Red Mansion Beijingwang

The water comes out of Ning'an Hall, strolls along the verandah, and when you reach the winding white stone bridge, you can see the red roses beside the river, as crystal clear as agate, with petals stacked on top of each other, extremely beautiful.

I don’t know why, but that charming moon-like jade face appeared in my mind, so gorgeous and dazzling.

In the Ning'an Hall, Concubine Beijing was like a little daughter. She spoke loudly and disciplined her son like a husband. She showed no coyness at all. With every movement she made, she showed the charm of a mature beauty. She even pinched the water around her waist intimately. Although the soft meat is separated by clothes, you can still feel the tenderness and smoothness in your hands, which makes people feel excited.

Is this what a mother should do? It's clearly a joke between lovers.

Thinking of this, Shui Rong couldn't help but sigh in his heart. That was his mother. How could he blame Concubine Beijing for his random thoughts? He was already old and didn't know the sense of boundaries, so he ignored his own charm like this?

Speaking of which, I don't know why, when he whispered softly, he actually wanted to open his mouth and eat it. He was really stunned. It seemed that he had been too indulgent recently, so that his mind was confused, and he recognized Princess Beijing as Yuanchun and the others. .

At this moment, Xiao Fuzi, who was wearing a Gebu arrow jacket, bowed his waist and came forward, saying flatteringly: "Master is back. I would like to greet you, master. May you be blessed."

Shui Rong came back to his senses, his eyes fell on Xiao Fuzi, nodded slightly, and said: "Go and do your work, I have to go back to the house to rest."

Xiao Fuzi didn't care when he heard this. After all, his master had always been like this and treated the maids far better than he, the eunuch who served him. However, he was not discouraged. He bowed and said: "Master, I heard that the maids at Cong Cui'an are better than the eunuchs who serve him." Master Miaoyu has suffered from the cold, do you want to go and have a look?"

Xiao Fuzi had followed the prince to Caocui'an before. He guessed that the prince must have had thoughts about that Yanni, so he had been paying attention to the situation in Caocui'an. Now that he got the news, he didn't want to show his face in front of the prince.

Favor and all that are given to those who are prepared.

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Master Miaoyu was too affected by the wind and cold. What's going on? The symptoms of wind and cold can be big or small and cannot be ignored.

"Can a doctor take a look at it?"

When Xiao Fuzi saw Shui Rong asking, his eyes couldn't help but light up. It was just as he thought, the prince was devoted to Buddha.

Xiao Fuzi, who understood this kind of joint, said with a bitter look on his face: "Master, the master keeps tabs on his illness and avoids medical treatment. He has never asked a doctor to come. How about master go and persuade the master? How can he not see a doctor when he is suffering from the cold?"

Shui Rong fell silent after hearing this. The last time he drank tea and discussed Taoism, he almost made it clear to Master Miaoyu, and made it clear that he would not go to tea sipping and Taoism discussion again. His original intention was to polish Miaoyu's noble temperament. It's been a while, so it's time to go and take a look. The Buddhist Dharma can calm your mind and cleanse your worldly thoughts.

It's not a discussion over tea, and it doesn't count as a broken promise.

After groaning, Shui Rong nodded and said, "Xiao Fuzi, go and invite a girl to come."

In a daughter's house, everything must be avoided, especially since Miaoyu has a serious "germia" and would definitely not want to be touched by a male groom.

Presumably, this is also the reason why Miaoyu avoids medical treatment.

In fact, not only Miaoyu, but also Concubine Beijing, Yuanchun and others, most of the ladies would check for physical discomforts on weekdays. Only when the condition was serious, the palace doctor would be called.

After all, women's status is low, and they basically stay in the back house to take care of their husbands and raise children. There are not so many girls with superb medical skills.

When Xiao Fuzi heard this, he said "Hey" and went to invite someone.

Cong Cui'an, in the wing room.

"Cough cough."

