The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Suddenly the thin body was no longer in his hand. Jiang Lin felt reluctant for a moment and wanted to take it back, but habit obviously made him regain his sanity. Realizing the absurd idea he had imagined, Jiang Lin was tightly wrapped in shame. He did not dare to think deeply about why he had this idea, nor did he think about why he felt so secretly happy when His Majesty asked him to follow Lord Lin.

Because of his thoughts, Jiang Lin became unusually quiet.

Chun'er didn't know what this gentle-looking young man was thinking. She just thought that this man was quite sensible and knew how to support his parents and help them.

After Qingyin entered the mansion, she briefly introduced Jiang Lin's identity, as well as his maid and personal servant.

Boxes of precious medicinal herbs were moved into the Lin Mansion. Fortunately, the Lin Mansion was located in a remote area, otherwise it would have been surrounded by people quickly to look at the things.

Jiang Lin abandoned other thoughts and looked carefully at the residence of Lord Lin.

Everyone knows that Lord Lin Ruhai is honest and upright and does not like luxury. Although he had never met Lord Lin, who is valued by His Majesty, before, when he saw him today, he was just as the rumors said. Although the Lin Mansion is spacious and bright, every corner seems to reveal the breath of the owner. The entire mansion is neatly laid out, dignified and orderly, and the pavilions and towers have removed many unnecessary decorations. They are simple and plain. The scenery in the garden only has the simplest tree species, some plum trees, jujube trees... and a bamboo forest with early sprouts.

Everything was completely in line with Lord Lin's noble character. Jiang Lin looked around curiously. He wanted to know more about this famous Lord Lin, and was interested in everything around him.

But Qingyin didn't want to look at this curious baby-like Imperial Physician Jiang anymore. He had stayed in the Qianqing Palace for so long and vomited blood. Now he was feeling sleepy and just wanted to have a good sleep.

Seeing Lord Lin looking so sleepy and tired, Imperial Physician Jiang was very tactful and took the initiative to offer his residence in the Lin Mansion and suggested that Lord Lin take more rest.

This made Chun'er like him even better.

She thought that everyone who did good for the Lord was good, so when Qingyin asked her to pick a pavilion in the west courtyard for Lord Lin for Imperial Physician Jiang to live in, Chun'er directly picked the brightest Qingzhu Pavilion for him.

Qingzhu Pavilion is a pavilion courtyard near the bamboo forest. Through the windows of the west courtyard, one can just see the crisp bamboo forest in the garden. The room is also extremely bright, with a special literary atmosphere and a unique flavor.

Worried that this courtyard would not be to the liking of the imperial physician Jiang, Chun'er behaved very kindly along the way and carefully introduced the courtyard to Jiang Lin.

"Imperial Physician Jiang, the plaque of Qingzhu Pavilion was nominated by your Excellency. Madam lived here before, but later young lady came and was afraid of the shadow of bamboo, always thinking it was a monster, so Madam moved out of this courtyard. Imperial Physician Jiang, take a look at this courtyard and see if it is okay?" Chun'er mentioned Madam's words just to tell Jiang Lin that even Madam had lived in this courtyard, so he shouldn't despise it.

But the person with ulterior motives heard that he was arranged to stay in the woman's backyard. Because of the deliberate thought, Jiang Lin's ears could not help but feel a little hot.

Although he understood what the little maid meant, the fact that he was arranged in this courtyard made the always honest and pure imperial physician Jiang Lin inevitably overthink.

However, after hearing Chun'er's words, Jiang Lin still found some doubts and asked in confusion, "After all, this Qingzhu Pavilion is a women's courtyard. I..."

Chun Er smiled knowingly and explained, "Doctor Jiang, rest assured, sir. You only have one wife, Madam, and your daughter has been sent to the Jia Mansion, so Doctor Jiang can stay here without worry. You are the only master in the entire Lin Mansion."

After saying this, Chun'er's smile faded as she thought of the young lady who had been sent away and the seriously ill adult. She looked with sad eyes at the tall plaque hanging on the wall - Qingzhu Pavilion.

The ink of the three words has faded a little with the years, but you can still see the character of the writer, unrestrained and rigorous. Before the master fell ill, he was a handsome young man who was good at riding and archery, but now... the master is... Chun'er was speechless, but her clear almond eyes were quietly filled with moisture, and the corners of her eyes unconsciously turned slightly red.

Jiang Lin raised his head and looked at the plaque. He knew that the little maid was thinking of Lord Lin.

A sad atmosphere gently diffused from the courtyard caressed by the bamboo forest, revealing a silent atmosphere.

However, Chun'er was not a girl who was afraid of being immersed in sorrow. After arranging accommodation for Imperial Physician Jiang, she left.

The East Courtyard, Chunxi Pavilion is also Lin Ruhai's courtyard.

