The stunning beauty of Qing Dynasty

Chapter 288 Flower God Selection

After entering the city, the carriage continued to sway towards the largest inn in Dongjiao County.

In the carriage, the man's handsome brows were covered with a faint smile, "Wife? Why don't you call me husband now?"

Qing Yin glared at the man who was taking advantage of her and acting cute, "We were just acting, Duan Heng, don't push your luck!"

"Acting? That's right. Ah Hua, haven't you ever thought about your future husband?" Duan Heng looked at Qingyin deeply and said.

Qingyin: "My husband, at least he should be good-looking, wealthy, gentle, and tolerant of me."

He is good-looking. Duan Heng silently recalled his own face. He is not ugly but pretty good-looking. He should be wealthy. Duan Heng thinks that he should not be a poor person before he lost his memory. He has a gentle personality. Duan Heng frowned slightly. He tried to change it.

By this rounding method, he is the ideal husband in Ah Hua's mind. Thinking of this, Duan Heng's ears turned red again.

Qingyin didn't know why Duan Heng, who was unhappy just now, suddenly became in a good mood again.

Men's hearts are as unfathomable as the sea, and as a woman, she can never understand them.

Qingyin didn't want to cause trouble for herself, so she simply gave up on it.

Just as they arrived at Qingyun Inn, Qingyin simply got off the carriage without even taking her veil.

Duan Heng looked at the angry girl but still didn't have the courage to persuade her. As he saw that there were only a few people at the door of the inn, he simply let her go.

Seeing that there was business coming, the waiter of the inn had already walked forward attentively, ready to wait for the guests to come down and lead the carriage to place it in the appropriate shed.

The waiter bowed in front of the carriage and smiled familiarly:

"Hello, sir. Would you like to stay overnight or have a meal?"

Then, the waiter raised his head with an attentive smile on his face, but the next second, when he saw the face of the girl coming down in front of him, his smile froze.

It was dusk at this moment, and the orange-red clouds were floating in the sky. The girl in front of him, with a face as rosy as a peach, was attacked by the light, as if she was covered with a layer of transparent halo.

The unique beauty burns the hearts of visitors like a raging fire.

Even though he had spent many years in the wealthy Dongjiao County, where the Flower Goddess Competition was held every year, the waiter, who thought he had seen enough beauties in the world, was still speechless at this moment.

It was not until another pair of eyes filled with piercing coldness shot over him that the waiter woke up with a panic. It turned out that a nobleman in a black robe with an intimidating aura had gotten out of the carriage and was staring at him coldly.

The waiter shuddered, not daring to look at the stunning girl. He whispered, "Sir, please stay a while. We'd better have a meal."

But this time, he didn't say the familiar words as smoothly as before.

"Guest, a good private room, prepare the restaurant's signature dishes, for two people."

A man's low and indifferent voice sounded. The waiter was a little disappointed that he didn't hear the voice of the stunningly beautiful girl, but he still diligently led the person to the best room in the building.

It was not until they entered the house and the waiter left that Qingyin finally relaxed her mouth, which was blocked by the man, and wanted to say something.

Qing Yin looked at the man in black robe angrily and said, "Why only book one room? There are two of us!"

Duan Heng resisted the heat on his face and said dryly, "We have no money left. We still have to go to the capital. Is it too expensive to book two rooms?"

Qing Yin stared at the man suspiciously: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Duan Heng said righteously.

"I'm also thinking about Ah Hua's future. If I spend all the money now, what will I do on the way to the capital?"

Qingyin silently looked at the man who was talking without thinking and rolled her eyes at him. However, she was just a simple-minded country girl after all and could not see through the male protagonist's disguise.

Qingyin was too lazy to look at Duan Heng's fake appearance any longer, so she walked to a stool nearby and prepared to take a rest.

It happened that the window of this room was right next to the dining table, so Qingyin opened it, which helped her to look around this city which was completely different from Xian County.

But before she could take a closer look, Qingyin heard the voices of two men discussing excitedly.

It seemed that a young and lively man said, "Brother Zhan, you have to stay in the eastern suburbs for a while."

"Why?" Qingyin heard another older man ask in confusion.

Then the young man continued to speak enthusiastically: "This Dongjiao County has a special program that is famous all over the world. It is the Flower God Festival tomorrow."

"It is said that there was a loving couple in Dongjiao County. The wife was beautiful and the husband was a soldier fighting outside. They loved each other and lived a loving life. Unfortunately, their good times did not last long. When the war broke out in the north, the husband followed the army to fight and died on the battlefield. The wife who was waiting at home heard the bad news and cried until her eyes hurt."

