The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

There was a little Suzi who had a body shape similar to his, hiding at home, so Shen Du successfully escaped from home again.

After coming out, he went straight towards the Song Mansion.

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At this moment, Shen Du, dressed in white, was squatting on a tree in front of the gate of Qingyin's courtyard, which still had some dense leaves. He was squatting in an extremely twisted and obscene posture, secretly looking at Huilanju.

He looked toward the window and felt a little disappointed that he didn't see Qingyin, but when he saw Song Zhenbao in the yard, he was not completely disappointed.

Under the tree, Song Zhenbao was still diligently building a snowman.

The little girl, who was over three years old, had a somewhat abnormal aesthetic sense. She looked at the snowman wrapped in colorful, tacky and ugly clothes in her hands, and raised her face with her hands.

"Well, the snowman has a bald head and only wears beautiful clothes. He doesn't look pretty enough. It would be nice if he had hair."

"But what should I do with this hair?"

Song Zhenbao muttered to himself, and couldn't help but look at his hair.

No, no, no, she shook her head. Pulling her hair hurt too much.

Song Zhenbao turned her head and suddenly saw a slender leaf fallen on the ground. Her eyes lit up.

"It would be nice to use this for hair."

After saying that, Song Zhenbao inserted the first "hair" leaf on the snow that he had created.

"Yeah, it looks good! But the hair isn't good enough."

Song Zhenbao looked at the few fallen leaves and felt a little melancholy.

Shen Du, who was secretly listening in the tree, his eyes lit up. She was worthy of being his future eldest daughter. She was so smart that she even knew to use leaves to make hair.

At this moment, as long as Song Zhenbao is Qingyin's daughter, even if her aesthetic taste is extremely distorted and she is extremely ugly, Shen Du can still praise his precious daughter as beautiful as a fairy and a genius sent from heaven.

Shen Du exerted a little more force, and a lot of leaves fell from the tree.

Suddenly, a large leaf fell beside Song Zhenbao: "..."

"?"

Leaves are falling from the sky, that’s great.

But there was no wind, so why did the leaves still fall?

A hint of doubt flashed through Song Zhenbao's mind, but it quickly faded away as she enjoyed making snowmen. After putting clothes on each little snowman and styling their hair, Song Zhenbao excitedly ran into the house and pulled Qingyin to see the snowmen she had built.

"Mom, look at the snowman I built!"

Song Zhenbao pulled Qingyin and walked straight out.

Qingyin smiled gently and did not refuse Song Zhenbao's invitation. However, Qinghe was a little worried that Qingyin would catch a cold if she went out.

"Miss."

Qingyin shook her head. "It's okay. Wear something warmer. I'll just be out for a while."

Qingyin didn't want Song Zhenbao to have such a restricted childhood where he couldn't even have the chance to appreciate a snowman.

Qinghe relaxed her frown and looked for a while. It would be okay if the young lady dressed more warmly.

Qinghe brought Qingyin a thick and large fox fur coat, literally large, the kind that dragged on the ground when Qingyin put it on.

Looking at the overly thick fox fur, Qingyin's mouth twitched slightly.

Never mind, I’ll just wear it for a while.

Sure enough, as soon as Qingyin put on the fox fur, she felt a kind of heat all over her body. It was so warm that she felt like it was summer.

The steam was so hot that it made Qingyin's pale face appear pink, making the already extraordinarily beautiful woman even more charming.

Song Zhenbao pulled Qingyin out of the house, and Qingyin also saw the ugly and weird little snowmen in the yard.

Qingyin: "..."

Shen Du, who was hiding in the tree: "!!!"

"Mom, is the snowman I made pretty?"

Qing Yin nodded with difficulty, going against her conscience, "Yeah."

Baby, it is stacked very well, don’t stack it again next time.

Qingyin looked at the little snowmen Song Zhenbao had made, which were decorated with leaves of various shapes and covered with strange clothes. After looking at them for a long time, Qingyin didn't know if she liked them anymore, but she thought they were ugly but cute.

After admiring her daughter's first snowman masterpiece for a while, Qingyin finally returned to the house after Qinghe's repeated urging.

On the tree in the yard, someone's face had already turned as red as an apple. He stared at Qingyin's only window for a long time with sparkling eyes and reluctance before quietly leaving the Song Mansion.

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The snow has arrived, and Qingyin’s first New Year in this world is about to arrive.

On the 30th day of the first lunar month, the streets and alleys of the capital were filled with the joy of the approaching New Year.

All night long today, everyone, no matter they are royal relatives or common people, are partying and staying up all night to celebrate the New Year. The streets are hung with festive red lanterns or red cloths. Some people even set up various stalls selling food or toys on the streets in order to make a fortune during the New Year.

Song's father originally did not agree with his daughter going out for fun today. After all, his daughter was just well, and it would be inconvenient to go out during the New Year when there were so many people around. But Song Zhenbao's tearful look and the expectation hidden in Qingyin's eyes made Song's father unable to say a word.

In the end, Song's father couldn't bear to keep his daughter at home on New Year's Day, but he also gave her more instructions.

"When you go out, you must follow Song Yuebai and the others closely. You must not separate and stay too close to crowded places. Be careful when wearing your veil. If you are hungry or uncomfortable, you must tell them..."

Father Song kept talking, and Qingyin and Niannian also knew where the nagging nature of their third brother/uncle came from.

When Song's father finished speaking, Qingyin and Niannian looked at each other tacitly and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Okay, Daddy, I'll take Nian Nian out with me."

"Grandpa, I will definitely take good care of mother."

……

Qingyin turned her head to look at the little ball that was not even as tall as her legs, and didn't know who was taking care of whom.

The Song Yuebai brothers took their sister and niece out.

As soon as they arrived at Chang'an Street, the most lively street in the capital, Qingyin, wearing a veil, looked around and saw various stalls standing in rows, and the street was extremely bustling.

There was also a hint of joy in Qingyin's eyes, which was infected by the atmosphere of the New Year.

Qingyin and Niannian were surrounded by the Song Yuebai brothers and a group of tall servants, walking towards the street in the distance.

Song Yuebai soon spotted a stall selling masks not far away. He glanced at Qingyin, then at the masks, thought for a moment, and asked Qingyin:

"Sister, there are masks for sale there. If you feel uncomfortable walking around with a veil on, it's better to wear a mask to feel more free."

Qingyin looked over in the direction of Song Yuebai's voice, and her eyes lit up when she saw the various full-coverage masks on the stall.

"That's right, Nian Nian, let's go pick out a mask."

"Yeah."

The stall is not far away.

The few of them walked to the old man's stall in just two or three steps.

The old man was startled when he saw the stall suddenly surrounded by all kinds of tall servants. He looked at the leader, a young man with a distinguished appearance and wearing a robe made of fine fabrics, and asked with fear:

"Sir, are you here to buy a mask?"

Song Yuebai smiled gently: "Don't be afraid, old man, we are just here to buy masks."

After saying that, Song Yuebai gave up his seat, revealing Song Fengqing and Qingyin who was holding Nian Nian's hand.