Red Mansion Beijingwang

Prince Yong's Mansion.

Zhang Pan'er was leaning against the carved window with delicate patterns, her green silk hair was draped down, and the pink color of the woman's skin revealed a faint pink color, which was really beautiful.

The beauty put her bare hands between her white and soft chin, her slender brows were furrowed with sadness, and her bright, watery eyes looked at the swaying onions outside the window in a daze.

At this moment, a pretty maid in a green dress and a double-ring bun came in. Seeing this, she asked softly: "Princess, you look listless, what's wrong?"

The maid grew up with Zhang Pan'er and was her personal one. When Zhang Pan'er married into Prince Yong's palace, she was also a dowry, and her name was Qing'er.

When Zhang Pan'er heard the voice, she knew who was coming, so she didn't look back. Her eyes were still staring at the green orchid, and she said lightly: "It's nothing."

Although we have grown up together since childhood, there are some things that are hard to explain clearly.

Qing'er frowned when she heard the words and turned her eyes slightly. Based on her guess, it was because the prince's birthday was approaching, and she was a little worried, fearing that she would not be able to take care of it. In this big family, birthdays, wedding banquets, etc. There are conventions for everything, so he handed it over with a cup of tea and said with a smile: "The princess is worried about the prince's birthday. You don't have to worry. There are conventions for this matter. The princess will follow the past conventions." That’s it.”

Zhang Pan'er took the tea cup, looked at the most caring sister in front of her with her beautiful eyes, pursed her lips, played with the colorful tea lid with her bare hands, and suddenly said: "Qing'er, you are not young anymore, but what have you done? Intend?"

Generally speaking, a girl who gets married at the age of hair, or even earlier, twenty years of age, is already considered an older girl.

When Qing'er heard this, she looked slightly startled and asked hurriedly: "The princess doesn't want any slaves anymore?"

As a maid of the princess, how can she stand on her own if she is not smart? The princess's current words are not implying that she should leave the palace and make arrangements for her.

Seeing that he was a little impatient, Zhang Pan'er couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled. Her eyes looking at Qing'er became softer and she said sadly: "You and I have been companions since we were young. How could I not want you? It's just that you are not young anymore, Your Majesty." I don’t have your thoughts in mind, so I should make some plans for your future, and our master-servant relationship is not in vain.”

Originally, as her personal maid, she had the purpose of intermingling with each other. If the master didn't like it, he would make other arrangements. However, at the moment, with the prince, let alone being a maid, even her, the mistress, would not get any good.

After all, she was a girl she loved as a sister. Zhang Pan'er couldn't bear Qing'er being trapped in the palace, so she had better make plans to find a future for her while she could make the decision.

Hearing this, Qing'er knelt on the ground with mist in her eyes and said, "I have been following the girl since I was a child. I have no other thoughts except serving you. Don't drive me away, girl."

She didn't know why the princess had this idea, but she really didn't want to leave.

Seeing this, Zhang Pan'er hurriedly pulled the person up. She looked at the crying Qing'er with beautiful eyes, her heart was filled with emotions. In fact, she couldn't bear to part with her. It was just that time did not wait for us. If she really waited for the most humiliating moment, she might not be able to care. .

At this time, the voice of the woman outside the house came: "The prince is here."

Zhang Pan'er's eyes flashed when he heard this, without the joyful expression in the past. She lowered her head and became silent.

Qing'er wiped the corners of his eyes and stood aside, as if nothing happened.

King Yong stepped in and his eyes fell on Zhang Pan'er. Seeing his depressed expression, he understood in his heart. After all, he was indeed the one who failed others.

But this feeling of guilt disappeared in a flash. He waved his hand and waved Qing'er away. Then he came closer and took the beauty's hand, and said softly: "Pan'er, my birthday is coming soon. I want to trouble you to do more work."

Seeing Prince Yong talking about "business", Zhang Pan'er couldn't help but feel relaxed. She pursed her pink lips and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I know what I should do and I will definitely not let Prince Yong's palace fall behind."

As the princess of Prince Yong's Mansion, this is what she should do, not...

King Yong nodded, thinking that this birthday was different, so he warned: "This time Princess Zhongshun and Princess Beijing came to the palace to congratulate them, Pan'er must treat them well, don't neglect them."

Since the two imperial uncles came to congratulate each other, the two princesses were also traveling together. The affairs of the front house were left to him, and Zhang Pan'er was naturally responsible for the affairs of the back house.

When Zhang Pan'er heard Princess Zhongshun, she didn't realize that he was there. When she heard Princess Beijing's name, she couldn't help but lower her eyebrows, and a feeling of depression surged up in her heart.

Seeing this situation, King Yong made some calculations in his heart, and then said in a gentle voice: "Pan'er, Uncle Sixteen and Uncle Zhongshun always avoid the affairs between the princes. This time they come together to congratulate me. Do you know the reason?"

