Dream of the Red Chamber Flower Tribulation 13~18 (Martial Arts Science Fiction Adult Novel)

Episode 2: Storm in the Capital Chapter 13: For Your Sake - So Long

After Jia Rong left Jia Lian's place, he returned to the East Mansion to report to his father Jia Zhen. The next day, people from Zhengxin Martial Arts School arrived. Jia Lian dispatched several people to the East Palace, led by Liu Nianlun, the third disciple of the Martial Academy, and several fellow apprentices, all of whom brought weapons.

Jia Rong had something on his mind, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He asked someone to take them to settle down outside the second gate and patrol day and night to be on guard against the flower-stealing thief who was causing a stir in the city.

Keqing heard people talking about it in her room and learned that there had been a lot of flower thieves in the capital recently. She thought of the ghost-faced man she encountered in the back garden half a month ago. She was frightened and confused, and felt lazy all day long. Jia Rong thought that she was worried about the threat from Prince Beijing and did not dare to comfort her.

That evening, the doorman suddenly came to report that someone from Prince Beijing's palace wanted to see him.

When Jia Rong heard this, he was shocked and dismayed. He exchanged a glance with his wife, then hurriedly invited someone in and went to the hall to greet her.

The man who came was over forty years old, dressed like a servant, but of very fine quality. He claimed to be Ah Fu, a personal attendant of Prince Beijing, and came on the prince's orders to invite the lady to come over for a while, and told her not to make a fuss and alarm others.

Jia Rong dared not say anything more. He asked the man to have some tea in the hall and then went back to the inner room to tell his wife dejectedly. Keqing had already guessed it, so she had no intention of blaming her husband. She only hated her own bad luck. She sighed softly and said, "Don't worry, my husband. Just let me go."

Jia Rong was in tears, but he had no choice but to let his wife go with that man. He locked himself in the room, thinking back to how he had boasted about Keqing to Prince Beijing at the banquet in Prince Beijing's mansion that day. He couldn't help but feel extremely remorseful. But he also thought that if the prince had intended to plot against him, how could he escape? He could only blame himself for his wife, a fairy-like wife whose fame had already spread secretly, and all the princes and dukes in the city were coveting her.

Keqing took only her personal maid Ruizhu with her, and followed Ah Fu out of the Ning Mansion. There was already a carriage waiting for them at the side door, with curtains lowered all around. They got on the carriage, which drove for a long time before finally stopping.

Ah Fu reported that they had arrived at the palace, asked her to get off, changed into a sedan chair, and walked around for a long time before finally stopping. When he asked her to get out of the sedan again, they arrived in front of a pink building with carved beams and painted rafters. On the plaque at the door were inscribed three large characters "Tianxiang Tower". The building was brightly lit, exuding a strange atmosphere that made it particularly alluring in the dark night.

Ah Fu bowed and took his leave, and several maids in gorgeous clothes came forward to greet him and helped him into the building. Keqing was nervous and didn't know which floor she had climbed. Ruizhu didn't even let her follow her. The maid beside her whispered, "Madam, please come in. The prince has been waiting for a long time."

Keqing entered in panic, but found that there was no one in the pavilion. The surroundings were covered with curtains, and the floor was covered with soft carpets and smooth silk. The air was filled with faint fragrance, and every place was extremely gorgeous.

Keqing did not dare to move, but looked around secretly. Suddenly, she saw a man standing on the corridor with his back to her, leaning against the railing. He was wearing a white dress with cloud patterns, just like a jade tree in the wind. People could not help but feel relaxed and happy when they saw him. They thought that this must be Prince Beijing, one of the four famous princes in the capital.

But I heard that person chanting leisurely: "The beauty comes to the garden in spring, swinging on the swing, taking off my clothes among the flowers, how lucky is the butterfly to play with you?"

Keqing's face turned pale instantly, her heart beating wildly, she stood there in confusion, and after a long while she murmured, "Who... are you?"

