The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Dongfang Yu's pupils were as tight as cat's eyes. His hands stopped in the air, and his red face was about to bleed.

The sun! Wen Ruolan can understand how Yunluo treats Dongfang Yu by just looking at it. For the first time, she really realizes how terrible the so-called medical skills of curing diseases and saving people are.

"I want you." Dongfang Yu just stopped for a moment, then bullied him again and grasped Wen Ruolan's shoulder.

"The ninth Prince is very popular with Yanhuang. The lady Li arrived at the foot of Qishan yesterday. I shouldn't have said this to a little folk woman. But if the prince wants to do what he wants, the name of Ruolan's widow will become a handle for others to give you a fatal blow. Do you want any more?"

Wen Ruolan's language flies fast. After that, the silver needle in his hand has been stabbed into the danzhong acupoint on Dongfang Yu's chest.

Dongfang Yu looked down at the silver needle in his chest. His reason made him try his best to suppress the desire in his heart. He stepped back and sat on the chair, holding the armrest in both hands. The blue veins on his hands were protruding.

"Your Highness, if you want to be impeccable, you will have to pay a price, and the women who are dirty are not worthy of messing up your Highness's plan. You can do a little bit." Of course, Wen Ruolan knew that Dongfang Yu was suffering, and it was very hard.

This is also expected, after all, the throne is not any woman can afford.

"He said

Dongfang Yu spits out a word and looks at the door.

"His Royal Highness also knows that Yunluo is the master of Minfu. Since all the masters choose to take refuge with him, as an apprentice, they naturally have to follow him." Wen ruolandon lowered his voice deliberately: "the ninth Prince's illness will never be cured."

"How dare you harm my brother?" Dongfang Yu suddenly gets up and jumps out like a leopard. When he comes to the door, he looks back at Wen Ruolan, which makes his heart cold.

"The person who sent the ninth prince to yaolu knew who Ruolan was earlier than his royal highness." Wen Ruolan sighed softly: "think twice, Prince."

If it wasn't for Wen Ruolan, he would have misunderstood that the prince was very close to each other. He relaxed and sat on the chair, took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead in a cold sweat.

It seems that he is in control, but Dongfang Yu really wants to wipe himself out. He can't run away, otherwise he won't mention the emperor.

The voice of women's pain and depression came from the carriage outside the door. In the carriage shaking violently, Dongfang Yu collided like a hungry wolf. In the corner, the three women looked at the blood gushing from the two legs of the woman under Dongfang Yu, and suddenly shivered.

Maybe it was uncomfortable. Dongfang Yu looked down at the woman who had been out of breath for a long time. He got up and threw the people under him aside. His eyes looked like a wolf. One of the three women crawled over tremblingly.

"Hall..."

Without saying a word, people are directly pressed on the ground, with a shameful posture, prone to bear his endless desire like wild animals.

Outside, the imperial doctors who were exposed to the sun all bowed their heads and said nothing. Yunluo's small face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were fixed on the carriage like poison.

Dezi and his entourage stood by the carriage with an extremely cold expression. They had experienced this kind of thing too many times and were used to it.

Until the sun came to the west, the carriage finally stopped shaking, and Dezi immediately bowed: "Your Highness."

When the curtain was lifted, Dongfang Yu stepped out of the carriage, and his face was restored to its usual dignity. He dropped his eyes and said, "clean up."

"Yes." Dezi immediately took the carriage and left.

Yunluo looks at Dongfang Yu who is walking towards him. At this time, he is dressed in a black robe, straight back, peach blossom eyes calm, with a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth. He is looking at Yunluo and comes step by step. The smell of musk is mixed with the smell after Yunyu, reminding Yunluo that this man is a devil!

"Aifei, let's go." Dongfang Yu stretched out her hand and looked at Yunluo with a smile. She folded her fingers when she put her hand in her palm. Her voice was not too big or too small: "I'm sorry I hurt you once."

He really loves her enough. Yunluo knows that once Dongfang Yu gets sick, he will die. If he is not caught in the carriage, it is Dongfang Yu's mercy.

Once again into the medicine room, Wen Ruolan has arranged the food and wine, next to a basin of hot water.

The smell of the food makes Dongfang Yu squint slightly. When he sees Wen Ruolan, he doesn't have the impulse that he can't control. Yu Guang in the corner of his eye accidentally finds that Yunluo is also looking at Wen Ruolan. He is deeply afraid that he can't read it wrong. He pinches Yunluo's palm: "princess, other women are different from you."

"Your Highness." Yunluo's head droops to hide his mood at this time. Wen Ruolan is surprising everywhere. Just now, she did measure herself and Wen Ruolan. Who is better for the ninth prince? It seems that the ninth Prince is right. She is kind-hearted, scheming and manipulative. Wen Ruolan is above herself.

On the one hand, it's the family background. On the other hand, because of her superior conditions, Yunluo complains that she is not as good as wenjiacun.

"His royal highness, master, if orchid slightly prepared thin wine and vegetables, a host of friendship." Wen Ruolan poured wine in a pot and stood by with her head down and her eyebrows down.

Dongfang Yu takes Yunluo's hand to the banquet, and Yunluo doesn't drink with him.

"Wenruolan."

"The women of the people are here." Wen Ruolan answered immediately.

Dongfang Yu put down his wine cup: "since he is Luo Luo's apprentice and his family, it's just a competition with the imperial doctor."

"Yes, the people's wives obey your Highness's arrangement." Wen ruolandon said, "Your Highness, there's one more thing you can't do without saying."

"Well." Dongfang Yu raises his hand to wipe off the wine stains on the corner of Yunluo's mouth. Yunluo raises his eyes to see the doting look on his face and gently takes a breath.

"It's true that the three Royal doctors of the royal family are in Longhe for disaster relief, but they don't know where they will go. Malaria is rampant and it's very difficult to protect their lives, so..."

"Death is not a pity." When Dongfang Yu put down his chopsticks, Yunluo naturally put them down.

Wen Ruolan turned to bring the teapot and tea cup, poured tea for the two, and quickly removed the dishes from the table.

When he comes back again, Yunluo is already sitting on Dongfang Yu's leg. Wen Ruolan conceals his worry. Looking at it, Yunluo happens to reach out and gently knead Dongfang Yu's temple at this time.

And Dongfang Yu's big hand was on Yunluo's waist.

If you can, Wen Ruolan would like to kill Dongfang Yu, because she knows how much Yunluo complains, and her hands consciously touch the needle bag.

"Ruolan, his royal highness means that the chastity archway should be set up as soon as possible. Since the ninth Prince is seriously ill, you should take the opportunity to get close to him. If you can get the favor of the ninth prince, you can be pregnant again." Cloud Luo meaningful look to Wen Ruolan: "prince his highness is willing to stand out for you, implore the emperor to open a side on the Internet, let the ninth Prince accept you as a concubine."

"Ah?" Wen Ruolan looked up in panic.

Dongfang Yu stares at her and raises her mouth slightly invisible. This kind of woman is naturally out of control of men. If Dongfang Yi has that kind of relationship with her, won't she win?

"No?" Yunluo takes back his hand, and when he turns around, he shows his master's authority.

Wen Ruolan's legs softened and he knelt down on the ground, pitifully looking at Yunluo.