The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan can't help laughing when he sees that Da GUI is scared and shivering. He holds cui'er up and says, "don't worry, walk back slowly."

"Can you do it?" Big expensive hand want to hold, Wen Ruolan immediately block.

"Why not? It's probably two days and one night at most from the onset of labor to labor. It's good for production to walk slowly now. You should go home quickly and tell Aunt Cui that you are ready to meet your grandson. "

"Go back, what are you looking at? Ouch... " Cui'er is embarrassed to push a big expensive, causing a burst of abdominal pain.

Big expensive obedient ran back, almost fell somersault, wenruolan holding cui'er: "see big expensive brother scared."

"It's a piece of wood." Cui Er touched Gu Gu's stomach: "Ruolan, you know so much."

"I dream of learning medicine every day. Let's go. How can I deliver you if I don't know much?"

Two people slowly out of the yard, Wen Ruolan did not forget to lock the door, from home to the big expensive home there is a way, two people stop and go in no hurry.

"Oh, is cui'er going to have a baby?"

"Yes, aunt." Cui'er's happy response.

"Look at these two sisters. Cui'er is blessed. Ruolan is a noble man in our village." The woman said, a little flattering came to support cui'er.

Wen Ruolan didn't answer. She didn't have the heart to talk to anyone, so she didn't hear.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw Dagui's mother burning hot water in the kitchen. Dagui's father also came, but without entering the door, I stood outside the yard and looked inside. It was Wang Ruolan who saw Wen Ruolan across the fence and turned back with a strange look.

Cui'er's production was very smooth. When Wen Ruolan held the fat boy and handed it to Dagui Niang, the old man burst into tears and muttered: "grandson, grandson, my grandson."

Cui'er's tired eyelids can't be lifted: "Ruolan."

"Yes." Wen Ruolan comes to feel cui'er's pulse. After production, she is weak. After feeling her pulse, Ruolan is ready to go back and prepare herbs to replenish her Qi and blood.

"Thank you." Cui'er raises her lips.

"Get some sleep." Wen Ruolan patted cui'er gently. Seeing that she was asleep, she asked several women who helped to clean up the room. The bloody smell in the whole room made people dizzy.

He instructs Da GUI Niang to take good care of cui'er, pay attention to lochia, and then go home to prepare herbs. On the way, she feels very heavy and uncomfortable. When she finally gets to the door, Wen Ruolan holds the door and turns dark in front of her eyes. She feels that it's not good and tries to open the door. When she turns back to close the door, she falls down in the dark.

I don't know how long later, Wen Ruolan's throat is moistened by the cool water. With a comfortable sigh, he opens his eyes and sees Dongfang Yi's side face. Is he worried? Wen Ruolan couldn't believe it. He pursed his lips in a straight line, and his facial features were tight.

"Different weeks! I beg your pardon! Why don't you wake up? " Dongfang Yi's voice was angry, and his eyes were sharp.

Before Wen Ruolan could react, his body was picked up.

Dongfang Yi's voice and color condenses and walks away: "our palace wants to take her back to the palace."

"Can the Royal doctors cure me?" Wen Ruolan pulled Dongfang Yi's skirt: "put me down."

Dongfang Yi looks at it in an instant and doesn't hide his surprise: "when you wake up, you don't talk. You're going to fight."

"You make me tired." Wen Ruolan felt that all her bones were soft and sour. Now she just wanted to lie down and have a rest. She closed her eyes and said, "are you going to kill me?"

Dongfang Yi quickly puts the person on the bed and pulls over the thin quilt to cover the person. He sits beside the bed looking at master Bu Zhou.

Master Bu Zhou coughed awkwardly: "I'll leave."

"Different weeks."

"I'm here." Master Bu Zhou stood there helplessly.

"She is so weak, how to recuperate, you should know?"

"It's good to have a rest, but I'm afraid it's hard for the Wen family to have a rest recently. The ninth prince might as well take her to yaolu for some days." Master Bu Zhou looked at Wen Ruolan's face and lowered her head: "Miss Wen is exhausted, and her body is in deficit. It's not suitable to work hard any more."

Dongfang Yi ponders for a moment and waves master Buzhou to leave.

There are only two people left in the room.

"It's better to go back to yaolu, so that those people won't be bothered." Dongfang Yi talks to himself. He gets up and hugs Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan raised his hand and pushed away his extended hand: "let me lie down for a while. Don't bother me, OK?"

Dongfang Yi froze and had to withdraw his hand and sit down beside him.

This is beyond Wen Ruolan's expectation. After all, this man always takes himself up and leaves too many times.

In the evening, Dongfang Yi gets up and leaves. When she goes out, she looks at Wen Ruolan. Seeing that she has a light sleep, she lightens her steps.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Wen Ruolan opened her eyes. She knew in her heart that she was under too much pressure. In addition, Longhe was very ill. She got up and moved for a while and felt hungry. At this time, the whole family had not come back. It was obvious that she was going to have dinner there. When she got up, some of them went to the kitchen to get some food, Just around the ear room, Dongfang Yi ran out of the kitchen and rushed to the well.

Suspiciously looking at him in a hurry to carry the water and went to the kitchen, only to smell a smell of burning, not only frown a few steps.

In the kitchen, Dongfang Yi poured a bucket of water into the pot, and the smell of paste suddenly dispersed. There was steam everywhere in the kitchen.

Busily, he took the pot brush next to him to clean up the black pot. His face was stained with a lot of black ash, and his hands and robes were dirty and black.

Wen Ruolan leaned against the door and couldn't help laughing. She didn't disturb her.

After cleaning up, the man went to the rice bowl, scooped some rice, poured it into the pot, added more than half of the water, squatted down and started to make a fire.

"Don't you have to wash the rice?" Wen Ruolan asked leisurely.

"Do you want to wash it?" Dongfang Yi sees that Wen Ruolan is obviously embarrassed and stands up. He reaches for the lid of the pot and says, "wash it, wash it."

"I'll do it." Wen Ruolan took the basin from the side and put it on the side of the pot. He panned out all the water in it.

"Why don't you have a good rest? I can make porridge in a moment It's the first time that Dongfang Yi lacks the strength to speak, which makes Wen Ruolan laugh.

Piantou: "are you sure this pot of water will not cook porridge until midnight?"

"Just put less water, paste." Dongfang Yi is even more embarrassed. He reaches out his hand and shrinks back. His hands are stained with some black ashes and some grass ashes. He can't bear to look directly at them.

"Pour out the water and wash your hands." Wen Ruolan then ignored him, washed the rice, took some vegetables from the cook, chopped them on the chopping board, beat the eggs on the plate and sprinkled with salt and scallions.

Cover the pot and squat down to make a fire. Only then can you find that Dongfang Yi hasn't left. You can't help frowning: "why don't you go?"

"I'll learn and make it for you later." Dongfang Yi turns around and goes out. The sound of water comes from the well.

Wen Ruolan was stunned and laughed for a moment. If he wasn't Dongfang Yi, he might be moved. It's a pity that Dongfang Yi has changed her taste. Do you want to play the warm card? It's a pity that I'm an invulnerable heart.