The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

The light suddenly lit up in front of her, and Qingyin subconsciously raised her head to look at her future husband in this life.

The Ninth Prince, or perhaps Yinzhen, looked 70% similar to Concubine Yi. He had a feminine appearance, but did not look feminine. At this moment, his slender peach blossom eyes were filled with joy and a slight nervousness, reflecting his own figure carefully.

He was indeed a rare and handsome man. Qingyin was slightly stunned. There were many good-looking men, but there were very few with this kind of appearance. Qingyin looked at Yinzhen in front of her with admiration.

Yinzhen felt a little shy and blushed when she looked at him. It seemed that his little wife was very satisfied with his appearance. Yinzhen had never been so grateful to his mother for giving birth to such a handsome man. He slowly moved his handsome face closer to the bride and straightened his shoulders, determined to present his best-looking angle to Qingyin.

Qingyin didn't notice this, she just thought that her future husband had a good figure.

Yinzhen cleared his throat. This was his first meeting with his young wife. Thinking of the embarrassment he had experienced last time, Yinzhen felt bitter. Coincidentally, Qingyin was so focused on her beautiful almond-shaped eyes that she forgot to turn around. Yinzhen had completely forgotten the lines he had planned hundreds of times in his mind, "..."

"My Lord, what's wrong?" Qingyin was a little confused. Why did Yinzhen just stare at her without moving? Was he distracted? Qingyin stretched out her slender white fingers and waved them in front of Yinzhen's eyes tentatively.

Yinzhen looked at the hand waving in front of him like a work of art, and he subconsciously grabbed it tightly.

"It's okay." Yinzhen's voice was hoarse and his Adam's apple rolled.

His heart was pounding like thunder. He had never realized so deeply that the extremely beautiful bride in front of him was his wife and the mother of his future children. Words were no longer able to describe it. He couldn't tell which ambiguous look or which inappropriate action. The unbloomed flowers were forced to open their tender buds, trembling. Raindrops fell, and the extremely white petals were forced to unfold little by little, exploring the nectar deep inside. The moonlight enveloped the flowers, swaying.

From one night to the next, traces of ambiguity all over her body dotted her snow-white skin, as bright and eye-catching as a colored painting.

In the early morning, Zeng Li knocked on the door gently. There was no response. She walked in quietly without making any sound. She opened a corner of the gauze curtain, and the red all over made the inexperienced woman blush slightly. After making sure that her master was still sleeping soundly, she retreated quietly.

At noon, the sound of summer's Zen music was dampened by Zeng Li's pebbles, and there was nothing that could be done to stop the birds that flew in from time to time. Fortunately, the birds didn't sing too often or too loudly, so Qingyin slept until noon.

She opened her eyes lazily. The aches and pains she had felt overnight had already subsided a lot. Qingyin stretched out her arms slightly, stretching her waist which had become a little limp from lying down.

Zeng Li heard the noise and walked in happily.

"Master, it's time for lunch."

Qingyin looked at Zeng Li who was teasing her, with a little shyness on her face, but when she thought about her daily routine, Qingyin lay down on the bed again like a salted fish.

"A Li, help me put on clothes." Qing Yin's eyes were curved with a smile, and her voice was soft and pleasant.

Zeng Li immediately understood the prince's madness yesterday. She forced a smile and gently helped Qing Yin get dressed. "Master, you have to move around. If you lie down for a long time, your muscles will become loose."

Although she said these words of concern, her actions were extremely meticulous. Even during meal time, the palace maids sent by Yinzhen looked at Zeng Li's head palace maid and wished they could feed all the food to the concubine's mouth.

The action and the language are totally unrelated.

Qingyin also knew Zeng Li's little problem. She enjoyed the sweet corn and sweet bean soup in her mouth while listening to the introduction of the new palace maids.

Yinzhen specially sent four personal palace maids. The one who knew medicine was called Bichun, the one who was calm, patient and very careful was called Hezhu. Qingyin noticed that every time she came across something she liked to eat, the girl would stare at the dish more. The other two were twins named Xiaorou and Xiaomeng. They all looked very comfortable, and they walked with quick and soft steps, and it was obvious that they all had some kung fu skills.

It was not easy for Yinzhen to find these palace maids. Qingyin also learned about them after lunch.

At this time, the oldest Hezhu stepped forward and supported herself slightly, "Master, the two concubines Jiang and Liang wanted to visit you this morning. I saw that you were still asleep, so I asked them to go back."

"Okay, well done." Qingyin nodded.

