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Shui Rong stepped closer, reached out and held the beautiful woman's soft little hand, and said with a smile: "Do we have to be so distant between you and me?"
Zhang Paner's heart was shy, her pretty face slightly heated up, her pair of bright eyes were like a red spring, crystal clear as water, she lowered her head and responded softly.
She had given birth to a son for the young man, so there was no need for them to be estranged.
Shui Rong stretched out his hand and pinched the beauty's chin, staring at her increasingly charming cheeks. His eyes moved slightly, and he leaned forward, holding the beauty's peach-like lips and grabbing them wantonly.
Although he avoided Prince Yong's Mansion, he was very concerned about the "filial piety" of his nephew's wife. Now that he was invited to a private meeting with the beauty, he had to savor it well.
Zhang Paner was delighted by the boy's willfulness. She put her slender hands on his shoulders and raised her head slightly to make it easier for him to grab her.
He couldn't wait to see her as soon as they met, which showed that his uncle missed her very much.
After a while, Shui Rong smiled at the beautiful woman whose body was already soft, and said jokingly: "Pan'er, you..."
Zhang Paner was shy, her snow-white face was rosy, her bright eyes were full of water, she glared at the boy with her charming eyes, without saying a word, she let the boy sit on the brocade cushion and immediately stepped on him.
She had originally been worried that her uncle would distance himself from her, but now that she had seen clearly that her uncle had stood up straight, how could she not know what he meant.
Zhang Paner let out a grunt, and felt the resentment in her heart suddenly disappear, her mind shaken.
Uncle is still the same uncle, still handsome and extraordinary, making people miss him.
Shui Rong was not idle either. He swam among the mountains and rivers, feeling the fragrance of nature. He said in a somewhat stammering voice, "Pan'er, why did you want to see me today?"
It is obviously inappropriate to ask the reason for the meeting as soon as you meet, but now that you are so close, it is time to ask. After all, given Zhang Paner's personality, she should be more than just greedy for something.
If she was really a greedy person, she would not have been able to live in harmony with Prince Yong for so many years.
Zhang Paner opened her beautiful eyes a little, and her fiery face rubbed against the boy's delicate face like a cat, and said softly, "That person asked me to come."
Although she missed her uncle very much, she still had her own principles. Since the young man did not take the initiative to meet her and her mother, it was obvious that he was avoiding her. In this case, she had to suppress the throbbing in her heart.
But Prince Yong became anxious when he saw Shui Rong's indifference, and asked her again and again to come find Shui Rong. Zhang Pan'er couldn't stand his pressure, and at the same time she was moved in her heart, so she finally invited him with the mentality of giving it a try.
Fortunately, the boy did not let her down and really came to see her.
Shui Rong's eyes moved slightly when he heard this. As he thought, he knew that Prince Yong had some intention in it. After all, Prince Yong had been treated coldly by him a lot in recent times!
Letting Zhang Paner come over now is obviously for the purpose of adopting a roundabout tactic to find out Shui Rong's attitude.
After a few moments of silence, Shui Rong twisted his hands and explained softly, "The Yongwang Mansion is now a big place that attracts attention. I can't get involved. I'm sorry to have wronged you and your son."
Emperor Yongkang's attitude towards the Prince of Yong's Mansion made Yong's Mansion a popular place to attract attention. All eyes from all parties were on Yong's Mansion. At this time, Shui Rong was still in close contact with Yong's Mansion, which put him in the spotlight.
As for Zhang Pan'er and her son, Shui Rong was indeed aggrieved, and there was nothing wrong with that. After all, Zhang Pan'er gave birth to their son, and that was Shui Rong's blood. She gave birth to a son for you, so what else could you say?
Zhang Paner's delicate body trembled, and the bright eyes beneath her willow-leaf brows glared at the boy with a hint of resentment, not knowing whether it was because the boy did not know the seriousness of the matter, or if she finally remembered the son she had given birth to him.
Pursing her pink lips, Zhang Paner's breath was as fragrant as orchids, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her white forehead, her cheeks were as bright as rosy clouds, and she whispered, "Yes, I know."
She knew what the young man meant. When she and her son were alone in Prince Yong's Mansion, she had also thought about this, but she was just not sure.
Now that the young man had said it himself, the last bit of resentment in Zhang Paner's heart was released.
Water soluble: "."
With this obsessed look on your face, you tell me you know, but you know nothing. It seems that he has suffered for a long time, and once he was liberated, he didn't know how to restrain himself.
But if you think about it carefully, you can understand it. Just like Zhen Hua, the two nephews' wives have been hungry for so long because of their pregnancy and confinement, so they have no self-control.
