Red Mansion Beijingwang

Inside the inner room, candles flickered on the elevated platform, the orange light was dim and unclear, the evening breeze came slowly through the carved windows, blowing the silk of the green skirt hanging on the screen, like a willow swaying in the wind.

On the bed, Yingluo was lying on her side, half-covered by the brocade quilt, revealing a patch of snow-white skin. A slender hand was resting on her delicate head, and her waterfall-like black hair was scattered on the pillow. Her pretty face was flowing gracefully, and her beautiful eyes were looking at the pearl curtain, just like a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes placed on the shallow corridor, eagerly waiting for their owner.

Soon, the beaded curtain was lifted, and the young man walked in happily. Yingluo's sparkling eyes lit up, and she said in a coquettish voice, "The prince is here, the bed is warm."

Shui Rong lowered his eyes to look at the half-exposed fullness, secretly praising Ying Luo's growth in his heart, feeling quite smug. He chuckled and roared, but said nothing, and walked towards the bed.

Qingwen, who was following closely behind, had a flushed face. Seeing Yingluo's free-spirited attitude, she secretly cursed at her slutty attitude and followed her with graceful steps.

Shui Rong sat down on the bed, stretched out his hand to pinch the beauty's chin, stared at her beautiful face, and scolded with a smile: "Little slut, you are quite self-aware."

Speaking of which, Yingluo was the first one to try something new. People always have inexplicable emotions about being the first.

When Yingluo heard the name "little slut", her mind was distracted, and she remembered that when she first served the prince, he teased her like this. That was her sweetest memory.

Biting her pink lips with her pearly teeth, Yingluo blinked her beautiful eyes and said playfully, "Doesn't your Majesty like it?"

In the past, she would feel ashamed in front of the prince, but now she didn't know how many times she had been tormented by the prince. Her heart was filled with the prince's image, so how could she still be shy?

Besides, she also knew that the prince sometimes quite enjoyed the kind of playful and flirtatious tone. Otherwise, how could he have fallen for Qingwen, that slutty vixen.

Shui Rong's smile deepened, but he didn't say anything. After getting on the couch, he lay on it and said, "Help me massage it first."

"Hey."

Yingluo responded when she heard it, and immediately, regardless of her exposed body, she sat on the side of the bed, and put her slender hands on the boy's shoulders and began to massage them.

Seeing this, Qingwen, who was standing by, blushed and turned her head away. Judging from Yingluo's natural words and actions, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a slut.

But even so, Qingwen still felt a little bitter in her heart. The prince had someone to take care of him, but she was just standing there like a piece of wood, not knowing what to do.

Do I have to be so shameless as to take the initiative to move forward?

Thinking of this, Qingwen looked at the enjoying boy with her peach blossom eyes with resentment. Just then she met the boy's playful gaze. Her heart skipped a beat and she lowered her head with a flushed face.

Shui Rong chuckled and called out, "Qingwen, come up and help me massage your shoulders."

The bed was spacious enough for Yingluo and Qingwen to sit on each side.

Qingwen's delicate body trembled, her slender hands twisted the embroidered handkerchief, she raised her drooping head slightly, and glanced at the young man with her charming peach blossom eyes, her heart pounding.

Although she looked "fierce" before, in the final analysis, she was just showing off her feelings.

Actually, Qingwen was not new to the world. She knew the prince inside and out and had served him before, but she was mostly half-hearted. When the time came to get serious, she felt embarrassed.

Not to mention that she is not alone at this moment, but also her mortal enemy is here, so she can't move a step!

Yingluo massaged it gently, looked up at the coy Qingwen, and couldn't help but sneered, mocking: "Qingwen, if you are afraid, go back first, I will serve the prince here."

She had provoked me before, but now she's being coy. With this little skill, I still want to challenge her? I'm dreaming.

In fact, Yingluo was still a little embarrassed in her heart, but she and Xiangling had served the prince together a long time ago, so as an experienced person, she would not be at a loss.

Besides, she is the first maidservant beside the prince, so she has nothing to be ashamed of.

Seeing Qingwen being shy, Yingluo became even more excited, and the slight shame in her heart was long forgotten.

Qingwen's two curved eyebrows slightly raised, her bright eyes stared straight at Yingluo, and she said unconvincedly: "Who said I was afraid? Only someone as clumsy as you can serve the prince well."

