Red Mansion Beijingwang

Most of the regular meetings in the court were about the same old talk, unless Emperor Yongkang asked Yu Shuirong, otherwise he would just be a silent guest.

After that, the officials filed out, as if they were in the water.

"Uncle Sixteen, wait a minute."

Just after leaving the palace door, a sound came from behind. Shui Rong followed the sound and saw King Yong in a python robe stepping over, with a spring breeze on his handsome face.

Seeing King Yong walking in front of him, Shui Rong looked at the officials leaving the palace gate from the corner of his eye. They had different expressions, showing an inexplicable aura. He didn't care in his heart and asked softly: "What's the matter with King Yong?"

King Yong looked slightly startled when he heard Shui Rong's slightly distant title, but he didn't care about it. After all, there were other things that were more distant, so he didn't care about this title.

Moreover, although the other party was younger than him, he was still his elder, so he always had a smile on his face and replied: "My nephew has asked the Bingzhan Bureau to manufacture the "automatic musket", and it will be completed soon. I wonder if Uncle Sixteen has any teachings?"

The "automatic musket" had to be approved by Emperor Yongkang. A part of it was first made as a test product. As long as the construction started, it would not take much time given the military capabilities.

After groaning, Shui Rong said: "The 'automatic musket' is a new thing. Please tell the people in the War Bureau not to neglect it. It is shoddily made and will harm the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty."

Cutting corners and cutting materials is the norm, so Shuiluo reminded King Yong to keep an eye on it, lest the people below take advantage of the loopholes and get some defective products for the border officers to use, causing unnecessary casualties.

After all, if the firearm is defective, it will not be as effective as a fire stick.

Moreover, Shuihe must take this as an opportunity to vigorously develop firearms, so he cannot be careless.

King Yong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy. After all, if he had asked Yu Shuirong in the past, his words would have been perfunctory words such as "it's up to you". Now that he is willing to teach, this is a good start.

Moreover, he also understood how much Shui Rong valued firearms, and he was determined to complete this errand.

At this time, Le Wang strode over and said, "Uncle Sixteen, Second Brother, what are you talking about here?"

When King Yong saw the visitor, his expression was indifferent. He pinched the sleeves of his python robe and said in a clear voice: "I have been alienated from the court for a long time. My father asked me to ask my sixteenth uncle for advice. But what do you think is wrong with my third brother?" ?”

When King Le heard this, he frowned slightly and pointed out that it was his father's intention. This was not just showing off.

Although he felt unhappy, King Le still had a harmonious expression on his face and said with a smile: "Uncle Sixteen is a minister of the imperial court. My second brother must ask for advice humbly and don't let down the expectations of my father."

Shui Rong was not interested in the tit-for-tat verbal exchanges between his two eldest nephews, but King Le's words were quite interesting. He was called a "minister of the buttocks" and it sounded a bit flattering. His contribution to the court was minimal. , it’s just that he holds the military power.

Seeing that the two of them seemed to be entangled, Shui Rong didn't want to pay too much attention to it, so he took the initiative and said: "There are still official matters to deal with in the Governor's Mansion, I will go first."

When King Yong saw Shui Rong leaving, he suddenly asked: "By the way, does Uncle Sixteen have any taboos? It will be easy for my nephew to make arrangements for his birthday."

Shui Rong's eyes fell on the respectful King Yong. He raised his brows slightly. His birthday was not a private banquet. Asking him what his taboo was about. Don't talk about the deep uncle-nephew relationship. It was nothing more than a show in front of others. .

Although he understood Emperor Yongkang's intentions, he had to be careful. He didn't want to get involved in the struggle between the princes, so he just wanted to keep an aloof attitude, so he replied: "The guests do as they please, King Yong can make his own arrangements."

With that said, Shui Rong walked away, ignoring King Yong and King Le.

As for worrying about causing the prince's dissatisfaction, there is no need to worry. After all, they are just princes. How can they compare to his uncle, who has military power? Even Emperor Yongkang, who is the emperor, does not treat each other in a friendly manner. , Duo Jia pulls together.

If not, why do you think King Yong would persist in wooing the Prince of Beijing?

When King Yong heard the words, he laughed and responded. When Shui Rong left, King Yong's eyes fell on his good brother, his dark pupils glowed with a strange light, and he said softly: "On my birthday, third brother, please don't be late. ”

After that, he walked away without waiting for King Le's reply.

King Le didn't take it seriously. His narrow phoenix eyes looked towards the direction Shui Rong was leaving. There was a hint of thinking in his eyes. He was speculating on the attitude of the Prince of Beijing. It was difficult to judge whether it was aloof or not.

But no matter what, Beijing Palace should spend more energy and pay attention to it.

On the other side, Shui Rong lingered in the Governor's Mansion for a moment, then returned to the Prince's Mansion. When he entered the courtyard, he saw Qingwen wearing a rose-red dress coming up to him.

