Yuan Qingling's heart was beating wildly, almost jumping out of his throat. His walking was a little erratic, and he felt like he was stepping on the void, which was not real at all.
The two of them walked to the door of a garden. Standing at the door were two maids in green clothes. They were not dressed as servants of Leng Zhai, but more like the clothes of Daxing Kingdom.
Prince Su respectfully shouted at the door, "Ancestor!"
An old nun came out and asked Prince Su, "Your Majesty, are the guests here?"
Prince Su replied: "Mom, the guests have arrived."
The old nanny looked at Yuan Qingling behind Prince Su and smiled slightly, "Is she the Crown Princess? I have seen the Crown Princess before."
Yuan Qingling suppressed her excitement and said: "Old man, you don't need to be polite."
The old nanny said with a smile: "Princess, please come in quickly, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Yuan Qingling crossed the threshold and followed the nanny in.
As soon as she entered the door, she felt a burst of warmth rushing towards her face, as if there was a charcoal stove in the room. After she entered, the door was closed.
Yuan Qingling followed Grandma in. Outside the curtain, Grandma stopped and said, "Old madam, the Crown Princess is here."
"Come in!" A gentle and steady voice came from inside. The voice was not old, but it was not young either.
The curtain was opened, and Yuan Qingling followed him in. Behind him was the jingling sound of the bead curtain falling, which was very nice.
The south window in the house was slightly open, and the sunlight filtered in and fell on the ground, like a split golden light.
Yuan Qingling looked at an old man sitting on the Grand Master's chair. She was not luxuriously dressed, even a little plain. She wore a plain white satin robe, loosely covering her body, comfortable and casual.
Looking at her face again, after looking at her for more than sixty years, there were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and smile lines at the corners of her mouth. Other than that, her face looked rosy and plump.
She wore her hair in a simple bun and a jade hairpin, without any extra decoration, and her temples were dyed with frost. Although it was a startling glance, Yuan Qingling found it strange.
This old man's hair is very smooth and smooth. Except for the white frost on his temples, the rest of his hair is black and smooth, as if the white frost has been smudged.
And the wrinkles, starting from the bottom of the eyes, which were clearly smooth, suddenly turned to a wrinkle, which was very unnatural, as if the wrinkles were also painted on.
However, out of politeness, she did not stare carefully, but quickly stepped forward and saluted, "Junior Yuan Qingling has met the old man."
She estimated that even if this old man was not from the Daxing royal family, she was still Daxing's royal wife. After all, she was the elder of Prince Su.
The old man looked at her with gentle eyes and said, "Princess, you are welcome, please sit down."
"Thank you, old man." Yuan Qing sat down on the chair about half a foot away from the old lady. There was excitement and expectation on his face. After sitting down, he couldn't wait to ask, "Old man, just now the prince said to ask for you.
I have a question, do leprosy patients use Chinese medicine or Western medicine? Do you... do you know how to use Western medicine?"
The old lady raised her hand and told her to go out. Then she looked at Yuan Qingling with a smile and said, "Princess, don't talk about this in a hurry. Just drink tea and wait for a while. The person who wants to see you is not me, but one of my people."
younger sister."
Yuan Qing Ling was startled, her sister?
Just when he was about to ask, he heard the bead curtain ringing, and a familiar and anxious voice sounded from behind, "Xiao Ling'er!"