"Heh" Yingluo sneered, and glanced at Qingwen with her bright eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows. She said nothing, but her disdain was evident in her words.

Can she serve the prince and still have this little hoof to mess around?

Seeing this, Qingwen gnashed her teeth in annoyance, and the corners of her pink lips trembled. She immediately stepped forward, took off her embroidered shoes, and climbed to the side of the bed, looking at Yingluo across the water.

"whispering sound"

Yingluo sneered and thought to herself that she had thought Qingwen was a slutty woman with a high spirit, and would leave in a huff if she provoked her, so that she could have the prince all to herself. But who would have thought that she would actually climb up to her.

Humph, it seems that Qingwen is a person who bullies the weak and fears the strong, and her temper also varies from person to person!
"What do you mean."

Qingwen was placing her trembling hands on the boy's shoulders. When she heard Yingluo's sneer, she felt dissatisfied and looked up at her to question her.

"It's meaningless." Yingluo curled her pink lips and said indifferently.

What's the point of Qingwen not being driven out? It's okay for her to quarrel in front of the prince, but they can't possibly fight, right?

Qingwen raised her eyebrows and was about to say something when her body suddenly trembled. She lowered her eyes and saw that the young man's fair white hand had grasped her heart without her knowing when. Her face turned red and her pride instantly disappeared.

Shui Rong felt the full moon in his palm, frowned slightly, and said, "Qingwen, learn from Yingluo and take off your clothes, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable."

Shui Rong didn't pay any attention to the quarrel between the two. On the contrary, because of their opposing relationship, he didn't need to say anything, so he just behaved well and consciously. Why not?

But Qingwen is so shallow that she is not as self-aware as Yingluo.

You should take off your clothes before getting on the bed. Don’t you understand this simple common sense?

Qingwen's heart skipped a beat and she looked up at Yingluo, who was only wearing a small piece of clothing. Her snow-white face was as delicate as if water could be squeezed out of it, her peach blossom eyes were full of charm, and there was a hint of shyness between her eyebrows.

At this moment, Qingwen was being played with by the young man and had no time to argue with Yingluo.

Yingluo was furious when she saw Qingwen's dissolute appearance. She raised her eyebrows and said, "You little slut, you didn't hear the prince's instructions. You have no sense at all."

I took off my clothes a long time ago, but Qingwen was still indifferent. What's the matter? Does she still want special treatment?

Qingwen was originally shy and a little confused, but when she heard Yingluo's disdainful and mocking tone, she immediately became annoyed and spat, "Why are you rushing? It's the prince's order, what does it have to do with you?"

Yingluo raised her eyebrows and looked at Qingwen, saying disdainfully, "Then take it off. You are so shy, aren't you ashamed to be seen? Of course, a girl who hasn't even grown all her hair yet, how dare you embarrass yourself in front of others?"

Indeed, Yingluo admitted that Qingwen was born with a good appearance, even though she was slightly inferior to her. But apart from her face, she thought that she was no worse than Qingwen in other aspects.

She wanted to see what this little slut had, apart from that alluring face, could her figure compare to hers?

Qingwen was so provoked that the embarrassment in her heart was immediately covered by shame and anger. She immediately stopped being shy and got off the couch, putting her slender hands on the collar in front of her body, and moved quickly and decisively.

Yingluo looked at the girl with her beautiful eyes. She was only wearing a pink dress. Her plump and crescent-shaped breasts stood upright. Her half-covered skin was sparkling in the reflection of the orange-yellow light, like a jade sculpture.

At this moment, the beauty's eyes were looking between Qingwen and herself. The comparison between the two made Yingluo feel bitter and helpless.

In fact, Yingluo is older than Qingwen, so her figure is naturally a little fuller than that of a girl, but sometimes comparison is not just about size, but about proportion.

That's right, it's proportion.

The girl's breasts are where they should be, and she has a captivating face and charming peach blossom eyes, which highlight the "rightness".

Fortunately, the only advantage is that the prince likes plump breasts, which Qingwen cannot achieve. This is also a point of self-comfort for Yingluo.

