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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 smiled and said: "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.
She looked at the little girls. The youngest was probably seven or eight years old, and the oldest was only fifteen or sixteen. They looked very similar to Yuan Yongyi, and 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.
Looking at a large number of weapons placed in the middle of the main hall, long swords, daggers, bows and arrows, broadswords, axes, concealed weapon boxes...
"This sword was forged by someone from the Western Regions. It is made of pure steel. It cuts iron like mud 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.
Three feet back, he reached the door. He kicked off his feet and soared into the sky. He stretched out his long sword. He didn't know how he moved his wrist. Anyway, Yuan Qingling saw one cold gleam after another flashing out in the air. The sword light was like
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 did not move at all.
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 out the meteor hammer on the ground. As the chain was being retracted and released, the wind could be heard whistling, like the fury of thunder, like the sound of 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.
Her grandma looked at the holes in the east and west of the ground and wondered how much it would cost to repair them.
"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 curious, she heard something "whooshing" piercing the air. Before she could react, she felt a chill on her scalp, as if wind was passing by quickly. Then, her hair was scattered, and she was horrified.
She reached out and touched it, but the hairpin was gone. She hurriedly turned around to look, 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, not knowing what color her face was. She just staggered to her feet and tried her best to speak gracefully to Mrs. Yuan: "Old Madam, please excuse me, I have to go relieve myself."
Mrs. Yuan said with a smile: "Princess, please help yourself. Indeed, pregnant women must always relieve themselves."
Yuan Qingling looked at Luya and Qiluo, "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 looked at her with a smile and said, "Give it to you."
Sister Yuan groaned and said excitedly: "Really?"
"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.
"I like it, I like it so much!" Sister Yuan held the hairpin in her chest, looking like she was about to cry.
Yuan Qingling became more and more puzzled. These people were all heroes among women. Why did they value her, a run-down princess, so much? They even came to visit her as a whole family.
She looked at a pile of weapons. Martial arts practitioners valued weapons very much. They all gave her the best things.
Mrs. Yuan straightened her expression, looked at Yuan Qing and said: "Princess, I have a gracious favor."
"Old hero... Old lady, please tell me." Yuan Qingling calmed down and asked.
Mrs. Yuan looked at Sister Yuan who was shooting arrows, and sighed: "My Yuan family is full of reckless men, rough men, and they really don't know how to educate these girls. They all look good, but they can be temperamental."
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 below her,
If you’re not even eighteen or twenty, I’m afraid no one will want you.”
Yuan Qingling heard this and asked, "Do you want me to help find a girl for you?"
The old lady smiled and shook her head, "No, no..." She raised her head and looked at Mrs. Yuan, with an inquiring look in her eyes. Is this the way she talks? Did she say something wrong?
Mrs. Yuan gave her mother-in-law an encouraging look, and that was it.
Mrs. Yuan continued with satisfaction: "As a woman, the princess has medical skills, which really makes us admire her. 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 Qing was dumbfounded, "Don't they know how to read?"
"I admit it, but I'm not good at writing." Mrs. Yuan was very embarrassed when she said this, and so was she.
"Then why not hire a teacher?" Yuan Qing Ling said.
"I've invited, I've invited..." Mrs. Yuan paused, with a confused look on her face, "This invitation involves inviting 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!”
Yuan Yongyi said: "They can't teach you. Either their hands or feet are broken."
"Shut up, you're the only one with a lot of trouble!" the old lady angrily scolded Yuan Yongyi, almost feeling annoyed.
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."
Yuan Qingling felt that her scalp was numb, as if there were hundreds of millions of ants crawling through her hair.