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Talking about this, Keqing seemed helpless. She didn't know why, but after tasting it, she became addicted to it. Instead, she felt uneasy if she didn't eat it for a meal. Sometimes she even suspected that she was being too dissolute.
Thinking of the prince's gentle comfort, Keqing couldn't help but close her embroidered shoes, bit her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, and her pair of charming eyes were like autumn water.
As a personal maid, Shuangjiang once studied books with Keqing. How could she not know the pain she felt? She was always so itchy that she couldn't sleep.
After hesitating for a moment, Shuangjiang pursed her lips, approached and asked softly, "Miss, how about I help you?"
If the prince doesn't come to look for the girl, the maid can do a thing or two on his behalf. Although she has defects, the prince hasn't made any basic moves, so there's no way she can't do the job for her.
When Keqing heard this, her beautiful face was slightly startled. She didn't understand the meaning of Frost for a moment and stared at it in a daze.
Help her, how can I help her? Maybe I can ask the prince for help? That’s not impossible.
Seeing Keqing's puzzled expression, Shuangjiang's pretty face was slightly tipsy, her willow eyes were as bright as water, she pursed her lips and said softly: "Miss, I have seen how the prince serves you, I can learn to do the same."
Peeking into corners is a necessary skill for a maid, and the prince's every move is under her eyes.
When Keqing heard this, she understood immediately. Her cheeks flushed bright red. She glared at Shuangjiang with her beautiful eyes. How could this girl become so strange in the blink of an eye? She spat, "What are you talking about, girl?"
Shuangjiang raised her eyes and glanced at Keqing. Her tone was weak, which clearly showed that her refusal was not firm enough. However, she could also understand that as a maid, she could not get the favor of the prince, and every time she missed him, she felt itchy and unbearable. That feeling was really uncomfortable.
After a pause, Shuangjiang said softly, "I am not seeing that the young lady is aggrieved. If the young lady doesn't want to, just pretend that I never said anything."
Of course, Shuangjiang is not selfless. All the maids in the palace covet the only male master of the palace. Although she has a lowly life, she can't hide her ambitious heart. How can she be immune to this?
However, she was unlucky and not as lucky as Yingluo, and was unable to serve the prince.
Perhaps it was God's will that she was now Keqing's personal maid. With the prince's favor, it was only a matter of time before Keqing was taken into his room. Then she would be a person in the prince's room. Her requirements were not high, and she would be satisfied if the prince rewarded her with some leftover juice when he was happy.
The girl is feeling aggrieved right now, and it's a good opportunity for the master and servant to comfort each other. This is also a form of mutual help, laying a good foundation for the future. If she serves the girl well, maybe the girl will say a good word or two for her.
Keqing was slightly startled when she heard that. She looked at the beauty in front of her with her beautiful eyes, biting her cherry lips with her pearly teeth, and said nothing.
I feel itchy and itchy, and I don't know when the prince will come. This...
Shuangjiang understood what was happening. The girl didn't say anything to refuse, which meant she agreed. But she couldn't say it out loud. After a pause, Shuangjiang took off her embroidered shoes and stepped onto the couch.
Beijing Prince's Palace, water-soluble courtyard.
In the small inner room, Yingluo was helping Shuirong change his clothes. The resentment between her brows was lingering, and her moist pink lips were raised high, enough to hang an oil bottle on them.
Seeing this, Shui Rong comforted him, "Well, sooner or later you will have a favor, why rush?"
The reason why Yingluo was like this was because Shui Rong had previously promised to open her face, but he dragged his feet, which made Yingluo feel resentful, like a resentful woman in the boudoir.
Shui Rong did this on purpose. In the past, he only had Ying Luo as his maid, so there was naturally no problem. However, as more people came around him, Ying Luo began to show off her title as the number one maid. This was a bad habit, so Shui Rong simply left her alone for a while to make her feel a sense of crisis and suppress her temper.
When training a cat, over-pampering will only make her fly into the sky. Appropriate punishment will make her realize her own mistakes and prevent her from being over-indulged and making big mistakes.
