The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Nian Shishao had been suspicious for so many times. Was her stupid sister playing a trick on her? She looked back and saw Qingyin staring at the cakes in front of her. She dispelled her doubts and placed the cakes in front of her in a slightly stiff position.

"Eat if you want to. I'm not stopping you from eating." Nian Shishao put down the plate, turned his head, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Looking at Nian Shishao, who was tough on the outside but soft on the inside, Qingyin smiled narrowly and started to enjoy the plate of milky red bean crisps. The sound of swallowing could be heard, and the person who was pretending to sleep had a slight curl of his lips and his face slowly turned red.

In order to cultivate the relationship between the eldest daughter and the youngest daughter, Mrs. Nian deliberately arranged the two daughters in a carriage. Therefore, there was no other sound in the carriage except the sound of Qingyin chewing snacks. In such a comfortable environment, Nian Shishao actually fell asleep.

When she woke up, Nian Shishao felt the furry touch in her arms. Her expression froze and she lowered her head. The girl who had been glaring at her before was lying quietly in her arms. Her little face, which was a little rosy from sleeping, was shiny and moist, and amazingly beautiful. She couldn't help but pinch it gently. It was so soft and cute. She didn't look like her older sister, but more like her younger sister.

Her thick eyelashes, like a small fan, trembled slightly, meaning that her master was about to wake up. She hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to be still asleep.

Qingyin opened her eyes, looked at Nian Shishao, whose ears were red and who seemed still asleep, raised her eyebrows slightly and sat up.

"Miss, we are almost at the temple." Songzhi, who was guarding the door of the sedan chair, reminded her.

Nian Shishao also opened his eyes and looked at Qingyin, who had a red mark on her face and got off the car first, with a hint of guilt in her eyes.

Madam Nian was already standing in an open space waiting for her two daughters. Looking at her two daughters who followed closely behind her, she smiled and nodded. The relationship between the eldest daughter and the youngest daughter had always been bad, so it seemed that it would be useful to let them ride in the same sedan chair.

An eight or nine-year-old bald monk came over and looked at the group of ladies and young ladies who were obviously of noble status. He said with a mature and serious look, "Ladies and young ladies, please follow me. Today, Master Wuyuan is here to give a lecture. If you are interested, you can go and take a look."

"Master Wuyuan?" Qingyin looked at the young monk curiously. This was the eminent monk from the north that Madam Nian mentioned. Madam Nian said that this man was still very young. She wondered if he really had some kung fu skills. After all, there were people who could get through the game so quickly as her, so this monk might really have some magical powers.

Seeing that the one asking him the question was the prettiest lady, the young monk stammered and answered “yes”, then spoke more and more fluently: “Master Wuyuan came to Beijing from the north to preach, and he will probably stay in the temple for a few days. If you and your wife like to listen to the sutras, you can stay in the temple for a few more days.”

Qingyin smiled and nodded. Madam Nian became interested and pointed at the little monk and went directly to the hall where Master Wuyuan gave lectures.

In the side courtyard of the temple's lobby, the sounds of footsteps and voices could be heard from across the room. A bald monk in an exquisite cassock sat on a lotus cushion, his slightly blue pupils revealing some impatience. A man in black clothes, dressed as a secret guard, appeared in front of him.

"Master, the Eighth Prince has received the news, but he still hasn't come. However, there is a party that has some relationship with Prince Yong. Nian Gengyao of the Nian family secretly supports Prince Yong. This Madam Nian has come with her two daughters."

With a nod from the monk, the room returned to silence.

When Qingyin arrived, the hall was already full of people except for the stage at the top for preaching. Standing in the middle was a monk wearing an exquisite cassock. The handsome monk was sitting on the stage and preaching with his hands. His round and smooth head did not detract from the beauty of his face at all, but made it look even more sacred.

It can be seen that the people around him are attracted not only by the monk's profound spiritual attainments, but also by his good looks.

Standing behind Madam Nian and looking at Qingyin above, he sighed secretly. However, the monk above looked over as if he had sensed something. His deep eyes exchanged a glance with Qingyin, and then quickly passed by. Qingyin felt that it was nothing. Instead, from the slightly blue in the monk's eyes, he guessed that Master Wuyuan should have some blood of other races.

The monk, also known as Wu Yuan, was shocked. He stared at the little girl from afar who looked exactly like the sweetheart he described in his childhood, and his heart was trembling.

The graceful young Master Wuyuan was bathing in the sunshine, his handsome face shone brightly under the sunlight. He sat solemnly and explained in a simple and easy-to-understand manner the principles that were known to everyone. His voice was loud and gentle, and no one could tell that he was glancing at the pretty girl below.