Red Mansion Beijingwang

In the spacious flower hall, the sound of the flute lingers in the ears. Sometimes it is as continuous as gurgling water, and sometimes it is like crying and complaining like the evening wind blowing willows. The changes are unfamiliar and unfamiliar, making people unable to let go for a long time.

Shui Rong stared at the beauty, with a few pearl flowers stuck in her bun swaying in the wind, her brows frowning and relaxing.

In the end, I am still young and unfamiliar, so I don't know what I want. Fortunately, after careful mention, it can be regarded as a small achievement, and it will not be unpleasant to listen to, so just listen to it.

Shui Rong thought for a while and asked, "Pan Pan'er, are you still being forced by King Yong? Do you need uncle's help?"

Even though the beauty had lowered her status, she had to feel relieved no matter what. Moreover, Shui Rong did have some unspeakable affection for Zhang Pan'er, and her mind was in a trance from time to time.

Zhang Pan'er's charming face was as red as the clouds, and her eyes were as bright as autumn water. When she heard the young man's words, a touch of warmth surged deep in her heart. It was not in vain that she was willing to humble herself, she was much warmer than that man. .

Again, if there are cool people to compare with, the bottom line will be much looser.

It's just how to put it. It's true that he is an uncle in terms of seniority, but the young man's age and what he is doing now make people feel strange.

With a gentle sound, the beauty looked up at the young man with her bright apricot eyes, gently lifted a strand of hair from his ear, and said softly: "That man knows that Uncle Shiliu's love for Pan'er doesn't exist. Too forced, other than that.”

As she spoke, the beauty's cheeks turned red with embarrassment, she lowered her head and mumbled, "I don't need uncle's help for the time being."

Shui Rong frowned slightly, his eyes fell on the charming beauty, and he knew in his heart that the person next to him was the descendant of Yan Yan. At present, because of Shui Rong's close attitude, King Yong no longer pressed too hard, but if he didn't have anything in his belly, I'm afraid that the impatient King Yong will still act in a cruel way.

Feeling that the time had come, Shui Rong helped the beauty up, stretched out his hands to pile up the skirt around her waist, and said in a gentle tone: "I know your difficulties, please pay more attention to the monthly letters."

Hearing this, Zhang Pan'er's charming jade cheeks turned red with embarrassment. She looked at the young man with her bright almond-shaped eyes, and there was a hint of affection between her brows. Look, she didn't need to say anything. The young man was thinking about why. She solves problems, which shows that she is thinking of her.

With a grunt, the beauty put her hands around the young man's neck and said softly, "Uncle, my aunt is not pregnant yet, will it affect her badly?"

She knew that the Prince of Beijing did not have an heir yet. If she became pregnant, then she would not have the eldest son in her belly. Would her uncle mind this?

Mentioning this matter, Zhang Pan'er felt a little confused. It had been nearly a year since her uncle got married, so why was there still no heir? She knew her uncle's body well, Luo Luo was like a stone, so it shouldn't be a problem. Could it be that the body of Princess Beijing was What's the root cause?

Shui Rong paused when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. There was something strange in the way he looked at the beauty. What his nephew-in-law said was a bit heartbreaking.

After working in the fields for nearly a year, it is sad to see no harvest.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Pan'er came back to her senses and realized that her previous words were inappropriate and she was suspicious of questioning her uncle. Her ears turned red and she leaned forward to apologize. Unexpectedly, the young man actually dodged away, causing the beauty to turn pale.

Uncle is angry.

Seeing this, Shui Rong coughed lightly, stretched out his hand to pinch the beauty's soft face, and said warmly: "We have to go to Qingxu Temple later. It would be bad if it gets stained with lipstick and others can see it."

Hearing this, Zhang Pan'er looked at the young man with her bright autumn eyes, her brows filled with suspicion. Why is it not good for people to see her if she has lipstick on her lips? How could she not be afraid of people seeing her when she was almost out of breath? Coming out is obviously an excuse.

Moreover, she clearly saw the look of disgust and couldn't fake it.

Shui Rong didn't explain much. He held the beauty's round and curvy body, as if he were driving on a bumpy road in the country. He changed the subject and said, "The most important thing right now is to get you pregnant. Don't worry about the rest."

The reason for advocating that Yuanchun be pregnant with the eldest son is to avoid the turmoil in the back house. Even if Zhang Paner is pregnant, although he is the eldest son of the Beijing Palace, he is still from the Yong Palace, so there will be no contradiction.

Zhang Pan'er's heart trembled, and she couldn't help but let out a grunt. At this moment, she couldn't care about what was going on around her. She just felt the pressure on her throat. She put her bare hands on the young man's shoulders, raised her bright red face, and a pair of shiny apricots. His eyes were closed, and his mind was swaying in the wind, not knowing where he was going.

