Red Mansion Beijingwang

The golden light passed through the carved windows and spread quietly on the two figures that were perfectly matched together. The warm and translucent feeling soothed the restless hearts.

At this moment, the beauty's mind is tightly closed, her long eyelashes are trembling, her beautiful and bright face is facing the shining golden thread, beads of sweat are rolling down from her temples, her hair is soaked, and her hair is wet with sweat. There was a dazzling light on her face that was flushed with rose red.

Shui Rong carried Zhang Pan'er to the desk, and gently put down the beauty. He was panting, and there was thick sweat on his forehead, and he was obviously a little tired.

When Zhang Pan'er saw her being placed on the desk, she opened her closed beautiful eyes and looked at the young man's handsome face, which was flushed. Her beautiful face was ashamed and she spat softly in her heart: "Who made this person have to carry her?" She went back and forth for more than a dozen times, even though she was light and thin, she couldn't bear it. Fortunately, she didn't hurt her body, otherwise what would she do in the future?"

Then again, the previous state of mind being shaken and the world hanging upside down was really indescribable and inexplicable, making people unable to control themselves.

Thinking of this, the beauty was so embarrassed that she couldn't help herself. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Under the willow leaves' slender eyebrows, there was a bit of obsession in her eyes. In fact, her uncle's strength was quite strong.

Shui Rong made a gentle sound, stretched out his hand to pat the beauty's snowy back, and said with a bad smile, "Pan'er, you don't want me to ignore King Yong."

"Ok?"

Zhang Pan'er snorted, and suddenly there was an emptiness in her heart. She looked at the young man who looked like a "villain". Her beautiful face was as red as a blush, and her beautiful eyes gave the young man an angry look, and turned around. Her pure white hands rested on the pear wood desk, feeling a sense of shame in her heart.

It’s really about going further and further, immersing yourself in the character.

Shui Rong held the beauty's tender waist, with a hint of teasing in his brows, and said jokingly: "That's right, if I hope you be good, my uncle will help your husband."

I have to say that according to the script, Zhang Paner's consciousness was extremely high, and she was really a born actor.

Zhang Pan'er heard this, her bright jade cheeks were as red as clouds, and she secretly spat in her heart. This person is really addicted to acting, and he is getting more and more aggressive. You can't refute, you have to pretend to be Xiao Bailian who is being forced by others.

But what can I say, teasing that person right under his nose, the pleasure of revenge arises spontaneously.

Bai Te bit her pink lips tightly, Zhang Pan'er's graceful and delicate body was like a swarming silkworm, and said softly: "Pan'er knows, but uncle must not forget the promise."

Outside the window, the eyes of King Yong, who had been paying attention to the progress, could see the mist. He was moved beyond words. Look, Pan'er has always loved him deeply. In order to be his good wife, First, he was manipulated by Uncle Sixteen like a puppet on a string, and now he is pleasing others without any shame, which is really touching.

If you treat me with sincerity, I will not let you down. When the king of Japan comes to the great treasure, Pan'er will be the mother of the country respected by thousands of people.

Putting aside King Yong's self-movement, Zhang Pan'er's two willow-leaf slender eyebrows slightly stretched, and between her slightly narrowed beautiful eyes, a trace of charming beauty overflowed. She pursed her pink lips and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Why are you here today?"

Although the beauty was acting for the peeping person outside, at the moment, the beauty's mind was on the young man behind her, immersed in the pleasure of revenge. She was curious about the young man's unexpected visit today.

Shui Rong couldn't help but feel funny when he heard this, and said softly: "I will lead the troops to suppress the bandits in the near future. It will take at least a few months to go there. King Yong just invited me, so I stopped by to see Pan'er."

The beaded hairpin on Zhang Paner's cloudy bun was swaying unsteadily. Her beautiful face was slightly startled, and she understood in her heart that what she said along the way was for others to hear, but what she said about leading troops to suppress bandits was for others to hear. She can hear it.

I never thought that my uncle would lead troops to suppress the bandits. Changes would inevitably occur in the next few months. I must be worried about her when I stopped by this time.

Thinking of this, Zhang Pan'er turned her head, her rosy jade cheeks were bright and moving, she stared at the young man, her eyes were watery, and she said in a soft voice: "Uncle left Beijing, have you ever thought about taking care of my prince?" .”

When Shui Rong heard this, he understood clearly. He knew the dirty thoughts of King Yong. Zhang Paner seemed to be saying good things for King Yong, but in fact, she was worried that if there was no movement in his belly after he left the capital, he would The consequences are unpredictable.

He raised his hand and clapped his hands, snorting coldly: "It only takes a few months, but you can't wait, but you are wholeheartedly devoted to your husband."

