Red Mansion Beijingwang

Beijing Prince's Mansion, Cuicui Temple.

Inside the Zen room, Miaoyu sat upright on a brocade cushion, looking at Xing Yuyan who was sitting opposite her. There was a hint of unnaturalness on her cold jade face, and her usually calm heart became uneasy.

Ever since they forgot that Xing Xiyan was in the inner room, the two of them had been avoiding each other on purpose for some time. However, the affair between her and the young man could no longer be ignored. This act of covering one's ears and stealing the bell was even more tormenting for Miaoyu, making her almost insane.

After careful consideration, Miaoyu finally decided to confront Xing Yuyan.

Pursing her pink lips, Miaoyu said softly, "You also understand the matter between me and the prince."

After the words were spoken, Miaoyu did not feel embarrassed. Instead, she felt a sense of relief that she had to get them out, which made her troubled heart feel a little relieved.

Xing Xiyan looked up at Miaoyu's relieved expression, and she understood everything in her heart. She thought they were avoiding her because they were pretending to be ignorant as they did in the past. When Miaoyu invited her, she had all the guesses. As she thought, Miaoyu was going to show her cards.

After a pause, Xing Yanyan nodded slightly and said, "It's a good thing for you that you can walk out of the railing."

Xing Xiyan obviously understood Miaoyu very well. Although she looked aloof and indifferent, she was actually a poor person who was bound by herself.

Neither a monk nor a layman, you think she is talking nonsense.

When Miaoyu heard this, her heart moved slightly. She looked up at the quiet girl, with a hint of relief in her cold eyes. After all, she was someone who understood her.

She became a nun at a young age and spent her whole life as a monk. Do you think she wants to endure such a hard life?

As a young girl, she also wanted to play and put on makeup like other girls, but her identity restricted her.

Just as the young man said, her six senses were not pure, so she obeyed the young man's "oppression" reluctantly, and now she is accustomed to it.

Now that the words have been spoken, Miaoyu no longer hesitated. Her cold and jade-like temperament once again appeared on her face. She said calmly, "'Everything in the world is impermanent, but everything has its own regularity. It is difficult to judge right from wrong.'" Since this is the case, I will bear all the sins."

As a Buddhist nun, she had private exchanges with others and even did dirty things in the simple meditation room, which was disrespectful to the Buddha. Although all of this was "forced" by the young man, it would not have happened if she had not obeyed.

In fact, if she hadn't met that unreasonable "strong man" boy, she would not have accepted him.

Hearing this, Xing Yuyan raised her demure jade face and looked at Miaoyu. Her bright eyes twinkled under her willow-leaf brows and she smiled and said, "It's not as serious as you said. If you can't get over this, just return to secular life."

Love between men and women is common sense, and it is too serious to say that it is a sin. Miaoyu is just obsessed with her identity as a nun.

However, the identity of the nun Miaoyu is also very mysterious. Otherwise, why didn't she shave off her three thousand strands of hair that were like a waterfall? It was because she had some concerns in her heart, so she practiced with her hair intact.

Miaoyu was startled when she heard this, and a faint smile appeared on her jade-like face. She said calmly, "The prince did mention this to me, but... well, let's just leave it like this for now!"

Miaoyu still had concerns about returning to secular life. Even though she was a Buddhist who kept her hair uncut, she was still a member of the Buddhist sect. It was against etiquette. If this got out, she would be gossiped about by countless people.

Xing Xiyan remained silent, holding the teacup on the table with her bare hands and taking a sip, a faint, barely noticeable blush appeared on her quiet face.

She knew that the prince had mentioned this matter, and she had heard it clearly behind the curtain last time. However, when she thought of this matter, she couldn't help but recall the young man's bravery, and a feeling of shame welled up in her heart, so she drank tea to cover up her embarrassment.

Miaoyu noticed that Xing Xiyan was acting strangely. As smart as she was, she immediately understood what was going on. After all, the scene of that day was like a thorn in her throat, lingering in her mind all the time, and it was hard for her not to understand.

But Miaoyu had said everything now, and her mood was much calmer. Since they were talking about the issue of men and women, Miaoyu couldn't help but pay attention. She pursed her lips and changed the subject: "What are your plans for the future? What arrangements are there at home?"

