The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

Wen Ruolan poured the wine again and asked Huanxi to send the needle and thread.

Looking at Dongfang Yi's calm face, he frowned: "don't you hurt? Lie down and get ready to sew. "

"No pain." Dongfang Yi said, lying down to expose the wound on his back and leaning his head: "if you love me, I don't care."

"Poor mouth, who loves you." Wen Ruolan burned the needle on the fire, put it aside after threading the needle and thread, and took the liquor to gently wipe the wound.

The wound is very deep, the position of the shoulder exposed bones, but fortunately the relationship between the lower stress point is not cut open to the back, but it is also shocking enough.

Hand him a clean soft cloth: "bite, pain also don't shout, lest I shake."

Dongfang Yi took it and put it aside: "it's OK. Come on."

The needle is an embroidery needle with silver thread. Wen Ruolan's hand trembles slightly, and then puts it down again: "Dongfang Yi, I haven't sewed it."

"It's time to practice." Dongfang Yi is lying on the pillow: "fortunately, that man's knife technique is not pure enough, and the knife has not been poisoned, otherwise my life will be lost."

"How can anyone be better than you?" In Wen Ruolan's impression, this man's powerful level belongs to the abnormal level. You should know that such a thick tree can be easily picked up and thrown away. It's like running and flying, but it's not a problem to fight and run away, is it?

"It's hard to find a black dog. Why don't you cry when you throw it away?" Dongfang Yi's voice of sighing is like a finger moving Wen Ruolan's heartstrings.

This man is for the black dog, and he has been injured so badly that he is still struggling with himself until midnight. If cui'er is not in danger, how long will he endure it?

"It's not that easy to cry." Wen Ruolan clenched the corners of her lips and began to sew the wound carefully. She thought it was sewing two pieces of rags.

"There's a lot of crying for other people." Dongfang Yi's tone is slightly resentful. She closes her eyes tightly. She can't help it, but she has to bear it.

Wen Ruolan sewed a few stitches and immediately wiped the sweat on his forehead. He pressed the needle too hard and his knuckles were white and sour, and he refused to stop. Once the courage was drained, it was not easy to swell up. His wound must be sewed up as soon as possible.

"Dongfang Yi, if you don't kill others, others will kill you."

Dongfang Yi opened his eyes, and his eyes dimmed a lot: "yes."

"Then you're welcome." Wen Ruolan could see clearly that there were many deep and shallow wounds on his body. Those wounds were shocking. Although they only left scars, they could repair how many times he had hurt.

Dongfang Yi starts to smile.

At the end of the last stitch, Wen Ruolan's hand kept holding the needle, and the movement was stiff. But he was cured. He asked Huanxi to come in and help cut the silver thread. After rubbing his wrist, he lost the needle and sat beside him shivering.

"Miss Wen, would you like to help you to have a rest?" Huanxi can see clearly, Wen Ruolan's small face is very pale, this is clearly scared.

Wen Ruolan shook his head: "go and get some hemostatic herbs, pearls and dragon's blood, and then a medicine mortar."

After Huanxi went out, Wen Ruolan dipped the liquor in a soft cloth and saw that Dongfang Yi was still lying on his stomach: "it's a little painful. Disinfect it."

Dongfang Yi reached out and rubbed her wrist gently: "it's OK. Don't be tired."

Move your hand. After Wen Ruolan disinfects him, Huanxi takes all the herbs. Wen Ruolan sits next to him to make medicine. Feeling Dongfang Yi's eyes, he picks up the medicine mortar and goes where he can't see it.

In the heart is moved, this man is using a lot of small action to hint oneself, is not a piece of wood how can not feel, but the more like this, the more uneasy she is.

After crushing the medicine and blending it into cream, I find Dongfang Yi asleep. I feel relieved and lift the quilt to apply the medicine to him. The stitched wound is like a giant centipede lying on his body, which is still shocking.

