Red Mansion Beijingwang

In the clean room, the candlelight on the table flickered, dim and unclear. The dim light was reflected on the beautiful woman's snow-white face, which was sparkling and revealed a bit of strange charm.

"Who!"

The maid Qing'er raised her voice to ask, but she didn't know who it was and why they came to look for her at such a late hour.

"Has my nephew's wife rested?"

A gentle voice sounded, which made Zhang Paner's heart tremble. She raised her head and looked towards the door. Her beautiful eyes under her curved eyelashes were slightly hurt, and there was a look of surprise between her eyebrows.

This is not my uncle's voice.

Qing'er knew what the girl was thinking, so she hurried forward and pulled out the bolt. After opening the door, she saw the pretty face under the moonlight, which seemed to be shrouded in an indescribable aura. Her eyes froze for a moment, and she immediately lowered her head and turned sideways to make way.

Shui Rong walked straight in and stared at the isolated figure, his eyes flickering slightly.

The plain white dress of the beauty could not hide her graceful figure. Her unmade face showed a hint of fatigue, and her crystal eyes were full of resentment, making her look even more charming.

A woman should be pretty and filial. The ancients were right.

At this time, the maid Qing'er looked at the quiet atmosphere in the room, her heart moved slightly, she quietly left the clean room, closed the door quietly, and went to watch the situation.

In the dead of night, when a man and a woman are alone, even if they don't have to fight to the death, they should at least talk to each other from the bottom of their hearts. She understands all of this.

As Qing'er left, Zhang Pan'er's heart moved. Her fair face smiled softly. Under her willow-shaped eyebrows, her crystal eyes looked at the boy with resentment. She opened her red lips and asked, "Why is my uncle here?"

I just mentioned my uncle earlier, but I didn't expect that he would be here in the blink of an eye. He came to look for her at this time, so he must not be idle, right?

Shui Rong stared at the beautiful widow and said, "I passed by here after finishing my work in the side hall and saw the lights were on in the house, so I came to take a look."

Zhang Paner: “???”

Are you really just coming here to take a look?

Although my uncle has been often in Prince Yong's Mansion during this period and the two have had many interactions, they have been very well-behaved and have not done anything beyond the line.

For the beauty at this stage, what she needs is a touch of spiritual warmth, but now there is someone beside her... It's like putting fish in front of a cat but not letting it eat, which makes her feel very upset.

Listening to the young man's polite words, the beautiful lady felt a sense of loss for no reason.

Zhang Pan'er narrowed her beautiful eyes and lowered her head slightly, as if she remembered something. She moved to the table, picked up the teapot with her delicate hands, poured a cup of tea, and said, "Uncle, you must be tired. Sit down and have some tea."

Shui Rong looked at the beautiful woman's slightly bent figure. Her delicate body wrapped in her skirt was graceful like a crescent moon. It was so moving that his heart could not help but move and he took a step forward.

Zhang Pan'er was pouring tea when she suddenly felt the plump body behind her change. Her body trembled involuntarily, as if she had been electrocuted. The tea that flowed down vertically fell and spilled on the table. The beautiful woman's snow-white face turned red, and her heart was shy and happy.

She said that her uncle must not be a simple and reliable person when he came over late at night. She thought that she was not new to her and that her uncle was tired of her, so he distanced himself from her. Who would have thought that her uncle was just the same as her and endured it in his heart.

Zhang Pan'er bit her pink lips lightly with her pearly teeth, her crystal eyes under her curved eyelashes were as clear as water, her heart was pounding, but she did not stop it. She just put down the teacup, put her slender hands on the table, and let the boy play with it.

Shui Rong said, "There are many people in Prince Yong's Mansion, so it's not a good idea to get too close to them. It will make Pan'er feel wronged."

Even though he often helped out at Prince Yong's Mansion, there were countless people paying tributes there, and with Yuanchun by his side, he had to be cautious.

To be honest, facing his pitiful niece-in-law, he had long wanted to hold her in his arms and comfort her, but now that he had come to this quiet temple, he could not hold back.

Being kind and gentle to women is a good virtue.

Zhang Pan'er's delicate body trembled, she bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her cheeks were as red as clouds, and a feeling of joy surged in her heart.

To be sure, I felt a little aggrieved, but with the boy's words, those grievances were not worth it. On the contrary, because of the torment during this period of time, my longing for him became even stronger.

Shui Rong's eyes moved slightly when he saw this, and he came forward and asked softly, "My nephew's wife, is she missing you?"

