The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Chapter 269 The Emperor Comes at Night

Qingyin has been a little troubled these days, mainly because of an annoying kid who always sneaks into his room late at night.

As the name suggests, the excuse for beating a child is that you think the child is too young and you are afraid that he will be scared so you want to accompany him.

Qingyin looked at No. 10 who was leaning on the chair like a big boss and fell into silence, and gestured with his hands: "Shouldn't you be in solitary confinement today?"

As the troublemaker in Tianyi Class, who dares to claim second place, number 10, who has studied sign language hard, raised his handsome eyebrows and smiled, "Hey, who can be locked up in that small dark room? I have plenty of ways to sneak out."

"How about it, isn't brother awesome?"

The lively and evil boy not only said it verbally, but also made signs with his hands like a Hot Wheels, which made people twitch their lips.

Qingyin gestured: "Boring!"

Number 10 moved to another place with a beaming face, and a face that looked very handsome in the future was close to Qingyin's face, which looked extremely distorted: "Hey, why is brother boring, Xiaoyu'er, brother worked hard at night and risked being punished to accompany you, do you feel moved, do you like your brother ten?"

Qingyin: "..."

After gesturing to reject No. 10: "No." Qingyin did not forget to push away a child who was too close to her.

"Okay, sleep."

Qingyin extinguished the candle next to her.

The spacious room suddenly fell into endless darkness.

A bed suitable for adults is more than enough for two children.

Qingyin left the other half for No. 10.

After a while of silence.

Number 10's voice sounded with speculation and a hint of expectation: "Xiao Yu'er, are you really a boy? You don't want to be my wife and lie to me, right? Otherwise, take off your pants now and let me see, then I'll give up..." No way.

He will never give up in this life, Xiao Yuer is his wife.

Qingyin: “…” What a hooligan kid.

In response, Qingyin pinched his waist mercilessly.

In the darkness, the older boy grimaced in pain.

The last voice Qingyin heard in her dream was: "Go ahead and pinch me, Xiaoyuer, you can't just be partial to... Number Nine."

It was late at night, and when Qingyin woke up again, she opened her eyes and saw that the other half of the quilt on the bed had already become cold, which was not surprising.

It was obvious that the child who was lying on this side yesterday had already slipped away.

That rascal kid number 10 always finds an opportunity and takes no trouble to clean up after himself.

Qingyin changed her clothes skillfully and opened the door. It was Number Nine, who was smiling familiarly and carrying a lunch box.

"Hi, brother."

Number Nine and Number Ten have completely different personalities. Compared to Number Ten who creates trouble to attract Qingyin's attention, Number Nine is more like an older brother who carefully takes care of every aspect of Qingyin.

When the attentive No. 9 finds out that Qingyin doesn’t like a dish, he won’t say anything, but the next time Qingyin won’t see the dish he doesn’t like, he will just ignore it.

Half of Qingyin's comfortable life in the White Tiger Camp is due to the efforts of this caring brother.

"Be good, little brother. Raise your chin." Number Nine's handsome face showed a hint of maturity and calmness.

Qingyin raised the minibus obediently.

Number Nine carefully wiped clean a grain of rice that had accidentally stained his pretty brother's chin, then nodded with satisfaction.

Qingyin sometimes feels that Brother No. 9 treats her like a baby who doesn't care about anything else. He is so meticulous that he wants everyone to help him do every task.

Oh, by the way, not only the brother No. 9, but also the Moon Dark Guard.

Qingyin, who was left aside to rest as usual by Yue Anwei, sat on a small stool, holding up her chubby chin helplessly and looking at her colleagues who were getting even darker under the sun.

This summer seemed to pass faster with Qingyin's presence.

Qingyin's short, chubby body seemed to be growing taller and no longer looked like a baby that should be held.

In response to Qingyin's strong request, the biased Yue Anwei finally added Qingyin to the team.

It’s just that the training intensity is obviously not as high as that of No. 9 and the others.

Qingyin was not angry. His body was still small and excessive exercise could easily damage his foundation. He just needed to take it slow.

In the cold and bleak autumn, the young emperor, who was thinking about Qingyin, finally couldn't help it. He took a day off from his official duties and rushed to the White Tiger Camp overnight.

With the notification from the secret guard, the young Majesty quickly found Qingyin's room along the way.

Late at night, Qingyin developed a good habit of sleeping in the dark guard nutrition, because No. 10, who always loved to accompany him late at night, also forgot to be vigilant.