"In order to pray for her husband, she went to all the temples in Dongjiao and knelt down to pray. The heaven blessed the woman's deep love. Dongjiao County was full of flowers that day, and the woman turned into a butterfly and disappeared into the folk."

"Afterwards, the people of Dongjiao praised the woman's deep affection and regarded her as the goddess of flowers. The strange thing is that every year when the woman disappeared, Dongjiao County was full of flowers. People also used this time to select the most beautiful woman to perform the legendary goddess of flowers to thank the goddess of flowers for her miracle."

"Every time the Flower Goddess Festival comes, many beauties from other places come to Dongjiao County to participate in the selection of the Flower Goddess."

"Brother Zhan, you are so lucky to see the flower god this time."

"Isn't this just a women's beauty pageant? How can we..."

"Brother Zhan, the Flower God Festival is held every three years. If you miss this one, you will never have another chance. Hey, Brother Zhan, just think of it as accompanying me to play in Dongjiao County."

……

What Qingyin heard next was the younger man's words as he continued to persuade the other man.

She nodded at the table, looked up at Duan Heng who had caught up with her without her knowing when, tugged at his sleeve coquettishly and said with a smile: "Ah Heng, Ah Heng, let's go to the Flower Goddess Festival tomorrow to join in the fun."

Ah Heng if there is something to do, Duan Heng if there is nothing to do. The man forced himself to hide the smile in his eyes, and after enjoying the girl's coquetry for a while, he reluctantly nodded and said in agreement: "Okay."

Qingyin cheered happily, not noticing that the sound downstairs suddenly stopped as soon as she spoke.

In front of the window on the second floor, two men, both of whom were extremely good-looking, could not help but be fascinated by the female voice upstairs.

Especially Meng Ziyi, who had just spoken a lot, listened to the pleasant voice in his ears, and his earlobes seemed to be stained with a faint pink because of this extremely soft voice.

What no one knows is that Meng Ziyi, a famous playboy in the capital, is a voice control freak and has no resistance to extremely beautiful voices.

But he was a man with very high standards, so he didn't show it, and naturally other people didn't know about this quirk.

"Hello, Brother Zhan, did you hear that? There's a lady upstairs with a really nice voice. I wonder if she's here to participate in the Flower Goddess Festival? How beautiful is she in person?" Meng Ziyi said excitedly.

Thinking of something, his face changed again: "But maybe, there are few beauties in the world with both beautiful faces and voices, and maybe a woman with such a beautiful voice is ugly."

Being called Brother Zhan, Zhan Qingyun frowned, "Ziyi, you can't talk about other people without permission."

"A woman's appearance is nothing but skin and bones. Judging a woman by her appearance is not something a gentleman can do."

Meng Ziyi curled his lips at the extremely rigid Brother Zhan. He didn't believe it. Could it be that Brother Zhan was willing to marry a woman with an ugly appearance but a beautiful soul?

Zhan Qingyun did not miss the disdain in Meng Ziyi's eyes, but Meng Ziyi was not his biological brother after all, and he could not make him change this shortcoming for the time being.

However, Zhan Qingyun silently looked in the direction of the upstairs.

He felt strangely familiar with the male voice that followed the pleasant female voice just now.

It seems like I've heard it somewhere before, where is it now?

"Brother Zhan, the meal is here, let's eat quickly." Meng Ziyi's voice interrupted Zhan Qingyun's thoughts.

Duan Heng, whose identity was almost exposed, carefully took care of the girl's meals.

……

As night fell, Duan Heng was forced into the house and made a bed on the floor. He quietly looked through the window at the girl who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

With a resentful look in her eyes and the unique fragrance of the girl floating in the room, Duan Heng closed his eyes as if punishing himself.

After a while, Duan Heng, who was not asleep, opened his eyes. With an extra man lying in the room, didn't Ah Hua feel uncomfortable at all?

In the darkness, the man sighed helplessly.

In the early morning, when Qingyin woke up, the man on the ground had gotten up at some point.

Qingyin didn't care and enthusiastically picked out a rose-red crabapple flower bow long dress.

Qingyin has a tall figure, and she has maintained a well-proportioned body these days. This tight long skirt perfectly shows off her slim and seductive figure.

Looking at herself in the mirror, who was as beautiful as a peach blossom and full of vitality, Qingyin smiled. With her long hair loose, she deliberately imitated the flower-bud hairstyle of a girl she saw on the street. Qingyin was dexterous and quickly imitated a similar hairstyle. The only difference was that compared to the girl's hairstyle, Qingyin had one more clever idea. She deliberately let down a little bit of hair around her ears, which added a fairy air to the lively look.

