The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Chapter 227 Meeting the True Master

The young master sitting in the car was still resting with his eyes closed, leaning lazily on the soft pillow in the car, his long and dense eyelashes covering a pair of slightly upturned fox eyes. His eyelids were closed, and the pair of eyes that had been filled with arrogance for days were also blocked. His beauty was no longer as dazzling as usual, and he looked a little well-behaved.

The more Li Meng looked at her, the more he liked her. He stared at the person leaning on the cushion with a fascinated look.

"If you don't need your eyes, I can also help you dig them out."

It turned out that the boy who had his eyes closed had opened them at some point.

Li Meng chuckled softly, "No, I have to find some fun with my eyes for the young master."

Qing Yin: “Ha!”

The brief exchange fell into silence again.

It was obvious that the usually proud young master was too lazy to say anything to his little follower and continued to close his eyes.

The smile on Li Meng's face did not fade at all, but his eyes were no longer staring at the exquisite boy so passionately.

If you keep staring at him, I'm afraid the young master will get angry.

The silence in the car made the atmosphere a little awkward. Fortunately, the driver's voice rang out: "Master, Mr. Li, we have arrived at the First Teahouse."

Reminding them that they have reached their destination.

Luxurious carriages were the first to appear on the bustling streets. The luxury of carriages was not uncommon in the capital, but such extremely luxurious carriages were definitely the focus of the crowd. The savvy people in the capital understood this and avoided them one after another, but there was a hint of curiosity in their eyes.

Even the group of young men standing on the second floor of the teahouse noticed the commotion and cast their eyes over.

"Whose carriage is this? It's so luxurious? The gems on the carriage frame are pink beauty pearls, right?" The young man in gorgeous clothes couldn't help but exclaimed and asked enviously.

Someone nearby asked what the Pink Beauty Pearl was.

Hearing someone asking him what he said, the young man in fancy clothes satisfied his great desire to share and said, "Pink Beauty Pearls are a kind of pearl secreted by seashells that are unique to the southern seas. They are called Pink Beauty Pearls because of their unique color, small number, and light fragrance. They are the pearls that are brought into the palace for His Majesty every year, and there are very few of them circulating outside."

What the man didn't say was that his uncle's family also had one, but its size was extremely pitiful compared to the one inlaid on the carriage in front of him. It was less than one-sixth of the size of the one on the carriage, so this was why he recognized this precious and rare gem.

However, it is not convenient for him to say such embarrassing words in front of his classmates.

The man's loud and praising voice attracted the attention of many people again. Many people stopped their interest in writing poems and looked over here.

A young man who was sitting quietly in a corner glanced at the man in fancy clothes who was speaking excitedly.

I thought out of boredom that maybe another young man from the capital had come to the teahouse. Young men with delicate bodies are always happy to get some expensive things to wrap up their completely undeveloped brains to show off their stinky desires on the outside, which makes people feel sick.

The young man's eyebrows of appropriate shades could not help but slightly frown, and he avoided the corner where there were fewer people.

The man walked away, but the people gathered here were still guessing the identity of the person in the carriage.

Downstairs, the scorching sun shines on the earth.

Li Meng got off the carriage first and prepared to pick up the delicate young master in the carriage.

A handsome man was seen coming out from upstairs, and someone asked with envy, "Whose family is this young man from? He is handsome and his family is so rich. I really want to meet him."

Hearing this man's words, a man in fancy clothes looked confused and said, "I do know this man, but this carriage shouldn't be his, right?"

"Who is it, brother?"

……

Seeing that someone knew some information, a group of people immediately started asking.

The young man who was asked said hesitantly, "This young master is actually related to us. He is the half-brother of Young Master Li Yu, and he ranks fourth. I also met this young master when I went to the Left Prime Minister's Mansion last time to see the eldest daughter of my second uncle-in-law get married."

"With this young master... this shouldn't be the case." Everyone understood what the man had not yet finished saying. There are five young masters and three young ladies in the Left Prime Minister's Mansion. Among them, the legitimate wife has two sons and one daughter. The eldest son, Li Yu, is their classmate and is extremely outstanding. It is said that the twelve-year-old second son, Li Chen, is also extremely outstanding. Compared with the two outstanding legitimate sons, the abilities of the other illegitimate sons are not so outstanding.

Naturally, he was not so outstanding and favored in the eyes of the public, and they had heard very little about this young master Li Meng.

Then the possibility of this young man owning this carriage is very small.

