Traveling through ancient times: daily life on the run

Qing'er smiled but said nothing.

Since I'm free anyway, I might as well meet the young masters of this era.

The moment she walked out of her boudoir and down the stairs along the corridor on the second floor, the disturbing noise downstairs suddenly became silent.

Qin Bingrui couldn't adapt to his own identity, and he couldn't adapt to so many normal people looking up at him.

Wasn't it agreed that it would be a rich young man leading two young men from aristocratic families? Why was there a whole room full of people? Everyone holding swords?

Damn, they are all guards with swords.

Qin Bingrui's heart was pounding. She didn't feel free and easy walking in this gorgeous skirt, otherwise she really wanted to jump down and compete with this group of people in martial arts.

It's been so long since he's fought a normal person, damn, he's so excited...

After scanning everyone, he finally noticed the man in the middle wearing dark blue clothes.

The man had a smile on his face, his lips slightly raised, and a sinister air in his eyes. His nose was very straight, and he was indeed a rare handsome man.

He was holding a bone fan with a few words written on it. Qin Bingrui didn't look closely, but he recognized the artificiality in it. This was the man in his dream.

In his dream, he was mocking himself!

Qin Bingrui is so angry that he grits his teeth whenever he thinks about it now.

But he must be very rich, right? If she really made him happy, would he reward her with a fortune?

Qin Bingrui looked through Miss Ling Hong's financial situation. Apart from some relatively valuable gold and silver jewelry, she had less than one thousand taels of silver notes on hand. Qin Bingrui didn't know much about this dynasty, but this money was definitely not enough to realize the ideal world that Sister Luo Hong wanted to achieve.

But is this time travel a success?

If not, the money they took away from this world didn't seem to be of much use.

As he walked up these few short steps, Qin Bingrui's mind was already full of ideas, from how to win the appreciation of this young man and make a fortune from him, to how to escape from this disgraceful environment, and then to how to change this primitive and backward feudal dynasty and save the world from disaster, etc.

As she thought about it, the corners of her mouth almost stretched to her ears.

Fortunately, an exquisite pure white feather fan covered half of her face.

The young man standing in the center hall downstairs is none other than the current emperor's younger brother, Zhu Jinyou, the Fourteenth Prince of Ning. He is now twenty-two years old, at the prime of his youth and looking down on others.

Because he was deeply favored by the empress dowager, even though he had a rich fiefdom, he still had a mansion in the capital.

This time he went to Beijing to attend the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet. Hearing that there was a stunning beauty in the capital, he accepted the invitation of the two young masters traveling with him to go and admire her.

He had seen countless beauties, but the one before him seemed to have some discomfort in her walk, and the corners of her mouth were almost pulled behind her ears, revealing a sense of brute force.

When she came downstairs and stood in the middle of the platform, she exuded an inexplicable sense of majesty.

Zhu Jinyou couldn't help but frown slightly. The beauty he had heard of was extremely charming and stunning, but seeing was believing, and seeing was worse than being blind.

Qin Bingrui's gaze fell on Zhu Jinyou. He snorted and chuckled, then put away the troublesome feather fan and walked lightly towards Zhu Jinyou, three steps away.

Zhu Jinyou was secretly shocked. Was this girl trying to seduce him so blatantly?

"Sir, may I ask your name?"

"..."

The mother of Hongxiang Pavilion raised her hand, and the servants moved the tables and chairs behind the young masters in an orderly manner.

Zhu Jinyou waved his sleeves and sat down gracefully, but his eyes were blatantly glancing at the legendary beauty.

It is beautiful, but lacks the unique charm of a woman.

Qin Bingrui did not avoid the contempt and disdain revealed in the other party's sharp eyes. He was completely unaware of the shyness and avoidance that women of this era should have towards men.

Now he just wanted to quickly deal with this young man who looked like a dandy, and then he would go wander around the city to understand the background of this era.

"I wonder what kind of music you would like to hear, sir? Or do you need me to perform some other talent?"

Qin Bingrui was certainly not good at any of the arts, but this Ling Hong girl's physical memory should have some knowledge, right? Anyway, he could just improvise when the time came.