"hiss"

Zhang Pan'er raised her head, and a strange look appeared on her blushing jade face. The shame in Fang's heart became even worse. She knew it was just a show, but this move was too unmeasured. No need to think too much, for fear that It's a day or two that can't be forgotten.

If it were in the past, I would have complained a lot, but in this situation, the character cannot collapse. Biting her pink lips tightly, Zhang Pan'er said with a hint of crying in her voice: "Your Majesty is my husband, if not Uncle, you are so greedy, why do you do this?"

Upon seeing this, Shui Rong stared at the beautiful figure of the beauty, with a slightly unnatural look on his face. If he hadn't known that the beauty was acting, he might have really believed that Pan'er was devoted to King Yong.

I have to say that women are born actors, and Zhang Pan'er is one of the best. She vividly expresses "being in Cao's camp and feeling in Han". The blackened Bai Lian is really not to be underestimated.

I just saw a strange rose blush on the beauty's snowy back and jade skin, her mind was closed, and the unnatural look on her water-soluble face was even worse, as if she had discovered something terrible.

Thinking of this, Shui Rong stopped talking and started working hard. During this period, he raised his hand and slapped it again for the sake of symmetry. Maybe he felt that the depth was different, and he had to touch it up a few times before he was satisfied.

I do not know how long it has been.

Zhang Pan'er snuggled into the boy's arms, the hot touch lingering in her heart. She could not express the shame and anger in her heart. She turned her head away, not wanting to talk to Shui Rong.

Really, it was just a spanking, but it got more and more energetic. She knew that this person was taking the opportunity to fuck her. Qingfeng Jiyue was really a liar.

But I don't know why, but I can't get tired of the young man in my heart. Instead, there is a silent throbbing, which makes people don't know why. There is a mixture of love and hate, and irritation turns to anger.

Shui Rong caressed the beauty's waterfall-like green hair, soothing the beauty's emotions like stroking a cat. He leaned close to the beauty's crystal ear and whispered: "Given this sin, King Yong will not push it too hard. When this king comes back, everything will be fine."

Well, it was all just an act, definitely not intentional.

Zhang Pan'er was stunned when she heard this. She was afraid that she would show off to that person and make him feel guilty, so he would not force her too much. After all, it was only a few months' work and could not distract from the main business.

What's more, during this period, it's hard to say that my belly has grown.

Even so, she was also aware of the young man's hidden desires. After all, she knew all about the young man's strange movements, so she thought he was very excited.

Thinking of this, the beauty couldn't get rid of her embarrassment. She snorted, raised her head, and whispered in the young man's ear: "You can't keep hitting him, it hurts."

The drops are as delicate as gold beads falling on a jade plate, crisp and moving.

Shui Rong coughed lightly, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, stretched out his hand to caress it, and whispered: "It's easy, I won't do it next time."

Zhang Pan'er felt something strange under her body, and felt a sense of shame in her heart. But she heard the young man's words, but she didn't feel angry at the same time. What does it mean to be smooth? There is still a next time. How come, she is really addicted to it.

Thinking of this, Zhang Pan'er couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement deep in her heart. Her beautiful eyes were glowing with starlight, and there was a hint of expectation between her thin brows. In a daze, her heart felt ashamed and annoyed. She opened her red lips lightly and bit down on the boy's chest.

It was all done by this person.

Shui Rong frowned, but didn't say anything for a moment. The beauties on the left and right spoke in a measured manner, so they treated it as tit-for-tat, even.

Although the quantity is not equal, the quality is very different. Zhang Pan'er only received a few blows on the plump part, but the water-soluble part is the thin skin and tender meat. It is completely different.

After the beauty vented her anger, Shui Rong said seriously: "It's getting late, I should go back. If King Yong comes back, it will be bad."

When Zhang Pan'er heard this, her heart trembled. Wasn't that man just peeping at them? What were they afraid of? This man was really a man. If he didn't become an actor, his talent would be in vain.

Although the beauty felt reluctant to give up, it was this "cautiousness" that was in line with common sense. If she continued to be obsessed with her, she might become suspicious in her heart.

Shui Rong didn't say much. With a "pop" sound, he gently placed the beauty on the chair and straightened his clothes.

Zhang Pan'er's bare hands were covering her slightly swollen belly. There was a slight blush on her beautiful face, and her eyebrows were filled with contentment. She stared at the young man with a bit of reluctance in her eyes.

Only with my uncle can I feel the warmth.

"My nephew and daughter-in-law, I'm leaving first. You can clean up yourself and don't let anyone look strange." Zhang Pan'er said: "."

