Red Mansion Beijingwang

In the Zen room, the teacups on the tables were puffing out white smoke, and the white smoke was floating in the air, as if it was spreading like a huge mushroom cloud.

Shui Rong raised his eyes and looked at Miaoyu, who had a questioning expression between her eyebrows. Her face was as white as jade, as cold as orchids, and said, "Miss Xing went back beforehand. She said she would come back to visit when she had time."

Miaoyu raised her eyebrows when she heard this. Under her curved eyebrows, her cold eyes had an inexplicable color. Then she snorted coldly and sat down on the Jindun.

Everything was fine before, but Xing Xiuyan has something to do and leaves just as soon as you come here. Who would believe this?
However, Miaoyu probably understood what Xing Xiuyan meant, so it was difficult to say anything. Deep down in her heart, she was actually a little happy with Xing Xiuyan's "interesting" behavior.

After sitting down, Miaoyu rolled up her sleeves and robe, revealing a lotus-like arm. She took a teacup, poured a cup, handed it over, and looked at the young man with cold eyes, with an undetectable trace in her eyes. With a strange look, he asked: "Does the prince have free time today to come to this humble place like a poor nun?"

Shui Rong took the green jade bucket, raised his eyes to look at this beauty who looked like white snow and cold plums, and said with a smile: "Well, come and sit here when you have nothing to do. If Master doesn't like it, I'll leave right now."

Miaoyu: "."

Is this what people say? I don't like it anymore. I know how to tease her when I talk to myself.

When Shui Rong saw Miaoyu's pretty face as cold as frost, he felt funny in his heart. Miaoyu had a habit of being straight-faced, and it was quite interesting to tease an arrogant young literary girl.

Taking a sip of tea, Shui Rong looked around the furnishings of the nunnery, then looked at Miaoyu's crystal-clear face like snow and the graceful body wrapped in the Taoist robe for a moment, and said jokingly: "It is indeed a bit crude, but it doesn't matter. If you eat too much delicacies from the mountains and seas, eating some country side dishes occasionally can help your spleen and stomach.”

In fact, Shui Rong's words are nonsense. Although the furnishings in the Cuicui Temple are not splendid, they are elegant and fresh. It is really nonsense to say that it is a simple place.

When Miaoyu heard this, a hint of embarrassment surged up on her cold face, her thin eyebrows raised up, she looked at him with anger, snorted coldly, gritted her teeth and said: "That's a poor nun, isn't it? A poor nun's thatched cottage temple is small , There is no room for your great Buddha.”

At this moment, Miao Yufang was angry. She had always been smart, and she could see through it at a glance. She looked at her behavior and her joking expression from Shui Xiong, and immediately understood what it meant.

What is a "country side dish"? Every time she talks about strange things, she acts like a "strongman". In the eyes of the young man, her feelings are nothing more than a distraction.

She said that the young man in front of her was not a gentleman, he was a dirty "devil".

Shui Rong smiled, took Miaoyu's plain hand, hugged her in his arms, caressed the angry face, and said: "I was joking with the teacher, but the teacher is serious. This is the teacher." It’s so beautiful!”

To be honest, Miaoyu's excellent appearance is no worse than hers, especially her temperament as beautiful as orchid and her cold and jade-like temperament, both of which are fascinating.

As for saying that the temple is too small to accommodate the big Buddha Shui Rong, Shui Rong himself can’t figure it out?

The young man's incense lingered in Miaoyu's nose, and her heart felt ashamed and annoyed. This person would come up to her at every turn, hugging and hugging her. How shameless was she?
However, she didn't feel disgusted at all, and there was a hint of joy in her heart.

After all, the young man was still obsessed with her.

Pursing her pink lips, Miaoyu tilted her head and said: "False and false, true and false, truth is often hidden in jokes. Maybe in the prince's heart, the poor nun is just like the prince said."

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, stretched out his hand to pull back the beauty's tilted head, looked down at the beauty's bright cold eyes, and said softly: "Master Miaoyu is so wise as a torch, how can we still be divided?" Not sure whether it’s true or not?”

The young man's aggressive gaze made Miao Yu's heart tremble, her clear eyes were erratic, and she said quietly: "There are so many demons and monsters in the world. How can a poor nun, who is nothing more than a mortal body, be able to distinguish them one by one?"

In fact, the girl also knew in her heart that this was a joke. If the boy only used her as a plaything, he would suffer physical and mental loss.

Even so, she insisted on saying the opposite.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the heart-trembling warm breath coming towards his face, making Miaoyu's delicate body tremble, and she was immediately submerged in the raging wind and waves.

