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Xiren nodded slightly. She had heard it just now. Qingwen mentioned her name, which showed that the prince had not forgotten her. A faint smile appeared on her pretty face. The heavy stone in her heart fell to the ground, and she felt happy.
For maids like them, even a little bit of care from their masters is enough to make them satisfied.
Yuanyang reached out and gently stroked Xiren's delicate head, saying softly, "Okay, now that the prince has given the order, you should take a good rest."
She had seen it before. Xiren's expression of pain was real, and it was obvious how deeply she was hurt. She couldn't help but complain in her heart that the prince was not only absurd, but also reckless.
At this moment, Xiren felt much more relaxed physically and mentally. She looked at Yuanyang intently, her bright eyes twinkling under her willow-leaf eyebrows. She nodded slightly and said, "Well, we were all tired last night. Let's take a nap together."
She also noticed that although Yuanyang looked fine, she was still affected. It must not have been very comfortable. She was just holding on before.
Yuanyang's face flushed, and she rolled her beautiful eyes at Xiren in anger, cursing, "You shameless little slut, go to sleep and don't bother me."
We took a nap together. We didn’t get enough sleep last night. It was thanks to Xiren that she said it out loud.
Xiren understood Yuanyang's expression as soon as she saw her face. She smiled sweetly and took Yuanyang's hand and said, "We are sleeping in the same bed, so why should we be shy? Didn't the prince tell you to take a rest for two days? What are you going to do if you don't want to sleep?"
There is nothing wrong with what I said, but
Yuanyang's face flushed red, and her beautiful eyes glared at Xiren fiercely, cursing: "You are crazy for eating honey shit, you have no shame at all, you little slut."
Xiren must have known that the prince remembered her, and she was so happy that she dared to say such words.
Xiren didn't care. She was happy in her heart. She pulled Yuanyang and said, "Why are you going out when you are not feeling well? You will be laughed at by others. You might as well lie down quietly."
Besides, this house is Yuanyang’s house.
Yuanyang was startled when she heard that, and thought Xiren was right, so she got on the bed despite Xiren's hesitation.
In fact, she was also feeling very uncomfortable, but as a maid she had to serve her master and to ask for leave for the injured Xiren, so she had to force herself to get up. However, since the prince had specifically given the order, there was no need for her to do so.
Just as Xiren said, if others saw her like this, they would laugh at her.
As soon as Yuanyang lay down on the bed, she saw Xiren approaching. The softness of their skin touched hers, which made Yuanyang's heart tremble. Before she could say anything, she felt something strange on her white flesh, which made her beautiful face flush. She raised her hand and slapped Xiren, cursing, "You little slut, are you crazy?"
This girl is really crazy.
Xiren didn't take it seriously, and walked up to him and joked, "No wonder the prince likes to eat it, Sister Yuanyang's is really moist."
She saw clearly last night that the prince was enjoying the taste of it.
mandarin duck:"."
Crazy! Xiren is so happy.
On the other side, after Qingwen relayed Shui Rong's words, she walked along the corridor back to the main courtyard, went straight into the yard, and went towards the inner room on one side.
In the inner room, Shui Rong was soaking in the tub, the warm water washing away the tiredness on her body. She noticed someone coming over, opened her eyes, saw Qing Wen, and asked, "Did you spread the word?"
This morning, after Shui Rong woke up, he thought of the hard work of Yuanyang and Xiren, so he did not let them serve him. He got up and went back to his own room, and asked Qingwen to prepare warm water for his bath.
Halfway through the bath, Shui Rong remembered that he had not passed on the instructions yet, so he asked Qingwen to go and pass on the message.
After all, both of them were just beginning to blossom, so they needed more care, especially Xiren. Shui Rong showed no mercy, as he had already anticipated that they would not be able to get up.
When Qingwen heard this, her rosy cheeks pouted, her lips painted with rose-red rouge pursed high, and she said in a sly voice, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I have passed on the message. Both sisters are very grateful."
Tsk, two flowers blooming together, the prince is really interested in it.
Shui Rong frowned when he heard this. Who is he trying to bully? It's his old bad habits and he won't change them no matter what.
Staring at the girl with pouty lips, Shui Rong raised an eyebrow and said, "You are so weird. I will peel your skin carefully. Why don't you come and serve me?"