Qingyin was gently wiped by Ansheng, and then he lay down on the bed. The intense sleepiness and fatigue made him quickly close his extremely beautiful eyes. The whole person looked like a well-preserved corpse of a beauty. His breathing was frighteningly light, and his overly pale face seemed to have no trace of blood, like ice crystals on the top of the snow, so cold that he seemed to be separated from others by a layer of fog.

Ansheng waited quietly by the side, observing the adults' situation.

At first, they were very scared when they saw adults like this, and often used their fingers to feel the adults' breathing. Later, perhaps because their tears had dried up, they gradually got used to the adults' behavior.

After entering Chunxi Pavilion, Chun'er's steps unconsciously slowed down and became lighter.

Walking into the inner room, Chun'er looked at Ansheng who was quietly guarding beside her without any surprise, and made a slight gesture. This was the gesture for her and Ansheng to discuss going to the pharmacy to boil medicine. She and Ansheng were both the adults' confidants, and they didn't trust others to boil the medicine, so they could only watch it themselves.

Seeing Chun'er's gesture, Ansheng, a tall man in his early thirties, nodded gently. There was no trace of roughness of a macho in his movements, but they were full of delicacy.

The room was silent and dark, with only a little candle light in the distance, but that did not affect the sleep in the inner room at all.

Qingyin slept until night. She could only tell from the color outside the window that it was probably past the hour of Hai.

The eyebrows are like green feathers, and the color is like emerald, but the cold color between the eyebrows dilutes the gorgeousness and fragility of this appearance, making the danger and fragility extremely mixed together. At first glance, it looks like a beautiful flower, but when you are lured over, you realize that it is a carnivorous plant hidden in the mud.

The original body obviously did not have this contradictory temperament, but the body with a new soul fully brought out the beauty of this body. Qingyin restrained the poison-like aura on her body and revealed some harmless and upright temperament like the original body.

Looking at the darkness in front of him, Qingyin planned to sit up.

This body is not actually sick, but he has to be sick under the effect of the disease-removing pill. Now there is no one to act and he needs to pretend to be weak. He definitely has the strength to support himself.

Ansheng, who had been paying attention to this side, quickly realized that the adult had woken up. The tall and strong figure immediately walked to Qingyin and supported Qingyin.

At this time, Qingyin realized that Ansheng, who was following her, had been squatting silently by the bed. She didn't know how he, with his big body, could curl up on that small footbed.

Qingyin was a little confused, but Ansheng couldn't see the look in his beloved adult's eyes in the dark, so he couldn't answer him.

With Ansheng's action, Qingyin was helped by him to lean on the cushion, and the candles in the room were lit one by one. In an instant, the room became bright.

"What time is it now? Ansheng." Qingyin asked, moistening her dry throat.

An Sheng's voice was hoarse and deep, and he said, "My lord, it is now the hour of Hai."

"Hel me up."

"Yes, my lord."

Ansheng washed and wiped Qingyin's face silently. After a while, Qingyin sat down at the dining table.

There were some light meals on the ordinary table. Although they were not heavy in taste, they were full of fragrance.

After the meal, Qingyin looked at the bowl of black medicine on the table, took a deep breath, and drank it all. She didn't know what Jiang Lin added to the medicine, but it was a hundred times more bitter than the medicine made by the court doctor. Qingyin couldn't help but frowned slightly.

As if knowing that adults are afraid of bitterness, Ansheng has already handed over a candied fruit.

The slight sweetness brought by the candied fruit dispelled the bitterness in the mouth, and Qingyin's extremely beautiful brows gradually relaxed.

The moonlight is like water, pouring through the window. Under the illumination of the bright red candles, the beauty leaning on the soft chair has a hint of hazy beauty.

An Sheng was stunned by her beauty, but when she understood, she immediately lowered her head in shame, not daring to look at the adult she admired so much.

During this recuperation, under Jiang Lin's persuasion, Qingyin stayed at home obediently for half a month.

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Emperor Kangxi valued him very much. Although he gave the position of Salt Inspector to someone else, he was reluctant to let him resign and gave him a seemingly higher-ranking and idle position - Taifu.

You don't need to do anything, just come to court every day.

Fearing that Qingyin would be tired, Emperor Kangxi told him to wait until he felt better before going to court, and also arranged a carriage for him.

The change in Lin Ruhai's position is very confusing. You say that changing him from the Imperial Censor of Salt to the position of Taifu, which is a title without power, seems that the emperor no longer values Lin Ruhai. But when Lin Ruhai fell ill, the emperor gave him medicine and conferred a title on his daughter. It doesn't make sense to say that the emperor did not value him.

The official who didn't think too much said, "Is it simply because Lord Lin is not in good health, and Your Majesty wants to give Lord Lin a lighter job?"

"You are too naive!" The self-righteous and smart official stared at the official.

The official was shaken by the look from his colleagues. “Perhaps there is some other meaning behind this, Your Majesty?”

