Red Mansion Beijingwang

Chapter 72 To be a maid is to serve unconditionally

Beijing Prince's Mansion, in the study.

The smoke in the copper furnace with the three-legged animal pattern is like a gentle ribbon, dancing slowly.

Shui Rong sat in front of the desk, his hands resting on the armrests of the chair, his eyes slightly closed, thinking about the marriage.

The emperor's marriage today was still in the Rongguo Duke's palace, which made Shuirong confused.

Logically speaking, Emperor Yongkang would like to see Shui Rong stay away from these nobles. But he clearly refused sternly, so why did he still force the marriage?

Shui Rong knew that there must be a reason for Emperor Yongkang's inexplicable manipulation.

Could it be that Emperor Yongkang concluded that he would keep to himself, or did he think that he was an imperialist because of the money owed to him by the Ministry of Revenue?

But considering Emperor Yongkang's suspicious character, there would never be the word "trust".

There is nothing wrong with being by the emperor's side and trying to figure out the holy will. This is one of the reasons why Shui Rong is unwilling to participate in court matters.

And not only that, Shui Rong knew what was going on with the Jia family. If he married with him, he would be a pig teammate among pig teammates. If he had known this, he might as well have married his silly cousin.

However, now that the matter has come to this, Shui Rong regrets it too much. He is afraid that he will not be able to rest in peace in the future.

Speaking of my cousin, I heard that she has returned to Jiangnan a long time ago. I'm afraid she won't have the chance to see her again in the future, so we can only make peace with her.

Yingluo, who was buried in her head, seemed to notice something, so she couldn't help but raise her eyes and asked: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with me today? Why am I a little absent-minded."

Shui Rong lowered his eyes and looked at Yingluo, stretched out his hand to touch Yingluo and said softly: "Do your thing and ignore others."

What should he say?On the surface this is his own marriage, but in reality it is still related to the court, so there is no need to talk to Yingluo too much.

When Yingluo saw Shuirong, she didn't want to say anything. She lowered her head and did her duty. As a maid, her master was upset, so how could she not try her best to resolve it.

Feeling Yingluo's gentleness, Shui Rong's heart gradually relaxed, and his irritability also dissipated a lot. It can only be said that Wangfu is still soothing.

After a moment, Shui Rong lowered his eyes and looked at Yingluo who pursed her lips, and suddenly said: "Yingluo, Mistress Ming is about to enter the house, are you worried?"

To the maids, the mistress is like the king of hell to the little devils. As long as they are in the master's house, no one cares about them. In the original work, why Xiren was so happy to get Xue Baochai's approval is because she thought Xue Baochai was the future mistress. Gaining her approval means gaining the approval of the mistress, and the identity of the aunt is indispensable.

Yingluo was startled when she heard this, and Shuirong couldn't help but frown. She raised her bright apricot eyes and said warmly: "Your Majesty doesn't despise this slave, so I don't have to worry."

After hearing this, Shui Rong felt warm in his heart. Compared to the so-called legal wife, Shui Rong cared more about the person under him. He didn't want his mistress to have an intolerable temper.

Now that Emperor Yongkang has granted a marriage, it is impossible to change his marriage to Jia Yuanchun, which means that Princess Beijing is Jia Yuanchun.

However, Jia Yuanchun had been in the palace for several years, and it would definitely not be simple. In the pool of water in the back house, he was probably of a shark's rank. He really couldn't tolerate others, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to get along with him.

There is not much description of Jia Yuanchun in the original work, but judging from the few words, she should be a gentle and generous person. In all likelihood, she is a tolerant person. The name of "virtuous, filial, talented and virtuous" is not groundless.

Regardless of her Jia family background, she is actually more in line with Shui Rong's choice for Princess Beijing.

Think about it carefully, according to the original work, Jia Yuanchun was to be concubine, and she was considered a water-soluble sister-in-law. Now that she is married, her sister-in-law becomes a wife, which is inexplicable.
It's just that today he humiliated Yuanchun in front of Emperor Yongkang and reduced him to nothing.

