Red Mansion Beijingwang

Chapter 307 Miaoyu: Sacrificing one’s life to capture the dragon

Shui Rong looked at the shy beauty, her cold face was like a peach blossom in April, her clear eyes were widened under her cold eyebrows, with a hint of anger, and she said indifferently: "Master Tai said this. , when I was praying for my master’s blessing, why didn’t I see my master saying that I was shameless?”

Those who come and go are on the right track, and those who only want to enjoy it without giving anything in return are beautiful.

When Miaoyu heard this, she felt even more ashamed and angry. Her pretty face was already as hot as fire. She raised her hand and hit the young man's chest. There was a hint of guilt in her voice, and she scolded: "That's nonsense. It's obvious." It's your own choice, why did the poor nun ask you?"

He acted like a strongman without asking for her opinion at all. Now he was blaming her. He was shameless, but he was not forced by the person in front of him.

Bah, I am shameless. At best, it is obscene.

There was nothing wrong with the soft pink fist hitting your small chest, but Shui Rong saw the beauty getting angry with embarrassment and suddenly felt a headache. He never thought that Master Miaoyu resisted so much. She was really overly mysophobic. She rubbed her forehead and could only say softly. He comforted her and said, "Okay, it's all my fault. Since Master Tai doesn't want to, how could I force her to do it?"

Shui Rong couldn't do anything about coercion. Even if he tried to force someone many times in the Cuicui Temple, it was only with Master Miaoyu's tacit approval. Moreover, he was really afraid that Miaoyu would commit suicide because of his excessive purity. , then the gain really outweighs the loss.

Miaoyu felt relieved when she saw that the young man had stopped, and she was vaguely moved. She was afraid that the young man was used to being strong, and he would get angry in her face. At that time, whether she had accepted the surrender, and in what way, Not yet known.

Shui Rong pinched the beauty's chin and raised it slightly. He saw blushes appearing on the beauty's pretty face, her bright eyes flickering unsteadily, and she understood in her heart that except for resisting and bending down to serve, this Miaoyu mostly just let it go.

Hey, this isn't mysophobia, I'm afraid it's not a mental disorder.

Staring at the lips as fresh as peach pistils, Shui Rong leaned forward. The unbridled and oppressive breath made the beauty feel in a trance, and the barrier was lost in an instant, entangled with lilacs.

While she was grinding her temples, Miaoyu suddenly remembered something. Her beautiful closed eyes widened and her heart trembled. She resisted with bare hands, but what she got in return was even more wantonness and she could hardly breathe.

Gradually, the resisting hand slowly came down, the beautiful eyes closed again, and the mind was in a trance.

After a while, Miaoyu's delicate body was soft and soft, her breath was slight, her snowy face was as gorgeous as clouds, her cold brows and eyes were flowing with beauty, and her lips were bright red with a crystal luster under the reflection of the incense candle.

Miaoyu raised her bright eyes with a look of awe, and she looked embarrassed and cursed: "I haven't cleansed my mouth yet, you did it on purpose."

This man came over to me before he had even finished praying. He couldn't refuse, and he was clearly intending to retaliate.

Shui Rong laughed when he heard the words, played with the bright light fitness ball, and said softly: "Master Tai came out of the mud and is not stained. His whole body is spotless, so there is no need to clean his mouth."

Well, he did it on purpose, so what do you think?

Now that the water solution is roughly clear, we don’t care whether Miaoyu’s mysophobia is a psychological disorder. At least it is not an incurable disease. To deal with this symptom, the first thing is to adjust Miaoyu’s “cognitive behavior” so that she cannot find it difficult to eat. .

When Miaoyu heard this, she felt angry and funny. She snorted and said in a cold voice: "Since I was a poor nun who entered this Cuicui nunnery, I have never been innocent. The prince's sweet words should be told to others."