Forget it, I'll just go with Zhang Pan'er. If I don't let her have her fun, she'll probably feel wronged.
After a while, two rosy blushes appeared on Zhang Paner's bright face, her hair was disheveled like a waterfall, and her sweaty black hair covered half of her beautiful face. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and her curved eyelashes were trembling constantly.
Shui Rong reached out and pushed aside the black hair covering the beauty's face, and jokingly asked, "Are you satisfied?"
Zhang Paner opened her beautiful eyes slightly when she heard that. Seeing the young man's playful expression, she felt embarrassed. She hadn't seen her uncle for a while and missed him very much. In addition, she thought her uncle wanted to draw a line between them. She felt melancholy and therefore couldn't help herself when faced with her uncle's initiative.
Pursing her pink lips, the beauty leaned her head on the boy's shoulder, her bright eyes under her curved eyelashes flowing charmingly, and she said softly: "Uncle, when will you come to see our son?"
As a mother, she has to meet her uncle, and the child also has to meet his father.
Shui Rong's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard that. He reached out and held the beauty's two plump breasts. He stood up from the brocade cushion and replied softly, "Take a look when you have time!"
In the near future, he has no plans to go to Prince Yong's Mansion. As for when he will be free, that depends on the circumstances.
Zhang Pan'er put her white hands around the boy's neck, her heart trembled subconsciously, her snow-white face turned rosy, and her bright eyes were sparkling under her curved eyelashes.
This is not the first time, how could the beauty not know the young man’s intention.
However, Zhang Paner understood the boy's perfunctory words. She felt disappointed, but also understood. She pursed her lips and said softly, "How about uncle give our child a name?"
Shui Rong raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and was stunned. Although the child was his by blood, Prince Yong was nominally the father of the child. Logically, Prince Yong should be the one to marry the child.
But now it seems that Prince Yong did not name the child, and asked him to name the child, undoubtedly in order to make him closer to the child and thus gain more support from Prince Beijing's Mansion.
After a pause, Shui Rong said, "How about just the word 'An'? I hope the child will be safe and sound."
As the child's biological father, there is nothing wrong with giving the child a name, and Shui Rong still has to meet this requirement. He doesn't expect the child to have too much power, just that he is safe and sound.
Zhang Paner's beautiful eyes lit up slightly when she heard this. The meaning of peace and safety coincided with her idea. She didn't care about Prince Yong's ambitions. She just hoped that her child could grow up safely and smoothly.
"Well, just call me An'er." Zhang Pan'er responded softly.
Shui Rong nodded, his eyes slightly turned, and then he continued: "As for Prince Yong, just tell him that I will help him when he needs it, and ask him to be more restrained during this period of time, and not to be so attentive."
It would be fine to just find an excuse to get rid of Prince Yong. Anyway, it is not up to Shui Rong to decide whether he needs it or not.
Zhang Paner understood what he said, and after responding, she said softly, "Yes, I understand."
The young man gave her an excuse to fool Prince Yong, obviously because he was worried that she would be forced by that man. This thought warmed Zhang Pan'er's heart slightly, after all, he still had her in his heart.
What the young man didn't know was that Zhang Pan'er had already made her own plans. Although Prince Yong appeared to like An'er, he was actually very cold and indifferent to her behind others' backs.
After all, the child is not his. In a sense, both she and the child are a disgrace to Prince Yong, and he will settle accounts with them sooner or later.
She was well aware of Prince Yong's cold-heartedness.
With this in mind, Zhang Pan'er could no longer turn a blind eye, not only for herself but also for her son.
Besides, looking at her uncle's perfunctory look, she knew that he also felt that the man was a headache, so if that was the case, she couldn't be blamed.
Of course, she didn't want to tell the boy these things.
"Hmm~"
While the beauty was thinking, she suddenly felt her heart tremble. She gave the boy a look with her beautiful eyes and tightened her hands around the boy's neck.
Shui Rong smiled knowingly upon seeing this. Pan'er seemed to be becoming more sensible. So Shui Rong didn't care about anything and held the beauty in his arms.
Suddenly, the house was filled with the sounds of spring.
Chapter 428: Concubine Beijing: He is humming me
In the spacious martial arts arena of Prince Beijing’s Palace.
Li Wan stood on one side, her beautiful eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows staring at the young man who was shooting the arrow with a bow. Her eyes were full of tenderness and her crystal clear eyes were bright and clear.
The beauty has a gorgeous face, and her slightly raised toes make her delicate body wrapped in a goose yellow skirt look even more delicate and graceful. A few strands of black hair on her forehead fall behind her ears, and the red earlobe hangs on her crystal earlobe, swaying gently.
