Red Mansion Beijingwang

Chapter 111 Qingwen is quite promising
In the side room of Rongguo Duke's Mansion.

Watermelt was guided by Sister Feng, and she walked into the house on a gold brocaded coral carpet. There was a bronze incense burner with plum blossoms, three breasts and feet. There was smoke lingering on it, and the fragrance filled her nose and circled around. The tables and chairs carved from fine sandalwood are carefully engraved with different patterns, showing delicacy everywhere.

The couch next to the window is a step-by-step bed with a hanging green double-embroidered flower and insect gauze curtain. There is a pair of plum blossom-style lacquered small tables on both sides. On the left table is a Wenwang tripod and an incense box, and on the right table is a Ru kiln beauty goblet with an insert. It is decorated with fresh flowers, tea bowls, tea sets and other items. On the front of the couch is an azure money snake pillow and a brocade quilt with a scarlet vase and silk carvings on the bottom.

Sister Feng looked at Shui Rong's slightly satisfied expression, her distinct eyebrows raised slightly, and she asked with a smile: "Your Majesty, can I get this reward?"

Shui Rong looked at Sister Feng, who looked slightly satisfied, nodded and said, "Sister-in-law Feng is determined, and she deserves this reward."

Although it is a temporary room for one night, Sister Feng has really put her heart into the exquisite and luxurious decoration.

Listening to Shui Rong's words, Sister Feng's eyebrows danced with joy, and she complained with a slightly angry tone: "No, this hard-working person ran several times just looking for these objects, but it's too much trouble for me."

Shui Rong chuckled when he heard this. Sister Feng spoke without scruples and always seemed to have deep meaning. She shook her head. Shui Rong turned to say, "Sister-in-law Feng, I want to rest."

After hearing this, Sister Feng raised her eyebrows. Isn't this just chasing people away? Thinking about this, Sister Feng sighed: "Yes, I am just an errand boy. I will be disliked by others when I use it. I will also let others use the bath water." Get ready, if the prince wants to take a bath, just give him the instructions, and I won’t bother you."

Shui Rong looked at Sister Feng who twisted her waist to leave, and sighed in her heart that she was indeed a well-rounded person, and she handled things properly.

Qingwen, who was standing by the side, looked at the graceful Pingting's back. She looked very coquettish and raised her beautiful eyebrows. She came closer and whispered: "Your Majesty, do you want me to push the tub in?"

Shui Rong didn't realize he was there and nodded. After all, he was sweating a little today. If he didn't take a shower, he wouldn't feel strong.

Qingwen heard the words and went down to prepare. After a while, the steaming bathtub was pushed in. Qingwen moved forward cutely, her face was red, and she was different from the refreshing ones in the past. Instead, she spoke softly and timidly. He said: "Your Majesty, my servant will help you change your clothes."

When Shui Rong saw this, he understood clearly. Qingwen was still young at the moment. Her first daughter was given to Yuanchun by the Lai family. She had never had the experience of serving a man to bathe. Now that she had to serve him, she felt shy.

Facing the little maid's request, Shui Rong did not refuse. After all, serving the master was a maid's duty. If she refused, it would make the little girl think too much, so she nodded and opened her hands.

After a while, Shui Xiu came to the bathtub with nothing but his clothes. When he saw rose petals and spices put in the bathtub, he was a little shocked. He thought that this was arranged by Sister-in-law Feng, who is really a considerate and good sister-in-law.

Sinking into the tub, Shuirou closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the comfort of the bath.

Qingwen looked at the prince taking a bath with her bright eyes, her pink face as soft as water. Thinking of the prince's majesty and tall figure, her heart trembled.

After being lost for a moment, Qingwen regained her composure. She was the prince's maid, and it was natural for her to serve him. Now that the prince was bathing, how could she not serve him as a maid?
And she remembered that the prince once said that if he showed his ability, he would ask for it from the princess.

Thinking about this, Qingwen plucked up her courage and said softly: "My lord, would you like a slave to rub your back?"

When Shui Rong heard the words, Shui Rong nodded lightly and didn't say much. It was a common thing for a maid to wait on her master to take a bath. Originally, Yingluo didn't need Shui Rong to say much when she was there, and she had already come to serve him.

Seeing this, Qingwen held a towel and came forward, dipped it in water and wiped the prince's back. However, her little hand touched the prince's well-proportioned skin. Qingwen felt a little embarrassed and couldn't help herself. Her bare hands trembled slightly, but they were soft. Can't make use of it.