Zhang Paner's heart beat fast when she heard that. It seemed that she had reached the limit of her restraint. She could not help turning her snow-white face over and looking at the gentle boy with her beautiful eyes. Without saying a word, she put her slender hands around the boy's neck, moved forward and started to nibble.

At this moment, no matter how much she said, it would be useless. Actions were the most sincere. She really missed her uncle.

Feeling the beauty's sincerity, as if she was venting her dissatisfaction, Shui Rong couldn't help but smile knowingly. His nephew's wife was really very aggrieved.

The beauty seemed to be immersed in it, with her head swaying as she walked farther and farther away. At this moment, she saw the young man holding her shoulders. Zhang Paner was stunned and raised her pretty face to look at the young man, blinking her watery eyes.

My uncle likes it very much, so why is he still keeping me in suspense?

Shui Rong understood what was going on, and he looked into the beautiful woman's suspicious eyes, feeling a little complicated.

In my impression, Princess Yong has always been a gentle, dignified, virtuous wife and loving mother. However, as I got to know her more deeply, I never expected that my nephew's wife was so generous in private, and seemed like she was addicted to drugs and couldn't leave them.

After a pause, Shui Rong asked jokingly, "Pan'er, who are you thinking about?"

She starts showing off her eloquence right away. Is she inseparable from Shui Rong, or is she inseparable from Shui Rong's strengths?

Zhang Pan'er's face was as hot as fire. She pursed her pink lips and glanced at the boy with her charming eyes. She said angrily, "Uncle, why do you have to tease me?"

This was not the first time he had teased her like this. Why did her uncle really enjoy seeing people embarrassed?

Shui Rong smiled knowingly, raised his hand and lingered in front of the beautiful woman's heart, a touch of tenderness flowed from his fingertips, and said: "Pan'er, if you don't say it, your uncle will leave."

Zhang Pan'er's delicate body trembled, her snowy face flushed red, and she felt the strangeness in front of her. Her voice began to tremble as she said, "Of course. Of course I want to."

The beautiful woman suppressed her emotions as she said these words, and a surge of shame welled up in her heart that she could hardly control. But somehow, as if as the words came out of her mouth, her heart felt vented, and she felt relaxed and refreshed.

Shui Rong couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard that. He liked his nephew's wife even more and thought Pan'er was a wonderful person.

Zhang Paner was so ashamed and angry when she saw that the boy was still making fun of her. She looked at the boy's handsome face with her beautiful eyes and said angrily, "Uncle is still making fun of me."

It's really mean that you have to say it yourself and then laugh at yourself after saying it.

But despite saying so, the beauty did not feel annoyed, but felt very happy. There was a vague and indescribable strange feeling in her heart.

Shui Rong looked at the red corners of the beautiful woman's eyes, which seemed a little swollen. He reached out and stroked them gently, saying with pity: "Thank you for your hard work. After Prince Yong is buried in two days, you and your son will be at peace."

Keeping vigil is not just about watching, there are also many cases of crying. During this period of time, he saw his nephew's wife crying with his own eyes, the tears were so loud that they could flood the Yongwang Mansion.

I have to say, there is some truth to the saying that girls are made of water.

Zhang Paner's heart warmed when she heard this. Her beautiful eyes flickered slightly. She leaned forward and said with a sweet breath, "Uncle, please."

Shui Rong was shocked when he heard the words, and thought to himself what a witch she was. Then he said no more, raised his hand, pressed the beautiful head of the beauty, and slowly moved down.

There was a "snap" sound, like a bamboo joint breaking, crisp and loud.

At this time, Zhang Pan'er put her hands on the table, turned her head, and looked at the boy with watery eyes on her rosy face as she looked at the boy with shyness and anger.

Why did he beat her for no reason? This uncle of mine loves to bully people more and more.

Shui Rong held the beautiful woman's waist and said jokingly with a smile: "Pan'er, don't you like it? You just..."

Zhang Paner's heart skipped a beat and her cheeks turned red when she heard that. She didn't know why, but the boy's slap seemed to have magic, making her tremble with fear.

Her beautiful eyelashes trembled, and she bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. Her beautiful eyes reflected the young man's handsome face, and she whispered, "Uncle, will you come to see me and An'er in the future?" Just as the young man said, after Prince Yong was buried, they had nothing to worry about and were able to live in peace. But without their uncle, they felt like something was missing.

