Red Mansion Beijingwang

inside the compartment.

As An'er was carried away by the nanny, Shui Rong and Zhang Pan'er were the only ones left in the room. Seeing this, Shui Rong, as a man, wanted to speak to break the silence. However, before he could say anything, he saw the beautiful woman swaying her body and walking towards Shui Rong.

A burst of fragrance blew into my nose, and then I felt a flash before my eyes. That bright and beautiful face came closer, and I kissed her and started to nibble on her.

Water soluble: "."

My nephew's wife had suffered so much injustice that she was not willing to wait even for a moment. Such an abnormal change caught Shui Rong off guard.

Well, just let her do what she wants!

Zhang Pan'er's face flushed, her charming eyes were stunned for a moment, she looked at the boy in front of her with a complicated expression, and asked faintly, "Are you tired of uncle?"

In the past, my uncle was always very cooperative at times like this, but now he wasn't very enthusiastic. Could it be that he really was bored and unhappy?

Shui Rong frowned, and there was a bit of complexity under his delicate eyebrows. He held the beautiful face of the beauty, leaned forward and pecked it, and said softly: "How could I be tired of Pan'er? I'm just a little surprised to see Pan'er so anxious."

I still remember that although my nephew's wife took the initiative to flirt with him, Shui Rong was still in the dominant position. But now, he didn't even need to say anything, and the person came up to him on his own initiative.

My nephew's wife really changed after giving birth to a child. She became especially clingy, and Shui Rong was a little overwhelmed at first.

Zhang Paner's rosy face was startled when she heard this. She glanced at the boy with her charming eyes, and put her slender hands around his neck, and asked softly, "Which one does uncle like?"

Shui Rong held the beauty's waist, chuckled, and said, "Each has its own style. As long as it's Pan'er, uncle likes it."

Faced with this kind of problem of choosing between two options, an experienced person like Shui Rong knows the answer well. No matter which one he likes, it will make the beauty feel a little dissatisfied. The best answer is to take both into consideration.

Zhang Paner was delighted when she heard this. Her beautiful eyes twinkled as she stared at the young man in front of her and said emotionally, "Uncle, I miss you."

This was true. Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she would think of her uncle. If she hadn't been so eager, she wouldn't have been so impatient to come up to him.

At this moment, Zhang Paner's bright face was flushed, her slender hands were trembling as she gently untied the boy's belt, her bright eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows were sparkling, as if covered with a layer of hazy mist, and her head was lowered.

Seeing this, Shui Rong felt helpless and even a little amused. He reached out and stroked the beautiful woman's swaying head, jokingly saying, "Pan'er, you don't miss me, but..."

Just now she was expressing her true feelings, but in the blink of an eye she became much more friendly than she was to him personally. I'm afraid she's not thinking about him as a person.

Zhang Paner's snowy face flushed like clouds. She raised her charming eyes and glanced at the young man. She was embarrassed and said, "Uncle Hu Qin, what are you talking about?"

What difference does it make? If it were someone else, how could Zhang Paner serve him?
Really, why do you have to ask in detail?

Shui Rong chuckled without saying much, and hissed softly. With his delicate eyebrows, he looked at the empty cradle, his brows furrowed and relaxed from time to time.

After a while, Zhang Paner raised her rosy cheeks, like a delicate peony, her beautiful eyes were full of charm, and she called out in a gentle voice: "Uncle~"

Shui Rong understood what he said and couldn't help but smile knowingly. He raised his eyes and looked around. His gaze fell on the beauty bed next to the cradle, and his heart moved slightly.

Without saying much, he pulled the beauty up, then picked her up and carried her towards the beauty bed.

Zhang Pan'er was delighted. She hugged the boy's neck with her white hands, stared at his handsome face with her beautiful eyes, and lowered her head towards the corner of his lips.

Seeing this, Shui Rong frowned, turned his head, and said, "Pan'er, stop making trouble."

She was restless for a moment. Was this still the gentle nephew's wife he knew? Looking at her appearance, she looked like a resentful woman in the boudoir. If he ignored her for a while longer, Zhang Pan'er might be swallowed up by loneliness and turned black into Jinlian and reborn.

Zhang Pan'er's face flushed red as she stared at the young man. Her bright eyes widened slightly under her willow-leaf brows. She said in embarrassment, "Uncle, you are...disdaining me."

