Red Mansion Beijingwang

It was three quarters past midnight, the night was deep, and a full moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery-white light, as if covering the earth with a bright coat.

Wearing an egg-blue dress and with a pearl flower slanted on her head, Yingluo was holding a tray in her hand and walking along the corridor under the moonlight. When she reached the study, she was not allowed to enter.

The study was brightly lit with candles. In front of the desk, the gentle young man was sitting on a rosewood chair, holding a brush in his hand and writing with ink. His handsome face and eyes were focused, and under the reflection of the orange-yellow light, he exuded an incomparable temperament.

Yingluo looked at the young man with her beautiful eyes, stepped closer, and whispered, "My Lord, take a break. This is freshly cooked bird's nest, which is the most nutritious. Eat it while it's hot. I've let it cool down, so it's just right for me."

The beauty has a pretty face, her eyes are charming, and her body under her skirt is graceful. Compared with before, she is more mature and plump.

Upon hearing this, Shui Rong raised his eyes to glance at the beauty, and met Ying Luo's eyes that seemed to be filled with hope. He smiled knowingly, put down the pen, and took the jade bowl.

The beauty’s kindness is so great that we naturally cannot let her down.

Seeing that the prince had eaten the bird's nest, Yingluo was delighted, her pretty face was full of joy. She raised her eyes to glance at Qingwen who was standing beside her, and happened to meet her vixen eyes. She immediately raised her eyebrows, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of her lips.

You little slut, so what if you have a vixen face? How can you compare with me?

Seeing this, Qingwen's curved eyebrows stood up, and a surge of anger surged in her heart. She glanced at the young man who was eating with hearty eyes, slightly pursed her pink lips, and snorted.

Shui Rong heard a light snort and paused his hand holding the spoon. He raised his eyes to look at Qingwen who was standing beside him, then looked at Yingluo who was beside him, chuckled and shook his head, and ignored her.

Both of them served Shui Rong. One relied on her seniority to establish herself as a maid and show her authority, while the other had a stubborn temper and could not tolerate any injustice. She could not stand the other's behavior and they confronted each other, but because of the rules set by Shui Rong, she did not refuse.

In short, they just dislike each other and are just arguing with each other. There is no need to pay any attention to them.

Yingluo naturally heard it, and she glanced at Qingwen, then raised her hand and placed it on the boy's shoulder, massaging it gently while whispering, "Your Highness, it's getting late. How about I ask someone to prepare some warm water and help you take a bath later?"

Shui Rong thought about it after hearing this, and he would be done in a short while, so he asked Ying Luo to prepare warm water first. When the time was almost right, he nodded and said, "Okay."

"Hey~"

Seeing the young man agreed, Yingluo smiled sweetly, then raised her eyes to look at Qingwen, raised her willow-leaf eyebrows, and said in a domineering tone: "Qingwen, the prince wants to take a bath, go and prepare warm water."

Qingwen's peach blossom eyes stood up, staring at the proud Yingluo, and said in a gentle voice: "The prince ordered you, sister Yingluo, but I don't have this blessing."

This slut, it was clearly her turn on duty today, but not only did she come here on her own initiative to show her courtesy, she was also blatantly ordering her around.

Yingluo raised her eyebrows slightly, and her sparkling eyes rolled around under her willow-leaf brows. She immediately said angrily, "Your Highness, look, this little bitch Qingwen has no manners at all."

Qingwen looked at Yingluo's swaying body and the voluptuous figure in front of her. Her soft and tender voice emanated a delicate and artificial tone, which made Qingwen unable to bear to look at her. She turned her head away and secretly spat at her, "You slut."

Yingluo was showing off herself when suddenly her body trembled. It was obvious that her plump breasts behind her were changing. For a moment, a blush appeared on her pretty cheeks. Her bright eyes under her willow-shaped eyebrows were as full as water and she stopped making a fuss.

Shui Rong felt the beauty's softness, chuckled, and said, "Yingluo, go prepare some warm water. You will serve me tonight."

Upon hearing this, Yingluo was delighted. How could she not know what she could be served that night? She responded with a look of joy in her eyes and eyebrows, and then walked out with lotus steps. Before leaving the house, she paused and glanced at Qingwen, who looked embarrassed, and couldn't help but mock her in her heart.