The official staring at him said angrily, "Of course. Your Majesty is such a resourceful man, and Lord Lin is not a simple person either. Your Majesty values Lord Lin so much, how could he just think like this? In my opinion, there may be other deep meanings behind His Majesty's arrangement."

"You're right, I didn't think enough." The official who was successfully brought to the bottom of the ditch fell into deep thought.

……

This idea spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and it became clear in the minds of officials and princes. The more they thought about it, the more they became respectful and fearful towards Emperor Kangxi in the court.

Emperor Kangxi looked at the courtiers who had been extremely honest in the past few days, and raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction. As expected of him, he managed these courtiers strictly. Looking at the courtiers below who were like magpies, Emperor Kangxi's eyes could not help but become empty. He didn't know how Lin Aiqing was doing, so he asked Liang Jiugong to report in the afternoon.

The official who was reporting on the agricultural situation in the south of the Yangtze River spoke in an orderly manner, but when he was about to finish and the emperor had no intention of asking any more questions, the official became even more nervous and sweat broke out in beads.

Why is His Majesty still silent? Is there something wrong with his report, or has he committed something recently? The green-robed official's voice trembled even more, "Jiang-jiangnan soybean sprouts..."

Seeing the official who looked like he was about to cry, the officials standing on the side felt very sympathetic, but they did not dare to say a word and lowered their heads even more honestly.

His Majesty was silent for a long time, Liang Jiugong did not dare to remind him, he also thought that His Majesty was thinking about something, but he wondered if the normal farming in Jiangnan was worth His Majesty's consideration? He was a little confused, but he dared to ask His Majesty for confirmation.

Kangxi came back to his senses and looked at the official who was just finishing his speech. He cleared his throat and spoke perfunctorily.

Although the official was extremely frightened, was it his fault? Emperor Kangxi continued to attend court calmly, and it was completely impossible to tell that His Majesty had been distracted for a while.

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Qingyin was unaware of the speculations of his colleagues in the court and the longing of Emperor Kangxi for him. He had already set out to the Jia Mansion to pick up his daughter with Imperial Physician Jiang and his cronies.

(Here, the Lin Mansion is set in the capital, and the Jia Mansion is set in Jinling.)

Jinling is far away from the capital. One has to take the capital's main road, pass through several cities, and then take the water route from the shore to reach Jinling.

It is autumn, and the cool autumn wind blows against the old trees. The yellow leaves fall quietly, forming clusters of small mounds of earth.

When they arrived in Hangzhou, which was closer to the river, the colder it was. Chun'er wrapped Qingyin like a quilt, for fear that her master would be cold.

Qingyin put on a thick black robe, and looked like a person growing out of a quilt. It didn't look bloated, but instead made her enchanting face look even cuter.

Qingyin really wanted to refuse to be wrapped up like this, but as soon as he refused, the little maid's beautiful big eyes filled with tears. He turned his head and asked for help from Imperial Physician Jiang and Ansheng beside him.

The taciturn Ansheng silently turned his back on the adult's gaze and did not dare to look at him.

Imperial Physician Jiang did speak, but he didn't show any sign of favoring Qingyin.

"The weather is getting colder in early autumn. My lord, your health is not good, so you'd better wear more clothes." The young imperial physician Jiang smiled gently, but his eyes were full of disapproval when he looked at Qingyin.

Seeing hopelessness, Qingyin withdrew her gaze.

On the other hand, Imperial Physician Jiang, who was being looked at by Qingyin, felt a little regretful. Lord Lin was rarely so cute and childish, but it was a pity that he would probably never be able to see him like this again in the future.

Qingyin and his group were led by Qingyin, with Jiang Lin walking beside him, and behind them were a group of strong soldiers.

These soldiers were the imperial guards that Emperor Kangxi packed up after hearing the news from Jiang Lin. With instructions from his majesty's confidant Liang Jiugong, they were extremely honest and obedient, and they worked even more diligently when they saw the adults they were to escort.

A group of people walking on the road in Hangzhou City would definitely attract attention. Since Qingyin was a man, he didn't worry too much and walked in front with his face exposed.

He didn't care at all about the surprised and amazed looks that fell on his face.

Hangzhou is a small city with unique characteristics. Although it is far away from the capital, it is built along the river and has prosperous business, especially the excellent development of waterways.

But even so, beautiful women are rarely seen in Hangzhou, especially this kind of beauty who is completely out of this worldly world. Street vendors and pedestrians are all stunned and standing there, some even want to chase after the beauty in the distance.

The beauty of a beautiful woman transcends gender. When her beauty reaches an extreme level, it will attract the pursuit of countless men and women.

Chen Yong, the leading soldier protecting Qingyin, understood this deeply. Facing the obsessed audience, he had a subtle sense of superiority in his eyes as if he had seen the adults first, and he and his subordinates warned the people around them in a familiar manner not to get close.