The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Qin Yi was not sad when he didn't get a response from the boy. He just chuckled and left.

Qin Yi left, and Qing Yin lay on the bed in a daze for a while.

Qin Yi must have planned a lot for this kidnapping, but the local Qingyin guessed that he should still be in the general's mansion. Given Qin Yi's controlling personality, he should like to keep people under his nose.

I just hope his future wife can find him and save him soon. After all, he is just a weak little boy with little IQ.

While Qingyin was thinking about An Jinghe, An Jinghe in another place was also thinking about him.

After hearing the news that her future husband was missing and kidnapped, An Jinghe rushed into the temple with her sword in hand.

Fortunately, with her grandmother's persuasion, she calmed down and thought clearly.

Who would kidnap Qin Miao? An Jinghe thought about it carefully, so the next morning An Jinghe went to Qin's house to meet the sad and regretful Mrs. Dong.

On the way, An Jinghe accidentally ran into Qin Yi, who looked sad and a little haggard while holding official documents.

"Uncle Qin."

Qin Yi raised his head in surprise and said with a melancholy look, "It turns out to be Jinghe from the An family. Why are you here?"

"I'm here to see Aunt Dong."

"Oh, okay." Qin Yi nodded, as if he had thought of something, and said to An Jinghe with a guilty look: "My Miao'er is currently missing, so there is nothing we can do about your marriage to him. I think you should wait a while until Miao'er is found."

Mentioning the missing Qin Miao, An Jinghe's eyes also showed some sadness, but in front of her fiancé's father, she still forced herself to remain calm: "Uncle, don't be too sad, I will find Ah Miao, as for our marriage, we will talk about it later."

"Really?" Qin Yi's mouth stiffened slightly when he heard this, but he quickly restrained himself.

It was not until An Jinghe walked away that the expression on Qin Yi's face completely disappeared. His expressionless face was blurred in the shadows, and it suddenly looked a bit sinister.

When An Jinghe came to Madam Dong's yard, he also saw Madam Dong with tears on her face and full of regret, and Bai Weize who was comforting her.

An Jinghe had no intention of caring about the extra real young master Bai Weize, so he first said to Madam Dong: "Aunt, don't be too sad. I will definitely find Ah Miao."

This firm statement gave Mrs. Dong some confidence. She forced herself to look at An Jinghe who had arrived. With red eyes, she held An Jinghe's hand and said, "Jinghe!"

An Jinghe gently patted the fragile future mother-in-law and asked Mrs. Dong seriously: "Aunt, do you still know the situation of Taohua Temple and the details of Ah Miao's disappearance?"

Mrs. Dong calmed down and said in detail, "The weather was good that day. There were many people when we went there, all women. Many ladies greeted me and said that A Miao and Weize were good-looking children. There was no abnormal expression in the crowd. Later, A Miao and Weize went into the temple first and separated from me. What happened afterwards is known to Weize..."

Bai Weize nodded and told An Jinghe what happened that day from beginning to end.

In fact, it was not only Mrs. Dong who was in pain, but he was too. He was so angry that he suddenly hated himself for not having the time to protect his younger brother and had to watch Qingyin being kidnapped.

An Jinghe observed the two of them calmly. She could see that Bai Weize and Mrs. Dong really cared about A Miao, and Bai Weize also described it in great detail.

But An Jinghe suddenly thought of something, and looked at Mrs. Dong with sharp eyes: "Aunt, how did you come up with this place, Taohua Temple?"

Mrs. Dong: "..." She was silent for a long time, thinking about what was wrong with Qin Yi during this period. She trembled in her heart and said with difficulty: "It's Qin Yi, my husband."

"Jinghe, go check on Qin Yi."

……

Qingyin, who was imprisoned in the dungeon, didn't know that his future wife had found important clues from his mother. He was now alone in the dungeon playing the movie in the system space.

Occasionally, he would pretend to be an innocent boy and roar in fear, showing the look of a scared boy.

Until the evening, when Qin Yi arrived.

Looking at the handsome boy huddled tightly beside the bed, Qin Yi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you scared?"

The boy on the bed did not respond, and Qin Yi was not angry. He gently pulled the quilt wrapped around the boy and said jokingly, "Why are you still like when you were a kid, burying yourself in the quilt? Miao'er, be good and come out quickly."

The familiar tone was exchanged for the boy's heartbroken voice: "Father, father, please let me out, I will still be your child in the future, please don't do this, I won't tell anyone."

Qin Yi was not moved at all. He just peeled off the quilt layer by layer, revealing the beautiful young man who looked even more pitiful with tears in his eyes. "No, A Miao, you were raised by your father, so be good, okay?"

Qin Yi gently wiped the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes, rubbing them continuously until the corners of the eyes turned red.

The weak boy wanted to hide, but how could he escape from the general who had experienced bloodshed on the battlefield?

In the end, how could the fragile and beautiful butterfly with its wings cut off escape from the hunter's big hand? Qin Yi watched the resistance of the young man in his arms almost with admiration.

When the boy was about to collapse, the man let go of his hand, and Qingyin quickly hid in a place farthest away from the man.

Qin Yi smiled gently. It didn't matter. He had plenty of time to tame the butterfly. In the end, this beautiful butterfly that he had raised carefully could only stay in his hands and rely on him actively.

He looks forward to that day.

Qin Yi left again, and Qing Yin returned to her calm expression without any acting.

There is not much time for acting like this. It may be that the old emperor can spare time to deal with Qin Yi when the threat of the An family is no longer there. Qin Yi is obviously busier than before, and comes to Qingyin less and less frequently.

Qingyin often slept for a few days, and when she woke up and opened her eyes, she would occasionally see Qin Yi with a tired look, and then another few days would pass.

Jing Zhaoyi, who was in charge of the case, was about to give up on Qingyin's disappearance, but An Jinghe would never give up.

An Jinghe, whose eyes were darkened from investigating the case, forced herself to stay awake and flipped through the documents, especially the whereabouts of Qin Yi. She was the only one who investigated this matter.

Relying on his high kung fu skills, he followed Qin Yi every day, but unfortunately Qin Yi was a shrewd man and rarely went anywhere else except his house.

Opening the recorded text, An Jinghe stayed at the residence Qin Yi visited most often, his bedroom - Qingming Courtyard, and looked at it for a long time.

"Miss, take a rest before you look at it again. You have been looking at it for such a long time but still don't understand it. Maybe you can find a new clue when you look at it again after you have rested." A Yue looked at An Jinghe with concern and persuaded him.

Right!

Father, like son.

"Qingming Courtyard, Qingming Courtyard! How could Qin Yi not put the person right in front of him!" An Jinghe's eyes lit up and he patted the maid's shoulder.

"Ayue, you are right! I understand."