After much deliberation, he still felt that he should speak out clearly, be rational and emotional, and not ruin the business.

Zhang Pan'er raised her eyes and glanced at the young man, shaking her head lightly. She was a woman from the back house, how could she know what happened in the court?

When King Yong heard this, there was a hint of pride in the corners of his mouth, and he whispered: "Because this is what the father meant. If not, do you think that our two uncles would care about my king's birthday, and I'm afraid I won't send someone to give him a birthday gift." Perfunctory."

Ordinary birthdays come when you want, and it doesn't matter if you don't come with gifts.

Zhang Pan'er's face was slightly startled when she heard this. She looked at the sneering young man with her beautiful eyes and asked softly: "How could your father be like this?"

Emperor Yongkang asked two high-ranking princes to support Prince Yong's palace, so he couldn't be more interested in Prince Yong.

King Yong chuckled and explained: "It's not because of the fight between our third brother and our eighth brother. My father wants to balance it, and at the same time, he also warns them not to make too much trouble."

Don't think that he doesn't understand anything. The last time I mentioned something to him, he understood it. Not only did he understand it, but his good brothers also understood it.

It’s just that I understand that it is better to believe that something exists than to believe something does not exist. If something happens, it will be bad, and who can guarantee that any one of them is pretending to be real.

Sometimes, instead of worrying about whether something is true or not, it's about taking precautions before they happen, or in other words, being suspicious.

Zhang Pan'er is a smart person. After King Yong's advice, he gradually became enlightened. Immediately, his heart turned slightly, his beautiful eyes glowed a little, and he clenched his hands involuntarily, biting his pink lips tightly. , her long eyelashes trembled, with a hint of hope in her brows, she said softly: "Your Majesty, if this is the case, can I do it?"

Before he finished speaking, Prince Yong interrupted and said, "Pan'er, don't be ridiculous, Prince Yong's palace needs heirs."

He understood what Zhang Pan'er meant. He just thought that since Emperor Yongkang was behind him, he wouldn't need to do such things. However, the affairs of the prince's heirs were the top priority. If he wanted to take advantage of this, he would have to Have heirs.

It's just that he has more than enough ambition but not enough power, so he can only borrow it from others. If not, how can he let his wife do such things, and who can bear the dyeing of his head.

Although he was forcing it on others, two parties, not three parties, benefited from this matter. He had already warned him sincerely before, but now he is still entangled in this matter, which is really annoying.

Moreover, King Yong believed that it was because of Zhang Pan'er's negative attitude that the progress was not going smoothly. If not, this plan would have been completed long ago, and he would not need to be so weak in the court.

But after all, he was asking for help from others, and King Yong couldn't help but become ruthless. Hearing this, Zhang Pan'er couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on her lips, her eyes were slightly red, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a bit of light.

After all, there is still no escape from this.

Upon seeing this, King Yong's expression softened. He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of the beauty's eyes, and said warmly: "Pan'er, I know this matter makes it difficult for you, but...hey, I hope you can help me this time."

Hearing this, Zhang Pan'er sobbed softly and said helplessly: "It's useless. Uncle Sixteen avoids concubine, so what can I do with my concubine."

After several visits to the Beijing Palace as a guest, Zhang Pan'er already understood that the Beijing Palace maintained a neutral attitude. With Uncle Sixteen's modest manner, how could he interfere with women's affairs? Her husband's thoughts were too simple.

King Yong snorted softly when he heard the words, and said confidently: "I know this matter well."

As he spoke, King Yong began to speak softly, describing his plans.

Hearing this, Zhang Paner's almond-shaped eyes gradually widened, and her beautiful and charming face revealed a look of disbelief.

How could the dignified Prince Yong's Mansion use such shameful means?

Beijing Prince's Mansion, Cuicui Temple.

At this moment, Miaoyu was sitting cross-legged on the futon. When she saw the young man walking towards her, her heart was confused and her eyes were slightly lowered. She was holding a cattail leaf fan in her hands and shaking it, as if she was concentrating on making tea.

What was he going to do? Should she scold him sternly at this time? However, the boy had not done anything beyond the rules at the moment. If she overreacted, it would make her feel guilty.

In an instant, the young man walked up behind him, and an invisible pressure came over him. He held his breath for a moment, and his jade cheeks gradually turned red. As his thoughts were swirling, a confused voice came from the crystal earlobes. , said with temptation: "Master Tai has intention, so why should he avoid going against his will?"

The breeze blew past her ears, causing Miaoyu's delicate body to tremble slightly, almost soft. Her cold jade cheeks were as red as blood. She tilted her head to avoid the warm breath and said angrily: "Your Majesty. , Why did the poor nun ever "go against his will", so don't talk nonsense."

She is a monk, so how could she "avoid her tracks and go against her will"? This is slander.

Shui Rong laughed when he saw this. Despite Miao Yu's angry look, she was actually still reserved. Otherwise, with her temperament and being so frivolous towards her, how could she just settle the matter with words, or walk away in a hurry?