On one of the embroidered couches, Miao Yusu covered her embroidered handkerchief with her hands and coughed lightly. Her bun was not combed, but was tied casually with a ribbon. Her ink silk hair was like a black spring flowing down her shoulders, loosely pulled back. The clothes were spread out, and the face as beautiful as water was pale.

Seeing this, the maid Die'er put the tea she brought on the small table beside her and hurriedly stepped forward to caress the beauty's jade back. With a worried look on her face, she said: "Girl, why don't you ask the doctor to catch some?" Come on, take the medicine, procrastination is not an option."

Miaoyu leaned back on the pillow, her eyebrows lowered, her clear eyes showing a bit of loneliness, and she said calmly: "It's just a minor problem, no need for it."

Die'er knew that her girl was quite knowledgeable in medical science, and she would only take care of any physical discomforts she had. Since the girl said it was a minor problem, there would be no problem.

Moreover, she also knew her girl's temperament, and it was useless to persuade her. She did not dare to persuade her. She pursed her lips and said softly: "Then I will go to the kitchen to get some snow pears to relieve cough."

Hearing this, Miaoyu raised her eyes and looked at Die'er without saying much.

Die'er, who was serving as a personal attendant, naturally understood that the girl's refusal would be acquiescence, so she got up and planned to go to the kitchen.

At this time, the mother-in-law's voice came from outside the courtyard, saying: "Girl, the prince is here."

When Miaoyu heard this, she couldn't help being shocked. She still remembered that the man said last time that he would not come to Guancui'an again. What was he doing here now? It couldn't be about drinking tea and discussing Taoism, right?

After a thought, Miaoyu guessed that he was the owner of the palace, and she was afraid that her unwellness would reach his ears, so she came over to have a look at her.

Thinking of this, Miaoyu felt "disdain" in her heart, and said that she would not disturb her again. Now she did not break her promise, but the slight upward curve of the corners of her lips showed the excitement deep in her heart.

"Just say that I have to rest. It's inconvenient. Please come back, Your Majesty. Please come back tomorrow. The poor nun will burn incense and make tea and wait for Your Majesty to arrive."

After all, living in the prince's palace, I can't help but show his favor, but now that she is so sick, it's hard to see her, so she might as well come back tomorrow to have tea and discuss Taoism.

The mother-in-law looked hesitant when she heard this, and said softly: "Girl, the prince heard that the girl was unwell, so he specially invited a doctor to diagnose and treat the girl."

Miaoyu's heart moved after hearing this. As expected, she knew she was sick and came to see her. She even brought the doctor here with her, which was really thoughtful.

"Then please invite the doctor in. As for the prince, please tell me that my illness is not good, and I might offend the prince's noble body. Please go back."

After all, it's that person's wish, and it's hard to refuse. As for meeting, today is not the right time.

Die'er: "."

When the mother-in-law heard this, she didn't say much and retreated. After a while, she heard footsteps outside the house. Miaoyu thought it was the doctor, so she didn't care. She couldn't help pinching the embroidered handkerchief and coughing lightly. stand up.

"Master, are you okay?"

Miaoyu was taking a sip of the tea on the small table. When she heard the voice of the person coming, her appearance suddenly changed, and she raised her clear and bright eyes to look at the person coming. It was not the young man who was as gentle as water.

Shui Rong's eyes fell on the beauty on the embroidered couch. Her unpainted face could not hide the exquisite features of her eyebrows. However, this exquisiteness could not cover up the haggard and weak look that had permeated her face. The posture of a weak willow supporting the wind was like a tree weighed down by the wind and rain. The overwhelmed pear blossom is beautiful and fragile, pale and weak.

Miaoyu came back to her senses, put the tea cup on the small table again, stared at the young man, and said in a clear and cold voice: "Coming uninvited, the prince is too rude."

We had already asked him to go back, but he didn't expect this man to come in by himself. Didn't he know that his daughter's master's wife's meditation room could not be entered by anyone at will, and he was still a foreigner.

