The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Chapter 237 First meeting

"You are not my and my wife's biological child, but you have been raised by me and my wife, and we have a deep affection for you. But that child is my biological child after all, so Miao'er, you will be treated the same as before, except that your status will be changed to an adopted child. Everything else will be the same as before. Are you willing?"

Qin Yi spoke to Qing Yin affectionately, like a father who deeply loves his child. Unfortunately, what Qing Yin saw in his eyes was not the affection of a father for his son, but lustful love, which made the man with a gentle appearance like jade look even more smelly and disgusting, making Qing Yin feel sick.

Qingyin lowered her head, as if she was shocked by the truth.

Madam Dong couldn't help but show pity on her face, and looked at Qingyin with a broken heart: "Miao'er! No matter what, you are my child, and mother will always be your mother."

Looking at the cautious Madam Dong, Qingyin sighed inwardly, and gave Madam Dong a strong smile with a dependent look in her eyes: "I know, mother."

Inside the house, Qin Yi's eyes seemed a little obscure. Although he knew that the mother and son in front of him were only close relatives, he saw that Qin Miao, who was far away from him, could act coquettishly in Mrs. Dong's arms.

This huge difference in treatment can't help but make people jealous.

Suddenly, Mrs. Dong, who was holding Qingyin, caught a glimpse of Qin Yi's eyes. Was she seeing things wrong? Why would Qin Yi look at Miao'er like that?

In an instant, Mrs. Dong tightened her grip on Qingyin and had a bad feeling in her heart.

But Qin Yi no longer had the heart to look at the affection between the mother and son. He simply said a few words of concern to Qingyin, then turned and left.

Today, Mrs. Dong stayed in Qingyin's yard until bedtime before leaving.

In the past few days, the capital city has been bustling with excitement. First, there was the real and fake young master of General Qin's mansion. Then, General An Kui, who had just returned triumphantly, had a relapse of his hidden injury and was in worse health than before. He took the initiative to hand over his military power to the emperor. Thirdly, the daughter of the An family continued to propose marriage to the Qin family. And the object of this proposal was not the real young master, but Qin Miao, the adopted son of the former fake young master. People couldn't help but sigh what kind of confusing medicine this fake young master fed the daughter of General An's mansion.

The wealthy young men sitting in the teahouse looked at the storyteller who was talking about the fake young master with disdain, their eyes seemed to be burning with anger, "Damn it, Young Master Qin Miao is so handsome, how can he not be worthy of that fake woman from the An family!"

"Brother Ming, don't be angry. These people have never seen a fairy like Young Master Qin Miao. They are not worthy of knowing Young Master Qin Miao's style. If we get angry, it will only lower our style."

The other young man in gorgeous clothes who was persuading him was trying to persuade his friend with an expression as if everyone else was drunk but he was sober.

After hearing his friend's words, the man was obviously not as angry anymore.

But he held back, while some young men and women who had become Qingyin's die-hard fans since they met her couldn't help themselves.

One by one, they jumped out, pointed at the storyteller's nose and cursed: "Fuck! Master Qin Miao is a fairy from heaven, how could he not be worthy of that bad woman!"

"Idiot, if you can't speak, then don't speak!"

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Such a series of quarrels occurred in various teahouses in the capital. Although Qingyin stayed at home, there was still a group of people fighting for him.

Because of this situation, the people of the capital city became curious about this fake young master Qin. How handsome was he that he was revered by these young masters and ladies as a fairy from heaven?

Qingyin was at home, unaware that more than half of the people in the capital were curious about his face.

In the past few days, probably because his identity was revealed, Mrs. Dong was worried and stuck to him all day long, fearing that her precious son would be sad because of his depression.

Qingyin therefore followed her wishes and stayed behind obediently in the house to guard her.

No one dared to reveal the news of the other real young master in front of him.

But Qingyin's meeting with the real young master was indeed unexpected.

Just when it was time for the warm time she spent with Dong's mother every day, Mrs. Dong finally realized that Qingyin was not too sad. She was worried that he was bored in his yard, so she took a kite for Qingyin to play with.

The winds are strong these days, perfect for flying kites.

Qingyin did not explain that his original self had not liked playing with kites since he was ten years old. He obediently took the eagle kite handed to him by Mrs. Dong and walked to the west side yard, where there was an open space, which was where his original self had flown kites since he was a child.

This is where Qingyin went.

This yard is quite far from the main courtyard, probably because the only young master in the mansion likes to play here. The yard is still kept clean without a speck of dust. There is only a few fallen leaves from century-old trees in the large open space next to it, which makes the whole yard look beautiful and poetic.

When it comes to flying kites, Guo Liu, who was following behind Qingyin, was obviously more concerned than his master.

Holding the big eagle kite, letting out the string and choosing a suitable place, Qingyin sat lazily aside.

The little maid who followed beside her diligently set up a chaise longue for the lazy beauty, and successfully earned an admiring look and an intoxicating smile from Qingyin.

The little maid's cheeks flushed, but she seemed to be more encouraged.

After a while, Qingyin was lying leisurely on the chaise longue with fresh fruits beside her. In front of her, Guo Liu was running fast with an eagle kite in his hand.

Well, why not? He was also flying the kite, and he was also enjoying the happiness.

Qingyin squinted her eyes comfortably as she basked in the sun.

But in the eyes of the young man who quietly entered the area, it seemed that his mind was fascinated by the slender figure.

Bai Weize specially picked a quiet place to review his lessons, but he didn't expect that guests had already arrived at his chosen place.

The ancient ginseng tree is lush and green.

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the dense leaves, forming spots on the soft soil.

The young man in a pure white robe was lying on a simple chaise longue, his eyes half closed. His long raven-feather-like eyelashes fragmented the sunlight, which fell on his flawless white face as if it was inlaid with some delicate diamonds. However, the diamonds bestowed by God could not compare to the glass-like brilliance in those enchanting eyes.

With red lips and black hair, she is extremely beautiful.

It fell lightly into the young man's heart, but left behind a heartbeat that was rising and falling.

That familiar face, the familiar boy that has been lingering in people's minds day and night since the first meeting.

Bai Weize was not a fool. When he saw this man in an unfamiliar mansion, he already had a vague idea of his identity.

Obviously, he was the victim, but when faced with that handsome young man, Bai Weize subconsciously dodged and did not dare to appear in front of him.

Because no matter what, his existence invades the boy's life and shares what he can get.

When Bai Weize thought about the fact that he would be rejected and disliked by the boy if he appeared next to him, he couldn't help but resist this outcome, and the pressure in his heart became heavier.