Red Mansion Beijingwang

The solemn nunnery suddenly became quiet.

Miaoyu's eyes, as clear as a spring, looked at Shui Rong and Xing Yuyan from under her curved willow-leaf eyebrows. She opened her red lips and said, "What do you mean by that, Your Majesty?"

Looking at the shyness between Xing Xiyan's eyebrows, could there be something going on between these two?

Shui Rong did not answer immediately. He walked forward and sat down on an empty cushion. He looked up at Miaoyu's beautiful face and said, "Master, I haven't tasted your fresh tea for a while. Could you please make me a pot?"

When Miaoyu heard this, her curved brows slightly frowned, and a hint of dissatisfaction appeared on her cold face. "I'm a poor nun, but the young man didn't care and even asked her to make tea."

Meeting the young man's attentive gaze, Miaoyu's mind changed slightly, and she stood up and went to the side of the nunnery to get the tea set.

According to her previous arrogant character, she would never give a good face, but as time went by, under the young man's actions, Miaoyu subconsciously obeyed him and it became a habit.

Every time the young man came to Longcui Temple, he would first brew a pot of fragrant tea and then taste it carefully.

Xing Xiuyan looked at Miaoyu's departing figure. The solitude made her heart ripple. There was a hint of shyness between her eyebrows. She stood up and said, "My Lord, I won't disturb you and Master Miaoyu anymore. I'll go back first."

Shui Rong looked at the girl's nervous and shy appearance, chuckled, and asked, "Sister Yan is avoiding me like a snake and scorpion, and can't stay here for a moment?"

In fact, Shui Rong knew that Xing Xiyan had no admiration for him, but it was her parents' order that left Xing Xiyan with no choice but to enter the palace in a daze. She was still quite uncomfortable when facing him.

Of course, Shui Rong didn’t feel that Xing Xiyan disliked him, it was just that she was indifferent and peaceful in nature, and in her heart she just treated him as a prince.

Xing Xiuyan heard the address of "sister", her delicate body trembled, her beautiful cheeks slightly flushed, and she explained softly: "That's not what I meant, it's just..."

After her mother's consolation, she was mentally prepared. If the two were alone, she would not avoid the prince like the plague. She just felt a little embarrassed when facing the prince, especially in front of Miaoyu, which would be even more embarrassing.

But how can I say this out loud?

Shui Rong looked at the shy face of the girl and understood what was going on. To put it bluntly, it was because they were not familiar with each other. When they got to know each other better in the future, they would not be so unfamiliar with each other.

Thinking of this, Shui Rong said, "Sister Yu Yan, don't be nervous, let's just sit down and chat."

Hearing this, Xing Yanyan looked at the young man with her bright eyes under her beautiful brows. Her snow-white face hesitated for a moment, but she didn't want to say goodbye and leave, so she nodded slightly and sat down again.

The prince has said so, if she still insists, it will be her fault.

At this time, Miaoyu came in carrying tea sets. She looked at the two people sitting upright with her clear eyes, her beautiful eyes flashed, and then she sat down on the futon, placed the tea sets meticulously on the table, and started to make tea.

Shui Rong looked at Miaoyu's smooth tea-making skills, which were full of elegance in every move. He secretly praised her and asked softly, "How is Master Miaoyu these days?"

I don't know if this method can be used on myself, can it still be so elegant?
Miaoyu paused, a trace of melancholy appeared on her crystal-clear face, and she said quietly: "I am a poor nun in the nunnery, chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha's name every day, which makes my heart pure. Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

Living in a nunnery, there were very few things she could do. Instead, because of her ill-fated relationship with the young man, she was like a canary in a cage, waiting to be fed by her master.

Shui Rong felt quite amused when listening to Miaoyu's sad voice. The solemn and dignified nun who seemed to be out of touch with the world in the past now seemed like a resentful woman in the boudoir.

The nun, who was proficient in Buddhist teachings, failed to convert the demons. Instead, she was infected by the demons and gradually became corrupted.
Miaoyu saw the young man remained silent and snorted in her heart. She looked at Xing Yuyan with her beautiful eyes and asked meaningfully, "Your Highness said Yuyan is one of our family members. I wonder what that means?"

She had asked this question before, but the boy changed the subject. Now she was curious about how the boy would answer and whether it would be what she thought.