Don’t be laughed at with her current makeup!

Shui Rong heard the words and didn't take it seriously. He sat on a brocade pier in front of the bed and looked at the sick beauty on the bed. His eyebrows were cold and his pale jade face added a bit of indifference, revealing a deep sense of alienation. There is an aura of not allowing strangers to enter, just like the white lotus in the Yaochi, which can be viewed from a distance but not played with, a proper ascetic style.

"The visitor is a guest. Buddhism has opened the door for convenience. How can he care about the etiquette of the secular world? The teacher is too foreign, but he is obsessed with appearance."

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Miaoyu raised her eyes to look at the young man, and her heart paused for a moment. The young man's words made Miaoyu regain the feeling of drinking tea and discussing Taoism. She didn't need to mind the identity gap between the two parties, she could speak freely, and after a verbal battle, she met her verbally. True chapter.

Thinking of this, Miaoyu's mood became a little more relaxed, and her voice was still clear and cold as she said: "Buddhism has opened the door to convenience, so that disciples do not have to stick to the rules of Buddhism. However, the prince misinterpreted the true meaning and used strong words to make excuses."

It is good for Buddhism to open a wide door for convenience, but not all doors are open, and we are not like thieves who enter at every door. If we are used to it, I am afraid that all the jade doors will be unobstructed.

Shui Rong chuckled lightly when he heard the words, and without making any excuse, Shi Shiran said: "Master Tai, stop making trouble and let the doctor take a look at it for you first."

Seeing that the young man was "speechless", Miaoyu couldn't help but feel a little proud. After all, during the several confrontations, she seemed to have had her mind read, and she was always at a disadvantage. Now she was finally better, but she hadn't been proud for too long, and soon she seemed to be Thinking of something, he looked at the young man angrily and said angrily: "I never made a scene."

It was obviously a discussion of Taoism, but why did she make such a fuss? Seeing this, Shui Rong chuckled and said, "Master Tai, as a monk, we should refrain from being angry and impatient. How can we express joy in our appearance?"

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Miaoyu's face turned red, and she stared straight at the boy with a pair of cold bright eyes. Her lips twitched a few times, but she couldn't refute for a moment. Thinking about it carefully, she was really angry, especially when she had vaguely acted like a little girl before. His posture didn't look like that of someone from outside, but the words between the two of them were more like a young couple bickering, and a hint of shyness flashed through her clear eyes.

This young man really wanted her to return to the secular world, but he didn't want to marry her husband and raise her children.

When Shui Rong saw this, he became even more amused. This broke his guard. He didn't practice enough. Sometimes it was quite interesting to tease the arrogant master, so he waited for the master's words with interest.

Seeing the smile on Shuixuan's face, Miaoyu immediately raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "I know a little about medicine, but I just caught a cold, it's nothing serious. I'll just rest for two days, so I won't bother the prince anymore." .”

Whether he meant well or not, he was clearly here to see her laugh.

When Shui Rong heard the words, it became clear that Miaoyu entered Buddhism because he had been sick since childhood. He became a doctor after a long period of illness, and he knew medical principles no matter what. What's more, his master not only studied congenital Yishu intensively, but was also a good hand in the apricot forest. Yes, he has inherited the mantle after all.

But then again, this master's wife was too petty to drive people away just because he couldn't tell him.

Shui Rong knew in his heart that Master Tai was out of temper, so he said nicely: "A doctor doesn't heal himself. We have invited doctors on both sides. It's okay to see. The one who came is a girl, so Master Tai doesn't need to avoid anything."

Miaoyu heard the words and stared at the young man, her heart moved slightly. She kept her illness secret and refused to seek medical treatment. It was more or less because of the male groom. Unexpectedly, the young man actually invited a female servant, who really knew her and understood her.

Sakura's lips twitched slightly, wanting to stop him with words, but seeing his kindness, she refused and remained silent.

