A lady stood up and said to Yuan Qing, "I want to thank the princess for saving my life."
Yuan Qingling recognized her. She was the lady who was in the porridge shed that day. She injured her hand and she bandaged it.
She said with a smile: "Madam, your life-saving grace is beyond words. Is your hand okay?"
"As for the princess, it's okay." Mrs. Yuan was a little excited and her voice was loud, like a student answering a question.
Next, the big guys came out to introduce themselves.
After being introduced to a large group of people, Yuan Qingling just smiled and nodded, her face stiffened with laughter.
However, she really couldn't remember a few. Anyway, there were a lot of Mrs. Yuan, a lot of Miss Yuan, or cousins, aunts and the like.
Yuan Qingling found that each of them was full of energy, and their steps were sonorous and powerful when they walked out. It seemed that everyone knew martial arts.
She couldn't help but secretly asked Aunt Qian next to her, "Do all the female members of the Yuan family practice martial arts?"
"Everyone is a master!" Nanny Qian whispered.
Yuan Qing Ling stood in awe.s11();
The little girls she was looking after, the youngest was probably seven or eight years old, and the oldest was only fifteen or sixteen. They looked very similar to Yuan Yongyi, they all had round faces and cute faces.
After introducing yourself, it’s time to give the gift.
Everyone prepared gifts for Yuan Qingling.
Yuan Qingling was speechless.
There are a lot of weapons placed in the middle of the main hall, including long swords, daggers, bows and arrows, broadswords, axes, hidden weapon boxes...
"This sword was forged by someone from the Western Regions. It is made of pure steel. It cuts iron like clay and can break hair with blows. Princess, you might as well use a few tricks!" the old lady said as if she was offering a treasure.
"Grandma, the princess is pregnant, please don't do anything." Yuan Yongyi reminded.
The old lady snorted and said apologetically: "I'm sorry."
Yuan Qingling waved her hands and smiled reluctantly, "It's really inconvenient. Next time, next time I'll play."
"I'm coming!" The little girl from the Yuan family stepped forward, that is, the seven or eight-year-old girl. She took the sword in one hand. After unsheathing the sword, she raised her eyebrows. She smiled shyly at Yuan Qing Ling and saw her quickly retreating.
After walking three feet back, he reached the door. He kicked his feet and shot up into the sky. He stretched out his long sword. He didn't know how he moved his wrist. Anyway, Yuan Qingling saw one cold light after another flash out in the air. The sword light was like a flower.
Blooming like a flower, the little girl flew down lightly and slashed at the screen in the main hall with her long sword. There was only a "bang" sound, the screen separated on both sides, and she fell to the ground dead.
Yuan Xiaomei retreated to the ground, put her sword into its sheath, and stood with her hands hanging down, a slight smile on her face, but her hair remained motionless.
His mother's heart was broken to pieces. The prince's favorite carved ebony screen, my God!
"Try my meteor hammer!" Another little girl flew out and took the meteor hammer from the ground. As the chain was being retracted and released, the wind could be heard whistling, like the fury of thunder, like a ten thousand gun.
For a moment, she saw the meteor hitting the east and west. Several times, Yuan Qingling thought it was coming towards her, but it only feinted and quickly retracted.
His grandma has a hole in the ground on the east and a hole on the west. I wonder how much it will cost to repair it?
"And me!" A thirteen-year-old or four-year-old girl rushed out, picked up a long bow, flew out of the door, and disappeared for a moment.
When Yuan Qing Ling was just curious, he heard something "swishing" piercing the air. Before he could react, he felt a chill on his scalp.
, it seemed that wind was passing by quickly, and then, her hair was scattered. She stretched out her hand to touch it in shock, and found that the hairpin was gone. She turned around hastily, only to see a long arrow nailed into the wall behind her, and her hairpin was also nailed to the wall.