He was full of injuries. The wolves grew up and separated from his mother since childhood. Wen Ruolan knew that it was not easy for him to live such a big life, and it was unimaginable to experience so many disasters.

Compared with him, she is very happy, that is to say, she can live in another world when she dies. She is still loved by others. Even though she is poor and ordinary, she is happy. But this seemingly superior prince can't imagine his inner pain.

On the medicinal soft cloth to help him cover the wound, and took herbs gently pounding, looked up at the moon hanging outside, found himself and the jade rabbit around Chang'e, jade rabbit is also pounding medicine tonight, right? It's a pity that what I'm guarding is not Chang'e, but a poor guy.

"Miss Wen."

Huanxi came in with his food box and said softly, "have something to eat. It's almost dawn."

"Well, you go to sleep. You watch during the day, and I'll come tonight." Wen Ruolan sits at the table and sips porridge. After drinking a bowl of porridge, she asks Huanxi to take it out. Then she comes to the bed and tries Dongfang Yi's forehead. Fortunately, she doesn't have a fever. Otherwise, she can't sleep all night.

Sitting on the edge of the bed sleepy straight nod, simply lying on the edge of the bed to sleep.

Dongfang Yi opens her eyes and finds that her hand is being held. When she looks down, she sees Wen Ruolan's little face. She raises her other hand and caresses her little face gently. Her eyes are as soft as water.

I got up, picked up the person and put it beside me. I lay on my side and took the Pu fan to fan her.

"Master."

"Shh, back off." Dongfang Yi makes a silent gesture.

Liuzi quit immediately.

"I'm afraid I'll hear you. Just let me out." Wen Ruolan opened his eyes: "Liuzi must have something urgent."

Dongfang Yi looks at her jokingly: "I'm afraid you're shy."

Wen Ruolan wants to get up. Dongfang Yi puts his hand on her: "don't move. I hurt."

"Rogue." Wen Ruolan scolded softly and closed her eyes.

"Liuzi, go ahead." Dongfang Yi speaks.

Wen Ruolan's heart trembles slightly. Obviously, he is not on guard against himself. If he can let down his guard, how can he believe in himself?

"People are the Queen's people. There are at least 16 top experts around the prince. Master, the queen means to leave you in Qishan." Liuzi stopped for a moment and looked at wenruolan.

"He said Dongfang Yi is silent.

Liuzi immediately bowed his head: "it may be better to go back to Yandu. If you don't go back to yaolu, it's not safe, so is Xiangguo Temple."

"Go down." After Liuzi went down, Dongfang Yi dropped his eyes: "what do you think?"

When Wen Ruolan heard that the queen had sent so many people to kill Dongfang Yi, she felt a little heavy. After listening to him for his own advice, she opened her eyes: "killing you is a cover. It's more likely to force you to go back to Yandu. Don't you have a sleeve arrow? All the arrows are poisoned. They never come back. "

Dongfang Yi raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "what's the matter? Dare to kill? "

"No Wen Ruolan didn't open her eyes: "if you die, I may be miserable. Besides, I don't need to kill you. If you don't kill someone, they will kill you. There's no need to show mercy."

Dongfang Yi lowered his head to her shoulder socket and whispered in her ear, "so you don't only love me, you don't want me, do you?"

Wen Ruolan's ears were quickly stained with a layer of light powder, and she pursed her lips and refused to speak.

Dongfang Yi chuckled: "go to sleep. Send all the family to the mountain tomorrow. There will be no problem in protecting them."

"Why protect it? Are they still in danger? " Whenever it comes to the comfort of his family, Wen Ruolan is like a kitten with fried hair.

Dongfang Yi rubbed her ear: "others will think it's a hostage."

"Dongfang Yi! You are so old Winrolan reached out to push him.

"Hiss... Pain, pain." As soon as Dongfang Yi's face changed, he fell down.

Wen Ruolan quickly reached out and hugged him: "don't press the wound!"

The person was hugged tightly in the bosom, Wen Ruolan's face Teng once red.