The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

"Well." Dongfang Yi puts down the window curtain and looks at her like a warning.

Wen Ruolan bowed his head and turned his mouth. Is he so shameful? Isn't it just wearing Chinese clothes? Damn it.

"Go ahead." Dongfang Yi reminds me.

Wen Ruolan cleared his throat: "you can't kill people, you have to let them go."

Dongfang Yi narrowed her eyes slightly, and Wen Ruolan said immediately, "don't worry. The queen sent such a powerful person to kill Princess Li. She must feel safe. Now listening to the wind, she must think that the person she killed is Princess Li. Wouldn't it be better to let her go back to report?"

Dongfang Yi nods and frowns again.

"Don't worry, do you remember the cartilage powder I gave you? I have a way for her to see you in the future Wen Ruolan raised her eyebrows with pride.

Dongfang Yi said in a voice that could be heard by two people, "Tingfeng is a woman."

Seeing Wen Ruolan's face turned black, he laughed and shook his head: "but it's ugly."

"Ignore you." Wen Ruolan took the clothes and put them on.

Dongfang Yi reaches for her hand.

"Don't make trouble. I'll get cartilage powder. It's an upgraded version. It was originally prepared for you." Wen Ruolan pushes his hand away, puts on his shoes, gets out of bed and runs out. After a while, he takes back a small porcelain vase and gives it to Dongfang Yi.

"How to use it?" Dongfang Yi first opens the bottle cap and looks at it. Inside is a small black pill.

Wen Ruolan pursed her lips and said, "give her one of these pills for a month. As long as you take my special pill with you in this month, she will have no power to fight back when the two effects come together. But after a month, you have to give her another pill. It's very risky, but you can try it."

Dongfang Yi knows in her heart that the function of listening to the wind is to report back. As for saying that it's not necessary to give another one a month later, she can't live for a month.

After giving Liuzi the medicine bottle, Dongfang Yi orders him to come back in a low voice and pours it on the bed: "my back hurts."

Wen Ruolan came to untie his clothes.

Dongfang Yi turns over and grabs people in his arms: "it's very active to undress."

"You man! That's too much! " Wen Ruolan struggled angrily.

"Hiss..." Dongfang Yi turns pale.

Wen Ruolan quickly gave up the struggle and softened her voice: "well, I'm really tired after changing the medicine and sleeping for a while."

After changing the medicine, they hugged each other and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I've been sleeping. When Wen Ruolan turns over, she feels empty around her. She opens her eyes in a hurry. Sure enough, Dongfang Yi is not there. She's worried that he might run out and stretch the wound. She gets up and puts on her clothes, then lifts the curtain. When she lowers her head and puts on her shoes, she froze.

In front of her was a pair of embroidered shoes with big Dongzhu on the top of her thumb. The purple skirt of peony embroidered on the skirt came into view. Wen Ruolan looked up numbly and saw the lady sitting opposite her, almost close to the bed.

"You are sleepy." Li Fei said, put down the tea cup in her hand: "it's only three days before I get up. If I'm not dressed properly, I'm going to run out. Alas..."

Wen Ruolan didn't wear shoes any more. She stood on the ground barefoot and hung her head: "Princess Li is not bad. If you don't come in, you will still be sitting by the bed. What you know is that you care about your son. What you don't know is that you... Listen to the corner of the wall." The words behind are not audible.

Li Fei helps the forehead, she really does not understand, Wen Ruolan exactly is where good? It is clear that she is a widow, but she does not marry her own son.

If you listen to this again, you will be angry to death. You will be a son.

"Niang Niang, if it's OK, I'll go out and see Dongfang Yi. He's hurt and can't run around." Wen Ruolan barefoot, toes hook hook the ground, resist the impulse to run out directly, opened his mouth.

On one side, Dongfang Yi, who is sitting in danger, coughs to remind her.

Wen Ruolan looks at it in an instant, and her face turns red. As soon as she turns around and climbs to bed, she puts down the window curtain impolitely. She blocks Dongfang Yi, but she doesn't give her face. She hugs her knees and feels angry.

