Red Mansion Beijingwang

Beijing Prince's Mansion, Hengwu Garden.

Inside the side room, Baochai was sitting at the desk in a scallion yellow dress with her hair tied up in a bun. She was holding a brush in her slender hands and writing. Her snow-white arms were adorned with a string of red musk beads, which made her skin look even more delicate and charming.

At this moment, the girl was calculating the accounts of the mansion. Her plump and fair face was radiant with color, and her almond-shaped eyes were as clear as water. They seemed to have grown a little older, and her eyebrows and eyes were as charming as a beautiful peony.

I guess this is what the boy achieved that night.

After thinking for a long time, he was probably a little tired. After putting down the brush in his hand, he took a sip of the tea on the table. His almond eyes under his willow-leaf eyebrows looked at the willows swaying in the wind outside the window, and murmured in a low voice: "It's time for my brother-in-law to go home now!"

At one side, Ying'er heard Baochai's soft voice, and her heart was slightly moved. Two dimples appeared on her pretty face, and she said with a smile: "Miss, you are thinking about the prince. How about I go to the front and ask for him?"

Baochai felt a little embarrassed when she heard this. She rolled her eyes at Ying'er and said, "You silly girl, stop being so stubborn. I'm afraid you are missing your brother-in-law."

After saying this, Baochai seemed to recall something. A layer of rosy red appeared on her snow-white face, and her almond-shaped eyes were sparkling. She felt her heart tremble.

Ying'er was also shy in her heart, and her pretty face was burning hot.

As a maid, Ying'er had no status and was not qualified to think about the prince. It was only that night that she received the prince's favor and became his shape.

After that night, the relationship between the master and servant became a little unnatural. Whenever they saw each other, they would think of each other's plumpness and softness, and the prince's heroic and upright figure, all of which made their hearts tremble.

Come to think of it, it was all that boy's fault. He was the one who caused all the trouble and saw every embarrassing look on his face.

Somehow, the room became quiet at this moment. Baochai and Ying'er both lowered their heads, and an air of silent ambiguity filled the room.

"Sister Bao."

At this moment, a delicate voice came from outside the house. Looking up, I saw a graceful girl lifting the pearl curtain and walking in. It was Lin Daiyu, who was swaying in the wind.

"Lin girl, why are you here?" Baochai looked at Daiyu and told Ying'er to pour tea while she stood up to greet her with a smile on her face, breaking the gradually quiet atmosphere in the room.

Daiyu frowned slightly when she heard this, and looked at Baochai, blinked, and said, "Why can't I come over to see Sister Bao? What you said is so unreasonable."

Baochai pursed her lips and smiled, "Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I'm so happy that Miss Lin is here."

Daiyu felt relieved now. She sat down on a brocade cushion. Her beautiful eyes twinkled under her willow-leaf eyebrows. She explained leisurely, "I have nothing to do, so I came here to talk to you. Please don't despise me, sister."

Baochai smiled when she heard this, and took the tea from Ying'er and handed it to her, saying softly, "How could I dislike you if you said that?"

Daiyu looked at the tea handed to her, her eyes flickering slightly, a hint of unnaturalness appearing on her fair face, and she took it absentmindedly.

Sister Bao treated her sincerely, but she and her brother were really sorry to Sister Bao in private.

Baochai was very careful and noticed that Daiyu was acting strange. She frowned slightly and asked with concern, "Pin'er, what's wrong? Is there anything bothering you?"

The relationship between the two of them was very close, just like close friends. However, Daiyu looked absent-minded, suggesting that something was bothering her.

Daiyu was slightly startled when she heard this. A hint of sadness appeared in her bright eyes. She said, "Nothing."

As she spoke, Daiyu began to sip her tea to hide her guilty conscience.

What could Daiyu say at this time? Could she say that she and her brother kissed and secretly decided to spend their lives together?
If he said this, how could he face Sister Bao in front of him? Even if his brother had the idea first, if he was innocent, it would never have come to this.

After all, it was me who was moved by his own thoughts. When facing Baochai, I always felt that I had done something wrong.

Seeing that Daiyu didn't want to say anything, Baochai's almond eyes flashed slightly under her willow-leaf eyebrows, but she didn't say anything. After all, this was Sister Lin's own business, so there was no need to ask questions.

However, out of concern for Daiyu, Baochai reached out and held Daiyu's delicate hands, saying softly, "It's good that nothing happened. If you feel wronged, your brother-in-law will take care of it for you."

To be honest, Baochai really admires Daiyu, but given her indifferent personality, she probably won't interfere in Daiyu's private affairs.

