A lady stood up and said to Yuan Qing Ling Fushen, "The concubine wants to thank the princess for saving her life."
Yuan Qingling recognized her because the lady who was in the porridge shed that day injured her hand and she bandaged her.
She smiled and said, "Madam, you really can't talk about your life-saving grace, are your hands all right?"
"If you go back to the princess, it's okay." Madam Yuan was a little excited, her voice loud, like a student answering questions.
Next, the big guy came out to introduce himself.
After introducing a large group of people, Yuan Qingling just smiled and nodded, her face stiffened.
However, she really can't remember a few. Anyway, there are a lot of Madam Yuan and a lot of Girl Yuan, or else, it's just a lady, auntie and so on.
Yuan Qingling found that each of them was full of energy, and when they walked out, they had strong footsteps, and it seemed that everyone knew martial arts.
She couldn't help but secretly ask Mother Qian next to her, "Do all the women of the Yuan family practice martial arts?"
"Everyone is a master!" Mother Qian said in a low voice.
Yuan Qing Ling was in awe.
She looked at the little girls. The youngest should be seven or eight years old, and the oldest was only fifteen or sixteen. They looked a lot like Yuan Yongyi, and they were all round faces and lovely.
After introducing myself, it is a gift.
Everyone prepared gifts for Yuan Qingling.
Yuan Qingling was speechless.
Looking at a large number of weapons in the middle of the hall, long swords, daggers, bows and arrows, broadswords, axes, hidden weapon boxes...
"This sword was made by the old man from the Western Regions. It is made of pure steel. It cuts the iron like mud, and the hair can be broken. The princess might as well use two tricks!" The old lady offered a treasure.
"Grandma, the princess is pregnant, so you can't do it." Yuan Yongyi reminded.
The old lady uttered an apologetic voice and said apologetically: "The old man is rude."
Yuan Qingling waved her hand, smiling reluctantly, "It's really inconvenient, next time, next time I'm playing."
"I'm coming!" The little girl from the Yuan family stepped forward, the seven or eight-year-old girl. She took the sword in one hand. After the sword was out of the sheath, she squinted her brows and smiled at Yuan Qing, and saw her retreating quickly. Three feet behind, when he reached the door, he kicked his feet and rose up into the sky. As soon as the sword stretched out, his wrist was moving. Anyway, Yuan Qingling saw a cold light flashing in the air and then another cold light. Blooming like flowers, the little girl flew down lightly, and the long sword was cut to the screen in the main hall. Only a "boom" was heard, the screen separated on both sides and fell to the ground.
Yuan Xiaomei retreated to the ground, the sword was sheathed, and she stood with her hands hanging down, with a slight smile on her face, but her hair remained motionless.
His mother was heartbroken, the prince’s favorite carved ebony screen, my God!
"Try my meteor hammer!" Another young girl flew out and took the meteor hammer from the ground. As soon as the chain was retracted and released, she could only hear the wind, like the anger of thunder, like the raging wind. For a while, I saw that meteor hammer flicked to the east and west. Several times Yuan Qingling thought it was directed at her, but it just flickered and quickly retracted it.
His mother looked at a hole in the east and a hole in the west. I wonder how much it will cost to fix it.
"And me!" A thirteen and four-year-old girl rushed out, picked up a longbow, and flew out and disappeared for a moment.
When Yuan Qing Ling was curious, she heard something "swooshing" through the air. Before he could react, she felt a cold on her scalp. It seemed that there was wind quickly passing by. Then, her hair was scattered and she was shocked. He stretched out his hand to touch, the hairpin was gone, and turned around to look hurriedly, only to see the long arrow nailed into the back wall, and her hairpin was also nailed to the wall.
Yuan Qingling clapped his hands stiffly. She didn't know the color of her face. She just staggered and stood up, trying to say to Mrs. Yuan gracefully: "Old lady, please forgive me for my unaccompaniment. I'm going to clarify."
Mrs. Yuan said with a smile: "Wang Hao, please do it yourself. Indeed, pregnant women have to always relieve themselves."
Yuan Qingling looked at Lu Ya and Qiluo, "You two will help me go, my legs are a bit soft... No, it's a bit numb, and my blood will not run after sitting for a long time."
Lu Ya and Qi Luo tremblingly stepped forward to help Yuan Qingling out. After going out the door, Yuan Qingling's decent footsteps quickly pressed against the wall, holding on to his chest to take a deep breath, take a deep breath, and then take a deep breath, "It scared me to death, scared me to death. ."
She almost thought the arrow was about to fly on her head.
She finally understood why Yu Wenhao said that Chu Mingcui could not fight Yuan Yongyi, and no one could fight.
King Qi, you are miserable. If you dare to bully Yuan Yongyi, your life is hard to save.
Yuan Qing Ling came back, her hair was combed, and the sister Yuan who had just released the arrow took the hairpin to return it, "Wang Hao, your hairpin."
Yuan Qingling looked at her with a smile, "I give it to you."
Sister Yuan screamed, and said excitedly: "Really?"
"Yes, do you like it?" Yuan Qingling asked, she can no longer keep the hairpin, she will have nightmares, her head almost flew with the hairpin.
"I like it, I like it so much!" Sister Yuan held the hairpin to her chest with an expression of crying.
Yuan Qingling became more puzzled. This group is all female Chinese and heroines. Why do they value her as a shabby princess so much? Even the whole family came to visit
Looking at a bunch of weapons, martial arts practitioners value weapons very much, and they all give her the best things.
Mrs. Yuan corrected her expression and looked at Yuan Qingling and said: "Wang Hao, the old man has a ruthless please."
"Old hero... Old lady, you say." Yuan Qing Ling asked with a restrained expression.
Mrs. Yuan looked at Sister Yuan Fang Jian, and sighed: "My Yuan family is full of rash and rough men. I really don’t know how to educate these girls. They all look good and they're tempestuous. Rude, rude, and presumptuous, always thinking about their marriage, it’s hard day and night, meaning girl didn’t know what good deeds she did in her previous life, she could marry when she was sixteen, but these younger sisters under her, if No one is eighteen or twenty, I'm afraid no one wants it."
Yuan Qingling heard this and asked, "Which girl do you want me to find a marriage for?"
The old lady smiled and shook her head, "No, no..." She raised her head and looked at Madam Yuan, asking questions in her eyes. Isn't that true? Did she make a mistake
Mrs. Yuan gave her mother-in-law an encouraging look, that's it.
Old Mrs. Yuan continued with satisfaction: "As a woman, the princess has medical skills. I really admire me. I wonder if the princess is willing to keep Ah Si by her side and let her learn something from you? Words are fine too."
Yuan Qing was dumbfounded, "Aren't they literate?"
"Acknowledgment, but not good at writing." When Mrs. Yuan said these words, she was very ashamed, and she was too ashamed.
"Then why not hire a teacher?" Yuan Qingling said.
"Please, please..." Mrs. Yuan paused, with a dazed expression, "I have invited a hundred teachers, but they have all stayed for a while, and there is no shortage of money for them. It is really hard to understand. !"
Yuan Yongyi said: "They can't teach, either they have broken their hands or their feet."
"Shut up, you have a lot of business!" The old lady scolded Yuan Yongyi angrily, feeling a little bit irritated.
Yuan Yongyi was scolded by his grandmother, and reluctantly returned, muttering: "You are not allowed to say it, it was not me who did it, most of it was your grandmother."
Yuan Qingling felt that her scalp was very numb, like hundreds of millions of ants crawling between her hair.