What is "coming out of the mud but not stained"? In this situation, she, a monk, has become a stubborn object in the hands of a young man, letting him abuse him, and even thinking of letting her bend down to serve. This spotless person is probably not a mockery of her. .

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, and looked down at the beauty's cold eyebrows, feeling a little helpless. This Miaoyu is a person who values ​​self-cultivation, and her early experiences have made her look down on the harshness of the world, which is not as easy as a little girl. It is not easy for Jiaocou to adjust her "cognitive behavior".

But can you still spit out what you have eaten? Shui Rong also knew that Miao Yu's words were too upright, so he planned to retreat, so he took his hand back and untied the silk ribbon on Li Renhao's wrist.

Miaoyu looked at the young man's movements, her jade face was slightly startled, and she couldn't help but feel suspicious. Why did she loosen her restraints so early today? Could it be that there was some way to abuse others, and she wanted to tie him up elsewhere?

Thinking of this, Miao Yufang's heart skipped a beat, her eyes couldn't help but fall on the bulging bag, two blushes appeared on her cheeks, her head hung down, and she let the young man handle it.

Yes, he is young and energetic. He is not finished yet, and I don’t know what he will do next.

Loosen Miaoyu's restraints, Shui Rong said in a warm voice: "Innocence is not in the skin, but in the heart. Master Shitai is a kind-hearted person, why is he not innocent? Is it possible that in Shitai's eyes, only a virgin body can be called innocent? It is too narrow. With an innocent body, we secretly welcome the new and send off the old. Although there is no stain, how can we bear the emotion? It is not like Shitai who has always been together, so it can be seen that Shitai is an innocent person."

Miaoyu's cheeks turned red with embarrassment when she heard the words. Her cold jade face became more beautiful and brighter, and the shame between her eyebrows became even worse. She didn't expect that the young man's words were so straightforward, which made her heart skip a beat.

Lifting Zhang Qingli's face and staring at the young man with her beautiful eyes, Miaoyu hummed: "You are so unreasonable."

From the beginning to the end, this is true. "Trapped" in the palace, who else can she welcome except the young man in front of her? Besides, she has always been high-minded, and she will only welcome this intimate young man.

As for innocence, it is true that the young man's words do have some truth, but they are not comprehensive. Without an innocent body, there is no such thing as innocence. Moreover, if the noble prince is having an affair with a monk and has bad character, how can he be innocent? .

What's the point of discussing Taoism at this moment? It's more important to welcome distinguished guests.

Shui Rong didn't take it seriously, just to give Miaoyu an excuse to accept it, so he didn't have to worry about it. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Miaoyu's slender eyes close together, smiled knowingly, and then said in a waning tone: "It's getting late, I'll go first gone back."

Miaoyu: "."

This, this is over, not yet.
At this moment, Miaoyu bit her pink lips lightly, staring at the young man with her cold bright eyes. The resentment between her brows could not be expressed, and the emptiness in her heart was beyond words.

What a waning mood, just because she didn't bend down to serve?

Shui Rong's expression was calm, and he stared at the beauty, with a hint of sadness between his brows, and said leisurely: "Since you dislike me, what can I do."

When Miaoyu heard this, her heart trembled slightly, her snowy face was as red as the clouds, and the look she looked at the young man showed a bit of embarrassment. She finally understood that after teasing her, he ignored her. This man was blaming her. Refuse to bend down to serve.

With a cold snort, Miaoyu said in a clear voice: "A poor nun is just a monk, how can he have the right to dislike the prince?"

What does she dislike? If she really disliked him, how could she serve tea with her own green jade bucket? How could she let the young man bully her? Perhaps this man had grown tired of her flesh and her spirits were waning.

Shui Rong saw Miaoyu's slightly cold expression, and came closer, pursed her lips, and said: "Stop making trouble, wait until I return to the capital after suppressing the bandits, and then I will have tea and discuss Taoism with the Master."

