The King of Beijing in the Red Mansion

Shui Rong understood this as well. Baoqin was Yuanchun's maid, and she stood by the couch, firstly to stop people from disturbing them, and secondly so that she could take Yuanchun's place if she felt unwell.

I guess Baoqin must be wearing open-crotch pants at this time.

After a moment of silence, Shui Rong gave up the idea of ​​asking Baoqin to turn around, but he did not drive her away either. He concentrated on helping Yuanchun relieve the tension in her nerves.

Yuanchun's cheeks flushed, and she lowered her eyes to see her husband attacking her. She felt so shy that she reminded him, "Husband, please put out the candle first."

It’s so bright, how can Yuanchun be allowed to meet people?

Shui Rong didn't care. He lifted up Yuanchun's red mandarin duck bellyband, leaned over and took a bite, and said hesitantly, "Don't worry about it. Let's do business first."

It's pitch dark and Yuanchun's beauty will be wasted.

Yuanchun snorted, feeling very shy. Just as she was about to persuade him again, Shui Rong said, "The maidservant beside you is named Baoqin, right? From what I hear, you are good at playing the qin?"

Baoqin, who was standing beside the couch, felt her heart tremble when she heard the prince mention her. She couldn't help but glance sideways at the couch, which made Baoqin's cheeks flush. Why was the prince eating the girl? Was it because he didn't eat enough before?

Yuanchun felt the cool air in front of her, and her delicate body trembled. She held Shuirong's head with her bare hands, leaned back, and said in a trembling voice: "I am not good at it, but I have some interest in the way of the zither."

Shui Rong knew that Yuanchun was being modest. One must know that the four sisters of the Jia family each correspond to "qin, chess, calligraphy and painting", and even the names of the maids around them match them. This shows that Yuanchun is a master of qin.

After tasting it, Shui Rong noticed a vague gaze, but he didn't care. He said with a little interest: "Can you show me a few things tomorrow so that I can also learn more?"

Yuanchun responded, "I will play for you whenever you want to hear it."

As they chatted, Yuanchun's anxiety slowly dissipated under Shui Rong's caring and thoughtfulness.

Soon, Shui Rong noticed that Yuanchun was acting strangely, and he came forward and whispered softly, "My wife, your husband is here to serve you."

Yuanchun didn't understand what he meant. Wasn't this what he was waiting for?

Just as she was wondering, she was suddenly attacked. She felt ashamed, her plump face flushed purple, and she said in a trembling voice: "No, how can I let my husband serve me? I should serve my husband."

Shui Rong didn't take it seriously, wrinkled his itchy nose, and said comfortingly: "We are husband and wife, we love each other, there is no such thing as serving each other or not."

Yuanchun felt strange when she heard this. Her husband, a prince, did not despise her at all, which made her feel very sweet. The young man in front of her was indeed her ideal husband.

Yuanchun couldn't help but close her eyes and let her husband do whatever he wanted, enjoying it peacefully.

After a moment, Shui Rong breathed a sigh of relief. The prelude of this movie was really necessary. It would be boring if it was cut off from the beginning to the end. Now that the prelude was finally over, it was time for the main film.

Yuanchun sensed the approach of a foreign object, turned her head and said in a trembling voice: "Please have mercy on me, my husband."

Shui Rong was ready to go. Yuanchun, who was feeling uneasy, suddenly remembered something. She knelt down in front of her and said hurriedly, "My husband, please wait a minute."

After saying this, Yuanchun turned her head and hurriedly ordered, "Hold the qin, and fetch the white cloth."

Baoqin, whose pretty face flushed, calmed down after hearing this. The white cloth was a big deal and had to be handed over to the people from the clan office for inspection. If something went wrong, it would be disastrous.

So Baoqin hurriedly took the white cloth, tried her best to avoid looking at Yuanchun, and with trembling hands she placed the white cloth under Yuanchun's body.

Seeing that everything was ready, Yuanchun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She had almost forgotten her business because of her husband's verbal attack. This was really wrong.

"Husband, it's OK."

Yuanchun knelt down and tilted her head to remind him.

At this time, Shui Rong's handsome face fell. It was a joke to ask him to do his job now. It turned out that all his prelude was in vain.

Yes, I have to do it again.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Shui Rong lay peacefully beside the couch, while Yuanchun closed her eyes and leaned on his shoulder, seeming to have calmed down.

