The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

At the temple gate, the guards who had reported the news were feeling a little sleepy. In order to get rid of the sleepiness from the long journey, they gathered together and said, "I heard that this Qingbei Temple is quite spiritual, but is this young master really here?"

The one who asked the question was a young, round-faced guard. He curiously asked Wang Nan, the oldest guard and the leader of the group. He coughed lightly and said, "That's for sure. This is the place the master told me to go. The eldest son must be here, right?"

"Brother, what is this young master doing here? I haven't heard of anyone living in a temple. Could he be a monk?" The young guard who spoke boldly received a pat on the head from the eldest brother. "You little bastard, we are here to pick someone up. How dare you talk about the master's affairs!"

The young guard, covering his head, stared at his eldest brother Wang Nan aggrievedly, and cast a look for help to the other guards, but no one paid any attention to him.

Xiao Mingzi is young and dares to say anything. It is time to punish him. Don't let him commit the crime in front of his master, otherwise he will be beaten at best, and he won't dare to say anything if it is serious.

Seeing the reactions of the people around him, Xiao Mingzi, who had always been taken care of by several older brothers because of his young age, also became obedient, and the spirit on his pretty baby face drooped.

Looking at the unhappy Xiao Mingzi, Wang Nan forced himself to suppress the urge to comfort him and not let Xiao Mingzi learn this lesson, otherwise he would definitely make the same mistake again next time.

Because of Xiao Mingzi, they didn't feel comfortable talking about anything else. They just stared blankly at the gate of the temple, wondering curiously about the eldest master's face.

Both the master and the mistress are good-looking, the second son is also good-looking, and I guess the eldest son is also good-looking, right?

As if the temple door heard their inner thoughts, it creaked and was slowly pushed open.

A man in white walked out, and mixed with the moonlight slanting down from behind the gate, it was as if the sky was getting a little brighter.

In the hazy moonlight, there is a young man in white, with a handsome face, graceful figure, and a slender body. His whole demeanor is beautiful in every way, but what makes people hold their breath the most is his stunning face with a mole between his eyebrows. This is a beauty that transcends worldly imagination, a sacred beauty, which makes people feel as if they have dreamed of a miracle even when seeing it, it is so beautiful that it is difficult to be distracted.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly in their places with eyes wide open. Only Wang Nan, the oldest and barely sober man, stepped forward cautiously and asked tentatively, "Young Master?"

"Ah."

The monks following Qingyin were not surprised by the daze of these guards. Before, they themselves would be stunned from time to time when they saw their eldest brother becoming more and more handsome, let alone these guards who they had never seen before.

Looking at the absent-minded guards, the monks proudly and reluctantly pulled the guards one by one, handed them the large and small packages of food, and hurriedly reminded them: "This is the sesame cake I prepared for my eldest brother. Keep it well and give it to my eldest brother if he is hungry on the road."

"This is dried green dates. Don't put it with the sauce. It will get damp easily. Have a snack on the way."

"This is red bean cake... this is orange..."

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From the time they picked up the eldest son to the time they returned home, the guards on horseback were in a daze and had not come to their senses. Looking at the leader Wang Nan who was driving the carriage in front of them, they looked cautiously towards the carriage covered with thick cloth.

Large and small packages of food were packed into the spacious carriage. Qingyin sat in the carriage, flipping through a book about the capital. It was unknown who had stuffed it into the package and gave it to him. Perhaps they were worried that he didn't know much about the capital, so they bought a special book for him. Qingyin knew that the temple was quiet and the monks would definitely not be able to buy these miscellaneous books. They could probably only be found at the nearby market, which was ten miles away.

Thinking of the meaning of these words, Qingyin's mouth corners unconsciously curled up slightly.

The story is about a scholar in the capital who studies hard, passes the imperial examination and gradually becomes a high-ranking official. Although the story is obviously exaggerated and the words are relatively simple, it can still be used to kill time on the road.

Halfway through the reading, a cautious voice came from outside the car window, "Master, do you want to stop for dinner?"

Wang Nan spoke carefully, using all the vocabulary he had learned throughout his life to treat the eldest master. If he was dealing with other masters, he would not be so careful, but this eldest master... Thinking of that speechless face and temperament, Wang Nan could not help but be more gentle.

"Okay." Wang Nan couldn't help blushing when he heard the eldest master's gentle and pleasant voice.

But in fact, Qingyin was not as aloof and cold as they imagined. He casually distributed the steamed buns prepared for him by the monks in the temple to the guards. He even took a jar of soybean paste and stuffed it directly into the hands of the guard leader Wang Nan. Only then was Qingyin ready to enjoy his share.

The steamed buns were steamed overnight by the fellow apprentices. They were still steaming inside the package. They were a little cooler now, but just right for eating. The soybean paste was also made in the temple. It wasn’t particularly good, but it was excellent in this wilderness.

Qingyin was not picky. She carefully ate the steamed bun in her hand with soybean paste before getting off the carriage. She asked the guards to find a place near a stream. Qingyin gently rinsed her hands with cold water and they were clean.

A clean handkerchief was handed over to her. Qingyin was slightly surprised. She looked up and saw a baby face with a silly smile and big white teeth.

"Master, please use my handkerchief to wipe it dry." Xiao Mingzi said shyly and nervously with a red face.

Qingyin curled the corners of her mouth slightly and said gently: "Thank you, what's your name? I'll wash it and give it to you when I get back." She took the clean handkerchief handed to her by the little guard, wiped it simply and put it in her arms.

“Ahhh, no, no need. Sir, my name is Chen Ming. How can I…” The young guard explained in a panic, his voice stuttering.

Xiao Mingzi was so angry that he felt discouraged and lowered his head dejectedly. Really, he failed at the critical moment and stuttered like this. The eldest master must be disgusted with him.

Qing Yin listened patiently, and looking at the guard who was speaking more and more quietly, he lowered his head and smiled: "It's okay, I'll give it to you when we meet next time. I hope you can give me a chance to return it to its original owner."

Chen Ming raised his head in astonishment, and was greeted by the gentle smile of the eldest son. Facing the sunshine, the light was probably brighter than the sun, and it was also the clearest scene in his memory.

The guards standing by naturally saw the eldest son and Chen Ming's interaction clearly, but they couldn't tell what they felt. They just felt that the eldest son was different from the master, and the second son... They couldn't tell what the difference was, but the eldest son was really someone who made people like him.

In the largest restaurant in the capital, a beautiful girl with curved eyebrows and lively temperament came up to Luo Jiancang and asked curiously: "Jiancang, do you really have a brother? It can't be someone else..."