The King of Beijing in the Red Mansion

There are people who are obsessed with appearance, and the Beijing Concubine is no exception.

Yuanchun understood what was said. Since both her parents had passed away and she was a Buddhist, she naturally had no worries and didn't have to deal with many worldly matters.

Thinking of this, Yuanchun said in a clear voice: "In that case, let's ask her to come to the palace and try it out to see if mother is satisfied."

After all, the nunnery was suggested by the Dowager Concubine Beijing, so naturally the Dowager's opinion should be the main one. Now that Madam Rong mentioned this matter, she should at least invite someone to meet her. Otherwise, the Dowager Concubine Beijing would blame her for being perfunctory when she found out!

Otherwise, Yuanchun was not willing to invite Master Miaoyu. Not to mention that it was a coincidence, an eighteen-year-old master would always have some inexplicable feelings at this age.

Rong Mama replied: "I thought so too, so I went to see this Master Miaoyu, but she said, "The royal family will use their status to oppress others, so I won't go again."

Yuanchun smiled and said, "Since she is a daughter of an official, she is naturally proud. Why not send her an invitation?"

The so-called letter means that Yuanchun represents the person himself to express his respect for her. Although Yuanchun does not think highly of Master Miaoyu, she is not petty about it.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Rong smiled and agreed without saying much.

Chapter 164 A Young Nun Arrives

Imperial City, Qianqing Palace, West Warm Pavilion.

Shui Rong, led by the eunuch, came to the pavilion and saw Emperor Yongkang reviewing memorials on the brocade couch. He greeted him and said, "Your humble servant greets you, my brother."

It is said that every time Shui Rong came to see the emperor, Emperor Yongkang was almost always reviewing memorials. It must be said that he was a diligent emperor. If it were him, it would be difficult for him to persist.

When Emperor Yongkang saw Shui Rong coming, he put down the memorial in his hand and said in a friendly manner, "Little Sixteen is here, please sit down."

Shui Rong was not polite and sat down on the brocade couch, facing Emperor Yongkang. However, just when he sat down halfway, he heard Emperor Yongkang teasing, "If you are not busy dealing with the affairs of the Governor's Office, how do you have time to come to me? What trouble are you making again?"

Emperor Yongkang was relatively clear about Shui Rong. Generally speaking, he would not visit Shui Rong without a reason. He also heard about the affairs of the Central Military Commandery, which was currently being rectified.

Shui Rong smiled and said, "Brother Emperor, you know me well. I would like to ask Your Majesty to allocate some military craftsmen."

"Military Craftsman..."

Emperor Yongkang frowned and asked in confusion, "What do you want a military craftsman for?"

Shui Rong said solemnly, "Brother Emperor, I have recently reorganized the army and found that firearms are very powerful, but they are slow to load and have a short range. Therefore, I want to ask military craftsmen to study firearms and develop a military weapon for the court to defeat the enemy."

Since Shui Rong intends to develop firearms, he won't delay.

Emperor Yongkang frowned when he heard that. He thought Shui Rong was going to do something. It turned out that he was planning to study firearms in depth. He had also heard of firearms. Although they were very powerful, they also had many disadvantages. If he studied them in depth, it would not only be time-consuming and laborious, but also consume a lot of energy. It would be totally not worth it.

If someone else came to ask for instructions, Emperor Yongkang would not care, but now that he was the Prince of Beijing, it was not easy to refuse him outright. He groaned for a moment, nodded and said, "Since you have this intention, then I will agree to your request."

Shui Rong was not happy when he heard this. Looking at the look on Emperor Yongkang's face, he knew that he did not care. If one did not understand the importance of firearms, it would be of no use even if one had mastered the art of firearms, unless it was the kind of machine guns and bombs that could shock people.

It’s just that Shuirong doesn’t understand these things and can’t provide any technology. Even if he has the technology, he can’t produce those killer weapons with the current technological level.

However, it is useless to say more now. If you want to change Emperor Yongkang's attitude, you must let him see results. For now, there is no need to think too much. First of all, you have to make a "flintlock rifle" to win the emperor's attention, and then everything else will be much easier.

Now that Emperor Yongkang had agreed, Shui Rong said nothing more. He chatted for a few minutes and then left.

After leaving the Qianqing Palace, Shui Rong did not return to the Governor's Mansion, but went directly back to Prince Beijing's Mansion.

As soon as he entered the house, Yingluo, who was wearing a blue dress, came out to greet him. She looked at Shuirong with a pair of resentful eyes and said with pursed lips, "The prince is back."

Shui Rong chuckled when he saw this, and walked into the inner room. He was quite amused and asked, "What's going on? Are you arguing with Qingwen again?"

As Shui Rong's first maid, Yingluo naturally had to be clear about her own status and identity. However, everyone knew that Yong Qingwen had a bad temper and was the most rebellious among the maids. Yingluo wanted to subdue her, but instead aroused Qingwen's stubbornness, so the two often quarreled.

There is still room for lip-syncing, let alone between two women. Right now, the two were openly dissatisfied. If Shui Rong got involved, it might turn into a private fight, which would be unpleasant. So Shui Rong simply turned a deaf ear to it.