Shui Rong lowered his eyes and looked at the tears in the corners of Yuanchun's eyes. He suddenly felt pity in his heart and gently stroked Yuanchun's slender eyebrows.

No matter how well the water-soluble prelude was done, the incident at my daughter's house could not be avoided. It just became a lot more moisturized and alleviated some of the symptoms.

Sensing Shui Rong's comfort, Yuanchun opened her starry eyes and looked towards her husband. Seeing the pity on his face, her heart suddenly felt sweet. Although there were some unpleasant aspects, she felt her husband's pity personally.

Yuanchun couldn't help but move closer to Shui Rong, enjoying her husband's care and love.

After a moment of silence, Yuanchun's cheeks turned red. She reached out and grasped Shuirong's mischievous hand, and gave him a flirtatious look, saying angrily, "Husband."

Shui Rong smiled and twisted it lightly, saying jokingly: "This is not your husband's fault, it's just that my wife is too lovely."

Facing the beauty, Shui Rong, who had recovered from his injuries, naturally regained his old ways, especially since he had mainly been serving Yuanchun before and had wronged himself, so he had to make up for it.

She's your own wife, do you still have to act so pretentiously?

Listening to Shui Rong's sweet words, Yuanchun's heart was also happy. She lowered her eyes and looked at him, her pretty face blushing.

It's a good thing that a man is obsessed with his body.

How could she let her husband lose interest when his husband treated her so tenderly?

"Husband, how about letting Baoqin serve you."

At this time, the role of holding the zither becomes apparent.

The delicate body of Baoqin who was standing by couldn't help but tremble, her eyes full of tears. Her legs were already weak before, and now she could hardly stand.

Shui Rong saw Yuanchun's embarrassment and knew her difficulties. He hugged the beautiful woman's shoulders and said, "No need. It's getting late. Let's rest!"

Baoqin's face dimmed when she heard this. As the princess's personal maid, her best destiny was to become the prince's concubine.

Moreover, the prince was gentle to others, and Baoqin was willing in her heart, but the prince did not seem to like her.

Yuanchun knew that Shui Rong was caring for her, and she felt happy but also guilty.

As a wife, it is wrong for you to, on the one hand, let your husband serve you, which is a mix-up of the status quo; on the other hand, if you cannot satisfy your husband, you are losing your virtue as a wife, which is really wrong.

Thinking of this, Yuanchun suggested: "Why don't I ask Baoqin to invite the third sister to come."

My third sister was originally a dowry, so it is only natural for her to serve the prince.

And if the prince had not asked Tanchun to go to the side room to rest first, it should have been Tanchun who was standing by the couch.

Shui Rong was quite tempted when he heard this, but Tanchun was still young, so it was really inappropriate. Besides, today was his wedding day with Yuanchun, so what was the point of getting involved with his sister-in-law?

However, Shui Rong also felt Yuanchun's thoughtfulness. He lowered his eyes to look at the beauty and said softly, "Tonight I belong only to you."

Mind you, it's only tonight.

Yuanchun was deeply moved when she heard this, and her eyes became bright and moist. Her husband really cared about her.

Thinking of this, Yuanchun's beautiful eyes were firm. She bit her red lips lightly and lowered her eyes and said, "Then my husband, please go slowly. I can bear it."

Her husband treated her sincerely, so how could she not know how to repay him?

Shui Rong looked strange when he heard this. Yuanchun, his wife, was truly gentle, docile and virtuous.

However, precisely because of this, Shui Rong cannot do whatever he wants.

So Shui Rong comforted her softly, "My wife, we still have a long time to live, there is no need to rush. I am also a little tired, so take a rest first."

Yuanchun was an intelligent person, and she knew very well that this was Shui Rong's consideration for her. Moreover, Shui Rong's words "there is still a long time to go" touched her heart and made her heart beat fast.

Seeing Shui Rong closing his eyes, Yuanchun leaned on her husband's shoulder with a smile on her face.

Find a good person, hold hands and enjoy happiness with him.

Chapter 93 Yuanchun: I like it so much

The next morning, when it was still light, Shui Rong was sleeping soundly with Mei Jiao'e in his arms, but he heard a voice calling him.

"My Lord, Big Sister, it's time to get up."

When Shui Rong opened his eyes, he saw Tanchun standing in front of the couch with a blushing face.

Not far away, Yingluo, Xiangling, Baoqin and other maids were standing and waiting, some holding copper basins, some holding handkerchiefs, some holding green salt, and some holding tea.

