The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

The man who came out was dressed in red, his eyelashes were long and densely covering his eyelids, so the expression in his eyes could not be seen clearly, but the color in his eyes was far better than that of all glass. His thin pale pink lips were showing a slight smile, which was extremely obvious on his overly pale face and attracted more attention.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

At that time, Lin Zhixiao knew without anyone telling him that this extremely handsome young man was Master Lin.

Looking at Master Lin with a smile on his face, Lin Zhixiao knew that what he said just now had entered his ears. He didn't dare to look at the evil face of this adult anymore. His face seemed to be burning as he lowered his head and nodded.

Those servants were not as rational as Steward Lin. They all stared at Qingyin with amazement and admiration in their eyes.

They finally understood why Miss Jia Min in the mansion had to marry Lord Lin, who had a miserable life at that time! Oh my god, Lord Lin was so handsome, and people were vying to marry him. Miss Jia Min was really lucky to marry such a peerless Lord Lin!

Everyone had the same thought in their mind.

Of course Qingyin heard everything Lin Zhixiao said just now. Looking at the steward Lin who was lowering his head after making a fool of himself, he smiled slightly, his attitude was gentle and distant.

"Then please let this butler lead the way."

"Um... OK, okay." Lin Zhixiao somehow lost his usual composure when faced with Lord Lin's appearance, and responded foolishly.

Along the way, he was no longer so flattering to Master Lin. Lin Zhixiao secretly looked at Master Lin standing in front of him. In fact, after walking a short distance just now, he regained his rationality. If it were according to his usual habits, although he made a fool of himself, he would still compete to curry favor with Master Lin later. But looking at the adult with outstanding appearance in front of him, Lin Zhixiao subconsciously did not use his usual habits. He always felt that he should maintain some demeanor in front of this adult who was like a fairy.

Qingyin followed Lin Zhixiao's instructions, walked through the corridor and along the path, and along the way he was also looking at the layout of Rong Mansion.

From the memory of the last time the original body came to the Jia Mansion, although the Jia Mansion has not changed much, some differences can still be vaguely seen.

Although this magnificent mansion looks bright and glorious on the outside, it actually exudes an aura of corruption and decay. Thinking of how the Lin Mansion's money was taken away by the Jia family after Zhongyuan's death in the original world, and how the Jia family even used his money to pamper his daughter, Qingyin looked ahead with a gentler look in her eyes, and the smile on her lips deepened, but that smile was completely invisible in her eyes.

The maids and servants who passed by caught a glimpse of the men in red led by Steward Lin, and they all stood there in a daze, crying out in surprise.

Qingyin had long been accustomed to these phenomena, and Ansheng, Chun'er and others who were staying with the adults were even more accustomed to this scene. They followed the adults calmly and walked towards the front yard.

In the eyes of Steward Lin, this gentleman and even his servants were extremely calm and composed, like great generals. Their demeanor was far superior to that of the Jia family, and they were truly worthy of being servants of Lord Lin from the capital.

In the front yard, Grandmother Jia had already asked someone to notify several masters in the mansion, but the timing was unfortunate and only the eldest master's son Jia Lian was at home. The maid who notified them gritted her teeth and called the eldest son Jia Lian and the head Wang Xifeng first.

Before the other young masters and young ladies had finished calling out, Qingyin had already arrived at the front yard. As soon as the handsome young man walked into the front yard, the whole room seemed to become brighter.

The tall and graceful figure, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, the man in red had a white and transparent face, like snowflakes falling from a snowy mountain, or like white jade carefully polished among thousands of mountains and rivers, with a cold beauty, immersed in the coldness and indifference in his bones. The red clothes made his skin look even whiter, so white that there was no trace of blood, so white that it made people feel distressed, but the coldness in his eyes, framed by long eyelashes, separated all of this, but when the man in red pursed his pink lips, the coldness on his body seemed to be offset, just like the iceberg melting in early spring and the flowers blooming in the warm spring, amazing and incomparable.

Looking at her son-in-law who vaguely resembled his former appearance, Grandmother Jia was amazed and her eyes were melancholy as if she had returned to the day when Min'er got married, when the young and handsome groom, with a happy face, rode a horse to pick up the bride.

But the man in red in front of her was still too young, and much more handsome than he was then, but the look in his eyes was no longer youthful, but much more steadfast, and his face was too pale. Without needing to see clearly, Jia's mother understood that her son-in-law's health was no longer as good as when he was young.

Yuanyang was standing behind Lady Jia, she was so stunned that she was speechless. In her opinion, even the most handsome young man in the mansion, Jia Lian, could not compare to the person in front of her. Her cheeks were flushed and she lowered her eyes in astonishment.