Upon seeing this, Shui Rong understood clearly that Miaoyu was an arrogant master. If she didn't deny it, she would be acquiescing to it. If he pressed for the truth, it would seem that his emotional intelligence was too low, so he asked someone to invite the girls waiting outside.

After a while, the girl came in, took Miaoyu's pulse and said softly: "I just suffered a little bit of wind and cold. It's nothing serious. I'll be fine after a few days of rest. It's just..."

After saying that, the girl told Miaoyu: "Looking at the look on Master Tai's face, it seems that she is thinking too much and is restless. If I prescribe some calming medicine, it won't be a big deal."

From the moment she entered the room, she observed the master's expression. There was a faint dark blue color between his eyebrows. Coupled with the weak heart pulse, it was not just insomnia caused by restlessness.

Miaoyu was silent when she heard the words. She was also proficient in medical science and understood the joints. However, her thoughts were too overwhelming. Miaoyu glanced at the young man, and a strange light flashed through her cold bright eyes.

After the girl wrote down the prescription, she left after giving instructions. Shui Rong handed the prescription to the maid to brew it. In a blink of an eye, Shui Rong and Miaoyu were the only two people left in the room.

The atmosphere in the room gradually became quiet. Shui Rong looked at Master Tai, who had lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and asked pointedly: "Master Tai is thinking too much, but what's bothering you?"

When Miaoyu heard this, her Qinglie face became even redder, and Fangxin felt ashamed and annoyed. Why did she think too much? It wasn't because the young man's words confused her mood, and the young man no longer came to Cuicui'an for food. After discussing Taoism over tea, my heart became even more depressed, and some spirits were not kept in mind, so that inner demons entered my body.

Yesterday at midnight, in a daze, she was no longer in the nunnery. She saw the matchmaker pulling and helping her into the car, and she was walking in the sedan chair crying. In the blink of an eye, she entered the Beijing Prince's Palace and entered the bridal chamber. The happy groom and the groom are the young man in front of him.

It was a night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and the mandarin ducks were sleeping in pairs under the quilt. Suddenly, they felt the Zen bed shaking like thousands of horses galloping.

After a while, another thief robbed her. They held her with a knife and a stick, and tore her clothes with a ferocious smile. She had to cry for help. During the struggle, she tore off the cloth that covered the thief's face. The young man in front of her looked like him again. I don't know how, but I accepted it calmly. For a moment, I was like a small boat in the vast ocean, ups and downs.

There were people going back and forth, left and right, forcing her to take care of her husband and raise her children.

She had always thought highly of herself and had extremely high demands on herself. She would not allow herself to hear about such vulgar and obscene things, let alone think about them. Therefore, this dream was so frightening that she broke into a cold sweat, and she felt sick afterwards. Cool.

After all, the young man in front of her is her "inner demon", but how could she say these words to the young man clearly? This does not mean that her six roots are unclean and her fate is not over.

Pursing her pink lips, Miaoyu said calmly: "The poor nun studied the Buddhist scriptures and was trance-like for a moment. There is nothing to worry about."

Hearing this, Shui Rong understood the duplicity of the master's words. He also roughly guessed that it was his almost confessional words that stained the aloof and holy master, so he smiled pointedly and said: "I drank tea and discussed the Tao earlier. I talked freely with my teacher, and even when I admired my teacher, I didn’t shy away from it. I originally thought that my teacher was a close person, but I didn’t expect that now my teacher is so evasive. It’s really sad, but it’s just me being sentimental.”

When Miao Yu heard Shui Rong talk about Taoism while drinking tea, she felt sentimental in her heart, but she didn't know how. Although the two of them talked mostly tit for tat, they talked freely and it was really pleasant. Later, she heard the young man say "admiration", and he was a close friend. , the pale face flushed slightly, a flash of panic flashed through the clear and bright eyes, and the inner lake that had been silent for a long time was turbulent.