He was the one who taught me these things, but now he is disgusted with them and even says that he is tired of me.

Shui Rong patted the beautiful woman's plump buttocks but didn't say anything. For something like this, if he said too much, it would just be excuses. It would be better to say nothing and show it with actual actions.

Sitting on the beauty couch, Shui Rong reached out to unbutton the collar of the beauty, and said with a smile: "Today you are the protagonist, uncle will let you do whatever you want."

Hearing this, Zhang Paner's heart skipped a beat. She glared at the boy with her charming eyes and spat inwardly.

What does it mean to let me deal with it at my own will, or does my uncle want to reap the benefits without doing anything else?

Looking at the young man lying on his back on the beauty couch, Zhang Pan'er's beautiful eyes flashed, and she bit her pink lips lightly with her pearly teeth. Without saying much, she untied her belt with her slender hands, and then piled up her skirt.

The beauty hummed softly and raised her pretty head. A long-lost sense of ease lingered in her heart, as if she was intoxicated. Her beautiful eyes slightly opened and she stared at the teasing boy. After secretly spitting, she said nothing more. She used her white hands to pull up her hanging black hair, and the slanted pearl hairpin swayed gracefully.

Shui Rong felt the beauty's gentle warmth and his heart moved slightly. He stared at the beauty's graceful figure. Her every frown and movement revealed her mature charm and seductiveness, which made people feel excited.

I have to say that my nephew's wife at this moment is truly an alluring enchantress.

After a while, the beautiful woman's plump body trembled, and the two long eyelashes on her snow-white cheeks quivered like a butterfly dancing.

Shui Rong chuckled, stroked the beautiful woman's jade back with his hand, tilted his head and pecked her jade neck, and whispered softly: "Thank you for your hard work, Pan'er."

He had never expected that the beauty could be so sad and resentful, as if she was drowning him. It was obvious that the loneliness during this period of time had made Zhang Paner suffer.

When Zhang Paner heard this, her heart was filled with warmth. Two rosy blushes appeared on both sides of her cheeks. She breathed softly and said nothing. She just felt a sense of peace.

It is hard work, but it is some consolation to have the young man's caring words.

Looking at the beauty's lazy appearance, she didn't even have the energy to reply, which showed how intoxicated she was before. Shui Rong couldn't help but smile in his heart. He turned his body to the side, leaving half of the space on the beauty bed for Zhang Paner.

Zhang Paner, who had completely lost all strength, let the young man toss her around. Her beautiful eyes, under her pretty eyebrows, looked at the cradle that was just a stone's throw away, and her snow-white face was flushed like a rosy cloud.

Shui Rong held the beautiful woman's shoulders, leaned close to her crystal ear, and asked softly, "Pan'er, have you and your son been doing well in the palace over the past year?"

Zhang Pan'er's pink face was flushed, her teeth were biting her pink lips, and her voice was trembling as she said, "An'er and I are fine, uncle, don't worry."

Under Shui Rong's delicate eyebrows, his sharp eyes flashed, and he said vaguely: "Did Prince Yong treat you and your son badly?"

The beauty was so resentful, as if she had been experiencing unhappy days for nearly a year. Perhaps it was because of Shui Rong's deliberate alienation that Prince Yong took his anger out on her and her son.

After all, Prince Yong's character is not a good person. Otherwise, how could he and his nephew's wife... This is all thanks to Prince Yong. Shui Rong didn't know what to say.

Zhang Paner's heart couldn't help but warm up when she heard that. She glanced sideways at the boy who looked like a child. Her snow-white cheeks were flushed, and her sparkling eyes were relaxed under her long eyelashes.

The young man must have taken the question to heart when he asked this question. This made Zhang Paner feel sweet, which was a world of difference between her and that cold and indifferent person.

Biting her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, Zhang Paner said in a clear voice: "No matter what An'er says, he is still the only heir in the name of Prince Yong's Mansion. Even if that person is cold and mean, he will not treat us mother and son unfairly in public."

This was true on the surface, but in private, although he was not treated badly, indifference was real. Apart from anything else, children are the most sensitive, but he was not close to that person at all, and would even cry when that person got close to him, which was enough to show his feelings.

