The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

"Brother!" Luo Miaoqing's familiar voice came, and Qingyin looked up and saw it.

Seeing the headscarf on the little girl, Qingyin's eyes lit up and she raised her head and mouthed: "Headscarf."

Luo Miaoqing spent more time with her elder brother during this period. Because of her martial arts training, she also understood her elder brother's habits. Although she didn't understand what her elder brother meant, the little girl, who already understood, subconsciously threw down the headscarf she used to block the sun.

The flowing and thin headscarf spread out in the wind and turned into a transparent red sari. Qingyin raised his hand and steered the horse forward. With a flip, the red sari fell into his hand.

With a gentle tug and rub of his left hand, the sari seemed to have a soul, consciously blocking and wrapping left and right. All the heavy objects thrown at it were wrapped up and fell to the ground, and only some light flowers that were harmless to people fell on Qingyin's body.

A red peony fell right on Qingyin's head.

Flowers and beauties, it's hard to tell which one is more beautiful. The beauty that makes people forget to breathe makes Qingyin less isolated and cold, as if the fairy in the sky has a more human touch and is easier to approach.

Especially when that person raised his eyes and smiled, everyone was so amazed that they couldn't say anything. They could only shout even more crazily: "Ahhhhhhhh!"

Luo Miaoqing, who was laughed at by her elder brother, threw flowers down madly. Lin's mother, who was sitting next to her, did the same, throwing flowers at Qingyin one by one as if they were free.

Qingyin, as if surrounded by flowers, reluctantly accepted the baptism of flowers. It was understandable that he had refused the silver, purses and other things before, but not these beautiful and light flowers. Forget it, just let them be happy today.

Thinking of this, Qing Yin turned his head and no longer looked at Luo Miaoqing and the others, and ignored the waves of burning and obsessed gazes from below the restaurant. However, it was not that he ignored them. It was mainly because there were too many people parading on the streets today, and there were too many such glances cast at him, and he could not look at them all carefully.

No matter how slowly the parade moved, it still passed Qingyun Street.

On the second floor of the restaurant, in Lin Congyu's private room, Lin Congyu looked at the figure that had already gone away, her eyes full of obsession, "Is that Jian Cang's eldest brother? What's his name?"

"Luo Qingzhang." The one who answered her was not Qin Shaohuai, but Gao Chenyi who was standing aside and swaying. At this moment, he didn't even care about the tea in his hand that had overflowed after who knows how long, and couldn't help but say the name that the little followers read out last time.

But at this moment, unlike the last time when he was irritated, ripples appeared in his heart, and the sound of his heartbeat seemed to be louder than his voice.

This emotion, similar to the one in front of Lin Congyu but even more intense, tightly wrapped around his heartbeat. As if deceiving himself, he turned his head stiffly and looked at Lin Congyu, as if to verify that he had not fantasized about anything else.

But when he turned his head and saw the surprise and obsession in Lin Congyu's eyes, he subconsciously frowned and felt some disgust towards Lin Congyu. This woman looked like a pervert no matter how she looked at everyone... This thought was not deep, but buried deeply in his heart, like a seed planted in his heart in advance, just waiting to be nourished to sprout and take root.

Qin Shaohuai standing by was not much better. Although his expression did not change, he was the only one who knew how tightly he clenched his fists in his sleeves and how confused his mind was.

However, Qingyin didn't know that the protagonist team had already seen him, and even had other thoughts in their minds, but he didn't care.

Like the top scholars in previous years, Qingyin was awarded the sixth-rank position of compiler in the Hanlin Academy. However, unlike the previous top scholars, Qingyin was also sent by the emperor to explain his ideas on governance to Zhu Shi, the official who was dealing with floods in Jiangnan.

For this old man with gray hair, Qingyin was like timely help, especially since many of Qingyin's ideas coincided with Zhu Shi's, which made him even happier. However, he tended to forget the time while chatting every day, and had to ask the servants to remind him of meal times every day.

However, perhaps because of their good relationship during this period, the old man Zhu Shi couldn't help but ask for introduction to a partner. Perhaps as he gets older, he has more ideas about finding a partner. Qing Yin looked at the old man's expectant eyes and politely and firmly refused.

"Thank you, Master Zhu Shi, but for now, Luo is only planning to build a career and not start a family."

"That's right, you are still young, so work harder." Zhu Shi touched the increasingly thinning hair on his head and looked at Qingyin's thick hair with envy.

I don't know how Luo Qingzhang maintains himself. When he was young and took the imperial examinations, his ranking was not as abnormal as his, but his hair also fell out rapidly. Now his hair is bald and white. Humph, he was also a young man in his prime back then.

