The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

"Thank you, thank you, Master..."

Shen Zhiming was very nervous. In fact, he still remembered the amazing face he saw when he was rescued.

This godlike young man saved him. Thinking of the vague movements and touches of that day, Shen Zhiming's cheeks became hot. He did not dare to look at the handsome boy leaning against the door.

He had no choice but to stare at the door frame of the inn, looking at it intently as if he had seen flowers coming out of his eyes.

"Thank you, sir. I'm here to thank you for saving my life last time. Although I don't have much money on me right now, I will definitely give you a lot of money in the future. And if you want me to do anything, I will definitely do it."

Qingyin blinked, looked at Shen Zhiming, who had delicate features and a hint of melancholy, chuckled, and asked back: "Will you agree to do anything I ask you to do?"

Shen Zhiming nodded without hesitation.

In the last banquet, if Master Xie hadn’t saved him, he would not have survived, or he would not have survived in good health. Even with the help of the court physician from the Prime Minister’s Mansion, his body could not recover to its original state.

So his life was saved by Master Xie, and he would agree to Master Xie no matter what.

He is willing to do it even if it means sacrificing his own life.

But he just hoped that Mr. Xie could let him settle his mother before doing anything.

Shen Zhiming was raised by a widowed mother. His father died of an accidental illness when he was young. Shen's mother raised him with great difficulty and the money she earned from selling tofu.

If he were gone, Shen Zhiming didn't know whether his mother would be able to survive.

Shen Zhiming looked at Qingyin, a little hesitant, and said: "But benefactor, if something requires my life, please let me settle my mother."

Looking at the extremely serious Shen Zhiming, Qingyin laughed out loud, her eyebrows curved, and pushed open the door: "Okay, come in, why do I need your life?"

Shen Zhiming did not see the boy's smiling face, but he could tell from his voice and tone that the boy was not angry. He bravely and carefully walked into the door, as if there were monsters in the house where Qingyin lived.

Qingyin looked at the young man's timid and introverted appearance, curled the corners of her mouth slightly, walked to the tea table and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"sit."

Shen Zhiming sat down nervously.

There was a faint fragrance in the room that he had smelled when he was semi-conscious. Shen Zhiming knew that it was the body odor of Master Xie.

But now this intoxicating scent filled the whole house.

Shen Zhiming's ears turned red as he realized that he had entered Mr. Xie's bedroom.

Qingyin handed the tea to Shen Zhiming.

The white fingers accidentally touched Shen Zhiming's fingers for a moment.

Shen Zhiming's hands trembled and he almost dropped the teacup on the ground.

He stood up hastily, apologizing profusely.

“S-Sorry, I’m sorry…”

Qing Yin raised her eyebrows, "Is Master Shen always so polite?"

"Will Mr. Shen be like this after he gets married, keeping silent?"

Shen Zhiming's ears turned even redder after hearing Qingyin's words, and his thin lips trembled weakly. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He would never be like this when he met someone before, but in front of Master Xie, he just couldn't stay calm.

Qingyin noticed the young man's discomfort and changed the subject.

"Mr. Shen, have you had your meal today?"

Shen Zhiming looked up blankly and subconsciously told the truth: "No."

……

Half an hour later.

Shen Zhiming sat awkwardly at the dinner table, secretly glancing at the boy who was eating seriously out of the corner of his eye.

After more than half an hour, Shen Zhiming didn't know how he got to the point where he was on his way to repay his benefactor and now he was sitting at the dinner table with his benefactor to have a meal.

Feeling the envious and jealous looks from those in the lobby, Shen Zhiming felt a little happy and a little nervous. The rice that usually had no taste now tasted sweet.

After the meal, Qingyin and Shen Zhiming's relationship obviously improved a lot.

Qingyin slowly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, her movements elegant and concise, and returned to the room.

Qingyin gave Shen Zhiming a few books.

Looking at Shen Zhiming with a confused look in his eyes, he smiled and said, "I have read your article. It is very clever and thoughtful, but there is one thing you don't have."

Qingyin smiled and pointed at the thick books in her arms with her slender fingers.

“Experience and knowledge.”

"So, take these books back and read them carefully, Mr. Shen, Shen Zhiming, what I want is not something you can give me now, so Shen Zhiming, try your best to catch up."

After saying that, Qingyin smiled gently.

The pupils in his eyes were as bright as the sun.

Shen Zhiming held the rare and precious book in his hands, his eyes moistened. He certainly knew the shortcomings of his articles, but his family was poor and he had no money to buy books. Moreover, the books of these celebrities and famous figures had always been hidden by those noble families, so how could they sell the books to a potential competitor of his?

Shen Zhiming, with his eyes lowered with unusually fiery passion, probably would never forget the young man who gave him the book in his entire life.

After half a lifetime of traveling around and becoming the No. 1 Imperial Censor, this desperate mad dog who was regarded as fair by court officials, still tried hard to recall the handsome boy who amazed and admired him when he was young when he was old.

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After giving the book, Qingyin asked the people to leave.

In April, the palace examination began.

Qingyin took part in the palace examination as promised.

When passing by the examination room, Qingyin also saw Duan Ruyi, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

She ignored him and headed inside.

Duan Ruyi, on the other hand, had a conflicted expression on his face, as if he wanted to say something to her, but because the palace examination was approaching, he eventually left.

The palace examination is different from the metropolitan examination, and the examination environment is more rigorous.

Those tall guards with swords had a murderous aura about them; all of them had killed people.

Qingyin could see that some candidates in the examination room were subconsciously infected by the serious atmosphere and became nervous. Qingyin saw a middle-aged man dressed like a scholar tightly pulling his sleeves in several places.

Qingyin sighed. If this person continued to be so nervous, there would be no need to take the test.

Sure enough, not long after, when the candidate handed over the answer sheet, the brush in his hand trembled, and a thick ink spot suddenly fell on the test paper. The man exclaimed, attracting the attention of the guards around him.

The man became more and more nervous and could not see the words on his hands clearly.

After a while, he even knocked over the inkstand in his hand, ruining the entire test paper.

The man was now completely desperate and wanted to run away and call for help, but the next second he was swiftly covered by the mouth of these tall guards and dragged away.

This happened too fast.

Qingyin noticed that since the middle-aged man was dragged out, there were more heavy breathing in the examination room.

However, those who participated in the palace examination still had some skills, and most of them were forced to calm down.

Qingyin didn't pay much attention to the man who was dragged out.

The imperial power in ancient times was so strict. If you have chosen this path, you must be aware of the risks. Qingyin is not a living Bodhisattva, and she cannot save so many people.