Besides, the bickering between the two girls is quite interesting, and it's good to watch it for fun. I don't know if the two of them can fight on the same couch.

Yingluo raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips, and whispered, "There's nothing wrong between Qingwen and me, it's just..."

Right now, Qingwen and other things are just trivial matters. The most important thing is the prince.

After hesitating for a moment, Yingluo looked at Shui Rong and asked softly, "Your Majesty, I heard that Baoqin was not feeling well yesterday. Do you know what happened?"

Shui Rong paused when he heard that, then turned his gaze to the girl. Noticing the resentment between her brows, he immediately understood what was going on. Why was she feeling uncomfortable? It was obvious that she already knew about Shui Rong and Bao Qin.

Shui Rong nodded and said, "Well, I know. I favored Baoqin yesterday, so I'm naturally feeling unwell."

This palace is not that big, but some things cannot be hidden from people. Besides, Shui Rong had no intention of hiding it. It was just that he favored a maid. What's the big deal?

Upon hearing this, Yingluo felt aggrieved. It wasn't that she was dissatisfied with the prince's favor for Baoqin. The prince was of noble status, and she would have no objection even if he favored all the maids in the palace.

But she was the first maidservant beside the prince, and Baoqin was just a dowry of the princess. Why should she be one step ahead of her?

Moreover, she had endured countless hardships in order to serve the prince wholeheartedly. But Baoqin got what she had always dreamed of without doing anything. Who could she tell about this aggrieved feeling?

Thinking of this, Yingluo's charming eyes were filled with tears. She bit her cherry lips with her pearly teeth and looked at the boy aggrievedly, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Shui Rong also understood. He reached out and wiped the corners of Ying Luo's eyes, and said softly, "Okay, I remember you in my heart. I couldn't help myself yesterday. I will take you in two days, okay?"

To be honest, he had no intention of hugging the piano at first, but when the atmosphere became lively, impulse took over reason and everything just happened. If it were now, Shui Rong would still do the same, after all, yesterday's experience was indeed unforgettable.

As for Yingluo, not to mention that she was the maid who had accompanied Shui Rong the longest, even if she was the first person to try it out, he would not treat her unfairly, it would just be a little harder.

But I was quite exhausted yesterday, so I need to rest for a few days. As Zhang Youshi said, too much is as bad as too little.

When Yingluo heard this, her pretty face instantly turned red. She glanced at Shuirong with her charming eyes and said angrily, "That's not what I meant."

Shui Rong chuckled upon seeing this. She didn't mean to turn her tears into joy. If he hadn't said this, she would have probably cried. What a little slut.

But thinking about it carefully, it is clear that this girl only has him in her heart, and she is quite lovable. Shui Rong couldn't help but stretch out his hand to pinch Ying Luo's face and said softly: "Okay, help me change clothes first."

After receiving the promise, Yingluo responded happily and hurried to get a loose dress to help the prince change his clothes. Now she was going to become the prince's woman, and she wanted to see how Qingwen would laugh at her.

While helping her change clothes, Shui Rong asked, "Where is the princess now?"

Although she needs to rest, it won't hurt to go over and take a look, especially at Baoqin. At least give her a few considerate words. After all, this girl has really worked hard.

Yingluo was unaware of his presence when she heard this, and responded, "I heard that a young nun has come to our palace. The dowager concubine is seeing her right now, and the princess should be there too."

"Young nun?"

Shui Rong nodded when he heard this. Concubine Beijing had planned to build a nunnery long ago. Now that the nunnery was completed, it was natural to invite a nun to preside over it.

After a pause, Shui Rong said, "Well, I'll go take a look later."

Chapter 165: Inside and Outside the Threshold

Beijing Prince's Mansion, Ning'an Hall.

The Concubine Beijing sat on a high platform, her clear eyes looking at the young nun who was calm and composed in the hall. She had a bun on her head, and wore a moon-white jacket with plain sleeves, a long vest with paddy green satin trim, a silk ribbon of autumn fragrance color, and a white silk skirt painted with light ink around her waist. She held a rosary with a whisk in her hand, and had a solemn demeanor, quite like an enlightened master.

After the conversation, the Beijing Concubine knew that Miaoyu was an expert in Buddhism and had a unique way of speaking, which made her admire her even more. So she said, "There is a nunnery in the palace. Master Miaoyu can come in and preside over it."

When Miaoyu heard this, her white jade-like face showed neither joy nor sorrow. She put her palms together and said, "Amitabha, the concubine has requested, and I will obey."

Although she is proud in nature, she is not ignorant of the ways of the world. Concubine Beijing is not arrogant and always addresses her master as her master. As the saying goes, reciprocity is the norm. Even though Miaoyu is aloof, she will not act in a pretentious manner to show her independence.

Besides, I'm here to settle down in the palace, so why should I act so hypocritically?

Concubine Beijing nodded slightly, then turned to Yuanchun and said, "Brother Rong's wife, please make proper arrangements for Master Miaoyu, and don't neglect her."