At this time, Yuanchun, who was leaning on Shui Rong's shoulder, also heard the noise. She opened her starry eyes and saw a group of people in the room. Her cheeks immediately turned red and she shrank into the quilt.

Shui Rong was much more sober now, and when he saw Yuanchun looking like a quail, he couldn't help but smile.

Turning his head to look at Tanchun who was looking down, Shui Rong said with a smile: "Third sister, your elder sister is shy, you two should go out first and come back later."

Since they were all naked at that time, Yuanchun was naturally embarrassed. She asked Tanchun and the others to go out first, and then let them come in to serve her after Yuanchun was somewhat covered.

Yuanchun poked her head out when she heard that. Her cheeks were as red as a peony. She looked at Tanchun with her starry eyes and said, "Third sister, help me get the clothes."

Tanchun glanced at the red dress hanging on the screen, her oval face blushing. She walked forward to take it down and handed it to Yuanchun. Yuanchun stretched out her fair arm over Shuirong to take it.

Shui Rong didn't care about it, but looked at the red dress with some confusion. He still remembered that he had thrown it on the ground casually, so how come it was hanging neatly on the screen after he woke up? He guessed that Bao Qin had picked it up. She was a competent maid.

Yuanchun put the belt on her bellyband to cover the snow-white hair in front of her, then sat up from the embroidered couch, put her white hands around her jade neck, and untied her three thousand black hair with the belt. Her every move was full of charm.

Shui Rong looked at Yuanchun's looming figure, which was even more attractive than the previous snow-white figure, and his throat couldn't help but feel itchy.

Yuanchun did not notice her husband's abnormality. While fixing her hair, she asked, "Third sister, what time is it?"

Tanchun replied, "Big sister, it's the first quarter of the morning."

Yuanchun nodded slightly when she heard that. There was plenty of time and there was no need to delay anything. She lowered her beautiful eyes and looked at Shui Rong who was lying on the couch. She wanted to call her husband to get up, but when she saw his fiery eyes, she suddenly realized something and her plump face turned red.

Shui Rong didn't care. He held Yuanchun's soft hand and said softly, "My lady, it's still early. Why don't we take a nap first?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Tanchun and the others all understood. People like Yingluo, who were straightforward, covered their mouths and laughed secretly, or even laughed out loud, and went back to sleep for a nap. Everyone knew how to sleep.

Yuanchun snorted and her face turned red, like a blooming red peony.

Pursing her lips, Yuanchun said softly, "My husband, I am a new bride and must serve tea. If I am late, I am afraid it will be against etiquette."

As a new bride, Yuanchun had to offer tea to Concubine Beijing, which represented the formal acceptance of her as a member of the family. It was a very ritualistic act. It was also a wedge to leave a good impression on Concubine Beijing, and it could not be sloppy.

Shui Rong understood what he said, so he didn't say much. He lifted the brocade quilt and stood up. Yingluo and Xiangling came forward to help him change clothes.

Tanchun, who was standing by, lowered her eyes, her cheeks as red as blood, her eyes flying. When someone stood up, her lively eyes saw the sunrise, and her heart trembled.

Yuanchun was delighted to see Shui Rong being considerate to her, and she also stood up from the embroidery couch. Baoqin and others came forward to serve her tactfully.

Shui Rong was normal as usual, but Yuanchun was a little different. Baoqin was seen squatting in front of Yuanchun, applying the ointment carefully. For a moment, Shui Rong didn't know what to say.

After putting on her clothes, Shui Rong had nothing to do and sat on a brocade cushion beside her, while Yuanchun, as a girl, sat in front of her dressing table and started to dress up.

Soon, Tanchun came forward with a cup of fragrant tea, lowered her eyes and whispered, "My lord, please have a sip of tea to moisten your body."

Shui Rong took it. Something went wrong last night and it took a lot of time. It seemed that it still felt soft in his mouth.

After taking a sip of the fragrant tea, Shui Rong felt refreshed. He put the teacup on the table, looked at Tanchun, and said with a smile, "Third sister, didn't I tell you not to call me Prince? It seems too distant. You should just call me brother-in-law!"

Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, sounds both intimate and pleasant. Shui Rong still prefers Tanchun to call him brother-in-law.

Seeing Shui Rong was still so friendly, Tanchun felt relieved and said, "Brother-in-law."

Shui Rong nodded slightly, and then asked with concern: "How did you sleep last night? Is there anything you lack?"