The cold and majestic Emperor Chongzhao suppressed the excitement in his heart, waved away the secret guards, asked people to guard outside, and walked into the house himself.

Not only was the person he was thinking about sitting on the comfortable big bed, but there was also a dark-skinned boy next to him.

His Majesty's heart was chilled to the core, and his eyes turned cold in an instant.

It was this cold light that made the often-trained No. 10 react, but before he could see the face of the person coming, the cold-blooded Emperor pressed the mute point on him and knocked him unconscious. The Emperor then casually grabbed him and threw him into the arms of the secret guards outside.

The secret guard guarding His Majesty had no time to think before he was pounced on in the face by a figure that was obviously a child. His Majesty wanted to see Master Ruyu, so why did he throw someone out again?

The secret guard raised his eyes and saw unfamiliar facial features and a tanned face.

The case was solved, it turned out that it was not Master Ruyu.

Only after throwing away number 10 did Emperor Chongzhao return to Qingyin's room.

The moonlight shining through the window allowed him to see clearly the little girl he had been thinking about. She had grown a lot, but was still as pretty as ever, or even prettier.

The familiar person and the familiar breath made His Majesty, who was traveling all night, feel a little sleepy.

Late at night, the tall and strong man quietly turned over the other side of the quilt and fell asleep with the familiar child in his arms.

The next morning, when Qingyin woke up, she fell silent as she looked at the bedding which was in almost the same condition as before.

He rubbed his chin. Although everything looked the same as before, why did he feel that there were some differences?

But Qingyin just couldn't remember this difference for a while, and his whole handsome face became wrinkled.

This time, before Qingyin could open the door, No. 9 pushed it open angrily.

"Brother, why didn't you tell me that No. 10 was secretly sleeping in your room every day? If I knew, I would definitely help you..."

Qingyin: "???"

Puzzled, he looked at brother No. 9 who wanted to beat up No. 10. He gestured, "Brother, No. 10 came to my house and was discovered by the leader and the others?"

Although Number Nine was angry, he still cared more about Qing Yin.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Yes, last night, the leader suddenly came to check every room to see if everyone was there, and found number 10..."

Qingyin nodded. It would be normal if a leader with great martial arts skills came over.

Seeing that his younger brother knew the truth, No. 9 was worried that his younger brother might be hungry, so he did not forget to set the table.

When Qingyin finished her meal and walked out of the room, she remembered that she had forgotten something: ambergris! The faint scent that always lingered on Emperor Chongzhao's body was very similar to his own, aloof and noble fragrance.

Twelve years passed.

Yue Anwei still looks aloof except for a few fine lines on his face and is still partial to Qingyin, but the boys in Tianyi Class have also grown up.

Qingyin stood under a tree in the snow, her slender fingers resting on the pure white snow mink fur, like a beautiful fairy that appeared in the snow. Her strong and delicate facial features on her skin that was too white and too transparent were like the most exquisite painting in the world. Just one look at her was enough to make people captivated.

Even though the secret guards in the White Tiger Camp were used to Qing Yin's evil appearance, they couldn't help but be distracted.

"Ayu, the weather is getting cold, please put on more clothes." No. 9, or Chu Jiu, who had a code name, who had grown up in the same proportion as his childhood, carefully took a large fox fur coat and put it on Qingyin.

Qingyin turned back helplessly, her slender fingers moving slightly: "Brother Jiu, I'm not cold."

Although his body looks like it has been sick for a long time, it is just an appearance. In fact, he is healthier than anyone else.

But obviously this sentence is not very reassuring in the eyes of those who are worried.

Due to his genetic advantage, the gentle young man, who was a head taller than Qingyin, lowered his eyebrows slightly.

I silently said in my heart: I know, but I still feel sad.

Qingyin turned sideways and raised his head, and suddenly realized that the person who used to call him brother seemed to have not called him brother for a long time.

Perhaps because of his existence, all the secret guards of this generation learned sign language.

Qing Yin concealed the emotions in her eyes and looked at the gentle-looking young man, "Brother Jiu, I'm going to start my mission."

We will have to separate from now on.

Chu Jiu was stunned, "So fast?"

"Not fast anymore, we've all grown up." Qingyin turned his head, and a snowflake lightly brushed across his straight and delicate facial features, and finally fell on the white snow.

Just like a passer-by passing by Qingyin, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to meet Qingyin, but I will never forget it for the rest of my life.