After a while, Shui Rong stared at the beauty with jade cheeks, reached out and stroked a strand of Miaoyu's hair scattered in front of her forehead to her ears, and said in a warm voice: "Actually, I haven't seen Master Tai for a while. , I missed him very much, so I came over to see him.”

For an arrogant and affectionate woman, instead of endless arguments, it is better to change the way of talking and fight straight to the point, simple and clear.

Miaoyu's cheeks are pink, like peach blossoms in March. She smells the young man's words, and her beautiful brows and eyes are overflowing with joy. Her bright and moist eyes reflect the young man's gentle face, and the water is shining.

How could she not miss the days when the young man left Beijing, especially after knowing that after the young man returned home, she had been looking forward to the young man for the past two days, but he was nowhere to be seen, so she felt a little resentful in her heart.

Shui Rong smiled when he saw this, and reached out to touch the autumn-colored silk ribbon tied around the beauty's waist. After pulling it off, he put it on the beauty's jade wrist with ease and skill, and said: "When I am not here, the master will be here." What are you doing?"

Miaoyu looked at the young man's movements with cold eyes, her heart trembled, she turned her head aside, a blush appeared on her cold jade face, she snorted, and replied reluctantly: "Poor nun" As a monk, there is nothing else to do except chanting sutras and studying Buddhist scriptures every day.”

Well, there is also a prayer for someone in it.

Shui Rong glanced at Miaoyu and said silently, "Actually, Master Tai can also look around in the garden of the mansion to see the scenery, and there is no need to be trapped in the nunnery."

When Miaoyu heard this, her cold jade face was slightly startled. She stared at the young man and saw that he didn't look like a joke. Her heart warmed up and she sighed softly: "A poor nun practices in a nunnery. For a poor nun, this is... A quiet place is not a trapped place.”

She understood that Shui Rong's words were probably a disguised form of asking her to return to secular life. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a mouthful for a monk to see what he could do in the garden.

Moreover, once he returns to the secular world, although it is justified, it will have some impact on the young man.

In addition, there is another point. If you return to secular life, you will become a member of the concubine's house. You will inevitably have to deal with the people in this concubine's house, which makes Miaoyu extremely uncomfortable.

Rather than doing this, it's better to just let it go.

The left and right were her first desires, and all these sour pains were regarded as practicing.

When Shui Rong saw that Miaoyu said this, he didn't force it. In fact, that's what he said. Everyone also knows that in this ambiguous atmosphere, there will always be some sweet words to coax people.

Of course, if Miaoyu is willing to return to secular life, Shui Rong has no objection. After all, the decision lies with Miaoyu.

Lightly tying the beauty's jade wrist, Shui Rong stretched out his hand to lift the beauty's white chin, leaned over to capture the glistening lips, and the faint fragrance floated, refreshing her heart.

Somehow, everyone in the back house of the palace, including "Tian Tian Ren Jian" and the two nephews and wives who were outside, after some deliberation, Shui Rong still liked to be intimate with Miao Yu.

I guess it was the aura of Miaoyu that was "as beautiful as an orchid, and her talent was as fragrant as an immortal". It was different from the ordinary Buddhist nature. The combination of the two was not the ordinary effect of one plus one greater than two. It was difficult for others to match.

Or maybe it was the current "strong man" scene that made Shui Rong feel unusual.

Thinking of this, Shui Rong stopped talking and put his hand into the beauty's loose Taoist robe. With one hand, he opened and closed the Shaolin Temple's dragon grip to subjugate demons.

Miaoyu's delicate body trembled slightly, her beautiful eyes opened a little, looking at the young man's misbehavior, her heart burst into tears: This person is still like this. He doesn't attack lightly or harshly. "

It's just that the strong man is like this, and the poor nun is like this. He can only bite his pink lips tightly with his teeth, close his beautiful eyes, and hum in the nose, letting the young man grow thin.

After a while, Miaoyu's delicate body became soft and soft, and her snowy face was as gorgeous as clouds. Under her willow eyebrows, her beautiful eyes were already moist. She was surprised when she saw the young man getting up. Just when she was about to ask, she suddenly became charming. There was a hint of embarrassment between his brows and eyes, and he turned his head away without saying a word.

Upon seeing this, Shui Rong chuckled, stretched out his hand to press the beauty's hairy head, and said, "This is not the first time, why do you still dislike her?"

Miaoyu was "forced" to come closer, and there was a blushing scent lingering in Qiong's nose, which made her heart tremble. She felt that her head was empty, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Thinking about it carefully, it is true as the young man said, this is not the first time, and the young man has served her before.
Shui Rong frowned, then relaxed, looking at the steam rising from the teacups on the table, feeling funny in his heart.