Shui Rong paused, stared at the hopeful look in the beauty's eyes, and said, "Prince Yong is not here, and I have no reason to go to Prince Yong's Mansion."

In the past, he could use Prince Yong as an excuse to get together with his nephew's wife, but now that both of them are gone, it is not convenient. He can't go after an orphan and a widow, that would be asking for trouble.

Zhang Paner felt disappointed when she heard this. She probably guessed it, so she asked this question.

"Pan'er, pay attention." Shui Rong raised his hand and slapped.

At this moment, the beauty was actually distracted. To put it mildly, she was not doing her job seriously. To put it worst, she was disrespectful to her uncle and was extremely humiliating.

"Hmm~", Zhang Paner let out a sweet hum from the wings of her nose, and her delicate head raised involuntarily, her slender black hair falling down, and her crystal snow-white back, reflected by the orange-yellow light, showed a strange rosy blush.

Shui Rong frowned, his eyes fixed, and he thought to himself how sensitive the beauty was.

At this time, Zhang Pan'er's face was flushed, and her delicate body seemed to have the fever, and then it became limp. She didn't know how she was beaten like this by her uncle, and she couldn't help herself.

Shui Rong helped Zhang Pan'er up, embraced the silver moon in front of the beauty, leaned close to her snow-white jade neck, and smelled the fragrance lingering in her nose. He whispered in her ear: "Don't worry, although it's not convenient for me to go to your place, you can bring An'er to visit Beijing Prince's Mansion more often."

Not only Zhang Pan'er was reluctant to let go, but Shui Rong was also reluctant to give up his relationship with his nephew's wife.

Zhang Paner was startled when she heard that. Her beautiful eyes, which were slightly closed, opened a little, and her crystal clear eyes flashed with a bright color.

The relationship between the women in the rear house was originally legitimate. Considering that she and Yuanchun were sisters, it was reasonable for her to visit Prince Beijing's mansion with such friendship.

Moreover, because there is no Prince Yong, there are no political taboos. Precisely because there is no Prince Yong, it is normal for the Prince Yong's Mansion, an orphan and a widowed mother, to be close to the Prince Beijing's Mansion.

Feeling the strangeness in front of her, Zhang Paner's face flushed, she pursed her lips and replied softly, "I'll listen to my uncle."

She didn't want to sever her relationship with her uncle. Now that she had a reason, if she missed her uncle in the future, she could just go find him.

Shui Rong leaned close to the beautiful woman's ear and said, "Okay, it's uncle's turn."

Zhang Pan'er's heart was moved, and then she saw herself being lifted up by the young man. Her snow-white face turned rosy, and her heart was filled with shyness and joy.

She had experienced her uncle's bravery and it always made her heart tremble.
I don't know how long it took, Zhang Pan'er's face turned rosy, she pursed her pink lips, looked at the boy with her charming eyes, and said in a soft and charming voice: "Uncle, it's done."

Shui Rong looked relaxed, lowering his eyes to look at the beautiful lady's charming face, and nodded slightly, saying, "Pan'er, it's getting late, I have to go back now."

I originally took some time to come here to comfort my nephew's wife, but now it's time to go back.

Zhang Pan'er felt sad when she heard this, but she also understood her uncle's difficulties. She propped up her soft body, ignoring the exposed snow-white shoulders, and raised her slender hands to help the boy straighten his clothes.

When Shui Rong saw this scene, a strange feeling surged in his heart. First, he thought of the neatness, and then the clothes. He did not expect that his nephew's wife had been trained to be so well-behaved and sensible. He could not help but feel a sense of pride.

After tidying up a bit, Shui Rong said no more and left the house.

Another quiet and clean room.

Yuanchun, dressed in a light and elegant dress, sat on a stool, rubbing her forehead with her slender hands. Her plump face showed a hint of fatigue, as if she was exhausted.

Baoqin came forward with a teacup and said softly, "Young lady, have a sip of tea to moisten your body. I will fetch you some warm water later so that you can wash up and rest early."

Welcoming and seeing off guests is not an easy job. For the orphans and widowed mother in the Yongwang Mansion, the affairs of the back hall fell on the shoulders of the young lady. Besides, this was not her job to begin with, and it took a lot of effort to coordinate them.

During this period of time, she witnessed with her own eyes how hard the girl worked.

Yuanchun nodded slightly, took the tea and took a sip, then asked, "Baoqin, where is the prince?"

