Red Mansion Beijingwang

Beijing Palace.

Shui Rong stood tall in front of the window. Under his delicate brows, his sharp eyes stared at the willow branches swaying in the wind in the courtyard, his gaze lost in thought.

The court now seems calm, but in fact it is full of twists and turns. The most crucial issue is the fight for the throne.

Emperor Yongkang promoted the sixth prince, Prince An, in order to maintain a three-way balance of power and stabilize the situation. However, he ignored human nature, and the open and covert struggles among the three seemed to be becoming difficult to suppress.

The fight for the throne is not just a royal struggle, but also a factional struggle. It is not an easy thing to stay out of it. The merit of following the dragon is undoubtedly a temptation for the increasingly decadent nobles, and there are countless people who take risks.

As far as Shui Rong knew, the Prince of Nan'an was in contact with Prince Le, and many of the nobles under the Palace of Prince Beijing were involved. The lineage of military merit had already fallen apart.

Of course, Shui Rong had also secretly received goodwill from several people, but he ignored them and enjoyed himself enjoying the flowers in the backyard.

Just following this trend, we are expecting something big to happen.

Qingwen stood up, and there were two rosy blushes on her snow-white face. Under her curved eyebrows, her charming peach blossom eyes were full of water, and her bright red lips were sparkling with sparkle.

Shui Rong looked relaxed, as if he had vented all his previous frustrations. He took the handkerchief from Qingwen's hand and said with a smile, "Look at you, how could you be so careless?"

Qingwen's face was filled with anger, and she spat, "Your Highness, it's easy for you to say that. It's because you didn't even say hello. How can you blame me?"

Shui Rong chuckled, not caring about Qingwen's tone, and instead joked, "You are stupid, you don't have the savvy to read people's expressions. Yingluo and Xiangling are much more perceptive than you."

When Qingwen heard this, her face flushed, and her two beautiful eyelashes stood up slightly. She said angrily, "How can you blame me for this? They eat the finest food, and I am just leftovers. How can I compare with them?"

Qingwen naturally understood what the prince meant. It was fine that she didn't have as good eyesight as Xiangling, but why did he say that Yingluo was better than her? In the end, it was just that the prince was partial to her and gave her special treatment.

Seeing Qingwen's peach blossom eyes standing up, like a cat with its fur standing on end, Shui Rong couldn't help but laugh and comforted her, "Okay, clean up and stop making trouble."

Hearing this, Qingwen paused, curled her lips, and muttered that the prince was always like this to smooth things over.

"Your Majesty."

At this moment, Yingluo came in. Seeing Qingwen's little hoof's actions, she raised her eyebrows slightly, snorted softly, and reported: "My lord, someone came from the dowager concubine's place, saying that if my lord has nothing to do, he should go to pay his respects to the dowager concubine."

"Oh"

Shui Rong's heart moved when he heard this, and his eyes flickered under his handsome eyebrows.

Wan'er was very arrogant because of her status. Normally, as long as she didn't take the initiative to pay her respects, she would never say much. So how could she take the initiative to send someone to ask him to pay his respects?
Could it be that you are missing him?
Speaking of which, Shui Rong has been living like a fish in water in the backyard for some time, and forgot about Wan'er for a while. He is proud of it, but Wan'er, who lives alone in the boudoir, has no way out and has to endure the day in misery. The feeling is indescribable.

Qingwen frowned, raised her delicate head and looked at the young man. She blinked her peach blossom eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows, with a hint of suspicion between her eyebrows.

When the prince heard the title of the Concubine Dowager, he was so excited that he began to palpitate.

No, that's the Concubine Dowager. How could the Prince have any relationship with the Concubine Dowager?

Suppressing the thought of "this is unrealistic" in her heart, Qingwen carefully tied her belt, and ignored Yingluo with a sarcastic look, and said softly: "The Concubine Dowager invited you, Your Highness should go there earlier, so as not to make the Concubine Dowager anxious."

Shui Rong nodded, and said as if hinting at something: "Well, you are right. I will go there right away."

After saying that, Shui Rong walked out of the house.

After Shui Rong left, Ying Luo crossed her arms over her chest, raised her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly, and said with disdain: "Hey, little slut, look at you, you are not ashamed at all."

Qingwen paused when she heard that. She wiped her mouth with her handkerchief calmly and said sarcastically, "What's wrong with me being like this? No matter what, I can't compare to someone. Oh, I can't learn to be like that little slut."

"you"

Yingluo looked at Qingwen's lifelike expression. Her jade-like face flushed with shame and anger, her body heaved up and down, and she looked like she was eating someone with gnashing teeth.