When she was in Suzhou in her early years, she was a neighbor of Xing Xiyan's family. She knew that Xing Xiyan's parents were greedy for small profits and were ruined by alcohol.

Now Xing Yuyan is old enough and handsome. Given the personalities of those parents, there is a high probability that they will use Xing Yuyan as a bargaining chip to gain benefits from it.

Girls, especially pretty ones, are generally helpless.

Then again, given Xing Xiyan's family's difficult financial situation and her alcoholic parents, they were able to raise a daughter with such a gentle temperament as Xing Xiyan. It was truly like a lotus flower blooming in the mud.

Upon hearing this, Xing Yanyan frowned and whispered, "I don't know."

Her parents had always treated her coldly, so how could they discuss these things with her? In all likelihood, they had sold her out and only informed her.

To be honest, she is able to have knowledge now because of Miaoyu's teaching. Otherwise, she might not be able to read a single word.

Therefore, in Xing Xiyan's heart, she was still very grateful to Miaoyu, because it was Miaoyu who opened a new door for her.

Miaoyu was slightly startled when she heard this. She stared at the melancholy hidden between Xing Yuyan's eyebrows and understood. After a moment of silence, she said in a clear voice, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Try the tea I made!"

Xing Xiyan took the teacup handed to her by Miaoyu and smiled lightly. The friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water, long-lasting and intimate. This is the relationship between her and Miaoyu.

Jingshui Tower, in the second floor wing room.

Zhang Pan'er was sitting on a brocade cushion in front of the table. The beautiful lady's clear and bright eyes were staring at the teacup on the table in a trance. Her heart was filled with melancholy and a bit of nostalgia.

It was in this place that her hearts were connected with her uncle's, allowing her to break free from the quagmire and live the life of a normal woman, taking care of her husband and children.

Now that she has a son and her life is going well, she should be happy, but at this moment, there is still a hint of melancholy in the beautiful woman's eyes.

She originally thought that her uncle would come to visit her and her son as soon as she gave birth to a son, but who would have thought that her uncle would avoid her like that. Since she gave birth to her son, not only did he not come to see her once, he didn't even say a word to her.

Indeed, Li Ren knew in her heart that she had agreed with her uncle that she would only have one child. Now that she had a child, and a real boy, it was only right for her to retire after accomplishing her mission.

But having said that, a husband and wife are bound by a hundred days of grace. She and her uncle have been husband and wife countless times. Even if they don't have a deep friendship, there should at least be some attachment between them.

Even if there is no love between husband and wife, at worst the child is her uncle's eldest son, and she doesn't care.

She thought she had found some spiritual comfort, but who would have thought that in the end life was still like a dream. However, the beauty did not blame her uncle in her heart. After all, they had agreed on it, so how could she blame him?

Now that things have come to this, we can only say that it is fate that plays tricks on us!

Just when the beauty was feeling sad and melancholy, the door was pushed open, and a warm figure walked in. It was the comforting uncle Shui Rong.

"Uncle, you are here." Seeing the young man arrive as scheduled, Zhang Paner was delighted. A smile spread across her pretty face, and her bright eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows were as full as water.

Although the boy avoided her, he finally came after receiving her invitation.

Shui Rong nodded, staring at the beautiful lady's graceful face. Her delicate eyebrows showed a mature charm. He said softly, "Pan'er, I haven't seen you for a while. How are you these days?"

Seeing that the young man was concerned about her first, Zhang Pan'er felt a warm feeling in her heart. Her eyelashes trembled and she said softly, "Everything is fine. Thank you for your concern, uncle."

After all, she is still in the boy's heart.

Shui Rong stepped closer, reached out and held the beautiful woman's soft little hand, and said with a smile: "Do we have to be so distant between you and me?"

Zhang Paner's heart was shy, her pretty face slightly heated up, her pair of bright eyes were like a red spring, crystal clear as water, she lowered her head and responded softly.

She had given birth to a son for the young man, so there was no need for them to be estranged.

Shui Rong stretched out his hand and pinched the beauty's chin, staring at her increasingly charming cheeks. His eyes moved slightly, and he leaned forward, holding the beauty's peach-like lips and grabbing them wantonly.

