The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Qingyin waited until the carriage arrived at the An Mansion, then she felt relieved and helped An Jinghe get off the carriage.

At the gate, Qingyin finally saw An Kui, who must have been seriously ill and had been lying in bed for several days. However, his face was ruddy and he seemed to be in better shape than before. He stood by the door like a spacious wall.

An Kui watched from afar as Qing Yin supported his daughter, and thought that his daughter was seriously injured. He yelled in a loud voice, "Oh my Rou Rou, how did you get hurt so badly? Did that old bastard Qin Yi beat you up? Dad will help you beat him back!"

An Jinghe's nickname is Rourou, which was the name given to him by his mother when he was young, so An Kui has been using it until now.

However, on weekdays, An Jinghe felt that this name would damage his image, so he asked his father to call him by this name less often.

As a result, An Jinghe, who was leaning in Qingyin's arms and enjoying the service of his future husband, watched his nickname being exposed in front of his future husband. Embarrassment and regret flashed through An Jinghe's mind.

While Qingyin wasn't paying attention, An Jinghe secretly gave his father a look full of resentment.

An Kui was stupid and didn't understand.

Qingyin felt amused and explained, "Uncle An, Jinghe only hurt his arm, no other injuries."

"Oh oh." An Kui then noticed the white bandage on his daughter's left arm protruding from under her black clothes. The wound looked smaller than the one he got when he fell off a horse when he was a child.

He forced back the tears that An Kui was holding back.

He looked at the thin Qingyin in confusion, and then at An Jinghe, who was thin but was the only one who knew how strong his daughter's body was. Why did his daughter still need the support of Qin Miao, who looked so weak?

Seeing that the careless General An Kui was about to ask, A Yue stepped forward to protect the young lady from being too embarrassed and said calmly, "The young lady and Mr. Qin just came back, and they must have been hungry for a while. Why don't you let the young lady and Mr. Qin eat first?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" An Kui nodded with his eyes shining. As for the wound, his daughter had already bandaged it. She had to eat some meat quickly to replenish the blood.

Seeing that An Kui's attention was diverted, An Jing and Zanxiang glanced at A Yue who had solved the problem for them.

Qing Yin knew the dispute between the two of them very well. She curled up her lips into a faint smile, which made her jade-like face even more beautiful.

An Jinghe was stunned again by the beauty that was so close to him.

Qingyin chuckled, leaned close to the girl's ear, and whispered, "Rou Rou, this name is really nice. I like it very much."

The young man's lingering voice, mixed with that stunning face, seemed to be magnified twice in her ears. An Jinghe's face suddenly turned red, as if steaming. She turned her head hastily, but reluctantly looked at the face that was looking at her with light. She could only look back and forth reluctantly.

The blushing, shy and cool girl leaned on the arms of the beautiful vixen-like boy. Her movements were shy and innocent. Every move of the two was filled with an atmosphere of inexplicable matching.

A Yue quietly looked at the beautiful picture that could not be interfered with by others, with the corners of her mouth raised. Tsk tsk, it seems that the name of Mr. Qin needs to be changed soon!

An Kui, who was walking in the front, had no idea that the edible cabbages he had carefully grown were being pushed by a particularly cute little pig.

He was still thinking about serving those people more delicious dishes with meat and soup later.

The An family all have a strong appetite for spicy food, so the dishes served were some bright red spicy dishes. Qingyin frowned slightly as she looked at the dishes.

An Jinghe thought Qingyin didn't like spicy food, so he said hastily, "Bring some lighter dishes."

Looking at the attentive An Jinghe, Qingyin smiled gently, but without hesitation stopped An Jinghe's hand from picking up the stir-fried pork, "Jinghe, you are injured, and patients should avoid spicy food."

"As for the steward, please bring another bowl of light meat porridge."

The butler who was standing there in charge of serving the dishes' eyes lit up when he heard this.

The two masters in the mansion love spicy food and never abstain from it even when they are injured or sick. Every time the old housekeeper sees the injured masters being so unrestrained, he is worried from the bottom of his heart. Fortunately, the two masters are in good health and have not suffered any serious illness.

So the old butler looked at Qingyin with eyes that almost glowed, and ran out at an extremely fast speed, as if he was afraid that this extra master would regret it.

An Jinghe looked at Qingyin pitifully, then at his father.

An Kui gave her a helpless look.

I don't know why, even though the skinny boy Qin Miao looked so weak, An Kui was frightened and didn't dare to help his daughter. An Kui comforted himself with a clear conscience and thought that not letting his daughter eat spicy food was for her own good, so he still didn't participate.

Seeing that it was hopeless to ask her father for help, An Jinghe took another look at Qingyin's extremely beautiful face. Forget it, for the sake of her husband's beautiful face, she decided not to make A Miao angry.

Qing Yin looked at the girl who was depressed because she couldn't eat spicy food with amusement, picked up a small piece of meat, about the length of her little finger, and put it in the girl's bowl with the chopsticks in her hand, "Only one piece."

"Hmm!" An Jinghe's eyes lit up and he swallowed it without hesitation.

It seemed that the bland porridge served later also tasted better.

An Kui, who was eating at the table, had the inexplicable illusion that he was bloated even though he was not full.

After the meal, Qingyin separated from An Jinghe almost in the sight of An Kui's sharp eyes, and came to a courtyard that An Jinghe had carefully selected.

Without that madman Qin Yi, Qingyin felt much more comfortable. No matter how comfortable that dungeon was, it couldn't stand being stared at by a madman all the time, and it would be hard to sleep well. This yard was much better.

In order to serve Qingyin, An Jinghe specially arranged a guard.

The guards of An Mansion were basically the injured and disabled soldiers in the army. The guard who stayed behind was a young man with a limp in his leg and a deep scar on his face that crossed the tip of his nose. However, this young man always had a warm smile on his face, and his eyes were full of pure amazement when he looked at Qingyin: "Hello, sir, just call me Adou."

During the introductions, the young man from Adou was obviously not used to taking care of such a wealthy young man who was completely different from him, but he still smiled warmly and scratched his head nervously.

Qingyin lingered on the obvious knife wound on Adou's face for half a second, but quickly ignored it and smiled at Adou normally: "Adou, can you prepare some hot water for me? I plan to take a bath."

"Oh, okay!" Adou blushed and quickly prepared to get hot water.

But as he walked, Adou couldn't help but smile.

He didn't know what to feel, but Adou thought that he liked this Young Master Qin Miao.

The young lady really has good taste, being with this young master Qin Miao.