Well, I'm so ugly that I have no dead angle at 360 degrees.

"Yi'er." Princess Li got up and sat down opposite Dongfang Yi. She raised her eyelids and said, "is that what you mean by being kind-hearted, thoughtful and good-natured?"

The character is good these three words Li imperial concubine all wish to bite to pieces, the vision is not good of looking at the East Yi.

Wen Ruolan sat on the bed with her lips bent down. Later, she realized that her mother-in-law in ancient times was as difficult as a saint fighter, and she was too casual to do so. She was afraid that she would not have good fruit to eat.

Zhiling listens to Dongfang Yi's response, and his nervous body leans out.

Dongfang Yi was flattered with a smile: "my mother and imperial concubine, those young ladies who intend to marry with the royal family are knowledgeable and reasonable, but none of them came with family interests. Our mother and son are in such a bad position in the imperial court. If we give them a marriage, it would be a trap. In other words, now it's spread in the palace. My mother and imperial concubine died in the Xiangguo Temple in Qishan, and my child has become a fish in their eyes."

Princess Li dropped her eyes.

"At this time, marriage is not marriage, but to take the life of the child, is it?" Dongfang Yi takes a look at the direction of the bed and raises her voice slightly: "Ruolan is innocent and kind-hearted. Yesterday she climbed Qishan alone to block the disaster for her mother and imperial concubine. She has a deep love for her children's ministers... Until she dies."

Wen Ruolan falls down on the bed and bites Bei Jiao and greets Dongfang Yi's elders. What do you mean that you have deep feelings for him? Until death? Open your eyes and tell lies without making a draft!

"Well, in that case, it's not impossible to be a concubine."

Wen Ruolan's canthus are about to crack, his grandmother's! Side imperial concubine? How rare are you? Just as he was about to rush out, he heard Dongfang Yi's voice every word.

"My mother and concubine, my son and minister will never be half hearted, nor will they marry anyone else. They will only marry a wife, and they don't need concubines."

Wen Ruolan's mood is like a roller coaster, holding the quilt rolled twice on the bed, and then sad.

With a plop, Wen Ruolan, holding the quilt, fell directly from the bed, with a triumphant smile on her face when she fell to the ground.

Dongfang Yi's eyes are twitching. Because of her mother's presence, she can't go to pick up the person. She can only touch her nose: "don't you go to bed and sleep a little more?"

Wen Ruolan is embarrassed. When she looks for a crack in the ground, she immediately gets up when she hears Dongfang Yi's words. She slips into the bed curtain, climbs to the bed, leans against the corner of the wall and recites the three character Scripture silently.

"That's all. My mother's gone." The empress of Li imperial concubine really can't see down, get up to leave.

"Take your time." Dongfang Yi is not polite either. She says goodbye.

As soon as Wen Ruolan wants to climb out to have a look at the situation, the bed curtain is lifted. Dongfang Yi looks down at Wen Ruolan like a thief, crying and laughing: "are you awake, and your IQ is still asleep?"

"It's not." Wen Ruolan seriously retracted into the bed and cleared his throat: "I warn you, absolutely don't do anything!"

Dongfang Yi raises his hand to pull up the window curtain and looks at her: "where's Zheng Fei?"

"Not either!" Wen Ruolan spat lightly: "I don't want to be with you. I don't want any imperial concubines. Anyway, we have nothing to do with each other now. Go back to each family and find each... Mother."

"It doesn't matter." Dongfang Yi asks meaningfully and pours directly at him. Wen Ruolan stares: "the wound behind you is split!"

"It doesn't matter if it hurts. It doesn't matter if it doesn't." Dongfang Yi says and reaches for Wen Ruolan's collar.

Wen Ruolan grabs Dongfang Yi's hand with two hands in a hurry: "a gentleman can't tear his clothes with his mouth. Dongfang Yi, please calm down!"