Shui Rong stared at the beauty and saw that she was no longer probing, and felt a little relieved. He couldn't let her know that he disliked her, fearing that her nephew and wife would not be willing to serve her next time.

But then again, Shui Rong has never been stingy with Yuanchun, and he also asked the imperial doctor to check his body. Both of them had nothing to hide, but they couldn't get pregnant, which was really a ghost.

Thinking about it carefully, the belly has not grown in almost a year. It seems that there is something wrong. It's just that the medical conditions in ancient times were a little lacking and it can't be found out. What matters is whether the problem is Yuanchun's body or his. body.

Among those who are close to Shui Rong, the most talented ones are Yuan Chun, Fu Qiufang, Zhen Hua, and Zhang Pan'er, who is dancing at the moment. Not to mention Yuan Chun, they are basically full of moisture. Fu Qiufang and Zhen Hua only watered them once, while Zhang Pan'er I only had it recently, so I can’t tell whether it’s a water-soluble problem.

Let's first see if there will be any movement from Zhang Pan'er in the next few days. If there is no movement yet, I think I may have a problem.

At the right time, all the guards and servants in the palace were dispatched and lined up on the street outside the Prince's Palace in Beijing.

Shui Rong, Concubine Beijing and Qin Keqing rode in the Royal Palace's gilt-bronze treasure carriage decorated with hairpins and tassels. Jia's mother, Mrs. Wang, Yuan Chun and Sister Feng rode in the Duke's Palace decorated with pearls and eight treasures carriage to visit Chun, Daiyu and Xiangyun. , Yingchun, and Xichun rode together in the Zhulun Baochun, Baoyu, Jialan, Jia Huan, and Li Wan rode together in the Zhulun Baochun, the three sisters Zhen Hua and Youshi rode together in the Ningguo Duke's hairpin tassel chariot, Baochai and Aunt Xue Share a carriage.

As for Princess Yong's Princess Zhang Pan'er, she is riding in Prince Yong's royal carriage. Given her current situation, it would be more convenient for her to come alone. The rest of the maids are either waiting on her or following her in a carriage, so I won't go into details one by one.

There were hundreds of servants on this trip, plus more than a hundred armored guards led by Feng Ziying and more than 500 soldiers specially mobilized. The mighty group was so powerful that it attracted everyone to watch.

In the spacious and elegant treasure car, Shui Rong picked up an orange from the table and peeled it. He tasted the orange segment and handed it to Princess Beijing. He said obediently: "The orange is very sweet. Mother, try it."

The relationship between mother and child is to be close when it is time to be close, and he will not be alienated just because of his age. This is not to let the sensitive "stepmother" have random thoughts.

Princess Beijing saw the young man's attentive look, her crescent-moon-like willow eyebrows raised, she stretched out her shining bare hands to take it, and filled her mouth with the orange petals. The sweet taste filled the air and nourished her heart.

After all, he is still her good eldest son, that is, he is filial.

Pursing her pink lips, Princess Beijing looked at the young man with her beautiful eyes, her eyes were as bright as stars, and there was a hint of anger in her voice, and she said, "Huh, are you so attentive to me for nothing, just for the sake of your wife's success?"

Water soluble: "."

He understood what Concubine Beijing meant. Logically speaking, Yuan Chun was from the Prince's Palace in Beijing and should ride in the same car with them. However, Shui Rong asked Yuan Chun and Jia Mu to ride in the same car, which was a bit rude. .

Not to mention whether Shui Rong meant this, in the face of a good "mother", he definitely couldn't favor his wife, so Shui Rong turned sideways, with a refreshing sweet fragrance lingering in his nose, and put his hand on Princess Beijing. On her jade shoulders, she felt soft and greasy. She gently rubbed it and said obediently: "As my mother said, my child is full of filial piety. How can he be attentive?"

It was an act of filial piety, but there was no other thought.

Concubine Beijing smiled when she heard this. She was obviously satisfied with Shui Rong's words, enjoying the "filial piety" of her great son, and was very happy.

Keqing's beautiful eyes on one side looked at the scene of "a loving mother and a filial son", and she couldn't help but laugh in her heart. The majestic Prince of Beijing County actually started to serve people. It's no wonder that the prince took care of Princess Beijing. That's right, who would be a mother to criticize such a filial son?

Well, when it comes to serving her, he knows how to handle her well.