Ignoring the old man Zhu who was distracted in front of him, Qingyin smiled and poured him a cup of hot tea. After exchanging experiences with Zhu Shi about the flood in the south of the Yangtze River, he had to go back and report to His Majesty.

His job in the Hanlin Academy was not actually very simple. In a sense, he could be considered the emperor's secretary, and he was responsible for taking notes. Sometimes he had to face the emperor's questions directly, so no matter how high his official position was, he had to be cautious.

Recently, the court reported that the flood in Jiangnan had worsened again, so Emperor Yongzheng simply sent Zhu Shi and an adjutant to Jiangnan in advance to deal with the flood.

In the main hall, Emperor Yongzheng slowly walked down from the dragon throne and went to the side hall, where a eunuch had already prepared a chessboard.

Qing Yin stood aside and knelt down to pay respect: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. May your Majesty be blessed with good health."

"Qingzhang, there's no need to be so polite. Come, help me with the next dish."

Qingyin replied gently, "Yes."

He stood up and sat down opposite Emperor Yongzheng slowly.

Playing chess with His Majesty was an experience he had gained since he became an official. Basically every few days, Emperor Yongzheng would ask him to play chess with him.

The first time Qing Yin pretended to be a little flustered and nervous, but now he has calmed down a lot. It’s not that he is overly nervous. For the highest ruler in ancient times, no matter how cautious he is, it is not too much. A ruler of the current dynasty likes a smart minister, but that doesn’t mean he likes a minister who is too smart.

Qingyin had to pretend to be well prepared to this extent. Fortunately, Qingyin had the experience gained from traveling through several lifetimes and could handle it with ease. However, he did not dare to underestimate a winner who could ascend the throne in ancient times.

System workers who rely on their experience to look down on others will definitely suffer a great loss, and there are many people who fail in the small world of tasks.

He is now a low-ranking official, and Qingyin was very cautious when sitting opposite Emperor Yongzheng, half-sitting on the chair and staring at the chessboard in front of him.

But he is good-looking, and just sitting like this is an extremely beautiful sight.

At least it was pleasing to the eye for Emperor Yongzheng, who was playing chess across from him.

He is worthy of being the top scholar he chose. He looks many times better than the previous top scholars and is also smart.

Doesn't it prove that during his reign, the country was vast and the people were outstanding? Otherwise, why didn't his father and his ancestors have such a good-looking champion?

Thinking of this, Emperor Yongzheng couldn't help but feel happier. He no longer cared about the fact that the rebels of the previous dynasty said that God did not like his reign and therefore sent down all kinds of disasters.

Emperor Yongzheng placed a white chess piece on the chessboard, and the crisp sound was particularly obvious in the empty side hall.

"Qingzhang, has the threshold of your house been broken down recently?"

Emperor Yongzheng looked at Qingyin and smiled, his tone was teasing and gentle. If the old ministers in the court saw the usually iron-blooded emperor with such a gentle side, they would be shocked.

But this is already the norm for His Majesty to treat Lord Luo.

The eunuchs guarding the palace have become accustomed to His Majesty's attitude.

Qingyin didn't expect that his embarrassment was seen by Emperor Yongzheng, but he didn't know whether it was a spur of the moment or deliberate act of His Majesty, so he pretended to be terrified and said, "Your Majesty has great magical powers. I, your humble servant..."

Looking at the tension on that stunning face, Emperor Yongzheng had a feeling of being in control of everything, and the smile on his face deepened.

"Qingzhang, don't be nervous. Just treat me as an old man with a little curiosity."

Although Emperor Yongzheng said so, in fact, judging from his appearance, he still looked like a man in his prime. Although there were some fine lines on his face due to age, the influence of power made his majestic and handsome face have a hint of maturity.

"Yes."

How could Qingyin really treat His Majesty as an ordinary person? Otherwise, he would have gone crazy.

"How old is Qingzhang this year?"

"twenty two."

"She is really young." Emperor Yongzheng said with a smile. Compared with his 47 years old self, she is indeed much younger.

"But how did Qingzhang come back from the temple?" He could understand those knowledge, but how did he, a minister, know about the flood, which was related to people's livelihood? And he also mastered a good set of kung fu. The parade of the top scholar that day was popular in the capital for many days.

As an emperor, it was normal for him to find out that he was not recuperating from an illness but became a monk in a temple. Qingyin understood that Emperor Yongzheng was probably just doubting his experience.