Qingwen snorted lightly, her bright face showing a hint of dissatisfaction, but she still walked over obediently with lotus steps, rolled up her sleeves at her wrists, picked up the sweat towel hanging on the edge of the bathtub, soaked it in the tub, and then gently wiped the boy's body.
She always says she is going to expose her own skin, but she is not afraid of it ever.
Shui Rong understood what was happening. After so many verbal threats, he basically became immune to it. Qingwen was not that afraid of him now. If he wanted to intimidate her, he had to really teach her a lesson.
However, Shui Rong was reluctant to do so. After all, although Qingwen was stubborn, she did not rebel against Tiangang, and he would not compromise on what he told her to do.
What's more, Qingwen's problem was also caused by Shuirong's own habit.
After all, Qingwen was just like a cat seeking favor, she just wanted to be favored by him, she didn't do anything wrong, so there was no need to punish her.
Maids all have their own little thoughts.
After a moment's silence, Shui Rong reached out his hand to pinch Qingwen's face.
Qingwen turned her head slightly and snorted, "My Lord, please stop making trouble. If you want to make trouble, go find Sister Yuanyang and Xiren, not me."
The sour tone shows the jealousy in the girl's heart.
Shui Rong couldn't help laughing when he saw this. He put down his hand and said softly, "Well, you are right. If you want to make trouble, you should go find Yuanyang and Xiren. You are still far from being good enough."
"My Lord, you."
Qingwen was so angry that her body was boiling. Her long eyelashes stood up, and her charming peach blossom eyes were sparkling. She was so aggrieved that she was about to cry.
What does that mean? She is not that far behind. It turns out that the prince just dislikes her.
Shui Rong saw that Qingwen's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and he sighed softly and said, "It's not a big deal, there's nothing to be upset about."
Yuanchun, the mistress, had no complaints about this, and even the masters like Baochai and Tanchun let it go. However, Qingwen, the little maid, became jealous.
"How can this be the same?" Qingwen twitched her upturned nose and couldn't help shedding tears.
She was indeed sentimental, but she was definitely not jealous. As one of the three main maids around the prince, Yingluo and Xiangling had already been favored by the prince early on, but she was not.
At the moment, there is no need to say anything about Yuanyang. That has been something that has been tacitly accepted since Yuanyang entered the mansion. She has nothing to say, but what is Xiren's right?
How could she accept that a maid who was driven out by her original master because of carelessness in doing her job and who was favored by the prince could actually surpass her?
Am I really that unpleasant?
Qingwen was crying, and when she saw the young man reaching out his hand, she turned her head away aggrievedly and spat, "Don't pretend to be kind, my lord. I am not lovable anyway. If I offend my lord tomorrow, I will be driven out of the mansion and put an end to it."
"do not move."
Shui Rong frowned and shouted, and Qingwen didn't dare to move. She reached out and wiped the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes, and said softly: "Who said you are not lovable? You are just overthinking."
To be honest, although Qingwen has a stubborn personality, she is still a loyal maid at heart, and Shui Rong is quite fond of her.
Qingwen pursed her lips and said aggrievedly, "Your Highness, you are talking nonsense. I think you just dislike me."
Shui Rong smiled and said, "I still despise you. Go ask around and find out which maid in the palace dares to turn her face away from me. You are the only one."
There are quite a few maids in the palace, such as Yingluo's charm, Xiangling's cleverness, Ying'er's liveliness, Yuanyang's thoughtfulness. Each of them has her own characteristics, but Qingwen is the most exceptional. She has a stubborn temper and often bullies her master Shui Rong in person in a sarcastic manner. Have you ever seen Shui Rong punish her?
With this kind of treatment, everyone in the palace knew that Qingwen was special and was comparable to a young lady.
Qingwen naturally knew this, and this was also the reason why she had the confidence to act like a spoiled brat in front of the prince.
Biting her pink lips with her pearly teeth, Qingwen raised her aggrieved face, stared at the young man, and asked, "Why does the prince dislike me?"
Seeing the blush on Qingwen's pretty face, Shui Rong understood. He pinched the girl's delicate face and said, "You are still young. Let's talk about it next year."
"I'm not young anymore."
Upon hearing this, Qingwen hurriedly refuted and even puffed out her chest, as if to prove her growth to the boy.
Shui Rong stared at the girl's snow-white face. Compared with before, she had indeed grown a lot, with bright eyes, white teeth, and fair skin. She already had a beautiful face.