Yuan Qingling clapped her hands stiffly. She didn't know the color of her face. She just stood up and tried her best to speak gracefully to Mrs. Yuan: "Old madam, please excuse me. I have to go to the small house."
untie."
Mrs. Yuan said with a smile: "Princess, please help yourself. Indeed, pregnant women must always relieve themselves."
Yuan Qing looked at Lu Ya and Qi Luo, "You two help me, my legs are a little weak... No, they are a little numb, and my blood energy cannot circulate after sitting for a long time."
Lu Ya and Qi Luo tremblingly stepped forward to help Yuan Qing Ling out. Yuan Qing Ling's decent steps quickly pressed against the wall after leaving the door. He held his chest and took a deep breath and then another deep breath. "It scared me to death. It scared me to death."
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She almost thought the arrow was going to fly over her head.
She finally understood why Yu Wenhao said that Chu Mingcui could not defeat Yuan Yongyi, and that no one could defeat him.
King Qi, you are in terrible trouble. If you dare to bully Yuan Yongyi, your life will be in danger.
Yuan Qingling came back from her hands and her hair had been combed. Sister Yuan, who had just released the arrow, came to return the hairpin with her hairpin, "Princess, your hairpin."
Yuan Qingling smiled at her and said, "Give it to you."
"I admit it, but I'm not good at writing." Mrs. Yuan was very excited when she said this.
Mrs. Yuan straightened her expression, and said to Yuan Qing: "Princess, I have a heartfelt request." s11();
Yuan Yongyi said: "They can't teach you. Either their hands or feet are broken."
Sister Yuan groaned and said excitedly: "Really?"
Yuan Qing was dumbfounded, "Don't they know how to read?"
Yuan Qingling felt that her scalp was numb, as if there were hundreds of millions of ants crawling through her hair.
"Shut up, you're the only one with a lot of trouble!" the old lady angrily scolded Yuan Yongyi, almost feeling annoyed.
She carries a bunch of weapons. Martial arts practitioners are very heavy on weapons. They all give her the best things.
Mrs. Yuan gave her mother-in-law an encouraging look, and that was it.
"Then why not hire a teacher?" Yuan Qing Ling said.
Hearing this, Yuan Qingling asked, "Do you want me to help find a girl for you?"
Yuan Yongyi was scolded by her grandmother, and she stepped back unwillingly, muttering: "Don't tell me yet, it's not me who beat me, most of them were beaten by you, grandmother."
"I've invited, I've invited..." Mrs. Yuan paused, with a confused look on her face, "This invitation has invited over a hundred teachers. However, they all stayed for a short time, and there was no shortage of money for them. It's really...
Incomprehensible!”
Qing Ling became more and more puzzled. These people were all heroes among women. Why would they care so much about a broken princess like her? They even came to visit her with their entire family.
Mrs. Yuan continued with satisfaction: "As a woman, the princess has medical skills, which really impresses us. I wonder if the princess is willing to keep Ah Si by her side and let her learn something from you? Even if it is just recognition.
Words are fine too.”
Yuan
Mrs. Yuan fired an arrow and Sister Yuan sighed: "My Yuan family is full of reckless men and rough men. We really don't know how to educate these girls. They all look pretty good, but they are rude.
Rude and presumptuous, I have trouble thinking about their marriage day and night. I mean, this girl did some good deeds in her previous life and was able to get married at the age of sixteen. But if her sisters don’t have a
Eighteen or twenty, I’m afraid no one wants it.”
The old lady smiled and shook her head, "No, no..." She raised her head to Mrs. Yuan, with a questioning look in her eyes. Is this the way she talks? Did she say something wrong?
She was ashamed, and so was she.
"I like it, I like it so much!" Sister Yuan held the hairpin in her chest, looking like she was about to cry.
"Old hero... Old lady, please tell me." Yuan Qingling calmed down and asked.
"Yes, do you like it?" Yuan Qingling asked, she couldn't keep this hairpin anymore, she would have nightmares, and her head almost flew away with the hairpin.