Princess Beijing's beautiful eyes were slightly closed, enjoying peacefully. It was just the movement of the young man's fingertips, and the young man's breath lingered in Qiong's nose, which made people feel frightened. Her charming face was slightly warmed, and the roots of her ears were stained with a hint of crimson. Her graceful and delicate body gradually became softer, and an inexplicable throbbing surged deep in her heart.

Feeling that she couldn't go on any longer, Princess Beijing stretched out her hand and waved away the young man's massaging hand, and whispered softly: "I don't know what to do, go away, don't touch me."

Shui Rong was speechless when he heard this. This Beijing concubine would be disgusted by you, but angry by you. Her temperament is much more unpredictable than that of a little girl, and she is very difficult to coax. Seeing the helpless look on the young man's face, Princess Beijing suddenly felt regretful. She was very happy about Shui Rong's intimacy. However, after all, the mother-in-law's mother-in-law must not ruin the friendship between mother and son.

Pursing her pink lips, Princess Beijing glanced at Keqing who was standing beside her, then changed the subject and said, "Speaking of which, Keqing has been in the palace for nearly a year. You should also give her a title."

When Keqing heard this, she raised her snowy face, raised her charming and passionate eyes to look at Concubine Beijing, and said softly and gently: "Concubine, it doesn't matter, it won't be too late to wait until the princess is happy."

She knew Shui Rong's thoughts. It was because of her that she decided to wait until Yuanchun was happy before giving her a title. She has been waiting for nearly a year now, and she doesn't care about this moment. Don't trouble the princess at this time. It's bad. This sisterhood.

Shui Rong glanced at Ke Qing and felt very happy in his heart. The beauty was thoughtful and would not just look at her eyes. Such a thoughtful and lovely person, if not for the presence of Princess Beijing, she would definitely be rewarded.

Princess Beijing frowned, looking a little dissatisfied on her face. She glanced at Shui Rong and said in a clear voice: "Brother Rong, Yuanchun has been in the house for nearly a year, but there is still no movement in her stomach. I'll let you go. It’s okay to make trouble, but the heirs are of great importance, so we can’t make any nonsense.”

This time is not to discuss Yuanchun, but as he said, to extend the heir. This is the top priority of the palace. No matter whether it is born from the princess or not, there must be an heir from the Beijing Palace, not to mention that Yuanchun is not in the carriage. Even in the carriage, she had to say this.

Shui Rong was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and said softly: "The lack of movement in Yuanchun's stomach is not necessarily her problem, maybe it is."

"Bah, Hu Qin, what are you talking about? Watch your skin carefully."

Before she finished speaking, Concubine Beijing reached out her hand to poke Shui Rong's head in annoyance. She didn't show any mercy, acting like a stepmother, and made Shui Rong hiss.

Concubine Beijing immediately felt distressed when she saw this. She felt her heart was aching. She stretched out her hand to rub it and spat out angrily: "It's all nonsense like you, a monkey. You can't say anything. Anyway, you My body feels refreshed."

Are you kidding, everyone else can have problems, but water dissolution cannot have problems. If not, where will the Beijing Palace go? Will it be adopted from the royal family again?

How can they be of the same mind if they are not her biological children, except, of course, her sweetheart.

The fragrant wind blew across my face, and I felt relaxed and happy. I raised my eyes and saw a touch of red on the charming face of Princess Beijing. I couldn't help but let a strange color flash in Shui Rong's eyes. I suppressed the throbbing in my heart and Shui Rong made a clear voice. He said: "Mother, if Yuanchun's stomach still hasn't moved at the end of the year, I will have a detailed talk with Yuanchun then."

According to the etiquette, there is nothing to do within a year to take a concubine. If it is postponed until the end of the year, the time is almost up. This has already given Yuanchun enough dignity. Not to mention that she will be dissolved by then, Yuanchun will take the initiative to arrange it.

But if there is no movement in Zhang Paner's stomach at the end of the year, the problem will be big.

When Princess Beijing saw Shui Rong's words, she sighed softly, leaned her graceful body against Yunlong's cushion, and said with a hint of helplessness in her voice, "Well, it's not like I met you, a life-threatening monkey, in my previous life. A sin committed."

But when Qing heard this, he raised his beautiful eyes and looked at Concubine Beijing, disapproving in his heart. Looking at Concubine Beijing, he felt quite happy. Thinking about it, if he had not committed any sin in his previous life, he would probably die of nausea.

It's just that the bond between mother and son is too deep and seems to go beyond.

On the Gai Zhuying Babao Car in the Duke's Mansion, the issue of heirs was also being mentioned at this moment. Yuan Chunsu was seen covering his lower abdomen with his hands, his eyebrows were lowered, and Fengze's face was full of bitterness.

How come this belly is so disappointing?

