The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

After showing off his eldest son at the Ministry of Works all night, Father Luo returned to the Earl's Mansion contentedly. In the early morning, although he was physically tired, he was still energetic both mentally and physically. He called Qingyin.

"Zhang'er, since you have passed the provincial examination, your father is relieved. However, the college examination is in June. Your father still hopes that you can go to Bailu Academy to study. There is more to it than just studying there." Father Luo said meaningfully.

Qingyin also understood what Luo's father meant. He nodded and said, "My son understands what his father means and is willing to go to the academy."

Smart people communicate quickly, and the father and son got a satisfactory result through eye contact.

The next day, Luo Jiancang carefully looked at his elder brother who was standing there like a beautiful scenery and said, "Brother, I will be back to the academy tomorrow? I can't give you this homework, right?"

Qing Yin raised her eyebrows slightly and opened her lips slightly: "Well, you don't have to give it to me tomorrow."

His success brought him the jealous and envious gaze of Luo Miaoqing, and Luo Jiancang couldn't stop smiling.

Qingyin looked at Luo Jiancang, who was smiling happily while reading. Well, it would be better not to tell this silly child that he would also go to the academy tomorrow. It would be better to let him be happy for a while.

Well, since he is such a kind-hearted brother, I’d better not tell him for now.

In the evening, the little girl who had just finished practicing whipping came running over breathlessly, waiting for Qingyin's praise, staring at him with sparkling eyes.

"Yeah, good practice." Try to give the cult leader a good whip and practice tattooing.

Qingyin smiled gently, without any trace of cold murderous intent.

The little girl just felt cold all over, and disappeared in the next second.

Luo Miaoqing thought it was an illusion and continued to practice with the whip without paying any attention.

Although the girl who inherited Qingyin's true teachings was not yet as good as any master, her whip skills had already taken shape. The whip fell to the ground with a crackling sound, but no one wanted to try its power.

The Bailu Academy was officially opened, and Luo Jiancang rushed back to the academy. He swore that he had never felt that the trees in the academy were so green, the flowers were so fragrant, and even the teacher seemed cuter than his elder brother. There was also chubby Cheng Fugui... Everything was so much better than his elder brother who was undergoing devilish training at home.

Facing Luo Jiancang's excited and extremely happy expression, Cheng Fugui, a good friend of his, the only son of a wealthy family in Beijing, touched the goose bumps on his body and crossed his arms, "What are you doing? Why are you looking at me like this all of a sudden?"

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Cheng Fugui said in horror: "You are not interested in me, are you? I am the legitimate son of our family, and I am as straight as can be."

Luo Jiancang: “…”

It's hard to put it into words, "Fuck, what are you thinking, I like you, you little fat boy?"

Hearing the familiar tone, Cheng Fugui relaxed. He pretended to raise his eyebrows and said in a comical voice, "Oh, everyone knows whether you are coveting my wealthy and prosperous body."

Luo Jiancang: "Ugh, stop disgusting me, Fatty Fu, can you be more normal?"

"Okay, okay."

"But kid, why don't you come out to play recently? I haven't heard from you for several months. Hey, I heard that your elder brother got the first place in the provincial and county examinations, and he is also handsome. Is he really that handsome? How about Gao, Qin and others?" Cheng Fugui asked excitedly.

Cheng Fugui's voice was neither small nor loud, but people who were close to the circle could definitely hear it.

Moreover, the person being asked was Luo Qingzhang, the most popular figure in Beijing recently. What was more famous than his academic performance was his appearance, which made others even more curious and put their ears closer.

Luo Jiancang said proudly: "Humph, that's because my elder brother is both handsome and talented, and he is many times more handsome than Qin Shaohuai and the others!"

Luo Jiancang's tone was firm, and he was Qin Shaohuai's good friend, and he also knew that group of arrogant and powerful people, so what he said was naturally credible.

Others secretly sighed, not knowing whether it was the family filter of the Second Young Master Luo, or whether the eldest son of the Luo family was really that handsome, otherwise they really couldn't imagine that the man was far more handsome than Qin Shaohuai and Yin Xianzhi.

During the discussion, a few people did not notice that on normal days, the teacher would have come to class by now, but he did not come today.

Qingyin was greeted by He Linghua, the dean of Bailu Academy in the morning. She looked at the extremely amiable old man standing in front of her with a helpless look on her face.

Perhaps it was a common problem among old people. He Linghua, who wanted to be a matchmaker when he had a young person he admired, looked at Qingyin with admiration and joy. He had originally come to meet people only because of the essay for the county exam, but he had not expected that this young friend Luo's face was even more dazzling than the talent of his subordinates. He almost forgot the purpose of his visit, but he did not care now. He Linghua asked tentatively, "Is the young friend married?"

Qingyin: "..."

"No, I don't plan to get married for the time being. I don't dare to start a family without achieving success."

"That's right, you are still young." He Linghua stroked his smooth beard, nodded with a smile, but only he knew what he was thinking in his heart.

Well, when I get home I'll tell his little daughter to try hard to bring home such a handsome son-in-law.

Feeling the increasingly scorching gazes, Qingyin saw the teacher coming over with a look of almost like a savior. Great, she could finally leave the overly enthusiastic Dean He.

Master Chen, who rushed over, was first stunned by her beauty before he heard what Dean He said.

"Xiao Chen, this Luo Qingzhang, the eldest son of the Ningyuan Earl's Mansion, came to the academy to study. Luo Qingzhang wants to be with his brother, so you can take him back to Class B."

Bailu Academy was divided into three classes according to the students' test scores: Class A, Class B, and Class C. The scores were ranked from the highest to the lowest. Luo Jiancang was assigned to the middle class, Class B. This was also because each student had different abilities and progress, so it was convenient for them to be divided.

Hearing Dean He's voice, the dazed Mr. Chen nodded honestly and shyly took Qingyin to Class B.

Looking at the calm and graceful Qing Yin, Master Chen's extremely serious face could no longer be serious. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Master Qing Zhang, if you have any questions, you can come and ask me in person."

Although he was oblivious to what was happening outside, he knew that Young Master Luo was the top scorer in the provincial exam. If he were divided according to his scores, he should be in Class A. Master Chen said this specifically because he was worried that Qingyin's studies would be affected by the progress of Class B.

Qingyin also understood Master Chen's kindness. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Master Chen. I understand."

We walked around a rocky path and passed a classical corridor. Surprisingly, we didn't meet anyone on the way, probably because we were in class.

Qingyin successfully got to Class B.

In the Class B classroom, Master Chen walked in first. He listened to the students who were making some noises but gradually became silent because of his arrival. He said seriously, "Ahem, another student is here today. Welcome everyone."

The people below looked at each other and some raised their heads curiously.