"Brother Lang looks quite heroic now." Zhen Hua looked at Li Wan's dazed look and felt a slight movement in her heart, and she started jokingly with a smile.
Zhen Hua and Li Wan temporarily live in the palace. Li Wan mostly watches Jia Lan quietly from the side without disturbing him from practicing martial arts or studying. Zhen Hua also often accompanies Li Wan. The two have a close relationship, just like a pair of good friends.
Li Wan's beautiful eyes flickered as she stared at Jia Lan's heroic appearance in his tight clothes. A faint smile appeared on her beautiful face as she said, "What heroic look? It's just that his spirit is a little stronger."
In fact, looking at Jia Lan's appearance, he does have some heroic spirit. Although a mother likes others to praise her son, she cannot be complacent and must still be humble and polite.
Zhen Hua: "."
Why did she feel like Aunt Zhu was showing off?
Having said that, Zhen Hua didn't get angry. After all, she knew that Jia Lan was steady and sensible. Not only was he good at studying, but he also had an extraordinary temperament. He had the capital to show off.
But this is no big deal. When she gives birth to a son, he will be no worse than others. Then I can let my cousin train him carefully, and he will definitely be a unique young man in the capital.
Pursing her pink lips, Zhen Hua said meaningfully: "Look at Brother Lan's appearance. It seems that the prince has spent a lot of energy to cultivate him. Brother Lan is so lucky!"
To be honest, Jia Lan is a tutor to the prince at a young age. He has a bright future and is trained by the prince. This is a great blessing that others cannot even dream of.
Not to mention anything else, Master Bao, who was born with a jade in his mouth in the Duke's Mansion, did not have such an opportunity.
Li Wan was slightly startled when she heard this, then nodded and said, "Hua'er is right. I have to thank you, Your Majesty."
This was indeed true. Not to mention that she knew that the prince had hired famous teachers for Jia Lan and Jia Huan, just from Jia Lan's mental appearance, she could tell that the prince had spent a lot of effort in his training.
For this, the beautiful lady was extremely grateful.
Zhen Hua tilted her head and said with a smile: "My dear aunt, you are the grandmother of the Duke's Mansion after all, how can you not know that gratitude is not just a verbal expression."
Li Wan understood that Zhen Hua was reminding her that there is no kindness without reason in the world. The prince is training his son in this way, so she, as a mother, must show her appreciation.
But she was just a woman. Although she was a grandmother in the Duke's Mansion, she was a marginal figure. What could she express?
She couldn't just take out some of her own money. The royal family was wealthy and they didn't need that much money. If she took it out, it would be a humiliation to the prince.
After a moment of silence, Li Wan looked at Zhen Hua and asked, "In your opinion, how should I repay the prince?"
The Ningguo Mansion is gone, but Zhen Hua is still the eldest lady in the mansion. Although she has no title to inherit, the vast family property is in Zhen Hua's hands. She must have her own insights on some social practices, so she started asking.
After all, it was Zhen Hua who reminded her.
Zhen Hua narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and said, "In my opinion, you should just host a banquet for the prince to show your gratitude. At least let the prince know your aunt's gratitude. It's better than ignoring it."
Upon hearing this, Li Wan's bright eyes beneath her slender eyebrows lit up slightly. She had to say that Zhen Hua's suggestion was very good, and no matter how small the thought was, it was still a thoughtful gesture.
If you take everything for granted, you will be disliked by others.
Pursing her lips, Li Wan whispered, "That's a good idea. When the prince is free someday, I will invite him to be my host to express my gratitude."
Upon hearing this, Zhen Hua's soft lips slightly raised, and her bright eyes flashed with a gleam under her willow-shaped eyebrows. She smiled and said, "How about this, I will invite the prince for your aunt, and see when the day is suitable."
Li Wan didn't think much about it. She had very little contact with the prince. If she went to invite him, she would feel embarrassed. She was also afraid that the prince would refuse. If Zhen Hua went, it would save a lot of trouble.
It would be best if Zhen Hua was there to accompany us, so that it wouldn't be so awkward.
Thinking of this, Li Wan looked up at the enthusiastic nephew's wife in front of her, her brows relaxed, a touch of warmth surged in her heart, and she said softly, "Then I'll trouble you."
What this nephew's wife did was really for her own good. She not only gave her advice, but also helped her in every possible way. I don't know what to say about this beautiful lady.
Zhen Hua looked nonchalant when she heard this, and said, "It's not a big deal, I'll take care of it when the time comes."
It's troublesome. What's the trouble? It would be troublesome if she wasn't allowed to participate in it.
After a while, Jia Lan came over in a suit, his gestures full of youthful vigor. He saluted in a serious manner and said, "Mother."