The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

"I heard that this Master Wuyuan can also take objects from the air and create things out of thin air?" A round-faced girl in green clothes who was close to Qingyin said admiringly to the monk on the stage. Her voice was not loud, but it was just loud enough for Qingyin who was nearby to hear. Qingyin became interested, and her body, which had been lying on Songzhi and was about to fall asleep due to the nagging, stood up straight. She looked curiously at the bald monk on the stage. Could it be that this monk had some real ability to attract so many people to come and see him, instead of relying on his handsome face?

"I have traveled all over the place and have gotten a glimpse of some mysterious fairy stories. I have also learned some tricks. I hope you can learn from them." After saying this, the handsome monk tidied up his messy clothes, and asked the little monk behind him to pick up some fallen leaves on the ground. He showed them to the crowd before handing them to the monk from Wuyuan.

The monk from Wuyuan was not a person who would procrastinate. He closed his eyes, held the fallen leaves in his hands, and when he opened his eyes the instant he opened his hands, colorful butterflies flew out. When the butterflies had flown away, the few withered yellow leaves were nowhere to be found.

"Oh my god——"

Seeing this amazing scene, everyone sighed in admiration. The people who had gathered together just for the fun, now crowded to the front in amazement and vied with each other to praise Master Wuyuan's spiritual powers. The smart ones even rushed to throw money into the merit boxes, attracting everyone to follow suit. Soon the three merit boxes were full. Fortunately, there were a few monks who were the first to know about the people's enthusiasm and were still maintaining order, otherwise this horrible crowd would have been trampled.

Mrs. Nian originally wanted to invest some money but was frightened by the crowded crowd. She quickly left with her two daughters and went to the abbot's courtyard.

Qingyin left the lobby and looked at the pink and blue butterfly resting on her wrist. It seemed as if a realistic decorative butterfly had landed on her fair wrist, making the hand look even less like a real person and more like an exquisite work of art.

Nian Shishao, who had been paying attention to Qingyin, soon noticed the strange butterfly that had come uninvited. She frowned slightly, stared at the butterfly unhappily, and asked, "Is this what the bald monk transformed into?"

Qing Yin nodded, "It's pretty good looking."

This means that she has to stay. Nian Shishao saw that a butterfly could please her stupid sister. Her frown deepened. She deeply suspected that her sister would be easily deceived and plotted against by men when she got married in the future. Thinking of this association, she looked at the butterfly with even more displeasure.

In fact, she was not wrong. Her sister was deceived to death by a man in her previous life.

Although Nian Shishao didn't like butterflies, she still asked her maid to find a small vase to put the butterfly in. This butterfly might be really spiritual. It didn't hide when being caught, but flew into the vase obediently, which amazed the servants.

After collecting the butterfly, Qingyin casually played with the small black ceramic vase. Although this vase was not exquisite and was the most commonly used one among the poor, it was small and Qingyin had a lot of fun playing with it.

Nian Shishao was not very happy, she felt that such a black and cheap thing should not appear in the hands of her stupid sister. Seeing Qingyin still playing with it with great interest, she felt a little disappointed. It was just such a broken bottle, but she was willing to play with it and was not afraid of hurting her hands. No, she should go back and give her her glazed colorful bow vase, so as not to lose the face of the general's mansion by playing with such a cheap thing, Nian Shishao thought proudly.

Qingyin didn't know that just by playing with the small bottle for a while, she would get another beautiful and exquisite vase for free. Madam Nian had already gone in to draw lots with the host, and she and her step-sister stayed outside, so they had to find some fun on their own.

Qingyin looked at the layout of the temple with great interest. It was worthy of being the number one temple in the capital. Although the layout was simple and plain, a closer look revealed that the materials used were not cheap. The faint woody fragrance that could be smelled without getting close was probably made of pear wood. And this Buddha statue, Qingyin could tell with her own eyesight that it was made entirely of gold. Wow, they were so rich.

Looking at the solemn and sacred Buddha, even though Qingyin knew that there would be no gods in the lower world, she couldn't help but light a stick of incense. Sincere prayers will be answered. I hope she can pay off the loan soon, Qingyin prayed sincerely.

Seeing Qingyin praying earnestly, Nian Shishao followed closely and lit a stick of incense. After that, the two of them fell into an eerie silence again.

When Madam Nian came out, the two of them started talking again. Seeing the smile on Madam Nian's face, Qingyin knew that Madam Nian must have got a good omen, and it was indeed the case. Madam Nian, who had got a good omen, hurriedly led her two daughters back to the general's mansion.

After returning to the mansion, Qingyin accompanied Madam Nian and the others to finish dinner before returning to her own courtyard. Not long after returning to the courtyard, she received an exquisite glass vase sent by Nian Shishao. Thinking of the little girl who was hard-mouthed but soft-hearted, Qingyin's lips curled slightly, and she ordered Songzhi to move the butterfly to a new home and put it in a new vase, and then fed it some fresh leaves before she planned to rest.

Songzhi filled the bath tub with hot water and sprinkled fresh flower petals on it. After making all the preparations, she was ready to help the young lady take a bath.

Qingyin lazily lay in the bathtub, closing her eyes and enjoying the attentive and meticulous service of the maids. The maid who took off Qingyin's hair and various exquisite jewelry gently spread out a strand of hair and carefully rubbed and massaged Qingyin. Songzhi massaged Qingyin's fair and smooth shoulders and neck, looking at the lady's delicate and smooth skin like mutton-fat jade, her curvy figure, and her bright and moist lips. The maids serving Qingyin couldn't help but blush one by one. The eldest lady is really getting more and more beautiful. I wonder what kind of person can be worthy of the eldest lady?

After taking a bath, Qingyin leaned comfortably on the recliner. With his head, neck, calves and feet all taken care of carefully, Qingyin was like a boneless person. He sighed lazily, "This is life. A life like a parasite without a job is what people should enjoy. No wonder some colleagues like to do tasks in the ancient world."

As Qingyin became more and more beautiful over time, Madam Nian's calm heart began to feel surprised. How could her daughter become so, so miraculous? Would this have an impact on her daughter? Thinking of this, Madam Nian became even more anxious and transferred all the court doctors to Qingyin's yard to check on Qingyin's condition.

Nian Gengyao and the others were so frightened that they thought their sister/daughter/sister was sick, and they rushed to Qingyin's yard. Even after knowing that something ridiculous had happened, they were still shocked. No, their daughter/sister was pretty enough now, and they couldn't imagine that Shilan would be prettier.