At first, Shui Rong still had the mentality of "the husband takes over and the concubine returns", but now it seems that he has humiliated his own daughter-in-law.

Yes, this is offending my unmarried daughter-in-law.

Now that things have come to this, it's useless to think too much. It's better to get over this situation first, so Shui Rong closed his eyes and rested his mind.

With a "squeak" sound, the door was pushed open, destroying the silence in the study.

Yingluo, who was buried under her head, paused and turned around to look. When she saw who was coming, her beautiful eyebrows could not help but stand up and she cursed: "Damn stupid hoof, I have forgotten all the rules I taught you."

Shui Rong looked at the panicked beauty outside the door. It was his newly adopted maid Xiang Ling.

Sometimes as long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed, so Shuixun's expression remains as usual.

At this time, Xiangling's body was trembling slightly, her head lowered, and she was holding an embroidered handkerchief in her hand. Her almond eyes became bright and she said timidly: "Sister Yingluo, dinner is ready. I...I was wrong."

Xiangling's identity is probably the same as Yingluo's, but firstly, Yingluo is the "old man" in the house, and secondly, she is older than Xiangling, so Xiangling has always been referred to as her elder sister.

Seeing Xiang Ling's aggrieved look, Ying Luo felt soft in her heart. Although they had been together for a few days, she knew that Xiang Ling was just stupid, so she said in a gentle tone: "Xiang Ling, we are the royal family, rules and so on are the most important, rashness If you lose, you will suffer sooner or later."

Today if a person bumps into this recklessly, he will be fine with a few words of curse, but tomorrow if a person bumps into something else, he will die without even knowing how.

Shui Rong, who was sitting quietly, looked at the fried Yingluo, feeling funny in his heart. Although Yingluo's words were reasonable, she was actually angry when she saw her ugly appearance.

However, Yingluo was hard-spoken and soft-hearted in the end, so Shui Rong didn't say much. He stretched out his hand to grab Yingluo's chin and rubbed it: "Xiang Ling is new here. If you don't understand, just teach her. What's the point of being noisy?"

Yingluo blushed and raised her eyes to take a look at Shuirong. The prince said it lightly. If she is like this now, she will have no prestige in the future. She must not be laughed at by Xiangling.Thinking of this, Yingluo couldn't help but murmured: "Isn't this slave just teaching...well..."

Shui Rong knew that Xiaolang Houzi had nothing nice to say, so he simply sealed her mouth to stop her from chirping.

When Xiangling on the side saw this, her eyelashes suddenly flashed, and her jade cheeks couldn't help but turn pink. Sister Yingluo served the prince like this, so she had to do the same.

Shui Rong took a breath, then looked at Xiang Ling, his eyes flickering, and waved, "Xiang Ling, come here."

Xiangling's heart trembled when she heard this, her jade cheeks turned as red as blood. Could it be that the prince wanted her to learn to serve like sister Yingluo?
Xiang Ling couldn't help but think too much. Since the prince gave the order, as a maid, she could only obey his orders, so she walked to the case with her almond-shaped eyes wandering.

Shui Rong looked at the beauty's jade face, which was as bright as the peach blossoms in March, and her pair of bright apricot eyes flickered unsteadily, not daring to look directly at her.

This behavior is quite soft and shy, which is pitiful.

"Xiang Ling, if someone bullies you in the future, just tell me and I will make the decision for you."

Xiangling is a naive, pure, gentle, and lovable person. Such a lovely person naturally needs to be taken care of. He has no other ideas, especially the way he behaves like a slut who deceives a little girl.

Listening to Shui Rong's warm voice, Xiang Ling felt calmer for some reason. Just looking at this scene, Xiang Ling felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart, and her delicate body couldn't help but soften.

Pursing her lips, Xiangling turned her eyes and responded softly: "The people in the house are very nice, and I have never been bullied."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yingluo muttered hesitantly: "The prince is partial."