The silent Xing Xiyan's heart trembled, her delicate head drooped further, her slender hands clenched the embroidered handkerchief, her snow-white face was dotted with rosy red, and she was filled with shame.

Shui Rong didn't take it seriously when he heard this. He met Miaoyu's cold and bright eyes and said with a smile, "I made an agreement with Sister Yuyan's father two days ago. Now Yuyan is your sister, so how can we not be a family?"

Xing Xiyan's delicate body trembled, and she raised her blushing cheeks to glance at the young man, with shyness lingering between her eyebrows. Then she lowered her head again, feeling somewhat relieved in her heart.

Miaoyu looked at the shy Xing Xiyan with her beautiful eyes, her snow-white face showing surprise. She didn't expect that Xing Xiyan had become the prince's woman.

Miaoyu obviously knew something about Xing Xiyan's father. It was definitely not as simple as the prince said. It seemed that Xing Zhong took the initiative to send Xing Xiyan to his home for the sake of wealth and fame.

The prince's words gave Xing Xiyan a little face. Otherwise, Xing Xiyan would have lost all face.

Well, although the prince is a bit absurd, he is still very kind to his daughters. If he leaves her alone, who knows who Xing Zhong will let Xing Yan marry in the future for the sake of wealth and fame. If she is unlucky, her life will be ruined.

Besides, after Xing Xiyan knew about her own affairs, even if she avoided talking about it and pretended nothing happened, she knew the truth after all. Now Xing Xiyan herself has become the prince's person, so she will no longer have this knot in her heart.

Thinking back then, Miaoyu had the same idea.

Miaoyu seemed to remember something, her snow-white face flushed, her cold eyes glared at the boy from under her curved willow-leaf eyebrows, and she spat, "What are you talking about?"

What sisters, what family? Even if it is true, you can't say it!

Shui Rong stared at the shy face of the beauty, chuckled, then glanced at Xing Yuyan who lowered her eyebrows and eyes, and said meaningfully: "Sister Yuyan knows about our relationship, so there is nothing to be shy about."

"you"

Miaoyu's body trembled when she heard this, her jade-like cheeks flushed like clouds, her clear eyes were full of water under her curved eyelashes, and her heart was filled with shame.

Miaoyu had no way of refutation when she heard this. After all, Xing Yuyan did know about what was going on between them, and she might have even overheard it.

Xing Yuyan, who lowered her eyebrows and eyes, was not much better. She recalled the scene of peeping that day. Her bright eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows were filled with a layer of mist, and her heart was trembling.

Originally they had been avoiding talking about it, but they never thought that the prince would speak out against it when the three of them got together. It was really too humiliating.

At this moment, Xing Yuyan was overwhelmed with shame and embarrassment, and she wanted to escape.

If she had known that the prince was coming, she would not have put herself in such a dangerous situation.

When Shui Rong saw this scene, he understood what was happening. To put it bluntly, it was social death. Once this kind of thing was talked about, it would be nothing. Instead, it was a good thing for them.

Seeing Xing Xiyan's chin almost hanging down in front of her, Shui Rong felt amused. His eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly leaned forward and asked, "Sister Xiyan, did you fall when you climbed through the window last time?"

Xing Yanyan trembled when she heard this. Thinking of her embarrassment that day, she felt too ashamed to face others. She raised her fiery red cheeks, glanced at the young man with her beautiful eyes, and said angrily with a slightly trembling voice: "Prince~"

You know it, but why did you point it out to her? You even asked her about the window climbing incident. This is not caring at all, you are clearly teasing her. You are really too social.

Shui Rong's heart was slightly moved. It was a rare sight to make the usually indifferent Xing Xiyan show the shyness of a little girl. As the saying goes, a girl's shyness is the most attractive. At this moment, Xing Xiyan was becoming more and more attractive.

Shui Rong couldn't help but stretch out his hand to pinch the girl's chin, feeling it was soft and tender. He raised his hand slightly and stared at the girl's shy face with his eyes flashing.

Xing Yanyan's delicate body trembled, and her cheeks suddenly turned red. She felt the touch on her chin, and was shocked. She didn't expect the prince to pinch her chin. She stared at the boy, and his handsome face was reflected in her clear and crystal eyes. When their eyes met, she saw the boy suddenly move closer.

"No~"

The touch of his lips startled Xing Yuyan's heart. Her beautiful, crystal clear eyes widened and she felt shocked and shy. For a moment, she stood there in a daze, as if she were a wooden chicken.