People couldn't help but feel more curious and puzzled about this luxurious carriage.

Just when people were still racking their brains to think, a voice broke their thoughts, "Li Meng doesn't have it, but doesn't the only son of the general that Li Meng likes to curry favor with have it?"

This one sentence caused a huge uproar, and everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

Yes, doesn’t Li Meng like to follow the arrogant only son of General Qin?

There was some contempt in everyone's eyes. Speaking of the only son of the general's mansion, probably everyone felt disgusted with him. General Qin Yi, who had won many merits, didn't know how he gave birth to such a useless son. He was not good at studying and loved luxury. It was said that he almost made his home in a brothel at such a young age. He was really a fighter among the playboys. I don't know how this kind of person didn't have the slightest sense of shame to tarnish his father, the general, and didn't work hard.

No matter how everyone criticizes in their hearts, the people below will eventually come out.

A boot embroidered with golden beads stretched out, and the luxurious decoration was in line with people's old-fashioned impression.

Then a pair of slender, white, flawless hands stretched out. Each smooth, round, cleanly trimmed hand with nails as white as jade rested on the hands of Li Meng who had just come out. Li Meng's skin was obviously fair, but it looked dark against the pair of hands that were visibly white and glowing like works of art. The people upstairs were speechless.

Is Qin Miao, the famous dandy in the capital, actually that white?

The person who was obsessed with hands was staring at the scene with complete distraction.

Below, Li Meng looked at the tender white hand in his palm, smiled softly, and dutifully served as a hand releaser for the young master.

A young man with delicate eyebrows and eyes like a doll walked out. He had gorgeous eyebrows and eyes, and his red lips were slightly pursed. Just a glance could make people lose their minds. In an instant, a breeze gently blew through the hair by the young master's ears, and a few strands of graceful hair passed across his snow-white cheek. His black hair and red lips made him even more handsome and unparalleled.

Keeping silent and motionless is enough to surpass thousands of people.

Some people were surprised: "Is that young master so handsome?"

Many people nodded straight, staring at the handsome young master below. Such a young master went to a brothel and they didn't know who took advantage of him for a while.

After getting off the carriage, Qingyin quickly pushed away a young man who volunteered to be a servant, and looked around at this teahouse that dared to name itself the No. 1 Teahouse.

The teahouse has three floors, and the door is spacious enough to accommodate seven or eight people at the same time. The eaves of the teahouse are also exquisitely carved, simple and elegant.

I have to say that this teahouse has some capital to be able to call itself the best teahouse.

Qingyin walked into the teahouse with great interest, and Li Meng followed him slowly.

Upon entering the teahouse, the first thing you see is a bustling hall. Students dressed in different styles are arguing and quarreling about something, and they don't even notice who is coming in through the door at the back.

Qingyin moved forward curiously and squeezed next to a young man.

The man was pushed aside, and wanted to scold the person behind him who didn't know the rules, "Why are you pushing? Don't you know that the person in front...", but his face was covered with a large poster of a beautiful face behind him.

The astonished young man opened his eyes wide and changed his tone: "Sir, please come in. Or you can stand in my seat. I will go to the back."

Qing Yin looked at him in confusion, "Aren't you watching too?"

Being stared at by the boy's charming fox eyes, the young man's brain was basically dull, and he didn't know what to say, "Well, look, the scenery behind is better, I prefer to see it from a distance."

Just like that, before Li Meng and others could stop the young man from squeezing into the most crowded crowd, they watched the young man being sent to the front step by step, and soon the young man's figure could no longer be seen.

They knew that the young master was handsome, but they didn't expect that his face was so strong. This is what it means to make a living by relying on one's looks.

The boy who squeezed into the crowd finally saw the reason why everyone was gathered. It turned out that three people were going to set up a competition and write poems or essays. Whoever wrote the best would be judged by the people around them, and the one with the most votes would stay and be the champion. This competition format was obviously to the liking of these students, and everyone enthusiastically evaluated or participated in this activity.

Qingyin was mixed in the crowd but had no interest in this kind of activity. He turned his head and left without noticing that a pair of cold eyes were staring at him.

Qing Yin, who had left the crowd, was quickly discovered by several people. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was fine that the young master had fun, but it was really worrying that he had lost any trace.

Li Meng, who had learned his lesson just now, had obviously learned his lesson. He followed Qingyin closely and introduced the activities that Qingyin had missed from time to time. The side of the teahouse had been vacated by the owner and replaced with small stalls that displayed some condensed small activities.