Yingluo has been waiting for Shui Rong since she was born, but Shui Rong has never said anything about making the decision with her. Miss Qin doesn't dare to compare, but Xiangling, the newcomer, is not a coward.

Shui Rong lowered his eyes and glanced at Yingluo, and couldn't help but frowned. This little prodigal is so stubborn right now, he really hasn't suffered enough.

But after all, he cares about his own people. Shui Rong reached out and touched Yingluo's head and said comfortingly: "Xiang Ling is new here and has a weak temper. It is inevitable that you will suffer. You are the "old man" in the house. No one in the house knows that you are the master. If anyone in the house dares to bully you, you should take more care of her from now on and never bully her."

People are different. Yingluo is a member of the house, and she has always been favored by Shui Rong. She is quite proud of her favor, so there is no need for Shui Rong to say anything. The people below will naturally respect her.

On the other hand, Xiang Ling is different. Even if she is new here, she has a soft temper, which may make people think she is easy to bully.

Yingluo took advantage of her free time and muttered: "Why did I ever bully Xiangling? That's not teaching her."

Hearing this, Xiangling hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, sister Yingluo treats slaves well and never bullies slaves."

Shui Xiong naturally knows Yingluo's temperament, and teaching is education, but her temperament is definitely not that friendly.

However, Shui Rong doesn't talk much. It's normal for a strict teacher to produce a good disciple. As long as nothing goes wrong with Xiang Ling, Yingluo won't talk much either. Shui Rong's words are just a reminder.

Lifting his head gently, Shui Rong stopped talking. He looked at Xiang Ling who lowered his head, neither wavering away nor speaking.

This scene is a bit exciting!

Xiangling's apricot eyes were erratic, and her white jade hands were twisting the embroidered handkerchief. She was uneasy standing. Without the prince's instructions, she didn't know whether to retreat for a moment, but she didn't dare to look at the prince, which made her heart palpitate.

Yingluo noticed something strange about Shui Rong and raised her eyes to glance at her prince. When she saw the prince looking at Xiang Ling, she felt disgusted.

The same goes for his own prince. He is serving her, but his thoughts are on someone else. It doesn't make sense.

After pondering for a moment, Yingluo looked back at Xiang Ling and said, "Xiang Ling, come here and I will teach you how to serve the prince."

"Ah, I, I...", how to teach this? Could it be through words, deeds and deeds?
Xiangling's mind suddenly became confused, and the blush on her jade cheeks became even brighter.

Shui Rong looked at Yingluo in surprise. He never expected that Yingluo would actually suggest this. He could only believe that it was really his doting little stray cat, and the pain was not in vain.

Xiang Ling's body trembled slightly, her delicate jade face was slightly fair, and her almond-shaped eyes gradually became misty. She squatted down slightly aggrieved. She was just a maid, so she had no right to refuse.

Seeing Xiang Ling's expression of pity, Shui Rong suddenly felt pity in his heart. After all, Xiang Ling was not as considerate as Ying Luo. She was asked to do such a thing as soon as she was admitted into the house, and she was one of two trees. It's hard to avoid making people feel bullied.

Thinking of this, Shui Rong waved his hand and said, "Xiang Ling, don't listen to Ying Luo. You go out and do your work first."

Although Shui Rong is very interested, he doesn't force himself on others. People are here and they can't fly away. Sooner or later, there will be a chance. Well, it's not a matter of cultivating feelings first.

Yingluo pursed her lips when she saw this, glanced at Shuirong angrily, and muttered: "Serving the prince is her duty. If Xiangling can't distinguish the priorities, how can she succeed? The prince is too kind-hearted."

In Yingluo's view, being a maid means serving her master unconditionally.

Shui Rong looked at the grinning Yingluo, gently twirling the green hair with sweat beads on Yingluo's forehead, and said in a clear voice: "Xiang Ling can't tell the priorities, and you can't tell either?"

Yingluo's face turned red when she heard this, she lowered her head and didn't say much. Yes, serving the prince is the most important thing.

(End of this chapter)