Baoqin blinked and said, "I think he is still in the side hall. Come to think of it, this is originally the business of Prince Yong's Mansion, why did it trouble us?"

There is a difference between internal and external affairs. Shui Rong is in charge of external affairs, while internal affairs are handled by Yuanchun. But it is precisely because of this that Baoqin couldn't help but feel a little complaining.

Other people's affairs are a burden to their masters.

Yuanchun frowned, looked at Baoqin, and said, "This is something ordered by the emperor. It represents the honor and favor of our prince. How can you, a girl, still not understand?"

Admittedly, they were involved a lot in the matter of Prince Yong's Mansion, but as Yuanchun said, Prince Yong was the son of Emperor Yongkang, and was specifically managed by their Imperial Household Department, which to some extent was a sign of their respect for Prince Beijing's Mansion, treating it as one of their own.

It was precisely for this reason that Yuanchun helped without reservation and tried her best to manage the situation.

Baoqin stuck out her tongue and responded softly, trying to get away with it by being cute. She just complained a few words on behalf of her masters and didn't have any other thoughts.

Pursing her pink lips, Baoqin took the initiative to change the subject and said, "Miss, how about I go to the side hall to look for the prince later?"

It was getting late, and it was impossible for her prince to still be busy, so she went to the side hall to look for him, firstly for her girl, and secondly for easier arrangements, to see if she should prepare more hot water.

Yuanchun raised her eyebrows, thought for a moment, and said, "No need to disturb the prince."

After he is done with his work, the prince will naturally come back. If Baoqin is asked to go look for him and outsiders find out, they might even make fun of the prince, which would be a waste of time.

At this moment, the door was pushed open. Yuanchun looked in the direction of the voice and saw her own prince coming back. Her bright eyes lit up slightly and she stood up to greet him, saying, "My husband is here."

Shui Rong nodded slightly, feeling a little guilty and didn't look at the beauty.

Baoqin was unaware of his presence. She looked at the young man with her beautiful eyes and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, I am going to fetch some water for the young lady to wash up. It is a good opportunity to get some more water so that I can help Your Majesty wash up as well."

Shui Rong looked at Bao Qin and replied, "Well, ask the host for more warm water. I want to take a bath."

His whole body was soft and greasy, and he would not feel refreshed if he did not take a shower. If he had not been away from home and it was not inconvenient, he would have taken a shower long ago. He just walked around outside to get rid of his fragrance before coming to look for Yuanchun.

Alas, there's nothing we can do. It's his fault for cheating outside.

"I understand. I'll go right away." Baoqin responded and went downstairs to get some warm water.

At this time, Yuanchun came forward, her bright eyes reflecting the handsome face of the young man, with a hint of fatigue, and said with concern: "Husband, you must be tired, sit down and have some tea first."

Shui Rong felt strange in his heart. He was a little tired, but it was not the tiredness that Yuanchun had imagined.

Sitting down, Shui Rong took a sip of the tea handed to him by Yuanchun, stared at the beautiful woman's plump face, and said, "You have worked hard, too. After these few days, things will be easy later."

Hearing the young man's comforting words, Yuanchun's heart warmed up. Her crystal eyes twinkled under her willow-shaped eyebrows. She said softly, "I am just chatting with the female relatives. It is not very hard. But you, Your Majesty, have to greet and see off guests. After you take a bath, I will give you a massage."

Shui Rong was touched when he heard this. Wild flowers are fresh and nice, but the flowers at home are the most important.

Holding the beauty's soft hand, Shui Rong gazed at her bright face and said softly, "You are tired too. There is no need to be so troublesome. After taking a bath, we can rest early."

Yuanchun smiled sweetly, and leaned her beautiful head into the young man's arms, her heart filled with joy and sweetness.

Other couples respect each other like guests, but only they are harmonious and sweet. With such a good husband who understands her well-being, what else can she ask for?

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Yuanchun, leaning in the young man's arms, was slightly startled. The faint scent of rouge in her nose was obviously not right.

At this time, Yuanchun was in mixed emotions. Her husband was good in every way except for his lustful nature. Her nephew had been buried and was still in a solemn temple. How could her husband still have the mind to steal wild flowers!
Alas~ It’s hard to be the head of the household if you are neither deaf nor dumb. As long as your husband doesn’t cross the red line, you can just ignore other things!
But then again, this fragrance is not hers, and the harp that follows her is not hers either, so whose fragrance is this? Which wife did the husband steal? (End of this chapter)