As the young man attacked her slowly and leisurely, Xing Xiyan came to her senses a little, and then an extreme shame surged in her heart. She subconsciously wanted to push him away, but the young man seemed to know that she was retreating, and one hand had already clasped her head, leaving her in a dilemma.

At this moment, Xing Yanyan was upset by the young man's sudden attack and had no idea what to do. She was like a duckweed in the wind, letting the storm attack her.
Miaoyu's heart was pounding as she looked at the two people who were entangled with each other. There was a hint of surprise between her cold brows. She turned her head slightly and spat inwardly.

She never expected that the boy would be so absurd as to bully Xing Yuyan in front of her.

But for some reason, Miaoyu could not help but take one more look. Her jade-like face was flushed, and her clear eyes were misty under her curved willow-leaf eyebrows. She was sitting cross-legged and looked a little embarrassed.

Now that she had seen Xing Xiyan's embarrassed scene, she felt that the situation between them was even. However, looking at Xing Xiyan's wide-open almond eyes, Miaoyu couldn't help but secretly spit.

I'm afraid that Yu Yan was so shocked that he didn't even close his eyes.

No one knew how much time had passed, but hot steam began to bubble out of the spout of the teapot on the table, which made Miaoyu's heart skip a beat. Her snow-white face turned red with shame, and she spat at herself in her heart, lowered her beautiful head, and gently fanned herself with a palm-leaf fan in her slender hands.

Others are obsessed with each other, and she is fanning the flames. What kind of thing is this?

After a moment, Xing Xiyan's body had become soft, her snow-white face was as rosy as clouds, her beautiful eyes were affectionate under her curved eyebrows, her bright red lips exhaled a fragrance like orchid, and her mind was in a trance.

The young man had just seized her wantonly and tyrannically, as if he was selecting her for the first time, without giving her even a chance to breathe. The girl was ignorant and could not withstand such a scene. She felt it was just a dream and had not yet come to her senses.

Shui Rong held the girl's shoulders, embraced the blushing Xing Yanyan, leaned over to the girl's crystal earlobe, and whispered softly: "Sister Yanyan is so sweet and lovely."

Xing Yanyan's delicate body trembled when she heard this. She raised her head and looked at the young man. Her beautiful eyes were as clear as water. She said angrily, "My Lord, please stop talking."

What a sweet and lovely thing! It makes me shy just by listening to it.

The prince was the same. He suddenly came closer and did not give her any chance to dodge, catching her completely unprepared. She had thought about biting him at first, but as she thought about accepting the token, she gradually closed her beautiful eyes and let the young man do as he pleased.

Thinking back on it now, I feel so ashamed.

"Your Highness, would you like some tea?" At this moment, a cold voice came, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Shui Rong looked up and met Miaoyu's shy and angry eyes. The beautiful woman's snow-white face was flushed like a rosy cloud, and her slightly heaving body seemed to be silently expressing her dissatisfaction.

You are being affectionate in front of me, as if I don't exist?
"ah!"

Xing Xiyan screamed, and her beautiful face turned red. She was so embarrassed that she had the strength to push the boy away. She then sat up straight, with her delicate head lowered, her slender hands twisting the embroidered handkerchief.

He was so distracted by the young man that he even forgot Miaoyu was there. He was so embarrassed that he couldn't face anyone.

Shui Rong understood what was going on and glanced at the shy Xing Xiyan. His eyes flickered slightly under his delicate brows. He raised his hand and knocked on the table without saying a word.

Miaoyu raised her beautiful eyes and glanced at the young man. She immediately picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea. She handed the young man the green jade bowl and said in a clear voice, "My Lord, please have some tea."

The shy Xing Xiyan's heart moved when she heard the words, and she looked up at Miaoyu, her heart filled with surprise.

If I remember correctly, Miaoyu was aloof by nature and never showed any respect. But now, in front of the prince, she looked like a maid serving tea and water. Was this still the noble sister Miaoyu?
Shui Rong took the green jade bowl, and with his other hand he grasped Miaoyu's wrist, then pulled her in front of him and asked jokingly, "I remember that Master Tai and Sister Yanyan were neighbors for several years, and you taught Sister Yanyan how to read, so you can be considered her master. Now you should fulfill your duty as a master and teach Sister Yanyan!"