Miss Ling Hong's voice was particularly charming, and Qin Bingrui didn't even need to put on any effort; the moment she finished speaking, it was disturbing.

There were people playing various musical instruments on both sides of the stage. Qin Bingrui just took a casual glance and found that he was not good at any of the guzheng, pipa, konghou and flute.

But that instrument that looked like a erhu—no one knew what it was called in this place—was the only instrument he was proficient in in this world. Luo Yu had once teased him, saying that his erhu playing was so moving that it brought tears to people's eyes. If he couldn't make it back in the 21st century, he could just set up a stall and sing in front of shopping malls.

Zhu Jinyou had seen all kinds of beauties in the world. Every year, countless beauties from all over the country were sent to the palace. The empress dowager always spoke to him from the bottom of her heart, hoping that he could choose a young lady from an official family with outstanding talent and beauty as his princess. As long as he was willing, he could choose these beauties sent to the palace before his brother, the emperor.

Zhu Jinyou likes beautiful women, but he doesn't like beauties without any special features.

No matter how beautiful a beauty is, they are all of the same style, delicate and weak, which is really boring. The current emperor doesn't know how many times he has scolded him for this matter. Fortunately, he is young and handsome, and his romantic nature is only regarded as a good story.

"Girls, feel free to show off your talents. As long as your talents are refreshing, there will be rewards!"

These words sounded familiar, and were exactly the same as the dialogue in the dream.

But in the dream, Miss Ling Hong showed off the guqin instrument, which she was best at, and it was not very impressive.

But her charming posture still makes the hearts of the men present beat faster, except for this young man in dark blue clothes.

"That little girl is embarrassing herself!"

Qin Bingrui didn't know anything about etiquette, she just imitated what she had seen in previous plots and made a bowing gesture. People who didn't know her thought she was going to perform martial arts.

Since they were allowed to show off their talents freely, no one suspected there was anything wrong and thought it was the opening ceremony of a special talent show.

She walked over to the boy holding the erhu and asked, "What is this instrument called? Can I borrow it?"

When the young man saw the beauty asking questions, his face immediately turned red, and he lowered his head and whispered: "This is Ji Qin."

"Okay, then lend it to me. I'll give you a tip later when I get a reward."

"..."

Qin Bingrui sang quite well, and now that he had switched to a female voice, he felt he could give a few soft and tender performances.

After chatting briefly with a few girls in the band and letting them play a prelude, he decided to start with the sentimental song "Daughter's Love".

The music slowly rose, and Miss Ling Hong sat quietly in the middle of the stage, playing the melody of the song with her erhu. The lyrics were truly beautiful.

Mandarin ducks nest together, butterflies fly in pairs. The spring scenery in the garden is intoxicating. I quietly ask the holy monk whether my daughter is beautiful. Is my daughter beautiful? What's the use of royal power and wealth? Why should I be afraid of rules and regulations? I only wish for eternity. I will stay with my beloved one closely. I love her, I love her. I wish we can stay together forever.

The music was good, and the voice was beautiful, but the lyrics just didn't seem right. Why was it asking if the monk's daughter was beautiful? Could it be that Miss Ling Hong and the monk had a past that they couldn't bear to recall?

Zhu Jinyou raised his lips when he thought of this. This woman was really good at finding ways to attract other people's attention. She was very confident in her beauty. Even the holy monk could not escape her. Was she implying that how could ordinary men escape her charm?

How could Zhu Jinyou be an ordinary man? How ridiculous!

The unruly look in this man naturally caught Qin Bingrui's eyes. It's okay, little guy. I'll sing a manly song to shock you later.

He used to love singing, and Xia Liang would complain that he sang like a ghost howling every day with the microphone, mainly because there were no listeners. Luo Yu only liked to play games and study various machines every day, and Xia Liang only watched brainless romance dramas. No one listened to his songs at all.

Now that so many people were listening to him sing attentively, and the young ladies serving tea and water were crying like rain, Qin Bingrui was so excited.