The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

At the main entrance, Li Meng, who was waiting to be called in, looked at the familiar face and voice, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and walked into the magnificent General Qin's Mansion with a smile.

When Li Meng arrived at Qingyin's yard, Qingyin was already feeling a little sleepy. She was glancing at the fruit in the maid's hand, taking small bites and swallowing them.

Obviously normal actions took on a different meaning in the man's eyes, and the joy he had when he came also faded. He walked angrily in front of Qingyin and glared at the serving maid with an unknown look in his eyes. The maid was frightened by his eyes and the longan in her hand fell to the ground.

This just gave those who were interested a reason. Li Meng approached diligently, pulled the maid aside, squatted down at her place, looked at the lazy young master in front of him, and coaxed him with a teasing and seductive tone: "Young master, this woman is clumsy, let me serve you."

"You," Qing Yin raised her chin slightly towards where Li Meng was standing. Her voice became softer due to sleepiness, making her already gentle voice even softer. However, the spoiled and arrogant young master was not a master who could be perfunctory. He said critically, "You are a young master who is served. How can you serve others?"

"Yes, I will as long as it's you." Li Meng leaned forward and said eagerly, his affectionate peach blossom eyes fixed on the gorgeous young master in front of him, almost mesmerized by the stunning face in front of him.

This forced the airs he had put up in front of the young master to disappear completely. Occasionally, Li Meng, who was far away from the crowd, couldn't help but think that he was not like seeing a beautiful flower on the road and wanted to pick it casually or just smell it because it was beautiful.

It was more like a dog beside the young master, looking at him closely, trying to get some bones or scraps from his hands that were casually thrown away by the owner.

No, how could a man like him be just a lowly dog, Li Meng thought darkly, and inadvertently saw the white and slender neck so close to him. He couldn't help but feel his Adam's apple rolling and his heart itching again.

Forget it, I'll just be a dog for the young master. Others can't do it even if they want to.

Li Meng realized what a mess he was thinking and couldn't help but pause, then lowered his head again.

Qingyin didn't care what that lustful young man was thinking. Since the fruit had fallen into the hands of a disgusting person, he was too lazy to eat it. He could give it to the people in the yard later so that it wouldn't be wasted.

Seeing Qingyin was silent, Li Meng thought that the proud young master was annoyed with him and couldn't help but approach the young master and said in a flattering way: "Young master, why don't you come out to play recently? Aren't you bored staying at home all the time? Recently, Hua Manlou has selected a top courtesan, why don't you go and take a look?"

Qing Yin paused for a moment, knowing that the man in front of him was trying to find out why he hadn't come out in the past few days. He glared at the man angrily: "Humph, if you hadn't asked me to go to Hua Man Lou, would my mother have seen me when I went back at night? I would have been scolded by my mother!"

Guo Liu, who was watching from the side, looked up in confusion, and his eyes met with the young master lying on the chair. Did he meet his wife when he came back last time? Listening to the young master's firm words, Guo Liu was confused. Perhaps, it might be.

The young master, who is soft both on the outside and on the inside, will only make people feel like a pretty civet cat no matter how angry he is, and will only give people a cute feeling no matter how fiercely he shows his teeth and claws.

Li Meng had the same feeling. Afraid that the young master would find out that he was not frightened but rather adorable, the man lowered his head to hide his smiling eyes. It turned out that the young master had been scolded by Madam Dong these days. He said apologetically, "Ah, so that's the case. It's my fault that Luo Cheng and the others mentioned it before. I thought it was interesting and came to invite the young master."

Li Meng downplayed the matter as if pushing the responsibility onto Luo Cheng and the others and coaxed Qing Yin.

I don’t even dare to mention the previous Hua Manlou.

But the young master was obviously still angry about the brothel mentioned earlier. Li Meng's brain was working fast, thinking of some reason to coax the young master. Suddenly, he suddenly remembered what the personal servant said by chance at home - the first teahouse in the east of the city was holding a poetry conference again, so why not join in the fun and coax the young master to play for a while.

Thinking about it, Li Meng smiled and said, "Today, the first teahouse in the east of the city held a poetry discussion meeting. Why don't you go and take a look? I heard that it was very lively this time. The owner of the teahouse even specially invited a band to play the piano..."

"Poetry gathering?" Qingyin's eyes widened, and her narrow fox eyes widened a little, becoming less charming and more innocent.

The boy was innocent, and his emotions could be seen from his facial expressions. Li Meng was touched by his cuteness. He knew that the young master had no literary talent and could not compose poetry, but he liked the hustle and bustle. He was somewhat moved. He smiled and explained: "The poetry gathering is not only about composing poetry. The teahouse will also prepare some other small activities, such as guessing riddles, pitching pots, etc."

After hearing the man's explanation, the boy's original intention turned into determination. He said proudly, "Okay, let's go."

"it is good."

Having obtained the boy's consent, Li Meng nodded in a very good mood and prepared to help the boy up. Qingyin glanced at him who was too enthusiastic, pushed him away, and stood up by herself.

Li Meng was not annoyed when he was pushed away. He sat quietly in the yard and watched Qing Yin being simply cleaned up. After tidying up his appearance, he stood up with a smile.

The two of them walked out of the yard, one in front and one behind.

On the way, when the two of them walked out of the gate, the dark figure blocked by the wall stared at the two people who were close from his angle with displeasure, and asked the butler who was lowering his head behind him: "Who is that person?"

"Master, that is the young master's good friend Li Meng, the fourth son of the left prime minister, born to his aunt." The steward looked up in surprise and caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance. The butler, who often worked in the mansion, recognized the familiar figure and said.

"Oh, you really have no vision."

I don't know who to talk to, but the steward, who heard such harsh words in front of the master for the first time, lowered his head tightly again. Unlike the naive lady, the steward who had stayed in the Qin Mansion since he was a teenager obviously knew a little about the general in charge.

For example, the master is not as kind as he looks.

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After leaving Qin's house, Qingyin felt as free as a fish swimming in the sea. She didn't feel so annoyed when looking at Li Meng in front of her.

The Qin Mansion was some distance away from the No. 1 Teahouse in the east of the center of the capital, so as soon as Qingyin walked out of the gate, she sat in the carriage arranged by Guo Liu.

The carriage was Qin Miao's exclusive carriage, extremely luxurious, with thick cushions in the cabin. Perhaps because they were afraid that the only young general would get hot, a cool gold-thread quilt made of unknown material was also placed on top. It was obvious at first glance that it was extremely expensive.