After a long silence, Qingyin said, "Your Majesty, you know that I was quite smart when I was young. But at that time, I met my master Kong Wu, who told me that my fate would harm my parents and that staying at home would damage their foundation. I didn't believe it at first, but my mother had a serious illness at that time, and my father also had an accident while away from home. My name has a connection with Buddha, so practicing in a temple can benefit my family. Since then, I have followed my master to practice hard."

"Life in the temple was hard, but I got used to it. There was a senior brother in the temple who taught me kung fu. There was also a little girl who escaped from Jiangnan. The master took pity on her and asked her to stay and work as a cook..."

"So you learned about the flood from that little girl?"

"Yes."

In ancient times, people believed in fate to a certain extent, and Qingyin's temperament made people believe it. What happened to Lin's mother and Luo's father at that time was true, but the reason was definitely not the reason Qingyin made up. It was simply that the original body made them angry those days, they did not sleep well at night, Luo's father was panicked, and Lin's mother fell ill.

But it was just right for him to use it as an excuse.

Watching the small movements of Emperor Yongzheng touching the white chess piece, Qingyin knew that he had believed his explanation. Sometimes expressions and words can deceive people, but actions can subconsciously reveal his true feelings.

After chatting with Qingyin, Emperor Yongzheng was obviously much happier than before. The purity of your beloved's background is much more important than your ability. Otherwise, even the most capable person cannot be used without a thorough investigation.

By the time Qingyin finished speaking, the chess game was almost over.

Qingyin looked at the chess pieces on his side that were almost eaten up, and said with a wry smile: "Your Majesty is a superb chess player. I have lost again."

"Haha, Qingzhang, try harder."

Emperor Yongzheng smiled with satisfaction, and Qingyin also breathed a sigh of relief. God knew how difficult it was to give His Majesty a handicap without him noticing.

However, the origin of his abilities was revealed, so he could move on easily.

At the Ningyuan Earl's Mansion, Mother Lin looked at the pile of invitations in front of her with both pride and annoyance. Ever since her eldest son's parade as the top scholar, the mansion has been almost crowded with visitors from the capital's noble families. Each one is more noble than the other, and each one is more eloquent than the other in trying to please her. But she only has one eldest son, and she can't let him marry all the ladies in the capital, right? Besides, her eldest son has his own ideas, and he still needs to agree to the blind date.

Thinking of those matchmakers who had hinted in front of her that they just couldn't become her eldest son's wife or concubine, Mother Lin secretly sighed at the charm of her eldest son.

However, Lin's mother also discussed with her eldest son in advance. Her eldest son did not plan to get married for the time being, so she, as a mother, could not cause trouble. Her eldest son was still young, and it would not be too late for him to make further progress in his official career. Lin's mother, whose bottom line had been infinitely lowered since her eldest son became a monk at a young age, comforted herself.

But she didn't think so about her naughty youngest son, "Luo Jiancang!" This was the day that he would practice flying stones on the plum tree she raised every day. It was a pity that the smooth trunk of her beautiful plum tree was covered with bumps and marks.

Hearing his mother's "Hedong Lion Kong", Luo Jiancang subconsciously wanted to escape. He had recently learned this kung fu from his elder brother. Leaves were too difficult, so he started with stones. After practicing a lot, he developed the habit of throwing stones, so his mother's plum tree fell into his hands.

At this moment, the loving and elegant mother Lin felt that she should not be too spoiled to her child, otherwise if she went one step further, that brat Luo Jiancang would be able to pull out all the trees and flowers she planted.

Lin's mother, who was pulling her youngest son's ear, thought that Luo Jiancang could break free, but unfortunately he was worried about hurting Lin's mother. Anyway, it didn't hurt much, so he could only walk into his mother's yard with despair in front of these giggling maids.

As soon as they entered the yard, Lin's mother let go of her son's hand and said naggingly, "Look at you, you are so old, but you are still so childish. You don't even know how to find a wife."

"Mom, I'm still young!" Luo Jiancang said with a red face.

"You're not young at all. You're already 20 years old. Your cousin before you already had two children when he was your age."

Lin's mother said with a look of disappointment.

"Don't we have an older brother? How can I, the younger brother, get married first when he hasn't married yet?" Luo Jiancang said righteously.

"How can you compare with the eldest brother? Second brother, are you as good at martial arts as the eldest brother? Are you as talented as the eldest brother? Are you as good-looking as the eldest brother?" Luo Miaoqing, who had heard so much, jumped out and asked the second brother sincerely.

Luo Jiancang: “…”

The three consecutive questions shattered Luo Jiancang's faith in the Tao, and he became autistic.