The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Although there is no scar, there is desolation everywhere.

Wen Ruolan stood at the door, looking at the wide open doors. With the wind, the withered yellow and black leaves were withered in midsummer. This is the scene after the natural disaster. All the people who could escape escaped. The whole village was just a few old and weak people who could not bear to leave their hometown. They gathered together and kept silent.

"Call them all." Wen Ruolan looked at Dongfang Yi and said, "maybe there's no food left."

Dongfang Yi raises his hand and someone passes.

Wen Ruolan watched the old people shake their heads frequently, and even some people who could stand up and bow to them deeply, but no one came.

With a heavy heart, she turned back to the yard.

As long as the back door is closed, two worlds can be separated, and she has never really realized the strong shock of Du Fu's "Zhu men's wine stinks".

Go to the mud stove where the medicine is cooked, pick up the dry wood and carefully add some. The mud stove is almost dry. As long as you can cook the medicine, you must invite all the old people around to see a doctor, give them food, and give them a reliance and hope.

The fire is jumping. In the light of the fire, Wen Ruolan seems to see his grandfather. His smile is so kind and respectable. He always studies prescriptions while reading books, and even sits in the room with herbs all afternoon.

He said: "Ruolan, Chinese medicine is extensive and profound. Our ancestors left these things to cure disease and life."

Wen Ruolan forgot that she should have laughed at her grandfather at that time, right? Ridicule him for saying that seeing a doctor is extraordinary. People will be superstitious when they are old.

Now she finally knows that what her grandfather said is right. Treating illness and curing life, bringing hope to everyone and giving them the courage to live, is not curing life?

In this world, can be needed, can do a little bit of things for the people in need, let your heart full and soft, is not to cure their own life?

People, after all, are social animals, even if she comes from a very distant place, even if she is lonely, but still hope to get the warmth between people.

"Grandfather, Ruolan understands."

In the light of the fire, Wen Ruolan saw that his grandfather was smiling. He was very handsome. Every wrinkle in the corner of his eyes was full of stories.

Dongfang Yi's eyes are so deep, Grandpa? He has investigated everything about Wen Ruolan for a long time, including the carpenter's father. Wen Liang died when he was young, but Wen Ruolan was not born at that time. Just now he saw Wen Ruolan's appearance. It is obvious that she is deeply emotional and yearns for her deeper emotion. Is she missing Wen Liang?

Wen Ruolan was still immersed in the mood just now, and she didn't notice when Dongfang Yi left. However, she was touched by the helpless old people, and went to the carriage, where she brought as many herbs as she could.

The earthen pot is ready. Wen Ruolan has been busy all afternoon picking out herbs for the last time. After picking out a good one, she puts it in the earthen pot and bubbles it with water. It's monotonous, boring and even boring work. She has a quiet smile on her face, like a flowing picture.

Anshun was very worried at first, but later he didn't have the heart to disturb him. He was worried about his master's future. He was too indifferent by all kinds of training masters since he was a child. Even he wanted to use women to arouse his master's ambition, but he didn't dare to try.

Looking at the children growing up, he knew what he hated most. Until this woman appeared, the master had changed so much that he called himself a slave amber. This alone proved that the master's heart was soft.

"Maybe, it will work." Anshun turned and went to the kitchen.

Dongfang Yi sits near the window and occasionally looks up at Wen Ruolan. Her gentle look is very attractive. At least he has seen too many faces of Wen Ruolan, but she has never seen such a gentle one. She is full of warmth and can't move her eyes.

In his hand is the drawing just sent by the flying pigeon. Huazi road vowed that he would restrain the crossbow. It happened that Wen Ruolan gave him something to restrain the crossbow, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Come here."

Wen Ruolan looks up, glances at Dongfang Yi, lowers his head and continues to sort herbs. What is he? Why are you calling? No!

Dongfang Yi takes the drawing to Wen Ruolan and hands it to her: "how about this one?"

Wen Ruolan swept an eye, stopped the action in the hand, lift Mou.

Her eyes are very pure. Her black eyes are like gems. Dongfang Yi can't ignore the look in her eyes. She's always on guard against herself, and he really needs to be on guard, right? Well, she should be held in her hand, because she is a variable, variables can not be controlled by themselves.

For a moment, Dongfang Yi Mao Sai suddenly opened up. What did she say about the so-called love in front of the cave.

Wen Ruolan got up and took over the drawing and put it in his hand: "Dongfang Yi, do you want to do this as a prince?"

"Not all, but I have to." Dongfang Yi stands with a negative hand and looks into the distance: "otherwise, there will be no place to die."

"What if you lose?" Wen Ruolan's understanding of ancient times is limited to history books. Whether it is official history or unofficial history, he has the right to read it for fun. When he is on the scene, he finds that it is not so easy. History is just a statement of a fact. He used to be a spectator. Now that he is well, he knows what crisis is when he is involved.

Dongfang Yi looks back at Wen Ruolan and says, "the winner is the king, and the loser is Kou. Once he is targeted, there is no room to retreat."

Wen Ruolan shrugs. She knows that Dongfang Yi's father should love him very much, but he is not the crown prince, so Dongfang Yu will be on guard against him and even kill him.

"This kind of crossbow bed doesn't work." Wen Ruolan has made up her mind that she has something in common with Dongfang Yi, so she should be able to establish a close relationship.

Dongfang Yi picks up her eyebrows. He is good at observing words and colors. She is weighing the pros and cons, but she is just a partner after weighing the pros and cons. Therefore, she tells herself that love is the life and death of two people. She wants to stop her from being hired, because she can't stand such a toss.

"If you have a point this time, you can make a condition, anything."

Wen Ruolan's heart clattered for a moment, but he couldn't escape Dongfang Yi's eyes. He had already guessed what conditions she would put forward. Maybe it was the only way.

"In fact, I want to have a more hidden and powerful weapon, but I can't do it. Can you not go to my father? He's just a carpenter. " Wen Ruolan slightly hung his head, obviously thinking in his heart several times before he said it.

"Is that what you want?" Dongfang Yi said

Wen Ruolan raised her eyes in amazement. She was crazy in her heart. Look, she was drilled.

"If not, it doesn't matter." Dongfang Yi turned around and said, "I don't lack skilled craftsmen, although your father wants to be better..."

"Yes, that's my condition." Wen Ruolan's answer is crisp and quick. Opportunities are fleeting. She must seize every opportunity to protect her cheap parents and stop getting involved. It's too dangerous.

"What is it?"

"Sleeve arrow." Wen Ruolan's eyes were firm: "it's better than the crossbow. The crossbow bed is bigger than the sleeve arrow."

Dongfang Yi's mouth is in a straight line, and his facial features are hard. In this way, Wen Ruolan's heart is full of alarm.

"If you give me the complete drawing, I won't mention the wedding again, if..." Dongfang Yi turned slowly: "if you have to marry me, I will not refuse."

Wen Ruolan nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood: "cut, you wait!"