The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

The old general An Kui is different from the up-and-coming Qin Yi. He is a typical honest military general.

He is eight feet tall and as strong as a bear, but Qin Yi is very different in his brain and is very honest.

The similarity between the two men is that they both only married one wife and one child. However, General An Kui's wife passed away due to illness when their daughter was three years old. General An Kui was so sad that he did not remarry. Only his only daughter and his elderly grandmother, Mrs. Lin, were left in the mansion.

The only daughter, An Jinghe, is three years older than Lin Miao.

Sure enough, after only staying at home for a few days, Qingyin learned the news from Dong's mother.

His Majesty held a welcoming banquet for the old general and invited Qin Yi and his family. Madam Dong, as the mistress of the Qin residence, had to go, so even though she hated dealing with such things, she knew her limits and came to Qingyin's yard to ask him if he was willing to go.

Usually, Qin Miao would be sick or didn't want to go, so he would just find an excuse to decline.

Because he hated the contemptuous looks of some people, but when it came to Qingyin, those mocking looks were insignificant and he didn't care.

He immediately agreed to Dong's mother's question.

Dong's mother was a little surprised to hear her son agreed, but she didn't think too much about it and just thought that her son suddenly wanted to go.

Looking at the boy who became more and more handsome in a month, Dong's mother felt as happy as if she had eaten honey.

Hahaha, who else in this world could give birth to a son as good-looking as hers! Dong's mother thought happily.

Looking at the young man who was as bright as the sun, Dong's mother also felt the urge to dress up her son.

Looking at Qingyin, she said, "Miaomiao, shall mother prepare some clothes for you?"

Qingyin looked at Mrs. Dong with shining eyes across from her, and felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

……

Sure enough, an hour later, Qingyin appeared on the stage wearing a pure red brocade robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a jade crown inlaid with gold thread and gems.

The bright red dress, which is obviously the most difficult to match, looks like it was born on the boy. It does not look cliché, but instead deepens the boy's inherent brightness and beauty. His jade-white cheeks are dazzling against the backdrop of the ruby crown, and his eyes, which are more dazzling than the gems, firmly attract everyone's attention, especially his well-proportioned figure, which is more clearly outlined by the tight robe. He has a jade belt on his waist, a slender waist, and his skirt flies in the wind, as if he will be soared into the sky and become an immortal in the next second.

It was a picture of a man as beautiful as jade and a gentleman unparalleled in the world. Everyone in the room fell into silence and obsession.

Obviously, the young master tried on many sets of clothes and they were all very good looking, but they were still not as direct and dazzling as the red robe.

The man who quietly arrived outside the house also fell silent. His son was indeed too handsome, wasn't he?

Qin Yi, who knew the truth, couldn't help but wonder, how could the child that the old emperor brought back from the refugees grow up like this? So colorful, so dazzling.

Mrs. Dong, who was playing a dress-up game with her son, came back to her senses, hugged the red-robed boy intimately, and said loudly: "How come our Miaomiao is so beautiful! I'm afraid that all the ladies in the capital will be fascinated by Miaomiao after this."

Qingyin shyly struggled to resist the intimacy of her beautiful mother, but unfortunately after trying for a long time, she could only turn her head and happened to meet the gaze of her scumbag father who had been standing at the door for who knows how long and was frowning.

Qingyin: "..."

"Father!"

"Ayi is here!" Mrs. Dong turned her head and looked over in surprise.

The intimate embrace that had locked Qingyin tightly also broke apart.

Qin Yi smiled leisurely. Even when Mrs. Dong turned her head, he had already put on his usual business smile, which was gentle and elegant.

"Madam, are you preparing clothes for Miao'er to wear at the banquet tomorrow?"

Hearing her husband's question, Mrs. Dong turned her attention back to her son's dress-up game. Her seductive fox eyes were full of innocence. She smiled and said to her gentle husband, "Yes, Ayi, look at Miaomiao. Doesn't she look good in this dress?"

Qin Yi glanced at the boy seemingly indifferently and nodded: "Good-looking." A little too good-looking.

He paused for a moment, then added: "But..."

Sure enough, after he said that, Mrs. Dong asked him hesitantly, "What's wrong, Ayi?"

Qin Yi smiled and hugged the somewhat nervous Mrs. Dong, "After all, this banquet is a welcoming banquet for General An Kui. Miao'er is wearing something a little too conspicuous, which may not be a good thing."

Mrs. Dong was a person who listened to advice. She nodded with disappointment in her eyes. This red robe was the one she was most satisfied with. She thought she could let her son wear it. "Is that so? Then I'll let Miaomiao change into another one."

Qin Yi rubbed Dong's head and said, "Well, don't be sad. If Madam likes it, you can let Miao'er wear it at home for you to see."

Mrs. Dong was embarrassed at first by her husband's intimate actions, which disrupted a lot of her thoughts. But after hearing her husband's words, she no longer felt sad and became happy again.

Qing Yin, who was watching silently at the side as the scumbag father coaxed Dong's mother with just a few casual words: "..."

For a moment, I didn’t know whether Dong’s mother was easy to coax or his scumbag father was too skilled?

Qingyin rubbed his brows, not wanting two pairs of eyes to fall on him again.

"Ayi, can you please choose what clothes Miaomiao will wear tomorrow? I've looked for a long time but still can't choose." Dong's mother said with some annoyance.

Facing her scumbag father's interested eyes, Qingyin felt bad again.

As expected, Qingyin, who had performed the dress-up game in front of her scumbag father, was finally exhausted and sat tightly on a chair. The robe she chose was a pure white robe embroidered with gold bamboo patterns.

Qin Yi looked at the young man lying firmly on the chair, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

It seems that he is really tired, so I won’t bother him anymore.

After the couple left, Qingyin stopped Guo Liu, who was pouring tea, with lifeless eyes, and said, "Guo Liu, prepare some hot water. I want to take a bath."

He was sweating all over after playing the dress-up game just now. Although he was not dirty, he still felt a bit sticky and disgusting.

Just after washing, I lay down on the bed and rest.

Qingyin thought calmly, as for tomorrow's matter, she will think about it tomorrow.

The next day, it was still foggy and chilly in the early morning, but lanterns had already been lit in many mansions in the capital.

Those are the people who are going to attend the banquet.

Qingyin's yard was brightly lit, and seven or eight maids were surrounding the sleepy young master, helping him wash and change clothes.

Qingyin lazily let the maid work until the warm cotton handkerchief covered his face and he barely woke up.

This is the bad thing about ancient times. How could there be any activities held at home at five or six o'clock? Qingyin rubbed his eyes and opened his narrow eyes.

The maid who was tying his hair happened to be seen by the young master's seductive eyes, and her face suddenly turned red.