Princess Against the World

"Uncle Yan, as long as you take your medicine on time, you will be able to wait until she comes back..."

Mr. Tang smiled, placed the other party in place, then stood up and handed the medicine bowl to Ling Luoyu.

"Wash clean!"

Ling Luoyu took it, quietly glanced at the person on the bed, and followed Mr. Tang silently.

"Mr. Tang, who is this person!?"

Mr. Tang looked at the medicine jar and looked at her sideways: "You are such a smart person, how can you not know who he is?!"

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank: "I... don't dare to know!!"

Judging from Mr. Tang's attitude towards Uncle Yan, he must be his elder or someone he respects.

And Uncle Yan kept talking about Qing'er, which made her think of Yan Qingzi.

The most important thing is that this man is called Uncle Yan.

"Mr. Tang... this person, shouldn't be our grandmother... who is it?!"

Lowering his voice, Ling Luoyu approached Mr. Tang with eyes full of shock.

"I heard he was looking for... Qing'er!!"

Mr. Tang's movements suddenly stopped and he looked sideways at the bed: "What do you think!!"

This rhetorical question is equivalent to acquiescence.

Ling Luoyu's head exploded, and his blood surged——

It really is! !

How long have these people lived! ?

She already found it incredible that Yan Qingzi was alive!

Unexpectedly, her elder is still alive! !

Although the state of living is not that good.

"Mr. Tang..."

"Tangtang..."

On the bed, Uncle Yan waved with difficulty.

"Why don't you let the guests sit down? No one has come here for a long time..."

"Tang Tang..."

Only then did Ling Luoyu realize the key point of Yan Bo's words. He wanted to laugh, but felt that he shouldn't laugh.

"Mr. Tang, is he... calling you?!"

Mr. Tang glanced sideways at her, full of disdain: "What's so funny? My surname is Tang, my given name is Tang, my given name is Tangtang, my nickname is Tangtang... He is my elder, and he has called me Tangtang since he was a child... What's wrong with this? Ridiculous?!”

"No...I didn't laugh!!"

Ling Luoyu suppressed a smile and looked very serious.

"I'm just shocked... What is the relationship between him and our grandmother?!"

"He is Yan Qingzi's uncle..."

"uncle??"

Ling Luoyu looked sideways at the bed and frowned slightly.

"Then he...is sick?"

"If you are sick, you will be fine..."

Mr. Tang tilted his head and motioned for her to go out. He walked towards the bed, whispered a few words to Uncle Yan, and then went out.

Under the moonlight, Ling Luoyu sat on the stone pier in the yard, looking at the moon in trance.

With a silent sigh, Mr. Tang put down his rolled-up sleeves and walked towards Ling Luoyu.

"When I was going to the Holy Banquet in the sea, I remembered that I hadn't seen Uncle Yan for a long time, so I turned back to him, ready to take a look before leaving... But who knows..."

Ling Luoyu stood up, poured a cup of herbal tea for Mr. Tang, and served it with both hands.

"Is he poisoned?!"

Mr. Tang took the tea cup and was a little surprised: "How do you know?!"

"For ordinary people, unless they die of normal old age, only poisoning can consume their human body so much... The poison he was poisoned should have dried up all the oil he refined in a very short period of time, right?!"

"That's right!! When I first met him, he was just sluggish and thin, but now...you can see it too!!"

Mr. Tang heated up the tea using the exercises and took a sip.

"It looks like it won't last long... Unfortunately, I searched many places and couldn't find rushes..."