The man turned around and said with a smile: "I am the Prince of Beijing, Shirong, who invited you to meet me. I am also the flower-picking butterfly who played with the beauty on the swing."

Keqing couldn't stand and was about to fall down. The man turned around, came up from the corridor and was beside her in the blink of an eye, and hugged her in his arms. Keqing looked intently and saw that Beijing Prince Shirong had a jade crown on his head, his hair was as black as lacquer, and he wore a jade headband tied at his eyebrows. His face was like a beautiful jade, and his eyes were clear and bright, just like the stars in the night sky. The strange thing was that he looked a bit like Baoyu. Thinking back to the blue and green ghost face that day, she couldn't connect them. However, those clear eyes were indeed the eyes that had been haunting her soul for the past half month. She couldn't help but utter a dreamy voice, "Is it really... you?"

Prince Beijing looked at this bright, charming, and graceful beauty, smiled tenderly, took out a purple flowered handkerchief from his bosom, sniffed it, and said with a smile: "Look, who does this belong to?"

Ke Liao blushed, stretched out her hand to grab it, and cried out, "Give it back to me."

But Beijing Wang put it away and said with a smile: "I have kept this handkerchief in my arms every day, and it has long been permeated with the smell of men. My lady can no longer use it."

When Keqing heard this, her heart softened and her ears turned red. She snorted, "I don't want it either. What's so special about it?"

Prince Beijing leaned over and kissed her ear, saying softly, "Since I saw you that day, I've been thinking about you day and night. Do you miss me?"

But she was so engrossed in the chat that she blurted out: "I remember your voice, it's this voice..." She instinctively wanted to pour out all her thoughts, but suddenly stopped herself because of shyness.

Prince Beijing could not help himself. There were so many beauties around him, but for some reason, he had fallen in love with this little woman since that day, and developed a different kind of feeling for her, a feeling that made him secretly feel fortunate. He gently lifted the delicate chin of the beautiful woman in his arms, gazed at her and slowly kissed her...

Keqing was flustered and helpless. She didn't know whether she should refuse or not. She didn't know whether she wanted to refuse or not. Confused thoughts turned thousands of times in her heart. When her red lips were invaded, she trembled all over like a little girl's first kiss. She closed her beautiful eyes and timidly let this strong and gentle man invade, taste and comfort her. Gradually, she became intoxicated, soft and wet...

Prince Beijing felt as if all the bones of the beauty in his arms were pulled out, and she was getting softer and softer. Her closed eyes were so charming, her rapid breathing was so alluring, her pretty face was so soft, and her trembling body was so seductive. So he decided to taste this God-given beauty first, and as for the rest, he could talk about it later.

Prince Beijing laid the limp Keqing down on the soft blanket on the ground, kissed and caressed her passionately, and began to strip off her colorful clothes.

Keqing resisted weakly and pushed the man away. Her face was burning and her head was dizzy. She could no longer think of anything.

After a while, Keqing was stripped naked, and Prince Beijing did not even let go of her small bellyband. He stood up and admired the snow-white beauty curled up in the soft blanket. He could no longer remain calm. Then, he tasted her as he did that time in the flowers. He bent down to caress and kiss this wonderful beauty inch by inch.

Keqing moaned softly, and her body seemed to melt bit by bit. The attic was very warm, and a gentle breeze came in from the curtains on the corridor, blowing so warmly that one felt like a fairy. She just lay lazily on the blanket, enjoying the dreamy feeling.

When Prince Beijing opened Keqing's snow-white legs, he saw that the wonderful part of her was already soaking wet, with sparkling water glistening in her secret place, and the delicate insides of her legs were covered with slippery mud. He wanted to take in the beauty, so he slightly turned his body to let the light from behind shine into the darkness. He saw that thing was tender, pink, charming and clean. He could not help but sigh at the masterpiece of God. His heart was burning with heat. Suddenly he could not help but lower his head to the middle, opened his mouth and covered the tenderness, giving a long and gentle kiss and sucking.