The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Chapter 317 Love at First Sight

Therefore, when Princess Jiamin, whom he doted on, came later, he couldn't help but praise her a few words.

"Min'er is here."

"Yes, my Royal Father."

Princess Jiamin is the second princess of Emperor Chongzhao. She has an older sister, Princess Huilan, who is already married. She is more lively than her quiet sister and looks very much like her mother, Concubine He, with her sunny style. Only her eyes have inherited the unique phoenix eyes of their royal family, with a hint of charm in the sunshine.

Princess Jiamin muttered, "The Emperor is busy all day and has no time to visit me. I miss you so much that I have to come and visit you."

"Hahaha, you are such a clingy little girl. What will I do when you get married?" Emperor Chongzhao scratched his little daughter's white nose lovingly, his eyes revealing a rare tenderness.

All his descendants were always afraid of his majestic father and did not dare to get close to him. However, this little girl happily showed her pink gums to him when he held her in his arms as soon as she was born. With this smile, he doted on her for more than ten years.

Looking at his little daughter who has grown into a graceful young lady, Emperor Chongzhao felt both happy and a little emotional.

Time flies so fast, this child has grown into an adult!

Jiamin blinked her eyes and saw that the emperor's mood was suddenly a little low. She changed the topic considerately and diverted the emperor's attention: "Father, I just heard you talking happily. What made you so happy? Can I know?"

Jiamin's pitiful and curious expression immediately melted the heart of her old father, Emperor Chongzhao.

He could never stand this expression on his beloved daughter's face.

"Oh, this is about Xie Yin, the top scorer in this year's exam. He is so handsome and talented. He is really a man of both beauty and talent..."

Emperor Chongzhao now had someone to share his love with and who would not have any other thoughts, so he talked freely to Princess Jiamin.

It was rare for Jiamin to see the emperor praise someone so much, and she couldn't help but remember the name "Xie Yin" in her heart.

It left a faint impression in my heart.

So when the top scholar was parading through the streets and her personal maid Bai Zhu suggested that she go and watch, she went without thinking, out of curiosity.

Because of her title as princess, it was extremely quick and easy for Jiamin to find a position.

She didn't have to bother to say anything, as the servants had already found a private room on the top floor of the teahouse with the best viewing position for Princess Jiamin, the most favored by Emperor Chongzhao.

The servants prepared warm tea and snacks for the princess, and filled the room with the princess' favorite incense, as well as silk flowers that could be thrown to the number one scholar... they prepared everything.

Jiamin sat by the window, sipping tea leisurely and looking at the lively scene outside. Her beautiful phoenix eyes did not show much curiosity. This was not her first time out of the palace. The Emperor doted on her and had already given her a token to leave the palace. She could go out anytime she wanted.

But this time, only Xie Yin, who was rarely praised by the Emperor, could arouse her interest.

……

Qingyin, who had changed into the bright red top scholar robe, had no idea that she had attracted the curiosity of a princess who was waiting for her in the distance.

As the number one scholar, she needed to wear red and walk from one end of the street to the other end of the street with the officials who had admitted the candidates in the palace examination.

The runner-up and third place winners behind her rode the same horses as her, but they had to lag one step behind her, like knights guarding behind her. The others followed behind the horses in an orderly manner according to their ranking.

But everyone couldn't help but look away from the No. 1 scholar who was thinner than the second and third place winners.

Even the second and third place picks are the same.

Because he was thin, whenever the wind blew, the top scholar's red robe revealed his slender waist. His white and almost transparent skin made him look even more charming.

Everyone knew that the top scholar was extremely handsome.

But today, the top scholar's bright red robe made his face look even more beautiful.

Combined with that pair of beautiful and deep eyes, I actually felt shocked.

In front of such a good-looking number one scholar, the enthusiastic people could not help but restrain their posture and become more "elegant", as if this would leave more impression in the eyes of the number one scholar.

Someone in the crowd shouted to Qing Yin, "Master Xie Yin!"

Qingyin looked over and saw a shy little girl in purple clothes. She waved her hands excitedly and threw a gorgeous silk flower towards her.

Qingyin laughed and raised one hand to hold the unusually bright red silk flower. In the hands of the top scholar who looked like a god, the exaggerated color suddenly looked like the most expensive silk flower in the world and was incredibly beautiful.