Sister Feng had always been a well-rounded person, and she understood that the topic at hand was a serious one and was definitely not a casual joke, so she sat quietly on one side and listened in silence.

Mrs. Wang sighed in her heart. She understood from Yuan Chun that it was not because of the prince's neglect, but because of this, she felt even more worried.

After groaning, Mrs. Wang asked: "Is there any blame on the concubine?"

There has been no movement in the past year. Even if she criticizes others, she will feel dissatisfied. Reprimanding and other things are just trivial matters.

Hearing this, Yuanchun felt even more bitter in his heart. He shook his head and said softly: "The prince is very protective, so my mother did not blame him."

As for this, Jia Mu and others also understood that because they were protected by the prince, they did not openly blame them, but there was no need to say more about the dissatisfaction in their hearts.

After a moment of silence, Jia Mu suddenly said: "Yuan Chun, you have always been gentle and generous. You should know better than to be arrogant based on favors. In my opinion, why not first make plans for the prince to welcome Miss Qin? According to the prince's temperament, you should not be arrogant." He won’t do anything to spoil his concubine and destroy his wife.”

Earlier, before Yuanchun married into the palace, they had heard about the favored Miss Qin, so they did not hesitate to arrange a dowry for Tanchun. However, after marrying into the palace, Yuanchun firmly sat in the position of the concubine, and Shui Rong was a clear figure. The "keqing" who is the imaginary enemy will naturally no longer exist.

When Yuanchun heard this, he understood it clearly and didn't mind it in his heart. The back house was a world without rules. Judging from the attitude of his husband in safeguarding the authority of his mistress, he obviously understood this.

As the saying goes, you treat me with sincerity and I cherish each other with my heart. She had mentioned the matter of welcoming Ke Qing first before, but Shui Rong did not agree.

At the moment, it seems that it is necessary to discuss with the husband again, and at least have an explanation with the mother. After all, as far as the mother is concerned, she has done nothing wrong.

Sister Feng's eyes on one side turned slightly, but she was not worried about this matter. After all, this was a matter for the Prince of Beijing and had little to do with her. She had other important matters at the moment and would find an opportunity to discuss it with the prince later. yes.

In the gilt-bronze tasseled carriage of Prince Yong's Mansion, Zhang Pan'er still has jet-black hair tied up in a flowing cloud bun with a few pearl flowers inserted between the bun and a white pearl hanging in front of her forehead. The difference is that at this moment, The beauty is wearing a white smoke plum blossom skirt, lined with light pink brocade to wrap the chest, the cuffs are embroidered with exquisite golden butterflies, and the skirt is layered with a layer of silk yarn as thin as a mist, exuding luxury.

The maid Qing'er looked gloomy. When she was serving Zhang Pan'er changing clothes on the carriage, she noticed something shocking that was stained on her underwear. Seeing the hesitation on her pretty face, she hesitated to speak.

What's wrong with the princess? Why is she not worried at all? If it happened, it would be a disaster.

Zhang Pan'er was leaning on the cushion, her slender figure showing in front of her. She saw Qing'er's expression with her clear eyes, and she understood in her heart, but she didn't intend to explain. She looked through the swaying curtains and admired the scenery along the way. , I just feel relaxed and happy.

No matter what the etiquette and law restricts, it doesn't matter what he does, just feel free to do it in your heart.

But the beauty had probably guessed the reason for her uncle's look of disgust before, and she must have avoided him because he disliked her.

Thinking of this, the beauty felt extremely ashamed and annoyed, but she did not dislike him, but her uncle would definitely not serve him again in the future.

The carriages were covered with red flowers, and the carriages were filled with orioles and swallows. A group of golden hairpins looked through the curtains of the carriages and commented on the scenery along the way. It was very lively.

In the carriage that followed, Baoyu poked his head out and stared at the carriage in front of the Jinchai people. From time to time, laughter like silver bells came from his ears, making Baoyu Yinyue's face full of joy. The color of Yang Yang.

Originally, he wanted to be with his sisters, but there were differences between men and women. At this moment, he actually hated himself for being a man.

In the carriage, the pretty widow Li Wan hugged the upright Jia Lan, her eyebrows and eyes were full of love. Jia Huan on one side had been baptized by the palace, and her attitude was more upright. There was no so-called hanging eyes and squinting eyebrows. She glanced at Baoyu, Didn't pay attention.

In the carriage of Duke Ningguo's residence, Zhen Hua had a very pleasant conversation with his two aunts. They talked about things in the Prince's Palace of Beijing, mostly related to Shui Rong.

In the carriage between the mother and daughter Baochai and Aunt Xue, there is probably some talk about the love between mother and son.

All in all, the entire carriage seemed lively. (End of chapter)