Looking at the back of Shui Rong leaving gracefully, Zhang Panerfang felt something strange in her heart. The young man's behavior was really that of a ruthless and unlucky man.

With a sigh, Zhang Pan'er had nothing to say. It was all a show, and whoever took it seriously would lose. He stood up and tidied up. When leaving the study, he glanced at the carved window with his peripheral vision and saw that no one was there. He thought it was over. Then left.

Humph, she's quite shameless. It would be extremely shameless to come into the room and question her afterward.

After Shuirong left King Yong's study, he got on the carriage and went all the way back to Prince Beijing's Mansion. He walked to the east courtyard, and after a few hesitations, he headed towards the Cuicui Temple.

Entering the nunnery, I saw Miaoyu dressed as usual, sitting on the bamboo and rattan chair under the eaves of the corridor. On the small table next to her hand, the tea cup was steaming and the smoke was curling up, as if it was covered with a veil, like a quiet scene. Pleasant picture.

When Miaoyu saw the visitor, her beautiful jade face was slightly startled, and then she looked a little happy. She suddenly became cold again, her eyes were clear, and she said in a cold voice: "Buddhism is a quiet place. If you don't welcome it, you won't leave it." People, where did the donor come from, will they go back to."

Shui Rong stared at the beauty. She had no makeup on her pretty face, her expression was indifferent, and her whole body exuded the aura of not letting strangers in. If she hadn't seen the beauty's fleeting joy, he might have really believed her.

But I have to say that Miaoyu's cold appearance is more endearing, especially the contrast between before and after, which is even more shocking.

Stepping forward, Shui Rong looked down at the beauty condescendingly and said, "I don't want to give up anything. I wonder if the master can clear up the confusion."

When Miaoyu heard this, her white cheeks warmed slightly, and Fangxin felt ashamed and annoyed. This strong man knew clearly, but pretended not to know, and was clearly teasing her.

Pursing her pink lips, Miaoyu looked cold and said sarcastically: "The prince knows what he is thinking."

As the old saying goes: "You can gain only by giving up." The same is true for learning Buddhism. On the road of learning and cultivation, we need to give up a lot, such as giving up killing, giving up eating meat, and giving up all kinds of bad habits and diseases of our body.

As for the young man in front of him, not giving up anything is not just about not giving up lust. It was because he tasted tea in the nunnery and discussed the Tao without knowing it. He only tasted the marrow to know the taste.

Shui Rong naturally understood the meaning behind Miao Yu's words. Seeing the beauty's consistent duplicity, Shui Rong didn't care about it. He stared at the beauty with a commanding attitude in his voice and ordered: "Master, I'm thirsty." , go get the green jade bucket."

When tasting tea in the nunnery, only the green jade bucket is lined with water-soluble hearts, which is probably for special use.

Miaoyu: "."

How can you treat a poor nun like a maid and a maid, and do whatever you want?

Miaoyu raised her eyes and stared at the young man. The coldness on her face was even worse. Just when their eyes met, the pressure from the young man's momentum made Miaoyu's heart skip a beat. Unbearable memories emerged in her mind, and a feeling of difficulty surged deep in her heart. The words throb.

After a moment of silence, Miaoyu hesitated, then finally got up and walked into the nunnery.

Shui Rong looked at the beautiful figure of the beauty and couldn't help but smile knowingly. Miaoyu, a rare person who is naturally withdrawn and arrogant, is very difficult to get close to, but once she gets acquainted with her, she becomes more enthusiastic than ordinary people. Now the two of them are already inseparable. When you are familiar with it, you naturally can't hold it up. The so-called "fake high-mindedness" is nothing more than this.

This is probably the difference between wearing Taoist robes and not wearing Taoist robes.

After a while, Miaoyu came out with a green jade bucket. She saw the young man sitting on her bamboo and rattan chair, feeling ashamed, and a pair of clear and bright eyes exuding a captivating light.

It is true that Cuicui Temple is his paradise.

However, under the young man's strong eyes, Miaoyu had no choice but to lose. Lianbu came closer and sat on the brocade pier on one side, poured a cup, and handed over the green jade cup.

Well, they are all involuntarily and forced by others.

Shui Rong looked at the cold look on the beauty's face and didn't mind. He took the green jade bucket and took a sip. He said softly: "I will lead troops to suppress the bandits soon. I can't see my master some days, so I feel a little bit sad." .”

When Miaoyu heard the words, her jade face was slightly startled, and she stared at the young man with a somewhat complicated look. She understood that the young man was telling her this time, and she couldn't help but feel a secret joy in her heart. Even if it was a strongman's behavior, it still left traces. Yes, the so-called love that grows over time is nothing more than this, not to mention that the two of them are not heartless, it's more of a sentimental thing.