In fact, these two have served together many times and know each other's background. If they fight and reveal each other's secrets, it would be like killing one thousand enemies but losing eight hundred of their own, and no one would be in a good situation.

Yingluo obviously knew this, she snorted coldly and turned away, but she still said something cruel at the end, "You little slut, just wait and see, you will suffer the consequences sooner or later."

Qingwen didn't take it seriously and said coldly, "Who's afraid of who? I'll beat you next time."

Yingluo stumbled and nearly fell. Her pretty face flushed red as fire. She turned her head and glared at Qingwen, then said in a delicate voice, "Just wait and see."

You still want to suppress her? You’re dreaming. It’s your turn now.

Qingwen raised her delicate head, snorted proudly, ignored him, walked towards the soft couch in the compartment, lay down leisurely, and yawned lazily.

Now that everything is done, it's a good time to take a short break.

On the other side, Shui Rong walked along the corridor and came to Ning'an Hall. When he learned that Concubine Beijing was in the warm room, he went straight in and headed towards the warm room.

Shui Rong lifted the curtain and walked in, going around a folding screen. She looked up and saw the Concubine Beijing, who was wearing an apricot-yellow dress and a pearl hairpin inserted diagonally in her high bun, lying on the soft couch covered with brocade. Her face was as white as snow and bright and charming.

Looking around, seeing no one around, Shui Rong stepped forward and said, "Greetings to mother."

"Rong'er is here, please sit down."

Concubine Beijing looked at the smiling young man, her heart trembled, a blush appeared on her snow-white face, and a hint of panic could be seen between her eyebrows.

This monkey is not polite when greeting, he is doing it on purpose.

Shui Rong took a look at the gorgeous lady, his eyes moved slightly, and he asked with a smile: "Excuse me, mother, where should I sit?"

Princess Beijing: "."

If this question was asked in a normal tone, it would not be a big deal. But as soon as you see the monkey's expression, you know it is not a good thing. There are brocade cushions all over the room, you can sit wherever you want, so why ask her?

How come you still want to sit with her? You know what, it's really possible.

Thinking of this, Concubine Beijing blushed, raised her curved eyebrows, and said angrily, "Sit wherever you like. You ask me about such a small matter."

Seeing the beautiful woman's slightly angry look, Shui Rong felt amused. After pondering for a while, he sat down on a brocade cushion at the side.

Seeing this, Concubine Beijing frowned slightly, and a feeling of disgust surged in her heart. She moved her body to take up half of the empty seat and said softly, "Why haven't I seen you come to pay your respects in this period of time?"

Shui Rong ignored Concubine Beijing's small action and replied calmly: "I have been busy with worldly affairs recently and have not greeted you mother. This is my fault. I hope you will punish me."

Concubine Beijing: “.” Although the young man in front of her was very respectful at this moment, his words were full of respect for hierarchy, which made Concubine Beijing unhappy at all.

If you really want to be reasonable, why do you want to bully her?

At this moment, Concubine Beijing missed the monkey-headed man who was adventurous in the past, and she wanted the young man in front of her to call her Wan'er in a teasing tone.

Pursing her pink lips, Concubine Beijing raised her eyebrows and said, "Mundane affairs? I think you are obsessed with pleasure and can't extricate yourself."

Humph, there is a new person in the mansion. She thinks she is not as young as them, and they are delicate, so she looks down on her!

Shui Rong saw that Concubine Beijing was angry, and knew that he should not make too much trouble, so he stood up and walked forward, sat next to Concubine Beijing, and said: "It's not that mother dislikes it, so I don't want to disturb her. How can you blame me?"

Speaking of which, when he came in the past, Concubine Beijing disliked her and tried to drive him away in words and deeds. But now that Shui Rong did not come to disturb her as she wished, she blamed him instead.

"I really dislike you."

Upon hearing this, Concubine Beijing was immediately annoyed. She raised her eyebrows and shouted angrily, "If I disliked you, would I let you bully me? But you are so good, staying in the land of comfort all day, I am afraid you have forgotten me."

Speaking of this, Concubine Beijing also felt aggrieved. This monkey was so shameless when he bullied her, but she just said a few words to him and he disappeared every two or three days.

"Oh, Wan'er, is she jealous?"

Seeing the beauty's shy look, Shui Rong embraced her plump waist, raised his hand and pinched the soft jaw of Concubine Beijing, chuckling and joking.

This is full of jealousy, so sour.