Everyone was stunned by the rare smile of the number one scholar. The next second, everyone seemed to react and threw the silk flowers in their hands madly at the number one scholar riding on the horse.

Amidst the silk flowers, a young man in red came over on horseback, with the most touching and gentle smile in the world on his face, as bright as the sun in the sky, warm and stunning.

At the window, Princess Jiamin, who was secretly watching, had stood up hurriedly at some point. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at the young man in the distance in amazement. At this moment, she didn't need anyone to tell her, she knew that the handsome boy was Xie Yin.

"The Number One Scholar!"

At this moment, Jiamin was like an ordinary girl with amorous feelings, and she threw her silk flower to the boy on the horse.

The girl's voice came from upstairs, very clearly.

Qingyin raised his head and the pink silk flower fell on his head. Qingyin smiled at the overly lively girl and walked away.

……

Bai Zhu also saw the princess's excitement and felt happy for her. There were examples of princesses marrying top scholar in previous years, so it was really possible for the princess to marry this top scholar.

"Princess, the number one scholar is so handsome and a perfect match for you." Baizhu teased her princess.

Jiamin blushed and covered Baizhu's mouth with her hand: "Okay, this thing hasn't even started yet, don't talk nonsense."

Bai Zhu pouted, "Princess, you better hurry up. I have inquired about this champion before. He is unmarried and still young. He will be fifteen this year. Princess, you better hurry up. He is so handsome. Maybe many people have their eyes on him."

"You're right, Ah Zhu." Jiamin nodded seriously.

Xie Lang was so handsome that she fell in love with him at first sight, let alone those women.

No, she had to go back to the palace quickly and ask her mother to ask the emperor first.

After thinking about it, Jiamin immediately told Baizhu about returning to the palace.

Qingyin specially sent someone to pick up Hongniang and the others to come to the capital, but she didn't know that her luck in love had come to her.

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In Huaihe County, the Red Mansion is also bustling with activity at this moment.

The news from the capital had not yet reached the Huai River in a timely manner.

Hongniang looked at the extremely fawning and mercenary madam in front of her with fatigue and disgust.

"Hongniang, I know you like to entertain guests, but this Mr. Song came all the way from the capital to see you because he heard of your reputation. Tsk tsk, this one thousand taels of silver shows how much Mr. Song values you!"

"You should go and see him. Maybe you can become a concubine of a rich family, and avoid suffering in old age."

"If you like to do it, just do it yourself. I said I'm not feeling well today and don't want to do business." After saying that, the woman closed the door coldly, almost trapping the madam who was standing close to her.

The madam stared at the tightly closed door in front of her, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes.

Thinking back on the past few years, she realized that business had declined significantly after Hongniang had grown "old", and the emotions she had been trying to hold back burst out.

Her eyes became harsh and she put her hands on her hips and started cursing outside.

"Oh, you bitch is just a whore that has been ridden by thousands of people and trampled by tens of thousands of people, and you are still pretending to be stupid in front of your mother. Hongniang, I tell you, you have to go today even if you don't want to."

The madam cursed and swore for a long time before she left with her back twisted.

Waiting for the clattering footsteps of the madam to disappear, the grown-up, delicate-looking Qing He looked worriedly at the pale-faced Hong Niang leaning on the couch, "Madam, are you going to receive guests later?"

Hongniang looked in the mirror. There were some fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but her facial features were still gorgeous, and she looked like a mature beauty. She nodded her pale red lips and smiled sarcastically, "Go, why not? Mother, haven't you already received the money?"

Looking at the calm Hongniang, Qinghe couldn't help but feel that the lady had calmed down and was no longer anxious.

Hongniang has this kind of reassuring and trustworthy temperament, which made Qinghe willing to stay by her side when she was young, and she still admires her when she grows up.

It was a long time before Qinghe heard Hongniang's unconfident voice.

"Qinghe, am I old?"

Qing He was puzzled. She looked at the still gorgeous Hong Niang and quickly denied, "Madam, why do you say that? In my opinion, Madam is still very young and beautiful."

Hongniang chuckled, not knowing what it meant.

She stroked the beautiful, still fair and delicate skin, and the beauty in the mirror repeated her actions.

She is old, but she is not sad about her aging appearance.