When Miaoyu heard this, she felt ashamed and annoyed, her cheeks turned red, and Liuye's slender eyebrows raised slightly, "Stop making trouble," she seemed to be a naive little girl.

Looking up with bright eyes like autumn water, Miaoyu saw the young man's leaving figure, and felt reluctant to leave. She knew in her heart that after this separation, they would not see each other for at least several months.

Su held the hem of her robe tightly in her hands. Just as the young man was about to step out of the nunnery, Miaoyu bit her lips and said, "The poor nun never said she disliked him."

Not only did he bend down to serve her, but the young man also served her many times, repaying her in return. Today, he gave up his favor to save her and eliminate his karmic obstacles.

The left and right mouths are no longer clean, and they don’t care about the two mouths. The so-called “If I don’t go to hell, who will go to hell?”

When Shui Rong heard this, he paused and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Look, he was really honest.

Turning around and approaching slowly, Shui Rong looked down at Miaoyu with lowered eyebrows and eyes, and said leisurely: "If Master doesn't like it, there's really no need to force it."

When Miaoyu heard this, her cheeks were pink, and her heart couldn't help but spit. If you really don't want to, why would you turn around? You are just greedy for this bite, and you are a high-sounding hypocrite.

With a snowy face raised, Miaoyu raised her eyes to look at the young man, blushing, and said in a trembling voice: "This is just this time, it won't be the same next time."

After saying that, he stretched out his trembling hand and touched the boy's belt.

The water-soluble heroic figure is tall and straight, like a towering pine tree, which means: "In ancient times, the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagle, and today there is the Miaoyu Master who sacrifices her life to catch the dragon." It's wonderful, wonderful. "

"Stop it, stop it."

Miaoyu was so shy at the moment that she couldn't help it, her snowy cheeks were flushed red, her slender hands were shaking constantly, and she wanted to beat the boy to death. She finally made up her mind, but she never thought that the boy was still making sarcastic remarks. Likes to fuck her.

She pursed her pink lips, and her bright jade eyes were as moist as water. The hesitation between her brows and eyes was even worse. For a while, she couldn't make up her mind. Knowing that the young man was determined to bend her down to serve, she bit her lips and closed her beautiful eyes. Close, come closer.

"Hmm~"

Hey, it doesn’t seem that hard to accept. Shui Rong's handsome brows wrinkled and relaxed at times. After all, he was a newborn calf. His strong strength diluted the inexplicable throbbing in his body. Helplessly, Shui Rong could only describe the main points.

After a while, Shui Rong bent down and pinched the beauty's chin, looking at the beauty's cheeks as red as blood, her crystal lips glowing with stars, and said with a smile: "Master, it's almost done."

It's just a taste of something new, and the water will flow slowly. If you get angry, you won't have this opportunity in the future.

Miaoyu's heart was trembling, her eyebrows were full of anger, her bright eyes were as bright as water, she pursed her pink lips and remained silent.

While he was thinking about it, he saw the young man pushing gently, and his graceful body fell down. He noticed something strange underneath him, and felt his heart tremble. He turned his head away, blushing and letting the young man do whatever he wanted.

Well, this is what she deserves for "sacrifice her life to capture the dragon".

With a grunt, Miaoyu raised her head, her delicate body trembled slightly, her closed beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she felt satisfied.

At dusk, the sunset was brilliant, and Shui Rong left the Cuicui Temple refreshed and walked along the corridor to his courtyard. As soon as he stepped into the courtyard door, he looked up and saw Qingwen sitting under the eaves of the corridor. , there was a slight look of dismay on the pretty melon seed face.

Okay, he was sulking. He probably had some conflict with Yingluo again.

As for the conflicts between the maids, as long as there is no trouble, Shuilu has always let it go. This can also generate healthy competition, so why not do it.

Seeing Shui Rong, Qingwen's eyebrows were cold and the corners of her pink lips were slightly pursed. She came forward and bowed Yingying: "The prince is back."