Although he avoided the Prince Yong's Mansion, he missed his nephew's wife's "filial piety" very much. Now that he was invited by the beauty to meet privately, he had to savor it. Zhang Pan'er was delighted by the boy's wantonness. She put her slender hands on the boy's shoulders and raised her head slightly to facilitate the boy's grasp.

He couldn't wait to see her as soon as they met, which showed that his uncle missed her very much.

After a while, Shui Rong smiled at the beautiful woman whose body was already soft, and said jokingly: "Pan'er, you..."

Zhang Paner was shy, her snow-white face was rosy, her bright eyes were full of water, she glared at the boy with her charming eyes, without saying a word, she let the boy sit on the brocade cushion and immediately stepped on him.

She had originally been worried that her uncle would distance himself from her, but now that she had seen clearly that her uncle had stood up straight, how could she not know what he meant.

Zhang Paner let out a grunt, and felt the resentment in her heart suddenly disappear, her mind shaken.

Uncle is still the same uncle, still handsome and extraordinary, making people miss him.
Shui Rong was not idle either. He swam among the mountains and rivers, feeling the fragrance of nature. He said in a somewhat stammering voice, "Pan'er, why did you want to see me today?"

It is obviously inappropriate to ask the reason for the meeting as soon as you meet, but now that you are so close, it is time to ask. After all, given Zhang Paner's personality, she should be more than just greedy for something.

If she was really a greedy person, she would not have been able to live in harmony with Prince Yong for so many years.

Zhang Paner opened her beautiful eyes a little, and her fiery face rubbed against the boy's delicate face like a cat, and said softly, "That person asked me to come."

Although she missed her uncle very much, she still had her own principles. Since the young man did not take the initiative to meet her and her mother, it was obvious that he was avoiding her. In this case, she had to suppress the throbbing in her heart.

But Prince Yong became anxious when he saw Shui Rong's indifference, and asked her again and again to come find Shui Rong. Zhang Pan'er couldn't stand his pressure, and at the same time she was moved in her heart, so she finally invited him with the mentality of giving it a try.

Fortunately, the boy did not let her down and really came to see her.

Shui Rong's eyes moved slightly when he heard this. As he thought, he knew that Prince Yong had some intention in it. After all, Prince Yong had been treated coldly by him a lot in recent times!

Letting Zhang Paner come over now is obviously for the purpose of adopting a roundabout tactic to find out Shui Rong's attitude.

After a few moments of silence, Shui Rong twisted his hands and explained softly, "The Yongwang Mansion is now a big place that attracts attention. I can't get involved. I'm sorry to have wronged you and your son."

Emperor Yongkang's attitude towards the Prince of Yong's Mansion made Yong's Mansion a popular place to attract attention. All eyes from all parties were on Yong's Mansion. At this time, Shui Rong was still in close contact with Yong's Mansion, which put him in the spotlight.

As for Zhang Pan'er and her son, Shui Rong was indeed aggrieved, and there was nothing wrong with that. After all, Zhang Pan'er gave birth to their son, and that was Shui Rong's blood. She gave birth to a son for you, so what else could you say?

Zhang Paner's delicate body trembled, and the bright eyes beneath her willow-leaf brows glared at the boy with a hint of resentment, not knowing whether it was because the boy did not know the seriousness of the matter, or if she finally remembered the son she had given birth to him.

Pursing her pink lips, Zhang Paner's breath was as fragrant as orchids, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her white forehead, her cheeks were as bright as rosy clouds, and she whispered, "Yes, I know."

She knew what the young man meant. When she and her son were alone in Prince Yong's Mansion, she had also thought about this, but she was just not sure.

Now that the young man had said it himself, the last bit of resentment in Zhang Paner's heart was released.

Water soluble: "."

With this obsessed look on your face, you tell me you know, but you know nothing. It seems that he has suffered for a long time, and once he was liberated, he didn't know how to restrain himself.

But if you think about it carefully, you can understand it. Just like Zhen Hua, the two nephews' wives have been hungry for so long because of their pregnancy and confinement, so they have no self-control.