Yuanchun responded softly upon hearing this, and she looked at this solemn nun with a liking for her.

When Miaoyu saw this, she was also polite and said, neither humble nor arrogant, "Thank you, Princess."

Seeing that the matter was settled, Xiangyun's lively eyes rolled around. She loved to join in the fun, so she had dragged Tanchun to see the young nun. Earlier, the concubine and Miaoyu were discussing Buddhist scriptures, and she was tactful enough not to say anything. Now that Miaoyu was going to live in the palace, this gave her one more place to go.

At this moment, a voice came from the grandmother outside the house, saying, "The prince is here."

After hearing this, Concubine Beijing smiled, her bright eyes gradually brightened, and she said softly: "This monkey is lucky."

Yuanchun was delighted to hear that. She stood up involuntarily and looked towards the curtain with her bright eyes, like a woman waiting for her husband to appear.

Miaoyu also knew from the words and actions of the Concubine Dowager Beijing and the Princess that the person who came was the owner of the Beijing Palace, the current Prince Beijing. Although she was a Buddhist, she was in the secular world and naturally could not be rude, so she also stood up.

Soon, Shui Rong walked in and greeted the Beijing Concubine on the high platform, saying, "I pay my respects to my mother."

With her clear eyes, Miaoyu saw a gentle young man like a beautiful jade coming towards her slowly. He was like a jade tree planted between the green mountains and green waters, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. He was also like the beautiful jade from Kunlun Mountains, falling in the southeast corner, emitting a faint brilliance.

Monks are supposed to be free from all attachments, but how many of them can let go of their attachment to the beautiful things in this world?

How can one be pure if he wants to be pure? The sky is not necessarily empty. Miaoyu is obviously not one of them. Her dusty and lonely heart can't help but ripple, and her cold eyes unconsciously look at the words and deeds of the young man in front of her.

After Shui Rong paid his respects to Concubine Beijing, he turned his eyes to Yuanchun, and then to Tanchun and Xiangyun, all of whom nodded with a smile.

Concubine Beijing looked at the well-behaved and sensible stepson in front of her with bright eyes, and she was delighted and responded: "Since you are here, it is a good opportunity to meet Master Miaoyu. Master Miaoyu is very proficient in Buddhism and is now going to live in the nunnery in the mansion."

"Miaoyu."

Shui Rong was paused when he heard this. He knew that the palace had hired a young nun, but he did not ask much. He did not expect that it was Miaoyu. Could it be the Miaoyu from the Grand View Garden, or was it just a coincidence?

Although Miaoyu's heart was moved, it was mostly due to her yearning for beautiful things. Seeing Concubine Beijing introducing them, her white jade face was calm and indifferent, and she put her hands together and said, "This poor nun greets the prince."

Shui Rong turned around and looked at the nun in front of him. It went without saying that she was dressed in a Taoist robe. Her eyes were like a pool of clear water, and there was an elegant and noble temperament in her look.

How to say it, they have an otherworldly aura. They are high above others, giving people a sense of distance that no one can disturb them. People are captivated by them and dare not blaspheme.

Shui Rong nodded slightly and responded, then asked, "I wonder where Master Taiyuan is practicing."

The beautiful Taoist nun in front of him had already made Shui Rongxin have some guesses, but he still needed to verify a little to confirm what she was thinking.

Miaoyu was unaware of him and said in a clear voice, "I was originally a nun practicing in Xuanmu Panxiang Temple. I followed my master here last year and now I live in the Muni Courtyard at the west gate."

When Shui Rong heard the words, it was clear that Miaoyu was good. He didn't expect that without the Grand View Garden, Miaoyu would actually come to the palace now.

After confirming what he was thinking, Shui Rong said no more and said softly, "In the future, Master, please pray for the mansion. If there is anything you need, just let me know. You don't have to restrict me."

Miaoyu "."

I asked her where she was practicing, and the next moment I asked her to pray for the palace. What does this mean?

Moreover, although the young man in front of him was extremely handsome and elegant, his words and actions were somewhat worldly, which was really a pity.

Miaoyu's eyebrows were as usual, and she clasped her hands together and said, "This is my duty as a poor nun. Your Majesty, don't worry."

Shui Rong nodded slightly and sat down on the platform.

Yuanchun didn't say much when she saw this. Although she was the prince's wife, her husband and her mother had a deep mother-son relationship. Generally speaking, the husband was named after his mother.

She just looked at her husband with her starry eyes slightly thoughtfully. She knew her husband very well and even in an unintentional look of her husband, she could read some different charm.

Yuanchun keenly caught the moment when her husband was distracted when he mentioned Miaoyu. This Nun Miaoyu was indeed elegant and graceful. Her cold and smart eyes had a charming look, and she looked like a nun.

Thinking of this, Yuanchun spat in her heart. Master Miaoyu was well versed in Buddhism, so how could she be such an ordinary person? Moreover, her husband looked normal and had not done anything inappropriate. She must have been judging others by her own standards.

Alas, her husband is a handsome man, and she always feels uneasy when she sees a pretty person approaching. Even if the other person has ulterior motives, she should trust her husband.