The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

The warmth and warmth of the Yehenara Mansion was unimaginable to people in the palace.

Guanju Palace.

Hailanzhu asked her maid in a panic, "Peilan, do you think the emperor didn't come today because he was thinking about that woman Zaruut outside the palace?"

Peilan was Hailanzhu's maid-in-law, and naturally she met Lady Zhalute, whom she had not seen for a long time that day.

She cautiously looked at the Empress, who had become increasingly nervous in the past few days, and soothed her, "Your Majesty, the Emperor has been very busy with official duties these days and probably doesn't have time to visit you. Please don't overthink it."

"Oh, how is that possible! That woman Zaruut looks like a fairy now. The emperor likes that kind of woman anyway, how could he not be thinking about her!"

Hailanzhu's sharp voice hurt Peilan's ears, and what was worse was that the Queen's fingernails had dug deep into her palms.

Peilan suppressed the pain in his throat and, with an extremely pale face, comforted Hailanzhu, saying, "How could it be possible, Your Majesty? Think about it, how well has the Emperor treated you over the years?"

Hailanzhu's complexion recovered slightly, but her face still had a gloomy look, like a lotus growing in the mud, completely exposing the dirt beneath her beautiful petals.

"That's true."

"But Zaruto's current appearance is really an eyesore. What if the emperor changes his mind later?" Everything she has now will be lost, just like Zaruto in the past.

"No, absolutely not."

"Perrin, I want you to do something."

Hailanzhu held Peilan's hand tightly, and her once gentle and beautiful eyes flashed with a gloomy ambition that seemed to want to devour some treasure.

Peilan was startled by her eyes. For the first time, she realized that the Concubine Chen she served was not as fragile and kind as she seemed.

"Perrin, you'll do it, right?"

Hailanzhu looked at Peilan gloomily.

Peilan gulped fearfully and said, "Yes, my lady."

"Okay, really cute."

Hailanzhu smiled, and seemed to have returned to her original gentle and fragile self.

She cheerfully took a pen, wrote a letter, handed it to Peilan, and said seriously, "Be sure to send it to Doji of the Khorchin tribe."

"Yes, ma'am."

……

In the palace, a letter was quietly sent to the increasingly prosperous Khorchin tribe.

The man who received the letter looked at the familiar handwriting on the letter in his hand for a long time, until the letter paper was crumpled into a ball by his calloused hands, and then he came to his senses.

Hailanzhu, brother, no matter what the cost, I will avenge you.

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Yehenala Mansion.

It is the end of summer and the beginning of autumn again. Qingyin always feels a little sleepy these days and falls asleep from time to time while leaning on the chaise longue to bask in the sun.

Therefore, Maya simply placed a soft quilt on Fu Jin's chaise longue every day, and when Fu Jin fell asleep, she gently covered it for her.

During this period, the previous dynasty seemed to be extremely successful in entering the Central Plains, so Nan Chu, the minister of state, had to be busy.

When Nan Chu came back, he saw Fu Jin lying on the chaise longue in the room, with knitting tools still in her hands and her eyes tightly closed, obviously asleep.

Nan Chu frowned. Why did Fu Jin fall asleep again?

He gently picked up Fu Jin and placed her on the bed before leaving.

Ask Maya: "Has Fu Jin slept too long recently?"

Maya looked up blankly. "Fujin usually takes a nap, but she seems to be sleepy early these days."

Nan Chu frowned slightly when he heard this, "Go call the witch doctor and have him take Fu Jin's pulse."

Seeing that her master was also frowning, Maya's heart immediately hung in the air. Could it be that something had happened to the lady's body again?

"Yes, master." After hearing Nan Chu's order, Maya immediately ran out in a hurry.

The witch doctor, who was being pushed and dragged, first heard that they were going to Fu Jin's place and thought that something had happened to Fu Jin. Cold sweat was pouring down his back. However, after he quietly felt Fu Jin's pulse for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing happened, nothing happened, it was so good.

He said to the male master of the mansion:

"My Lord, after taking Madam Fu's pulse, I found it steady and her breathing peaceful. Madam Fu has been sleeping a lot these past few days, probably because of the weather, and it's not her health that's at fault."

Nan Chu felt relieved after hearing what the witch doctor said.

At this time, Qingyin seemed to have heard the noise and struggled to wake up.

"Master, are you back?"

The female voice was extremely soft.

Nan Chu, who was still talking to the witch doctor, quickly replied to his wife: "Well, I'm back."

The witch doctor who was standing at the door pretending to be deaf and dumb listened to the extremely pleasant female voice of the concubine inside, and couldn't help but sigh again that their master was really blessed.

It's no wonder that Lord Nanchu dotes on his wife so much. Who would have a woman like Mrs. Zarut and not dote on her?

The envied Nan Chu quietly dismissed the witch doctor, walked into the room, and hugged his wife, whose face was still rosy after she had just woken up.

He said in a lingering tone, "When I was out there, did you miss Fu Jin? Did Fu Jin miss me?"

Qingyin blushed and nodded shyly.

"Ah."

After saying that, she buried her head shyly in the man's arms.

Nan Chu was almost mesmerized by the shy and beautiful appearance of the concubine in his arms. He hugged Qingyin tightly, wishing he could rub Qingyin into his bones.

Qingyin let him hold her quietly for a while before asking curiously, "Who were you talking to just now?"

Fearing that inviting a witch doctor would make Fu Jin worry, Nan Chu said calmly, "It's Chen Si. Tell him to do something."

The pot fell from the sky and Chen Si, who was guarding the door without knowing it, sneezed.

Hey, that’s strange. Why did he suddenly sneeze? Is someone thinking about him?

Chen Si guessed without knowing why.

Inside the house, Qing Yin nodded, touched Nan Chu's chin which had become a little thinner these days, and said with some concern: "Have you been so busy these days? You have lost a lot of weight."

Nan Chu smiled happily: "It's okay, I'm about to finish my recent work, how about I go out for a walk with you then? It just so happens that the Lantern Festival is coming in a few days."

"Really?" Qingyin was a little happy.

Nan Chu gently hooked her nose, "Of course."

"Then I'll wait for you at home."

Seeing his wife waiting at home so obediently and gently, looking forward to her husband taking her out to play, this beautiful scene is probably one that no man can help but be moved.

Nan Chu is naturally one of them.

Looking at Qingyin's beautiful eyes filled with trust and admiration, Nan Chu had almost no time to hesitate before gently kissing those beautiful eyes, from the eyelashes to the tip of the nose, and then to the plump and rosy lips...

For a moment, the room was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere again.

Chen Si and Maya, who were guarding the door, looked at each other. Listening to the ambiguous breathing sounds inside, they couldn't help but blush and quietly retreated.

Chen Si had hot water prepared, while Maya had dinner prepared and kept it hot at any time so that the tired Fu Jin could enjoy her meal.