That’s far from it!

Shui Rong felt amused as he watched Ying Luo walk away with her waist twisted and her steps cheerfully.

The little fights between the maids could sometimes arouse their ambition. In order to get his attention, they would naturally show off their skills, which added a lot of fun to Shui Rong.

Shui Rong glanced at Qingwen, whose face was gloomy, and then he fixed his gaze on her. He waved and said, "Qingwen, come here."

Qingwen's charming eyebrows trembled, and she stood still, looking at the young man with her charming peach blossom eyes, with grievance in her eyes, and said with pouty lips: "Just tell me what you want, Your Majesty."

It was clearly her turn on duty today, but who would have thought that Yingluo had taken her place since she came. Did she think she didn't notice those little moves?
The prince is always partial.

"Qingwen."

Hearing the call, Qingwen's delicate body trembled. She stared at the calm young man, biting her pink lips with her pearly teeth. She moved closer reluctantly, then lowered her head and said nothing.

Shui Rong stared at the shy girl and understood in his heart that it was true that the girl was "spoiled because of her favor", but under his subtle influence, she was still under control. Compared with the original novel, it was already very good.

He stretched out his hand, pinched the girl's chin and lifted it up, gazing at the girl's charming face. There was charm in her eyes and eyebrows, and she stood tall and graceful in a pink dress.

Qingwen's delicate body trembled, and under her curved thin eyebrows, she looked at the young man with a focused gaze. Her eyelashes trembled, and a faint rosy blush appeared on her snow-white cheeks.

The prince pinched her chin, perhaps he was going to kiss her.

Shui Rong felt the youthful and beautiful breath flowing through her fingers, her eyes moved slightly, and she said, "What grievances have you suffered, girl?"

Qingwen felt a sense of resentment when she heard the young man's words. It was obviously the prince who was partial to her, so shouldn't she feel wronged? For a moment, she felt extremely wronged.

With a mist in her peach blossom eyes, Qingwen choked up and said, "I am a servant of such status, how can I be wronged?"

Shui Rong frowned and said, "Why are you crying for no reason?"

He was also convinced. He neither beat nor scolded Qingwen. He just asked her a few questions, as if he was bullying Qingwen.

Seeing this, Qingwen felt even more wronged. A tear rolled down her delicate skin from the corner of her eye. She said angrily, "I'll cry for myself."

Water soluble: "."

How can this smell be similar to Lin Daiyu's? The only difference is "What does it have to do with you?"

Shui Rong knew what the girl was thinking. She was just a little bit irritated and had a bad temper. In this respect, she was similar to Daiyu, who could not stand being wronged.

But what is Daiyu's status, what is Qingwen's status, Daiyu has the confidence to be petty, what does Qingwen have? Just a pretty face.

After all, she has the body of a maid but the heart of a lady, and her "ambitions are higher than the sky."

But then again, a good-looking appearance is indeed an advantage to a certain extent. At least if Shui Rong hadn't been attracted by Qingwen's appearance, he wouldn't have looked at her differently.

If you don't believe me, try asking another nanny to say this to him. It's good enough if Shui Rong doesn't blast him out directly.

After a pause, Shui Rong pinched the girl's cheek and said, "Okay, it's just a matter of serving. There's a long way to go. Why are you in such a hurry?"

Qingwen's cheeks flushed and she felt a touch of joy in her heart. Although she was not well-informed, she was not an ignorant girl. How could she not know what the prince meant by serving her?

Her sparkling peach blossom eyes turned around, and Qingwen snorted, "Don't be so perfunctory, my Lord. You always treat me like this."

This was not the first time that the prince had said such things. He had been young before, but when he grew up, he would say "there is a long way to go", but he always disappointed people.

Look at the present, not to mention that Xiangling and Yingluo have been the prince's people for a long time, even Baoqin and Qiufang who are beside the princess, and Ying'er who is beside Bao-girl have basically become famous. Among the maids, she is the only one with an awkward status.

Shui Rong chuckled, stared at the pretty girl, and said with a slight move in his heart, "You and Ying Luo will serve together later, okay?"

