The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

When Qingyin woke up again, the candlelight was already lit. Qin Yi, as usual, brought a storybook and sat beside his bed to tell it. In his own way, he thought it was just the right way to cultivate their relationship.

Qingyin had been locked up for a few days and was a little depressed. She ignored Qin Yi. Qin Yi felt inexplicably unhappy, but he still finished reading as usual, covered the person on the bed with a quilt, and left.

Only a candle was left to light the boy.

The candles were burning cracklingly, dripping in the corners, making this dungeon even quieter.

Qing Yin turned sideways and heard a slight breathing sound. She thought Qin Yi had come again and said coldly, "Why are you here again?"

"Ah Miao, it's me!"

The familiar voice sobered Qingyin up a bit. She turned her head in surprise and said, "Jinghe."

Seeing Qingyin recognized him, An Jinghe, dressed in black with bright eyes, did not dare to delay and went straight to the bed and hugged the beautiful boy.

"Ah Miao, I'll take you out first, and we'll talk later."

"Yeah." Qingyin nodded and leaned on Jinghe obediently. Although he was a head taller than Jinghe, he didn't look out of place because of his face.

Qingyin didn't have the old problem that men couldn't be hugged by women. He leaned comfortably in Jinghe's arms and wiped her sweat from time to time.

No one knew how An Jinghe got into the dungeon. There were many twists and turns, but An Jinghe still found the way he came with the help of his memory and rushed out of the dungeon step by step.

It took An Jinghe half an incense stick of time to get from the dungeon to the yard, with one more person present. Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and Qingyin wiped them off with concern.

An Jinghe teased the boy in his arms: "Ah Miao, let's get married after we get out."

"Help me every day from now on."

"Okay."

An Jinghe regretted what he said and said, "Forget it, my handsome husband is only suitable for me to look at. I will do the rough work."

Qing Yin looked at the girl who teased her, with a helpless look in her eyes, but she also indulged her: "Okay, everything is fine when we get out."

In the yard, An Jinghe carried Qingyin and climbed onto the roof. Although the Qin Mansion was not big, it was still some distance away from the entire mansion, so it took An Jinghe a long time to walk.

As for leaving the person directly with Mrs. Dong, An Jinghe didn't even think about that. What's the difference between that and letting a lamb in front of a pack of wolves?

An Jinghe's idea was to quickly take this fat lamb back to his nest. As for Mrs. Dong, they would go to her An Mansion to discuss it when the time came.

It is impossible to keep A Miao in the Qin Mansion.

In the thick night, the surroundings were eerily quiet, but Qingyin was keenly aware of the danger, and could also see the caution and uneasiness in An Jinghe's eyes.

Sure enough, a magnetic voice came from the front door of the mansion, "Miss An, where are you taking my son?"

The moonlight was blocked by clouds. When the wind blew, the clouds floated away and the moon appeared.

It also illuminated Qin Yi, who was wearing a black brocade robe below. His face remained the same, tall and handsome, with a smile as warm as spring breeze on his face.

Qin Yi rarely gets angry, and even at this moment when he was extremely angry, he still had a smile on his face. However, his eyes were as deep as ink and contained rolling dark clouds, which made people alert at a glance.

An Jinghe stopped. She was clearly standing at a high point in the yard holding the young man, while the man was standing at a low point below. However, she did not seem inferior at all. Instead, she felt weak because of the aura of the man.

But the daughter of a general who had been trained by An Kui since childhood was obviously not one of those with weak qi. She looked at the man below with great fear.

But she tried to disturb the man's mind: "Qin Yi, Ah Miao is the son you raised. How can your dirty thoughts be worthy of the Confucian classics you have learned!"

"So what?" Qin Yi smiled contemptuously, looking at Qing Yin as if she was just a piece of cake.

Qingyin met his gaze and turned her head away feeling disgusted.

An Jinghe guessed what he felt in his heart, patted his back comfortingly, then turned his eyes and looked fiercely at Qin Yi downstairs.

Since the perverted idea doesn't make sense.

An Jinghe didn't plan to waste any more time talking to Qin Yi.

He leaned closer to Qingyin and whispered, "Ah Miao, I'll put you down first. Find a chance to get close to the gate, and then I'll take the opportunity to sneak away with you."

Qingyin's eyes showed worry. Although she knew that An Jinghe was a natural general and had excellent martial arts skills, and was able to compete with Qin Yi, a veteran general, in her previous life, people's hearts are biased, and Qingyin was still a little worried about her.

But An Jinghe, who had put the man underground, had already started fighting with Qin Yi. The two were extremely fast, and every move hit Qin Yi's vital points.

After a while, the two were evenly matched.

This martial art also forced Qin Yi to let go of his prejudice against women. He wanted more and more to kill the woman in front of him, whether it was because of Qingyin or for other reasons.

When the two were not noticing, Qingyin planned to help his future wife. After all, he didn't have to be an idiot to have a cheat. Besides, he had tolerated Qin Yi, the idiot, for a long time, so it was a good opportunity to avenge himself and his mother.

Thinking of this, Qingyin hooked her finger and threw a halo of bad luck onto Qin Yi. Qin Yi was about to chop the woman's hand when his foot suddenly slipped, giving An Jinghe an opportunity to slap the man hard.

Having gained the advantage, An Jinghe did not seek more. He turned around quickly, distanced himself from Qingyin, and quickly jumped out of Qin's house.

An Jinghe obviously relaxed after leaving the Qin Mansion, especially when he saw the carriage arranged by his family. He jumped into the carriage skillfully. The sturdy guard pulling the horse in the carriage couldn't help but widen his eyes like copper bells when he saw the obvious marks of beating on the young lady's body.

But An Jinghe was too lazy to explain to him, "Go back to the An Mansion quickly."

"Yes, ma'am."

In the carriage, Qingyin pulled the girl's arm apart. Three inches of her wrist were stained with blood, with a strong smell of blood.

"Is there any medicine?"

"Yes, sir. It's under the mezzanine below the bed."

The guard riding the horse reminded loudly.

An Jinghe raised his head carefully and looked at the serious and distressed look in the boy's eyes. He felt sweet and happy in his heart.

"Ah Miao, it's okay, it's just a minor injury."

"What minor injury? You suffered all these injuries for me." Qingyin lowered her crow-feather-like eyelashes, and her eyes dimmed a little.

Her jade-like face seemed to dim a little, which made An Jinghe feel distressed.

"Okay, A Miao, bandage it for me, I'll be well soon."

An Jinghe persuaded Qingyin, and the bandaging process seemed to be completely painless.