The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Chapter 287 Leaving to Save Sister

Qingyin lay on the man's body, blinking her eyes slightly, and her white hands, like works of art, gently pointed at him: "Why are you silent, Duan Heng, Duan Lang? How about the words in the new book I learned?"

Duan Heng took a deep look at the casual girl in his arms and said word by word: "I like it very much."

Qingyin blinked her eyes. Oh no, it seemed like she had gone too far.

"Why don't you talk?"

The man's deliberately lowered voice seemed very attractive, as if he was speaking close to the ear, and just listening to it seemed to have a hint of seduction.

The girl was slightly stunned and lowered her head as if shy.

Seeing the girl like this, the man smiled heartily, with affectionate tenderness in his eyes.

But as the man avoided his sight, the girl in his arms was not moved at all, and a flash of sarcasm passed by.

A man's gentle voice came from above: "Ahua, let's leave Xian County tomorrow and go to the capital, okay?"

The girl in his arms gently fiddled with the black hair falling by her ears, and said casually with a lively tone: "Okay, I heard that the Dongjiao County next door is going to hold a flower festival, how about we go and take a look?"

"Okay." Hearing the word "we" made the man fall into a strange sweetness, not to mention that it was just a small request of the girl.

Dongjiao County, where Lin Dahua was sold.

Qingyin was obscure. When the system came, Qingyin specially sent it to determine the location of Lin Dahahua. It was the largest brothel in Dongjiao County. It was the Flower Festival, the day when the most beautiful woman in Dongjiao County was selected. All the girls in the brothels would come out and be displayed like exquisite ornaments.

In Dongjiao County, Yingchunyuan, the largest brothel, has begun to decorate in preparation for the upcoming Flower Festival.

In the small room, two girls in bright clothes clung to each other on a bed to keep warm.

Both of them were prostitutes in Yingchunyuan. They entered the Yingchunyuan when they were very young. Because of their good personalities or timidity, they were rarely beaten.

Although the girls in the brothel have the same status, there are also levels. For example, the room of the courtesan is large and bright, and there is no shortage of charcoal every day. But the treatment of prostitutes with average looks is not so good. Apart from the small room with only a bed and a table for the prostitutes, there is nothing else.

Cold coal at night is a luxury that cannot be imagined.

Two equally average-looking, timid girls hugged each other for warmth.

In the cold, Honghua heard A-Lian's timid voice: "Sister A-Hua, the Flower Festival is coming in the next few days. Do you think mom will beat us if we fail to enter the second circle again?"

Honghua, also known as Lin Dahua, had a bitter smile on her face. Perhaps because she was born to be a big sister, she felt pity for A-Lian, who was younger than her. She silently comforted her and made a wish, "Yes, at the last flower festival, our courtyard's most beautiful lady, Miss Ding Lan, won the title of the most beautiful woman. Mom will be happy to see this result and will definitely not beat us."

"very nice."

A-Lian's delicate voice was heard again in the darkness: "Sister A-Hua, do you still remember what happened before?"

Honghua was stunned. She was already quite old when she came to the brothel. She murmured, "Why don't I remember..."

"At that time, I had two well-behaved sisters at home. They were very well behaved and followed me around every day."

Ah Lian asked curiously, "Are they as pretty as their sister?"

In the darkness, Honghua's face showed a gentle smile: "Pretty, much prettier than me, the second sister has good facial features, and the little sister is lively and cute."

"Then they are definitely not as pretty as Sister Hua. I like Sister Hua the best."

"Well, go to sleep."

……

In the moonlight, the girl said she was sleeping but did not close her eyes, and her fair and gentle face was full of bitterness.

A spring rain drizzled down the blue bricks and tiles and fell onto the palm-sized unknown flowers, making them look even more delicate and beautiful.

The male protagonist got a carriage from somewhere and stopped it next to the restaurant. Qingyin, wearing a light pink lotus-waisted long skirt, leaned lazily in the carriage, munching on the melon seeds that Duan Heng had specially sent her to relieve her boredom.

Ever since she teased Duan Heng last time, Qingyin found that Duan Heng treated her better. His previous good treatment to her was even better. Duan Heng also took her casual words to heart. For example, when she suddenly mentioned pumpkin last time, Qingyin just heard it from the guest at the next table out of curiosity. In the afternoon, Qingyin saw the cut pumpkin placed in front of her.

Qingyin secretly admired Duan Heng's speed. The carriage looked plain on the outside, but it was quite impressive on the inside.

The carriage was not only padded with soft fur, but also hung with exquisite candles, not to mention the food and fruits prepared inside, ensuring that the people inside would not be hungry or thirsty at all.

The carriage was shaking slightly, but it was not bumpy.

Along the way, Duan Heng provided attentive service and Qingyin could not find any fault with it.

Qingyin blinked her eyes and looked at the man in front of her who was carefully peeling walnuts for her. Forget it, she would not bother this man for the time being and would wait until she arrived in the capital.

In Dongjiao County, when the Flower Festival comes, there is a hint of spring and people are passing by in an endless stream for this festival.

……

The guard in front shouted loudly: "Stop all carriages and horses, and check the gate."

The knife handle fell on the side of the carriage board and made a loud knocking sound. "The people inside, come down and check the gate and you can enter the city."

Inside the carriage, Qingyin looked at Duan Heng. She did have a doorman, but where was Duan Heng?

Duan Heng mistakenly thought that the look in the girl's eyes was worry, and the anger he had just felt from the guards outside eased slightly. He soothed the girl with his eyes, gently pressed down her hand holding her door handle, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, just sit here quietly and wait for me."

Outside the car, the guard was getting a little impatient and was about to lose his temper when the curtain was lifted halfway, revealing a pair of narrow and sharp eyes.

The man had handsome features and a noble aura. He did not look like an ordinary person, and the guards' momentum dropped immediately.

"Sir, check the gate."

"I'm sorry, my wife is weak and sickly. She can't stand the cold. Please be flexible." Duan Heng's eyes were calm and his tone was neither cold nor hot. Half of his body was blocking the inside, so no one could see the scenery inside.

After saying that, he handed out two passes mixed with silver bills.

Such a generous gesture made even the guard lose his temper. He quietly put the banknote into his sleeve and handed it back to the young man for his pass.

Perhaps the guard stayed too long, Qingyin thought the soldier did not believe her, so she showed her slender hands and hugged Duan Heng.

Her voice was delicate and timid: "My husband, haven't we arrived at Dongjiao County yet? Ahem, how about I not go to this county to find a doctor for treatment?"

It makes one's bones go limp.

The guard blushed, secretly imagining in his mind how stunning a lady with such hands and voice must be. "Ahem, please come in, Master and Madam."