She is now the most important master in the palace except for Yinzhen. It is okay for those concubines to come and pay their respects, but after all, they are just concubines and there is no need for them to pay their respects to her. Qingyin guessed that these two people probably wanted to test her new boss.

After thinking for a while, Qingyin said, "There is nothing going on in this mansion, so don't let them come to pay their respects to me."

"Yes, master."

Hezhu smiled and nodded, not at all surprised. It was obvious that these maids had received a lot of instructions from Yinzhen.

With the four new capable palace maids, Qingyin quickly became familiar with the entire palace. Because of Yin'er's instructions, all the affairs of the backyard were handed over to Qingyin. With the help of several people, Qingyin quickly got the hang of it and became more aware of the prince's crazy ability to make money. No wonder she had just entered the Prince's Palace and a bunch of invitations were delivered to her.

As expected, money is king, Qingyin thought, and picked up an exquisite invitation. On it was a flower-viewing banquet for the ladies of a royal family, and Qingyin threw it on the table.

The weather is getting hotter now. It's hot when you go outside. Qingyin stays in a room full of ice cubes to cool down a little. Thinking of the eighth prince's wedding that she has to attend in January, whether it's because of Guo Luoluo Minghui or other reasons, Qingyin sincerely wishes that it will be cooler next month.

Qingyin lazily lay on the chaise longue, enjoying the breeze fanned by the maid through the ice, and leisurely flipping through the storybook that Xiaorou had found.

The slender figure is fully displayed due to the movements and postures, especially when coupled with the girl’s indescribable face, this simple scene is as beautiful as a painting.

Yinzhen, who had just finished court, quickened his pace unconsciously and stopped the maid from reporting. He couldn't help but get close to the girl, because the heat brought by outdoor exercise surged onto the girl's body, bringing some unacceptable heat.

Qingyin frowned slightly because of the heat. She thought it was Zeng Li who came back with the fruit, and couldn't help but push the person who was approaching with her hand.

"Ali, it's hot." The girl's coquettish voice was as sweet as honey, making Yinzhen, who was eager to return home, a little jealous of the Ali mentioned by his little wife.

As soon as she pushed it open, Qingyin realized that the touch on her hand was not right. She raised her eyes and said in surprise: "My Lord, why is it you?"

Looking back, Zeng Li, holding some fruits, was standing behind Xiaorou and smiling at her.

"Is it my fault?" Yinzhen was a little jealous and hung his head, like a sad golden retriever, cute and pitiful.

"Of course not." Qingyin looked at Yinzhen who was acting coquettishly and found it a little funny. She took the initiative to give the jealous man a bite of the fragrant pear.

Yinzhen suddenly became alert.

Jealous and easy to appease, this is the true portrayal of Yinzhen.

Qingyin glanced displeasedly at a jealous prince, but in Yinzhen's eyes, her rolling eyes turned into seductive winks, which looked beautiful no matter how he looked at her.

Thinking of the good taste of yesterday, Yin'er's eyes lit up, and he stretched himself and walked towards the inner room while holding Qingyin.

Before Qingyin could react, she fell onto the soft bed.

Looking at Yinzhen with fiery eyes in front of her, Qingyin blushed and said coquettishly: "Master, it's still daytime!"

"It doesn't matter. No one dares to tell anyone."

Looking at the locked door and the hot body approaching, Qingyin was forced to be drawn into the boundless heat wave of the candle, lighting it, extinguishing it, and then lighting it again...

Li Desong, Zeng Li and others listened to the charming female voice and deep voice coming from the room with red faces, thinking that it seems that there will be a young master in the mansion soon.

The price of committing adultery in broad daylight was that Qingyin severely scolded Yinzhen for several days, forcing him to make amends and apologize before he could appease his newly married young wife.

A month later, it was time for Guo Luoluo Minghui to get married.

Although Qingyin was a concubine, she was also the only female master in the prince's mansion, and she still came to attend the eighth prince's wedding.

Originally, Yinzhen didn't want to come to the Eighth Prince, who was warm on the outside but cold on the inside, but he couldn't help but marry his cousin, who was also his wife's best friend. Of course, the main reason was that his young wife was here, so how could he not come?

Qingyin rolled her eyes at Yinzhen who was not behaving himself in the carriage, and casually slapped away someone's outstretched claws again. Qingyin couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes, and stared at Yinzhen who seemed to be hungry for skin with a fierce look. Because of anger, the white and clean cheeks on both sides were slightly pouting, and she said: "Prince, can you be honest? We still have to attend Minghui's wedding."

Seeing Qingyin almost getting angry, Yinzhen's sneaky hands were forced to calm down. However, the look in his eyes from time to time looked so pitiful, like the one being bullied, rather than the "bully".