Shui Rong gently chinned his head and ordered: "Qingwen, go and prepare warm water. I want to take a bath."

First, he went through a lot of troubles in Yongwang Mansion, and then resumed his relationship in Cucui Temple. The softness on his body can be imagined, and bathing is a matter of course.

Qingwen said "Hmm", twisted her waist and walked towards the inner hall. She gave the instructions with a calm expression, neither showing closeness nor alienation, looking like she was doing business.

When Shui Rong saw this, he felt funny in his heart. With such an appearance, he almost told everyone that his aunt was in a bad mood.

Regarding Qingwen's "little nature", Shuilu is commonplace and she is used to it. Compared with the original work, Qingwen is obviously much more restrained at this moment. In the original work, if Qingwen is sulky, she will be dumped directly no matter who you tell her to be. Face, how can you prepare warm water obediently like now?

After all, Qingwen's temperament is "brave", but she is not brainless. Qingwen's "brave" confidence comes from Baoyu's bottomless preference, which makes her confident and confident. Although Shui Rong is more indulgent towards Qingwen, he is not arrogant. In addition, there was a big mountain called Yingluo to restrain her, so Qingwen still restrained herself.

The so-called doting alone is easy to indulge others, which is a taboo in the back house, whether it is the master or the maid.

After a while, the warm water was ready, and the water was immersed in the tub. Feeling the smooth little hands kneading it, she suddenly felt comfortable and couldn't help but praise: "Qingwen, your skills are getting better and better."

It would be nice to give a few more compliments to the little girl. Besides, Shui Rong was right. Qingwen had been with him for a long time, so she didn't know how to serve her. This is called practice makes perfect.

When Qingwen heard this, she raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of pride on her tender lips, and said, "That's natural."

Shui Rong chuckled. Qingwen, as always, would not hide her emotions and was frank and fearless. However, it was precisely because of this that Qingwen looked cute. She then turned to say, "Looking at you sulking, what's going on?" ”

As soon as she heard this, Qingwen's face fell. She pursed her pink lips and frowned: "My lord, you are wrong. No one of your status has the right to be sulky."

Shui Rong listened to the girl's cryptic words, shrugged, and stopped talking. He closed his eyes and rested. This person just can't be too used to it. Once he gets used to it, he will easily drift off.

Qingwen gently wiped the young man's body, and saw that he was silent, her eyebrows slightly raised, mist gradually grew in her charming peach blossom eyes, her teeth bit her pink lips tightly, and said: "My lord, you don't like slaves to serve you? What if you do?" If you don’t like it, just let Xiang Ling and the others take care of you.”

What? The way she spoke was so obvious and she pretended not to know. Sure enough, in the prince's mind, she was just a maid who was not taken seriously.

Shui Rong heard the words and said, "When did I say that I don't like you to serve me? You little girl has a lot to think about."

When Qingwen heard this, her heart trembled, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and her mood suddenly became brighter. However, listening to the young man's plain tone, she felt a little suspicious. She pursed her pink lips and spoke like a mosquito, lowering her eyes and said: " Then why did the prince take away Yingluo and Xiangling, but me?"

They are both the maids next to Shuirong. Yingluo is an old man and Qingwen cannot compare with her, so she has to compare with Xiangling. Among the three, she is the only one who is still innocent. She doesn't even have the chance to serve. She can obviously do it. of.

When Shui Rong heard this, he thought Qingwen was sulky because of the competition among the maids. Hey, the more charming this person is, the more troubles he will have. How many people miss him.

Especially Qingwen, whose "heart is higher than the sky", how can she lag behind others as they are both maids?

It’s not that the comparison is bad. For maids like them, the best destination is to become the master’s concubine. In short, it’s like the promotion path of official career. If a maid cannot become a concubine, she will become a concubine. When you get older, you will be nothing more than promised to some boy, and you will be a slave for the rest of your life.