Shui Rong felt Qingwen's uneasiness, and he understood in his heart. After all, this was Qingwen's first serious service, so it was inevitable that he would feel nervous, and this was also a service for bathing.

But it doesn’t matter, after the first time, after being open, my mentality will be correct.

Just feeling the trembling caress of the little hand gave Shui Rong a different feeling, something strange in her heart, so she changed the subject and asked softly: "Qingwen, are you still used to staying in the palace?"

Qingwen's jade cheeks were slightly red and she replied: "We maids don't have any habits or habits. We just want to meet a good master." Shui Rong was slightly surprised when he heard this. If he asked the people around him, he would probably They were all "fine" and so on, but Qingwen was more forthright in her words.

It's just that Shui Rong doesn't care about it, and Qingwen's straightforward temperament is commendable despite her pretty appearance.

So Shui Rong asked with a smile: "Then tell me whether I am a good master?"

Qingwen's eyes lit up when she heard this. Although she was serving the prince at this time, her master should be the princess. Could it be that she recognized her by asking like this now?
Thinking of this, Qingwen raised the corners of her mouth slightly, pursed her pink lips and replied: "Your Majesty has always been kind to others, so he is naturally a good master."

Shui Rong chuckled, turned around and looked at the pretty beauty, and joked: "Being kind to others is a good master. If I criticize you harshly, wouldn't it be a bad master?"

Qingwen's face turned red when she heard this. She didn't mean it, so she hurriedly replied: "This is not what I meant."

Shui Rong looked at the flustered Qingwen, his charming peach blossom eyes were so anxious that tears were about to come out, and there was no trace of the charm of "Yong Qingwen".

Shui Rong knew this well, after all, Qingwen was just straight-tempered, not stupid. In the original work, she relied on Baoyu's arrogance to speak freely. Now she just follows Shui Rong, and she is not subject to Shui Rong's arrogance. How could it all depend on temperament?

Thinking of this, Shui Rong smiled and said, "I'm just joking with you, what's the rush?"

Qingwen felt a little relieved after hearing this. At this time, she also understood that the prince was teasing her. Involuntarily, Qingwen raised her eyebrows slightly, pursed her pink lips and spat softly.

Shuirong chuckled and didn't care about Qingwen's spitting, and peacefully enjoyed the little girl's service.

After a while, Shui Rong finished bathing and put on a middle coat, while Qing Wen's pretty face was already as red as fire.

Shui Rong chuckled and said nothing. He sat on the golden pier and said, "Qingwen, I am a little tired. Go and make the bed."

Because it was a homecoming ceremony, Shui Rong, as the protagonist, naturally had a lot of social activities and drank a lot of wine. After taking a bath, Shui Rong felt tired and planned to rest early today.

Qingwen looked slightly stunned when she heard this, pursed her lips, moved to the couch, took off her small blue-soled embroidered shoes, knelt down beside the couch, and neatly spread out the brocade quilt with a big red bottom of the vase carved with silk with her little hands. , said in a clear voice: "Your Majesty, you just took a bath and your body is wet. Why don't you wait for a while."

After hearing this, Shui Rong chuckled and said in a slightly joking tone: "You know quite a lot."

Qingwen's eyebrows slightly raised when she heard this, and Yurong looked back at Shui Rong with the joy of being praised. She pursed her pink lips and said, "That's right. The prince should listen to your servant and do some exercise first. If you are really tired, It’s fine for me, my servant, to chat with the prince.”

Looking at the little girl's playful expression, she found it quite cute. It seemed that Qingwen now had the flavor of the original novel, which made Shuirong feel comfortable.

After groaning, Shui Rong picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip, then said, "It doesn't matter, I know what's going on, just make the bed."

Shui Rong also knew that he couldn't sleep directly after taking a bath, but he was indeed a little tired, so it was better to lie down, and he didn't just sleep on the bed, so it wouldn't be a problem.

After hearing the prince's instructions, Qingwen pursed her lips and said nothing more, carefully laying out the mattress.

Shui Rong didn't realize he was there, he just looked at Qingwen kneeling beside the couch, her slightly raised figure was exquisite and graceful, vaguely exuding an unparalleled charm, which seemed to be attractive.

Tsk tsk tsk, this Qingwen is quite promising.
(End of this chapter)