He didn't know what was going on, but Shui Rong understood that if he gave up halfway, Master Tai would only become more humiliated and angry.

Just ignore the nun after teasing him. He is just a fan of the nun for fun.

Shui Rong stretched out his hand and pinched a strand of black hair next to Shitai's ear. Seeing his delicate body pause, but not resisting, he couldn't help but smile: "Remember that I once said that I admire Shitai, and this is true."

Although Miaoyu is a monk, she practices cultivation with her hair, her temperament is as beautiful as an orchid, her talent is as fragrant as an immortal, her cold appearance is not inferior to others, and with her nun dress and her proud aura, she looks spotless.

Such a person naturally attracts admiration, or it can be said that he subdues temptation and conquers the desire.

When Miaoyu heard this, her cheeks turned pinker and pinker, her heart leaped for joy, and there was a hint of anger between her brows and eyes.

The young man admired her, and she also felt the same towards the young man. They were in love with each other, and they were naturally content with each other, but...

Miaoyu bit her pink lips gently, and her voice gradually became a little deeper, saying: "The poor nun is a monk, and the prince and the prince are just acquaintances of gentlemen. If the prince does anything frivolous again, please leave on his own."

She is a monk and is destined to have no future with the boy. For now, she only hopes to have tea and discuss Taoism with him and become gentlemen's friends.

When Shui Rong heard this, he didn't take it seriously. There are gentlemen's friendships between people of the same sex, but there are gentlemen between people of the opposite sex. Who would believe it?

Thinking of this, Shui Rong said with a smile on his face, "If Master Tai is not a monk, I still won't like her."

When Miaoyu heard this, her almond-shaped eyes widened. Why would she not like her if she was not a monk? Could it be that the young man only liked monks and nothing else?

Thinking of this, Miao Yu's heart aroused a fire, and her arrogant nature was undoubtedly revealed. Her cold jade face was as cold as frost, and her beautiful eyes showed a cold light. She said sarcastically: "I don't want to be quiet in the hall." The prince is actually a frivolous monk, which really opened the eyes of the poor nun."

As he spoke, Miaoyu's beautiful eyes suddenly shone with light for some reason, and a gloomy look filled her face.

I thought he was an intimate person, and I never wanted to be the same as those powerful people. I just used people as stubborn objects.

Shui Rong couldn't help but smile knowingly when he saw that the beauty only scolded her harshly and made no other moves. Compromising step by step would only result in further temptations. It seemed that Master Miaoyu didn't understand the truth.

His eyes fell on the beauty's rosy earlobes, and he stepped forward to take a sip. He felt soft, delicate, and exuded a refreshing sweet fragrance.

"you"

Miaoyu's delicate body trembled, how dare he be so frivolous to her.

At this moment, the beauty felt that she was offended, and Miaoyu couldn't help but immediately wanted to teach this deceiver a lesson. However, before she could fight back, a pair of big hands touched her waist, and her body became weak immediately, and she could not say no for a moment. Speak up.

Shui Rong put his arms around the beauty's waist and whispered softly: "I am only frivolous towards monks named Miaoyu, and I can't stand anyone else."

When Miaoyu heard this, she felt angry and happy at the same time. This man was actually playing tricks on her.

Pursing her pink lips, Miaoyu's heart was beating fiercely. Her tone was no longer as cold as before. She seemed to have Wu Nong's unique soft language in Jiangnan and said in a trembling voice: "You're a slut, hurry up!" let me go."

When Shui Rong heard this, his heart was full of strangeness, and he refused with words, but there was no resistance in his body. He wanted to refuse but also welcomed him, which was really vivid. Or could it be said that the master liked this tune?

How can I put it, I actually like water-soluble ones too.

After a deep groan, the water-soluble fingertips lingered around the beauty's waist, and said softly: "Master Miaoyu is too proficient in Buddhism. He should know that if you don't join the world, you are not a person in the world. There is no need to be born in the world. Only by joining the world and experiencing all kinds of life can you still be free from the world. Only when you get away from the mortal world can you be said to be out of the world. However, it would be an exaggeration to claim that Master is an outsider before she has even entered the world. Since Master is devoted to the Buddha and I am not talented, I would like to recommend myself as a pillow and lead Master into this prosperous world. In the mortal world, Master Du attained enlightenment and became an immortal. I wonder what Master Master’s intention is?”

Well, since Master Miaoyu is too concerned about the worldly view, then give her a cheap "excuse" to practice in the world, and that's it.

Miaoyu's face turned bright red when she heard this, and she couldn't help but become angry with embarrassment. She looked straight at the young man with a pair of cold eyes, and her eyebrows were unconsciously dyed with a different beauty than before.

He regards a frivolous act as a test of joining the world and recommends himself as a pillow. Thanks to his words, he is really shameless. (End of chapter)