Red Mansion Beijingwang

Imperial City, outside Kunning Palace.

King Yong, who was wearing a python robe, was walking on the corridor. There was no trace of smile on his face, and there was a faint flame surging in his eyes. Even in the middle of summer, it was difficult to dispel the awe-inspiring chill all over his body.

"My lord, are you alright?"

Hearing these gentle words of concern, King Yong came back to his senses, and his eyes fell on the beauty beside him. She had green silk hair and jade hairpins on her temples. She was wearing a floral blouse and a pleated skirt. Her red lips were white and her teeth were shining. Overflowing with color.

The beauty in front of her is none other than her wife, Princess Yong, Zhang Paner, who has been accompanying him day and night.

Involuntarily, King Yong's sharp eyes looked at Huaxin Beauty, and his eyes gradually became gentle, and he said softly: "I am fine, I feel aggrieved today."

Today, I brought my wife to pay my respects to Empress Zhou. In her words, Empress Zhou mostly urged Zhang Pan'er to have an heir for the palace. Although she did not criticize her harshly, her dissatisfaction was self-evident.

The beauty of Huaxin couldn't help but relax when she heard this. When she saw King Yong's gloomy face before, she couldn't help but feel worried. She felt the deepest feeling of the biting chill.

She pursed her lips, a little rouge appeared on Zhang Pan'er's pink jade cheeks, her head hung slightly, her beautiful eyes looked at the goose-yellow handkerchief in her hand, and she whispered warmly: "Your Majesty, what the Queen said is true. It makes no sense. I have been married to the prince for many years but have achieved nothing. I have failed the emperor's favor. I will do my best in the future."

There is no need to say more about the next words. She tried her best and couldn't do it alone. The implication is that King Yong should sow the seeds.

Speaking of this matter, Zhang Paner felt a little aggrieved. She did not want to contribute to the palace, but the prince had not favored her for many years, which made her helpless.

However, Zhang Paner can also understand that Prince Yong has been unwell in recent years and should indeed rest. Not only Princess Yong, but also her other sisters have not received any favors.

As for those unfounded rumors, Zhang Pan'er didn't believe it, or rather, he didn't want to believe it.

When King Yong heard the words, his gentle face couldn't help but froze, and his expression was dark and unclear. The previous Chun Chun advice from Queen Zhou came to his mind. Those words of advice were like sharp swords that pierced King Yong's heart. Why didn't King Yong's palace have one yet? Son, I don’t believe that this “poisonous woman” has an unclear mind.

Seeing the shy and timid beauty in front of him, King Yong felt extremely bitter in his heart. It was not that he didn't want to, but he was helpless. It was just that only few people knew about it, and even to his wife who was with him day and night, he never revealed the slightest bit.

Thinking of this, King Yong's resentment towards the "poisonous woman" became more and more profound. She really had misled him by the "poisonous woman".

After groaning, King Yong said expressionlessly: "Let's go, let's go back to the palace first."

Zhang Pan'er felt even more shy after hearing this. Could it be that she was the one who returned to the palace first? With a slight response, Zhang Pan'er followed King Yong forward, her heart pounding non-stop, and her snowy jade cheeks were bright red. Like blood.

King Yong did not notice the strangeness of the beauty. He was walking in the nine-curved corridor of the palace, his thoughts flying. At the moment, he had no distracting thoughts and only thought about the supreme throne. However, there was no heir in Prince Yong's palace, which was a huge hidden danger.

Not long after, a gentle figure appeared in King Yong's sight. His eyes lit up involuntarily and he greeted: "Uncle Sixteen."

Shui Rong heard the sound and glanced sideways. When he saw the person coming, he could not help but frown slightly. Since his eldest nephew took office in the Ministry of War, he often delivered official documents to the Governor's Mansion. Everyone on the road knew about Sima Zhao's intentions.

Although Shui Rong was unwilling to answer, he was still his eldest nephew, and now he took the initiative to say hello. He still had a decent appearance, so he put his foot down on the carriage.

When Prince Yong came over, Shui Rong had a warm expression on his face and asked with a smile: "Prince Yong also plans to go back to the mansion?"

Everyone wants to go back to the palace, there is no need to talk nonsense.

King Yong heard Shui Rong's alienation, his face remained unchanged, and he still smiled. He approached and said, "My nephew has no official duties today, so he brought Pan'er into the palace to pay his respects to the queen."

With that said, King Yong called to the beauty beside him and said in a clear voice: "Pan'er, come here to meet Uncle Sixteen."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Pan'er stepped forward and saluted Yingying: "Pan'er has met uncle."

Its sound is like an orchid in an empty valley, soft and soft, making people feel more comfortable and relaxed.

Shui Rong looked at her nephew and daughter-in-law, who was saluting Yingying. Her hair was high, her face was like a peach and plum, her eyebrows were curved, her almond-shaped eyes were full of spring, and her elegant appearance was indescribably pure and refined.