Qingwen followed Yuan Chun into the palace together. She was much slender than before, and her delicate jade face, paired with her pair of shining peach blossom eyes, looked even more lively and lovely.

Of course, it's also a bit plump.

Shui Rong entered the inner hall and asked Qingwen to serve and change into light household clothes. He suddenly asked: "Where are Yingluo and Xiangling? Why are you alone?"

Not to mention Xiangling, Yingluo is the most clingy girl. Logically speaking, this girl has been waiting in the courtyard for a long time. It is strange that she is not here now.

When Qingwen heard this, she raised her willow eyebrows lightly, her two peach blossoms slightly pouted, and said in a charming voice: "I can't compare to Sister Yingluo and the others. If I dislike it, I will go and invite Sister Yingluo to come."

What? As soon as I came back, I asked other people, who were also the maids around the prince, what dissatisfaction they had with her maid's clothes?

When Shui Rong heard this, he couldn't help but feel funny. This girl was also a stubborn girl. She had a bad temper, and even he dared to say a few words to her.

However, Qingwen has a good temperament, but she is good-looking, with a water-like waist, slender shoulders, and is charming and smart. As the saying goes, the flaws cannot hide the good points, and the water-soluble tolerance will naturally increase accordingly.

Having said that, he still needs to be trained. He will not indulge Qingwen too much like in the original work, so that Qingwen becomes arrogant, so he said: "A man with a gun and a stick, I want to ask you a question."

Seeing that the prince's tone was serious, Qingwen pursed her pink lips, and while wrapping her hands around the belt around her waist, she softly replied: "The concubine set up a stage in Ning'an Hall, and Sister Yingluo and the others went there to join in the fun. "

Shui Rong heard this and understood that there was no activity in the back house. Since the twelve opera officials entered the palace, Princess Beijing would often let people set up a stage to sing operas to relieve her boredom.

After groaning, Shui Rong continued to ask: "Yuanchun and the others are also at Ning'an Hall?"

Qingwen responded: "The princess is accompanying you at Ning'an Hall. Miss Qin, Miss Second, Miss Third, Miss Lin, Miss Bao and Grandma Zhu are all there."

Shui Rong chuckled lightly when he heard this, and was not surprised. After all, Yuan Chun had always been filial and polite, so he would not fall into the trap set by Princess Beijing. But it was Grandma Zhu who entered the palace with her sisters. In order to see her precious son, she unexpectedly joined in the fun. With her quiet temperament, she was probably incited to go there by her sisters.

No matter what, if the pretty widow with a heart as gray as a gray tree closes her heart, she will only become more depressed, so she still needs to move around more. Qingwen knelt down and helped Shui Rong put on his boots. She looked at the young man with a pair of moving peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be filled with starlight, and said softly: "Your Majesty, are you going to take a look later?"

Upon hearing this, Shui Rong's eyes fell on Qingwen's charming and hopeful face, with a smile on her lips but she didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Qingwen knew that her thoughts had been exposed. Her jade cheeks turned slightly red, her head lowered, and she said sternly: "I am also thinking about you, Your Majesty."

Shui Rong heard the words and was noncommittal. Qingwen had always been lively and loved to join in the fun. She thought well of him, but she also wanted to go to Ning'an Hall to watch the fun. But no matter what the situation, there must be someone waiting in the courtyard to serve the master at any time. However, Yingluo and the others After leaving, Qingwen could only stay in the yard.

The reason why he was being urged to go to Ning'antang now was just to follow Shui Rong there and join in the fun.

After a deep groan, Shui Rong said, "Mother and the others are in a good mood, so I won't bother them. Otherwise, I will ruin their interest and make mother and the others uncomfortable."

Upon hearing this, Qingwen immediately retorted: "Your Majesty is wrong. The concubines, princesses and girls all like your Majesty. If you go, it will be too late to be happy, and you will not feel comfortable."

What Qingwen said is right. The prince is the only one in the Beijing Palace. The concubine and the princess can't hold it in their mouths, so they will feel uncomfortable. Moreover, the prince is kind and easy-going, giving people a feeling of spring breeze. The girls there all like to get together with the prince.

Shui Rong chuckled softly when he heard the words, stretched out his hand to pinch Qingwen's pink cheeks, and said with a smile: "You can go if you want, I won't stop you, I just happened to go to Cong Cui'an to sit down, Master Miaoyu cooked it The tea is very good.”

Since everyone was gathered in Ning'an Hall, Shui Rong didn't want to join in the fun. He hadn't seen Master Miaoyu from the Cuicui Temple for a while, so he happened to go over and have a look. There were people on the left and right who were tea tasting, and there was nothing to hide. Yes, only those who are generous can show magnanimity.

But how should I put it? It is normal to say that Yuanchun likes him. After all, they are a loving couple and they are just Concubine Beijing. It should be more accurate to use the word "pamper", while for the sisters, it should be "respect".