Shui Rong said softly: "You are still young. I will let you serve me when I am older."

For Qingwen, her appearance is first-class, and her temperament is also straightforward and cute. Shui Rong naturally likes her. Otherwise, he would not deliberately want her from Yuanchun.

But just as Shui Rong said, Qingwen was still young and her financial resources were worrying, so she had to take care of her first, otherwise he would panic.

Qingwen lowered her eyes, snorted, and said unconvinced, "I'm not young anymore."

How could a personal maid not know about the prince's hobbies? She likes round ones. Besides, she doesn't know about her own affairs. People of her age have other children, so why is she so young?

Upon hearing this, Shui Rong turned around and looked at Qingwen. She had a beautiful face, a slim waist, and the corners of her little lotus were already somewhat plump. She was indeed quite big in comparison.

Qingwen's cheeks turned red as she was looked at by Shui Rong's eyes. The bright eyes under Liu Ye's eyebrows flashed and she straightened her body. Her pretty face was full of confidence, as if she was saying: "Look, she's not small."

Seeing this, Shui Rong raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out his hand to explore. He felt that it was small and delicate, but had a different flavor, which was in line with the concept of a palm among scholars.

Qingwen's delicate body trembled, feeling something strange in front of her. Her pretty face turned as red as the clouds, her beautiful eyes were closed, her long eyes trembled, her teeth bit her pink lips tightly, allowing the young man to spy.

"It's still a little short of heat. Let's wait for two years."

When Qingwen heard this, her peach blossom eyes widened, her slender eyebrows raised, she blushed and retorted: "No way."

We still have to wait two years, I'm afraid that all Xiangling's babies will fall off the ground and even the day lilies will be cold.

Shui Rong didn't take it seriously, stretched out his hand to pinch the girl's swollen pink face, and said with a smile: "Qingwen, be obedient. I will wait until you are fully grown in two years before I let you serve me."

When Qingwen heard this, the curve of her lips became deeper, as if she could hang a soy sauce bottle, and the look of dismay on her pretty face became even worse. She was clearly not young anymore, but the prince still treated her as a child, and he didn't know who he was. What standard? Could it be like that silly Xiangling?
Pursing her pink lips, Qingwen's cheeks were as gorgeous as clouds. There was some hesitation in her charming eyebrows. She blinked and said softly: "Then this slave can serve the prince."

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard the words and stared at Qingwen who was embarrassed. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He knew the so-called service. He shook his head and said softly: "Let's do it another day."

Being tainted with Buddha nature, I feel somewhat empty-headed and have no interest in it for the time being.

When Qingwen heard this, her eyes widened, and the mist in her eyes deepened. There was a hint of grievance in her voice, and she said, "Why can Jin Chuan'er do it, but I can't? It's not because the prince doesn't like me."

When Shui Rong heard this, he suddenly felt a headache and wondered why Qingwen was acting strangely today. It turned out that he knew about Jin Chuan'er and was jealous.

I didn't expect that Qingwen's information was quite well-informed, but it was normal for Qingwen and Jin Chuan'er to have contact when they came out of the Rongguo Duke's mansion together. Besides, Shui Rong didn't try to hide it that day, and many eyes saw it.

It's just that Jin Chuan'er's incident was a coincidence, and she is good at seizing opportunities.

After groaning, Shui Rong said: "Okay, hurry up and take a bath with me. I will go to the princess's place for dinner later."

As soon as she heard the name of the princess, Qingwen's jade face was slightly startled, she pursed her pink lips, but she didn't say anything more, and she obediently took a bath in the water.

Shui Rong saw this clearly. In the big mansion, the mistress was in charge of the back house and was the most feared by the maids and servants. A fair mistress was very necessary to ensure the peace of the back house. This is why Shui Rong always respected Yuan Chun. One of the reasons is to ensure the majesty of the mistress.

(End of this chapter)