The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

The female guard looked at Qingyin who was absorbed in the special storybook, scratched her head helplessly, and thought guiltily, the prince only said that the lady was not allowed to go out, so it’s okay to read this special storybook, right? The dark guard leader, who was always known for his coldness, blushed and said.

Qingyin, who stayed up late to finish reading a storybook, managed to fall asleep under the gentle persuasion of the female guard. He was a little drowsy due to staying up late, until he felt someone shaking him. Qingyin slapped the person in annoyance. The palm was too strong, and when it was about to reach the person, Qingyin suddenly remembered his own character and reduced the strength a lot. However, the effect of the Dalidan was still strong, and a bright red handprint was left on the person's body.

"Wow, Concubine Nian's hands are quite strong!"

A familiar voice rang in Qingyin's ears. She opened her eyes confusedly and saw the person in front of her clearly. He was wearing a white robe and had deep blue pupils. Wasn't he the eminent monk Wu Yuan who had been following her secretly?

Qingyin looked at the man's thick, straight hair curiously. Could it be a wig? Can monks wear wigs now? Qingyin wanted to ask him last time, but found that he had disappeared for a while, so she didn't ask. She didn't expect to meet him here again this time.

Looking at Qingyin's eyes, Wuyuan, no, it should be Bailey, he is actually the heir of a small country called Demu that borders the north. He came to the Qing Dynasty just to cooperate with the Qing Dynasty to exchange some resources. Among the Qing Dynasty's princes, the one who is best at making money and doing such things is the Ninth Prince, so he targeted the Ninth Prince from the beginning, but he did not expect to meet his sweetheart who he fell in love with at first sight. When he heard that his sweetheart became the Fourth Prince's concubine, he was not disappointed. Their country is not feudal about love matters. As long as they like, there are many people who get married and play with themselves. Bailey does not like this kind of promiscuous relationship, but the moment he saw Qingyin again, he understood some people in his country without any instruction. He is not here to destroy this family, he is here to join this family!

Bailey thought sincerely, but he knew that the women of the Qing Dynasty probably thought differently from them, so he specially applied the secret medicine of his own country to grow his hair, and used the bone shrinking skill to sneak into Prince Yong's mansion. When he hugged Qingyin that day, Bailey did not see the resistance in Qingyin's eyes, and her familiar eyes. He knew that she recognized him, and God knew how happy he was. This time, when he disappeared from Qingyin's side, he returned to his country and left the throne and the relationship with the country to his cheap brother. Bailey patted his butt and ran away without caring about his brother who was disheveled in the wind. He left his cheap brother with only a heartless back.

This time, Bailey, who rushed back to the Qing Dynasty from the border, went to Prince Yong's Mansion as soon as he came back. Listening to the report of the man pretending to be his secret guard, Bailey's eyes deepened. He stretched out his hand, and several overlapping pink and blue butterflies appeared in front of him. If Qingyin was here, she would definitely recognize that this was the strange butterfly that flew to her hand and bumped into her.

In fact, this is a kind of butterfly specially raised by the Demu royal family. It has many functions, the most special of which is spiritual sympathy and tracking. As long as one butterfly has come into contact with a person or an object, the other butterflies will find her.

That's why Bailey is here.

Without talking about the price and hard work he had paid along the way, Bailey smiled and directly held Qingyin's small hand and touched the black hair on his head, teasing: "Concubine? Madam, this is my real hair, please touch it."

Qing Yin, whose intention was discovered, smiled awkwardly, "Master Wuyuan."

Looking at Qing Yin who was still calling him Master Wuyuan, the man frowned for a moment, then smiled again: “Compared to Master Wuyuan, I prefer Madam to call me Bailey.”

"Bailey."

Qingyin was a little curious about how he found her. After all, he had disappeared for such a long time and there was no clue about her disappearance. It was really unbelievable that he was still the first one to find her.

As if he knew Qingyin's curiosity, Bailey leaned close to Qingyin's ear and teased, "If you want to know the secret, you have to become mine!"

Now Qingyin restrained her curious eyes and stopped looking at him, but Bailey was not disappointed. He didn't have any other advantages but was thick-skinned, which could be seen from the fact that he was an heir of Demu and became a famous monk in the Qing Dynasty. After all, some of the strange things on the road were created by him. Although he felt a little uncomfortable about Qingyin's small rejection, he was not disappointed. After all, how could such a beautiful wife be easy to pursue? Bailey, who deeply believed in the spirit of grinding iron rod into a needle, made up his mind to stick to his wife for the rest of his life.

He leaned close to Qingyin's ear and whispered with a smile: "It's okay for me to be yours."

Qingyin didn't want to bother with this fake monk who was so coquettish, but she couldn't just ignore such a grown man. The best outcome was to rely on the person in front of her to get out. After all, her mission was related to Yinzhen, not some miserable heroine like the overbearing prince imprisoned me.

"You actually came in, so hurry up and rescue me."

Qingyin raised her chin, looked at the man arrogantly, and said fiercely.

"But Madam, what good will it do me if I rescue you?"

Bailey looked at Qingyin who had not lowered her head until now, and he was not angry. She was so cute. He looked at Qingyin with starry eyes. She looked even more charming when she raised her head. The affection in his eyes was like honey flowing out of water. He persisted hard. Although his wife was very beautiful, he must also get corresponding results. After all, this opportunity was given to him, how could he let it go.

Looking at the insistent Bailey, Qingyin knew that he would not give in unless someone gave him some benefits. She pretended to ponder for a moment. After all, as a girl who grew up in a boudoir, how could she agree to a man's specific benefits so quickly?

So after waiting for a long time, Qing Yin slowly said, "When I get out, you will get what you want."

The man who had been patiently waiting for the result suddenly brightened up. It was great. Sure enough, the beautiful Changshengtian was on his side. He hugged Qingyin by the waist and said with a smile, "Then Madam, you must hold me tightly. I will take you back to Prince Yong's Mansion safely. Madam, please don't forget me as your lover."

Qingyin blushed, and was speechless about this man who spoke of his lover with such pride. He was really mean, and even imitated these people's way of addressing her. She murmured, "Don't call me Madam."

The man chuckled, "Yes, Nian Ce Fu Jin."

Qingyin frowned slightly as she looked at the familiar people lying at the door. Before she could say anything, Bailey quickly explained: "These people are not dead. I just knocked them out."

Seeing Qingyin's relaxed expression, Bailey heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Fortunately, he considered his wife's personality and knew that she was a kind person, so he didn't let anyone kill her. Otherwise, it would have destroyed his image in his wife's heart!