Of course, since they are not biological father and son, there is naturally a difference. Just now, when An'er saw the unfamiliar Shui Rong, although he was a little shy, he was not distant. He was even fine when Shui Rong hugged him, which shows the closeness of their blood relationship.

Shui Rong paused after hearing this, and felt helpless. He could hear the underlying meaning in Zhang Pan'er's words. She had no shortage of food and clothing, but in terms of spiritual level, sometimes cold violence was more terrible. In fact, the crux of everything was Shui Rong's attitude. If he didn't treat Prince Yong coldly, Prince Yong would naturally value them, but if he was cold, he would vent his anger.

Having said that, there are hundreds of people in the Beijing Prince's Mansion, and it is impossible for him to change his ways just because of Zhang Pan'er and her son.

After a pause, Shui Rong said softly, "I'm sorry for the injustice done to you and your son."

There is nothing much to say at the moment, I can only say some polite words.

Zhang Paner lowered her delicate head slightly and looked at the young man. Her beautiful eyes flickered slightly under her willow-leaf brows, and tenderness was revealed on her fragrant and fair face.

In fact, she also knew that this was just a perfunctory remark from the boy, but the boy's pause made her know that he had some thoughts in his mind, and that was enough.

After all, she was well aware of the boy's difficulties. She didn't want much, and a small attitude was enough to comfort her.

Thinking of this, Zhang Paner gently stroked the boy's slightly frowned brows with her bare hands, with a look of joy on her face, and said softly: "Uncle, don't stay there, hold on..."

There is no threat from Prince Yong, and it won't be long before her uncle won't have to worry about her anymore. Right now, she doesn't want to think about anything else but moving towards a happy life with her uncle.

Hearing this, Shui Rong raised his delicate eyebrows, lowered his head slightly, and stared at the beautiful woman's delicate and gorgeous face, feeling some inexplicable emotions in his heart.

He didn't expect that Pan'er was no longer satisfied with the status quo and would actually take the initiative to bring up this matter.

Actually, there are countless beautiful women around Shui Rong, but they all have some kind of half-hearted attitude towards him. Currently, only Zhang Pan'er seems to have mentioned it on her own initiative.

How to say it, Pan'er's transformation is too thorough, it has already reached the ceiling level.

But since the beauty said so, he naturally would not refuse. He stood up and hugged the beauty without waiting for her reaction.

At this moment, Zhang Paner hugged the young man's neck tightly, her plump body trembling, her beautiful and bright eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows closed, and there was a beautiful color between her eyebrows.

Shui Rong gently lifted the beautiful woman's plump buttocks and said jokingly: "Pan'er, you..."

Pan'er is really in a complicated mood today.

Zhang Pan'er's heart trembled, her beautiful eyes were full of charm and seductiveness under her willow-leaf brows. She glanced at the young man and said shyly, "Uncle, stop talking."

She didn't know why, but her heart was so restless today.

Even so, the young man should not expose it. His uncle is always like this, always liking to make fun of people. But at this moment, Zhang Paner does not despise it, but rather enjoys it.

Shui Rong chuckled, raised his eyes and looked around, then carried the beauty towards the bed.

Zhang Paner's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she felt a little lost in her heart. It turned out that she couldn't live without a piece of wood.

When he came to the bed, he put her down, and then took her hand and placed her on the wood carving. During this process, the beauty mostly let the boy do what he wanted. Suddenly, the boy attacked, and the beauty's snow-white cheek was pressed against the wood carving.

Staring at the young man, Zhang Paner's beautiful eyes were filled with charm and she couldn't help but glare at the young man.

The noise they made was just like the stray cats and dogs I saw before.

Before the beauty could say anything, her heart suddenly trembled and she couldn't help but let out a sweet moan. Her snow-white face became charming, like a delicate red plum.

Sure enough, my uncle is still the uncle with wonderful ideas.
An unknown amount of time had passed. Shui Rong was now sitting in front of the table, holding Zhang Pan'er in his arms. Before they could separate, Shui Rong took a cup of tea from the table, handed it to the beautiful woman, and said with a smile, "Pan'er, have a sip of tea to moisten your throat, otherwise..."

He didn't expect that Pan'er would be so unruly today. That kind of carefreeness made Shui Rong even more excited. He couldn't control his emotions and lost his temper.