However, the young man's final sigh made Master Tai look bleak. What she wanted to say was that the young man was not being sentimental, and she also felt that the young man was a close person.

These ups and downs of state of mind made Master Miaoyu's already frail face look even paler, and she couldn't help but sweat a little on her forehead.

After a moment of silence, Master Miaoyu raised her clear eyes and glanced at the young man. Then she lowered her eyes and said quietly: "The poor nun was haunted by nightmares yesterday, which made him uneasy. He just suffered from some wind."

She really couldn't be shy about the young man treating each other sincerely. If he ruined this friendship, yes, it was just a feeling of confidant, nothing more.

Although the beauty never mentioned what kind of nightmare she had, she could tell from her expression that as he thought, the master's nightmare must have been caused by him.

Thinking about it carefully, this was also the hint given by Master Gao Ao to him, indicating that Shui Rong was not being sentimental, but that the beauty was too arrogant and did not make it clear.

Literary young girls are always too reserved. What they pursue is illusory resonance. If you continue to ask, she will think you are as stupid as an ox.

Shui Rong didn't expose it, his eyes fell on the tea cup on the small table, he reached out to hold it and sipped it, well, he was just thirsty.

Miaoyu's eyes saw the young man holding her and sipping tea from a cup. Her beautiful eyes were startled, and her fair cheeks turned red. Then she lowered her eyebrows and looked at the brocade quilt embroidered with red apricots, silently.

Shui Rong didn't seem to pay attention, and said softly to himself: "The tea is sweet and not bad. It reminds me of Master Miaoyu's skill in making tea. When Master Miaoyu's health improves, I will come to see Master again to taste tea and discuss Taoism." good?"

When Miaoyu heard this, her red jade cheeks became more and more bloody, an inexplicable strangeness flashed in her cold eyes, and her silent heart began to throb.

It was originally a tasteless tea, where did the sweetness come from? What does this mean? He is really a deceiver, just like in a nightmare.

But how can I not feel bored?

She also understood the intention of the young man's words. He drank from the tea cup she had used and talked about the Tao while drinking tea. She was undoubtedly waiting for her response. She knew in her heart that if she refused verbally, she would be afraid of the young man's temper. Will not be returning.

She was originally an outsider and had the intention to refuse. However, yesterday's nightmare was immersed in her and she was deeply immersed in it. Deep in her heart, she longed to get close to the young man and have tea and talk with him.

Yes, just drinking tea and discussing Taoism, nothing else.

Pursing her pink lips, Miaoyu glanced at the warm young man, and said with a slight tremor in her cold voice: "Your Majesty is willing to deign to condescend to me, and I am naturally waiting for you."

She was very wise and did not mention her previous statement about "not disturbing Qing Xiu".

"Eagerly awaiting" is an easy word to use. For Miaoyu, who has a noble nature, being able to say this word is like a confession. Although it seems plain, it is filled with nameless heat.

Shui Rong smiled knowingly and said softly: "Okay, Master Tai is not feeling well and should rest early. I will go back first and I will have tea and discuss Taoism with Master Tai in two days."

After all, it is a sick body, and it is not easy to do much if it is water-soluble.

Hearing this, Miaoyu raised her clear jade face and looked at the young man. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heart felt a little reluctant, but her expression remained as usual and she said in a clear voice: "Then Prince, please go slowly."

Shui Rong nodded, said nothing else, stood up and left.

Miaoyu looked at the disappearing figure, and her eyes slowly fell on the empty tea cup on the small table. Her cheeks turned red. If it were anyone else, she would have felt that she had to smash it, but this was used by the young man, and she didn't feel disgusted at all. She didn't think anything of it. There are some differences.

Pursing her pink lips, she suddenly felt thirsty in her mouth. Miaoyu opened her brocade quilt and stood up. With a blushing face, she carried the tea cup on the small table and walked to the table. She held the teapot in Su's hand and poured a cup of tea. Qi Hong pursed her lips.

"It's really a little bit sweet." (End of chapter)