Moreover, Shui Rong was moving around so fast that he didn't have time to care about Ying Luo for a while. For example, today, he had to go and comfort Keqing first.
Yingluo curled her lips when she heard that. Although she knew that the prince was just saying that to please her, she was just a maid. What could she do?
Pursing her lips, Yingluo blinked her willow eyes and said aggrievedly: "Then your Majesty must remember this."
Now she has served all the duties that the prince should have served, and she knows everything. If the prince doesn't want her, she would rather die than not.
Shui Rong looked at Ying Luo's aggrieved expression and felt amused. It was true that she felt aggrieved, but not to this extent. In the final analysis, she was just playing the victim in the hope of gaining attention.
However, Shui Rong turned a blind eye to this. Now, Yingluo and Qingwen quarreled less frequently, which showed that the method was effective and there was no need to give up halfway. Shui Rong had some inexplicable feelings for Yingluo, the first person to try something new, and did not want her to make any mistakes.
He stretched out his hand and pinched Yingluo's pink face, and said softly: "This is a good and well-behaved girl. I remember everything about you, and I will do it for you sooner or later. You stay here, I will go to Tianxiang Tower first."
If someone is well-behaved, you should give him appropriate praise to avoid overdoing it.
Yingluo looked up at the young man's departing back, and for a moment she was overwhelmed with thoughts. It was better for the prince to remember her than to forget her forever.
Shui Rong left the courtyard and went straight to Tianxiang Tower.
After entering the courtyard, Shui Rong waved his hand to stop Bai Lu from reporting and walked towards Keqing's room.
When Shui Rong reached the door and was about to push it open, he heard the faint sound of string music, which made his hand pause for a moment.
If you listen carefully, you will soon feel the gloomy atmosphere all over the water.
He had listened to such touching music countless times, how could he not tell the difference? He was so fond of Keqing, but he never thought that Keqing would flatter him. This was intolerable.
Shui Rong, filled with rage, kicked the door open and rushed in aggressively. Even though he loved Keqing, he could not tolerate this.
Chapter 215 Keqing: Falling into the Clouds
On the embroidered couch covered with brocade, two beautiful figures almost overlapped, immersed in the sea of flowers. Suddenly, there was a kick on the door, and they were startled and came back to their senses. They looked towards the door with slightly panicked eyes.
There was a gorgeous look between Keqing's brows, and her beautiful eyes stared blankly at the young man who kicked the door in front of her. Her heart was trembling violently, and her head was dizzy, as if it had crashed.
After a moment, the beautiful woman came to her senses, her cheeks turned red as blood, a huge sense of shame surged into her heart, and she cried "Ah" and dived into the brocade quilt, too embarrassed to see anyone.
This embarrassing scene was seen by the prince. He would not think that she was an indecent person and therefore despise her. Thinking of this, the beautiful woman nestled in the brocade quilt felt bitter. If she had known that the prince would come, why would she be so anxious at this moment?
Shui Rong, who was originally furious, saw the messy group of people on the embroidered couch, and his eyebrows turned into a slight frown, and he said with a complicated expression: "You... What are you doing?"
Well, there is no need to explain too much about this scene now, everything is already clear, and he is asking unnecessary questions.
Then, Shui Rong looked at Shuangjiang, who was wearing a green apron on the embroidered couch. She was kneeling on the couch, her body trembling slightly, and she was obviously nervous.
This is the person who flatters him, and he really doesn't know what to say.
Walking closer, Shui Rong ignored the frost on one side, stretched out his hand and pulled open the brocade quilt, only to see the beauty curled up on the pillow, her delicate body trembling slightly, and faintly crying.
He touched the beautiful woman's snow-white shoulders, looked at her tearful eyes, reached out to wipe her eyes, and said softly: "Ke'er, I won't blame you, don't be sad."
The beauty in front of him was simply frightened and uneasy because she was caught in an embarrassing scene, or perhaps she felt a little socially dejected and was too ashamed to see anyone.