Qingyin played with interest for a while and then felt tired and hungry. Li Meng was a follower who had been following the young master for five or six years. He understood that the young master was tired and hungry and wanted to find a place to rest.

He smiled and said, "Young Master, why don't you go to the third floor? There are fewer people on the third floor, and there are private rooms. You can come down and play after you have rested enough."

Qingyin nodded casually and agreed to his suggestion.

When we got to the third floor, the noise was indeed much quieter. Although it was still noisy, it was tolerable.

Qingyin's brows, which were slightly wrinkled because of the noise, relaxed, and Li Meng, who was staring at her, smiled a little deeper.

However, the group ran into a young man in white. The young man was wearing a white robe. Although it was washed clean, the fabric was obviously not of good quality. It could be seen that the man's family background was average, but his temperament and figure obviously made up for that. He was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and a handsome face that was like a bamboo growing on the edge of a cliff, tenacious and unyielding.

Qingyin was surprised, not because the man was unexpectedly good-looking, but because the face was a familiar one, that is, the "real prince" Bai Weize who was in this body.

Guo Liu, who was walking behind, looked at the man in front of him with amazement, but somehow, he always felt that the man in front of him was somewhat familiar, a bit like someone.

Bai Weize looks like Qin Yi's mother, and is only 30% like Qin Yi. The most similar features are his eyebrows and eyes. If Qin Yi saw him with his own eyes, he would probably be able to guess the identity of this young man who is 70% similar to his mother.

That's right, but he didn't remember it.

Li Meng didn't have any expression, but he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Qingyin glanced at the man a few more times.

She looked up and down at the young man in plain clothes in front of her with great criticism. He was thin and weak, looked like a pretty boy, and his clothes were very old. He looked like a poor guy. His eyes were staring at Miaomiao dishonestly. Really, why did Miaomiao like this cheap man in front of her?

Li Meng, who secretly cursed the other man as a despicable man, did not expect that he usually stared at the young master with a wolf-like and ferocious look.

The young man opposite was indeed amazed. Feeling the gaze of the exquisite boy opposite, his handsome face couldn't help but get hot, but he couldn't bear to look at the amazingly beautiful boy in front of him. His clear and bright eyes were tinged with a hint of shyness, and the blush on his face made him even more delicious.

Looking at the young man with extremely clear eyes, Qing Yin smiled tirelessly, "Hello? What's your name? Can I get to know you?"

"My name is Bai Weize." The man stuttered as he spoke his name. Perhaps he did not expect that such an outstanding young man would ask his name. His voice trembled with a bit of disbelief and uneasy joy.

There was a smile at the corner of her mouth, which just revealed two hidden dimples, making her look more cute and sunny.

The sunlight coming in through the window shines on the young man with a prim and silly smile, and it seems as if he has an inexplicable charm.

Qingyin looked at him and developed a favorable impression of this real young master.

After having a brief chat with Bai Weize, Qingyin said goodbye to that person and went to her own box.

Before leaving, Li Meng secretly glared at Bai Weize who was standing at the stairs. Why did he come to the third floor stairs when there were so many other places to go? He was just trying to take the opportunity to seduce her.

Haha, Bai Weize, you can tell from his name that he is a bit of a slut.

Li Meng, who was jealous, walked into the box angrily.

Qingyin didn't even look at him, and picked up the melon seeds given by the teahouse and prepared to eat some. Li Meng quickly picked up the plate.

"Brother Qin, let me help you peel it!"

Someone volunteered to help peel melon seeds for others, but he didn't mind. It just made things convenient for him. Qingyin just glanced at him lightly and ignored him.

Li Meng, who was being watched, was indeed happily holding the melon seed plate in his arms. Haha, what if that man was appreciated by the young master? Would he be willing to let the young master let him peel melon seeds for him? Could he get close to the young master?

Li Meng became more and more excited as he thought about it, and Qingyin gave him a puzzled look.

What's so exciting about just peeling some melon seeds for him?

Qingyin: "Guo left some nuts for me to peel."

"Xiaoyue, peel an orange for me."

……

A series of instructions came into Li Meng's ears.

Li Meng's heart was broken, but not completely broken, as he watched quietly as the young master distributed the service that belonged to him to the servants and maids one by one.

It's okay, these are all servants, all servants! Unlike him, Li Meng silently comforted himself.