The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

It is indeed a good thing that her daughter has become more beautiful, but even the late emperor's famous favorite concubine cannot compare to Qingqing's beauty. How can Song's mother not be worried?

Thinking of the examples in ancient history where beautiful women were portrayed as the cause of trouble, Song's mother became more and more worried and could not sleep well at night. When she could no longer hold it in at night, she told Song's father about her worries, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qingqing's current appearance is indeed very beautiful, but the potential hidden dangers are also not small. Old man, what do you think will happen to Qingqing in the future?"

In the darkness of the night, Song's mother couldn't see Song's father's melancholy face. He said firmly: "Madam, you are just worrying about nothing. Qingqing is so beautiful, isn't it enough? Besides, Qingqing stays at home every day. I support her and don't go out. What disaster can there be?"

"Old man, you are right."

Qingqing stays at home all day and never sees outsiders, so how could she get into trouble?

Mother Song felt relieved, her body relaxed, and the long-awaited sleepiness began to rise. After a while, she fell asleep and ignored the complicated look in Father Song's eyes on the other side of the bed.

What Song's mother was worried about was also what he was worried about. These days, every time he saw his daughter, he felt anxious. He was afraid that he could not protect his daughter.

Moreover, recalling that his subordinates had reported that several servants had been arrested for secretly running to Huilanju to peek at Qingyin, Song's father became more and more worried.

When he went to court the next day, Song Anhuai had big dark circles under his eyes again.

The next morning, Qingyin dragged Mother Song's arm and acted coquettishly, "Mother, mother, please let me go out for a walk. The palace doctor also said that my condition is much better now. Let's go to our own farm and play for a while, okay?"

Even Song's mother, who was with her daughter every day, was still stunned by Qingyin's stunning face. However, although she liked her daughter's coquettishness, she still managed to maintain her rationality and said, "You're just fine now. What if you get caught in the wind and get sick again?"

"Mother, mother, Nian Nian has never been out to play since she was born. Please let me go out to play with Nian Nian for a while. We can stay in that farm."

As she spoke, Qingyin quietly (? ) gave Nian Nian a look.

Song Zhenbao, the little smart girl, immediately understood what her mother meant by kissing her. She quickly threw herself on her grandmother's lap and stared at her mother pitifully with her big eyes: "Grandma, Nian Nian has never gone out."

Once these words were spoken, even a woman with a heart of stone would agree, not to mention Song's mother, who had almost no bottom line when it came to her beloved daughter and granddaughter.

"If you go, you must bring the court doctor with you, and you can only play in the manor." Song's mother pretended to be serious.

It's not that she is mean. If she behaves a little more gently, her daughter, who is the most spoiled one, will take advantage of the opportunity and climb over her head when she comes back.

Seeing Mother Song's pretending serious expression, Qing Yin couldn't help but chuckle softly, "Okay, Nian Nian, your grandmother agreed to let us go out and play, why don't you thank her?"

Song Zhenbao's face flushed red as she kissed her grandmother. "Grandma is so kind to Nian Nian and Mom. Grandma is Nian Nian's favorite person. When Nian Nian grows up, buy her beautiful clothes and delicious food. May she live eight more years."

"Oh, my Nian Nian, you are really my grandma's treasure. Grandma loves Nian Nian the most."

Song's mother was so coaxed by Song Zhenbao that she smiled happily, and Qingyin, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but sigh that they were indeed close relatives of a different generation.

Nian Nian is simply a weapon to control Song's mother.

After telling Song's mother about her decision to go out, Qingyin also prepared to pack up the things she needed to take with her daughter to the farm in the suburbs tomorrow.

The Song family's farm is located outside the capital, not too far from the capital, but it is still some distance away, and some things are difficult to buy. Song's mother was afraid that her daughters would be wronged, so she decided to bring more things herself.

All in all, he managed to collect two carriages.

When Qingyin saw this, he couldn't help but hold his forehead. Is this a trip or a move?

Song Yuebai and Song Fengqing had heard from somewhere that Qingyin was taking her niece to play at the farm in the suburbs. They stared at Qingyin and Song's mother with innocent grins, "Mom, Sister, Nian Nian, where are you going? Are you going out to play?"

Song's mother and Qingyin: "..."

Mother Song rolled her eyes. "You don't even know where we're going. Why are you here in my yard so punctually? Are you here to eat and drink?"

Song Fengqing's eyes turned, and he remembered how his sister had been acting like a spoiled child to their mother these days. As long as she did this or that, her mother would agree. He also imitated his sister, opened his eyes wide, and deliberately pulled Song's mother's arm and shook it, saying in a hoarse voice: "Oh, Mom, what if you go out to play and something happens? My brother and I, two grown men, will watch over you and keep you safe!"

Song's mother trembled in fear at his voice. She slapped her youngest son's hand mercilessly, "What are you doing! Why are you staring at me with your eyes so wide open, Song Fengqing!"

Song Fengqing looked at Mother Song with grievance, "Mom, when my sister is like this, you won't scold me."

Song's mother said sharply, "Do you think you are one percent as pretty as your sister?"

Song Fengqing turned his head and took a look at his sister who was standing next to him like a fairy, and lowered his head guiltily.

Mother Song glared at her silly little son again, then looked at her daughter and asked her to wash her eyes.

Seeing this, Song Yuebai spoke slowly, "Mother, what my brother said is right. Sister and mother are both women after all. It is still a little dangerous for them to go to the farm alone. It will be more reassuring if we are watching over them."

Looking at the calm elder brother and the noisy younger brother, even Qingyin couldn't help but feel that the difference between the two was too big.

I don’t know if it’s because when the twins were pregnant, both of them focused their attention on the older brother. The younger brother isn’t as smart, but he’s good at martial arts.

Qingyin thought about it and asked her eldest brother, "Yuebai, aren't you going to take the exam this year? Time is so tight, going to the farm won't delay you, right?"

Hearing her daughter ask this, Song's mother, who had just been persuaded by her eldest son, also became worried. Although she loved her daughter, it did not mean that she did not love her son.

The imperial examination determines the most important future of the eldest son in the rest of his life. If going to the farm delays the eldest son, Song's mother will agree.

The two looked at Song Yuebai, who shook her head calmly: "Don't worry, sister and mother. Exams also require a moderate level of intensity and relaxation. Overstudying will be counterproductive. Going with sister and mother to the farm for a while will help you relax and unwind."

"That's good." Song's mother felt relieved.

"But have you packed your spare clothes? I'm planning to stay at the farm with Qingqing and Niannian for two days."

Song Yuebaiyun smiled lightly and pointed at Song Fengqing.

"Just a few sets of clothes, I already packed them."

Song Fengqing's face, which was the same as Song Yuebai's, showed an honest smile. He turned around, revealing a large package behind him.

It was a big package in the literal sense. The cloth package looked bulging with something unknown inside, and it was obviously the things of the Song Yuebai brothers.

Nian Nian opened her mouth wide, "Why is my uncle carrying such a big package on his back?"

Song Yuebai touched his niece's cute little face, a comfortable expression on his face, "Your uncle is practicing martial arts and wants to train himself."

Qingyin Song's mother and the others: "..."

Although she didn't know what happened, Qingyin felt that the fox-like eldest brother must have been responsible for this.