The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Anshun was frightened when she heard the voice. She saw Wen Ruolan come out of the room without changing her face. She screamed in her heart.

"Miss Wen."

Wen Ruolan didn't even think about it. He handed the folded drawing to Anshun: "give it to him."

"Yes." Anshun saw that Wen Ruolan went to the carriage to fiddle with the herbs again, and turned quickly into the room.

In the room, Dongfang Yi is sitting on the brocade stool with a blue face. The cup is in a mess. His heart is about to jump out of his throat. He doesn't know whether to give him the paper in his hand.

"Here you are." Dongfang Yi raises her hand.

Anshun hands it to him in a hurry. If he is not worried about Dongfang Yi's anger, he should immediately stop the present situation.

After taking a look, Dongfang Yi gets up and leaves.

This time, Anshun's heart was even worse. He murmured, "Liuzi, be more energetic."

Liuzi is the one who follows Dongfang Yi everywhere. Anshun knows that he is the only one who can hold out his hand at the critical moment.

Anshun also made up his mind. He was afraid of the sound of broken porcelain, not to mention the mess of broken things. It seems that he could talk to Miss Wen.

Dongfang Yi has a headache, and the pain is magnified continuously. He stops Liuzi and continues to follow him. He enters the room alone, in a small room at the back of the house.

There is a wooden bed in the small room, which is very strong. Beside the wooden bed, there is a high stool with tulle palace lanterns. There is nothing else.

Sitting on the wooden bed with his knees crossed, looking down at the open drawing, he had no choice but to smile and throw it aside. Suddenly, he felt that it was wrong and took it back. Five shots in a row, with an easy to control frame, and the most important thing is to have a pull ring, which can perfectly control five delicate arrows in a short time.

She, after all, is invisible. The jade pendant is not worth mentioning in his eyes, but he really hates her holding other people's things.

After all, Dongfang Yi can't hold on any longer. He raises his hand and nails the jade pendant directly into the wall. But he slowly lies down with a straight body, like falling into a dream.

"Son of a bitch, I hate people with strong control." Wen Ruolan turned the herbs in the medicine pot a few times, and then put them on the medicine stove one by one. There was no need to ignite the fire, just watch the firewood put in.

She thought she was a little too much, but she denied it immediately. Why? No matter how his things come, they are his own. No one else wants to get involved in them. He just takes them away without saying hello. If he doesn't teach enough at one time, he can only go too far next time.

Anshun came over with tea and hesitated: "Miss Wen."

Wen Ruolan turned around and said, "grandfather Ann."

Anshun heart thump for a while, embarrassed slightly frown: "drink some tea, xiaoxiaoqi."

Wen Ruolan is not a fool. She is as sensitive as dodder flower. Every little change of the other party will make her sound the alarm. Anshun is obviously dissatisfied with herself in her heart, which makes her think of Weng Chong. At the beginning, she was also good. However, everything ended from his murderous look, and the feeling under the eaves obviously suffocated her.

"Master is a hard-working child." Anshun sat on the stool next to him, put firewood into the small stove in his hand, and sighed softly: "Miss Wen must know a lot, but she talks a lot when she is old. Don't mind if she nags."

"You said Wen Ruolan is polite and alienated. She is not heartless. She is alone. If she says that her life is bitter, she doesn't believe that a prince can be more miserable than herself?

Anshun sighed softly: "the master has been raised outside since he was a child. This is also his life."

The beating fire reflected on Anshun's face. He was very old, his hair was white, and his eyes were very kind because he was too old. He paused a little: "outsiders are looking at the Royal offspring, who is very powerful. In fact, who can know that their lives may be wiped out at any time. As an old saying goes, they are the most merciless imperial family."

Wen Ruolan agrees with this. Otherwise, where will the nine sons win the throne and where will the Xuanwumen incident come from?

"Since he could walk, he would often go to the secret room, where he raised a group of wolf cubs. If he wanted to eat enough every day, he had to kill those wolf cubs."

Wen Ruolan's hands have become fists consciously. Can they walk? More than a year old, right?

Seeing that Wen Ruolan was shocked, Anshun sighed deeply: "at the beginning, he was always injured all over, and gradually he didn't smile. Later, as he grew up, those wolves changed from wolf cubs to half grown wolves, and all the way to adult wolves. Fifteen years later, the man who trained him left, and I was responsible for carrying him out of a group of wolves every day, So the master became more and more silent. "

The hands holding the teacup are shaking. It's hard for Wen Ruolan to calm down. Can she be more cruel? It's just a kid, kid.

She thought that the cruelty is just an experience, there are more cruel, cruel destruction of a young man's everything.

"The master always wanted to see his mother's concubine. It was not easy for the old slave to get through with him. He sneaked into the cold palace with him, and that was the only chance for him to see her, but he didn't expect to bring great disaster to her and the master."

"Discovered by the emperor?" Wen Ruolan felt that it was impossible. His emperor's father was in love with him. There should be no doubt about this. The prince's body was not cured. Instead, it was him. Wen Ruolan saw his emperor's father's letter with his own eyes, and every word was full of licking.

"It's the queen, the mother of the prince. In order to keep her son alive, Princess Li stabbed the master in front of the queen. The master nearly collapsed with this sword and refused to speak any more. From then on, she became ill." Anshun can't say any more. He rushed out of the cold palace with Dongfang Yi covered in blood. As a result, the imperial guards were outside, and the queen wanted to kill the ninth prince.

If the emperor had not come later, I'm afraid there would have been no ninth Prince today.

Wen Ruolan lowers her head. The tea in the cup is already cold. Her heart is colder than the tea. There is a general air leak everywhere. Dongfang Yi is not as cheap as Anshun describes. Instead, he talks in front of himself. But every time he gets sick, he takes himself as his mother's wife. Does it mean that the knot is here, so he can't cure it?

"Miss Wen, I don't want anything else. I just want my master and son to grow up safely and get married and have children. If he can escape, he can find a place to escape. It's a pity that he can't escape as long as his family name is Dongfang."

Anshun wiped his wet eyes: "the master is most afraid of the sound of broken porcelain and the messy food in front of him, so..."

"I see." Wen Ruolan pursed the corners of his lips: "don't worry, I want to cure him."

Anshun didn't hold any hope for a long time. Even this time, he felt that it was because the girl in front of him and his master liked her that he had changed. However, Anshun didn't feel that Wen Ruolan could really be with his master now. He wasn't gentle and virtuous enough.

"Liuzi?" Anshun's ears moved and he stood up after rubbing.

Liu Zi appeared out of thin air and grabbed Wen Ruolan's hand: "follow me."

Wen Ruolan didn't resist, but was dragged by Liuzi to the back of the hut.

Anshun's legs are not easy to use, and he stumbles over.

At the door, Liuzi released wenruolan's hand.

"Look at the medicine stove." Wen Ruolan dropped a word, pushed the door and went in. Seeing the figure curled up on the bed, he ran over and hugged him: "Dongfang Yi, I'm coming."