When she was an undercover agent, what kind of words she hadn't heard, what kind of white eyes she hadn't received, if she had been looked at a few times and couldn't help but spit out the truth, she would have died hundreds of times.

She turned around and was about to go back to the courtyard to have breakfast and prepare for school, when she had not yet stepped into the courtyard when she heard someone behind her shout:

"Look, Aunt Ding...... Bleeding ......"

Just know that something is wrong!

Ming Yulong turned her head to see that Concubine Ding's face was pale, and Yin Yin's blood flowed out from under her skirt, covering her abdomen with one hand, and shouted weakly at her:

"My stomach hurts, it hurts......"

"Mother, mother, what's wrong with you?" Ming Ruxue was so frightened that she grabbed Concubine Ding's hand and shouted in a panic.

When a mother-in-law saw this scene, she exclaimed: "This is like a miscarriage!" ”

There are people who are quick to react, and they have already hurried to report to the prince, and some have already gone to notify the doctor in the palace to come over.

Miscarriage?

Ming Yulong looked at the pool of blood under Concubine Ding, if she was really pregnant, and she tossed it like this after beating thirty boards, it was estimated that it would be a god fetus.

Feng'er looked at the mess in front of the door, and said immediately:

"You still don't take Aunt Ding away, if it's really a miscarriage, wouldn't it be unlucky to see it in front of the eldest lady's yard early in the morning?"

As soon as she said this, the surrounding subordinates hurriedly came up to carry Aunt Ding away, but Aunt Ding kept struggling and refused to leave.

Then I heard a sound of footsteps in the distance, and the Ming prince was in the future, and the voice said,

"It's still morning, what's going on?"

"Father, my daughter came back last night, and I don't know what happened to Lu Dao.

But the next person hurriedly came to inform you, and if it wasn't an emergency, he wouldn't bother you.

Why don't you go over and take a look, after all, it happened in front of the eldest sister's courtyard, and she will have to go to school in Guozijian later, don't let her wait for the meeting and worry about this again, delaying the time. ”

This voice is gentle and gentle, like a touch of spring river green water in the south of the Yangtze River, and the words are extremely flattering, and everything puts Ming Yulong's feelings first.

When you listen to it, you feel that the person who speaks must be a gentle and beautiful daughter.

can claim to be a daughter to Prince Ming, and say that she just came back, and there is only one person.

is the second lady who has been raised under Aunt Ding's name since childhood, and she is as bright as dew.

"There's some truth to what you're saying." Ming Wang Ye was obviously moved by her, and his steps became faster and faster.

At the end of the road, their figures gradually appeared, and Ming Yulong looked up, and a girl with a curly and delicate skin like snow was walking towards her.

Her eyebrows are like the moon, her pink lips are smiling, her pale yellow dress is embroidered with cherry blossoms like clouds, and the blue silk thread outlines a double row of auspicious clouds around her waist, showing her slender waist like a willow.

A simple fringed bun, obliquely inserted with winged silver cherry blossom hairpins, and two thin strands of hair falling from the cheeks, adding to her soft beauty.

She walked slowly, and when she looked up at Ming Yulong, a smile had already spread on the corner of her mouth, and she saluted her,

"Rulu traveled last month to incense my aunt, and now I have only come back, please don't be surprised by the eldest sister."

Shy, gentle.

This is the first impression that Ming Rulu gives to anyone.

If Bai Lingyue is the first beauty in Tianyuan, this Ming Rulu is actually not half as good as Bai Lingyue.

It's just that the temperament of the two is different.

Bai Lingyue is a green and proud bamboo that is independent from the hundred flowers, and there is a pride that rejects people for thousands of miles.