Qingwen's cheeks were flushed, her slender hands were folded in front of her, and her eyebrows were full of shyness. However, when she met Yingluo's slightly lowered eyes, she felt slightly proud in her heart. I let you look down on me, and you really thought I was easy to bully.

Qingwen raised her delicate head slightly, moved lightly, and climbed onto the couch again. Her slender hands just rested on the boy's shoulders, and the warm hands reached over again, causing the girl to shudder and said shyly, "Prince~"

You get the hang of it right away, and are you so obsessed with it?
The water-soluble feeling flows softly on my fingertips, and I am quite impressed in my heart.

He had also seen the girl's figure before. She was graceful and elegant. Compared with her previous immaturity, Qingwen had now become a graceful young lady.

Facing the girl's shyness and anger, Shui Rong chuckled softly. When he was about to say something, he suddenly frowned and turned his head to look at Ying Luo, whose beautiful eyes were full of sparkling, his eyes flickering slightly.

Yingluo rubbed it gently with her bare hands, blinked her beautiful eyes under her willow-leaf brows, and said in a coquettish voice: "My Lord, what's wrong?"

Shui Rong smiled without saying anything. She did not make a mistake in calling her this little slut. She originally wanted them to rub her shoulders to relax her, but who would have thought that this little slut would become even more tense due to the rubbing.

Thinking of this, Shui Rong said no more. He stretched out his hand to pull the beauty over, and moved closer to her crystal lips. His palm was filled with softness, and the beauty's jade shoulders trembled.

At this time, Yingluo's cheeks were flushed, and she lowered her eyes to look at the boy who looked like a child. Her heart was beating fast. She turned her head slightly and met Qingwen's slightly rounded peach blossom eyes, feeling proud.

Earlier, seeing that the prince's mind was attracted by Qingwen, the little slut, Yingluo was feeling bitter. Suddenly, Fulin came to her senses and took a risky move decisively, seizing the prince's weakness and diverting his attention.

As expected, this trick worked immediately and successfully aroused the prince's anger.

Qingwen met Yingluo's provocative eyes and felt ashamed and annoyed. She never expected that Yingluo would be so unethical and resort to sneak attacks. It was really infuriating.

Having said that, just looking at the young man's diligent appearance, I don't know why, I just felt hot in front of me, my heart was beating fast, and under his curved eyelashes, his peach blossom eyes were filled with a layer of mist.

"Qingwen, you are insane."

There were rosy spots on Yingluo's snowy face. Despite the boy's attack, she still kept an eye on Qingwen. Seeing that she was distracted, she immediately mocked her in her heart and couldn't help but teasing her.

Qingwen came back to her senses, her face flushed, she clenched her hands into fists, then loosened them, feeling helpless.

This is the fact, what else can she do to refute it? Making excuses will only bring shame upon herself.

Yingluo was pleased to see that Qingwen's arrogance had been suppressed by her. When she was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue her, she felt her heart tremble, and her plump body arched like a moon-shaped arch bridge, and she cried out in surprise.

Shui Rong stretched out his hand and pinched the delicate face of the beauty, raised his eyebrows and said: "You little slut, you have become more capable!"

He didn't say anything when the two of them were arguing, but at this moment, Yingluo still had the leisure to tease Qingwen, which really showed that she didn't take him seriously, and it seemed that she had touched his bottom line.

Yingluo recovered and looked at the young man with her beautiful eyes. Her cheeks flushed and her voice trembled as she begged for mercy, "My lord, I know I was wrong."

I got carried away and angered the prince, which was not worth it!

Shui Rong held the beauty's waist and sneered, "It's too late to admit your mistake now."

If admitting mistakes is useful, what's the point of having yamen runners? Since Yingluo's hoof made Shui Rong feel despised, he must let Yingluo know the seriousness of the matter.

Yingluo's jade-like face flushed, and her sparkling eyes slightly widened under her willow-leaf brows. Before she could say anything, she raised her eyes straight up, and then her heart was shaken, as if the river was flowing endlessly.

For a moment, Yingluo was distracted and groaned repeatedly.

Qingwen's beautiful eyes were wide open at this moment, her snow-white face was red as fire, her heart was beating fast and her mind was a little dazed.

Although she had heard Xiangling mention it once or twice, she was still shocked when she saw it with her own eyes. She had never thought that such a heroic man like the prince could have such a smooth journey.