The reason why he takes care of every detail for Daiyu is because the brother-in-law loves Daiyu so much that he loves her as well as her family.

Daiyu: "."

The grievances she felt were caused by her brother. What was the point of telling him?
Longcui Temple.

Inside the Zen room, Miaoyu, dressed in a Taoist robe, sat cross-legged on a cushion, holding a yellow-covered Buddhist scripture in her slender hands, reading intently, her cold eyes and brows full of concentration.

Not long after, the curtain outside the door was gently lifted up. However, Miaoyu was reading quietly and didn't pay much attention to it. Suddenly, a pair of familiar hands embraced her waist. She couldn't help but tremble. Her beautiful eyes opened and what came into view was the young man's gentle face.

As expected, the only one who could perform this familiar technique was Prince Beijing Shui Rong.

"What are you doing here, Your Majesty?" Miaoyu didn't even look at Shui Rong. She closed her eyes and continued to recite. Her cold voice rang out in the Zen room, with a sense of distance and indifference.

Shui Rong was used to Miaoyu's arrogance, so he didn't care. He held the beautiful woman's waist and lifted her hand, only to feel a softness. He said softly: "It's been a while since I had tea and talked about Taoism with Master, so I came here to reminisce."

Miaoyu felt the strangeness in front of her, and a blush appeared on her cold face. The familiar touch and the boy's willfulness made Miaoyu excited, and the straight hair under her Taoist robe slightly came together.

The young man is like this every time, doing things that force others to do, and has no mercy at all.

But she didn't know why, she didn't feel disgusted by the boy's willful and domineering behavior. She even felt a slight flutter in her heart. Every time she thought of the unbearable nightmare, she felt as if she were there herself.

But hearing the young man say something like "remembering the past" made Miaoyu feel uncomfortable. She was angry and shouted, "Your Majesty, please respect yourself. Longcui Temple does not welcome you. Die'er, please show me the way."

How could this be? Did he really think her place was some filthy place where he could allow a young boy to humiliate him?
Shui Rong didn't care when he heard that. He lowered his eyes and stared at the beautiful woman's cold jade-like face. He sneered and said, "Die'er has been sent away a long time ago. Nun Tai is crying out to the heavens and the earth for help but no one will answer. You should just obey me obediently. Otherwise, haha."

He was able to walk into the Zen room quietly. The maid Die'er was no longer there. At this moment, there were only him and Miaoyu left in Longcui Temple, but he was allowed to do whatever he wanted.

This immersive scene is truly heart-stirring.

Miaoyu listened to the dirty talk of the young man in front of her, her heart trembled, her face flushed, her body felt a little weak, her cold eyes looked at the young man, widened, and said angrily: "How dare you, I am a nun, don't speak nonsense."

Water soluble: "."

Look, Master Miaoyu is becoming more and more cooperative. This strong man's approach is really effective every time. He even feels that Miaoyu actually has some other attributes.

Pursing his lips, Shui Rong raised his eyebrows and said disdainfully: "You are not a monk, so I am not interested. Let the nun know the pros and cons today."

When Miaoyu heard this, her heart trembled violently, her graceful body shivered slightly, and an indescribable throbbing surged in the depths of her heart. When she was about to say something, she saw the young man approaching, and it was clear that her two rosy lips were being held, and she was unable to speak.

At this moment, Miaoyu felt even more ashamed and angry. She reached out to push the young man away, but he did not move. He even became more wanton and domineering, which made Miaoyu's heart tremble. She could not control herself. Her clear eyes gradually closed and her long eyelashes trembled.

Shui Rong pinched the beauty's chin and invaded her wantonly. He knew that when facing a proud and arrogant literary girl like Miaoyu, he should not say anything more to her. He should just confront her directly and everything could be solved.

I don't know how long it took, Shui Rong lowered his eyes and stared at his fingertips, his eyes were faintly sparkling, and he said jokingly: "It seems that Master Miaoyu is looking forward to my coming to taste tea and discuss Taoism. Now she is missing you so much that she has become sick."

Miaoyu saw this, her snowy face was already as gorgeous as clouds, her eyebrows and eyes were no longer cold as before, full of shame and indignation, her pearly teeth bit her pink lips tightly, and her cold voice was trembling a little, she said in a clear voice: "Your Highness is not here to taste tea and discuss Taoism, I will go to make tea now."

The evidence was right in front of her. What could she do to refute it? It would only be to humiliate herself.

This person is always like this, insisting on embarrassing her. Has it become a habit to tease her?
Shui Rong held the beautiful lady's waist, preventing Miaoyu from getting up. With his other hand, he grasped the beautiful lady's delicate hand and led her over. He leaned over and whispered softly, "Nun, why are you making tea at this time? Are you thirsty?"

