The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

When the sword is in full swing, Dongfang Yi stops and slowly looks up at Wen Ruolan. His eyes are lustful and touching.

Wen Ruolan looked away with a guilty heart.

"Someone's coming. Wait for me."

Wen Ruolan didn't speak. Dongfang Yi got up, dressed and went out. Leaning on the couch, his voice was indifferent: "what's the matter? Have you no face to see me? "

"Ninth prince, where did the old slave offend you? It's good that the old slave's life is not guaranteed. It's worse than death." Weng Chong came in with a crying voice and fell down to kneel.

Dongfang Yi snorted, "I'm free."

"Old slave..."

"My mother and concubine depend on you two. How to choose our palace in the future? I don't want to ask more questions. If I'm hurt, I'll heal. It's better to go back to Yandu than to come to our palace to ask for credit." Dongfang Yi raises his eyelids and looks at Weng Chong.

Weng Chong didn't get down on his knees. His arm was soft and his clothes were worn out. It was obvious that he was badly hurt.

Behind him, guru Buzhou changed his robe. Although he was bald, his whole body was tinged with the smell of Xiaosha.

Before the two men came, there was a real and fake battle, and the listening wind "escaped" smoothly.

"What should I say when I go back to the palace?" Weng Chong wants to go back to the palace to protect Li Fei. He almost protects her to death. Now he's scared. He knows that it's a near death to go back. After all, there's no one in the palace who knows better than him what's on his mind.

Dongfang Yi looks at master Bu Zhou: "Zhou is different. What do you think?"

Master Bu Zhou, who is still a layman, walks in and takes a look at Weng Chong: "to tell you the truth, what is the emperor going to do? Next, the ninth master is at the foot of Qishan, and the soldiers come to block the water and cover the land."

Dongfang Yi nods. It's not a bad thing. Weng rushes back. If he says that his mother's wife has been assassinated, he will only die. If he can keep her life, his father's heart will not change.

Weng sighed: "elder martial brother, in the future, both of us will be the ninth Prince's people. The hard work will work naturally, but master's hatred..."

"Newspaper." Dongfang Yi raised his hand and took a sip of the tea cup: "Zhou Butong's return to the secular life is so fast, it should be something."

The original master Bu Zhou's eyes were as fierce as the Dharma protector's, and he grinned his teeth: "there is no mistake in the poison of the people in southern Xinjiang!"

At that time, boundless monk accepted two apprentices. When Emperor Yan Dongfang Yuhong was fighting in the world, boundless monk asked his little apprentice Weng to rush down the mountain to help him. On the contrary, his great apprentice Zhou Butong became a monk.

Dongfang Yuhong founded the state of Yan, but monk Wuya was assassinated. At that time, Zhou Butong was only a big disciple. He saw with his own eyes that master's body was rapidly festering and there was no medicine to cure.

Last night, when listening to the wind assassinating Princess Li, if he was not quick eyed, Huanxi, who pretended to be princess Li, would have died just like his own master. Therefore, Zhou's different choice was to have enemies and revenge.

"Well, Weng Chong went back to the palace to tell his father the truth about Qishan. Zhou Butong went into the mountain to make a crossbow bed and a sleeve arrow. Xiangguo Temple closed the mountain gate. A notice was issued around Qishan to allow nearby villagers to go up the mountain to collect herbs." Dongfang Yi raised his eyelids and looked at the bed curtain. He gently raised the corner of his lips: "the medicinal materials are not allowed to go outside. They are all sent to Xiangguo Temple."

"Ninth prince, I'm afraid there's something wrong with the notice." Zhou Difeng nodded slightly.

Weng Chong waved his hand: "elder martial brother, I'm worried too much

Dongfang Yi's eyes drop and a cold color flash across his eyes. He doesn't care how his father and Emperor choose. Now that his mother and concubine are out of the cold palace, Xiao Yuyao sends killers to kill him. He is ill in Qishan, and Xiao Yuyao sends experts to kill him. Now that his Killers appear, he doesn't have to bear it any longer.