Keqing's heart paused when she heard this. She raised her delicate head and looked at the young man with her tearful eyes. She said softly, "Your Majesty, you really don't blame me?"
Shui Rong nodded slightly. If Keqing really put a hat on him, he would naturally not tolerate it. However, it was not considered wearing a hat at the moment, so how could he blame her? Besides, Shuangjiang was Keqing's personal maid, so some intimacy was not a big deal. Just like Yuanchun and Baoqin, he had often let the two of them get close.
Shui Rong didn't mind such things, or perhaps he had seen and heard a lot, so he wasn't surprised.
Not to mention anything else, there are countless palace maids and beauties in the imperial palace, but only a few of them may be favored by the emperor. They are all in their prime and their needs are strong. Many of them comfort each other in private, and even many neglected concubines are like this.
The imperial palace turned a blind eye to such things. They were just girls' intimacy, so what was the big deal? The only strict controls were on eunuchs and palace maids having affairs. After all, although eunuchs had flaws, they were different from girls after all.
How to say it, Yuanchun was passive, but Keqing was active. He knew that the beauty in front of him was tender and juicy, but he didn't expect her to be so active. It was really as the verdict said, Keqing was the embodiment of "love".
Seeing that Shui Rong had no intention of blaming her, Keqing felt relieved. However, the thought of the prince seeing this unbearable scene made her feel ashamed. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed red, and her beautiful eyes trembled slightly.
Shui Rong chuckled at this, stretched out his hand and gently pinched the beauty's jaw, leaned over and held her lips, grabbing every inch of sweetness, and leaned forward and whispered in a low voice: "Ke'er has been wronged."
Although Shui Rong knew that Keqing was different from ordinary people, he still treated her coldly. It was indeed his fault, but Keqing was not the only one who needed Shui Rong's comfort.
Keqing's rosy cheeks were rosy all the way to her earlobes. She had just been served by Shuangjiang, but the prince did not dislike her at all. It was obvious that the prince really did not blame her. For a moment, her heart softened and her beautiful eyes stared at the young man.
Although she was itching to do it, her body and soul were on the young man in front of her. If Shuangjiang was not his personal maid, she would not have acted so recklessly. After all, she had not betrayed the prince.
Shui Rong said nothing more when he saw this. He turned his eyes to look at Shuangjiang, whose cheek was blushing like a rosy cloud. He looked at her carefully. She had a pretty face and a slim figure. She was also a pretty and lovely girl.
Maids in any mansion of a prominent family are carefully selected. If they are of poor character and appearance, they are not allowed to enter the mansion to serve. Just like the Jia Mansion, the maids all have their own strengths. The prince's mansion is better than the duke's mansion, so the maids' character and appearance are not too bad. Yingluo, Shuangjiang, Bailu and others are all pretty girls.
After a pause, Shui Rong ordered, "What are you standing there for? Why don't you serve your daughter?"
Upon hearing this, Keqing's heart trembled. It was fine that she was caught before, but now the prince actually wanted Shuangjiang to serve him. This would be the ultimate social disgrace if she did it in front of the prince.
Thinking of this, Keqing waved her hand and refused: "No, I'm "hmm."
As soon as she finished speaking, someone held Keqing's lips, like a violent storm, as if choosing a person, making it hard for her to breathe, so that she couldn't even say no.
Shuang Jiang looked at the two people in front of her, her eyes wide open. It would be fine if they were just being oblivious to the world around them, but why did the prince let her...
Although she was shy in her heart, how could a maid like her not obey the prince's orders? She pursed her pink lips, leaned over and kissed him.
With these two approaches, Keqing felt like she was falling into the clouds. An indescribable feeling filled her heart, making her intoxicated and forgetful for a moment.
After a while, Keqing was seen slumped on the couch, breathing softly, with a beautiful look between her eyebrows, a few blushes on her rosy cheeks, her beautiful eyes as bright as autumn water, and tears flowing like a spring.
Below, the maid Frost was bathing in the spring rain, her pretty face exposed to the rain and wind, her slightly trembling eyelashes filled with tears.
