she has been discovered, Feng Jieer can only throw in the towel, after all, it's her own fault!

"Oh"

Shui Rong sneered and chuckled, "Sister Feng is really tough. Yes, I like Sister Feng's unruly character. I want to see how strong Sister Feng's backbone is."

To be honest, he liked Feng Jieer's arrogant look. The more arrogant she was, the more excited Shui Rong became. It was fun to tame a wild horse.

Feng Jieer's heart trembled, her bright face was already as red as fire, her narrow eyes were misty under her drooping eyebrows, and there was a strong resentment between her eyebrows. She shouted: "Are you done yet?"

This bastard is clearly humiliating others.

Shui Rong was neither anxious nor flustered. He stared at the beautiful woman with a blushing face, like a blooming rose. His eyes moved slightly, and he leaned close to the beautiful woman's crystal earlobe and exhaled, "Sister Feng, do you want to finish it, or not?"

Feng Jieer's wife trembled, a layer of rose red appeared on her snow-white neck, and pimples appeared. Her heart was throbbing indescribably. She bit her pink lips with her pearly teeth, and her phoenix eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows were full of sparkling.

"This"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sister Feng came back to her senses. Her bright and beautiful cheeks were as red as rouge, her narrow and long phoenix eyes slightly widened, and she said shyly, "I don't think of a young mother at all."

I was distracted for a moment and almost fell for this bastard's trick.

Shui Rong's gaze condensed for a moment, and after a light laugh, he let go of Feng Jieer and stopped.

Feng Jie'er's body softened and she couldn't help but slide to the ground. She looked up at the young man who was tying his belt. Her narrow eyes flashed and she raised her eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

If you're still angry, why are you tidying up your clothes? What's going on?

As Shui Rong sorted things out, he looked at the almost paralyzed Feng Jieer and said jokingly, "I have always been a person who never forces others to do things against their will. Since Sister Feng is unwilling, I will not force her."

Sister Feng: “.”

You don't force others, so what happened the first two times? I was forcing you, and now that you've been provoked, you just throw it away. Are you kidding me?

Thinking of this, Feng Jieer felt ashamed and annoyed, and wanted to turn her face away, but the throbbing in her heart prevented her from opening her mouth. Under her two curved drooping eyebrows, her narrow and long phoenix eyes were misty.

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows, and noticing the throbbing of Sister Feng's heart, he couldn't help but laugh. His hand flowed around the whiteness in front of the beauty, and he said softly: "What does Sister Feng say? How about I withdraw?"

Sister Feng's delicate body trembled, her snowy face was gorgeous like clouds, her phoenix eyes flickered under her drooping eyebrows, her pearly teeth bit her pink lips tightly, she turned her head and said in a trembling voice: "Don't~"

Just with this one word, Shui Rong smiled knowingly. Sometimes, not only men would be dominated, but women could be dominated as well, or even more so. Especially at this moment, Shui Rong was rubbing his hands in anticipation. Feng Jieer was most likely itching to do it and was in a trance.

At this moment, Sister Feng raised her beautiful head, her bright face flushed like a rosy cloud, her heart felt relaxed, her slender hands could not help but rest on the boy's shoulders, her nose snorting in sweetness.

After a while, Sister Feng opened her narrow eyes a little, lowered her eyes and looked over. Seeing the young man looked like a child, she couldn't help but secretly spit. She pursed her pink lips and asked softly, "What did the prince want to see Jia Lian for?"

I was so troubled by the young man that I almost forgot about my business.

Shui Rong's nose was filled with the sweet scent of a young woman, and he stammered, "It has nothing to do with you, Sister Feng, please stop asking."

Shui Rong understood now. No wonder Feng Jie was so impetuous and only cared about the consequences. It turned out that she had heard that he was discussing something with Jia Lian, so she couldn't help but come over to question him.

Sister Feng raised her eyebrows and gritted her teeth and said, "Don't come here, you must be here for that little bitch, trying to harm me in various ways."

Shui Rong frowned, looked up at Feng Jie'er's questioning face, raised his hand and slapped Feng Qiao who was previously obsessed, and scolded: "You are judging a gentleman by your own mean heart. How can I harm you?"

Feng Jieer cried out in pain, her cheeks flushed red. This bastard was still so cruel. Why couldn't he be a little gentler to her?

However, after listening to Shui Rong's words, Feng Jieer's heart eased a little. As long as it didn't harm her, other things could be discussed. In fact, this bastard still had a little conscience.

People, after being overly criticized, will become grateful if a little kindness is shown.

Biting her pink lips with her pearly teeth, Sister Feng spat in a low voice: "Who knows if a gentleman would do such a dirty thing? You two might end up colluding with each other."

Shui Rong couldn't help but laugh when he heard that. You know what, he couldn't refute Feng Jieer's words, but looking at the stubborn Feng Jieer, Shui Rong couldn't help but get angry, so he didn't say anything more and held Feng Jieer up.

You can't let this woman talk too much.

Feng Jieer's heart was moved, and she placed her delicate hands on the boy's neck. She vaguely knew what the boy was going to do. Her narrow eyes flickered under her two curved eyebrows.

After an unknown amount of time, Shui Rong tidied up his clothes, looked down at Feng Jieer who was lying on the ground, and said coldly, "Pack up, I'm going back first."

The anger subsided and I felt relaxed all over.

Sister Feng's body was soft and tender, her bright cheeks were as rosy as clouds, and her eyebrows were shrouded in a beautiful color. She was bright and moving. When she heard the young man's words, she was startled. Her eyes widened slightly and she asked, "Are you leaving just like that?"

He turned ruthless as soon as he put on his pants. He must be so cruel.

Shui Rong turned around and glanced at the stunned Feng Jieer, with a smile on his face, and said jokingly: "Could it be that Sister Feng can't bear to part with me and still wants to..."

"Bah, what the hell do you want?"

Feng Jieer blushed as she cursed, thinking that this bastard was extremely shameless. She suppressed her anger, then her eyes flickered and she whispered, "I have no one to rely on in the Duke's Mansion. Can I have a child to support me?"

Shui Rong frowned when he heard that, and looked at Feng Jieer with a slightly focused gaze. The matter of having a child at this time couldn't be referring to Jia Lian's child, right?

Feng Jieer met the boy's cold gaze, her heart tightened, and she said hurriedly: "Don't worry, I just want to have someone to rely on. After the child is born, I will definitely not bother you."