Miaoyu was not aware of it for a moment, and her body tilted uncontrollably, causing the ties tied to her bun to sway. Before she could ask angrily, she heard the young man's words, which puzzled the beauty. She asked in a clear voice, "What does the prince mean?"

She was indeed as the prince said, she was both a teacher and a friend to Xing Xiyan, but why was she bringing up this matter now and asking her to teach? What could she teach at this moment?

Making tea? Or writing poetry?
Shui Rong stared at the beautiful woman's puzzled face, a smile on his lips, and without saying a word, he put his hand around the beautiful woman's white jade neck, then moved up an inch, grabbed the beautiful woman's head and suddenly moved down.

Miaoyu was startled, and her delicate head leaned on the boy's arms in an instant, her straight nose filled with the boy's scent, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes full of tears under her clear eyebrows, and her heart felt extremely ashamed and annoyed.

This damn bastard, what he said was teaching, actually meant something like teaching, bah.

Miaoyu raised her beautiful head, looked up at the young man, and cursed: "You are dreaming, I will never do such a thing, and I will let you humiliate me for nothing."

As she spoke, Miaoyu glanced at Xing Yuyan, who lowered her eyebrows and eyes, with a hint of panic between her eyebrows.

It would be fine if the two of them were alone, but now that Xi Yan is here, how can she face the public by doing such a dirty thing in front of him? This bastard's bad taste is really annoying.

At this moment, Xing Xiyan's mind was also attracted by Miaoyu's harsh words. She glanced at the two of them and wondered in her heart what on earth the prince wanted Master Miaoyu to teach her that caused such resistance from the Master.

Shui Rong reached out and lifted a strand of hair from the beautiful woman's forehead and put it behind her ear. He stared at her shy face and said softly, "Master, let's not talk about the teacher-student relationship between you and Sister Yanyan. You usually call yourself a monk. Haven't you heard that "If I don't go to hell, who will?" Right now, you are needed to lead by example. Why are you still obsessed with it, Master?"

Miaoyu raised her eyebrows and said tenderly, "Don't use those crooked theories to oppress me. This is just a means for you to achieve your own dirty goals."

"If I don't go to hell, who will?" This is the Buddhist principle that can be used at this moment. The young man in front of her always does this, misinterpreting the Buddhist principle to argue with her.

Besides, she claimed to be a nun, but she had affairs with others in secret and defiled the nunnery. At this moment, she did not look like a nun at all.

Shui Rong saw Miaoyu's resistance, his eyes flickered, and after a few moments of silence, he leaned close to the beautiful woman's earlobe and whispered, "Master, we are now a family, there is nothing to be shy about. You were watching secretly before, don't think I don't know."

Miaoyu's body trembled when she heard this, her beautiful eyes were filled with shame and anger, and she couldn't help but spit and curse in her heart. This man knew that she was peeking, but he still entangled with Xing Yuyan, which was clearly humiliating her.

Shui Rong didn't care, and said in a playful tone, "Could it be that the nun likes me to use that strongman method? If so, I don't mind, and I will definitely satisfy the nun."

Miaoyu's cheeks flushed red, her teeth bit her pink lips tightly, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

She also liked the boy's strong methods. It was obvious that the boy himself liked it. The first time he tied her hands and tortured her in all kinds of ways, but she was still half-hearted, and it became entangled.

Just as she was feeling embarrassed and annoyed, Miaoyu suddenly felt a force coming from behind her neck, and her delicate head could not help but lean forward. Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, Miaoyu cursed in a low voice twice, and after a little thought, her slender hands untied the boy's belt. There was a rustling sound, and then the sound of bamboo joints was heard.

The burning feeling on her cheek made Miaoyu's heart tremble. She glanced at Xing Yuyan who turned her head away with her beautiful eyes, and moved closer shyly.

Xing Yanyan on the side shyly turned her head away. The strange sound coming from her ear aroused her curiosity. She turned her head slightly and glanced over. She saw the young man was full of vigor and vitality, while Sister Miaoyu was
This scene made Xing Yuyan's heart tremble greatly. She stood there for a while, at a loss as to what to do.

Sister Miaoyu is a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. How could she do such a thing? Doesn’t she find it dirty?

Shui Rong's brows relaxed slightly, and he stared at Xing Xiyan who was in a daze. The corners of his mouth curved into an arc, and he picked up the green jade bowl on the table and said with a smile: "Sister Xiyan, have some tea." (End of this chapter)