She pursed her pink lips, her beautiful jade cheeks warmed slightly, and she lowered her eyebrows and said, "The poor nun wishes the prince a safe and smooth trip. The poor nun will chant sutras and chant Buddha every day to pray for the prince."

Not only was the young man reluctant to let go, but she was also very sad in her heart.

Upon hearing this, Shui Rong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, put down the green jade bucket in his hand, leaned forward, stretched out his hand to pinch the beauty's chin, and said: "Master Tai is so sincere, I am very moved in my heart, why don't I do it for Master first?" How about saying a prayer to express your gratitude?”

Miaoyu stared at Chi Chi's face, her pretty face flushed. She felt shy, but also a little angry. She was praying for blessings, but she was greedy for my body.

Thinking about this, Miaoyu turned her head and said angrily: "My lord, please respect yourself."

When Shui Rong heard this, it was clear that what a woman didn't want was what she wanted. What's more, for Miaoyu, who regarded herself as aloof, she just wanted to be brave, so she took the beauty's bare hand and walked towards the nunnery.

Miao Yufang's heart skipped a beat and she struggled a little. However, under the pull of the young man, everything seemed to be in vain. With half a push, she entered the nunnery. Before she could recover, she saw that the young man had already taken her into his arms, and a man's breath greeted her. When I came, I was in a trance.

Look, it's here again. He doesn't give her the right to refuse at all. It's full of domineering atmosphere. I'm afraid it's not the reincarnation of a strong man in his previous life.

After a while, a silk ribbon was put on the white Hao wrist. The familiar routine, the familiar touch, and the familiar heartbeat.

With a grunt, Miaoyu raised her head, her delicate body trembled slightly, her beautiful cheeks were as red as clouds, mist lingered in her eyes, she lowered her eyes to look at the young man who bowed his head, feeling strange in his heart.

She was surprised, how could he not be too dirty?

After a while, Shui Rong wiped it with the handkerchief, stared at the Buddha statue on the altar, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and said teasingly: "It seems that Master Tai can't bear to leave me, all this..."

"Stop, stop talking."

Miao Yufang felt shy and uncontrollable, and a sense of fear welled up deep in her heart, and she hurriedly spoke out to stop her. She also disrespected the Buddha statue for some reason. It was really a crime, and she was afraid that the Buddha would punish him.

That's all, it's natural for a person who has sinned deeply to go to the eighteen levels of hell.

Seeing the beauty almost crying, Shui Rong also knew the seriousness of the matter. He put his arms around the beauty's jade shoulders and softly comforted her: "Okay, you didn't mean it, and the Buddha won't blame him. Besides, the Buddha is in your heart, so why bother to be rigid?" To a clay statue, Master, you are obsessed with it."

How can I put it, who made the angle so tricky, and Miaoyu so full of thoughts, it was just a coincidence,

When Miaoyu heard this, her heart relaxed slightly. Just as the young man said, the so-called "Buddha can do good things in the heart", what's the use of worshiping Buddha sincerely but doing bad deeds.

Pursing her pink lips, Miaoyu lowered her eyebrows and said leisurely: "After all, you are disrespectful to the Buddha. If there are any negative consequences, I will bear all the consequences."

Shui Rong was silent when he saw this. For Miaoyu, it didn't matter whether she believed what he said or not. The key was to have a reasonable excuse in Miaoyu's heart. Besides, speaking of being disrespectful to the Buddha, the two of them were also disrespectful in front of the Buddha statue. Miaoyu never said anything.

The purpose of concealing the truth is simply to seek "peace of mind."

With a deep groan, Shui Rong pinched a strand of black hair on the beauty's temple and started to play with it, and said leisurely: "Master, I don't know how many murders will be committed by my gun this time to suppress the bandits. Master's Dharma is profound. I hope Master can save a little and eliminate it." Karma."

When Miaoyu heard this, Yurong Wenwen was startled. She looked at the young man with her cold face raised, and there was a bit of surprise in her eyebrows. She said: "The prince has a body of thousands of gold, but he also wants to go into battle to kill the enemy?"

I originally thought that Shui Rong led the troops to suppress the bandits just by sitting in the army, but after hearing the young man's words, he had plans to go into battle, and he seemed to be using a good gun.

When Shui Rong heard the words, a gleam flashed in his eyes. While guiding the white and soft hands, he leaned close to the crystal ear and whispered softly.

Miaoyu's almond-shaped eyes widened when she heard this, and her heart trembled. It took her a while to come back to her senses, and she retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted. Her beautiful jade cheeks turned bright red, and she scolded: "You, you are shameless." (End of this chapter)