Shui Rong flicked the girl's chest with his fingers and said, "It's still a little short of the right temperature. Why are you so impatient?"
Qingwen's delicate body trembled, her rosy face flushed red, her charming peach blossom eyes under her long eyelashes were sparkling, and she said shyly: "Prince~"
Shui Rong ignored him and ordered, "Hurry up and help me take a bath. I have to go to the Governor's Mansion later."
Qingwen pursed her lips when she heard this, and spat while holding up her handkerchief, "Your Highness is always so perfunctory."
What do you mean by "not yet mature enough"? She has been saying this since last year, but there has been no result until now. She knows that she cannot compare to Xiangling and the others, but she is not bad either.
Humph, eat, eat, eat. When I grow up, I will make the prince jealous to death.
Shui Rong listened to the girl's mumbling, chuckled but said nothing. He had no shortage of women around him, so there was no need to rush. He should just take care of her first, and she would be delicious then.
After a moment of silence, Shui Rong closed his eyes and said, "Wash it down more cleanly, don't be lazy."
Qingwen's heart trembled when she heard that. Her peach blossom eyes revealed a hint of charm. After glaring at the young man, she slightly stood on tiptoe and reached down with her slender hand.
This really needs to be washed more thoroughly.
Chapter 444 Yuanchun: My stomach hurts
Time flies, and winter has arrived in the blink of an eye. The cold wind is rustling, revealing the chill of winter.
Beijing Prince's Mansion, Cuicui Temple.
Inside the nunnery, Miaoyu, dressed in a Taoist robe, sat upright on a cushion, holding a yellowed Buddhist book in her slender hands. She parted her red lips and recited Buddhist scriptures. There was a fire lit in the copper basin placed in the middle, and wisps of hot steam rose up, bringing warmth to the deserted nunnery.
I don't know how much time had passed, but the beauty felt dry in her mouth. She stood up, walked to the table, poured herself a cup of tea and started sipping it. She felt a little relieved, and then her bright eyes under her willow-leaf eyebrows stared at the teacup on the table with a dim look in her eyes.
He hasn't come for such a long time. Could it be that he has forgotten her or is tired of her?
The beautiful lady was feeling melancholy and sighed quietly. Ever since she moved into the Longcui Temple, she had been obsessed with the young man and the relationship was out of control.
But what exactly do I mean to that boy? She appears when I think of her, but is nowhere to be seen when I don't. Sometimes when I think about it, I feel that I am just a way for that boy to pass the time.
Why did I become like this?
When the beauty was feeling melancholy, suddenly a hand covered her pink lips. Miaoyu's eyes widened in shock. She was about to struggle subconsciously, but then a familiar breath lingered between the upturned nose, making Miaoyu's heart tremble and her delicate body gradually soften.
In Prince Beijing's Mansion, the only one who could do such a thing was that young man.
As expected, a whisper came into Jingying's ears, saying, "Master Miaoyu, it's me."
Miaoyu's beautiful eyes sparkled, and her cold jade face turned a layer of rosy red. She spat in a clear voice: "You are a dignified prince, but you still have the face to do such sneaky things."
She was also convinced that the boy always found a new way to do something with her. This was what he called fun.
Shui Rong didn't care when he heard that. He leaned close to the beautiful woman's snow-white neck and whispered in her ear, "It's because the nun's appearance is so solemn that people dare not look directly at her, so I can only do some things to steal the jade and steal the fragrance."
Miaoyu's heart ached when she heard this. She couldn't even look at him directly. If he really respected her, why would he humiliate her in so many ways? And why would he spit in front of the Buddha statue, polluting such a solemn place?
Miaoyu bit her pink lips tightly with her pearly teeth. Under her long eyelashes, her cold eyes were full of water. She asked, "How come you have time to come here today, Your Majesty?"
It’s okay to talk, but don’t rub it. It makes my heart tremble.
"Of course I miss Master." Shui Rong said with a chuckle.
In fact, after Shui Rong came back from the Governor's Mansion, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Miaoyu for a while, so he came to see her specially. It was no lie to say that he missed her.
But Shui Rong's fault could not be blamed. After all, there were many people in the palace's backyard. Miaoyu had no name or status and was not tolerated by the secular world, so naturally no one paid much attention to her.
Miaoyu's eyebrows slightly raised when she heard this. She raised her hand to restrain the mischievous hands in front of her, blushing and spitting, "Don't come here. I'm afraid you find it boring and come to try something new with me."