Yinzhen felt a little guilty, but it wasn't really his fault. His little wife was so cute and beautiful. Even if she was fierce, she was still adorable. How could he bear not to pinch and touch her? The man thinking about it glanced at Qingyin with grievance.

Qingyin calmly ignored the man's gaze. Thinking of the last time she felt sorry for the man and her waist hurt all night, Qingyin couldn't help but rub her fake sore waist again.

It is better to feel sorry for yourself than to feel sorry for a man. The bastard man didn't stop even when he was told to. Qingyin silently glared at Yinzhen opposite her.

The man who was glared at again sat there in panic, trying to think about his mistakes. What did he do wrong? Did he not give Rou'er the crab stuffed orange she wanted? Or was it that the gardenia was wilted today? Or was it that the clothes he wore today were ugly? ...

The man was puzzled and was about to ask Rouer tentatively when he was interrupted by servants from Prince Lian's Mansion and the Eighth Prince's residence.

The clever gate guards had already seen the flag of the Prince's Palace and had immediately trotted over to warmly welcome the emperor and the distinguished guests of the Prince's Palace. To the guards, no matter it was the Ninth Prince or his newly married concubine, they were nobles they could not reach, and they had to deal with them well.

Without waiting for the guard to knock on the door, he considerately pulled open the curtain of the carriage. The curtain was already opened from the inside out, and out came the handsome Ninth Prince. Before the guard could congratulate him, Yinzhen, with a slightly dark face, glared at the guard, and then without waiting for the footstool, he stretched out his hand and waited for Qingyin inside to come out.

The guard who was stared at was at a loss and whispered: "Your servant greets the Ninth Prince."

After saying that, looking at the Ninth Prince who was still standing there, the guard realized that there was another person in the carriage. He guessed that this was probably the legendary Concubine Lin. According to folk legend, Concubine Lin became the Ninth Prince's concubine by marrying the county magistrate's concubine's daughter. This Concubine Lin must be a beauty. Thinking of this, the guard also had some vague expectations. He raised his eyes slightly and looked up curiously.

A hand as white as jade stretched out, with slender and long fingers that were white with a hint of red, and distinct joints. Against the backdrop of the sunlight, it was as plump and beautiful as a piece of fine jade.

Mixed with the dazzling sunlight, the guard felt that this was the best hand he had ever seen. He had a low level of education and had not read many books, but he had seen the master of the mansion wearing an exquisite jade pendant, which was shiny and full of beauty. But at this moment, he felt that the jade pendant worn by the eighth prince was far inferior to this pair of white hands, which were beautiful and moving.

Just a pair of hands are so beautiful, and the guards have even higher expectations for this concubine.

Not only the guard, but some guests who came to attend the wedding of the Eighth Prince also deliberately slowed down their pace when they saw that it was the Ninth Prince's carriage, intending to take the opportunity to make friends with the Ninth Prince.

But the scene before them made them abandon their previous thoughts, and they all stood there in a daze, looking at the carriage.

Her shiny black hair was tied into a bun, embellished with various pearl hairpins and lotus-shaped silver hairpins. Her snow-white skin was surprisingly white against the light blue cheongsam. Her pair of bright eyes seemed to be melted with the tenderness of thousands of mountains and rivers. She was both gorgeous and fairy-like. Her breathtaking beauty made the handsome Ninth Prince next to her look like an ordinary man. Her indescribable beauty was indescribable and shocking.

Everyone stood there in a daze, looking at the stunning beauty in the distance with longing and obsession, unable to tell what emotions they were feeling.

Yinzhen glared around as if warning, then got off the carriage carrying Qingyin and walked towards Prince Lian's mansion.

Thinking of Yinzhen's power, a few fiery and covetous glances were obviously retracted, and the eyes of the crowd also restrained a little.

Some of the guests who were slow to react came to their senses and subconsciously chased after the beauty.

Without the Ninth Prince, the braver women exchanged glances, and after a long while they began to whisper, "No wonder the Ninth Prince would marry a princess of such a low family name as his concubine."

"Oh my god, the Ninth Prince is so lucky to marry Concubine Lin."

The woman in a navy blue cheongsam blushed and said, "Yes, yes, that look is unbearable for us women. No wonder the Ninth Prince dotes on his concubine so much. I wish I were a man too."

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Several people nodded in deep agreement. The Ninth Prince was really lucky to have such a beauty by his side.

The further he went in, the more envious and jealous looks Yinzhen received.

Almost wherever Qingyin went, there was unusual silence.

This obvious noise quickly attracted the attention of the princes and guests who arrived early.