When Qingwen heard this, her heart was shaken and a surge of joy surged in her heart, immediately enveloping her body and mind.

The prince asked her to serve him, which meant...
In the past, she also knew that the princess had served the prince together with Baoqin and others, and even Yingluo and Xiangling had served together, hugging him left and right. This was the prince's preference, and it was not strange to Yu Qingwen.

It's fine with other people, but it's really annoying with that slut Yingluo.

Thinking of this, Qingwen blushed, and her sparkling peach eyes blinked under her curved eyelashes. She said shyly, "My Prince, can you not come with Sister Yingluo? Otherwise, I will let Xiangling come too." Xiangling's hooves were clumsy, and it was better for her to see her than to be laughed at by Yingluo.

Shui Rong stared at the coy girl, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he said jokingly: "If you don't want to, I won't force you. I'll let you serve me next time."

Qingwen's delicate body trembled, her charming peach blossom eyes flashed, and her charming eyebrows seemed to be filled with a hint of struggle.

If we wait until next time, given the prince's temper, who knows how long it would take. By then, let alone getting close to him, I'm afraid even the opportunity would be cold.

Besides, if I retreat, the one who will be proud is Yingluo, that little slut.

Thinking of this, Qingwen hardened her heart, bit her pink lips with her pearly teeth, and replied, "I will obey the prince."

It's just being with that little bitch, what's the big deal? This is a good opportunity to overshadow that little slut so that she won't boss me around all day long.

Shui Rong couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. It turned out that healthy competition was conducive to growth. There would definitely be a lot of fun tonight.

This is the charm of female competition.

After a few moments of silence, Shui Rong bent over the desk holding the brush and said, "Okay, wait until I finish my bath before we talk. Now you just wait there obediently and don't make any noise."

Qingwen stared at the young man working at his desk. It was not appropriate to say anything more at this point, but her heart was already pounding with joy, anxiety and excitement. These three emotions intertwined together, making the girl's heart feel an indescribable throbbing.

After a while, Yingluo came in. Without even looking at Qingwen, she smiled and said, "My lord, the warm water is ready. It's in the side room. My lord, go take a bath!"

Shui Rong nodded without saying much. He put the brush on the pen holder and walked towards the side room. Ying Luo followed closely behind him, ready to serve at any time.

Seeing this, Qingwen, who was standing by, was slightly moved and wanted to follow the prince, but the prince had not said anything. She was afraid that the prince's previous words were just a spur of the moment statement. But if she didn't follow him... For a moment, a dilemma appeared on the girl's charming face.

"Qingwen, why don't you catch up?"

Qingwen, who was struggling with her feelings, couldn't help but feel happy when she heard this, and she hurriedly followed.

Seeing this, Yingluo was shocked. She thought the prince had enough of her, but why did he suddenly call for Qingwen? Could it be that...
As the prince's personal maid, how could she not guess what the prince was thinking? He must want her to serve Qingwen together with him.

Thinking of this, Yingluo felt complicated. You know, the two of them had never been close to each other, and now they had to serve the prince together, so it was inevitable that they would feel sick of each other.

She glanced at Qingwen and met her demonstrative eyes, which made Yingluo feel angry.

Looking at the little bitch's expression, it is obvious that she knew about it in advance. She is Qingwen, a shameless little slut who disregards everything in order to get to the top.

Humph, she is not afraid, so why should I be afraid? This is a good opportunity to put me in a position to suppress her in front of the prince and let her know what it means to be tolerant.

The three of them came to the side room, and saw a bathtub in the middle of the room. There was steam rising from the tub, and bright red rose petals were floating in the water, with a faint fragrance.

Before Shui Rong could say anything, Ying Luo quickly stepped forward, placed her delicate hands on the boy's belt, and said softly, "My lord, I will help you undress."

Shui Rong nodded, then opened his arms and allowed Ying Luo to serve him.

Seeing this, Qingwen thought that Yingluo was a little bitch who didn't follow the rules. She actually rushed to do the work without following the rules at all. She couldn't help but curse her inwardly.

But even though she cursed in secret, Qingwen had no choice but to swallow her anger. The two of them could dislike each other, but they could never be at odds or make a scene in front of the prince. This was the bottom line.