After all, Shui Rong knew Miaoyu well, and Shui Rong also figured out some of Miaoyu's hidden temperament. If you are nice to her, your arrogant attributes will be revealed.

But if it was someone with a cold eyebrow, Miaoyu would be submissive and seemed to have a masochistic temperament.

In the original work, after Miaoyu was kidnapped by strong men, Xichun said that she "has always been so lonely and pure, how could she be willing to spare her life?" Baoyu also said, "This person will not accept it and will die unyielding." The ending should be that he cannot bear the humiliation. Frivolous and self-destructive.

However, the fact is that "poor gold and jade will eventually sink into the mud", coupled with the comment that "the people in the Qingdeng Ancient Palace will be old", it can be seen that after Miaoyu was insulted and frivolous, he still lived in a filthy environment against his will. From this point of view, Miaoyu is not as lonely as she appears.

Caressing the beauty's head, Shui Rong said softly: "Now Master Tai is becoming more and more eloquent. When it comes to Taoism, I'm afraid she will no longer be my match."

Earlier, Shui Rong could still rely on Miaoyu's ignorance to defeat him, but now Miaoyu is extremely talented and seems to have mastered everything, which makes Shui Rong feel ashamed.

People who chant sutras and recite Buddhist scriptures all year round will naturally be sharp-tongued.

Hearing this, Miaoyu could not help but feel a surge of embarrassment in her heart. She said in a unclear voice, "If you humiliate others again, I will not serve you anymore."

It was just that she was forced to do these obscene things, but now the boy was actually making sarcastic remarks.

It's true that I don't have back pain when I stand and talk.

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and lowered his eyes to look at the beauty buried in her head, with a hint of darkness hidden between her eyebrows.

At the end of the day, he dares to speak rudely and carefully tries to fool you in the face.
Imperial City, Kunning Palace.

In the splendid palace, Zhou Hou was sitting on a high platform, with a delicate and charming face. She was dressed in a vermilion embroidered peony dress, with a gold hairpin pinned between her lush temples, and she was walking gracefully and elegantly.

While he was closing his eyes to meditate, the palace man reported: "Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness Prince Le is here."

Hearing this, the beauty opened her beautiful eyes, her bright eyes flashed, and there was a hint of joy between her eyebrows.

After all, this Le Wang is not an outsider. It was she who gave birth to the child in ten months of pregnancy, so she is not an outsider in comparison emotionally.

Not long after, King Le, who was dressed in a python robe, walked in. He saw the beauty on the soft platform, his eyebrows softened, and he came forward and saluted, "My son, please give my regards to the queen."

Queen Zhou's eyebrows were curved, signaling King Le to get down, and then she waved with her slender hands, her eyebrows full of love, and said: "Qi'er is here, come to Queen Mother."

Hearing this, King Le had a smile on his face, walked towards the high platform, sat down on one side of the brocade pier, and said, "Queen mother, how are you doing recently?"

Although they are mother and son, in the royal family, the red tape and etiquette are very cumbersome, especially for King Le who has already left the palace and established a mansion, so the mother and son do not meet often.

Hearing her son's concern, Queen Zhou, as a mother, was naturally delighted. The corners of her tender lips slightly raised, and she said with a smile, "Everything is fine here, Queen Mother, but Qi'er, on the other hand, had a straight face when he came in, but Are you bothered by the matter of Yue'er?"

Zhizi Moruomu, as soon as King Cong Le came in, she guessed that it was about King Yong's affairs.

King Le's face darkened, he raised his eyes to meet the concerned look on Zhou Hou's face, his heart relaxed slightly, and he sighed softly: "The queen has a keen eye, and I am indeed worried about my second brother."

As he said this, King Le's expression changed and he said in a deep voice: "My father is very considerate of me. My second brother is like a fish in water in the court. Now he is even more proud of himself."

Many officials in the court acted according to the prevailing situation. When Emperor Yongkang's attitude toward King Yong changed, the officials below naturally followed suit.

Now in the court, King Yong is even more popular than him, which makes King Le, who has always been accustomed to smooth sailing, not be depressed.

After Zhou Hou heard this, she understood that it was not only King Le who was worried about King Yong, but she was also thinking about it.

The originally incapacitated King Yong actually had an heir. This matter has not yet been found out, and His Majesty's attitude is now ambiguous, which made Queen Zhou worried for a while.

After groaning, Empress Zhou stared at Le Wang and said comfortingly: "Qi'er, you don't need to think too much, just finish the errands assigned by your father. The temporary pride is nothing."

From Zhou Hou's point of view, King Yong's limelight at this time is just a mirror image. Once she finds out the reason, the matter can be easily solved, and even the hidden danger of King Yong can be solved once and for all.