"Back off." Dongfang Yi raised his eyelids: "from today on, yaolu will no longer cure the disease."

Zhou Butong and Weng Chong left.

Wen Ruolan immediately lifted up her veil and ran out. After closing the door, she came to Dongfang Yi and said, "don't you think it's going well?"

Dongfang Yi naturally feels that Weng Chong's words are the key. He knows that his son is better than his father.

"Tell me about it." Dongfang Yi intends to test Wen Ruolan.

Wen Ruolan sat opposite, holding his cheek in one hand: "I don't think it's good. Anyway, I think your father and emperor have the heart to let you fight, let Dongfang Yu fight with you, and let the queen fight with your mother and imperial concubine."

Dongfang Yi gives her a cup of tea with a faint smile.

"Don't believe it." Wen Ruolan sipped a sip of tea: "he first knew that I was the drug lady, and he must know that Yunluo pretended to be me, so Yunluo is your man, and he knows it."

Dongfang Yi nods.

"But he didn't tell Dongfang Yu. Why did he think the prince was a fake?" Wen Ruolan curled his mouth and shook his head: "it's true that the Royal people are not allowed to pay, and the father and son have to calculate."

Dongfang Yi raised her hand and gave her a shudder: "you're the one who causes trouble."

"Don't mention it, I'm just a bad constitution." Wen Ruolan rubs his forehead and stares at Dongfang Yi wrongly: "otherwise, he won't be watched by you people one by one."

"It's all right. I'll clean up the mess for you." Dongfang Yi is in a good mood and reaches for Wen Ruolan again.

Wenruolan immediately jumped away: "you should apply the medicine."

“……。” Dongfang Yi turns around and takes off his robe. The wound on his back is still bleeding.

*****

Yan Huang, Imperial Palace, imperial study.

Looking at the memorial in his hand, Dongfang Yuhong raised his head for a long time: "Weng Chong, give her a funeral."

"Ah?" Weng Chong was so scared that he almost jumped up from the ground. At this time of funeral, that.

"There's no need to inform Lao Jiu. It's just a tomb. I can bury myself in the imperial mausoleum." Dongfang Yuhong got up and muttered to himself, "it's time to see the empress."

Harem.

Empress Xiao retreated from her maids, got up and went back to her bedroom. She raised her hand and twisted the lamp stand of the peacock lamp. The secret door opened.

In the secret room, listening to the wind lying on it, a tall and thin man next to him was playing with some bottles. He heard the sound of footsteps and waved away a ruby medicine bottle. Then he got up to meet the door.

"Queen."

"Listen to the rain, can she be saved?" Empress Xiao went to the bed and looked down at the pale wind. At this time, the wind was unconscious. One arm was missing and the wound was wrapped in a soft cloth.

Listen to the rain drop eyes, hang in the body on both sides of the hands retracted into the sleeve, clenched into a fist: "no help, but she did not say who hurt her."

"Listen to the rain, how many years have you and your wife followed the mourning family?" Empress Xiao sat by the bed and gently straightened the collar of listening to the rain. Her fingers slid down the numerous holes under her collar and sighed.

"Ten years." Listening to the rain, he didn't look up all the time. His eyes were fixed on the front half of his body.

"Oh." Empress Xiao raised her eyes to listen to the rain. There was a smile in her eyes. Although it was very light, she was really smiling: "listen to the rain, would you like to come out of this chamber and join me?"

I was shocked by the rain. She doesn't talk about the palace or the family. Instead, she calls herself "I". Hearing the rain, she looks up at Xiao Yuyao and looks down in confusion.

This action made empress Xiao SIP her lips with satisfaction: "although I'm the queen of Dayan Kingdom, I'm tired of too many long nights."

"Empress, listen to the wind." Listening to the rain, he raised his head again and was facing empress Xiao's burning eyes, which seemed to swallow and peel her life.