She brought too many people on this trip. Yuncheng was not big, and all the inns had been settled for the accompanying doctors and others to live there.
"Please." The prefect of Yuncheng and his wife looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
This Ming Concubine was dressed in men's clothes and could not hide her beautiful appearance. At first glance, she looked like some noble young man.
He also looks approachable and not difficult to serve.
The convoy was divided into two parts, and the doctor and the one who were escorting herbs to the major inns in the city. Ming Lanruo and his group arrived at the prefect's mansion.
Minglanruo was arranged by the prefect's wife to live in a small embroidery building, which was originally the residence of the only daughter of the old prefect and his wife.
The prefect and his wife set up a banquet to entertain her.
The old couple was loving and had no airs. Seeing Ming Lanruo easy to talk, they both let go.
It is also considered that the host and guest are all happy.
The prefect's wife looked at Ming Lanruo, and there was a hint of hesitation between her eyebrows and eyes, as if she had something to say, but the prefect secretly pressed the prefect's wife's arm.
Seeing this, Ming Lanruo felt secretly alert: "Madam, what do you have to say?"
The prefect's wife seemed to be determined, but she stood up and saluted: "Your Majesty is kind and sent the princess to the three southwest provinces in person. I heard that you have great medical skills. I wonder if you can ask the empress to treat my grandson?"
The prefect was a little panicked and hurriedly stood up: "I'm reckless, please don't blame the concubine Ming!"
Ming Lanruo heard this, but instead felt relieved.
The prefect's wife also called Emperor Ming benevolent and said that she was the prince's concubine. The news of the new emperor ascending the throne in the capital had not yet been heard.
She helped the old couple up and asked, and then she realized that the old couple had been in love for decades and had only one daughter.
Unfortunately, my daughter and son-in-law died early, leaving behind a teenage grandson who was suffering from diabetes and was in short order.
Ming Lanruo listened to this request and nodded: "Doctor is the parents' heart. My trip is the doctor's identity, not a Ming concubine. You just bring the person here."
She can cure diabetes.
The old couple almost cried with joy, and knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.
Ming Lanruo quickly helped them up.
When the old prefect saw that she looked tired, he quickly ended the reception banquet and asked someone to prepare hot water for her.
The surroundings of the embroidery building were already secretly guarded by red blood people.
If Minglan was not afraid of someone making trouble, she took a shower and washed up.
She climbed the embroidery building and sat by the window of the small opening to see the scenery in the distance—
A house with blue bricks and white tiles, a bluestone road, a small river is not far away, and peach trees and willows are planted by the river.
A black-sailed boat was slowly floating on the river, the boatman was rowing, and the women were washing clothes by the river, talking and laughing, humming the Jiangnan tune of "Yiyayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya
The small town in winter seems to be covered with a layer of fog from afar.
It's like a beautiful Jiangnan painting.
It also reminded her of a person, and she couldn't help but her eyes were wet. That person... she always liked to dress up in a plain white and wide cotton robe and wear a scholar's scarf.
He has a long bones and a tight texture, but he looks thin when wearing that wide robe.
He looks like a Jiangnan man with thin eyebrows and long eyes, lush eyebrows and beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
Getting off the carriage, I had to support me as a weak scholar...
Ming Lanruo suddenly stood up and stared at the carriage parked outside the yard not far away.
There was really a thin scholar-like figure wearing a thin white cotton robe on it, holding the servant's arm out of the car.
The scholar lowered his head, as if he was coughing, and covered his lips with a veil. His robe was empty, making him look thinner. This chapter has been completed!