But Qingwen has never read a book after all, and has limitations in terms of words, so she can understand it.

Qingwen's cheeks were pinched, and her pink cheeks became pinker and pinker, and her peach blossom eyes became more and more sparkling. Just listening to the prince talking about going to Cong Cui'an, her heart couldn't help but startled, and she looked Prince Xiang's eyes gradually became strange.

You need to know that there is a beautiful master's wife in the Cuicui Temple. She has little education and does not understand what it means to be a gentleman. She only knows the kind of fox Meizi and Yanni.

Shui Rong didn't care about this. As the saying goes, he who is pure will purify himself. He was indeed going to taste tea. When he saw that he had changed into light clothes, he stood up and said, "Okay, you can go to Ning'an Hall to watch the play. Just say it was my permission."

Qingwen curled her lips when she heard this, with a hint of displeasure on her brows. She liked to join in the fun, but she wanted to follow the prince even more.

But now that the prince had spoken, she couldn't say much. She pursed her pink lips and reminded: "By the way, prince, the fourth girl is also at the Cong Cui'an."

Shui Rong frowned after hearing this, remembering that Qingwen did not mention that Xichun was attending a play in Ning'an Hall, and that she had gone to Cong Cui'an to look for her master.

In the original work, Xichun was tired of the world and ended up becoming a sister-in-law. Now she is also his sister-in-law. He hopes that she can live a normal life, and he plans to give Xichun some enlightenment.

Nodding, Shui Rong didn't say anything more and walked towards the Cuicui Temple.

Cuicui Nunnery, inside the nunnery.

Miaoyu sat cross-legged on a futon, wearing a Miaochang bun on her head, a moon-white plain-sleeved coat on her upper body, a long vest trimmed with paddy field green satin, tied with an autumn-colored silk ribbon, and a light ink-painted sash tied around her waist. Wearing a white silk skirt, no makeup on her face, her expression is peaceful.

Sitting opposite her, Xichun wore an apricot-yellow magnolia embroidered underskirt, and her face, which was slightly baby-fat, showed a bit of coldness.

At this moment, the master was holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand, and on the small table in front of him, a steaming teacup was steaming.

The two of them were relatively speechless, and seemed quiet for a moment.

At this moment, Die'er came in from the outside and said with a smile on her face: "Girl, the prince is here."

When Miaoyu heard this, she paused her fanning hand, raised her pretty face, looked at the door with her beautiful eyes, and felt a faint throbbing in her heart.

Speaking of which, since the last time she had a nightmare, the young man said that he would meet her to have tea and discuss Taoism, but he didn't come for a while. She thought that the young man broke his promise, which made her uneasy and a little bit sad.

Xichun was also a little surprised. She didn't expect her brother-in-law to come here, but then she thought about it. She had heard that her brother-in-law would occasionally drink tea and discuss Taoism with Master Miaoyu, so it was not out of the ordinary now.

After all, Master Miaoyu was very skilled in tea making and knowledgeable about Buddhism.

After a while, Shui Rong walked in, saw little Loli Xichun, and said with a smile, "Fourth sister is here too."

When Xichun saw Shuirong greeting her, she stood up from the futon, lowered her head and said softly: "Hello, brother-in-law."

Shui Rong smiled and nodded, looking at the peaceful Miaoyu. He understood that this was Master Tai's arrogance, so he took the initiative to say hello, "You're disturbing Master Tai."

Upon hearing this, Master Miaoyu understood clearly that she wanted to have tea and discuss Taoism with her. She put down her cattail leaf fan and stood up. She clasped her palms together and said the Buddha's name. She said seriously: "Buddhism opens the door to convenience. It doesn't matter." Excuse me, Your Majesty, please sit down."

Upon seeing this, Shui Rong chuckled and didn't say much. After sitting on a futon, he turned to look at the slightly reserved Xichun and said with a smile: "Fourth sister, Ning'an Hall is setting up a stage to sing, why don't you go and liven it up?" .”

Speaking of it, among the many sisters-in-law, he had the least contact with Xichun, and he was also the least close to her.

Hearing this, Xichun clenched the handkerchief in her hand, with a hint of uneasiness in her brows, and said softly: "I don't like lively things."

Shui Rong saw this clearly. Xichun's grandma had not loved her uncle since she was a child, so she had become a bit withdrawn. It was normal to not like the excitement. Seeing Xichun's reserved expression, she reached out and touched Xichun's little head affectionately, and said in a gentle tone. : "If you don't like it, don't go. How can my brother-in-law blame you?"

Xichun felt this strange intimacy, her heart palpitated for a moment, and her small eyes shone with a strange light.

Although it's quite uncomfortable, it's not annoying at all.

At this time, Miaoyu on the side said coldly: "If you don't go to the theater, why would you come to this lonely place like a poor nun?"

Water soluble: "."

Master Shengtai is also getting angry? (End of chapter)