Forget it, I'll just go with Zhang Pan'er. If I don't let her have her fun, she'll probably feel wronged.
After a while, two rosy blushes appeared on Zhang Paner's bright face, her hair was disheveled like a waterfall, and her sweaty black hair covered half of her beautiful face. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and her curved eyelashes were trembling constantly.

Shui Rong reached out and pushed aside the black hair covering the beauty's face, and jokingly asked, "Are you satisfied?"

Zhang Paner opened her beautiful eyes slightly when she heard that. Seeing the young man's playful expression, she felt embarrassed. She hadn't seen her uncle for a while and missed him very much. In addition, she thought her uncle wanted to draw a line between them. She felt melancholy and therefore couldn't help herself when faced with her uncle's initiative.

Pursing her pink lips, the beauty leaned her head on the boy's shoulder, her bright eyes under her curved eyelashes flowing charmingly, and she said softly: "Uncle, when will you come to see our son?"

As a mother, she has to meet her uncle, and the child also has to meet his father.

Shui Rong's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard that. He reached out and held the beauty's two plump breasts. He stood up from the brocade cushion and replied softly, "Take a look when you have time!"

In the near future, he has no plans to go to Prince Yong's Mansion. As for when he will be free, that depends on the circumstances.

Zhang Pan'er put her white hands around the boy's neck, her heart trembled subconsciously, her snow-white face turned rosy, and her bright eyes were sparkling under her curved eyelashes.

This is not the first time, how could the beauty not know the young man’s intention.

However, Zhang Paner understood the boy's perfunctory words. She felt disappointed, but also understood. She pursed her lips and said softly, "How about uncle give our child a name?"

Shui Rong raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and was stunned. Although the child was his by blood, Prince Yong was nominally the father of the child. Logically, Prince Yong should be the one to marry the child.

But now it seems that Prince Yong did not name the child, and asked him to name the child, undoubtedly in order to make him closer to the child and thus gain more support from Prince Beijing's Mansion.

After a pause, Shui Rong said, "How about just the word 'An'? I hope the child will be safe and sound."

As the child's biological father, there is nothing wrong with giving the child a name, and Shui Rong still has to meet this requirement. He doesn't expect the child to have too much power, just that he is safe and sound.

Zhang Paner's beautiful eyes lit up slightly when she heard this. The meaning of peace and safety coincided with her idea. She didn't care about Prince Yong's ambitions. She just hoped that her child could grow up safely and smoothly.

"Well, just call me An'er." Zhang Pan'er responded softly.

Shui Rong nodded, his eyes slightly turned, and then he continued: "As for Prince Yong, just tell him that I will help him when he needs it, and ask him to be more restrained during this period of time, and not to be so attentive."

It would be fine to just find an excuse to get rid of Prince Yong. Anyway, it is not up to Shui Rong to decide whether he needs it or not.

Zhang Paner understood what he said, and after responding, she said softly, "Yes, I understand."

The young man gave her an excuse to fool Prince Yong, obviously because he was worried that she would be forced by that man. This thought warmed Zhang Pan'er's heart slightly, after all, he still had her in his heart.

What the young man didn't know was that Zhang Pan'er had already made her own plans. Although Prince Yong appeared to like An'er, he was actually very cold and indifferent to her behind others' backs.

After all, the child is not his. In a sense, both she and the child are a disgrace to Prince Yong, and he will settle accounts with them sooner or later.

She was well aware of Prince Yong's cold-heartedness.

With this in mind, Zhang Pan'er could no longer turn a blind eye, not only for herself but also for her son.

Besides, looking at her uncle's perfunctory look, she knew that he also felt that the man was a headache, so if that was the case, she couldn't be blamed.

Of course, she didn't want to tell the boy these things.

"Hmm~"

While the beauty was thinking, she suddenly felt her heart tremble. She gave the boy a look with her beautiful eyes and tightened her hands around the boy's neck.

Shui Rong smiled knowingly upon seeing this. Pan'er seemed to be becoming more sensible. So Shui Rong didn't care about anything and held the beauty in his arms.

Suddenly, the house was filled with the sound of orioles chirping, and the air was filled with the spirit of spring. (End of this chapter)