The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Everyone was dazzled by the sight of the fair-faced gentleman standing above. His green clothes were embellished with a few hidden gold lines, revealing a touch of luxury in simplicity. He also wore a black belt around his waist, which made his waist look even thinner. The most eye-catching thing was not his well-proportioned figure, but his perfect facial features, especially the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, which added a touch of sacred temperament.

People can't help but look at it and admire it, but that sacred and delicate face also has a kind of aloofness that makes people dare not offend.

The reason why a beauty is a beauty is probably because of her face that is so beautiful that even gender cannot resist her charm. Everyone suddenly understood why there is only the title of beauty, and not beautiful woman or beautiful man.

But at the moment when everyone was amazed and dazed, Luo Jiancang was undoubtedly the most sober person. He couldn't help but murmured: "Brother?"

The voice happened to be heard by Cheng Fugui who was nearby, "Brother???"

"This is your big brother!" To change Cheng Fugui from a funny person to a quiet one, one only needs a good friend and big brother who is extremely beautiful. Cheng Fugui has proved with facts that people can change.

Half an hour later, Luo Jiancang looked at the little fat boy who followed him closely and looked shy from time to time. His expression was indescribable.

During a break in get out of class, he pulled his friend over and whispered, "Fu Xiaopang, didn't you say you only like girls?"

Cheng Fugui hesitated when asked, and put on all kinds of pretentious gestures: "Well, it's not impossible for Brother Luo to be like this, hehe."

Luo Jiancang: “…”

"roll!"

Cheng Fugui quickly straightened his expression: "Hey, Cang'er! Cang'er, from now on we are half-brothers, my money is your money, and your elder brother is also my elder brother!"

"..."

Luo Jiancang greeted him cordially with the same words again, "Get lost!"

After a while, the students in Class B also realized that the new student was the recently famous Mr. Luo Qingzhang who had won first place in the county and prefectural examinations, and was also Luo Jiancang's elder brother.

Afterwards, with Qingyin's presence, everyone also glanced absent-mindedly at the figure that seemed to be carrying holy light, their eyes full of amazement.

After class, no one dared to disturb Qingyin who was sitting by the window.

However, they were all silently observing the movements over there.

Qingyin deliberately chose a seat by the window. Luo Jiancang happened to be sitting in the middle seat on the left, making it convenient for him to check homework.

Luo Jiancang, who had a "polite" discussion with Fu Xiaopang about how his elder brother would always be his elder brother, excitedly but timidly ran to his brother, "Brother? Why are you here?"

Qingyin propped up her chin and raised it slightly: "What do you think?"

Luo Jiancang, who was too excited, finally realized that he had asked an idiotic question. He chuckled and sat in the empty seat next to Qingyin. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Brother, are you reluctant to leave me? That's why you came to my class."

Qingyin smiled faintly: "..."

He casually pushed away the enthusiastic face and said, "No, I just want to supervise your study. Please give me the previous progress directly. I have asked the dean to arrange a place for us in the academy. Remember to complete it on time, understand?"

The more Qingyin spoke, the stiffer Luo Jiancang's face became. A trace of despair flashed through his mind, and the joy he had just felt when he saw his elder brother seemed to gradually fade away.

At this moment, Cheng Fugui jumped out. He smiled shyly and said, "Hello, Brother Luo. My name is Cheng Fugui."

Luo Jiancang, who seemed to have lost his soul, stood in front of Qingyin and said weakly: "Brother, this is my good friend, Cheng Fugui. You can call him Fatty Fu."

Looking at Cheng Fugui, who was white and fat but had a clear look in his eyes, he was a man of good character. Qingyin smiled gently: "Hello, my son Jian Cang is sometimes naughty, but it is thanks to Xiao Cheng's tolerance."

Qingyin rejected the title sent by Luo Jiancang. He never liked derogatory titles, no matter whether the other party cared or not.

Cheng Fugui's eyes brightened up when he was praised. He blushed and said shyly, "No, no, no, Jian Cang has a good personality. He doesn't need my help."

Damn it, I never thought my last name was so nice, oh, it’s not nice, Comrade Cheng Fugui. At this moment, he felt that nothing in the world could separate the pure friendship between him and Jian Cang. Whoever moves would be irreconcilable with him.

The students who were silently watching this scene on the side swallowed their envy and jealousy in their hearts and cast their eyes towards Cheng Fugui. Damn it, they could only watch from afar, but that little fat boy could talk to Master Luo Qingzhang and even get a smile from Master Luo Qingzhang. Woo woo woo, why aren't they Luo Jiancang's friends?

But because of this, many people have also reached another perspective.

Young Master Luo Qingzhang looks like a celestial being and is not easy to approach. Why don't they start with Luo Jiancang? After all, it would be much easier to become Luo Jiancang's friend.

There were many people who had the same idea at the time. After a while, Luo Jiancang felt the extremely burning gazes on him, which made him feel a little uneasy. He twisted his body, turned around and glared fiercely, and then the gazes were reduced a little.

However, Luo Jiancang obviously underestimated the enthusiasm of the crowd and Qingyin's charm. There were people helping him with drinking water, eating, and going up and down. Some even wanted to accompany him to the toilet, which made Luo Jiancang hold on to his pants tightly to protect his moral integrity, and he looked around at the students suspiciously.

He knew that some people just liked men, so some academies hired book boys. That was why Luo Jiancang had always ignored them before. But why did he suddenly set his sights on me? But I wasn't this handsome the day before?

The narcissistic words fell into Cheng Fugui's ears.

Cheng Fugui's chubby face twisted slightly for a second. He pulled Luo Jiancang's clothes expressionlessly, motioning him to look at Qingyin.

"Brother, how do you think that with Brother Luo around, someone would be attracted to your face?"

The sharp words directly shattered the boy's confidence.

Luo Jiancang looked at the sunlight falling on his elder brother's face through the window, a face that seemed to be covered with a layer of atmospheric filter, and fell into autism. Well, he was overthinking.

Cheng Fugui looked at the depressed Luo Jiancang and consoled him a little: "It's okay, Brother Luo is a fairy in the sky, and we are shit on the ground. There is no need for us to compare."

Luo Jiancang: “…” The words may be rough, but the logic is sound. However, what you said is too rough.

Luo Jiancang stared at Fu Xiaopang with dead eyes. He comforted him very well. Don't comfort him again next time.

Cheng Fugui looked a little guilty: "Well, they all want to become your friends and get close to Big Brother. You have to be persistent and don't be corrupted by their sugar-coated bullets."

"Of course. Who am I to be corrupted by these foreign objects?"

The two of them bickered and talked, and from time to time they admired Qingyin with pleasure.

Qingyin ignored him, took the white paper in her hand and wrote a few more test papers easily. Well, my second brother and younger sister have almost finished their work, so it's time to add some new ones.