Chu Jiu heard his own trembling voice in the silence: "Ayu, I wish you happiness."

I wish you happiness in everything you encounter and want in your life.

At the beginning of spring, Li, the leader of the secret guards who watched Qingyin grow up, gave Qingyin a mask with a cat face with silver patterns.

Perhaps out of some kind of bad taste, the mask is made to look like a cute kitten.

Qingyin held the mask in her white fingers and looked at the leader Li in confusion.

Surprisingly, it was similar to the kitten.

Scar Li couldn't help but smile, "From now on, you will stay with the Twelve Princesses. This mask will also help you complete your mission."

Qingyin nodded and put on the mask, which was about the same size as his face. It was very light and felt like water. The smooth silver surface was finely carved with cat whiskers, full of a combination of classic and childlike beauty. It would automatically shrink and fit the face when placed on it, without affecting the vision or breathing at all.

It can be seen that this mask is a treasure that was obtained with great effort.

It's just a cat mask, but the combination with the young man is inexplicably attractive, reducing the young man's inherent coldness and adding a touch of friendliness, making him look like the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror that are easier to touch.

Li frowned. Why did he feel that Xiaoyu was more attractive with the mask on?

Qingyin didn't know the leader's worries. He gestured to thank the leader and left.

Spring has arrived, and his mission can finally begin.

In the imperial palace, the twelfth princess who bullies others within the palace walls is a well-known arrogant princess both inside and outside the palace.

It is said that the current emperor dotes on her so much that even though other princesses and princes should leave the palace and set up their own households when they reach the age, this princess with the holy certificate is still kept in the palace by the emperor who loves her so much.

Now the princess has reached the age of marriage, and I heard that the higher-ups are trying to find a suitable husband for her.

There was no rule during the Chongzhao era that prohibited the prince consort from entering the officialdom. It was obvious that the position of Princess Qingyan's prince consort was a popular one, and everyone wanted to take a bite.

"I heard that His Majesty might choose one of the top scorers in the autumn examination as the princess's consort. Brother Xu is a great talent in Qing County. Why don't you try to win the princess's favor?" As he spoke, the thin and handsome man who reported the news couldn't help but let out an obscene and inexplicable laugh.

Xu Yanli raised the teacup in his hand and drank it all in one gulp, hiding the disgust in his eyes. He hated being looked down upon by others, and also hated the self-righteousness of some people. They were obviously extremely jealous in their hearts, but they still had to pretend to be caring about him. What a fool! It was extremely disgusting.

"Xu doesn't dare to dream of the princess, nor do I have the ability to ensure that I can get a rank. Thank you for your praise, Mr. Hu." The young man lowered his head and had clear eyebrows. Each of his facial features, which were not outstanding, formed a very comfortable appearance on his face. He looked like a handsome young man with a gentle face, good character and humility.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the white-faced young man who brought up the topic opposite him had a distorted expression on his face for a second. Ha, if you, a lowly person with only five yuan in the imperial examination, can't do it, who else can do it.

Hu Xun, who had only an average ranking and had studied very hard, and finally entered the palace examination at the last place, looked extremely unhappy.

In the end, he just forced a few smiles to hide his inner jealousy and hatred.

Only after Xu Yanli walked away did he hold back his curses and whispered, "He's just a lowly person whose parents died because of bad luck. How can he have better grades than a famous young man like him?"

……

On the second floor, Wu Yanmeng, who had quietly come out of the palace and changed into men's clothes, stared at the scene with sparkling eyes.

The little palace maid Lu'e beside her was also introducing the news she had heard for her princess, who rarely came out. "Princess, that is Mr. Xu who may win the first place in the imperial examination this time, Xu Yanli. I heard that this young man had a tragic life story. Not only did his parents die when he was young, but he was entrusted to his uncle, who also abused him. This young man was kind enough not to retaliate against him, and he also went to work since he was young to earn money to support his uncle."

"Humph! This shows how kind-hearted Mr. Xu is. It's a pity that the uncle had evil intentions and used Mr. Xu's money to gamble. He was blocked at the door and his legs were chopped off. If Mr. Xu hadn't been kind-hearted and saved his uncle, he would have died long ago."

"Now the three children of his uncle's family are all growing up with the money spent by Mr. Xu. Humph, if you ask me, Mr. Xu shouldn't care about his conscienceless and vicious uncle." Lu'e said angrily.

He told the princess all the news he had recently heard from the people.