Zhang Paner leaned her delicate head in the boy's arms, her body was soft, her snow-white face was as rosy as the clouds, she gave the boy a look with her affectionate eyes and moved forward to drink tea.

This person, I don’t know whether to say that he cares about me or he didn’t forget to tease her at the last moment. The reason why I am like this is because I don’t know how to behave myself as a young man.

After feeding him a cup of tea, Shui Rong said, "Do you think people outside will hear it?"

Zhang Pan'er didn't take it seriously. Since she dared to be so presumptuous, she must have something to rely on. Originally, she was the mistress of Prince Yong's Mansion, but she didn't pay much attention to the management of the mansion in the past. However, since she became discouraged, she took advantage of the time when Prince Yong was concentrating on the court and replaced all the disobedient people except the guards around him.

Now, the people in my courtyard are all my own people, there is no need to worry. Otherwise, do you think she can do it without anyone noticing?
Having said that, but
Zhang Paner looked up at the young man, her face full of charm, and she smiled softly, "If he heard it, he would hear it. If he gets to his ears, he will help us clean up the mess."

Shui Rong understood what he said. Just as Zhang Paner said, the dispute between them was exactly what Prince Yong wanted. Even if he had to use Prince Yong's master bedroom, he would probably make the bed ready to welcome him. If anyone dared to say something naughty, he would be the first to disagree.

After thinking for a while, Shui Rong reminded them: "Let's be more careful. If we make too much noise, it will alert Prince Yong, which will be bad for you and your son."

They deliberately fell into Prince Yong's scheme. Once he found out something was wrong, Shui Rong would be fine, but Zhang Pan'er and her son would have a hard time.

After all, this is no longer a matter of color, but more of the humiliation of Prince Yong being teased. Adding the two together, nothing can be too much.

Hearing the young man's reminder, Zhang Pan'er's heart warmed. Even in an indifferent environment, that faint light can warm people's hearts.

Biting her pink lips with her pearly teeth, Zhang Paner leaned over to kiss the boy on the cheek and said playfully, "Don't be afraid, he is not sick. If uncle is interested, we can go in front of him and make him angry to death."

Shui Rong's heart skipped a beat when he heard that. His pretty face froze in silence for a while, and he whispered, "Don't talk nonsense."

What he said was that he had hooked up with his nephew's wife and wanted to make his nephew angry to death in front of him. He could imagine that scene. It would be more spectacular than having his intestines pierced. How much resentment does his nephew's wife have? She is even more cruel than Jinlian!

As expected, when a woman turns evil, she is so beautiful that it is hard to describe her as a femme fatale. It is really chilling.

Zhang Paner's plump cheeks were as rosy as rosy clouds, and her beautiful eyes rolled their eyes at the young man, secretly cursing in her heart.

Originally she was just joking, but when she said this, the boy felt a little nervous, which showed that his uncle was not a good person either, and was wicked to the core.

But having said that, Zhang Paner didn't take it to heart. He didn't care what that person did. Maybe he would be very happy if he really humiliated him in front of that person.

Zhang Paner leaned her delicate head in the boy's arms, not breaking the silence, and peacefully enjoyed the brief peace.

Shui Rong pursed his lips, gently patted the beauty's plump buttocks, and said softly: "Pan'er, it's getting late, I should go back too."

The purpose of coming to Prince Yong's Mansion was to visit. If he stayed too long, it would easily arouse other people's speculation. Therefore, Shui Rong could not delay. Besides, he could not stand the fight with his nephew's wife now. If he stayed any longer, it would probably never end.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Pan'er felt a little reluctant, but she also understood the situation, so she did not insist. Besides, it would not be long before her uncle would not be so concerned after the obstacle was gone.

Getting up from the boy, Zhang Paner frowned slightly, and her slender hands couldn't help but stroke her belly. She couldn't help but say, "Uncle, should I take contraceptive soup?"

Shui Rong paused after hearing this, raised his eyes to look at the beautiful woman with sparkling eyes, and said with a smile: "No need, just give birth if you want."

He doesn't have to worry about anything when dealing with Zhang Pan'er, as he has Prince Yong's endorsement.

Zhang Paner was delighted. What she cared about was not whether to have a child or not, but Shui Rong's attitude. Faced with the boy's kindness, if time did not permit, she might have pounced on him.

Don't worry, once the obstacles are gone, everything will be fine. (End of this chapter)