I don't know if I can
Thinking of this, Qingwen's heart trembled. She turned her head away in shock and secretly cursed herself for being shameless. Her snow-white face was already full of shyness to the extreme.

But for some reason, the sweet humming sound coming from her ears seemed to have some kind of attraction that made Qingwen unable to help but take another look.

When she saw the young man galloping, there seemed to be a look of "pain" on Yingluo's beautiful face, which made Qingwen's heart tighten and she became uneasy. But when she listened to Yingluo's oriole-like singing, it didn't seem like that. Instead, there was a vague feeling of freedom, which made Qingwen suspicious.

What exactly is going on.

With a suspicious attitude, Qingwen looked at the burning scene with her peach blossom eyes, but for some reason, her body gradually became hot and her mind became dazed.

I don’t know how long it was before a scream made Qingwen’s delicate body tremble. When the girl came to her senses, her face immediately turned red and she quickly lowered her head.

Then, she couldn't help but take another look, and saw Yingluo's delicate body trembling, as if she had the hiccups. Qingwen couldn't help but frown and feel disgusted.

This little slut, she is so grown up but still has no shame.

Just as Qingwen was expressing her disdain, the prince grabbed her hand, approached with a delicate face with a little sweat on his forehead, and said jokingly: "Qingwen, if you want to see it, just look openly. This prince is not stingy."

Qingwen's delicate body trembled, and she said shyly: "My Lord, I didn't... Um~"

Before she could finish, the prince came up to her, pressed his lips against hers, and blocked her from saying anything else.

Qingwen let out a soft moan, her heart filled with shame, her snow-white face flushed like a rosy cloud. Under the boy's assault, the girl closed her beautiful eyes and allowed herself to be plundered by him.

After a while, the water dissolved and flowed around the girl's plump breasts. The breath of youth filled his palms. He gazed at the girl with beautiful and sparkling eyes, and couldn't help but admire her in his heart.

When she first entered the palace with Yuanchun, she was still a young girl, but in the blink of an eye she had grown into a graceful young lady, with such softness and plumpness that one can't let go of her!
Yingluo had calmed down by now. Her snow-white face was flushed with two rosy blushes and her eyes were full of beauty. Looking at Qingwen with her beautiful eyes closed, she felt a little annoyed.

She had offended the prince before and was severely punished by him. Her ugly behavior was all seen by Qingwen. Based on her understanding of Qingwen, she would inevitably use this matter to ridicule her in the future.

No, I absolutely cannot let Qingwen ride on my head.

Thinking of this, Yingluo came forward and called softly, "Prince."

Shui Rong glanced at him and said with a smile, "Little slut, why are you so anxious?"

Yingluo was ashamed, her pretty face was as red as fire, she glanced at the young man with her beautiful eyes and said softly, "My lord, that's not what I meant."

Why are you so anxious? Even cows and horses can't withstand the prince's torture!

Pursing her pink lips, Yingluo lowered her eyes to glance at Qingwen who had her eyes closed. She reached out her hand and whispered, "My Lord, Qingwen... I understand how she feels. Please don't torture her."

Qingwen's heart trembled, and she opened her beautiful eyes. She glared at Yingluo and cursed, "Are you sick?"

She was already too shy to control herself, so she pretended not to hear Yingluo's interruption. But who would have thought that this little slut would actually touch her? She was really crazy.

Yingluo ignored Qingwen's anger, pinched her delicate hands, and found the correct position for the prince, saying playfully: "I am helping you, don't be ungrateful."

As Qingwen lingered there, she suddenly snorted, her snowy face flushed, and she said in a trembling voice, "Let go."

Yingluo didn't care, and just kept talking to herself, as if writing with a brush, "I didn't touch you, why are you so anxious?"

"you"

Qingwen glared at Yingluo angrily, feeling extremely ashamed and angry. It was true that Yingluo did not touch her, but what difference did this provocative behavior make?

The trembling of her heart made Qingwen's shoulders tremble continuously. She didn't know whether it was because she was angry or
Shui Rong's eyes flickered and he felt amused in his heart. He probably understood what was going on. He thought that Yingluo was not convinced and wanted to teach Qingwen a lesson, so she lent him the knife to teach Qingwen a lesson she would remember forever.

Interesting. (End of this chapter)