Concubine Beijing's face flushed red, her long eyelashes trembled, and she said in shame and anger: "You!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the young man came forward. The familiar breath coming towards her made Concubine Beijing's heart tremble. She slowly lowered her raised hand, closed her beautiful eyes, and let the young man be rude to her.

Given the monkey's temper, if I continue to be stubborn, it might just turn around and leave.

After a while, Concubine Beijing's body softened, her snowy face flushed like clouds, she lowered her eyes to glance at the contented young man, secretly spat in her heart, and couldn't help but squeezed: "You don't respect the hierarchy, what are you doing now?"

Humph, you were not serious at first, but your old ways came back after a while, what a lustful boy.

"Then I'll go." Shui Rong raised his eyes and glanced at the gorgeous Concubine Beijing, raising his eyebrows.

When Concubine Beijing heard this, she became furious, her body heaving, and she shouted angrily, "Leave if you have the guts, and don't come to Ning'an Hall after you leave."

Why is he just letting go and making a fuss? He is really the monkey who is born to be her nemesis.

Shui Rong chuckled, staring at the beautiful woman's gorgeous face, stood up, raised her soft chin, and said, "I'm just teasing you, but I'm thinking about Wan'er all the time."

Concubine Beijing looked at the young man with her beautiful eyes. When she saw him reaching for the belt, her heart trembled. She closed her beautiful eyelashes and said, "You have a clear conscience when you say this."

Miss her? If I hadn't sent someone to call her, I'm afraid the monkey wouldn't have come.

Shui Rong didn't care. He piled up Concubine Beijing's gorgeous skirt, then raised his eyes and looked at Concubine Beijing with a meaningful look, his meaning was self-evident.

When Concubine Beijing met the young man's teasing eyes, her heart was ashamed, and she turned her head away and remained silent.

Concubine Beijing hummed softly, and then the pearl hairpins on her high bun swayed gracefully, her snow-white face flushed as if drunk, and her crystal clear eyes closed.

Shui Rong came forward and pecked the beautiful woman's lips, then asked, "Where is Yan'er? Why can't I see him?"

Ever since Prince Beijing's Mansion had a legitimate son, Concubine Beijing has been like an old hen protecting her cubs, hiding the child and rarely letting go. So why is the child not here now?

Concubine Beijing opened her beautiful eyes slightly, looked at the boy intently, and said unhappily: "Now you think of your son, what do you usually do?"

What’s the point of caring about him now when his own son doesn’t even come to see him?

Shui Rong chuckled and said, "I feel relieved because Wan'er is taking care of me. If I come here several times a day, you will think I am stingy."

This Concubine Beijing has a very arrogant personality. In short, she is always right. Arguing with her is just asking for trouble.

Upon hearing this, Concubine Beijing's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she cursed: "This is my fault. Well, you can take Yan'er back later, so that I don't have to work so hard and get no thanks."

Lo and behold, it was just as he thought.

Pursing her lips, Shui Rong said softly: "I've already told you, if you like children, just give birth to one yourself. I'm not forbidding you to do so."

"Life? That's easy for you to say."

Concubine Beijing snorted lightly, and then said helplessly: "I know you are thinking about me, but this is a hidden danger. How can we deal with it?"

Who doesn't want to have children, but they are not allowed by etiquette and law. It's okay to do it secretly, but if they give birth to a child, it will be living evidence.

Shui Rong couldn't deny what he heard. After thinking for a while, he said, "It doesn't matter. There are so many people in the mansion. I'll worry about it more. When the baby is born, you can take care of it."

As the Princess Dowager of Beijing, it is legitimate for her to raise the child, just like Yan'er, so who would be so idle?

Upon hearing this, Concubine Beijing's moist lips twitched slightly. Under her willow-leaf brows, her bright eyes glared at the young man and spat, "Give it back to me, you want to tire me to death."

Taking care of Yan'er is exhausting enough. If she has to take care of all the children born, she will have no good life.

"hehe."

Shui Rong chuckled. Taking care of a child is something new at first, but after taking care of it for a long time, sooner or later, you will get bored with all the trivial things about the child. How can you have the heart to take care of a child anymore?

It’s not that I dislike my children, I’m just too tired.

After a pause, Shui Rong raised his hand and pinched the delicate face of Concubine Beijing, and said meaningfully: "Wan'er, I'm the one who's tired!"

When Concubine Beijing heard this, she understood what he meant. Her snow-white face flushed, and her sparkling eyes glared at the young man, saying in anger, "You're taking advantage of me and still acting cute."

Shui Rong chuckled but didn't say anything. After all, what Concubine Beijing said was not wrong.

This idle time to tease Wan'er is really interesting. (End of this chapter)