She only hopes that she can live beautifully before Lin Bichen goes to hell, so, Lin Lang, Lin Lang, can you please die quickly so that she can see it.

Hongniang smiled charmingly at the mirror, with endless murderous intent in her eyes.

She was not a weak woman.

……

While the madam was twisting her waist to pick up Mr. Song from the capital, the people sent by Qingyin also arrived at the Red Mansion.

With barely perceptible annoyance in her eyes, the matchmaker looked at the fat middle-aged man who was looking at her with a look of surprise and disgusting desire.

"Hello, sir." Hongniang bent down gently, and her greeting was full of charm.

"Okay, okay." Seeing such a charming and graceful woman bowing to him so gently, Master Song's eyes widened.

He is just a wealthy businessman in Beijing.

The main connection was that a nephew married a daughter of an official family in the capital, and because of that he had some background he became rich.

His wife at home was a well-behaved scholar arranged by his parents. In the past, she was pretty and he liked her more then. But now she is in her seventies and her face is full of wrinkles. He is too lazy to look at his wife's ugly face. Due to the good relationship between his nephew and his wife, he dared not look for a lady in the capital. This time, when he passed by Huaihe County and heard the reputation of this courtesan, he became bolder.

He couldn't wait to pull the beauty's hand and urged the madam to leave quickly so as not to ruin his good deeds.

Seeing that Hongniang was cooperating, the madam decided not to follow her anymore and prepared to leave. However, not long after, a middle-aged man came running over in a hurry.

"Madam, something bad has happened, something bad has happened!"

Looking at the thugs who suddenly came back and Master Song who was stopped, the madam suppressed her anger and glared at the panting thug Lao Zhang: "Alright, why are you so flustered? You have no manners."

Noticing that Mr. Song was also looking over, she pinched Lao Zhang's ear and whispered fiercely, "If you ruin my business, be careful that I will make you pay for it."

Old Zhang was so frightened by the madam that he shuddered subconsciously.

But the situation outside had to be very dangerous, and he couldn't help but panic and couldn't control his emotions.

When Hongniang, who was leaning against the door frame, saw that the madam was in trouble, she was not in a hurry to leave, and there was a look of watching a good show in her eyes.

"Madam, officials and soldiers have surrounded our Red Mansion!"

Hearing this, the madam, who had not cared just now, was startled, but she suppressed her panic and said calmly: "What are you afraid of, you ignorant person, how can this matter have anything to do with our brothel."

Having said that, Lao Zhang still couldn't let go of his nervousness.

He had a vague feeling that the expressions of the soldiers surrounding the Red Building were not so friendly.

After listening to what Master Song said, his brain, which was still longing to enjoy the favor of the beauty, calmed down. The reason he could do business in the capital was that he had no special ability, but he was cautious. He would flatter those who were powerful, and he would not dare to offend those who had no money or power easily. This was why his nephew liked to give him some loopholes.

Mr. Song, who was worried that the Red Mansion was in some big trouble, took another look at the beauty who was very much to his liking, thought for a while, and decided to follow the madam to see if there was really trouble in the Red Mansion. If there was, he would leave. Mr. Song, who had thought about how to solve the problem, stopped the madam from leaving anxiously.

"Wait, I'll go with you."

Big eyes staring at small eyes.

The situation was tense, and the madam didn't care that Mr. Song insisted on following her, so she had to stride downstairs.

Mr. Song followed closely behind, panting, and finally reached the door.

"Huh!" He was frightened by the scene.

A dozen soldiers with knives stood in the lobby with serious and frightening expressions. The prostitutes who originally came to the Red House huddled together timidly, looking at the soldiers in the distance with fear. They did not dare to complain, for fear that the flashing cold knives would chop off their heads.

Not to mention the soldiers in the lobby, looking at the extent to which the gate was squeezed to the point of being shaky, it was obvious that there were still quite a few soldiers behind.

The madam was frightened, but the people behind her were still looking at her and could not allow her to be afraid. She was pushed by someone and stood up.

The madam wanted to laugh, but she couldn't do it when she saw the officers and soldiers in front of her who looked serious and ready to kill someone. Her expression was distorted.

"My dear gentlemen, I wonder what kind of crime we have committed in this Red Mansion that has caused the masters to come to our door?" the madam said timidly.