famous eldest daughter

Chapter 748
The chief chamberlain sealed the news of Hehuan Palace so airtight that no trace could reach the emperor's ears. He only pitied Xiao Jingyu, the dignified princess, living in the darkness of a Shura field with no hope of death in the hands of a group of chamberlains.

Not to mention how Xiao Jingyu's place was, after three days of kneeling in mourning, Xiao Yu, as a prince who was building a mansion abroad, could finally burn the night paper and return to the mansion at night.

As soon as he returned, he immediately asked Ming Lu to transfer his staff in Zhending Mansion to go to Wangjiazhuang to inquire about the news. The people he went to were headed by Qi Ming, the doctor in charge of the medicine hall he opened in Zhending Mansion.

If that person is really Concubine Mei, he needs to be extremely cautious and not make any mistakes.

When Concubine Mei was swept away by grass and thrown into a mass grave, she had been tortured by the queen so badly that she was beyond recognition. Even if she was lucky enough to be saved, her appearance would have been different from that day.

Qi Ming was proficient in medical skills, and was even better at identifying people and painting them. As long as the facial features and facial features were not completely destroyed, he could draw a [-]-[-]% likeness from these details to their original appearance.

What's more, no matter how a person's facial features and appearance change, the look in her eyes is hard to change, and Qi Ming can paint this look vividly on paper.

On the night of the fifth day of the second spiritual period, Xiao Yu returned home wearing plain white mourning clothes. The housekeeper reported that Qi Ming was waiting in the study, and Xiao Yu immediately walked over.

The door to the study room opened, and Qi Ming, who was standing there, immediately turned around and saw that it was Xiao Yu. Before Xiao Yu could enter the door, he raised his fist and bowed, saluting and saying hello.

The warm yellow candlelight in the room shone on Qi Ming's tall and straight figure, outlining several docile and submissive lines on his iron-like cheeks.

This meekness can only be found in front of Xiao Yu.

He has superb medical skills, extraordinary martial arts, and a top-notch painter. He is also a close disciple of the master of Qianqian Mountain, a famous scholar in this dynasty. With such abilities and status, if he were not under Xiao Yu's command, he would be able to rely solely on his own It is not difficult to have the ability to be a marquis and a prime minister.

But he was willing to be used by Xiao Yu and became a little doctor in his Zhending Medicine Hall.

Xiao Yu sat down in a large carved double-armed wooden chair. He looked at Qi Ming across the huge book table and asked, "How are you doing?" His cheeks were slightly tense, with a bit of solemnity.

The look he looked at Qi Ming was the same as the look he looked at all his other secret guard subordinates.

Qi Ming immediately took out a rolled piece of drawing paper from his sleeve, unfolded the drawing paper with his long and well-jointed fingers, stepped forward respectfully, and handed it to Xiao Yu's desk.

What comes into view is a woman wearing a purple floral cotton skirt, sitting on the big kang facing the window, holding a burning red candle on the kang table in the room, and inserting plum blossoms at random.

She looked nothing like a country woman or child.

Even though she is not wearing palace clothes, just by the style of her clothes and the way she plays with winter plums, even if she is not a noble in the palace, she is the mistress of a wealthy family. She is noble and elegant, and she is natural.

His eyes moved up to her cheeks, and Xiao Yu couldn't help but frown when he saw a pale pink veil embroidered with red plum blossoms on the corners.

"My subordinates kept watch for two days and nights, but I didn't see her lift the veil, so I had to paint with the veil on." Qi Ming saw Xiao Yu's expression and said immediately, with anxiety in his words.

Xiao Yu didn't say anything, he just raised his eyebrows and looked at the pair of eyes above the veil that were staring at the wintersweet in his hand. With just one glance, his whole body was like lightning, and the hand holding the drawing paper trembled like an electric shock. His heart felt like thousands of horses galloping and roaring waves. .

Even though it was several years apart, Xiao Yu could still recognize Concubine Mei's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, half angry and not angry. Concubine Mei's eyes were exactly the same as Xiao Yan's. How could he admit his mistake? Thick scars.

Concubine Mei, Concubine Mei is really still alive!

Not only Xiao Yan is alive, but Concubine Mei... is also alive!

This unexpected joy came too suddenly, and as Xiao Yu was as scheming as he was, he couldn't help but express shock and surprise.

The memories of childhood, along with the eyes of Concubine Mei in front of him, flooded the sky and overwhelmed him, hitting the center of his brain.

In my memory, at that time, he was not his father's most beloved prince. In fact, he was still a dispensable existence in his father's heart. He was not much different from Xiao Duo and Xiao Yi, but Xiao Yan, he His eldest brother is the prince whom his father values ​​the most and loves the most.

The emperor's favor towards Concubine Mei and her son was truly overwhelming, and he wished he could give them all the best things in the world.

And Concubine Mei also deserves this favor.

The Mei family is a family of poetry and books, and there are many pillars in the family. Concubine Mei grew up in such a family, absorbing the spiritual energy of books. Her speech and behavior are different from all the women in the palace.

Xiao Yan, on the other hand, inherited the wisdom from his maternal ancestors. He excelled in reading and martial arts, and his conduct was excellent.

Because of his age, he didn't have many memories of Concubine Mei. Most of them were learned from his mother's mouth in those years.

The mother concubine's cultivation today is almost entirely due to the guidance and teaching of the concubine Mei back then.

In Concubine Mu's heart, Concubine Mei has always been respected and cherished as her own sister. Because of this, Concubine Mei has been indulging in pain like a dark swamp for several years, unable to extricate herself. She hates herself. When the Queen stretched out her magic claw to Concubine Mei, she was not beside Concubine Mei to fight with her.

Because of this, the mother-in-law and the queen became eternally irreconcilable.

Now that the Queen has been eliminated, Concubine Mei is still in the world... Overjoyed and excited, Xiao Yu's eyes glowed with light, which became even more dazzling when illuminated by candlelight.

After a long time, until the blazing emotion in his heart gradually subsided, Xiao Yu breathed out a sigh of relief, gently put down the drawing paper, raised his eyes to look at Qi Ming, and ordered: "From tomorrow onwards, you will be called your hometown." As a barefoot doctor who was hit by a disaster and came to the capital, he lives in Wangjiazhuang. He must protect the safety of this family without any mistakes. If there is any abnormality, report it quickly. "

After hearing the instructions, Qi Ming let out a sigh of relief. After all, His Highness asked him to identify people and draw pictures, but he only drew a person wearing a veil...

He immediately clasped his fists and promised to take the order.

Qi Ming turned and left. When the door of the study was closed, Ming Lu blinked and looked at Xiao Yu who was still excited in the corner of his eyes and eyebrows, and his thoughts turned, "Your Highness, why don't we go to Chinanhou's Mansion?"

Xiao Yu was startled, then looked back at Ming Lu, "Why are you going to Chinanhou's Mansion in the middle of the night?" His expression was full of bewilderment.

The road suddenly opened... It's so late at night, haven't you been there enough?Why do you look so weird now?

"Look, my slave, you probably have something important to discuss with our princess." Ming Lu said, suppressing his inner criticism.

Xiao Yu turned his head and glanced at the drawing paper. He really wanted to tell Gu Yuqing about this matter, but he was not in a hurry at this moment. Kneeling to the spirit these days is already tiring enough. How could Gu Yuqing's body withstand being disturbed by him?

It will be the same thing if I tell you tomorrow when I kneel down.

(End of this chapter)