Miaoyu was so ashamed when she heard this that her cold face burned hot. She turned her head and snorted coldly. Her voice was as cold as snow but with a hint of softness and cuteness, as if she was mocking him: "The dignified Prince of Beijing is actually a shameless villain who flirts with monks."

What is the meaning of thirst? She was not stupid, so she would not understand. Shui Rong chuckled, then stood up, stretched out his hand to press the beautiful woman's head, and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, if you dare to talk too much, I will poke your mouth into pieces."

Miaoyu felt ashamed when she heard the young man's condescending scolding, and she felt too embarrassed to face anyone.

She didn't know why, but since the boy started swearing, she unconsciously followed his tone, as if it was as natural as drinking water.

At this moment, the scent of the young man lingered around Miaoyu's upturned nose, her heart softened, her long eyelashes trembled between her cold eyebrows, and her cold eyes were as full as water.

The young man was so strong, what could she, a monk, do? She had no choice but to obey. She was forced to do so and it was not the first time.

Thinking of this, Miaoyu raised her trembling white hands, and after a few rustling movements, she leaned forward.

Shui Rong stared at the scroll with the word "静" (quiet) hanging on the wall, frowning and relaxing his brows. He stroked the beautiful woman's head with his hand and said leisurely, "Master, your mind is not at peace. You have been reciting scriptures in vain these days."

When Miaoyu heard this, anger was revealed between her sparkling eyes.

She understood what the boy meant. He was simply saying that she was not tactful enough. But she couldn't blame her. The boy hadn't been there for a while, so she was naturally a little unfamiliar with him.

This person treated her so badly and yet still bossed her around so arrogantly. It was really annoying.

Thinking of this, Miaoyu's heart was moved, with a little revenge in her heart, she pursed her teeth slightly.
"hiss"

Shui Rong couldn't help but let out a light cry, his delicate brows furrowed tightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the beauty with her hairpins swaying in her hair, feeling helpless for a moment.

The nun is actually being fussy! !
On the other hand, Xing Xiyan was staying in the prince's mansion with Daiyu and Yingchun. She was naturally calm and indifferent, and did not go to crowded places. However, she had her own close friends in the prince's mansion, so she often came to Longcui Temple to chat with Miaoyu.

At this moment, Xing Yuyan came to the door of Longcui Temple. When she was about to knock on the door, she found that the door was not locked. Without thinking much, she pushed the door open and went in, then closed the wooden door again.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xing Xiyan entered Longcui Temple, Die'er came back from the toilet. She didn't notice anyone walking into Longcui Temple, and they missed each other and just stood guard outside the temple.

Xing Yuyan entered the courtyard of Longcui Temple, but did not see Die'er. She thought she was serving inside, so she did not think much about it. She walked along the corridor to the outside of the Zen room and was about to reach out to open the curtain to enter.

"ah……"

Just as Xing Xiyan was pinching a corner of the curtain to lift it up, she suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the Zen room, which startled Xing Xiyan and made her hand stop.

At this moment, Xing Yuyan's peaceful face froze, her willow-leaf brows knitted tightly together, and she thought to herself, "What kind of voice is this Miaoyu's? Why is it so weird?"

When Xing Yuyan was suspicious, a charming voice with a hint of crying came from the Zen room, as if she was crying and complaining: "Prince."

"The prince is here too?"

Xing Yuyan was shocked, because she knew that the prince would drink tea and discuss philosophy with Miaoyu in his spare time, and they had met once last time.

But at this moment, Miaoyu is obviously not right. What on earth happened inside?
Thinking of this, Xing Yanyan didn't know why, as if possessed by a ghost, she gently lifted a corner of the curtain and tilted her head to peeking over.

In the Zen room, Master Miaoyu, who had always been elegant, pure, aloof and proud, was now being held like a child by the young man. Her snow-white skin was dazzling.

Suddenly, this scene with such a strong visual impact almost made Xing Xiyan feel like being struck by lightning. She stood there in a daze, almost shouting out loud, and quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Under her curved willow-leaf eyebrows, her pair of elegant bright eyes were wide open, shocked beyond words.

"This...what's going on? The prince and Miaoyu are actually in the meditation room during the day."

At this moment, the girl's bright eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows were no longer as elegant as before. Her snow-white cheeks instantly turned red like clouds. Her heart was beating "bang bang" non-stop, almost jumping out of her throat. Her mood was up and down, and she was at a loss.

"what happened?"