Seeing this, Shui Rong smiled knowingly, stretched out his hand to pinch Shuang Jiang's chin, only to feel a chill, and said with a smile: "Not a bad girl, serve Ke'er well in the future, and you will definitely benefit from it."
After all, Keqing is different from ordinary people, so it's okay for her to ask Shuangjiang for some help. This has nothing to do with trust, but it's still necessary to be on guard to avoid regrets.
Maybe we should get some things to liven up the atmosphere, like Burmese bells or something.
When Shuangjiang heard this, a look of joy appeared on her snow-white face. The prince's words meant that he recognized her, and that was why she served him wholeheartedly.
Thinking of this, Shuangjiang smiled and replied, "Don't worry, my lord. I will serve you wholeheartedly."
Shui Rong chuckled and said nothing more. He believed that Shuangjiang would serve Keqing. He had done a good job before, with torrential rain and worse than ever before.
Thinking of this, Shui Rong stroked the beauty's soft lips with his thumb and said with a smile: "Good girl, you have served your own girl well, and it's time to serve the master."
Upon hearing this, Shuangjiang's pretty face turned red as clouds, and her pair of willow eyes were as bright as water. In the past, she could only watch from the sidelines, but she never thought that she would get what she wanted today. She couldn't help but feel secretly happy, and even ignored the soreness in her cheeks, and leaned down.
Chapter 216: Self-Hypnosis of the Nephew
Imperial City, outside Kunning Palace.
Prince Yong, dressed in a dragon robe, walked on the corridor. There was no smile on his face, but there was a hint of fire in his eyes. Even in the middle of summer, it was difficult to dispel the chill around his body.
"My lord, are you okay?"
Hearing these gentle words of concern, Prince Yong came back to his senses and his eyes fell on the beauty beside him. She had a head of black hair tied with pearls and jade, a jade hairpin inserted diagonally in her temples, she wore a flowered shirt and a pleated skirt, she had red lips and white teeth, and she was radiant with color.
The beauty in front of him was none other than Prince Yong’s wife, Princess Zhang Pan’er, who accompanied him day and night.
Unable to help, Prince Yong's sharp eyes looked at Hua Xinli with a gentle look, and he said softly: "I am fine, I am sorry to have wronged Pan'er today."
Today, I brought my wife to pay respects to Queen Zhou. Queen Zhou mostly urged Zhang Pan'er to give birth to a child for the royal palace. Although she did not criticize him harshly, her dissatisfaction was self-evident.
Hua Xinliren felt relieved when she heard this. When she saw Prince Yong's gloomy face, she couldn't help but feel worried. She felt the biting chill the most.
Pursing her lips, a little rouge appeared on Zhang Pan'er's rosy cheeks. She lowered her head slightly, looked at the yellow handkerchief in her hand with her beautiful eyes, and whispered softly: "My lord, what my mother said is not without reason. I have been married to the palace for many years but have no children. I have failed the emperor's grace. In the future, I will do my best."
There is no need to elaborate on what is said next. Even though she has done her best, she cannot do it alone. The implication is that Prince Yong should sow seeds.
Speaking of this, Zhang Pan'er felt a little aggrieved. It was not that she didn't want to expand the palace, but the prince had not favored her for many years, which made her helpless.
However, Zhang Pan'er could also understand that Prince Yong had been in poor health in recent years and should indeed rest. Not only her, the Princess of Yong, but also her other sisters had not received any favors.
As for those groundless rumors, Zhang Pan'er did not believe them, or rather, she was unwilling to believe them.
Upon hearing this, Prince Yong's gentle face froze involuntarily, his expression darkened, and the Empress Zhou's sincere instructions came to his mind. Every word of those instructions was like a sharp sword piercing Prince Yong's heart. He wondered why there was no heir in the Prince Yong's Mansion yet. He didn't believe that this "evil woman" didn't understand.
Seeing the shy and timid beauty in front of him, Prince Yong felt extremely bitter. It was not that he didn't want to, but he was powerless. It was just that very few people knew about this, and he had never revealed even a word to his wife who was with him day and night.