After putting on the set of ruby accessories given by Duan Heng, Qingyin looked at herself in the mirror and felt that something was missing. After thinking for a while, Qingyin's eyes lit up when she saw the bright red peonies in the vase on the table.

I picked a red peony in full bloom and put it in my hair bun, which looked nice.

Then she slowly applied a light layer of lip balm, and soon, a girl with stunning beauty like a peony fairy appeared in front of the mirror.

She bent down slightly and blinked gently at the mirror. Her eyelashes were light as butterfly wings, revealing a pair of misty and clear almond-shaped eyes with a faint pink at the corners.

The girl smiled, as vivid and beautiful as a spring flower in winter.

With just one simple movement, the girl's room became like a field of blooming flowers.

My humble home is filled with glory.

Duan Heng suddenly walked into the room and stared closely at the lively girl in front of the mirror.

At this moment, he was like a mortal who accidentally entered a fairyland and saw a fairy. He was so nervous that his heartbeat in his chest seemed to be about to jump out. He looked up at the high and mighty goddess with obsession and persistence. She waved at him with pity, and he approached the girl obediently like the most obedient dog in the world.

Qingyin smiled teasingly, and with her fingers that were not stained with any color, she gently lifted the handsome face in front of her with infatuated eyes: "Ah Heng, am I beautiful?"

Duan Heng: "Beautiful, very beautiful."

"How about I go to the Flower Goddess?"

Duan Heng struggled for a long time, not wanting such a beautiful Qingyin to be seen by others, but unfortunately he was not the immortal holding the goddess, but an insignificant little dog beside the goddess.

"Okay." Finally, after a long time, Duan Heng heard himself say the word of unwillingness.

……

In theory, Qingyun Inn is not far from the arena where the Flower House Festival is held, and it can be walked in a quarter of an hour.

But after going out, Qingyin found that she had underestimated her beauty.

Even if this face has not reached the top level in this small world, just an 80% appearance is enough to make her the most beautiful woman in the world, not to mention Qingyin's unique temperament.

People gathered around Qingyin like a swarm of bees, obsessed and amazed. If Duan Heng hadn't worn a veil to cover Qingyin's face, they would have been unable to escape from the encirclement.

When Qingyin arrived at the Flower God Festival arena, the registration was already over.

The person in charge of registration was the chief clerk of the Dongjiao County Government Office. Two people held up a table and put a registration form on it.

When the registration was almost over, the chief clerk had actually become aesthetically fatigued. Moreover, he had seen so many beauties and stood for so long that he was tired and a bit impatient appeared on his face.

When Duan Heng and Qing Yin arrived, the chief clerk said impatiently, "Name, take off your veil. We have to go through the preliminary review before we can participate."

Looking at the chief clerk with a bad attitude, Duan Heng's eyes turned fierce. The cold eyes made people tremble with fear and dared not to be so casual anymore.

Qingyin stopped Duan Heng and looked at the chief clerk who was frightened by Duan Heng. She lifted a corner of her veil, revealing her stunning little face.

With a slight blink of his eyes, he said, "Sir, do you think I can do this?"

The chief clerk was so overwhelmed by her beauty that he covered his heart with his hands, and he was no longer afraid of the scary and ferocious man next to the beauty.

"Yes, yes, of course. Miss is simply the reincarnation of the flower god of Dongjiao County. Oh no, she should be the only flower god in the world."

Qingyin's eyes curved up at the chief clerk's continuous flattery. She let down her veil and prepared to go on stage.

After the two men left, the soldier following the chief clerk dared to raise his head and said, "Sir, you are really brave. The young man just had such a fierce look in his eyes, but you were so brave to look at that young lady and even praised her. You are worthy of being a chief clerk."

"Well, learn more."

The chief clerk had a nonchalant expression on his face. Yes, he was such a brave man. If you ignored his legs that were shaking like noodles under his loose robe, it would seem that way.

Duan Heng did not allow men to enter the backyard of the Flower Goddess Beauty Pageant, but Duan Heng was very brave.

Qingyin walked into the house wearing a veil, and glanced at Duan Heng, who was hiding on the beam because of his great skill and courage.

Forget it, if he wants to follow, just follow.

There were quite a few women wearing veils in the room, so it was not surprising that Qingyin was among them.

Walking into the room, Qingyin saw all kinds of beauties in full bloom, some plump and some thin, and there were so many beauties that it was a pleasure to look at all of them.

But it’s really not easy to find the original sister in the crowd.

Qingyin sighed, there was no other way but to look for it.