Xing Yuyan stared blankly at the frightening scene in the Zen room, all kinds of speculations arose in her mind.

"Miaoyu has a noble character and has never considered herself an ordinary person. Why is she like this now? Could it be that she is being forced by the prince's power?"

Xing Yuyan made some guesses in her heart, then secretly spat at herself, denying her own guess.

Although she had not had much contact with the prince, from her impression and the praise of the prince by people in the palace, she knew that the Prince of Beijing had always been humble and would never do anything to force others.

"Bah, to treat Sister Miaoyu like that, what a bullshit situation."

Her own sister Miaoyu was so noble, yet she actually had doubts in her mind. Thinking of her sister Miaoyu being humiliated like a child at this moment, Xing Xiyan's heart trembled, she bit her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, and couldn't help cursing in her heart.

No wonder I always feel that something is unnatural when I look at Miaoyu's face. It turns out that the girl's youthfulness is gone, and instead there is a more mature charm.

Although Xing Yuyan was indifferent, she was not unreasonable. She realized things belatedly at this moment.

Come to think of it, with such humiliation, how can one still maintain his innocence?

After a moment of silence, Xing Xiyan listened to the rustling sounds coming from the inner room, her beautiful eyes full of water. She thought about it and felt that it would be useless if she exposed the matter under the current circumstances. So she decided not to make it public for the time being. She would make plans after asking Miaoyu's opinion later.

Thinking of this, Xing Yuyan was about to leave, but before she could take a step, a voice from inside the Zen room came out again, as if whispering, "Miaoyu, has Miss Xing been accompanying you all this time?"

Hearing her own name, Xing Xiyan was startled. Her beautiful eyes turned slightly, but she did not intend to leave. She hooked a corner of the curtain and looked out again.

In the Zen room, Miaoyu's two plump breasts were resting on a square table, her cold face was burning hot, her closed beautiful eyes slightly opened to look at the young man, her eyes were moist, her voice was a little bit of Jiangnan Wu dialect, she murmured: "Well, I am both a teacher and a friend to you. She is usually free, so she comes to my place more often."

Shui Rong understood what he said, thought for a moment, then slowly walked forward and said softly, "Longcui Temple seems lonely with only you here. Miss Xing originally stayed in the Duke's Mansion. Since you two sisters are in the same situation, how about I find a way to get Miss Xing to come to the palace to keep you company?"

Miaoyu snorted, her long eyelashes trembled, her fair eyebrows and eyes moved beautifully, and she glared at the young man with her clear eyes.

When this man mistreats her, he is truly a bully, but when he cares about her, he is so considerate and thoughtful that makes people feel both annoyed and happy.

Biting her pink lips with her pearly teeth, Miaoyu snorted softly, and said with a trembling voice with a hint of sarcasm, "My lord, put away your little thoughts and don't think of taking advantage of Sister Yuyan."

Water soluble: "."

"I have been planning to take advantage of Miss Xing for a long time, but you don't want to return to secular life. I am afraid that you will be lonely, so I want to find someone to keep you company. I really don't know how to appreciate kindness."

As he said that, Shui Rong raised his hand and slapped him.

"Hmm~" Miaoyu groaned, and felt something trembling in front of her body, with a slight pain, which made her glare at the person.

She also knew what the boy was thinking, but she couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks.

Pursing her pink lips, Miaoyu said softly, "I will ask Sister Yuyan about this matter myself, so Your Majesty, don't worry about it."

In fact, Miaoyu also knew Xing Xiyan's situation. She came to the capital to find a place to stay. As long as she had a quiet place, she wouldn't care about anything else. If she could come to the palace, it would be a good place.

Shui Rong nodded after hearing this, but he didn't care. He had something important to do right now.
Outside the house, Xing Xiyan heard the conversation between the two and her heart trembled. In this situation, it didn't seem like Sister Miaoyu was forced by the prince's power. If otherwise, she wouldn't have talked about returning to secular life.

In other words, Sister Miaoyu volunteered.
At this moment, Xing Xiyan was extremely shocked. She didn't expect that Miaoyu, who had always been noble, would willingly fall into the world of mortals.

Just hearing her being talked about and saying that the prince was targeting her, the girl couldn't help but feel shy and her snow-white face turned red as blood.

Soon the sounds in the Zen room became more and more inexplicable, making the girl feel dry-mouthed and her hair was straight and the hair under her skirt came together slightly, as if something was beating.

After coming to his senses, Xing Yuyan was startled and almost ran away, leaving Longcui Temple quickly, not even paying attention to Die'er's surprised look, and walked along the corridor back to the courtyard where he lived. (End of this chapter)