Confusing the royal bloodline, such a serious crime, can King Yong make a comeback?
It's just that such things are secret. Only a handful of people knew that King Yong was incapacitated, and even King Le, his own son, was not informed by Zhou Hou.

Such a secret matter can only be investigated secretly, but the efficiency of the secret investigation is low. Until now, I still have no idea who the person who borrowed the seeds is.

Hearing this, King Le's expression did not relax. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Mother, my sons and ministers also know how to handle the errands assigned by my father. It's just the second brother's place. I heard that the Prince of Beijing County is visiting the second brother's house."

Among those who were interested, the moment Shui Rong stepped into the gate of Prince Yong's Mansion, they had already received the news.

After Zhou Hou heard this, he frowned and was slightly startled. She didn't expect that the Prince of Beijing County would actually go to Prince Yong's Mansion as a guest.

As Shui Rong's identity, every word and action represents a certain signal, especially the fact that Shui Rong openly got close to King Yong just two days after returning to Beijing. The meaning of this is worth pondering.

Considering the current ambiguous attitude of Emperor Yongkang, the fact that King Yong already occupies the legal position, and finally the addition of the Prince of Beijing who represents the Wu Xun lineage, it is no wonder that King Le is making a fuss.

"I guess it's the closeness between uncle and nephew, no need to make a fuss." After thinking for a while, Zhou Hou lightly opened her red lips and said.

King Le snorted coldly when he heard this, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice, and said: "My son and the Prince of Beijing County are uncle-nephew, why don't you get close to my son?"

After hearing this, Queen Zhou glanced at King Le and said as calmly as possible: "Qi'er, since you know that the Prince of Beijing County is your uncle, why don't you and Yue'er treat your uncle with the same respect?"

Speaking of this matter, Zhou Hou felt quite helpless. King Yong ignored his shame and posted it three times and four times. As the saying goes, "don't hit the smiling person with your hand", it is normal to get a good impression.

King Le suddenly choked up when he heard the words, and his fair complexion showed an unnatural look. He hesitated for a while before saying: "Mother, my son and I can't do this."

It's not that he hasn't tried to make friends with the Prince of Beijing, but every time he hits a soft spot. He also knows that King Yong is the same, but he didn't expect that King Yong would get in touch regardless of his face.

But King Yong can ignore his shame, but King Ta Le cannot.

After Zhou Hou heard this, he looked at the embarrassed King Le with his bright eyes, feeling helpless and said quietly: "Qi'er, those who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters, why bother caring about these frivolous things."

King Le didn't take it seriously and said Zhanran: "I can't do it."

It is true that Shui Rong is the Prince of Beijing County and has a high position, but he is not bad either. The dignified Prince Daqian will be the one who will ascend to the supreme position in the future. It is the Prince of Beijing County who should obey him, not him.

Lord, Lord, Lord, let him, a man who will be a king in the future, humble himself. How can I accept it?

Looking at King Le's firm look, Queen Zhou felt speechless. This child was just too smooth and he was a little arrogant. Who was the Prince of Beijing? Even Emperor Yongkang, who was the emperor, had to treat him kindly. Why should a prince get the throne?

Suddenly, Queen Zhou seemed to have thought of something. She stared at King Le and asked, "Qi'er, tell me honestly, are you involved in the affairs of Duke Rong's mansion?"

King Le's expression became even more unnatural. He raised his eyes and glanced at Queen Zhou, and said in a low voice: "Well, I asked the people below to report the matter to the Rongguo Duke's Palace."

As expected, she felt that Prince Le had a lot of resentment towards the Prince of Beijing County, and actually got involved in the affairs of the Duke of Rongguo.
"Confused, why are you meddling in this matter?" Zhou Hou shouted with a cold eyebrow.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Emperor Yongkang will definitely not convict the Duke of Rongguo. If not, he will not classify it as an "evil servant bullying his master". It is obvious that he wants to put all the blame on the people below.

To mix things up at this time is not to openly oppose.

Faced with Zhou Hou's reprimand, King Le naturally did not dare to refute, but whispered unconvincedly: "Since the Beijing Prince's Palace wants to support the Yong Prince's Palace, you can't blame Er Chen for taking action."

After Zhou Hou heard this, she felt heartbroken. She was just getting closer to King Yong. How could she tell that the Beijing Palace supported King Yong?

At this time, Queen Zhou was no longer in the mood to blame King Le. Now that something like this had happened, she could only find a way to remedy the situation so as not to push the Beijing Palace away.

After thinking about it, Zhou Hou had a vague idea in his heart. He remembered that during the draft, the Prince of Beijing County had joked with Emperor Yongkang about selecting the beautiful girl. She must have been a lustful person. (End of chapter)