Yingluo helped Shuirong take off his coat, and then stuffed it into Qingwen's hands behind her, raising her eyebrows and saying, "Qingwen, hang up the prince's clothes."

After saying this, without waiting for Qingwen to refute, he began to undress Shuirong's inner clothes.

Qingwen was so annoyed that her teeth were itching, but she couldn't vent her anger, so she had to suppress her anger and hung the prince's clothes on the screen on the side.

As Yingluo was undressing her inner garments, she was secretly proud of herself, for she was the number one maidservant beside the prince, and it was no wonder that little bitch Qingwen talked back to her.

Humph, she can’t do anything about others, but among the maids around the prince, she is the boss.

As her clothes were removed, Yingluo's cheeks became rosy and her bright eyes beneath her willow-leaf brows looked at the tall and straight young man, her heart beating fast.

Come to think of it, there has been a period of time.
Shui Rong lowered his eyes and looked at the beautiful woman who seemed to be standing there in a daze. He felt amused in his heart, but did not say anything. He turned around and walked towards the bathtub and went straight into it.

At this time, Qingwen came forward holding a handkerchief and said, "Your Highness, I will wipe your back."

"Yeah." Shui Rong responded lightly.

Yingluo came back to her senses and looked up at Qingwen, whose jade-like face was full of provocation. She felt annoyed. She was distracted for a moment and this little slut immediately took advantage of the opportunity.

She bit her pink lips lightly with her pearly teeth, feeling quite helpless.

Just as Qingwen thought, she couldn't make a scene in front of the prince, otherwise he would get angry.

Shui Rong leaned against the wall of the bucket, enjoying the infiltration of the warm pool water, feeling comfortable all over. The girl's gentle wipe was like the brush of silk, and he felt extremely relaxed in his heart.

Shui Rong was aware of the little thoughts in the two people's minds, but he did not expose them. He watched coldly from the sidelines and even found their clumsy "fight" quite funny.

It is true that Shui Rong could force the two of them to submit, but the difference in temperament between Qingwen and Yingluo meant that they could only be convinced mentally, and it was only a temporary solution, not a cure for the problem.

Who knows, the accumulated chances may eventually lead to disaster.

Therefore, Shui Rong allowed some of their small fights. Although female competition was beneficial to Shui Rong, it also allowed them to expose their disagreements so as to avoid excessive exclusion.

After a moment of silence, Shui Rong looked at Ying Luo who seemed to be doing nothing, thought for a moment, and said, "Ying Luo."

Hearing this greeting, Yingluo's beautiful eyes lit up, and she walked forward quickly with a smile on her pretty face, saying, "My lord, what do you want me to do?"

Could it be that the prince dislikes Qingwen's poor cooking skills and wants me to take over?
At this moment, Qingwen was also startled. What she worried about was what the other party was thinking. There was a hint of embarrassment lingering on her beautiful face, and the little hand that was rubbing her back also relaxed.

Shui Rong didn't care. He stretched out his hand to pinch Ying Luo's chin, stared at the beautiful woman's pretty face, and said, "Go to the inner room and tidy up the bed, and warm it for me."

When Yingluo heard this, her face turned red, and her sparkling eyes looked at the smiling boy. She felt a little embarrassed and happy, and said in a trembling voice, "I know."

Although the prince didn't ask me to take over, he did ask me to warm the bed.

Shui Rong smiled, then let go of his hand, pinched the beauty's smooth face again, and said nothing.

Yingluo blinked her beautiful eyes, like a fluttering butterfly, her snow-white face flushed, and she left with a bit of embarrassment, walking towards the inner room.

Shui Rong leaned against the wall of the tub and ordered, "Qingwen, wash it cleanly and don't be lazy."

When Qingwen heard this, her heart skipped a beat. Her charming peach blossom eyes were full of water under her willow-shaped brows. She stood on tiptoe and reached out her slender hand.

She has been serving the prince for quite some time, so she knows what it means to wash cleanly.

Shui Rong frowned slightly, and then relaxed, feeling the warm embrace of Shui Rong and the light touch of her fingers. He felt a lazy sense of comfort and could not help but close his eyes slightly. His pretty face was full of comfort and contentment.

Life is all about enjoying life in time. (End of this chapter)