"Big Brother!" Luo Miaoqing's familiar voice came, and Qingyin looked up and saw it.
Qingyin's eyes lit up when she spotted a headscarf on the little girl's body. She looked up and mouthed, "Headscarf."
During this period, Luo Miaoqing spent more time with her older brother. Because of her martial arts training, she also came to understand her brother's habits. Although she didn't quite understand what her brother meant, the girl, whose eyes already understood, subconsciously threw down the headscarf she had used to shield herself from the sun.
The flowing, light headscarf spread out in the wind, turning into a transparent red sari. Qingyin raised his hand, spurred the horse forward, and with a somersault, the red sari landed in his hand.
With a gentle tug and a quick squeeze of her left hand, the sari seemed to come alive, instinctively shielding and covering itself from the heavy objects thrown at it. Only a few light, harmless flowers landed on Qingyin.
A red peony landed right on Qingyin's head.
Flowers paired with a beautiful woman, it's hard to tell which is more beautiful. The stunning beauty makes one forget to breathe, and it also makes Qingyin's aloofness less cold, as if the celestial being has gained a touch of humanity and is more approachable.
The person even raised their eyes and smiled, stunning everyone so much that they were speechless and could only scream even more wildly: "Ahhhhh!"
Luo Miaoqing, amused by her older brother's laughter, frantically threw flowers at Qingyin. Lin's mother, sitting next to her, did the same, showering Qingyin with flowers as if they were free.
As if surrounded by flowers, Qingyin reluctantly accepted this floral baptism. It was understandable that he had refused the silver and purses earlier, but he couldn't accept these beautiful and delicate flowers. Oh well, let them have some fun today.
Thinking that Qingyin had turned her head away and was no longer looking at Luo Miaoqing and the others, she also ignored the burning and infatuated gazes coming from under the restaurant. However, it wasn't that she ignored them; there were just too many people parading through the streets today, and there were simply too many of them casting such gazes at her. She couldn't possibly look at each one of them carefully.
No matter how slowly the procession moved, it still made it past Qingyun Street.
In Lin Congyu's private room on the second floor of the restaurant, Lin Congyu gazed at the departing figure with fascination in her eyes, "Was that Jian Cang's older brother? What's his name?"
"Luo Qingzhang." It wasn't Qin Shaohuai who answered her, but Gao Chenyi, who had been swaying to the side. He didn't even care that the tea he had been pouring for who knows how long had overflowed, and he couldn't help but say the name that his lackeys had read out last time.
But this time, unlike the previous agitation, a ripple of emotion stirred within him, and the beating of his heart seemed to outpace his voice.
This emotion, similar to yet even more intense than the one he felt in front of Lin Congyu, gripped his heartbeat. As if deceiving himself, he stiffly turned his head to look at Lin Congyu, as if to confirm that he hadn't fantasized about anything else.
However, when he turned his head and saw the amazement and infatuation in Lin Congyu's eyes, he subconsciously frowned and felt a sense of disgust towards Lin Congyu. This woman looked at everyone with the same lecherous look... This thought was not deep, but it was deeply buried in his heart, as if a seed had been planted in his heart in advance, just waiting to be nourished, sprout and take root.
Qin Shaohuai, standing to the side, was in no better shape. Although his expression remained unchanged, only he knew how tightly he clenched his fists in his sleeves and how chaotic his mind was.
However, Qingyin was unaware that the main characters had already seen him and even harbored other thoughts, but he didn't care.
Like the top scholars of previous years, Qingyin was awarded the title of compiler in the Hanlin Academy, a sixth-rank official. However, unlike the previous top scholars, Qingyin was also sent by the emperor to explain his governance ideas to Zhu Shi, an official in Jiangnan who was in charge of dealing with floods.
For this old man with graying hair, Qingyin was like a godsend. In particular, many of Qingyin's ideas coincided with Zhu Shi's, which made him even happier. However, they often lost track of time while chatting, and the servants had to remind them of mealtimes every day.
However, perhaps because of their recent friendship, the old man Zhu Shi couldn't help but ask to be introduced to a potential partner. It's probably because he's getting old that he's more interested in matchmaking. Qingyin looked at the old man's expectant eyes and politely but firmly refused.
"Thank you, Lord Zhu Shi. However, I am only planning to make achievements for the time being and I am not considering starting a family."
“That’s true, you’re still young, do more work.” Zhu Shi touched his increasingly thinning hair and looked enviously at Qingyin’s thick hair.
I wonder how Luo Qingzhang maintains his youthful appearance. When he was young and taking the imperial examinations, his rankings weren't as monstrous as his, but his hair still fell out rapidly, and now he's bald and white. Hmph, back in the day, he was a vibrant and promising young man.
Ignoring the old man Zhu who was already lost in thought, Qingyin smiled and poured him a cup of hot tea. After exchanging experiences about the floods in Jiangnan with Zhu Shi, she still had to go back to report to His Majesty.
His job at the Hanlin Academy was not simple at all. In a sense, he was the emperor's secretary, and he was responsible for recording things. Sometimes he even had to face the emperor's questions directly. So no matter how high his official position was, he had to be careful.
Recently, reports in the imperial court indicated that the floods in Jiangnan had worsened again, so Emperor Yongzheng simply dispatched Zhu Shi and an adjutant to Jiangnan ahead of schedule to deal with the floods.
Inside the main hall, Emperor Yongzheng slowly stepped down from the dragon throne and walked into a side hall, where a eunuch had already prepared a chessboard.
Qingyin knelt and bowed to the side, saying, "Your humble servant greets Your Majesty. May Your Majesty enjoy boundless blessings and peace."
"Qingzhang, there's no need for formalities. Come, join me in preparing a dish."
Qingyin replied gently, "Yes."
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