Shui Rong also knew a thing or two about Zhang Pan'er. She was the niece of the late Empress Zhang. The practice of kissing and marrying was very common in this era. Wasn't it the same with the Zhen family back then.Of course, Shui Rong has only heard a word or two about Shui Rong, but has never seen it. At this moment, Shui Rong's expression is a little complicated. Although the flower letter beauty in front of him is extremely beautiful, he is not someone who has never seen the world, so he will not She was confused, but after all she was my niece, and her appearance was similar to that of the late Empress Zhang. For a moment, it almost overlapped with the beautiful figure in Shui Rong's impression.

The power of white moonlight is extraordinary.

Shui Rong chinned his head gently, turned his eyes to King Yong, and said in a clear voice: "Eldest nephew, I have to rush back to the house, so I have to go first."

That's just the person in my impression. There is no need to "Wan Wan resembles Qing", not to mention that this beauty with beautiful letters is his nephew and wife.

King Yong looked as usual and said with a smile: "Uncle Sixteen, it's still early now, why don't you go sit in your nephew's house for a while."

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard this. It seemed that with his status and every move he made had profound meaning in the eyes of outsiders, it would not make people think too much about going to Prince Yong's Mansion to sit around for no reason.

Thinking about this, Shui Rong refused and said, "No need, there are still important things at home."

Having said that, Shui Rong didn't say anything more, and having already given his face to his left and right, he stepped on the carriage and drove away from the palace.

King Yong watched the water-soluble carriage leave without saying anything. After all, it was common for Uncle Sixteen in front of him to have an alienated attitude. Although he couldn't hide his disappointment, he had already become accustomed to it, so he greeted Zhang Pan'er and got on to Yong. The royal carriage.

In the carriage, King Yong looked at Zhang Pan'er, who had lowered his eyebrows and eyes. His eyes flickered slightly. King Yong had already noticed Shui Rong's momentary absence. They were both men, or were once men. He understood Shui Rong's strangeness. Why.

Zhang Pan'er, who lowered her head, was puzzled. Ever since Uncle Sixteen left, the prince had been preoccupied and seemed to be calculating, but she didn't know what it was.

Pursing her pink lips, Zhang Pan'er raised her eyes to look at the young man and asked softly: "What is on your mind, Your Majesty?"

King Yong groaned after hearing the words, but did not answer. Then he seemed to say casually: "Pan'er, what do you think of Uncle Sixteen?"

Zhang Pan'er was heartbroken when she heard this, and looked at her husband with doubtful willow eyes. Although she didn't know why her husband asked about this matter, she still replied honestly: "I see Uncle Sixteen being quite kind."

The first impression given by Shuixu's warm face is that of a spring breeze. He looks like a person with a tolerant and kind temperament. As for his nature, we still need to find out the root of it.

King Yong nodded slightly when he heard this, and said in a somewhat sad tone: "Our sixteenth uncle has a special status, but he always keeps his own rules, which makes me admire him. I can't be so open-minded in this change of place."

From a dignified prince to the Prince of Beijing, although they are both royal nobles, their status is completely different. Apart from that, even if they cannot sit on the supreme throne, it is not an exaggeration to be crowned a prince with the favor of the Supreme Emperor. However, at the moment But he was just a county king. With such a gap in status, how could he not feel resentful if he were to replace him.

On the other hand, Shui Rong has always behaved himself since the adoption, without showing any resentment. How could such a person not be open-minded?

Hearing this, Zhang Pan'er looked at King Yong thoughtfully with a pair of beautiful eyes. Generally speaking, King Yong would never talk about outside affairs in front of her. Now he not only mentioned it, but also talked about it. Man, what does this mean?
Pursing her pink lips, Zhang Pan'er said softly: "I feel that you, Your Majesty, are also open-minded."

Not to mention who is the older of the two, King Yong is her husband, so naturally she will not belittle him, and her heart is towards him.

King Yong chuckled lightly, stretched out his hand to hold Li Ren's hand, and said in a gentle tone: "Pan'er, I will still need your best help in the future, but you can't hide your secrets."

Feeling her husband's intimacy, Zhang Pan'er's cheeks blushed even more, with tenderness and shyness between her brows, and she murmured a soft response.

As the prince's virtuous wife, she should try her best to help him after his death. This is the duty of a wife, and there is no need for King Yong to express it.

King Yong looked at the shy beauty in front of him, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and he felt inexplicably in his heart. He had already made a decision after thinking about it before, but by doing so, he seemed to feel sorry for this person who only thought about himself. .

However, if you can't climb Dabao, everything will be in vain. Let Pan'er be the most noble woman in the world in the future, which can be regarded as compensation for her.

Moreover, he is useless at this time. Isn't he letting Pan'er stay alone in the empty room and feel sorry for herself every night? How can he let Pan'er suffer like this? Thinking about it carefully, this is for her sake, isn't it? Anyway, Pan'er also feels sixteen My uncle is quite kind.

Under the self-hypnosis of King Yong, the remaining guilt dissipated in the King, and the sparkling look in his eyes became more determined. (End of chapter)